#➤ o o c ┊so so sorry for just now getting back to ya. got a little busy over the weekend

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Emily: “I’m really sorry Vaggie didn’t feel comfortable coming back here. If there’s anything I can do to change that-”

Charlie: “Probably not! It was kinda a sign of her endless love for me that she visited haven again at all!”

Emily: “Oh! Oh that’s nice!!”

Charlie: “Which I NEVER would have asked her to do anyway, if I’d KNOWN the truth about her history up here!”

Emily: “Right. I’m so sorry about that too, by the-”

Charlie: “I mean, I’m not the kind of girl who askes her girlfriend to go spend an afternoon sitting across from the people who ripped off her wings! And her eye! And left her slumped against a dumpster looking half dead!”

Emily: “A… dumpster?”

Charlie: “Making the woman you love relive all that without even rEALIZING it would be pretty fucked up, wouldn’t it??”

Emily: “V- very.”

Charlie: “IT HYPOTHETICALLY COULD MAKE SOMEONE FEEL KINDA TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS, DON’T YOU THINK?”

Emily: “I’m sure it did!”

Charlie: “H Y P O T H E T I C A L L Y”

Emily: “Could! I could see that, yes, if it HAD happened, that would’ve been…”

Emily: “…”

Emily: “Are you- um, is she, errr.. doing better now?”

Charlie: “SO much better she’s doing SO great these days!!!!”

IN HELL

Vaggie: (lying face down on the hotel lobby floor) “I promise I won’t stop helping you morons when she dumps me. I won’t let her dream die just because I was dumb enough to think I could be part of it.”

Angel Dust: “That’s nice toots.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Angel Dust: “Not sad or stupidly gay or anythin’.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Cherri Bomb: “Sad? Angie, it’s perfect!” (takes picture) “I’ve been thinking this place could use a new rug…”

Niffty: (stepping on vaggie) “Squishy!”

Husk: “Get the fuck off her.” (at vaggie) “You, get the fuck UP.”

Vaggie: “Why.”

Alastor: “Hmmm, because this is PAINFULLY pathetic to watch, even for me?”

Vaggie: “Guess I’ll be here forever then.”

Angel Dust: “Vag-GAY c’mon, ya girlfirend’s not gonna dump ya. What’s the competition even!?”

Vaggie: “There’s an angel up in heaven who's helping Charlie work towards her life long dreams as we speak, and she's taller than me, got more wings than me, not as stabby as me, and also not a mass murderer or a liar or missing an eye.”

Cherri Bomb: "Hey!"

Vaggie: "No offence to the other one-eyed ladies here, but it's different when you've got a fucked up empty eye socket."

Niffty: (sighs dreamily) "I bet losing it hurt soooo baaaaad..."

Vaggie: "Never telling my girlfriend why I'd actually lost it or how it made me look like the deranged murder angel I was, even while she tried kissing it better for me, ended up hurting way worse."

Angel Dust: “That's a point….”

Angel Dust: “...alright, so Charlie’s PROBABLY not gonna dump ya-”

Niffty: “Oh that’s a weird sound!” (giggling) (bounces on vaggie) “I think she’s dying~”

Husk: “If you fucks kill her, I’m telling her demon princess girlfriend and pouring myself a drink to go with your fucking tormented howls.”

Vaggie: (muffled) “what if she’s my ex-girlfriend”

Husk: “…I’ll pour you a fucking drink and listen to your tormented howls.”

Niffty: “ME TOO I’LL LISTEN TOO!”

Alastor: “Dear one, perhaps if you were NOT standing on her skull and compressing her WRETCHED cries into the floor, we could be hearing them already.”

Niffty: “Whoops~ Heheheeh~”

Cherri Bomb: (recording it) “Damn, that groan’s been going on for ages… Bitch has some lung capacity on her.”

Angel Dust: “Point one for Vag-gay! Probs as good eating out as ya are at HOLDING out on ya girl!!!”

Vaggie: “uuuughhh…uaauuugghhaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhhrrrgh..” (whimpers)

Niffty: “Okay.” (GIGGLES) “NOW she’s dying~” (bounces)

IN HEAVEN

Charlie: “Everything’s totally fine I have NO idea why you’d even ASK!”

Emily: “You’ve spent the entire time up here staring at pictures of Vaggie on your phone?”

Charlie: “I’m allowed to look at my girlfriend!”

Emily: “While crying and sniffling into your sleeve?”

Charlie: (sobbing) (desperately patting down her jacket) “SHE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS WHICH OF MY POCKETS HAS THE HANDKERCHIEF IN IT, OKAY??”

Emily: (smiling) “I think you two are going to be just fine.”

Charlie: (BLOWS NOSE LOUDLY INTO JACKET SLEEVE, which catches on FIRE)

Emily: “…..not your clothes, though. You might need a new set of those.”

[miintsprigz]

Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

____

Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

________

Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

[one-annon]

can you do one where reader has a threesome with the sawyer twins and they kill reader during?

waahh im so sorry this took so long!!! writing block hit SO hard for some reason!! shockingly got this to 2k words - this is also my first x reader smut so please forgive me! hope this is good! (is it obvious im awful at staying serious)

Twins Threesome

you had just started your job at K-OKLA. so far, it was going great! stretch was really nice and lg treated you like a younger sibling. they were patient with you throughout your first few weeks, helping you sort through records as you were instructed. you enjoyed your job and the people you worked with. most of the time, you were just asked to grab a cd, or help lefty in the back with calls.

what you weren't expecting was blood over the floor of the building. you promised to bring your coworkers back some good food. everything was a wreck and you weren't sure what had happened. where were stretch and lefty? were they safe? had they left early? was this a prank? so many questions ran through your head as you looked around. everything was trashed. it was quiet. well, mostly. the only noises came from the office area. you spent some time in there..could they possibly have just spilt something that looks like blood?

you were cautious as you opened the door. instead of finding your coworkers, you found two men. one was laid out on the couch, his purple sunglasses resting on his head. the other man was sat on the floor, messing around with what looked to be - and you hope werent - animal bones. it didn't take long for the men to notice you. what the hell were they doing here? you couldve sworn you were closed during the nights.

"o-oh! another one!" the man on the couch laughed, sitting up where he had been laying. neither of them were very..appealing. but you also didn't have a very normal taste in men. the parts of them that made them relatively gross looking added to their charm. to you, they were both handsome. what a weirdo (me too). the shorter one on the floor lifted his head, a goofy grin on both of their faces. "ooh, and they're real p-pretty!"

you couldnt help how your face heated up at the hippie lookin man's words. pretty? it wasn't very often you get called that. how nice.

the men approached you. "y-yer right..they are p-pretty- th-think we can g-get a taste of 'em, bobby?" he turned to this supposed bobby fellow. you weren't sure what you were supposed to do. two guys were pressing you to a wall and calling you pretty. do you; a) kick the crotch and run b) scream for help c) get horny?

well, a and b were the most logical. you pressed your hands to their chests, trying to push them off. "who are you! let me go!" you shout, lifting your chin to hopefully get your chances of a sliced neck slimmed down. the two men pressed closer, bobby grabbing at your arm and slamming it against the wall. your wrist was seized of all movement, forcing you to sit and squirm. of course..c was still there. it was still an option. you were into men like this. mean, creepy men. men who could (and would) kill you. you were sure what they meant by "a taste" but they both seemed to want some of you. were they gonna eat you? is that what happened to lg and stretch? you shiver at the thought of ending up dead and in these guys' dinner.

"let you go? o-oh but doll! we're j-just starting!" the hippie cackled, turning to the man in the green shirt. " 'member that r-rope in m' bag, nubbins? grab it for me?" nubbins. okay..bobby and nubbins. good to know names. nubbins scurried off, rummaging through a book bag with patches and stickers. bobby turned back toward you, a wicked grin on his face. "n-now listen here..we aint gonna hurt ya yknow? j-just gonna explore your pretty body a little!"

you weren't sure how to feel about that. it's been a while since someone had touched you sexually but also..you didn't know these guys too well. just their names and that they were batshit crazy. and wanted to apparently have sex with you. you could always just escape after…get them tired enough to escape. that could work! perfect. you had a plan and were prepared for it. "fuck..okay." you whisper, biting your lip.

the shorter one, nubbins, was back at your side, maneuvering you to face his brother. choptop held your waist tight, kissing at your neck and watching as the other tied your hands together. he would've done it himself but he knew nubs had been itching to do some bondage recently. they always shared their cravings with each other.

you were forced onto the couch, back down. bobby situated himself between your legs, nubbins just above your head. both men look equally as excited and you cant help but feel yourself get heated. choptop leans over you, the tent in his bellbottoms rubbing so deliciously over your crotch. "stay real still for us now.." he whispered, hands trailing over your body. his hands were warm, light touches going over your chest and down to your thighs.

nubbins was fucking around with his pants, shoving them down with shaky hands before he desperately palms his cock through his dirty boxers. "theyre pr-pretty bobby..think they c-can take y' all?" he was staring down at you with crazed eyes. a small patch of precum was pooling up at the front of his boxers and if they werent removed soon it might drip onto your face.

choptop was already tearing your clothing off, his hands grabbing and scratching anything he could. nubbins was moaning above you, small high-pitched noises that came out paired with little puffs of air. "theyll be fine." he smiled at nubbins, pausing at your underwear. it looked hella beautiful on you..too bad! he reached into his pants pocket and held out a pocket knife. what the fuck was he doing? "hope these a-aint yer faves!" he chuckled.

you screamed as your underwear was cut in half. it left a bloody cut down the middle of your abdomen- neither seemed to care. bobby groaned at the sight, fishing his cock from his boxers. you could hear nubbins doing something similar and, after a quick glance at them both, you realized just what you were facing. nubbins' length rested on your cheek, heavy and full. it had more length than girth but you knew it would still reach your guts if you were taking him from the other end.

bobbys cock wasn't much different. maybe a little more girthy. neither of them seemed to shave and they both were uncut..and leaking. nubbins rubbed his cock up onto your face, watching closely at your expressions. you let out a pathetic mewl, squirming and trying to get away from the mess he was slowly creating on the couch.

you were too busy thinking about their cocks to notice the cold feeling on your neck. nubbins panted heavily, the blade against your jugular shaking from his grip. "careful with 'em, nubbins.." you heard bobby warn, spitting on his fingers and running them over your hole. you shivered at the feeling, shouting when he started shoving a finger into you. you cried, tossing your head back onto the other twins' lap and exposing more of your neck to him.

it hurt like a bitch. you already had a whole finger in you and you felt like it was too much. bobby pistoned his finger in and out of your heat, making sure to curl it. nubbins shifted his positioning, moving himself and your head just a little. he pressed his thumb into your mouth, prying your jaws apart and slowly pushing his dick through your lips inch by inch. he tasted rather salty, but it did keep you quiet.

you stared up at him, watching as he tilted his head back and let out a loud moan. if you had to guess, he hadn't been blown in a while - or ever. you at least tried to make this somewhat pleasurable, running your tongue down the underside of his shaft. nubbins whimpered, pulling his cock back before easing it in again.

you choked up around his dick, lifting your leg to accommodate whatever the fuck bobby was up to. a second finger was pushed into you, then a third. he seemed to be getting antsy. and he was. bobby was getting jealous of the treatment you were giving his brother and felt he needed attention too! his cock mattered too didnt it?

you groaned at the stretch, closing your eyes tightly. "thats it…" you heard bobby say. a little shuffling was the only warning you got before his fingers were removed and replaced with his cock. in your opinion, there wasnt enough lube. but you couldnt really speak your opinion due to nubbins' cock, so you defaulted to a loud scream and a gag.

bobby leaned down, his lean frame towering over yours. he pushed your shirt up, holding it to your shoulders. you whine loudly as the ac's cool breeze hit your nipples, though the uncomfortable freeze didn't last too long. choptop grazed his tongue over your hardened nipples, giving you a bit of warmth from the saliva. he nibbled and sucked and licked and thrusted. long and slow thrusts in and out of your hole. it was starting to feel good for you, fucking finally.

the two kept their pace relatively the same, pounding you from every angle they could. bobby kissed over your skin, leaving small bites and bruises in his path. his hips continued to slam into yours, heavy breathing cooling your hot skin. nubbins was in the same state, moaning and crying out every time your tongue dug into the slit of his tip. he seemed to be the more sensitive brother, the inexperienced one. despite the rather submissive noises he was making, he was a little more violent than bobby. he was the one holding a knife to your neck. he was the one holding your hair with one hand to aid him in fucking your head on his cock.

bobby was a lot more patient. he had sped his thrusts up, but he was still gentle. he held onto your hips, digging his blunt nails into your skin. "good fuckin' doll.." he would mumble, nipping your ear lobe every time he got closer to your neck. bobby made sure to keep an eye on his brother. while he didn't mind the extra meat, he would rather you stay alive during your ride back home. how else was he supposed to keep you in their shared room if you couldnt even walk yourself up the stairs? he wanted to hear you scream, man!

unfortunately for you, he wasn't able to stop his dear brother. nubbins got a little too excited and ran the knife across your bite-covered throat. he grunted, pressing the tip of his cock all the way to the back of his throat and shooting his load. it was warm, salty, and it was a lot. you werent worried about that though. what you were worried about was the fact you were actively bleeding and you were losing your vision. nubbins let his cock slip from your mouth, panting hard from the adrenaline his climax gave. "aw-…aw shit.." he muttered.

choptop groaned, relishing in the way your body tightened up around him. he followed soon after his brother, filling your hole with the same substance that was down your throat. he looked up, noticing how you were currently dying. literally. "god dammit nubbins!" he shouted, frowning. "i-i told ya to keep 'em livin'!! i dont want no corpse in our room!"

the boy scoffed, crossing his arms and looking down at you. neither of them seemed very concerned about how you were bleeding to death. "ah, fuck. now we better put this one out o' its misery…" bobby grumbled to himself, tugging his dick out of you and watching as his cum leaked out. he snapped back out of his thoughts at a gargled scream you attempted. bobby huffed, rolling his eyes as he buttoned his jeans and sliced your throat just a bit deeper, making you meet your end.

the last things you heard at the end of your time on the shithole planet of earth were two guys arguing about what to tell their older brother when they arrived home with a body full of cum. what a way to end your life huh? ---- how the hell do you end a book also its 2 am if you see any mistakes no you dont (thank you again for your request! again i deeply apologize for the delay <3)

[caitchercatlady]

GUEST ROOM TROUBLE! Mika's Lines w/Others

(Inspired by a post I saw someone do about Guest Room Trouble lines for their OC. I can't remember what the blog is called or where the post is. I've tried looking everywhere for it, and if someone knows what I'm talking about, please tell me, so I can properly credit this person!)

