#Galaxy Watch 5 offer

[evilminji]

God you know what would be FUNNY af? More "I already YOLO'd, fuckers. I see no God here but me an my new buddy The Force" SI-OC?

There's... there is the Fuckin FORCE NEXUS. Just? RIGHT THERE? Reality HAS to get unimaginably FUCKY and melty at the seams, around it? Horrific for people would HAVENT been through the Souls Car Wash as it were... but, like?

Eh. Tingly.

Feels a bit like being dead. She can taste the abstract concept of philosophical debate and the first strands of dawn. Air smells a bit purple. This is fiiiine. She and the Force are HANGING! You LITERALLY could not be closer to it outside of shrugging off your meat suit!

Aaaaay, BESTIE! She brought better meditation cushions and a swiffer. It is DUSTY down here! So~ how things? Any dead people wanna chat? Wanna watch a sunrise on a planet that stopped existing eons ago, literal galaxies away? Oh hey! Thanks for the space rock. It blurbles ominously.

Just? Yes. TECHNICALLY. "All things are possible in the Force".

But just because a NUCLEAR REACTION IS POSSIBLE? Doesn't mean it's a great idea to SIT NEXT TO IT. Child! P-Please! Back away from the thing we LITERALLY BUILT A TEMPLE TO CONTAIN.

ALL absolutes are harmful.

Yes. Even "good", even "helpful", even the "light". They as JEDI know this. Unlike SITH, they? Are not so foolish as to believe ANYONE can channel or harness a NEXUS. Absolute GOOD will kill you just as surely as Absolute evil. Do not loose yourself. And for the love of all that's precious?

Don't! Poke! Force! Anomalies!!!

Again... meh. What's the worst that'll happen? She DIES? Is LOST? Oh noooo. Not RETURNING to the Force! AGAIN! Peacefully avoiding the horrors to come! That would be AWFUL! *continues to gossip with the nexus*

Of course, this? This is fucking horrifying.

That is a youngling! Next to the ACTIVE FORCE NUKE.

Dear FUCK every moment the child sits there? It could be SCRAMBLING HER DNA for FUNSIES! But it ALSO feels like hundreds of jet engines in their head! T-they can't?! Get close enough? To grab her? Hold ON small breakable child! Help is COMING!

SOME ONE GET THE COUNCIL. NOW.

No we DO NOT care what they were doing! Baby! IN DANGER! This is clearly a priority! (And I mean? Shit... you right. They'll be there in 5)

Force maybe be "clouded"? But a cloud, dense enough? Is just a body of water suspended. And the NEXUS? Is like SWIMMING. A flood. The Force COULD NOT be clearer there. It's deafening, consuming, one might even say... less then subtle.

Yoda probably does the OPPOSITE of something helpful and just... plops on down next to her. Accepts the offered snack she holds out. Asks casually why she down here. Just two bros, a Grandmaster and Crecheling, two completely equal Jedi in the eyes of the Force, sitting watching the Pretty Colors at the edge of a reverse Black Hole.

Master Yoda, NO!

What? Did they expect him to use force? By the ear, drag this youngling, perhaps? Hmmm? How would that fix anything. The child would simply return. Stopping her ONCE will not address your concerns. There must be a dialog. You must be heard. Your fears laid to rest. The youngling must UNDERSTAND. Teachable moment!

The various knights, masters, CRECHE MASTERS and Council members? Do? NOT AGREE. Ha ha. Oh Force. Baby in a radioactive, currently inactive, meat grinder! Heart palpitations! Can't EVEN RELEASE THEIR FEAR INTO THE FORCE! Because it'll JUST SPIT RIGHT BACK INTO THEIR FACE.

.....OC would like these people to stop crashing her hangout. But is refusing to STOP her hang out, now, mostly out of spite. Well... that, AND? It's actually pretty great that most of the Order? Is getting LITERALLY FORCE BASTED CLEAN?

Like getting your soul pressure washed.

BEGONE Darksider gunk!

Does it leave you feeling a lil woozy and hyper-aware? Overly sensitive? Headache-y like a motherfucker? Yeah. But that's the crude matter, my gender non specific dudes. The Nexus has always been more of a "oh shit! We're losing um! CLEAR!" Sort of measure, then a "you should take this rigorous round of medicine and then meditate" Sort of measure.

Not that it's WISE. It's just as likely to eat folks. Just... straight skip the suffering their redemption arch might cause others and? Yoink! Straight back to the Force with you. After all? Other people are not here for YOUR life lessons. Their pain is not a gift to YOU. A debt YOU are owed.

Speaking of? Someone should check on Skywalker. He's looking a little shaken back there. (The Void was BRIGHT and it looked BACK. He is... NOT OKAY) (but also? Feels cleaner? Lighter? He thinks he just met his Dad. Spoke to his Mom.)

Obviously? Hella grounded. UNBELIEVABLY grounded. The entire temple is down and out with the worse case of Force Strain anyone can REMEMBER. The senate will have to send someone else.

......what do you MEAN you have "no one else"? They distinctly remember there being other offices. They are a religious organization. Not nearly as large as they once were. You are THE GOVERMENT. When a planet, in need, requests assistance? Why are you handing it to an EXTERNAL RELIGIOUS ORGANIZATION?

Yes, OF COURSE we want to help! But unfortunately we literally CAN NOT right now! There was an INCIDENT! Are you telling us that this whole system was one cold away from COLLAPSE?! (Local eavesdropping reporters go :3c owo? Whats this? Paycheck~☆???)

And, yes. Yes it WAS. Centuries of Sith meddling and common greed. Cut the funds to line my pockets! The Jedi will handle it. They Jedi ALWAYS handle it. If they can't, we'll just blame them. They show up first. Sometimes are the only ones to show up. Are a face for people to latch on too. Someone recognizable to get angry at, in our hurt.

But.... suddenly? Not there! And they're telling us? The NEXT step? In their Very Worried For Us, Full Of Genuine Sympathy And Concern Way? Is the Goverment. Specific offices. Makes sense. They even try to help, while looking like death warmed over. No, no! We get you can't come. Go rest! People need you!

No, they keep insisting. I can HELP! Please let me help! You're suffering. This isn't RIGHT. You don't deserve this! Are you safe? Is your family okay? I can talk to some people I know... maybe?

Then you turn around? And get automated rejection after rejection from the GOVERMENT YOU SERVE. Pay your taxes too. Bleed for. As your people are DYING. Afraid. Begging for help, that? APPARENTLY the senate is too busy throwing GALAS to send!

The Jedi is actually crying on the other line. Arguing with a healer off screen that they don't faint THAT much! They can take a pilot droid! Your people NEED HELP! Please! They have to do SOMETHING! They can't just SIT THERE! Please don't make them sit there!

The healer is telling them if they don't bring their heart rate down, they may pass out again. Breathe. Give them the comm.

You watch the Jedi literally fight to keep it. Lose, too dizzy to win.

The healer looks sympathetic but resolute. Your people's doctors are much the same. Your SISTER-IN-LAW much the same. You ask that he not be allowed to contact you until he is well. You are not incompetent, after all. Your people will survive.

The Force is with you... but the Senate is not.

This? You will REMEMBER.

Discontent grows. But NOT, as Palpatine was trying to cultivate it, towards the Jedi. They? Are in crisis. Still holding strong, yes, but clearly DEALING with something. Some... weird... mystic cult illness. It's literally BAD enough that "Force Sensitive" (you know, the kinda creepy weirdos?) cultures and peoples are offering to send various doctor equivalents!

And the Jedi! The JEDI!!!? Infamously "oh, it's only a gushing flesh wound, I'm fiiiine!" Weirdo Space Monks? Yeah, they're saying YES. Please DO, actually. Admitting to NEEDING HELP.

...........guys?

A-Are the Jedi DYING? D:>

Suddenly everyone's remembering all those times? Jedi helped THEIR planet. Possibly DIED for them. Statistically? Over the centuries? There is not a SINGLE ONE of them that hasn't needed help at LEAST once. Gotten SOME Jedi's help. Maybe it was centuries back. Maybe decades. Possibly last year. But? The Holonet is FOREVER.

Videos still exsist. Voices long dead. Wry jokes and hoisting younglings up on their shoulders. Attentively listening to elders as they talk about their youth. Protection and respect. A face not so different from their own. Laughter and light, preserved forever.

The Jedi are in family holos.

Here, with grandma. See? He saved her from slavers! And there. Sitting with the family after The Great Collapse. Over here, rocking great-uncle Nox as a baby! On and on. Flooding the net. Private collections no one thought were relevant until now. It's not like anyone ASKED. It was JUST a FAMILY story.

Those little acts of kindness. Those humanizing bits of light. Jedi, throughout our history. Everywhere. Absolutely everwhere... until they weren't.

Until... slowly... they started to fade.

People, making timeliness, making collections? Notice. Huh. Look at that decline. Is that just them? Are they seeing things? Guys! Tell me what you see....

All while OC? Is sitting by the Nexus. Breathing in some NICE tea steam, in her comfy lil meditation nook, smacking the FUCK out of Palpatine's grasping lil claws as it reaches for the Nexus. BEGONE you malicious THOT! This is a benevolent thot only space! That's why Master's Vox and Kenobi can stay. (Ha!/CHILD!?!)

OC works as a legit filter.

The Nexus? Spews, by its nature, the Force in CONCENTRATED amounts, out into the universe. Like a high pressure water spout. Feeding into a lake. There are drains. People use it, move it, muddy the waters. But the NEXUS? Is where the unfiltered stuff comes back through, after it's been recycled.

Part of the endless loop. There are, of course, many Nexus. The Universe is large. One Nexus alone would never be able to cover it all. But Coruscant? The surrounding area? That's THIS Nexus. And Palpatine wants it BAD.

Because EVERYONE is part of the Force. Sensitive or not. ALL LIVING THINGS have midi-chlorians. They're just generally drawn to sentience. Are the universe in symbiosis with itself. Being near a Nexus tend to make them vibrate. Start to multiple. Not great for the body they're IN. Fascinating though.

......wait, where was she.... >.> oh! Right!

Whole ecumenopolis? Already has a LOT of suffering. Lot of stagnant pools of Darksider rot. The senate isn't helping. But? The Nexus IS helping. By blasting clean, fresh, hope and NEW! Through the heart of it all. Anyone who wanders close enough to the Temple? Gets cleaned off.

Feels hope. Sees a brighter future worth fighting for. Gets that much needed nudge from the Force, towards a better path.