Heartslabyul

Riddle

M: Whatever Grim did, why must you take it out on me?

R: You are the leader of your own House. Keep it in order!

Ace

M: One of these days, I'll slap you into next week!

A: (Scoff) If you can even reach me, Prefect.

Deuce

M: Your delinquent is showing again. Calm down!

D: Oh geez! I'm sorry! I didn't break anything, did I?

Tristano (OC)

M: Your bite isn't even that bad, you barker.

T: Watch your tongue, Mik. I might rip it out.

Cater

M: I told you to delete it and delete it now!

C: Aw, but this is too cute! Do I have to?

Trey

M: I didn't think that you were the biting type.

T: Um...Let's not speak of this again, okay?

Savanaclaw

Leona

M: I don't invite you over for you to complain, you overgrown housecat!

L: Hmm! Like a herbivore is worth wasting energy on.

Jack

M: Hey, if you're gonna exercise with me, tone it down, Jack?

J: I'm so sorry. I got a little carried away.

Ruggie

M: Drop it, Ruggie! Drop it!

R: Come on, Prefect. Throw me a bone, why doncha?

Octavinelle

Azul

M: For the last time, Azul, no!

A: Throwing away the peak opportunity. You break my heart, Mika.

Jade

M: You're pushing it, Leech!

J: Testy, testy. We can't get ourselves in a twist now, can we?

Floyd

M: Floyd, I said let go!

F: Aww! But I wanna squeeze ya!

Caio (OC)

M: You are the worst, you know that?

C: (Feins sobs) Your heart is a stone wall, my dear. Don't lock me out.

Scarabia

Kalim

M: I love you, Kalim, but you really test my patience sometimes.

K: Aw! I love you, too!...But testing what?

Jamil

M: Leave me out of it, you sneaky serpant!

J: You leave from mine, and we shall be even.

Raul (OC)

M: No! We're not fighting. We're rehearsing a scene!

R: Did it look that real? (Gasp) Mika, I didn't hurt you, did I?

Pomefiore

Vil

M: Let me at 'im! Let me at 'im!

V: (Smirk) You barely even touched me.

Rook

M: Stop touching my hair! I just had it done!

R: Ah, but beauty should be reveled in the eyes of admirers!

Epel

M: You need to learn how to not step on a lady's toes, sir!

E: She's the one that started it, not me!

Ignihyde

Idia

M: That's not fair. You cheated!

I: Fwee hee! Don't blame the master of the virtual gaming world for your incompetence.

Ortho

M: Man, Ortho, you do not hold back.

O: I didn't mean to hurt Big Sis. It was a mistake.

Andrej (OC)

M: Yeah, yeah, your red eyes don't scare me, sir.

A: Ha! Your attitude doesn't shake me either, Prefect.

Diasomnia

Malleus

M: Hornton must hate me after all of that.

M: Child of Man is getting bolder by the day. She has the strength, that girl.

Lilia

M: You make it very hard to not snap at you, old man.

L: (Giggle) Perhaps you should show less restraint, Mika.

Silver

M: Whoa! Where did that come from?

S: I beg your pardon. My behavior was improper.

Sebek

M: You have some nerve to treat me that way!

S: You are lucky that Lord Malleus has taken a liking to you.

Ramshackle

Grim

M: Remember your place, cat!

G: Ramshackle is not just your dorm, you know!

[frvnkcastles]

i see you write the traumatized girlies

🙋🏽‍♀️

i really like your write style, do you think you can write a retired!people pleaser reader where she is taking frank home to her manipulative family and he doesn’t understand what she is apprehensive about until seeing how bad they treat her maybe even try to get him to look her differently then he sticks up for her and takes her away and gives her reassurance that it wasn’t okay and that as long as he was around no one would treat her like that

THERE’S NO REMEDY ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You lean on Frank after a terrible night with your abusive parents.

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, past trauma, implied C-PTSD, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: I’m so very sorry that it took me this long to get to this request! However today is PTSD Awareness Day and I really wanted to get something out in honor of that. This disorder really majorly sucks so I’m very proud of myself and all of you who are also struggling, because we’re doing our best in a shitty situation and managing. Treat yourself today <3

Also, I realized that it took me a long time to get to this because writing about the family dynamic turned out to be triggering so I kinda skipped that part and went straight to the comfort. I hope you like it regardless! :)

Red crescents littered your thigh as you dug your nails in, your teeth gnawing on your lip and your thoughts everywhere else except whatever Frank was telling you from his side of the car. You couldn’t help but zone out in complete anxiety that came in nauseating waves, your stomach churning uncomfortably as you tried to recover from the night behind you.

”Hey, you with me?” Frank’s voice only got through to you when he placed a hand on yours over your thigh, and looking back at him from the window decorated with raindrops, a guilty look crossed your eyes.

”Not really”, you swallowed. Frank nodded in understanding, but didn’t say anything — simply squeezed your hand.

You had been together for a long, long while now. Yet he had never met your family; and for good reason, you had insisted. They had put you down for as long as you had been walking the Earth, and as soon as you had turned eighteen, you had packed up your things and left.

If only it had been that easy, though. Just because you moved out, you had been unable to cut them off. They were good at making you feel guilty and responsible like that. Years of therapy had helped you see your own worth and realize that the treatment you got from your family was far from okay or normal, but it seemed that whenever they called, you fell into old patterns.

You had tried your very best to keep Frank away from

them, though. You were embarrassed, and maybe even a little bit scared that it would be too much for him — or maybe, he’d realize they were right about you and he wouldn’t want to be with you anymore. You had thought it over a million times, considered every possible outcome, none of them comforting.

”You don’t owe me anythin’, sweetheart. If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then I believe ya”, Frank had assured every time the topic came up.

So how you had ended up in the car, with the navigation system telling Frank how to get to your parents’ house, you weren’t quite sure. A part of you had wanted to show off, let them see what a great guy you were sharing your life with now, but the closer you had gotten to your destination, the worse of an idea it had seemed. Your parents knew how to turn even the best situation into a toxic one, and they hadn’t hesitated to do the same tonight, too.

It had started as soon as you made it through the front door. The belittling, twisting your words, making you feel guilty for having your own life separate from your parents’. Not to mention the unabashed attempts to embarrass you and create doubt in Frank’s head — doubt that you were worth his time or the woman you had claimed to be in the first place.

You sniffled and hastily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as all the pent-up emotion of the evening behind you finally broke through. Without a second’s hesitation, Frank was pulling over at the gas station right on your way, and shushing you gently as you brought your hands to your face and began sobbing.

”Why do I keep thinking it’ll be different? How stupid can I be?” you cried, your eyes blurry from the downpour of tears, your whole body trembling even as Frank reached from his side of the car with open arms.

”Baby, you ain’t stupid. Hear me? You’re not stupid. Everyone wants to see the good in their family. It ain’t your fault they’re just shitty”, he insisted, his hand caressing the back of your head while he tilted his head low to be on your level. A frown was etched onto his face as he watched you shake and cry, his own body filling with anger and regret that he hadn’t set clear boundaries with your family. Sure, he had taken you out of there as soon as he realized what was going on, but maybe there was more he could have done.

Hiccuping, you looked up at him with a wobbly lip. ”Do you—do you promise you’re not gonna leave me now?” you pleaded, and with his eyes softening at the genuine fear in your voice, Frank leaned in to kiss your temple.

”Sweetheart, why would I do that?” he questioned, sincere and gentle with you as his fingers continued stroking your hair.

”The—the things they were saying about me… you must regret being with me”, you pointed out, and before there was any room for debate, Frank cut in.

”I don’t regret a single second I’ve spent with ya. I’m meant to be right here. They can talk all the bullshit they want, you’re everythin’ to me and that ain’t changin’”, he swore, dead-serious. As much was evident in his dark eyes, which were always full of love when he looked at you, but they were stern, too — he wasn’t messing around.

”Listen to me, aight?” Frank cleared his throat. ”The way they treated you… it is not okay. It’s not okay, got that? I will never do that to you. I promise. I’m never gonna take you for granted. As long as I’m here, you never have to feel that way again”, his gruff voice reassured you, and to seal the deal, he gently took your hand in his own and kissed it.

Sniffling, you nodded. ”Thank you, Frankie. That really means a lot”, you gave him a careful smile, and pulling you into a hug as well as he could from behind the wheel, he left another kiss on the top of your head.

”You tell me whenever they ask you to do shit for them, alright? I’m gonna help you cut them off. I know it ain’t easy but you deserve better. You don’t need ’em. Hell, you don’t need anyone, but you still got me, okay?” he insisted, and nodding again, you leaned in to kiss him tenderly. He returned the kiss deeply, both of you closing your eyes and resting your foreheads together while his thumb swiped across your cheeks to wipe your tears.

”Now, how about we get some greasy food to save the night and huddle up in front of the TV, huh? How’s that sound, sweetheart?” Frank suggested then, and with a new, reinforced smile, you kissed his cheek.

”Sounds perfect.”

[iceclew]

They amount of times I redid this is ridiculous, srsly why am I always my biggest enemy when drawing..

ANYWAY - I totally thiefed the idea of this from the wonderful awestriking fanart of BNHA from @meru90 also a user called Noodles-and-tea (i guess), and Zowoe-Draws. They all did that kind of Behind-the-scenes of the Anime-Cast AU idea, and I love it so much, I had to redo this for Kaiju No8. ever more so since the Anime is quite freshly out now.

So big kudos to you guys for the inspiration, i love your work <3

ALSO THIS FANART by @viyojo- I LOVE IT and it inspired me a lot! <3 https://www.tumblr.com/viyojo/691671336807006208/popping-bottles-for-kn8-thank-you-kafka-for-the?source=share

I though up some ideas for AU interview contents, and thought I might share it with you

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Interviewer: thank's for your time guys, how're you feeling today? Kafka, Hoshina: Doing great, thank's! c: I: I'm so happy, you could make it! Also so refreshing to see you without gear and uniform for once! H: yeah, it's refreshing to actually SEE for once, you're right there :D I: *laughs* Seeing your eyes open so much is a first as well for me, haha. How's acting as Hoshina Soshiro for you like this everyday? H: ah, it's fine I guess. The look kinda suits me.. Also it is a big part of the characters personality. K: F'it wasn't for the migraine of yours all the time tho. You get that way too often. H: yeah, but it's fine, I'll manage. I: Oh my, sorry to hear that! H: No really, it's fine :3

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I: I see you're quite different from the set as well, Kafka. I heard you're rather quiet and content off stage? K: *soft smile* yeah, I heard people say that about me too... H: He's such a dad tho, just like in the series :D K: *embarrassed tiny giggle* H: when the whole crew runs a havok, he's usually the one keeping everybody's sh*t together. :D

K: *annoyed grumble* and they run havok like.. a lot, I tell ya... -_- H: *giggle* remeber the time they crafted a whole cup of jell-o smoothie thingy and dared Mina to chuck it all in once? K: *traumatized war memories flashing* it was.... everywhere... If I could have just been a little faster with the bucket...before it all..came back... H: *cracks up* t'was hilarious! :D

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I: So let's talk about your roles for a bit, shall we? You're fairly famous in the role of Hoshina already for example. H: he, thanks :3 I: One of the many reasons to that is your authentic acting during fighting scenes. The entrance into your first "real" hit the audience like a blast. Regarding to that - i was told you do a lot more of your stunts by yourself than the rest of the cast, is that right? H: Yes :) I guess on of the reasons I got the role is cause I do Kendo IRL as well, so I'm not a first timer when it comes to whielding swords. And I like it a lot, so may as well go a little Jacky Chan on stuff, I thought :D As long as the directors let me do it of course.. K: and very cool to look, might I add. Whenever they let him to the fighting scenes, I always end up watching, while he beats the sh*t out of - um - my (other) selfs in front of the camera. Very cool to watch I say. H: *annoyes* well yeah, you could just go and practice your own lines tho, instead of hanging around you know... K:* slow sip from coffee cup* ...no. c:

[claggorstuff]

Claggor with a reader who is super good at parkour! Like reader can easily hop from building to building and can climb like crazy. reader can be fem! or gn! Irdc. :) thx!! <3 (also would you mind if I send more than one request? It's only 1 or 2 more that I have an idea for)