Obviously, Palpatine hates that. Wants to flip it. To bad decisions and hopelessness. Bow your head and know your place. Well? FUCK 'IM. She's the guard of the Nexus. SHE'S sitting right in from of it! He may have fucked up rituals? But SHE can literally reach her arm out, INTO IT, and drag the darkness free.

Talk to Master's through time. The Force directly. Be a concept and a bird, right angles and starlight, here and then and The Force.

What are YOU, Sheev Palpatine? But a miserably hateful little creature.

A vile, angry little man.

The Jedi? Have probably already adjusted by now. Master Fae, Master Antilles, Youngling OC. Yeah... it be like that sometimes. You get Weird Jedi every so often. Just look at Yoda and Yaddle. The various wandering Jedi. That one guy they're preeeeeety sure? Might just be? Meditating out in a swamp somewhere? He might be dead. No one's sure. Still a jedi, though!

Look, you get like... 99 put of 100 vaguely normal Jedi to one Weird one, and 1 REALLY weird one out every... no one can actually agree? Inconclusive. Have a fruit bun. Nod and smile. The Force works in mysterious ways....

And SPEAKING of "we are a wrecking ball in a rice paper world" Master Fae/Antilles duo? Very sensitive to the Force. Go where it sends them. Did.... NOT expect to get a holocall? By means of FORCE NEXUS?? From an ACTUAL YOUNGLING?

.....ngl. this one's new.

Kamino it is.

(OC wants to make Palpatine CRY. Fight me, you FUCK, says the actual child. No one knows why this Jedi child hates the Naboolian senator specifically, but it... is REALLY effecting his Affable Grandfatherly Vibes.)

(Fucking GOOD.)

[jymwahuwu]

Heyo, back again with another request 👋😊. Can I request a yandere Dan Feng x dragon Reader smut request/ reader x Bailu (platonic mother-Daughter)/ Yinxing x reader (platonic like a big brother-little sister relationship)

It goes like this, Reader darling is a moon dragon from another universe (I got back on my fairy tail beat, but she’s a gentle type) and was under the care of Yinxing who she bond with as family. One day he invited her out to meet his friends he was getting together with. At the meeting, She meet his friends, one of his friends, the high elder imbibitor lunae, Dan Feng, was smitten with her and that there was another dragon from a different universe from his.

He became possessed of her and wanted to keep her by his side, despite her small protests which she gave up on. Dan Feng wanted to make sure his mate stays with him forever and thought of a plan to make her stay is by making her bear his offspring. He knew he was at a disadvantage but remember the transmutation arcanum and Yinxing mentioning his darling fertility inducement ability to undo an infertility and sterile species.

Dan Feng put his plan to action when he told his darling reader that he needs help with something that she can do, as the darling reader didn’t know that he made a ceremony breeding ritual. That night, Darling Reader became his mate and an excepting mother to an dragon cub (Bailu) egg.

There was an celebration for them and the dragon cub by the people of Xianzhou Luofu. And I leave the rest up to you. 😊👍

the dragon egg part at the end is cute😚I tried to write it!!

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, spawn but not described in detail (The setting here is that Bailu is the baby of the reader and Dan Feng. It does not reflect any leaks or spoilers of HSR. If you cannot accept it, please skip or close the page!!)

Lonely. Responsibility. Reincarnation. Even though there are other people who are also Vidyadhara, only the High Elder has the dragon horns and tail and can inherit this responsibility. The meaning of inheritance from generation to generation is given by the outside world, just like the destiny that is locked. Fortunately, High-Cloud Quintet gave him some comfort. Sometimes others wanted to give him an immortal concubine or spouse, but Imbibitor Lunae refused.

You accidentally entered a certain space and device, causing you to be transported to the Xianzhou ship. Yingxing was the first to discover you and took you back for healing and care. After the wound on your tail healed, Yingxing proposed to take you to their friend's party because you had been in bed and didn't have time to meet people. It's time to hang out more.

Dan Feng couldn't take his eyes off you. Here you are, descended from a world. A dragon. Just like him. You may be able to hide your dragon features, but a dragon like him can detect the crystal clear horns on your forehead and wagging tail with just a glance. While drinking, the High Elder pretended not to care and asked for information about you, knowing that you basically have no way to leave this galaxy now. This is not enough. After the party, Dan Feng offered to take you around Luofu, such as Earthrise Agora and Starwatcher Avenue.

He paid for all the snacks and watched you chew Xianzhou delicacies while holding his chin. He bought you beautiful silks and fabrics so that you could give them to the maids to weave clothes. He talks to you about interesting experiences and trivia about life, and responds to you. He didn't like you eating those fast food a little bit, but he kept it to himself. Dan Feng knows the courtesy of pursuing his future spouse.

Just like that, you and Dan Feng "date" 5-6 times. He held your waist and kissed you as the maple leaves fell. You are stunned. It took a few minutes to realize that you were in a "dating" and were already "engaged."

It's not that you don't like the dragon in front of you, but that you don't know these things at all, and isn't the progress going too fast…? Besides, you have to go back to your planet one day. Dan Feng listened to your concerns and nodded, indicating that he understood, but he was already preparing for the breeding ceremony.

For the breeding ceremony, it can be with or without physical contact. If not, then Dan Feng has prepared for you to sit in the middle. You just… felt a sudden swelling, something weird. Something has been permanently changed. And then…you hold the smooth and lovable dragon egg in your hands, shocked and confused. If there's physical contact, it's your hands on his shoulders, begging him to stop, but still sitting on the dragon's cock and feeling the fertile seed ejaculate into you…

Eventually, you also get an egg.

The baby dragon hatches out of shell and turns out to be a lovely daughter!! She subconsciously stretches out her hands and snuggles into your arms, carrying her dragon horns and tail. The Vidyadharas were astonished that this was a success!! The new baby dragon was born! They held a grand ceremony to celebrate together. Luofu also received the news and felt happy that their race had made such progress! They sent an official message to congratulate and announce the birth of the dragon cub.

You held your little daughter in your arms, leaned on Dan Feng's arms, and shed tears. He wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed your forehead gently. His spouse, his family. You are one of the few changes in his hundreds of lifetimes of constraint.

[yurinaa-world]

Hii! I really love your work! I was wondering if you could do a Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan and perhaps Welt (if you want) with a Venti reader? (From Genshin Impact of course ^^)

Characters: Dan Heng, Gepard Jing Yuan, and Blade x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: reader that’s like venti

Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

You wrote songs for everyone and anyone; what is your reason? Everyone deserves to have a song woven and sung, even Dan Heng’s story, not “his” Dan Feng only. You insult and don’t even have any of the consequences that come from your actions. Example A: You insult someone, and now you have a gun to your head, but! What are you going to do? Duh, poke the bear with a knife.

You’re popular around the galaxy and very popular at every pit stop. People run up to get your autograph or picture. Every bar wants you to perform for them, since having you there will get them thousands and thousands of dollars.

But you really shouldn’t take up the offer of drinking with other people; it never ends well. Whenever you do that, you end up betting or doing something stupid, which has you coming back to him, drunk out of your mind, and 10 dollars away from being broke. Was it worth it? 100% since the alcohol was free.

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

Oh dear… You both together are the first thing in the newspaper since you're both popular, with him being the captain of the Silvermane Guards and you being a 5-star musician, getting booked for so many venues, but especially bars. There are a lot of downsides to doing shows at bars, mostly for him.

Having to pick you up from bars all drunk and unable to even lift your head from the table since you were basically asleep, he’s afraid that you might get hurt while you're drunk since he has to carry you on his back while blushing a little since everyone can see, and the next day that moment is on the newspaper.

You love to make songs about him but never sing them until he shows up to watch; he just blushes while listening to your music, yet while you sing, you keep your eyes on him and only him the entire time.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Humor him or humble him with your direct insults (which aren’t really insults), and only you may get away with it since you're together and he’s madly in love with you. You both have something in common. You both influence many people—him with his title and you with your music.

Sneaking away to get the sight of you perform for a whole bunch of drunks, he, of course, is going to stay sober for this moment, watching you like this doesn’t come every day since you're such a shining star, watching you with all his attention on every little detail you do on stage.

But watching you perform isn’t the only thing he’s come here for; you’ve had a bad habit of drinking since the places you perform give you free unlimited drinks since you're their prize guest and they want to come back again to have another show. That doesn’t end well since you come back so drunk. How about he stay with you?

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You bother him with your songs, and even while he’s resting, you just begin to play with your instrument, and he just looks at you annoyed, 😒 like you are being fr right now He grabs your instrument from you and doesn’t give it back to you, saying sorry, then you're not getting it (doesn’t matter you would get either, even if you say sorry, you're not sorry, he knows your not).

He picks you up when you're drunk, over his shoulder, dizzy and drunk, feeling like you're losing your mind. You couldn’t walk properly because of how out of it you were, but you were laughing and giggling the whole time, teasing and making fun of him, which was so annoying.

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[spirit-lanterns]

THE BOSS’ CHARACTER SHEET

A semi-detailed post about the Boss’ character information and personality. Certain pieces of information are REDACTED, but will be unlocked in the future.

All information available for the Boss, is under the cut:

BIO: 

FULL NAME: ??? “The Boss” {TO BE UNLOCKED}

GENDER: Female 

PRONOUNS: She/her 

AGE: 38 years old 

HEIGHT: 5’8

MODEL TYPE: Tall female 

TYPE: Playable character

FACTION(S): The Rabbit’s Foot

WORLD: Penacony

RARITY: 5 Star 

PATH: Harmony 

COMBAT TYPE: Imaginary 

OVERVIEW:

The Boss is a woman of mysterious origin. No one in Penacony recalls just how she set foot upon the elusive planet of festivities, yet The Rabbit’s Foot, her most prized casino, is quite popular amongst the people of Penacony for all the riches and Bunnies she has to offer…

A mature woman of high status and a slacker to boot, the Boss is quite a mixed bag as no one really knows what to expect when conversing with her for the first time. People expect her to be a lavish, elegant, and proper woman, yet if you ask the Bunnies of the casino, they’d all say their Boss is a well-known “lazy bones.” 

Besides sleeping at her office and lounging with her Bunnies, the Boss enjoys collecting intricate tea sets and watching Broadway shows. 

APPEARANCE:

The Boss is a tall woman with long, blonde hair, always pulled up in an intricate updo with multiple hairpins and clips, light blue eyes, fair skin, as well as a darkly colored kimono with floral patterns. On her “lazy days” however, the Boss likes to leave her hair down, her clothes often not worn properly as she has a habit of wearing her clothes in a way where it exposes her shoulders and other assets.

She has a detailed sleeve of tattoos on her right arm (your left) that depict a branch of colorfully pink sakura flowers. It can sometimes be shown when the Boss doesn’t wear her clothes properly. 

PERSONALITY:

The Boss is a lazy, yet mature woman that has a habit of napping in her office whenever she’s left alone. She’s a slacker through and through, and she never really does her paperwork unless her Bunnies force her to. 

She’s also quite into adult indulgences, such as alcohol, smoking, gambling and sex. Not afraid to show off her wants and desires, the Boss can also be quite straightforward whenever she wants something of her affection. Besides coming off as a lazy bum however, the Boss cares deeply for her Bunnies, as she’s always looking for ways to keep them satisfied. 

Sometimes when she’s left alone, the Boss can be seen frowning and immediately lighting her pipe for a smoke, before quickly changing her downcast expression to an aloof one.

BACKSTORY: 

{TO BE UNLOCKED}

VOICE-OVERS:

FIRST MEETING: “Ah…a pleasantry to meet you. My name? Hah…just call me Boss, sweetheart.”

GREETING: “You’re back! That was fast…did you want to rent out a Bunny? Or perhaps…you came back for me?”

PARTING: “Come back soon, the Bunnies always miss you, I know I do…”

ABOUT SELF: REAL NAME: “My real name is not of importance, people know me as Boss and I stick to it. The Bunnies never really asked, but you are the first person to push on this topic. Heh, what? Don’t look at me like that, I like being called Boss.”

ABOUT SELF: SMOKING: “Sorry, I know the smell of smoke isn’t pleasant, but I can’t help it whenever I’m stressed. I know, I know, it’s a bad habit, but…gambling is a bad habit too, right?”

CHAT: BUNNIES: “Ahhhh I just love my Bunnies so much! They’re so cute and bouncy, but goodness are they hyper. I had to build an indoor gym just for them in the casino, just so they could get their zoomies out.”

CHAT: NAPS: “I love napping. I hope it doesn’t show my age, but napping just replenishes my energy so much that sometimes I coax the Bunnies into napping with me in my office. They make the perfect cuddle buddies.”

HOBBIES: “I don’t drink tea, but I love collecting tea sets. I have an entire cabinet at home just filled with different sets from all over the galaxy. I even have one that has little bunny teacups!”

ANNOYANCES: “I hate drunk people. Why would you drink so much if you know your alcohol tolerance is low? (Sigh) At the very least, my Bouncer Bunnies are able to take care of it.”

SOMETHING TO SHARE: “If you scratch a Bunny’s ear at the base of their scalp, their foot will begin to tap rapidly against the floor. Hm? How do I know this? Aha…I like exploring with my hands.”

KNOWLEDGE: “When you drink alcohol, you have to do it fast. Slow, leisurely sips make the alcohol burn your throat longer, yet if you drink it in one go, you are able to enjoy the taste.”

ABOUT: (BUNNY READER): “Ah…(Bunny Reader)...why won’t she stay with me? Oh! How long have you been standing there?”

ABOUT: KAFKA: “She’s not a criminal under the casino, she’s a customer. However, I won’t lie and say that I am completely thrilled that a Stellaron Hunter is renting out one of my Golden Bunnies every week. I can’t imagine what she’s doing to my poor Bunny…”

ABOUT: HIMEKO: “I like Himeko, she’s a very sweet woman and her coffee recipe is divine. I’ll have to visit her on The Express one day and see her tea set collection myself.”

ABOUT: BLACK SWAN: “I never really know what’s going on with that woman, but she’s a very efficient dealer. She puts some of my Dealer Bunnies to shame with how quick her hands are, hehe.”

ABOUT: ACHERON: “The Galaxy Ranger, right? She’s not the best gambler, but her ambition is admirable.”

ABOUT: FIREFLY: “Ohhh, that poor girl. She’s been tackled in the casino sixteen times now by my Golden Bunny.”

ABOUT: ROBIN: “She’s probably the worst gambler I have ever seen, yet she seems to be a favorite of my Golden Bunny.”

ABOUT: TOPAZ: “She’s cheated in a gamble before, but thanks to Black Swan she was caught and punished accordingly. I would’ve kicked her out of the casino for this, but (Bunny Reader) loves to keep her around for some reason.”

ABOUT: SERVAL: “I hire her sometimes to play live music in my casino. The patrons and Bunnies love her very much, so she gets discounts sometimes if she wishes to rent out Golden Bunny.” 

ABOUT: CONSTANCE: “Logically she’s much more dangerous than Kafka, but I can’t help but trust her more. Maybe it’s just because I’m a little biased and we have wine together sometimes.” 

TRIVIA: 

The Boss’ real name translates directly to “Spring Princess.”

The Boss uses her smoking pipe as a weapon when in combat. The smoke from it can increase the stats of party members. 

Her alcohol tolerance is extremely high.

The Boss has talents in dancing and embroidery. 

She is bisexual. 

The Boss claims she is an ass woman because “everyone has an ass, therefore ass is the best part.”

The Boss is a criminal. For what exactly is a secret and will be revealed in her backstory.

GALLERY:

Left Art: @e-hibiscus on Tumblr

Right Art: @deadflyartlogs on Instagram

[djarinova]

dinem miscommunication you say... 👀🎤

(my unpopular opinion is miscommunication is actually be a very good and realistic trope and it's the realism that frustrates people hehe but it can be so good for plot and tension !!)

i do indeed say miscommunication with din 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (although this is probably a more general x reader miscomm than anything selfship related)

AND @stevebabey and i have been yelling about this for days in the dms so everybody say thank you ruby for having such a huge brain and for screaming about this entire concept w me <3 divider by @/saradika

i just think miscommunication goes hand and hand with who din is as a character—he's stoic, almost unreadable at times (and the helmet certainly does not help with that), he doesn't say anything more than is necessary and he has such a complex and interesting childhood and backstory and many of his romantic... viewpoints, shall we say, are deeply traditional and seem very old school to an outsider.

the miscommunication itself will come when he's finally ready to confess his feelings for you (if i was to write everything that came in-between the first meet and this moment then this would become a fully fledged fic but let me just say this: he grappled with his feelings for a l o n g time, im talking years of knowing you, and i know it's implicitly implied but he trusts you more than anyone else in the galaxy and there have been afew moments were he's almost slipped up and spilled his feelings for you—or so he thinks—and he's agonised himself over how best to approach the subject with you) and you completely misread his intention.

he offers you something—an object of great value to him, something that he feels will bring you security and safety or something that he wants you to keep close to you whenever he is far away (a weapon with an engraving, a compass with a glimmering star along the rim, a small piece of cloth embroidered with a word that you can't read in a language you don't understand)—and you reject it. it looks too clean, too fancy, too nice. and so you politely say "Oh. Din, no... I-I can't take this from you..." and you can actually visibly see his disappointment, it's only for a split second, but his head tilts and his shoulders deflate just ever so slightly, but it's there and it makes you a little confused, it's just a gift, there have been plenty of times when I've offered him something and he's said no, why is it only a problem when I do it??

it ticks you off, just a little, but you let it go. turning and stalking back into the hull of the ship as din watched you disappear feeling crestfallen and embarrassed. because he really thought you would accept it.

and here's the thing, this object, this gift that din was trying to give you, it isn't just an ordinary gift. with it came the question of a relationship, it was customary for a man to offer an heirloom to the person he wishes to court—and considering everything he's been through, it was lucky that he had kept that tiny slither of his past with him all this time, after everything he's lost he wasn't even sure he would ever get to offer it to anyone but he had kept it anyway, locked in a box underneath his bed, just waiting, gathering dust... until you came along.

and then comes the angst. he starts acting differently towards you, it's reminiscent of how he acted when he first met you and it makes you sick to your stomach. you constantly worry that youve done something to upset him (which in a way, you have). he barely speaks more than 5 words to you a day and it is enough to make you feel completely guilty over something that you dont even remember doing! and that realisation makes you angry, you dont even remember upsetting him! you havent said anything odd or screwed up a bounty or messed up something with the child and he's acting totally irrationally, ignoring you and treating you like you dont even exist.

the resolution comes after almost 3-4 months of this. youve grown used to your new dynamic now, and even though you wish you knew the reason for his behaviour, and you wish it wasnt like this, you accept how things are. your anger has slowly dissipated and now you mostly feel fine, still hurt and confused, but din has given you plenty of opportunities to leave over the last few months and you have yet to even consider it—you don't want to leave and despite his best efforts, you still care for him.

perhaps you overhear a conversation in a market between two people who are discussing The Mandalorian, or perhaps you hear din talking to a friend or maybe you read something in a book, but whatever it is, something happens and it clicks for you. the reason din has been so distant is not because he doesnt like you, or because he wants you to leave the ship... it's because he felt embarrassed when you rejected his gift, it's because he has been trying to give you space so you dont feel suffocated by his feelings. he's been doing this for you.

and so you storm up to him, wind beneath your sails now, and demand to know what the hell is wrong with him. if he had just been clear about his feelings then neither of you would've had to be so miserable these past few months. and why didnt he just TELL YOU about the meaning behind the gift.

and he's like would that have changed anything?

and you swallow hard, making eye contact with where you assume his eyes sit behind his visor and you say yes, din, in a whispered voice, it wouldve changed everything.

anyways .......

[luminavt]

Level-5, Fantasy Life:i and Generative AI Stable Diffusion.

The Developer of Fantasy Life: i, Level-5. Just announced a lot of delays for their upcoming games at Level 5 Vision 2024: To the World's Children.

In this presentation, a lot of the games showed off BEAUTIFUL and unique looking art styles and character designs. They stand out from what a lot of current anime games were offering.

I watched it live on stream and my stream community enjoyed seeing it all. However the very next day?

We learned through this article posted above, that the developer had started to embrace using Stable Diffusion, a form of Generative AI, for the Art Assets in three of its games. Megaton Musashi, Yokai Watch, and Inazuma Eleven are shown in the official government presentation.

As someone who is very passionate about Fantasy Life i?

Seeing the company you grew up loving embrace a form of Generative AI that doesn't collect the data of their original works without explicit consent is HEARTBREAKING.

However, I want to be as clear and accurate as possible.

There is very clear evidence that Level 5 is embracing Generative AI for the games listed in the video. There is no clear evidence that these techniques were used in the development of Fantasy Life: i. This post is being shared with you for your awareness.

Fantasy Life for the 3ds is one of the most magical games I've ever played.

The game had so much charm that I showed a minimum of 6 different friends, and upon just watching me play it? They immediately went to buy the game themselves.