Yeswaplease request all u want omgomgomg

Claggor x parkour master fem s/o

As Me and Claggor sat on the roof of the last drop, I smiled and watched him stare down at the lights of the undercity, "hungry?" I questioned, he sighed "a lil.." and scratched the back of his neck, where his beautiful brown locks ended, I stood up, "Well, why dont we go get something to eat? I know just the place!" He looked at me and shrugged "affordable?" "Duh." I giggled and held my hand out, he took it and stood a little wobbly, I smirked. "Keep up!" I ran and jumped off the roof of the building, he gasped and ran to the ledge and looked down at me as I scaled the apartments nearby and hopped around the vendors, he tried his best to follow but ended up running after me on the ground, I laughed and jumped building to window to balcony to roof, he needed to take a break to sit, as I hopped down to him crossing my arms he huffed "Warning?" I smirked "I'll give vanders eldest son a warning to follow me on a quick route around the UNDERCITY of all places when it crumbles to the ground." I blabbed, he sighed and shook his head "pure evil woman, pure evil.." as I waited for him to catch his breathe I admired his features shining in the dim light of the brothels open door, people walked in and out, in and out, seemingly bored. I suppose thats why anyone goes there, I turned to stare at the stained glass and when I noticed claggor had caught his breath I began climbing. The brothel. He yelped and followed as quick as he could, "wait up-!" He hollered, I laughed loudly "Nahh!" I began to scale faster and stood at the top of the structures slanted roofs, sliding down to the next, much smaller building, he growled and began to try and catch me, jumping at me as if he were an animal and I, the prey, I began to squeal in excitement, now that this had become a game, I was able to show my full skill level, and, well, naturally as my boyfriend, he was quite excited to play this game. I jumped and swung, and he did the same, naturally raised with vi mylo and powder he'd learnt all these undercity skills, but not to my level, I was a trained acrobatic, and he was just a simple boy. But he really loved watching me go.. adleast, thats what hes always said and, what reason would such a beautiful boy have to lie.. I love him so much, so at last we had gotten to the place, but now he was quite out of breathe and so.. of course, we sat for a bit, I was too, but Im quite too happy Id beat him to admit it, as I sat and looked around I'd just realized. This is a game. And sitting here, I could be c- "GOTCHA!" he wrapped his arms around me swiftly as I squealed, he chuckled and kissed me all around "You're such a show-off babe. I love it." He smirked, I stared into his eyes and tilted my head "...stop bein pretty. Ya big oaf." "Dont blame me babe." He chuckled and after we'd caught our breaths, we got some food, a long night followed which included.. well.. vander. Being not so happy we left without telling him, and well. The little jump around left a bit of a mess around, so, not so different. At the end of such a long day. I was after a while of begging vander allowed to sleep next to claggor, he held me ever so close and softly. And as i drifted off he chuckled "Love my acrobatic girlfriend.."

SORRY IF ITS SHORT 🔥🔥🔥

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: Wait holy shit

CRAIG: My fucking phone

CRAIG: Guys

CRAIG: My phone

CRAIG: IT WORKS

EVERYONE: UGHHHHH

TOLKIEN: Well if your phone works, that could be the plausible explanation as to why the intercoms are still functional while the power is out

CRAIG: Okay ate Shakespeare

CRAIG: Atespeare

TOLKIEN and TWEEK: You are so annoying oh my god

TOLKIEN: I want to kill you just for that

TWEEK: If you want to kill him I'll hold him down

TOLKIEN: Deal

CRAIG: Oh woah

CRAIG: Spooky

CRAIG: It's giving back rooms

TOLKIEN: Craig did you just say owo?

CRAIG: I am going to beat you up

TOLKIEN: Nevermind

TWEEK: What

TOLKIEN: Oh its nothing

TOLKIEN: Just ignore him

CLYDE: Woahhh

CLYDE: Guys there's like

CLYDE: An echo now!

CLYDE: Hi Clyde! (Clyde! Clyde!)

CLYDE: This is so cool (cool cool cool)

TOLKIEN: Since when did our hallways get so….

TOLKIEN: Creepy?

TOLKIEN: Tweek, this happened when you got here

TOLKIEN: Are you an alien?

TWEEK: NO??????????

TOLKIEN: Demon?

TWEEK: NO?????????????????

TOLKIEN: Huh

TOLKIEN: I'm out of ideas

TOLKIEN: ….

TOLKIEN: Stan would have a field day with you

CLYDE: Stan would

CRAIG: Oh yea, I'm totally recording that when it happens

TWEEK: Can I get a puddin out of it?

CRAIG: Sure

CRAIG: I can venmo you the money for it

CRAIG: Do you like

CRAIG: Have venmo?

TWEEK: What the fuck is venmo???? CRAIG: Not you not knowing what venmo is

CRAIG: Loser

CLYDE: Yoooo thunder crackling right now

CRAIG: (records) Hey guys welcome back to my blog and sorry that the cam quality is so ass

CRAIG: There's currently a power outage out at the school

CRAIG: Its not giving

CRAIG: Anyways

CRAIG: Make sure to like and subscribe for more

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING FILIMG THIS RIGHT NOW???? 

CRAIG: Yeah, so?

TOLKIEN: What do you mean, so?!

TOLKIEN: There's nothing to even film, it's dark as shit

CRAIG: Doesn't mean there can't be content

TOLKIEN: I swear.

TOLKIEN: TO GOD

CRAIG: Lmao Tolkien you're right

CRAIG: The cam quality is so ass

TOLKIEN: See? I told you

TOLKIEN: Fucking queer

CRAIG: I am

CRAIG: LITERALLY

CRAIG: Not gay

TWEEK: Hey uh

TWEEK: Guys?

TWEEK: Shouldn’t we like…. check to see why the intercoms or whatever you're calling them are doing that? CLYDE: Yeah! Oh my god you're so smart

CLYDE: That's like

CLYDE: Not normal behavior.

TOLKIEN: Ahem

TOLKIEN: Clyde

CLYDE: What????

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Right here

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ OOOOH  ╧╧╧╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ D ╬ R ╬ A╬M ╧ AAAAA╬ ╬

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ■ C╒╬O ╬N╬TROL ╧  ■ ╧ YOUR ╬ M╬ A╬ N╬ ╬ ╧ ╒╒╒╒ ╬ ■ ■ ╬

CRAIG: Omg

CRAIG: I'm so putting this on my blog

TWEEK: Read the room, dude…

TWEEK: Read the fucking room

CLYDE: This is the one time I hate the morning announcements

TOLKIEN: The only time you like the announcements is when they announce Pizza Fridays, babe

CLYDE: Shhhhhh

CLYDE: I mean you're right but shhhhhh

TWEEK: But seriously, we should go

TWEEK: I think someone of some kind of authority would have come over by now

TWEEK: We should like

TWEEK: Check it out or something…

CLYDE: You're so right, Tweek

TOLKIEN: Clyde.

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: RIGHT here

CLYDE: So….

CLYDE: No thruple?

TOLKIEN: NO

CLYDE: Ah…

CLYDE: Rats….

TWEEK: Shut up Clyde, nobody likes you

CLYDE: Wuh- buh-

CLYDE: BUT YOU LISTENED TO ME RANT ABOUT NIGHTCORE?????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT WE HAD A MOMENT??????????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT THERE WAS A SPARK?????????????

TWEEK: Aren't you taken?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh yeah…

TOLKIEN: Porkchop

TOLKIEN: Sweetheart

TOLKIEN: Love of my goddamn life

TOLKIEN: You are

TOLKIEN: So stupid sometimes

CLYDE: But you love me for it~

TOLKIEN: Debatable

CLYDE: WHAT?????

TOLKIEN: I'm kidding, you goober

TOLKIEN: ....maybe

CLYDE: TOLKIEN DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAT

TOLKIEN: I can't resist it, ya know

INTERCOMS: ╬ ╬╬ ■ T╧ ╬ W■ ╬ ■ EE╬ ╧ K■ ╧  ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ■ ╬ ■ ╬ ╒ ╒ ╒

TWEEK: Guys, the intercoms…

CLYDE: Right right

CRAIG: This is not giving right now

CRAIG: Do we like

CRAIG: Have too?

TWEEK: I would say so

CRAIG: Literally why smh

TWEEK: Because they just called my name!?

CRAIG: What do you think I am?

CRAIG: A mechanic?

TWEEK: Yeah but still…

TWEEK: I think the longer we stay here, the more likely we are to get murdered or something?

CLYDE: WAHHHH I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEE

TOLKIEN: There there, you won't die

TOLKIEN: But if you do I'll bury you in dinosaur bones like you've always wanted

CLYDE: And play my favorite nightcore playlist at my funeral?

TOLKIEN: And play your favorite nightcore playlist at your funeral, yes

CLYDE: Good, Good, by the way, babe, do you know where the generator room is?

TOLKIEN: No, why would I?

CLYDE: Cuz you're like

CLYDE: Super smart and stuff

TOLKIEN: Aww…

CRAIG: Rizzler moment!

TWEEK: Should be to the left

TOLKIEN: How do you know that?

TOLKIEN: You just got here

CRAIG: Not Tweek being a sussy baka rn

CRAIG: Smh

CRAIG: Omg hold up

CRAIG: Who

CRAIG: Who is getting in the middle of the recording right now?

TWEEK: Your mom

CLYDE: Hehe, nice

CRAIG: This is NOT a slay right now

CRAIG: Get this British away from me

PIP: Shut the fuck up you crusty motherfucker

PIP: I always hated your two tone Google chrome metrophone megaphone ass

PIP: And that's saying a lot because I hate all of you

PIP: But it was always the influencer I didn't like

TOLKIEN: Nobody likes influencers

PIP: True, but this one was the most insufferable

PIP: Craig_The_Real_Bitch, Right?

CRAIG: *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TWEEK: Did he just say the asterisk out loud????

CRAIG: Yes, I'm correcting him, that's why I said *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TOLKIEN: He does that alot

TOLKIEN: We’re desensitized to it at this point

PIP: God why do you say all these underscores

PIP: You aren't a blonde crop top wearing bimbo you overrated sonic the hedgehog wannabe

PIP: Now anyways,

PIP: Turn off that goddamn phone

PIP: Pretend this is the movie theater!

PIP: Have some class, fuckface

PIP: Pay attention when I am talking to you

CRAIG: No <3

PIP: …

PIP: Fine then, I’ll just turn off that phone myself

PIP: Better yet, I'll break it

CRAIG: No please my phone is literally my life support

CRAIG: If you break it I’ll like

CRAIG: Totally die

CRAIG: Or something

PIP: Shut that shit and perish

CRAIG: Fine, fine, fine…

PIP: Thank you

PIP: Now that we’ve hit mute on the insufferable prick here

PIP: I'm sure you’re all wondering, “How is he alive right now? Didn’t he get crushed to death???”

PIP: To that I say, you're right!

PIP: I'm not at all alive

PIP: I am in fact, very,

PIP: VERY

PIP: Dead.

CLYDE: WAHHHHUGFYUKGTP(YYIFDIGFYCYIG 

CLYDE: ZOMBIE!!!!!!

CRAIG: Its giving the walking dead

CRAIG: Slay

PIP: Shut up you fake ass botox injected taki munching booty crunching dollar tree ass Charli D’Amealio

PIP:  I am not a zombie, that's just cheesy!

PIP: I am, however

PIP:  ╬A bad motherfucker ╬

(( EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket the backrooms edit was all me ))

[handspunyarns]

You Were Marked: Day Thirty-Two.

pairing: din djarin x plus size / reverse age gap / fem!O/C  

word count: 7.7K  

chapter summary: Marathel is released from the hospital, Din changes his plans, and Marathel is surprised 

warnings:  angst angst angst, mention of illness, mention of past abuse, mention of mental illness, English and Mando’a cursing  

***Please feel free to comment, kvetch, or otherwise speak your mind about my work. ***  

    

You Were Marked: Masterlist

You Were Marked: <- Previous Chapter 

Marathel, still sleeping, slowly realized that someone was gently straightening out her arm.  She came awake, and opened her left eye to a dim room and Ya-Bito holding her arm, stroking it.  Marathel grunted something unintelligible; her face was mostly pressed against Din’s ribcage. 

“I’m sorry, Marathel,” whispered Ya-Bito.  “I just need to get some blood.”  Marathel blinked her consent and winced against the prick of a needle.  Ya-Bito collected the blood she required and put a pink bandage over the needle mark.  “Go back to sleep,” whispered Ya-Bito with her alarming smile as she quietly left the room.   

Din sighed in his sleep, flexed his legs, and tightened his arms around her and Grogu.  Marathel lay awake, listening to the strong heartbeat below her cheek.  A heart attack? wondered Marathel.  Yes, she remembered heartbreak when a bonded Dahl would die.  When Rodanthe unbound herself from her, her heart hurt, yes, she hurt all over.  

But then she remembered the men of the Hold, the times they would catch the rhyddolur or the nwymunwya.  Oh, did they ever raise such a fuss!  They demanded so much of the already ragged women: more delicate foods, more bathing, more pleasuring, more soiled bedding, more scrubbing around their necessaries!  Any woman in the Hold was expected to continue her work no matter how poorly she felt; the few times Marathel got out of working due to her cycle were an aberration.  And even then, she would drag herself off her pallet to service the Bishop, or whomever he wished to watch degrade her; it wasn’t worth the extra beating.  Those were the times she didn’t actually mind getting anally raped; at least then she just had to lay there.  Hence, the joke only whispered in the kitchen, full of derision: wai wchlas.  Man flu. 

I suppose some things are the same for men from other planets.  It was a little mean of her, though, teasing Din like that.  She considered apologizing for her smart mouth, then decided against it.  She did enjoy getting to use her snarky words — when she knew it didn’t mean a smack in the face.  And Din once told me he loved me best when I said things like that. 

But no more. Never again.  They were untethered, and he wouldn’t say such sweet things to her anymore.  Oh, he’d comfort her, dry her tears, feel pity for her, like he’d feel for any stranger, as he’d told her.   

Din snuffled, then his breathing became even again.  Marathel craned her neck to look up; the other times she’d slept in his arms her head was nestled between his shoulder and neck.  This time she’d slipped lower to rest against his rib cage, and she felt a metal pocket closure pressing into her cheek.  Looking up, in the dim light of the room, she could see … his chin? 

Din’s helmet had caught on the pillow, and it had lifted the bottom edge just enough that part of his chin and jawline was exposed.  How much of him have I seen?  His hands, his forearms, quite nearly his entire torso, the top of his head, his … manhood, and now, this part of him that she’d only ever felt before. His soft skin, his strong jaw, and some patchy whiskers that had some silver threaded through. 

Marathel tentatively reached out with a fingertip and just brushed a bit of beard on his chin, barely feeling the whiskers on her calloused finger, remembering running her fingers through his hair, and how he moaned against her lips as he kissed her.  That was the only time she was able to touch his hair, and she desperately hoped she would remember how it felt, for this was more than likely be the last time she would be so intimate with Din.   

And I only have this moment because of his pity for me.  But … I’ll accept it, and let it carry me back to Tatooine.  Then, I can focus on my future.  And there, I’ll have friends that will keep me company while I figure out my life without the Bounty Hunter.  I think I can bear that, so long as I have friends and I can see Grogu.  Please, Frith, don’t let the Bounty Hunter take Grogu away from me.  

Thinking of Grogu and the people she had left behind on Tatooine — especially Cobb’s easy smile and sparkling eyes — she fell asleep again. 

It was a few hours later that Din felt someone jostling his shoulder.  He turned his head to see Ya-Bito smiling at him.  “Wake up, Mando.  I’ve brought Marathel’s breakfast, Also, the doctor will be coming through in about thirty minutes, and she’s not big on patients sharing a bed.”  Din grunted in affirmation, and Ya-Bito left, turning the lights up a little brighter on her way out.  

Din was only half-awake, so he took inventory:  his arms were both asleep, his neck had a crick in it, and Grogu was resting right on his bladder, which had hit critical mass.  He looked down at Marathel.  She still slept.  He traced a glove tip along one of the spiral coils wrapped around her fingers.  This is day thirty-two, Marathel.  This is one of the few times you didn’t escape from me while we were sleeping. This is probably the last time I’ll get to hold you like this, and I’m so confused about how I’m supposed to feel about you.  He cared about her, that much was obvious.  He only wanted her to be happy and safe. He hoped she wouldn’t … didn’t hate him for his fluctuating emotions for her.  He didn’t understand romantic love at the best of times, but whatever forces were at work between the two of them were way outside his comfort zone.  If only … 

But her breakfast was getting cold, and he really needed the vac tube.  He squeezed her shoulder.  “Marathel?  Marathel, wake up.” Her head popped up, her eyes still squeezed shut.  “Feeling okay?” 

Marathel worked one eye open.  “I feel horrible.” Din tilted his helmet, noticing her puffy, red-rimmed eyes and the red lines on her pale cheek from the pocket seams and zipper tab where she’d pressed her face to his chest. “My eyes ache.” 

Unsure of what to say, Din said, “Ya-Bito brought your breakfast.  And I need to get up.”  Marathel nodded and sat up — thankfully without needing to push down on his full bladder to boost herself.  She plucked the dozing Grogu off Din and nuzzled the boy’s ear as Din rolled off the bed with a groan and shambled to the vac tube.  After relieving himself, he took off his helmet and took a look in the mirror at his own puffy, red eyes.  Marathel’s story last night had affected him terribly.  Even having something as simple as a doll was fraught with pain.  Maybe she should stay here, stay in the psych ward, he thought.   

But he couldn’t leave her behind again. He even regretted leaving her to go to Nevarro to get his helmet repaired; if he’d only been with her when her first treatment failed, if perhaps he’d gone with her to the Reconstructionists, if he’d been with her when she’d learned that her whole way of life was an abhorrent aberration … 

And if frogs had wings, they wouldn’t bump their ass a-hoppin’, kid.  Regrets and ifs and maybes distract you from what you need to do.  If you make a bad decision, you do your best to bounce off your ass and keep hopping. 

After hearing his buir’s words in his head, Din replaced his helmet with a sigh and left the fresher room to wash his hands at the sink. He soaked a washcloth in cold water for Marathel, turning around just in time to see her struggling with Grogu, who was actively trying to steal all the food from her plate. “Grogu, please, I know you’re hungry …” 

“Listen to your Mama, kid, that is her breakfast, not yours.”  He snagged Grogu from her and replaced the sausage links — floating in the air with the Force — on her plate.  He handed her the washcloth.  She muttered her thanks and held it against her eyes.  Din sat down in the chair and said, “Your doctor will be coming in soon.  They will probably talk to you about what you might want to do.” 

“Do?” 

“Whether you want to be released, or whether you might want to go in for psychiatric care.” 

Marathel sighed and put the washcloth on her tray.  “What do you think I should do?” 

Din shifted in the chair, then said quietly, “I think that’s a decision you need to make.” 

“Din … I don’t know enough to make that kind of decision.  I’m lost out here.  Right now, I only have you to help me.  I know I’m a burden to you, but I need to know what you think I should do.” 

Din shook his head and stammered, “Marathel … I ... my feelings for you ...” 

Marathel put her hands to her forehead.  “Urgh!  Din, we need to talk about the important things!  It doesn’t matter that you don’t love me anymore; that’s not the point right now!  Please, tell me if going into this psych ward is a good idea, because I don’t know any different!” 

“Marathel …” 

“I’m a child, Din, just like Cobb says, I’m a full-grown child who dropped out of the sky!  I need guidance if I’m going to survive out here!  If I can’t rely on you for help, the one person, right here, right now, who understands what I’ve been through, then what am I supposed to do?” 

Din spread his hands, saying, “I’m not the best person to ask, Marathel!  Mandalorians don’t do psychiatry!  I speak to my Confessor, the Armorer, and I follow her advice.  I think about what my buir would say or do, and I follow the teachings of the Manda’lor.  That’s it. Whatever is the most practical thing, that’s what I do.” 

“Then what is the practical thing for me to do, Bounty Hunter?” 

Marathel’s dropping back to calling him Bounty Hunter was not lost on Din.  “Leaving you here would be inadvisable, in my opinion.  I wouldn’t know when I could come back to get you.  There are things I must do for my Creed, and soon, but I cannot leave you here, not knowing if you’re safe and all right.  If you get released while I’m gone, and I can’t come to get you, what will you do?  And, and ... my only perception of a psych ward, any psych ward, is that it’s not a good place.  Ya-Bito has told you the same thing,” said Din.  He paused, then leaned forward to put his hand near hers. “Regardless of whatever … has ended between us, I can’t … I don’t want you to stay here.”  He leaned back in his chair, looking down to his knees.  “But, your doctor is coming soon to talk to you, and you should consult their opinion, as well.” 

Marathel took in his words, nodded, and said, “Thank you.  Thank you.  That was what I needed.”  She took a breath, turned back to her tray, and frowned.  “Grogu!” 

Her tone made Din turn to Grogu, who had her toast in his mouth and part of a sausage in one hand. “Dank ferrik, Grogu, you opportunistic little … fink.  I’m so sorry, Marathel.  I … well, you were right.  I haven’t taught him any manners.  Did he leave you anything?” 

“A runny egg and some fruit. I hate runny eggs.”  Marathel sighed and pushed her tray away. “Perhaps someday you can stay in one place long enough to raise him right.  How in Frith did your buir manage to raise you halfway decently?” 

“I drove him into an early grave because I was a right shit,” said Din as he wiped Grogu’s mouth.  “Perhaps Grogu is his way of getting back at me.”  Marathel laughed at that, a real laugh that crinkled the skin around her eyes and colored her full cheeks. The only things marring her beauty were her facial wound, and her missing teeth.  But she could get those fixed, and … 

There was a knock on the door, and a voice came through the intercom:  “Marathel?  It’s Ya-Bito with Doctors Dine and Zohl.  May we come in?” 

Din quickly deposited a complaining Grogu in his bag with the stern command to be quiet.  Marathel called out, “Come in, please.” 

The nurse and doctors came in, and Din stood, saying, “I’ll step out …” 

Ya-Bito asked, “Marathel?  Did you want Mando here for this discussion?  We’re going to talk about your release from this ward today, and what you may want to do next.” 

Marathel looked up into Din’s visor, and he wondered if she’d say yes, stay or no, leave.  Marathel swallowed, then said, “Please excuse us, Bounty Hunter.”  Din nodded and left, disappointed.  As he walked the halls towards the elevator, he considered her earlier words: it doesn’t matter that you don’t love me anymore.   

It doesn’t matter, Bounty Hunter.   

Bounty Hunter. 

“Haar’chak,” muttered Din.  Blinking rapidly a few times, he decided two things needed to be done: one, find some food for both himself and the kid.  Two, he needed to talk to the harbormaster where the Crest was docked, because, with or without Marathel, he was apparently leaving this planet today. 

Marathel, meanwhile, listened to Doctor Dine talk about her physical condition.  Her D&C had been successful.  Samples of tissue had been tested and none had been malignant — a new word for her that required quite a bit of explanation.  Dine explained endometriosis more in depth as well, showing Marathel scans of her reproductive organs, commenting on their abnormalities.  She recommended that Marathel see a specialist for potential hormone therapy or further surgery.  Her wounds seemed to be healing well and she had no signs of infection.  “There’s no reason why you can’t be released from this ward, Marathel.  You seem well, and you’re strong and healthy overall.  But there is the matter of your emotional and mental state.” 

It was at this point that Doctor Zohl introduced herself as a psychiatrist that specialized in trauma.  “Marathel, you are possibly the most traumatized person I have ever met, as well as the strongest.  I have nothing but admiration for you.  I only want you to have the most fulfilling life; that is the goal of everyone here.” 

“I believe you,” said Marathel quietly. 

“The thing is, Marathel, we are struggling with what would be the best course of action for you.  In listening to you tell your story yesterday, I got the distinct feeling that four walls and a closed door cause you a great deal of anxiety.  Therefore, we believe inpatient treatment — where you would stay here or go to another facility — would not be beneficial at this time.  I would be concerned that you’d feel trapped, which would add to your anxiety, and do you more harm than good. 

“And then, knowing that you come from a people who have been isolated for two millennia — coupled with the fact that you do not respond to bacta — we also can’t recommend that you go on medications that may help your mental state.  We just don’t know how you may respond to antidepressants or anti-anxiety meds, because we don’t fully understand your full physiological being.  Along with the fact that you have chronic brain damage, both due to physical trauma and hypoxia, drugs are just not a good idea at this time.” 

Marathel began to feel despair.  Can I not get better?  Is there nothing that can help me? 

Doctor Zohl sensed Marathel’s distress, and leaned forward to put her hand on Marathel’s knee.  “Talk to me, Marathel.”  Marathel closed her eyes and shook her head.  “Marathel?  This is what we think will work for you.  You need to talk. The way you handled yourself yesterday was nothing short of amazing. However, we think you’re compartmentalizing and disassociating …” — Marathel opened her eyes, confused — “… but that’s a bunch of big words you don’t need to worry about at this point.” 

“Then what am I supposed to do?” asked Marathel in a small voice. 

“We — and when I say ‘we’, I’m talking about myself and two other doctors — we just want to talk to you each day for a while. As we go along, as you become more comfortable, that may change.” 

“How would that happen, if I’m going to leave here?” 

Doctor Zohl held up a holopad.  “Do you know what this is?” 

Marathel nodded.  “A holopad.  I have one.  Not here ... I think it’s on the Bounty Hunter’s ship.  A friend gave it to me.  I don’t know how to use it, because I ... can’t read.”  These last two words were spoken in a shameful whisper, but when she stole a glance at the doctors, they seem unconcerned about her failing.   

“Perhaps the Bounty Hunter can teach you how to use the holopad?  We can give you a printout of the instructions of how to set up our visits together, and he can help you, yes?” 

“Perhaps,” said Marathel with a shrug. 

“You don’t believe he would help you?  He seems to be very fond of you.  He’s been here practically non-stop since he first brought you here.”  Marathel was holding Grogu’s new Fawg on her lap, and she kept stroking the toy’s head.  “And his little boy, of course, is obviously very precious to you.” 

“Not right now; the brat stole most of my breakfast.” 

The medics all laughed, then Doctor Zohl said, “We were surprised that you kept the child out of your chat with the New Republic officers.  Both of you did.  Is there a reason for that?” 

“Yes.” 

"But you’re not going to explain it?” 

“No.” 

Doctor Dine smiled and said, “I like your fierce loyalty.  The Mandalorian is just as loyal to you.  Yet you two both insist that you’re not in a relationship.” 