It was so charming, so simple yet aesthetically pleasing that anyone could appreciate it for what it was.

This game was developed by Level-5.

The fact that Level-5 was the developers is what got my eye on this game in the first place. Ever since Dark Cloud 2 for the Playstation 2 I fell in love with what these developers can do.

Dark Cloud, Ni no Kuni, Rogue Galaxy, I fell in love with the developers ages ago and what they do meant a lot to me.

It feels awful that I cannot feel comfortable supporting the developer as a whole anymore.

I don't fault anyone if they choose the purchase the game still because ultimately, i know the game means a lot. Part of me still wants to experience the game.

However, its clear that Level 5 is one of the developers who plan to fully integrate Gen Ai into their development cycle going forward and I wouldn't be surprised it's why they have so many delays in all their games. As they may be adapting to a new workflow.

As someone who heavily endorsed this game as a streaming vtuber, I felt it was only fair I spread this information. Thank you.

Link to the article will be on my following tumblr post for full context.

[bits-and-babs]

✦ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 4: APHRODISIACS

grand admiral thrawn x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

cw: f!princess!reader, aphrodisiacs/sex pollen vibes so dub-con, fingering, cum eating, political mind games.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 5: CLOTHES ON ⇾

Perhaps others in your position would consider you a coward. The rebel alliance had pushed a revolutionary manifesto that had bled into the heart of each Empire-subjugated civilian in the galaxy, many taking up arms against the gigantic fleet of storm-trooper manned ships. 

However, lacking a large military and without weaponry or manpower, your small planet lay at the mercy of the Empire leviathan. The decorative crown placed atop your head was just that— embellishment. The significance of your birthright was as vexing to Grand Admiral Thrawn as a speck of dust on his pristine white uniform. A simple brush of his palm enough to toss any resistance aside. 

The hologram Thrawn sent you upon arrival to your galaxy was intended as an olive branch, one you gratefully received. A promise of clemency on the condition that you attend a dinner upon the Chimaera warship. 

“Princess,” Thrawn muses as he walks you towards the vast dining table, his own body language almost regal as he directs you to your seat, “I hope you don’t mind that I took liberty with the selection of delicacies I provided.” 

You had no quarrel; it was like a feast mosaic. Gorgeous, vibrant pomegranates split down the middle to expose the glistening seeds, strawberries doused in dark chocolate and shucked oysters fanned out on a plate of salt. 

“I am grateful for anything you provide, Grand Admiral,” you answer him politely as he pulls out a chair for you. You sit with a small smile, attempting to appease the man that balanced your planet’s fate on the end of his trigger finger. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Thrawn’s lips pull up in a smirk, the silky timbre of his voice dripping like molasses off the edge of your spine, warming something deep in your abdomen that makes you blush. 

Without ceremony, he settled in his seat across the table. Those crimson eyes pass over your frame with a gaze so heavy it’s as though you feel it dance across your skin, leaving flames in its wake. 

“I recommend the oysters, your highness,” he addresses you respectfully with your title. “Freshly farmed a few hours ago.” 

Upon his insistence, you began to feast. A polite silence falls between you, Thrawn’s eyes set on you as he watches you relish the flavour of the delicate oysters. He looks pleased. 

You cannot deny the warmth that creeps across your skin the longer he looks at you. Thrawn's presence makes you almost dizzy, but the fear that had prickled at the base of your neck when you had been informed of his arrival had been replaced with something far more titillating. 

“I must offer you my appreciation for your willingness to collaborate with the Empire, your highness, Thrawn praises you while you take a moment to sip the red wine you had been offered upon arrival. “I think you will find that I serve at your pleasure.”

“So it would seem,” you smile weakly, glancing across the table top. Pomegranate, oysters, wine. Your mind felt numb, slow to connect the thread that ran through each item— a singular quality they all shared. 

“I wish to assure you of my commitment to ensuring you and your people are appropriately cared for,” Thrawn continues, elegantly standing from his seat at the head of the table and approaching where you sat like a Groundlion; a creature you knew belonged to the Chiss star system. “That our relationship continues to develop organically.” 

The air around you vibrates as he approaches, your heart lurching. You had not failed to note the double meaning and slight innuendo to his comments. Flush paints your cheeks when you feel the slick wetness between your thighs, unable to look the Chiss in the eyes as he stands before you. 

The Grand Admiral’s azure palm takes hold of your chin gently, tilting your head back and forcing you to look him in the eye. He’s poised, ice cold and stoic while he watches you burn up. “Don’t you agree?”

Pomegranate, wine, oysters. Pomegranate. Wine. Oysters. 

Thrawn’s fingertips glide down your throat, tracing the dip of your sternum down down beneath your naval, leaving a devastating trail of arousal in the wake of his feather-light touch. 

Pomegranate. Red Wine. Oysters. 

Aphrodisiacs. 

“Ah—“ you gasp the moment the word comes to mind, Thrawn’s fingertip brushing the curve of your sex and finding against your swollen, throbbing clit through the layers of fabric. Your eyes roll back, knuckles bleaching as he steadily and oh so easily works his hand beneath your skirts. Each motion is fluid, as easy as breathing. 

“Apologies, your highness,” Thrawn spoke, his timbre even and mind-bendingly steady in comparison to your broken breaths of ecstasy. His fingers work through your folds, spreading your pussy lips and collecting your slick across his cerulean fingerprints. “I didn’t quite catch your reply.” 

There’s a vague cruelty to his tone, enjoying your suffering. His eyes are glued to your expression, watching it crumple with desperation as he removes his touch from your sex raising his slick-drenched fingers to his lips and relishing in the taste when he presses the digits to his tongue. 

Your chest heaves, utterly undignified with your thighs still spread in the hopes he’ll touch you again, trembling with need. Grand Admiral Thrawn’s eyes slip closed with a quiet hum of appreciation, removing his fingers from his tongue. 

“Exquisite,” he husks, eyes dropping to you once more. 

“Please—“ you beg him, far beyond the political ramifications and the threat of being labelled a co-conspirator. 

“A princess should not beg,” he scolds you with an even tone, his hand easily working itself between your thighs once again, immediately finding your swollen clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It’s tortuous, your body practically folding in on itself at the devastating arousal that causes slick to leak down your thighs. “She should command her subject. Demand their service.” 

You cannot even muster a plea of mercy, rocking your hips forward to grind your clit against his knuckles. He appears to savour the way pleasure contorts your expression, your brows knitting together and jaw falling slack as you chase the high that had so suddenly threatened to burst through you like a blaster charge. 

“It would appear that we are destined to have a successful working relationship, your highness,” Thrawn muses, the flat expression on his face doing little to hide the gleeful glint in his eye at just how easy it was to reduce you to a trembling wreck. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You have no time to answer, no chance to even suck air into your lungs before your vision goes white. Pure hot plasma bursts through your abdomen, running hot and thick like the magma on Mustafar. Sobbed wails of Thrawn’s name, sans his title pour from your lips as you grasp desperately at his wrist, drawing crimson blood from his cobalt wrist when you dig your nails in. 

Over the roar of the blood in your ears, rapid heart pounding in your ears as Thrawn continuous to torture your clit through the orgasm that threatens to obliterate you, you hear a twinge in the Grand admiral’s voice. Smug. 

“So it would seem.” 

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[ofmdrecaps]

08/16 - 17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Taika Waititi's Birthday!; David Jenkins; GalaxyCon San Jose: Vico, Con, Nathan, Kristian; David Fane; Samba Schutte; Madeleine Sami; Nat Torres; Erroll Shand; Cohen Holloway; Love Notes;

== Taika Waititi ==

Okay so I'm drastically late because yet again my life has become nutzoid, but Happy VERY belated birthday to the main man Taika Waititi! His birthday was August 16th, and he spent it with lots of friends and loved ones <3

Lots of videos! I couldn't include them all here, so you can see them all in one place on the Repo.

Sources: VasJMorgan's / Rita Ora's Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

David shared a tattoo that one of our crewmates shared his way!

Source: David Jenkins Instagram Stories

== GalaxyCon San Jose: Vico, Con, Kristian, and Nathan ==

Since there was so much footage, I'm going to try and break this up into two parts so I can fit in some other news!

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew were kind enough to live tweet the panel, here's those tweets below:

As you can see there was some clowning going on as well! Next up is fan shots shared on GalaxyCon San Jose or the cast member's instagrams! I'll try to get the original photo links in but if not I apologize! Let me know if I need to update them!

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And Nathan was out with Con on his birthday!

Source: Galaxy Con San Jose's Instagram / Nathan/Con/Kristian/Vico's Instagrams

== David Fane ==

It's been a busy week for David! So glad to see him smiling!

Source: David Fane's Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba met up with his first drama teacher and sent a lovely message!

My very first drama teacher, the man who gave me the confidence to give my dream a shot, who helped me believe that I have something to offer as an artist. I owe him a lot, the ground that helped my seeds grow into a garden, and an amazing human and humanitarian to boot. So lovely to see you again, my dear Eugene van Erven. Check out his books! 23 years and going❤️✨🙏🏾

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Erroll Shand ==

Erroll is on Episode 5 of The Clearing, playing Henrik! You can check it out on DisneyPlus in Australia-- I tried looking for it on Disney Plus US but no luck. If you know of a better way to watch please let me know!

Source: Erroll Shand's Instagram

== Nat Torres ==

One of our fantastic writers, Nat Torres posted some quick pics for the end of summer. I had to get their dogs in there because of reasons.

Source: Natalie Torres' Instagram

== Madeleine Sami ==

Mads and her Co-star of Double Parked, Antonia Prebble talking life <3

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Source: TheBreezeAuckland Instagram

== Cohen Holloway ==

Pop Pop pops up so irregularly, so I had to share him being mentioned in this post by Costume Designer: Lissy Turner, tagged for a BTS picture of the film Lowdown Dirty Criminals.

Source: Cohen Holloway's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Okay Lovelies, apologies, gonna need to have the fan spotlights in the next post because there was just so much going on with the Cast and Crew these past few days! There's still more to show, and I'll work on getting tonight's recap up as well here in a little bit. I truly hope you're being kind to yourself this weekend lovelies. It's been so busy lately, and I know sometimes life like to pop up and kick us in the tush and make things harder -- so remember that you're doing the best you can with what you have. There's enough shame in this world, try to remember not to add to it for yourself, because you deserve grace, especially when things continue to be tough. Sending so much love crew.

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[sillie82]

Hurt Charles Rowland (Dead Boy Detectives) Rec list

Sooo, I've been obsessed with Dead Boy Detectives ever since it came out, and I especially love my boy Charles. I'm also a sucker for Hurt/Comfort, so of course I started searching for hurt Charles fic pretty soon. Here's a rec list of hurt!Charles fic that I've really loved.

Hurt!Charles (whump and angst)

Like Fool's Gold by RoseGanymede95

For half a second, Edwin’s vision was filled with a beautiful, ethereal sight. Charles had turned his face up in surprise, eyes wide and lips parted, and his brown eyes reflected the cloud of golden shimmers hovering above him. He was bathed in a gentle light, surrounded by a galaxy of tiny stars. Then the dust began to settle onto his skin, and Charles’ face contorted. He clapped his hands over his eyes, pressing hard, and drew in a harsh gasp through gritted teeth. “Charles?” Edwin shouted. Charles screamed.

10 more fic recs behind the read more.

Hold This by RoseGanymede95

“Alright, listen,” Charles said, after trying not to think at all for at least five minutes. “Hear me out.” “Any ideas?” Edwin asked, not looking up from his page. “It’s just. What would actually happen if you cut my hand off?” Edwin jerked his head up so fast, Charles wondered that he didn’t brain himself against the stone wall. He looked more offended than he had when he found out about the live snake in Charles’ bag. “What the hell kind of a question is that?” He hissed. “I’m not saying we should do it!” Charles backpedaled. “I’m just curious! These cuffs make us proper solid, don’t they? We could probably lop it off and get me out.” “No,” said Edwin emphatically. “We are not discussing this. I don’t want you getting any ideas and chewing your own arm off like a trapped weasel.” “Not my whole arm, just my hand.

Nothing Left to Hide by RoseGanymede95 for the_genderless_librarian

“You’re-” Charles has to stop before any more words can come through, because another round of sobbing overtakes him, forcefully enough Edwin thinks a living boy might break his ribs like this. “You’re. Scared.” Charles tries again, and the words sound like they’re being punched out of him, each one a broken, jagged thing, “Of. Spiders." Grief crashes down on Edwin like a physical weight. This is about Hell.

being unknown by The_IPRE

Edwin does know Charles, or at least he likes to think that he does. He knows that Charles is far better with the clients than he is, quick to offer a smile or extend sympathy while Edwin is far more interested in delving deeper into the details of the case. He knows that Charles has a wicked swing with his cricket bat, but prefers to leave that as a second resort when he believes there's a way for them to come to a compromise. He knows that Charles chooses to hope for the best from people, even after having seen the worst they have to offer–and in fact, having been killed by it. As Charles sits in front of him, the strain in his shoulders at odds with the easy grin on his face, Edwin wonders how much of his friend he is failing to see. -- 5 times Edwin didn't press the issue, and one time he did.

Try, Try Again by Asidian

Edwin lacks the aptitude for managing people; this he knows. He is clumsy at navigating stronger emotions, his own or those of others. But he has spent thirty long years side by side with Charles Rowland. He has spent them watching Charles console, and comfort, and offer support to those who need it. If his own fumbling attempt has fallen somewhat short, in this instance, he will have to ask himself what Charles would do, were their situations reversed.

The Case of the Memento Mori by Asidian

It takes Charles what seems an eternity to draw back enough to offer Edwin a wan sort a smile. His face is off-color, tight with the hurt. "Sorry, mate," he says. "Give me a tick. Don't know if I can get up just yet." A yawning pit of dread settles itself somewhere in the vicinity of Edwin's chest. He has thought of just this situation more times than he cares to count: Charles pressed against him, Charles' weight and warmth, Charles' arms around him. It feels a cruel twist of fate, all told, that this is how he finally gets it.

Heaven To No One Else But Me by coloursflyaway

We would like to offer you a gift, Edwin Payne, the entity says, and holds out its hand; Charles has to force himself to stay put and not step between it and Edwin, because it feels like danger, even if it shouldn’t. The entity wouldn’t hurt Edwin, he tells himself, and he knows it’s true, it’s just that it is so powerful that even the slightest touch is terrifying and Charles is terrified about losing Edwin all the time anyway. “Why me?”, Edwin asks, head raised high and the entity’s light reflecting off his skin in a way that makes it look like porcelain, fragile and translucent and beautiful, “Why not Charles?” There is nothing we could offer Charles Rowland to take his pain away, the entity says and its voice rings out in Charles’ head. But you, we could erase yours. If you wish us to.

Edwin gets the opportunity to go back in time and change his life so he will never have to go to Hell, but price of it is losing Charles; Charles can only stand next to him and wait for his decision. (Breaking Charles Rowland speed run.)

Cry With Joy At The Depth Of My Love by coloursflyaway

“Edwin?”, Crystal asks, and Edwin would say something snarky, maybe even something mean, but Charles is wrapped around him like he’ll never let go again, and there are more important matters at hand. “Crystal, what has happened here?”, he asks, and a few seconds later, their new psychic is standing in front of him, trousers splashed with the coffee she dropped, disbelief written across her face. “I was gone for a few hours and now Charles… and the whole building…” He’s not quite sure how to put it, most likely because he still doesn’t understand, and Crystal looks at him like he come back from the Cat King’s lair with an additional head. “Edwin”, she says, slowly, like she is still searching for the words, “what are you talking about? You’ve been gone for six weeks.” ____________ Edwin takes the Cat King up on his initial offer, so instead of a few hours, he is gone for six weeks. Charles isn't good at coping with it.

Reach Out And Touch Faith by coloursflyaway

And Charles doesn’t notice that Edwin doesn't touch him anymore, maybe for no other reason than that he doesn’t want to, because doing so hurts, but then there’s a night when Edwin walks past him and he raises his hand like he wants to brush it against Charles’ arm – his metaphorical heartbeat picks up at that, like Charles has been waiting for this even more than he realised – but then, a second before his hand connects, Edwin pulls it back like he’s been burnt. And that, well. That hurts too.

Edwin stops touching Charles; Charles doesn't deal well with it.

If I could hold you for a minute by HistoriaGloria

"For as vicious as it can be for ghosts, iron is not as common as you would think. It is rare, in Edwin’s experience, that the supernatural forces they are dealing with actually know that iron hurts as much as it does. Rare, but not rare enough." Charles is hurt on a case, leaving Edwin and Crystal to pick up the pieces.

Hold Me As The World Sets Ablaze by UneducatedAuthor

Charles thinks, dazedly, through the fog of it all, that the end of it must be a lot like the beginning of it. With Edwin, holding close to him, whispering words that don't quite reach, because he's the best person Charles knows, and he wants to comfort him. So he begs Edwin not to go as the world once again, turns black. Edwin, of course, stays. (Charles is familiar with omphalotis nidiformis. He's not familiar with having someone stay with him through the pain of it.)

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Din Djarin and the 5 Love Languages

A/N: the format of this one is gonna be different than the other love language posts since it's just one character instead of multiple but it should still work.

Word Count:762 Warnings/Other Notes: no warnings but this shit is cheesy as fuck lmao

To any outside parties, Din may seem like an ice cold killer without remorse, but to those who are truly close him, he is a man with a loving soul. To those select few, especially his chosen partner, He shows that love in many different ways.

Words Of Affirmation:

While Din isn't the most talkative person in the galaxy, he knows what the value of words is to some people.

If he sees you doing well at something you've been working at for a while, he is sure to encourage you with a smile hinted at in his voice.

When you're feeling down and need some reassurance, Din's right beside you, telling you how proud he is of your accomplishments and how honored he feels to get to be in a relationship with you in an attempt to make you feel a bit better.

And when Din is away from you for one reason or another, he's always sure to send you a message on your commlink so the two of you can check in on each other when needed.

Even if Din has a harder time than most others articulating how he feels, just know that he is always thinking of the right things to say to you to let you know he cares.

Acts of Service:

Due to his past as the renowned bounty hunter, Din shows his love and respect the best when doing tasks for others.

You need something from the market in Nevarro City? He's offering to get it for you! Tired after being up all night with a sick Grogu? Go take a well deserved nap, he's got things from here.

If you were the one sick in any way, he would drop everything to nurse you back to health and if someone were to hurt you on purpose? May the universe have mercy on them because Din's hunting them down with a furious expression hidden beneath his helmet.

He'll even do little things for you, like helping you put on a piece of armor or carry a supply pack for you.

Anything you need, he'll get it or do it for you as soon as he's able just to see you happy.

Physical Touch:

Even though it may not seem like it when you first meet him, Din is a sucker for any of romantic touch.

At the beginning of your relationship, he of course won't take his helmet off in front of you but once he does, you can expect a kiss from him the first moment he sees you in the morning.

When out and about, he's got a hand on your back or shoulder, using guiding you around as an excuse to hold you for a moment.

Din isn't a huge fan of PDA but won't mind if you or Grogu hug him for a short while, even if it makes him a little less intimidating to others.

And when you two get home that night, be prepared to get cuddled the shit out of until morning light, because his ass is NOT letting you go.

Gift Giving:

While gift giving is a little more rare with Din, he still loves to see the way your face lights up when he gives you a present.

The majority of gifts he gets for you are small but meaningful, like your favorite food or a pretty item you liked in passing.

On the occasion that he gets you something grand, you can tell that he put a lot of effort and time into getting it for you.

Din adores seeing the excited expression you get when receiving something that you had been wanting for some time.

And if you get him something in return, he cherishes it almost as much as he cherishes you yourself.

Quality Time:

Time spent with loved ones is extremely important to Din. After a life full of chaos, he enjoys being able to spend a few quiet moments with his family.

Once he gets the house on Nevarro, some of his favorite days are spent watching you and Grogu play around the small frog pond.

If you and Din ever want a day to go do something by yourselves, Peli is happy to come and babysit while you enjoy some alone time.

After a stressful day, all Din wants to do is be with you, eating a warm meal as you recall something funny that Grogu did while you were running errands.

And when push comes to shove, you don't have to be right next to each other, Din just likes being in the company of someone as wonderful as you.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"Tethered to You" Chapter 5

Masterlist HERE.

"So tell me what it is

I'm running outta options

Lowering my defense

Trying to make sense

You make it easy

And your waves pull me deep underwater

I'm getting weak at the thought

Fall to my knees here's my offer

You know I am just a mortal"

Baby Rose—"Mortal"

Qimir didn't expect to see her outside of the cave.