“We’re not,” said Marathel with great sadness. 

Doctor Zohl said, “Let’s leave that for now.  Do you know what the Mandalorian intends to do once you leave here?  Does he plan to take you somewhere?” 

“I believe he will be taking me back to the planet where he first got me medical care.  After I was made a Belwhyn.  The people there, they were good to me.  They are friends.  I feel safe there.” 

“Then what will happen, do you think?” 

“I don’t know.  I can’t think that far ahead.” 

Doctor Zohl nodded.  “Are you willing to chat with us over holo?  We really think it would be beneficial to you.  Friends are good, having supportive people is good.  But you must understand that having a medical professional support system for your mental health is advantageous, and frankly, we’re good at it.  I mean, you wouldn’t eat food that was made by someone who wasn’t good at cooking, right?” 

Marathel smiled a tiny smile.  “Well, no.  I wouldn’t.  For example, I’m not going to eat that runny egg,” she said, pointing to her plate. 

Ya-Bito stood up and took a look. “Eewww.  You’re right.  I’d be happy to bring you something else.” 

Marathel nodded, and Ya-Bito left to find another tray.  The doctors discussed things with her for a little longer, and Marathel began at feel more at ease.  She now had a plan, and plans were good; she couldn’t knit a sweater for Grogu without a plan, could she?  So many things for her were new and unknown and frightening, but she had hope that these doctors could help her sick mind. 

The doctors left to work on her release, and Ya-Bito brought a new breakfast for Marathel.  The nurse wanted to see what Din had picked out for her at Mise-Tusil, so Marathel allowed Ya-Bito to bring out all the purchases and hold them up.  “He didn’t do a half-bad job, your Mandalorian,” mused Ya-Bito as she carefully cut off all the tags.  Not my Mandalorian, thought Marathel.  The nurse continued, “Normally, I would advise you to wash everything – especially the underwear – before wearing, but you don’t seem to have much of a choice.”  Ya-Bito folded everything again, and told Marathel she would find a packet of adhesive pads to wear instead of the disposable underwear. 

After she left, Marathel finished her breakfast – with a properly cooked egg this time – and carefully stroked the neckline of one of the tops Din had bought.  Such an odd thing, a man buying her clothing.  And undergarments, for Frith’s sake.  The Mandalorian, choosing undergarments for her!  Surely these things were worth a lot of that money that Marathel was still so unsure about.  She reminded herself that he had exchanged the coins for useable money; that’s what Fennec had told her.  She then wondered what in Frith she was going to do for money!  She was going to need the stuff in order to survive, wasn’t she?  She couldn’t live off the generosity of the Bounty Hunter, or even Fennec and Boba, for that matter!  She began to panic, fearing that the voices of the Dahls would fill her mind with horrible thoughts — she could just hear their quiet chattering — but instead, the practical-sensible voice came back to her, calming her. 

One thing at a time, old girl.  Tatooine is a big planet, and you have skills!  You can cook, you can clean. You can care for children.  You can grow a garden. You know how to sew, how to spin, how to weave. You can work somewhere like the palace!  You can make things to sell!  Silnima came from a bad place, and look at her now!   

The possibilities suddenly filled her with excitement, a completely new feeling to her.  Marathel felt overwhelmed again, but for the first time, with how good her life could be that she began to cry.  Just then, Ya-Bito returned with Siewan in tow.  Seeing her in tears, Siewan said, “Oh, kriffing hell, what is it, honey?  Who made you cry?  Whose ass do we have to kick?” 

“I’m happy, I’m happy,” insisted Marathel. 

“If you say so!  The docs are still working on your release, but you can get dressed and ready to leave.  If that is your plan.  Is it?” 

Marathel nodded.  “I am … leaving, yes.” 

“With Mando?” 

“With Mando.” 

“Good,” said Ya-Bito.  “Whatever you think is or isn’t going on between you two, it’s obvious he cares about your welfare.  And I also think that you are as important to him as he is to you.   You two just haven’t … found each other at the same place yet.” 

Marathel frowned.  “I don’t understand.” 

“Of course not.  But it is both our fervent hope that you will,” said Siewan.  “Now, let’s get you dressed.  Not sure where your Mandalorian is ...” 

“Not my Mandalorian ...” said Marathel, rolling her eyes. 

“Sure, honey, and maybe Kowakian monkey-lizards are flying out of my ass,” scoffed Siewan, making Ya-Bito laugh.  “Let’s get you ready to blow this joint so you and Mando and the little greenie can fly off into the great black yonder.” 

Din, meanwhile, was pissed off.  He’d gone back to the Crest to find out that Teva’s goons had damaged his ship when removing the tracker, shorting out a section of his electrical system.  Not only that, he was now blocked in by a fleet of cordovas for some high-rolling sonofabitch and his entourage, and he couldn’t leave until fucking tomorrow.   The harbormaster merely shrugged and handed Din a credit for a room at the connecting hotel.  Teva was at least apologetic, but couldn’t do anything beyond assuring Din that the damage would be repaired before tomorrow morning.  

Grumbling, Din went to the hotel and presented his credit chit to the front desk, who said that a room wouldn’t be ready until mid-afternoon. Also, the chit was only good for a mid-sized room with one double bed.  Din offered to put up the difference for a second room, a suite, anything, but the hotel was completely booked.  Of fucking course, thought Din.  One bed.  My life has become a ridiculous rom-com holo!  Dammit, Frith, get better writers!   

He started the trek back to the medical center, almost getting there before he remembered that he had also meant to grab some food for himself and Grogu.  He could get by without food, but the kid was a different story.  He ducked into a dumpling house, and the proprietor — apparently familiar with Mandalorians — generously set up a quick private curtained booth for Din to eat in.  In thanks, Din bought a few sweet dough dumplings for Marathel to try.  He figured he owed her an apology for allowing Grogu to abscond with her breakfast, and possibly another apology for waffling when she had asked him directly for advice.  While he was sitting there, watching Grogu work his way through a dumpling almost as large as he, his comm.link beeped.  “What?” 

“It’s Karga.  I need an answer, Mando.” 

Din sighed.  “Go ahead.” 

“Well, congratulations!” 

“In her name only.” 

“Her name?” 

“It’s her money, it’ll be in her name.” 

“When did it become her money?” 

“Never you mind.  Just shoot me the papers; I’ll get her to sign them.” 

There was a long pause at the other end before Karga said, “I set aside that property for you.” 

“Well, now it’s going to be hers.” 

Another long pause.  “I’ll hang on to the papers until you get here.  See you soon.”   

After Karga clicked off, Din sighed deeply and stared at the wall, mourning the death of The Plan. The Plan was no more.  The Plan was to get a house for all three of them.  Two bedrooms at least, one for himself and Grogu, one for her, her own room but in a house together, where she could adapt to a different and new life, hoping that in time, maybe, the arrangement could change.  Perhaps it could have even changed to him moving into Marathel’s room, living as a couple, as a family of a father and mother and child, somehow adding more children, despite reality dictating that no natural children would ever come to them … but that was all only wishful thinking.   Even after Marathel had announced she wanted to return to Unmanarall, he’d hoped somehow that he could change her mind, that she’d have some sort of epiphany that she was not a monster that needed to be exiled.  And now she was separating herself from him even more, going back to calling him Bounty Hunter and making decisions for herself that didn’t involve him. 

Perhaps he didn't feel love anymore, but he could feel regret. 

Din put his helmet back on, thanked the proprietor, and left, with Grogu in his bag, still munching on the giant dumpling.  He made his way back to Marathel’s ward, walked up to her door, and found it wide open.   

She was gone. 

The bed had been stripped. 

His heart fell into his stomach.  She left?  She left? And didn’t even tell him what she had planned to do?  Even just to say a kriffing goodbye?  Feeling panicky, he went to the nurse’s desk, looking for Siewan, Ya-Bito, someone who could give him some answers.  The young woman at the desk looked in the chart tracker and all she was able to tell him was that Marathel had been released, but nothing beyond that.  He thanked her, wondering how he should go about finding Marathel.  He took a few steps back, looking up and down the corridor, when Ya-Bito stepped out of another patient’s room.  He hurried over to her, pleading, “Please, Ya-Bito, is Marathel ...” 

Ya-Bito pointed behind her.  “Goodness, Mando, she’s just down the hall, in the family room.  We needed to prep her bed for a new patient.”   

Din nodded his thanks, and then amused the hell out of Ya-Bito by jogging down the corridor to find Marathel, skidding to a halt in an open doorway.  He peered into a large waiting room, where Marathel stood, looking confusedly at a holoprojector screen.  She was wearing the russet top and dark pants he’d bought her the day before.  Her hair was still braided, and she wore the pink fuzzy socks on her feet.  She noticed him in the doorway, and turned towards him, asking, “Do they ... the people on the screen.  Do they know we can see them?” 

Din hadn’t heard her, for he was too distracted by the sight of her.  The red top did put color in her cheeks, and stood out against her pale skin.  The scooped neck showed off her upper chest while still being modest, with a decorative tie just under her breasts.  The fabric was cut in such a way that it draped delicately over her curves, convex here, concave there, showing off her waist in a way he hadn’t quite ever seen before.  The dark charcoal-colored pants also draped softly over her generous hips and her backside, and the sight made him want to drop to his knees before her and hug her tightly, just to feel her strong leg muscles rippling under the fabric of her pants.  She was somehow ... more sexy, more tantalizing, clothed and standing before him, than she had been naked and astride him.  He belatedly realized she had asked him a question. To cover up his distraction, he lifted Grogu out of his bag, allowing him to run to the toy table in the room.  “I’m sorry, what?” 

“The people.  On the holo screen.  Why are they there?  They were just talking to each other, and now ...” Marathel blushed, and Din turned to the screen.  It was a rom-com holo of some sort – he wasn’t familiar with this story, but he recognized the actress.  She and some Twi’lek actor were kissing the shab out of each other in a bed, draped as they were in what Din called the magic L-shaped sheet – it covered her up to her armpits while only covering him from the waist down, a typical bedlinen in stories like these, he’d noticed over the years. 

“It’s a holo, Marathel.” 

Marathel turned even more red.  “But don’t they know that we can see ... I mean, they’re just ...” 

“I’m not getting why this is bothering you.” 

“They’re just ... showing everyone their private, intimate moments!  What in Frith is wrong with them?” 

Finally, it clicked for Din.  There had been a holo screen in her room, but they’d never turned it on.  Her only experience with a holopad was either talking to him or seeing the holo of his recording of the burlesque dancers.  Marathel had no idea of what she was seeing, because she’d never seen a rom-com holo story before.  She thinks that these characters are real people, really making love on a screen before whomever may be watching them! This tickled him even more than the time she’d been stuck in a tree, and he began to chuckle. 

Marathel’s eyes flashed with fury.  “What is so funny?” she hissed. 

“Nothing,” said Din, quickly getting under control; poking fun at her shortcomings only annoyed her.  “None of what you’re seeing is real life.  These people on the screen —  they are pretending to be other people.  They are acting out a story.” 

“Why?” 

“‘Why?’” parroted Din.  Well, that’s a good question. “To entertain people.” 

“So they are playing … guesedd?” 

“What does that mean?” 

“As children, I would play dwycwingen and Tymfy would play gochgoch and dwycwingen and gochgoch would talk about what they did outside the Hold walls.  Running in the woods, getting chased by Dahls, sitting in the flowers.  Doing what we — Marathel and Tymfy — couldn’t.” 

Din felt a new pang of sadness for her, but also a happy feeling, knowing that she had a friend, and also happy knowing that she had at least some moments of a normal childhood, with games and friends and the love of a parent-figure.  He had buir and she had Olba.  He wished that she could have had buir as well, to teach her what a father should be.  Finally, he said, “That is why people watch these holos.  To see, hear, experience someone else’s life.  Some holos are funny, some are dramatic, or sad.  Some are scary. Some are romantic.” 

“Romantic?” 

“About people falling in love.” 

“These people are not … loving each other right now?” 

“No.  I can tell you that the woman on the screen is married to a Rebel Admiral.  I’ve seen her in other stories.  The guy, I have no idea who he is.” 

Marathel frowned. “So, she’s the dwycwingen, and he’s the gochgoch … but you have seen her be a dwycwingen with a different gochgoch in a different holo?”  Din sketched a complicated flowchart in his head, parsing her sentence, but finally nodded.  Marathel then said, “Now I feel … sad.  They can kiss and … but it means nothing.” 

“It’s meaningful to the people like to watch these things,” said Din, shrugging. 

Marathel sighed and sat down in a padded chair.  “So much confuses me.” 

Din chuckled and said, “It amuses me sometimes, just how little you know about the galaxy.  How much is new to you, when it’s so commonplace to me.” 

“Cobb said that, too.  He said … that my childlike ways warmed his cold, curmudgeon heart.” 

“Did he?” 

“Oh yes.  Still not sure what curmudgeon means …” mused Marathel with a smile. 

Din bristled. “Just how much did Cobb say to you?” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“He paid too much attention to you, Marathel.” Too handsy, too touchy-feely. 

“You are …” Marathel struggled to think of the Newtalk word. “Bifennddus’sai?” 

“Huh?” 

“You are angry at the attention he gave me,” snapped Marathel. 

Din dropped his head and muttered, “Jealous.  The word is jealous.” 