His pot of crab soup had finally simmered down into the thick creamy consistency he liked until it was practically a white stew with rehydrated tubers and wild onions floating with the meaty chunks of crab meat he seasoned well. He poured a good steamy amount into a ceramic bowl and crumbled a packet of salt crackers on top for a little crunch. While he stuffed a couple of sealed packets of Corellian Ryshcate pastries into his pants pocket in case Osha wanted a dessert after her meal, a stirring in the Force gave him pause. Like the ripples from a rock in a pond, it moved towards him in transverse waves. The initial impact literally felt like someone had thrown a pebble at him, but it was too weak to strike him directly, so it sent the undulating waves to capture his attention before the sensation dissipated and he was standing still holding Osha's meal in the front section of his cave.

Master Plagueis often announced his presence through the Force in a not-so-subtle way when he was near, but this was not him. It was something new. Qimir didn't think it was that other person either. The one he sensed on Brendok. There was no way that bitch would've found him, even if she hired ten thousand Tynnan trackers to scour every corner of the galaxy. The feeling creeping across his skin grasped at him with a hushed urgency he couldn't pinpoint directly.

He strode out from the cave, needing to get the bowl of hot food to Osha quickly, and he was pleased to find her already waiting for him. Except…something was wrong. Wild-eyed and shaking from bafflement, Osha appeared beyond confused. Her explanation for how she arrived at his home brought on a slew of questions that needed answering. He believed every word she said because the proof was in the way her eyes bled from pure smoky black into her beautiful rich cinnamon brown ones with the clear whites of the sclera. It would've been pointless to mention it to her in the state she was in. He coaxed her with the food and gave in to the compulsion to kiss her flesh. The taste of salt from the sweat on her brow lingered on his lips, and he licked it away without her noticing.

Osha followed him, and the late afternoon temperature inside the cave was perfect for a hearty soup. He guided her to the workroom section of the cave where one of the hydrothermal springs scattered throughout his home gurgled with a soothing ambient sound.

"Sit here," he said, placing a work bench not too far from the cave spring.

Osha stared at the dancing patterns of light reflecting from the water shimmering on the roof. He kept plenty of amber lamps on around the room and it glittered on the water's surface, too. She relaxed more being there.

"I'll go fix me a bowl too," he said.

Qimir left her side and scooped out his food in the kitchen area. He thought of pouring them cups of fresh water, but he thought some good strong spirits was in order and grabbed a bottle of homemade liquor and poured them both tall glasses. Holding his bowl of crab soup and carrying their drink glasses together with his thumb and index finger in his other hand, he returned and offered the liquor to her. Osha took the glass and gulped down all of it with no questions asked about the odor of the contents. She closed her eyes and grimaced as the burn coursed down her throat. He pulled up a stool to sit near her and noticed cuts and smeared blood on the bottom of her bare feet.

"What happened there?" he asked, pointing to her wounds.

She shook her head and tucked into the bowl. The first bite from her spoon brought about shiny eyes at how good it tasted. He picked at his food and watched her, enjoying her delight at a solid meal prepared by him.

"S'good…really good," she said.

"This place has a ton of soft-shell crabs. I eat a wide variety of seafood daily. Wild vegetation provides plenty of food inland. There's a type of breadfruit that grows here that I make into bread and cereal. There's a seasonal green fruit too. It has the texture of meat when you pluck it before it ripens. It's an excellent protein source to switch up from the seafood."

"What happens if you pick the green fruit after it ripens?" she asked, scooping crab into her mouth.

"It turns sweet and has a less fleshy texture. I like to use it before then because it has no flavor and I can season it to taste like any kind of meat I want depending on how I cook it."

"A regular island chef," she teased.

He grinned and beckoned toward her bowl.

"More?"

She wiped the corners of her lips and gave him a shy smile.

"Yes…please."

"Glad you like it."

"I can fix it myself."

"You're a guest right now. More crackers on top too?"

She nodded, and he took her bowl away. He filled it to the brim again, and she scarfed it down as if it was her first bowl. Her appetite was healthy, and he watched her eat while he took his time with his own helping. After she was done, she sighed with satisfaction and placed the bowl next to her hip on the workbench. The liquor's calming effect took hold of her. The muscles in her face were less tense, and she looked…pretty. He cut his eyes away to finish up his meal. She surveyed the cave the same way she had done the first time she was there. He put his bowl down near his foot. Clasping his hands together, he stared at her until her gaze locked in with his.

"Your sister told me a lot about your lives growing up on Brendok."

Her right eyebrow rose. She crossed her arms and rested them on her lap.

"How much did she tell you?"

"You were part of a coven. Outcast witches…"

Her eyes flicked away to look at something other than him.

"Do you find shame in that?"

"No."

"Then why look away?"

She glared at him and her mouth bunched up.

"I know about the reputation of witches. I've studied a lot of deviant cultures over the years," he said.

"We weren't deviant."

"So…by that tone, you still consider yourself a witch?"

"Did Mae?"

Her question challenged him, and those cinnamon eyes shifted into defiant, dangerous stones. The surrounding energy vibrated at a low frequency, one of caution and concealment.

"Yes. She did."

"But I thought she was trying to be like you."

"What am I?"

He relaxed his physical stance and allowed a small portion of himself to open up to her in the Force.

"You aren't supposed to exist. The Jedi wiped your kind out."

"What is my kind?"

She huffed in frustration, and he kept his gaze steady.

"When I was a Padawan, I learned about the Sith. They taught us your history."

"I learned about them the same way you did, Osha. In fact, my instructors on Coruscant predicted I would become a formidable Jedi in the ranks… until I wasn't anymore."

That tidbit brought a jolt to her body. Her folded arms pulled apart, and she gripped the edge of the workbench.

"What happened?"

He lifted his glass of liquor and sipped it slowly.

"Like your coven, they labeled me a heretic. My Master led the charge simply because I asked too many questions and viewed the world through unique eyes and wanted new ways of being. My questions and behavior challenged the Jedi core tenets, and my Master punished me and cast me out like a fallen diathim from heaven. Exiled."

He drank more liquor, and it loosened his tongue. There was still half a glass left, but he wanted to savor the slow buzz. Liquor made him too flirty if he overindulged, and now was not the time to tempt her into something carnal. The possibilities for a consensual union weren't off the table for him in the future. Something other than a master and student relationship pulsed between them. Their chemistry was undeniable. Palpable. He pushed it away for another time and focused on an exchange of information. That was the only currency he had in his favor to secure her inside his web of influence. He swiped his tongue across his teeth with his mouth closed.

"It's a tough adjustment in the real world once you're no longer a Jedi," he said. "I wandered the galaxy working in mines. Joined a few marauder crews on raids in the outer rim. Learned to maneuver hyperspace routes that others in my old world wouldn't dare try. That's how my new Master found me."

"You have a master? I thought you were some rogue who loved living in isolation."

Qimir glanced around his humble abode.

"This place is just one of many that I use. I come here to plot and think."

"Being a pirate has been lucrative for you, I see."

He studied her doubtful expression. It was time to give and take with her. She was the bag and he was going to secure it.

"Would you believe me if I told you I come from wealth? Nobility?" he said.

Osha held her head higher and inspected his countenance. Something lit up her eyes.

"Did you want to be a Jedi?" she asked.

"I was never given a choice. My parents handed me over to my first master when I was too young to question what I wanted. My family was part of a royal house that was under attack in a feudal skirmish. Becoming a Jedi protected me from assassination attempts on my home world. I grew into it as a clean slate, which is what they always want because it's easier to brainwash children with their doctrine when you don't know any better. You're made to feel special because the Force is so strong within you as they cut you off from your blood family and your own distinct culture. The Jedi break you down and build you up into a good little child soldier. Then they send you out into the world as a programmed adult to do the same to other Force sensitive children everywhere."

Qimir chewed into his words and stopped himself from cursing as he spoke.

Osha didn't interrupt him, nor did she challenge his take on the Jedi. Perhaps she realized for the first time that she was nothing but a former child soldier, too. He dipped further into her layers, aiming for the core of the matter.

"Did your coven ever show you how to teleport your corporal body? Have you ever witnessed it yourself as a child?"

Osha gazed at the floor and thought about it.

"My mother could do things. Move the double moons on our planet…focus orbs of energy in her hands and use them as weapons. She was a master of shadow majik…"

Qimir shot up from his seat, electrified by her words. He turned away from Osha and paced a bit before looking at her again. Mae had mentioned their mother taught ancient spiritual practices with their religious order that revered nature and feminine energy. She never revealed to him the woman was a master of the dark arts. Such a pity that Sol killed her, Qimir lamented. He could've learned so much firsthand about that realm of the Force.

But he had her daughter.

He dropped to one knee in front of her.

"Tell me exactly what happened before you vanished from your cave. I know you said you were angry and screamed, so you used that energy to open a portal of some kind. It could be another latent ability, like your gift of foresight. But we need to figure out why you came here and not somewhere else."

Worry lines crinkled her forehead.

"Think hard, Osha," he pushed.

"I found some old clothing that belonged to Mama and my sister. Her cowrie shells and tiny glass beads too. A rage overpowered me and I wanted to kill every Jedi…my eyes turned black and I disintegrated… I saw your face…it was like I could see a light and you were in it so far away and I…went away."

"You saw my face? During all that?"

"Yes."

"Did you feel any pain at all?"

Her eyes darted back and forth.

"No. More like a pressure…like when you swim and get caught in a wave you can't get away from and it bashes you about, pulling you under like a funnel of gravity."

"But you saw me before the funnel pulled you under, correct?"

"I think so. I became a dark mass…like a black mist… and you were there…on the other end of a tiny spot of light."

Qimir rested his hands on top of hers.

"Before I came outside to bring you food, I felt a pull on my energy. I think you were connecting with me and that portal brought you here. You wanted my help and fixed your mind to conjure me up as your exit point. If you can learn to control that…bend it to your will…do you know what that could add to your arsenal of power?"

He lowered his head, and strands of his hair brushed across her fingers. She looked deep into his eyes when he lifted his head.

"Being a witch is a profound thing to be. I have old data-tapes and flimsiplasts of arcane knowledge that mention abilities like that and more. Whatever your mother taught you—"

"Mothers. I had two mothers."

"What happened to your father?"

"We don't have one."

"You didn't know who he was?"

"Mae and I never had a father. We were born without one. There were no males on Brendok. Mama created us and Mother bore us."

"How…?"

Osha regarded him with fragile, liquor-soaked eyes. His homemade concoction thrummed warmth in his veins and his face felt flushed.

"Your mothers were human, and they created twins without semen?" he stammered.

"Mama was human and Mother was a Zabrak."

Qimir sat down on his stool. He knew of certain humanoid species that could switch sexes if their populations didn't have enough males or females to procreate with. Zabrak's were not built like that. They were tough warriors and often arrogant, swift to use fists rather than words. The ones he knew of in his circle had children the way humans did, and even if they needed medical help to do so, it still required male jizz. Hair on the back of his neck rose.

"They used majik to create you. Force majik," he said.

Osha's lovely eyes were human. She had solid flesh. She bled. Breathed. Majik had the power to bring illusions to life, making them seem incredibly real. The woman in front of him was more than real to him.

"Mama pulled on the Thread. Used it to make us. Mae and I were one split into two… shaped and filled with love from Mama. I can't tell you exactly how it was done, but she did it. We were the only infants ever born on that planet. She tried many times and failed for years until she grew stronger and more knowledgeable about wielding the Force in that way. I think maybe she wanted to teach all of us how to do it, eventually. She wrote about it in her private office."

Qimir's mouth fell open, and he gawked at Osha.

"She wrote down how to create babies by manipulating the Force…shit," he said.

He noticed her feet again. She looked at them, too.

"I ran to Mae's cave after my bath in the lagoon. I didn't put my boots on."

"Why not?"

"I was upset thinking about everything. I ran to the cave and then…you know the rest."

He moved into his kitchen area and picked out a clean cloth and dipped it in the barrel of water.

"Lift your foot for me," he said.

He knelt down and cleaned her left foot. Then her right.

"Soak your feet in the pool. It has healing minerals that will help soothe those cuts," he said.

Osha left the workbench and lifted her tunic with one hand. He held her other one to help her step into the far end of the pool where there was a small ledge to prop her feet. She sat down and lifted her tunic higher on her thighs. Bashfulness came over her and she shoved it back lower and he realized she wore no underwear and didn't want to overexpose herself.

"Not too hot, huh?" he asked.

"No. Feels nice."

He dug into his pants pocket and pulled out the packets of pastries he'd forgotten about.

"Something sweet to nibble on," he said.

She tore open the first packet and tasted it. He waited for her to finish both of them before he took the empty packaging away and gave her time to soak.

He cleaned and put away their empty bowls. She had enough of the water after fifteen minutes.

"I want to show you something," he said.

There were a pair of old sandals in a corner, and he grabbed them for her.

"Put these on."

Osha stood and grabbed the damp cloth he used to wipe her feet and blotted the bottom of them again. She slipped on the strapless sandals and followed him to his bed. He pointed to the large, ominous-looking circular opening behind it.

"I keep important things in there. Things I want you to know about."

He climbed on the bed and stepped inside the opening.

"Come," he said.

Osha climbed on the bed and followed him through a dark tunnel that led down to another part of the cave. He tapped a lamp on the wall and the interior lit up.

"Whoa," Osha said.

She ogled the shelves that housed hundreds of data-tapes and flimsiplasts that surrounded a round table carved out of stone from the cave floor. She glanced around until her eyes fell upon his most prized possessions.

Eight tetrahedral-shaped holocrons.

The light from the lamp caused the exteriors of the holocrons to sparkle in their various colors of blood-red, obsidian, and gold. She moved closer to them. A stone plinth supported each one, positioning them at eye level.

"May I?" she asked.

He nodded, and she reached out to touch a red one. The moment her hand raised in front of it, the holocron glowed, shining scarlet rays on her face. He smiled. Only those on the dark side of the Force could activate a Sith holocron if their power was strong enough. And only if they were worthy, too. She admired the intricate crystal lattices and vertices before she touched the base where an ancient inscription carved there caught her attention.

"A Zabrak wrote this," she said.

"You can read your mother's language?"

"I remember most of it. I studied it on Coruscant. This says 'There is Power in the Shadows'."

She looked at the other holocrons.

"How were you able to get these?" she asked.

"Long stories. I'll tell them to you one day."

She smirked and turned towards the other shelves which held more history that she could never finish reading in her lifetime.

"I spend most of my days in here, studying and looking through archival history."

"What are you studying for?"

"To know myself. My power. I will use it to understand you more. Hidden away in here are answers that will help you know yourself too. There are volumes about witches that I haven't even cracked open yet. Now that you're here, you'll spend a lot of time in here with me."

He searched for a particular data-tape on Zabraks and pulled it from its place.

"Take this and study it."

"What is it?"

"The history of your people. Zabraks from Iridonia who chose our path. Mae said your mother had horns, so she couldn't be from Dathomir."

Osha cradled the data-tape. He retrieved another for her.

"This one I need you to pay close attention to for your human mother. Do you know what her original home world was?"

"Espirion. But she migrated to other places as a child with her parents. She didn't tell us about that, so I assumed it was a hard life. Mama was charismatic and highly educated. She spoke so many languages. She met mother on Coruscant for a conference and they traveled together building our coven. I don't know the place they were exiled from."

"When you open this one, try to see if you recognize anything similar to your mother's practices. It can help us pinpoint what you are truly capable of."

She grumbled and piled it on top of the first data-tape.

"I thought my training was going to be in the martial arts and the philosophy of the dark side."

"All in due time."

"Homework…seriously?"

"Seriously. And if you don't find anything there, we'll have to crack open the elder tomes."

"The what?"

He pointed to stacks of old physical books leaning against a data-tape shelf collecting dust.

"Did Mae have to do all this?"

"I never brought her inside my cave."

Osha studied his expression and moved closer to him. She tilted her head and he could smell the strong liquor on her pores.

"Why didn't you bring her here? What makes me different from her that gives me the privilege of being so close to you? Seeing your face? I mean, she and I are exactly alike."

Her assertive stance momentarily took him aback, especially with the way she looked at him, like he was a meal to be devoured and licked from her fingers. It had to be the liquor working up her nerve. He liked it though.

"Hmm?" she murmured.

She pushed up on him until he was backed against a shelf. Her shorter stature didn't diminish the boss energy she displayed. He lowered his head so that he looked down on her to take control of the situation. He enunciated each word.

"You. Are. Not. The. Same."

"How do you know for sure?"

Her gaze stayed on his lips as her warm breath blew on his neck.

"Because I don't think she'd want to kiss me the way you do right now."

"I don't want to kiss you."

"Yes, you do."

Her body became trembly, and he hoped she would be bold enough to do it. Arousal colored her pupils and they dilated. She touched his chest lightly and her eyes narrowed.

"I feel something," she whispered.

He did too; however, it wasn't the romantic inclinations simmering between them. His sensor alarm in the upper section of his cave squawked to life, alerting him of a large starship breaking past the ionosphere.

He grabbed Osha's hand and pulled her into the tunnel, leading her out of his library.

"What's wrong?" Osha squeaked out.

His nerves spiked, but he focused on gathering non-perishable food items for her to take back to her cave. He stuffed them into a worn out rucksack and slung it on his shoulder.

"Qimir, you're scaring me."

They had less than an hour until the starship reached his shore.

"I'm taking you back to your cave. My Master is coming here right now. I don't want him knowing about you yet. You need to stay in your cave until I'm gone."

"Gone? Where are you going? You're leaving me here by myself?"

She shadowed him out of the cave. The sun traveled a downward path and they trekked past gun-metal gray stone monoliths.

"My Master has come earlier than expected. We have some business to attend to off world. I had hoped to have you better prepared."

"How long will I be here alone?"

"A week or more, depending on his needs. His plans often change. You'll have access to the Exile II for emergencies."

"What if something happens to you and you don't come back?"

He stopped mid-walk.

"I'll come back."

The worry in her eyes softened his voice.

"I'm going to make a Sith assassin out of you in no time."

"Then why are you hiding me from your master?"

"He doesn't know about you. Or Mae. I didn't want to present him with anything other than the best for our ranks when the time was right."

"You've had other acolytes before me and Mae?"

"Yes."

"What happened to them?"

"He killed most of them."

"Why?"

"They were weak and ineffectual. Not up to his standard."

"So if I don't measure up?"

"He'll kill you like he did them."

"Fuck. The Jedi just let you wash out with no hard feelings."

"You're not a Jedi anymore. And if I don't get you put away, this might be your last day alive."

"Not if I force choke your master like I did Sol."

Qimir threw his head back and laughed.

"I respect the confidence."

They continued walking and paced through the rock corridor that led to her cave. He handed the shoulder straps of the rucksack out to her.

"There are binoculars and a bunch of glowrods in there too if you want to hike around at night after I'm gone. You can move freely inside my cave and sleep there if you want for a couple of days. When I return, don't seek me out until my Master's ship has left."

"Got it."

"You're the only apex predator on this island. I'll leave the leftover soup in my conservator. Go easy on the liquor."

Osha reached for the rucksack and stroked his thumb gently in the exchange. He lingered inside her gaze.

"Be careful. You don't want to waste all this potential," she said, trying to joke with him.

Sunlight dappled across her cinnamon eyes and they drew him in like magnets. He wondered if she could handle being all by herself on a strange island. With Mae, those thoughts never crossed his mind. He didn't care then because that twin was going to be a knife he sharpened and used to build an army for his Master.

But Osha?

Could he hand her over so easily when the time came? Especially when he needed her for something more pressing in his future plans?

"Take care," he said abruptly, breaking away from the hold she had on him.

He blocked her from his mind, raising a Force shield in his brain to prevent his Master from sensing her presence in his thoughts. A flash of bright light dropped onto the horizon. The Master's Scimitar starship streaked his way.

Inside his cave, Qimir deftly slipped on his Sith uniform and grabbed a forest green duffel bag. He attached his lightsaber to his hip and pulled on his helmet. Wandering back outside, he stood like a sentinel on the rocky shore waiting for the Scimitar to touch down. Within the womb-like darkness surrounding his head, he sensed his Master, the dark tendrils of his power gathering around Qimir like a heavy cloak.

"Take off your helmet," his Master commanded with an arctic voice.

Qimir removed it and looked up to the full seven-foot height of the being before him.

Darth Plagueis the Muun.

The Master's cadmium orange eyes bored into him and he kept his long flat face and bald head shrouded in a black hooded cloak. His pale, mottled skin reminded Qimir of the underbelly of a dead fish.

"I have a new assignment for you. I want three tiresome extortionists with ties to a Senator I'm currying favor with discretely eliminated on Naboo. Afterward, I need you to escort me for a business negotiation in the outer rim territory."

"Understood, Master Plagueis."

The Muun directed those haunting, glowing eyes that looked like burning embers in a fire over Qimir's head toward his cave high above them. The apprentice waited for his Master to retreat into the large starship first before he took a single step forward, in case there were more instructions.