And just like that, Marathel had had enough of his snippiness whenever she mentioned Cobb.  “Are you?  Are you jell-uhs? Angry at me because Cobb was being a friend to me when I needed one?”  Din looked back up.  “I fell out of bed and hurt my knee; he helped me get up from the floor.  He held my hand while I was undergoing those first injections, and I was frightened.  He carried me, me, fat as I am, speeding back to the palace, when my treatment failed and I was losing all my blood again.  He pulled me down off that windowsill and held me while I cried, after you left me there.  You left me sitting on that windowsill.  Yes, I said cruel things to you, I wanted the truth to drive you away, but I still had that childish hope that it wouldn’t matter to you.  Because you had told me that you loved me and nothing else mattered.  But of course it mattered.   You didn’t love me.  You never did.” 

“Marathel …” began Din. 

“It was all the Dahls’ doing.” 

“I know.  I know, Marathel.” 

Marathel shook her head. “No, you don’t!  Rodanthe tethered us … tied us together in a bond … because she wanted to someone to love me.” 

“She … she what?” 

“The Bishop told me that the Dahls kept all the men of the Hold away from me, killing anyone male who came near. But you … you weren’t from the Hold, and the Dahls knew that.  They knew you’d be different.  They let you come near me, to see if I would accept you, and when I told them to leave you alone … when you pulled a boomer on them …” 

“… Blaster …” mumbled Din. 

“The Dahls took advantage of my bond with them and my curiosity of you and Grogu.  I could hear their noises and emotions but when they were all together in the throes of mating, they could make me do things.  They made me grab at you.  Pull you to me.  Make you take me.  And then I bit you …” 

“Marathel, it’s …” 

“But you didn’t consent to that. None of it!” 

“Neither did you!” 

Marathel ignored him.  “Rodanthe … she loved me, but she wanted me to have a mate.  She had her mate.  Dahls keep their mates, the ones they like best.  She had her kits, including me.  And her other kits got their mates, she had her mate, so why not me, I suppose?  So, when you and Grogu arrived, she thought you would be a good mate for me.  I bit you, I marked you as mine, she tethered us together.  Easy.” 

“Easy?” 

“Easy because I already loved you.  Or I thought I did.  Or she thought I did.”  Marathel angrily wiped away a tear. 

“She told me to love you.” 

Marathel looked up in surprise.  “She did what?” 

“She came to me, the same night, after we … the second night of mating. She … looked at me. Stared at me, hypnotized me, smelt my breath, and then told me to love you and disappeared.” 

Marathel closed her eyes, and more tears spilled over.  “I wanted so much to be loved by you.  I wanted more kindness.  I wanted more affection.  I’d never known kindness, or affection, so, of course, I wanted more.”  She opened her eyes and Din was holding out a cloth for her to dry her tears, and she laughed.  After blowing her nose, she said, “I also knew that it was such a struggle for you, to remain within your creed while … but it doesn’t matter anymore, does it? 

“I told Rodanthe to release you.  I told her that I could not keep a hold on you that you were not aware of.  I had been a slave my whole life, first to the Bishop, then to the Dahls.  I was not, not ever, going to keep you bound to me when it wasn’t v from your own heart. So, she released you. And then, it was as if my blood had turned to cold hard water; my heart stopped beating.  I was utterly, truly, alone.  And you felt the same way, just for a moment?” 

Din nodded. “Yes.  And I was so frightened I’d forget you again. But …” 

“You remembered me, but you didn’t ‘forget’ you loved me.  You cannot forget a feeling you never had to begin with.” 

Din felt his heart hurt again and he dropped to one knee in front of her.  “Ma’mwsh ha’laa…” 

“It was all Rodanthe’s doing.  You are concerned about me, you do not wish me ill, you feel you have a responsibility to me, but you do not love me.” Marathel’s face flushed with embarrassment, having to explain all this to him. 

Din carefully took her hand, and said quietly, “Marathel, I don’t understand at all what those Dahls did to me, to us … I know I should love you.  But I can’t remember why, or even how.  And I’m so, so, sorry.” 

He deserves so much better than me.  “If you can’t remember why or how, then … you shouldn’t, I don’t think.” She pulled her hand away from his, and tightly interlaced her fingers together. 

“Marathel …” 

More tears fell. “Can we go?” 

“Go?  Does that mean you’re leaving the hospital… coming with me?” 

Marathel shifted uncomfortably. “Well, yes. Did you think I wouldn’t?” 

“I … it was a concern of mine, yes,” said Din, mentally kicking himself for waffling again. 

“Did you bring my shoes, at least?” 

“Yes, I have your shoes.” 

Ya-Bito and Siewan poked their heads around the doorframe.  “We told her she couldn’t leave without her shoes,” said Siewan.  “And not until you said goodbye to us, Mando.”  Marathel and Din both turned to the nurses, who realized they’d interrupted something terribly important:  Mando was on one knee before her, and Marathel was in tears.  “Ooooh … shit.  Um … okay, quick goodbye, then, and we’ll leave you alone,” said Siewan, grimacing.   

Din stood, allowing the women to hug Marathel.  They wished her well, and gave her release papers as well as contact information for the both of them.  “Mando’s going to help you get your holopad set up, yes?” 

Marathel colored.  “I haven’t asked him yet ...” 

“I’ll take care of it,” said Din. 

“Good,” said Ya-Bito, and both of the nurses came up close to Din, making him take a half-step back.  “And you’re going to take care of her, fella? Treat her right?” 

Before Din could respond, Siewan said quietly, “Because we know what drugs to use.” 

Ya-Bito nodded.  “Drugs that won’t be found on an autopsy.” 

“And we know where to stick the needle.” 

“With no needle-tracks left behind.” 

“No-one would ever know.” 

Din took another half-step back, mumbling, “Yes, ma’am ...” 

The nurse both laughed.  “Oh, lighten up, Mando, we’re just kidding with you!” guffawed Siewan.  Then she dropped her chin and said, “Or are we?” the nurses said their last goodbyes, and left. 

Din felt properly chastised, and he went back to one knee to help Marathel put on her shoes, despite her protesting she was more than capable of doing it herself.  He had trouble with the left one, and she bent down to help as he lifted his head, smacking her nose into Din’s helmet with a bonk.  “I’m sorry, mesh’la,” said Din, not even realizing he had said mesh’la, and Marathel’s face colored as she realized that he was actually quite close to her and had automatically put his hand to her cheek.  “Did I hurt you?” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine ... let me just get up,” said Marathel, pushing herself to her feet.  Grogu ran over to hug her ankle with a squeal.  “I appear to have grown a Grogu again,” she said, then she bent over to pick up Grogu.  It hurt her injured shoulder, and she groaned. 

Din’s hand went to her shoulder.  “Does your shoulder still hurt?  Did you need a sling?” 

“No, it’s mostly okay, so long as I don’t wave my arms about much.  It’s okay.  I’m all right.” 

“Well, let me carry Grogu.  He’s heavy.”  Marathel reluctantly handed over Grogu once she’d peppered his fuzzy head with kisses.  “Ready to go? Are you able to walk?” 

“Yes, if I can just …” Marathel put her arm through his again, and Din felt a spark of pride, just having her on his arm.  It was if he had just met her again, as if somehow … she was a completely different woman.  He walked her through the door, to the elevators, down to the lockers, where she sat on a bench and chatted with Grogu while Din re-armed himself.  They slowly walked over the footbridge, allowing Marathel to look up and around at all the flashing lights, buildings, and decorations of the casinos all around them.  Once they’d gotten to the other side, Din noticed the women’s clothing shop where he’d met Meejil and The Great YellowHair TwatWaffle and noticed a sign saying, “CLOSED” on the door.  He wondered briefly what the story was with that while he handed Marathel into one of the droid carts. Din crowded in next to her, programmed in their destination to Mise-Tusil, and the cart zipped off to its track. 

“Aw,” pouted Marathel.  “This one isn’t as fast.” 

“You’ve ridden one?” 

Marathel nodded. “With Fennec.  We had …” the cart suddenly stopped; a pedestrian had stepped in the cart’s way.  Marathel yelped and slid in the seat, and grabbed at Din. 

 Din threw his arm around her, pulling her close against him.  “Haar’chak!  Are you all right?” 

“I’m okay!  I’m all right.” 

Din felt her body against his arm as he looked into her startled eyes, as he caught the warmth of her breath in his helmet, as he felt time stop for a moment.  I don’t love her, right?  No, I don’t.  Do I? I don’t know.  But she’s right.  If I’m not sure … then I guess … Din sighed.  “I’m sorry.” 

Marathel nodded. She smiled sadly at him and squeezed his hand.  “I’m okay.  I’m all right.”  Fake it ‘til you make it, old girl. 

The cart began moving again.  “We have… a lot… we need to talk about,” said Din. 

“Yes, we do.”  Marathel stared off in front of them.  “How many days until we get back to Tatooine?” 

“I’m not … you’re not going back to Tatooine.” 

Marathel was aghast.  “What?  Not going back … but … why?” 

Din felt like a heel, because he was not going to tell her the full truth.  “You said you hate it there.” 

“Tatooine is the only other place I know.  I’m not … I can’t … where, then?” 

“Nevarro. I bought a house …”  

Marathel quickly held her breath, thinking a house?  For us?    

Din continued, “You bought it, truthfully.  Your… bounty.  I only handled the paperwork.  It’s a small place, but it’s a good-sized patch of land.  A place where you can feel safe.  Where … you can be a recluse if you want to be.” 

No, just me, alone. 

“It’s the one place that I come back to on a regular basis.  You would be able to see Grogu.  I don’t go to Tatooine often, and … I couldn’t take you away from him.”  

Just everyone else I know.  My friends.  And Cobb.  Especially Cobb. 

“Marathel?” She turned to Din.  “Are you ... upset about the house?  Nevarro?” 

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.  Of course, I’ll follow your judgement.  Whatever you think is best.” 

Din, unconvinced, wanted to hold her hand, but was afraid to.  “So, you’re okay with my decision?” 

Marathel nodded as she stared off in front of her, biting her lip to keep it from trembling.  “I’m okay.  I’m all right.” 

Din didn’t believe her, but they remained silent until the cart stopped. 

You Were Marked: Day Thirty-Two point Five, part I ->

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Mush’s background

 

My take on how Mush became a Newsie 📰

-Mush-

i whimpered, pressing my fingers against my mouth. they came away bloody. i ran a tongue over my teeth and spat out some white pieces oh god it hurt—.

-Jack-

goddamnit it was c o l d. i shivered as i rubbed my arms. shoulda brought my fuckin jacket. 

“it better not fucking snow” i growled, glaring up at the sky. at that point i heard what sounded like someone scrabbling for a foothold. i whipped around, expecting someone other than the Eight or Nine year old boy staring wide-eyed back at me.  

he was darker skinned, with extremely curly brown hair that was matted with blood, his entire face was bloody and bruised. i blinked, startled

“hey kid, what happened to you?” i said gently. looking at him. being almost eleven i probably wasn’t much older than him. he blinked at me, hunching over in a slightly protective way.

“uh- look we gotta get you cleaned up- do you got parents?” he shook his head, watching me warily.

“okay, uhm… alright how about you come back to the newsboy lodge with me, we can patch you up there” i said, reaching out to touch his shoulder. he scrambled back, hissing. i laughed slightly

“hey, hey, i’m not gonna hurt you, i promise, i promise” i said gently “my names Jack, Jack Kelly. people call me Cowboy” i said. he continued to eye me up and down warily. 

“look, just come back to the lodge, none of us will hurt you, i promise”

— an hour later—

Race crouched in front of the boy, holding out some bread

“c’mon kid, it ain’t the best food” he laughed “but it’s food and ya look hungry” the kid just stared back at him. Race tried to hand him the bread and the boy quite literally tried to bite his hand. Race yanked his hand back, an Italian curse slipping out of his mouth. Smalls snickered.

“let me try” she offered, taking the bread from race. she crouched in front of the boy.

“hey kid, i’m Smalls- sorry if i’m talking to loud for ya, I’m a loud girl” she laughed “so uh, i ain’t sayin ya gotta eat it now, but eat the bread” she tossed the bread at him and it landed in his lap. he started and looked at the bread. Race looked at the 6/

“do you talk kid?” he asked. the boy just stared4 back at us. I crouched next to smalls

“you got a name?” the kid bared his teeth, which made us all the more aware of his teeth, which were either chipped or gone. the more i looked at him thhe more i realized how fucked uo his mouth looked. He said something softly. it wasn’t that we couldn’t hear him, we could just couldn’t understand him. i looked at smalls, she shrugged and looked at Race, who threw his hands up. 

“maybe he said is name?” one of the twins suggusted.

“prolly?” Whisper said in his raspy voice. i shrugged. 

“it sounds like total Mush!” Stone said, ruffling his own hair. Race snapped his fingers

“We ought call him Mush!” he said, gesturing to the kids bloodied face.

the kid seemed to be pressing himself more and more into the corner as we spoke. 

“honestly it’s better than Blink” the twin said. Blink made an offended noise.

“hEy!”

“you’re name dumbass not you” the twin replied. that resulted in a minor shouting match

Smalls stood up and shooed the others away.

“quit scarin’ him!” she said. i laughed and backed away. Smalls rolled her eyes and returned to the corner where she and Sniper had been sitting. I watched the boy, who just seemed to be watching all of us. 6i looked around, trying to find Whisper as he had disappeared.

—later 3rd—

Mush was now sitting on a bunk in the corner of the room. one of the older boys whose name he didn’t know had wrestled with him until he could clean off his mouth.  he touched his lip, which had a sort of numb feeling to it and felt slightly misshapen somehow. a boy poked his head down from the bunk above him and Mush started, scrambling back against the wall. the boy, who had shaggy Blond hair and an eyepatch, quirked his visible eyebrow.

“you good?” he asked. Mush just stared at him. the boy jumped down in a well-practiced motion, standing in front of Mush’s bunk. as Mush studied him he noticed the dirt on his neck, and a bruise on his arm. the boy glanced at the bread that lay untouched on the bunk

“id eat it if i was you- it won’t taste right for much longer” he said. mush just stared at him.

“uh- do you speak English?” the boy asked. Mush didn’t respond, wanting to see where this was goin. the boy spoke a few words of a harsh sounding language and waited.

“okay- do you talk at all?” the boy asked, seeming a bit frustrated. Mush shrugged. the boy seemed a little less irritated now.

“okay… oh!” he said “are you not eating cause your mouth hurts?”

mush shrugged, looking down. 

“i’m Blink by the way. and don’t worry about these guys- they’re nice, they won’t hurt ya” mush looked up at the boy- Blink. Blink laughed slightly “and it ain’t so bad here yknow- and i get if it’s a little scary or overwhelming at first but these guys really aren’t that bad” mush tentatively picked up the bread, breaking off a tiny piece. Blink nodded and mush didn’t seem convinced.

“would it help if i ate some? to show you it’s safe to eat?” Blink offered. Mush nodded and blink broke a piece off,  hewing and swallowing the bread. 

“all good- a lil stale though” he laughed a bit. mush ate some of the bread and Blink climbed back up to his bunk. 

[thoselethalarts]

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 - 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

(R) School Uniform: “It Doesn’t Matter in the Long Run.”

(NRC: Homeroom Class 3-C)

Marcus: Snzz... snzzz...

Trein: ...Tomford. Tomford!

Marcus: Snzzz.... zzz.......

(Lucius leaps out from Trein's arms and bounds across the room, perching up on Marcus's desk.)

Lucius: Mrooaaarrrr.

(Lucius smacks his paw against Marcus's face)

Marcus: Snrk-! Wh-wha?

Trein: That's twice now you've fallen asleep in my class today, Tomford. I'll have a word with you after class about this. Now sit up and pay attention.

Marcus: O-Oh... Right. Sorry, sir. (yaaawn)

(Later...)

Trein: Marcus, this behavior of yours is completely unacceptable in an academic setting. Nearly every day I look over and see you asleep at your desk, and this has been a problem for the last three years. Trein: Your schoolwork is commendable, but it's clear in your writing that you're still struggling to grasp numerous core concepts, and it's no doubt in part due to your constant sleeping through my lectures. Trein: I do not want to report you for academic probation, but if this continues I will have no choice. Am I making myself clear?

Marcus: Yes- yes sir. You're being perfectly clear. Marcus: (Sigh) Look, I… I know it probably doesn't mean much to hear, but I really don't mean to keep falling asleep in your classes, I swear. Marcus: I have... problems. Specifically with nightmares.

Trein: Nightmares?

Marcus: Yeah. It sounds stupid, but that's all it is. Marcus: I've always had problems falling asleep at night but staying asleep is hard too because of the nightmares. I’ve been dealing with since I was really young. Marcus: I don't really get a lot of good sleep most days and it makes me so tired that I'll just... doze off wherever. I don't really have control over it.

Trein: Hm. You and one of my second years have similar sleeping problems, it seems. Trein: Though his case is a bit more obtuse... at least you have a known reason for your exhaustion. Trein: In any case, I still cannot simply allow you to use my class as a rest period. That is simply out of the question. Trein: Have you spoken to the nurse’s office about these complications? Perhaps they could arrange for you to get accommodations.

Marcus: Er- Well no, but I don't know that they'll-

Trein: Let me rephrase. Speaking to them is your only real option, Marcus. Trein: Your options here are either you take initiative to fix your sleeping conditions, request the accommodations needed for additional study time, or I'll have to file for your academic probation. Trein: As an instructor I can only do so much on my end. It’s up to you to get the help you need. I cannot be your guardian. Understood?

Marcus: ...Yes sir.

Trein: Good. You're dismissed. Trein: Should you take the time to visit the nurse I'll be looking forward to receiving your paperwork.

Marcus: Yes sir.

(Marcus leaves Trein's classroom and enters the main hall)

Marcus: ...Whatever. Outcome's gonna be the same no matter what I do cuz the cause is unavoidable.

(Footsteps approach Marcus from down the hall)

Matt: There ya are, Mark! Figured maybe you'd ran off t' the bathroom 'fore I got here. Matt: Where you been? I was wonderin’ what was keepin’ ya for so long.

Marcus: Yeah, Trein kept me after to chew me out for falling asleep in class. Again.

Matt: Again? Man, you'd think he'da given up on that by now. Matt: Sucks! Guess that means you're gonna have'ta start gettin' better ‘bout that, buddy.

Marcus: …...

Matt: …... (smiles)

Marcus: You're a jackass, you know that right?

Matt: Hmm?

Marcus: “You gotta get better ‘bout that, buddy~” Says the one that’s the cause of me having sleeping problems in the first place.

Matt: Whaaaat~? I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about~

Marcus: Uh huh. Suuuure you don’t. Marcus: Sigh... look, maybe we can tone it down a few notches at night from here on out? At least until we’re outta here and back home again? Marcus: I really don’t wanna get in trouble for something as stupid as falling asleep in class again. Like, I know it doesn’t matter in the long run but I’d at least like to try to be a good student while I’m here.

Matt: I dunno~ I guess I’ll consider it~

Marcus: I’d really appreciate it. Marcus: Ugh… what a miserable start to my day.

/ End

[sonicasura]

Getting To Know Yourself

Circle Of Conquest, Lower Echelon

Docter Helix Helix House

Dr. Helix: Alright then, the Brighten Blue Eye is ready. Toilen do you have that Special Panacea ready?

Toilen: Primed and ready Dr. Helix, and the Ripple Drops are clean.

Dr. Helix: Good, Good, now with everything in place, are you ready for the check-up Kafka?

Kafka who simply sat in a wooden chair gave a simple " Ya Doc" as the duo began to give the check-up

Kafka didn't think his day would end up with him getting a check-up by a Monster in another world but here he was. Hell it wasn't even his idea it was Psaro who brought up the idea of getting a check-up on his body too see if anything changed with transforming into a Kaiju. In all honesty Kafka didn't give it much thought that something could be wrong or off with his body after the transformation, he was just focused on learning how to control his Kaiju transformation, not seeing if he had gained sharper teeth or something.

After that suggestion, Kafka was immediately worried that something may have changed, though unfortunately sceduling a Docter's appointment any saying " I turned into a Kaiju a couple months ago and I want a check-up, Thank You" wasn't exactly an option. Thankfully Psaro came to his aid again and said that Docter Helix Helix could give him a check-up and see if anything was wrong. Kafka of course agreed and headed to the genius scientist immediately with Psaro intow.

Getting there was easy and Kafka was delighted to see Toilen there also. As after the Trio's adventure he had gone to Docter Helix to hopefully become their apprentice, and after a lot of convincing and an apology about knicking some of the Sands Of Time, Doc. Helix took Toilen in as their Protege.

From what Kafka could tell everything was going great for Doc. Helix and Toilen, ( Doc. Helix would agree as he very much enjoyed having Toilen around the Lab, but you didn't hear that from me)

Anyway the check-up was under way, and Docter Helix immediately went too the most important information he could get. First starting off with an X-Ray by using a special Brighten Blue Eye, then a blood sample from both his human and kaiju form. A check-up on his muscles and nerves, along with questions about his dietary habits, along with a lot more tests that were ran ( I'm sorry but human biology is not my strong suit, so that's all I got for that)

About an hour later all the tests were done, and in that time Psaro had returned as they needed to step out and gather some reports about the current restoration progress of Nadiria ( Kafka sometimes forgot that Psaro was basically a King now) and had brought along Rose who had gotten back from Caprice's Middle Echelon where they were building new Village for Monsters to live in. It was nice really nice to see the trio again after such a long goodbye.

Docter Helix: Alright, that is everything, all the results and photos have been collected.

Psaro: Thank you for the help Docter Helix, I'm truly grateful for your help.

Docter Helix: Your Gratitude is welcomed, but I honestly wanted to do an eximation of Kafka for awhile after I heard of this Kaiju form and I must say the results are fascinating * Bring up a couple photos* Now lets get down to brass tacks here. Kafka I am sorry in advance if this comes off as brash, gently going into major news was never a stong suit of mine. Now first off, we should go over your heart or lack there of.

Everyone:.....WHATTTT!?!?!?

Docter Helix: Yes it seems you no longer have a human heart * brings up X-Ray photo* instead there seems to be some sort of orb in lue of a human heart in your chest.

Kafka: O-O-OR-ORB!?!? Wait do you mean to say that my heart has become a Kaiju core.

Docter Helix: Is that what there called? Well then yes, your heart has become a Kaiju core. In all honesty I'm not surprised that your heart went under such a massive change..... I already see the confussion on all your faces so let me explain a bit. What your body can do now with transforming into a Kaiju is absolutely incredible, however those things take a great toll on the body and a human heart could never handle that kind of exertion forced onto it. The heart would give out very quickly from all the stress of trying to maintain proper blood flow and oxygen levels. So your body had to make the change in order for you to not only survive but thrive.

Rose: Th-That is incredible, too think that transformation modified his very heart to make it work for his body.

Docter Helix: Yes, though there is a couple other major things to go through. As the tests confirmed a suspsion of mine. That I am all but positive that you are actually no longer human, but a full fledged Kaiju.

Kafka.Exe has blue screened

Docter Helix: Now before anyone loses there mind, this is not a bad thing. Kafka is still very healthy and there have been no degenerative ailments that were shown. Now to answer how I know he is no longer human. Well the two blood samples I took from his human form and Kaiju form, should show the genetic differences between the two forms however it shows the Kaiju genetics in both blood samples. This led me to more closely examin the bllod samples which made me realize that the human blood is simple morphed kaiju blood. That combined with your heart being replaced has led me to this conculsion.

The information that Docter Helix Helix gave had really shakken. Thankfully he had Psaro, Rose, amd Toilen there to help cheer him up. This went on for a bit before Doc. Helix coughed to get everyones attention for the final bit of important information.

Docter Helix: Now I see this has shakken you, but don't worry the changes don't threaten your wellfare and you just need to adept to this new body, easier said then done I know, but in the brief time I known you, you don't let anything keep you down. Now before you go there is one more critical piece of information to share. Your are starting to become malnourished.

Kafka: Huh? How I eat a lot everyday, and I even been keeping a healthy weight. I haven't been starving myself or anything like that.

Docter Helix: Well your weight would be healthy if you were still human, but your a Kaiju now. You burn through fats and calories incredibly fast now. Your body demands more food to keep itself at full physical strength. Three human sized meals can't hope to satisfy a Gigantes and the same goes for you. You are going to have too double, no triple your meals and there size to keep up with your bodies hunger. You may not have been paying attention, but I'm sure you still felt extremely hungry after each meal. You can't ignore your stomach Kafka, your health and strength a dependent on it now, more than ever. Toilen please hand him the panacea, Kafka eat this, it will help recover some of your strength.

Toilen: Got it, here ya go Kafka * Hands over the panacea*

Kafka: * Eats the panacea* Wow thanks, feel a bit more energized now. Also Ya, now that you mentioned it I have been feeling more hungry as of late, but I just chalked it up to the changes I made to my diet, you know a medium burger instead of a large stuff like that. Though now that I know that, it seems I have take seriously up my food intake now if I want to succed.

Docter Helix: Good, you understand, now * writes something on a piece of paper* may I suggest some Heavyweight Boxer's Broth or how about some Hubble Bubble and Shriek, both are good options for a big meal.

This check-up definitely served up a full course meal of results

Ok, so I hope everything made sense, I used a lot from the post about the theory of Kafka's condition, so thanks to that post for the idea. Anything to change or add?

I tried but again I'm no good at biology or medical sciences

Kafka definitely has some thinking to do since he never expected he became an actual Kaiju. Though the man won't dwell on it after he remembers how insane his life already is. What's more crazy than being the foster father of a cambion king to an entire monster civilization?

Although man better hope no monster eavesdropped on his examination, specifically when he went kaiju. News travels pretty fast even in Nadiria and his kaiju form will be seen very pleasing to the inhuman eye. Rosehill Tower about to get love letters alongside all kinds of invites addressed to Kafka. XD

[aarontaylorjohnscn]

𝙨𝙢𝙨 ⇢ 𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

joey: aaron! it has been a while, i miss hanging out with you. i apologize, after those rumors about us i thought it best to back off. joey: i've been....well, i wouldn't say great but. lol. how have you been? what's new for you? joey: we should! we're so much fun and people would enjoy another movie with us together. we should write it ourselves. aaron: miss hanging with you as well, joey. there was no need to back off. tabloids will do anything to sell a story and the woman i'm engaged to is very secure in our relationship, as am i. and we just got a chuckle from it and moved on. sorry they dragged you into it. never fun seeing those kind of articles when it was clearly a platonic relationship between us. men and women can't just be friends these days apparently. aaron: sorry to hear that things haven't been the greatest as of lately, they'll turn around. i know it. if you need some amazing baby snuggles to help with things...collins and lennon will be happy to assist there. or if you need some girl time romy and wylda will be happy to help out. just living the dad and fiance life as of late. been going great. aaron: let's freakin' do it! got some time on my hands where some brainstorming can take place.

[nolanhollogay]

Person A knowing if they say "Would you do it for me?" will make Person B do something so fast.

edgar using his 🥺 face for evil he's so real

+

"I don't know what you want me to do, he's said no like five times now," Pope said, sending Nova an unimpressed look. He was sitting with her and Mikey, the three of them at the kitchen table, heads close together like they are talking about something top secret.

"He's said no to me and Mikey. But if you ask, he'll probably say yes," Nova argued.

Edgar stood next to the table, clearing his throat to get their attention. "What are we talking about?" he asked. He'd just finished the morning church service and walked to The Chateau. To his disappointment, he didn't see JJ anywhere, but at least the rest of his friends were here.

Mikey lit up when he saw him. "Oh, let's have Eddie do it. JJ never says no to him."

Nova didn't look convinced. "Why would you want Church Boy to ask? He's not gonna believe him."

Mikey sent her a dirty look. "Be nice to him. And he's got those doe eyes, JJ is literally incapable of saying no when Edgar looks at him. Honestly, even I find it kind of hard."

Pope nodded. "Me too."

"Can someone please explain to me what's going on?" Edgar asked, frowning at them. He hated that they were talking about him like he wasn't there.

Pope sent him an apologetic smile. "We're trying to get JJ to get his cousin to give us some, uh, stuff for a party tonight."

Edgar frowned even harder. "Do you mean drugs? I'm not asking him to get drugs. Especially if he doesn't want to."

"See!" Nova said. "He's no fun! I don't know why you even tried to get him involved."

Edgar narrowed his eyes at her. "Can you at least talk to me if you're going to insult me?"

She sighed. "Sorry. But I'm just saying. You're.. Church Boy."

Edgar was getting sick of hearing that. Was sick of people like Nova thinking he was boring and uninteresting because he didn't spend his weekends getting so drunk he couldn't stand.

"Fine, I'll ask him," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Seriously?" the three of them said in sync.

He nodded. "But you have to stop calling me Church Boy. I have a name. Use it."

"Got it boss," Mikey said. "He's out back with John B, looking at The Twinkie. Tell John B to come inside, so he can tell us what to get." He sent Edgar a wink as he walked to the backdoor.

As expected, John B and JJ were under the hood of The Twinkie, bickering about something.

"Hi," Edgar said, catching their attention. JJ smiled as soon as he saw him.

"Hey," John B said, nodding at him.

Edgar sent him a nod in return. "Mikey needs you inside." He earned a confused look in response but John B went inside all the same.

He waited thirty seconds and then ran over to JJ, greeting him with a shoulder bump.

"Hey, I'd give ya a hug, but," JJ raised his grease covered hands, wiggling his fingers.

Edgar glanced back over his shoulder, making sure no one was looking at the window, watching them and pushed himself up on his toes to kiss his cheek.

"How was church?" JJ asked, bending down to inspect the engine to hide his smile.

Edgar watched his hands with rapt attention, even though he had no clue what he was doing. "It was good. Hot because the A/C went out again," JJ sent him a look." My mom already called a guy so don't complain about me not telling you till now."

"You already have a guy. I'm your guy," he grumbled.

"You don't know anything about air conditioners."

"I could figure it out!"

Edgar laughed. "I'm sure you could, naranjita." JJ rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "I have a question, by the way."

"Sup?"

"Will you ask your cousin to get stuff for the party tonight?" he asked, folding his hand in front of himself.

JJ stopped looking at the car and popped his head out, jaw set in annoyance. "Did they seriously tell you to ask me?"

Edgar shook his head. "I'm asking for me." JJ raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Not for the drugs or whatever. But so they stop thinking I'm some kind of holier than thou loser."

JJ scoffed. "Fuck what they think. They don't know you."

Edgar sent him a smile. "But I want them to. I want them to like me. I don't want them to keep thinking of me as Church Boy."

"You shouldn't have to go against your morals to get someone to like you," he complained.

Edgar shook his head. "I'm not. I'm not gonna drink or do drugs or whatever so they think I'm cool. They'll just appreciate me at least a little if I ask. Even if he says no, could you ask for me? Pretty please?"

He sent him his best puppy dog eyes and watched in real time as his resolve crumpled. "Fuck, fine. Don't look at me like that."

Edgar grinned, kissing his cheek again.

JJ playfully groaned. "Go away. Stop being so cute before I get grease all over you."

Edgar laughed, stepping away to go inside.

"He said he'll ask," he announced as everyone looked at him expectantly.

The room erupted into cheers and he grinned.

[hayylog]

you didn't like his gift.

Warning: pnv,blowjob, language,domchris,handjob,backshots

It all started when you guys were at the mall,after a few hours he said"go wait in the car I have a surprise for you!"you were excited so you said ok and went to the car and waited around 10 minutes later he came out with a bag in his hand walking towards the car,he got in and gave you it."aww thank you babe"you opened it up and you saw a watch,It costed around $20.

it was cute but it wasn't what you were expecting,"what is this?"you said"it's a watch!do you like it?"you obviously knew what it was you were just disappointed"uhmmm"you didn't know what to say,"oh"he said sadly.

"I thought you would like it."you obviously didn't, it look like it was from the 1960s"I dont"you muttered out, you set the bag down on the car floor,Chris looked disappointed but you can tell he had something in mind.

he drove off and the whole drive home was awkward, it was silent,it was only the sound of the car, nothing else.as soon as they got home Chris pushes you into the bedroom wall"what the fuck chr-""shut the fuck up"he threw you on the bed and took off your clothes.

"Chris what the fuck dude?"you were shocked,"this is what you get if you don't like my fucking gift yn"he took off all your clothes and unzipped his pants and took off his boxers,his dick was big and hard,it look unreal.

he flipped you onto your stomach lifting your butt up a little so he can put it in,he teased you clit and entrance,you mouned,he slid in his cock slow at first but he went faster and faster every second.

"o-oh my g-god Chris."you try to move but he stops you"don't fucking move"you clenched around his dick, you weren't going to cum,but you wanted to milk him to the core.

he grunted loud,you can feel his pre cum inside you already, you could tell he was enjoying it,but you were so overwhelmed.

"Chris this is too much"you said while mouning,"take it slut"he reached around to rub your clit.

"C-chris-Christopher"you yelped,you can tell he was close,he was breathing so heavy I thought he was going to faint,he flipped you over on your back lifting your leg on his shoulders so he can get deeper in you.

You were so overwhelmed,but it felt so good you can feel everything vain in his dick,and soon enough,he squirted warm cum inside you.

He pulled out right after and walked over to get his clothes and put them back on,"Chris."you said desperate for more,"Chris I need you"you said,"no,bad girls don't get to cum,now go put your fucking panties on"he says, looking down at the floor.

"Yn?"he said,you spaced out so you didn't hear him"yn you good?"he waved his hand in front of your face,"hm ya.""yn are you ok?"you weren't,you hurted a lot after that.

"ya.."he could see something was wrong "yn I'm sorry""kk" you didn't even care.

You try to get up from the bed but you fall to the floor,"yn are you ok?!""ow,I cant stand""I can see"he lifts you up on the bed"I wanna suck your dick"you said boldly "what?,after all that?"he said.

"yes..""do it."you got on your knees,and you pulled down his pants/boxers,you stroked it first,his head fell back in pleasure.

Part 2?

Also sorry for typos,and I'm newww!❤️

[maggotclangen]

Moon 7: Leaf-Fall

Moon 7: Leaf-Fall

“And this is what we like to call The Den of Wrens! A lot of them nest specifically in this part of the forest!”

“Woah!”

Both mentor and apprentice were buzzing with excitement. Bravepaw had finally been made an apprentice. And, much to everyone’s shock, was given to Eveningbriar to train. Eveningbriar guessed it was to help improve her self-confidence.

“I’ll have to keep this place in mind. Cavepaw said he absolutely loved wren!”

Eveningbriar freezes in her tracks. “C-C-C-Cavepaw!?”

“Yep! He gets so excited when Warmstar brings one back!”

“Brave, change of plans! Let’s hunt as many wrens as we can!”

“What? But Warmstar said-”

“Yes, yes, we can get you familiar territory later, right now, hunting! Besides, don’t you think Warmstar will be super impressed if you catch something on your first day?”

This gives Bravepaw pause. “Yeah… Yeah! I’m going to be the best apprentice ever!”

Eveningbriar grins. She gives the younger cat an impromptu lesson in bird hunting and soon enough catches a bird!

“I did it! I did it! I’m gonna show this to Warmstar!”

“But first we’ll show it to Cavepaw!”

Meanwhile…

“What.”

“The.”

“Stars.”

The patrol didn’t quite know what they were looking at. They went to check a poorly maintained part of the territory to find a well-lived in badger den. But not by a badger. Definitely not by a badger. Herbs were set off on flat rocks to dry, prey was hidden behind a bush, and the scent of cat flooded the place. A neutral scent. Probably a loner.

“How long do you think they’ve been living here?” Yelloweyes asks, sticking his head down the den.

“Probably moons from the look of it…” Velvetdream replies, sniffing at the prey.

Warmstar is much more concerned about the herbs. “Seems like they’re a skilled herbalist. Most loners don’t know how to use herbs, let alone that drying them makes them last longer…”

A hiss and a yowl rings out though the clearing, and Warmstar whips his head around to see Velvetdream pinned under a calico she-cat.

“Nobody move or the she-cat gets-”

The calico is cut off as Velvetdream flips her off with her back legs, Yelloweyes rushing to pin the hostile cat down.

“Who are you!?” he hisses.

“I should be askin’ you! Rifling through my home, what’re ya? A bunch of rogues? Or some kittypets playing bad cats?”

“She has a point…” Velvetdream murmurs.

Warmstar steps forward. “Listen, we do not want to harm you or your home. I’m sure this is all one big misunderstanding. Can we release you without being afraid you might attack us or make a run for it?”

The she-cat scowls before nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

Warmstar nods at Yelloweyes who gets off the she-cat, still tense.

“Now, how about some introductions?” Warmstar offers. “I’m Warmstar, that’s my deputy Velvetdream, and my warrior Yelloweyes. We’re from MaggotClan. Who are you?”

“Huh? So yer clan cats. Can’t say I ever heard o’ that clan before though. Name’s Primrose, daughter of Canary.”

“Daughter of… oh, I see, I’ve heard of you guys!” Velvetdream turns to her clanmates. “She’s part of a traveling healer colony, they all introduce themselves with their mother’s name, I heard about them in a story.” she explains. 

“Heh, you know yer stuff.” Primrose confirms, impressed. “And I used to be a traveler, had to give it a rest.”

“Why?” Warmstar asks.

The she-cat raises a red, furless paw. “Got frostbite on my paw. Couldn’t keep up with the walking no more.”

Warmstar nods. “I see. And how long have you been here?”

“Almost two leaf-bares now.” she replies.

The patrol goes wide-eyed. “Two leaf-bares!?” Yelloweyes exclaims. “We haven’t even been here for one!”

“I’m sorry, we just made a clan a few moons back and you’re kinda in our territory. We won’t ask you to move as that’s not fair to you, but maybe we can come up with some deal?” Warmstar explains.

“Hm, a clan… Well, I’m gonna be honest with ya, I’m in a rough patch. I ain’t too good at huntin’ or defendin’ myself, courtesy of this paw o’ mine. So how ‘bout we strike a deal?” she suggests. “I’ll be one o’ yer healers in exchange fer someone to hunt for me.”

Warmstar thinks for a moment before speaking. “That can be arranged.”

***

Events

Bravepaw becomes an apprentice and is apprenticed to Eveningbriar!

Eveningbriar realizes their heart always flutters when they think of Cavepaw!

Primrose joins the clan!

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Characters

Warmstar: Medium-furred light brown tabby tom with violet eyes and a reddish-brown paw print on his forehead | 18 moons | Leader (9 lives) | Charismatic | Good Decorator | Cis!Male (he/him) | Aroace

Velvetdream: Medium-furred light brown she-cat with copper eyes | 16 moons | Deputy | Reserved | Dog-Whisperer & Masterful Storyteller | Trans!Fem (she/her) | Lesbian

Primrose: Medium-furred cream & black calico she-cat with pale green eyes and a frostbitten paw | 66 moons | Healer | Shameless | Incredibly Clever| Cis!Fem (she/her) | Aroace

Cavepaw: Medium-furred unusually spotted gray tom with cyan eyes | 13 moons | Healer App. | Bouncy | Incredibly Knowledgeable| Cis!Male (he/him) | Bi

Yelloweyes: Medium-furred speckled dark brown and white tom with yellow eyes and a scar at the base of his tail| 16 moons | Warrior | Ambitious | Fast Runner | Cis!Male (he/him) | Gay

Eveningbriar: Medium-furred black/Golden-brown mottled she-cat with gray eyes| 13 moons | Warrior | Insecure | Great Singer | Cis!Fem (she/her) | Pan

Bravepaw: Short-furred brown smoke she-cat with dark blue eyes | 6 moons | Warrior App. | Spontaneous | Steps Lightly & Interested in Clan History | Cis!Fem (she/her) | Straight

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