Plagueis regarded Qimir once more with discerning eyes.

"I detect that you are purposely clouding your mind from me."

The Muun's thin lips quirked up.

"Don't bother doing so, my clever apprentice. I am well aware of the woman you have on this island. I will deal with her on our return. Come, we have much work to do."

Plagueis did a stern about-face and Qimir accompanied him onto the Scimitar, stone-faced and troubled.

Chapter 6 HERE.

A.N.:

Posting this early before my weekly targeted Friday update. I needed more time to work on my Black Panther fic. Once again this chapter went over my word count. That's okay because I'm writing each chapter in my head as if I'm watching episodes of the show on TV and will hit each end-note with a button/cliffhanger whether it's 2,500 words or nearly 5,000 words. Once I get my rhythm as I figure out my characters along the way (remember, I'm pansting this bad boy--however I do know how I want it to end!) I may split chapters at the 2,500 mark and post them as double chapters each week. We'll see. Until next week!

[satoshi-mochida]

Turok: Origins announced for PS5, Xbox Series, and PC - Gematsu

Saber Interactive has announced Turok: Origins for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, and PC (Steam). A release date was not announced.

Here is an overview of the game, via Saber Interactive:

About

Play as the legendary Turok warriors to face off against ferocious dinosaurs and a terrifying alien threat that seeks to destroy all human life in the galaxy. Unleash devastating attacks on your enemies with weapons and abilities, and harness fallen enemies’ DNA to upgrade your arsenal. Embark on a high-stakes adventure—solo or with friends—to unravel mysteries that hold the key to saving humanity.

Key Features

Fight Against Enemies – Battle alone or as a team against a variety of dinosaurs, creatures, and bosses that take to the ground, sky, swamps, and caves to push players’ skills to the limit. Engage in intense combat, where players must use everything at their disposal to ensure success, including melee attacks, special abilities, and fine-tuned weapons.

Unleash Your Arsenal – Unlock and upgrade your advanced weaponry to dominate your battles and neutralize your enemies. Plasma rifles, ray guns, snipers, bows, shotguns, and more are all at your disposal.

Unlock DNA Powers – Extract DNA from fallen foes and the environment to unlock game-changing powers that evolve your suit in real-time. Each DNA power not only enhances your look but also offers upgradeable skills and abilities to give you an edge in combat.

Experience an Epic Story Across the Lost Lands – Throughout Turok‘s missions, players will journey across breathtaking yet deadly worlds on various planets. From ancient temples and wasteland canyons to dense jungles, each location holds pieces of an unforgettable story that is packed with twists and turns.

Watch the announcement trailer below.

Announce Trailer

[causetheturtle]

5 years since the silly little space show ended I miss it so much

Okay but seriously seeing how much the love for rebels has grown over the past five years is so insane. It’s gone from this tiny, mostly hated, part of Star Wars to being considered some of the best the franchise has to offer (wish those people had realised that when the show was still on but I’ll still take it).

I genuinely think that Rebels is the most Star Wars that Star Wars can get - it beautifully distils larger life lessons about war and morality down into an easier to understand package for kids but balances it brilliantly with the weird mystical shit.

It asks questions about the morality of war and how far is too far which just can’t be answered and those conversations lead to some of this hardest hitting lines in the franchise (I mean, “I hope senator, after you’ve lost and the Empire reigns over the galaxy unopposed , you will find comfort in the knowledge that you fought according to the rules”? THATS SO GOOD!)

It introduces some of the most fascinating parts of the force - from the Bendu and calling bullshit on the whole idea of being “in the middle” refusing to get involved in conflicts where people are suffering and dying to the absolute batshit insane World Between Worlds or the Loth Wolves and connections to nature.

AND we get to see the characters going on fun, silly adventures in between all the serious shit!

All of the characters mean so much to me and all of their arcs are amazing - Zeb overcoming his mental regression to a 14 year old after the death of his people, Sabine learning about forgiveness and trust, Kallus’s redemption - but Ezra does have to be my favourite.

I wasn’t that much younger than Ezra at the beginning of the series and to see him grow and overcome challenges and despite the pull of the dark side being so strong he overcame it and became such a DAMN GOOD JEDI was an amazing thing to watch as I grew up too.

And, if I’m gonna get really deep for a minute - at school I was just the weird undiagnosed autistic kid who couldn’t hold up a conversation to save their life and it was not a fun time, but once a week I’d get to go to another world and spend time with characters that I loved. The high of an episode would keep me going for a good three or four days and then I’d get to get excited for the new episode.

We didn’t have any of the Disney channels so I’d have to find whatever dodgy copy of an episode I could find online for free with terrible quality and the voices either slowed down or sped up but that didn’t matter cause I loved this show so much.

Although I’m sad we aren’t getting an animated continuation of the show and the actors who brought so much life to these character might never get to play them again I am still excited to see where the story goes next and can’t believe it’s THIS YEAR we get these characters back.

[fast-moon]

DS9 Season 5 Thoughts

So, last season ended on... pretty much the same note season 3 ended on, which was that the Changelings had infiltrated positions of power across the galaxy. Let's see if this season they actually do anything about that.

1. Apocalypse Rising: Sisko, O'Brien, and Odo get to cosplay Klingons as they infiltrate the Empire in order to expose Gowron as a Changeling. But it turns out they had the right place, wrong guy.

2. The Ship: Sisko finds a downed Jem'Hadar ship and says "finders keepers", but a Vorta shows up and asks for it back. It takes half the crews of both sides dying before they realize that the Vorta just wanted to retrieve a sick Changeling from the ship, making the entire stand-off pointless.

3. Looking for par'Mach in All the Wrong Places: WTF is this title and WTF did I just watch? Worf wants to make the moves on Quark's Klingon ex-wife, so Dax sexually assaults him to take his mind off it. Meanwhile, O'Brien has to keep removing himself from situations where he could cheat on Keiko with Kira because he totally would if he could.

4. Nor the Battle to the Strong: Good lord, this series was even prescient about putting yourself in dangerous situations for social media clout and then quickly getting in way over your head. At least Jake was able to admit he was a dumbass.

5. The Assignment: Keiko trolls the shit out of O'Brien by pretending to be possessed by a wraith in order to finally get some goddamn respect. That's my interpretation of this episode and I'm sticking with it.

6. Trials and Tribble-ations: lol. To be fair, I did see this specific episode back in the 90's because a friend of mine taped it and insisted I see it, but at least now I have context for who all the DS9 characters are, and it made it even funnier.

7. Let He Who is Without Sin: Dax drags Worf to Pornworld against his will, then calls him "controlling" when she does her own thing without any regard for his feelings. Then she acts all surprised when he sides with the people protesting irresponsible self-indulgence.

8. Things Past: Odo, Sisko, Dax, and Garak get Quantum Leaped into some Bajoran slaves in the past, but it turns out Odo was just having an anxiety attack over a mistake he'd made and dragged everyone else into it.

9. The Ascent: Odo and Quark get jealous of Kira and Dukat having gotten two "mortal enemies go road-tripping" episodes, decide to go on one themselves. Meanwhile, Jake and Nog become roommates, but now ironically it's Jake who's the undisciplined one while Nog is more responsible.

10. Rapture: Everyone gets new uniforms, causing Sisko to see obelisks, make maps out of his mashed potatoes, and go on crazy rants that are enough to deny Bajor entry into the Federation, eventually forcing Bashir to lobotomize him.

11. The Darkness and the Light: Someone who wasn't even part of the Cardassian military manages to covertly murder most of Kira's former resistance members, putting the competence of the actual Cardassian military to shame.

12. The Begotten: Odo's a dad... again, and has to lose the child... again. But at least he got his shapeshifting back from it.

13. For the Uniform: The Maquis start using chemical warfare against Cardassian settlements, so Sisko uses chemical warfare right back at them. And everyone's just... okay with this?

14. In Purgatory's Shadow: The episode opens teasing a Garak/Bashir road-trip, only to bait-and-switch it to a Garak/Worf road trip, only to Uno-reverse-card it back to Garak/Bashir. Also, if Bashir's been replaced by a Changeling since before the uniform switch in episode 10, then which one got frisky on Risa?

15. By Inferno's Light: Dukat gets tired of being the butt-monkey for the past couple seasons and joins the Dominion. Meanwhile, Worf spends the entire episode getting beaten up, as Worf does.

16. Doctor Bashir, I Presume?: One episode after getting the real Bashir back, the Doctor from Voyager shows up to offer to make a new fake Bashir, but then Bashir's parents show up to reveal the real Bashir has been a fake Bashir all along, so they're already all good.

17. A Simple Investigation: Odo gets his cherry popped by a woman who turns out to be a bit of a Changeling herself: in that she's actually a completely different person living under an assumed identity, and also already married.

18. Business as Usual: Quark gets roped in with some weapons dealers and sabotages the deal after learning the weapons would be used for genocide, deciding that financial bankruptcy was better than moral bankruptcy.

19. Ties of Blood and Water: Kira decides to copy Garak from a couple episodes ago and has her Cardassian father figure show up just so he can die in front of her of medical complications.

20. Ferengi Love Songs: Quark goes back to his mother's house to help other Ferengi come out of the closet.

21. Soldiers of the Empire: Worf takes an assignment on a ship with the worst Klingons in the galaxy, and Dax invites herself along because she can't imagine Worf being able to function without her telling him what to do all the time.

22. Children of Time: The crew find a planet inhabited by their descendants, who inform them they they're going to get sent back in time and then have nothing better to do but breed like rabbits. But Future Odo realizes they've already hit their time-travel quota for the season and stops it from happening.

23. Blaze of Glory: Sisko and Eddington go road-tripping to stop some missiles that don't exist, because it was all a ruse to allow Eddington to go down fighting for... basically no reason.

24. Empok Nor: O'Brien and Garak take some gold-shirts with them to go exploring a seemingly abandoned Cardassian station, with predictable results for the gold-shirts. Garak also realizes there hasn't been an outbreak of crazypox for a few seasons and wants to have his go at it.

25. In the Cards: Jake really, really wants a Pokemon card.

26. Call to Arms: The Federation is forced to abandon the station after the Dominion and Cardassians attack, but Sisko swears he'll be back because they're not about to change the title of the series to "Terok Nor".

So, now that we've left on a cliffhanger of the station being abandoned to the Dominion, I'm curious how long into the next season that status is going to remain. Even Picard getting kidnapped by the Borg only lasted until the first episode of the next season. Plus things are going to get pretty cramped if they have too many episodes with only the Defiant set to work with.

Bashir is finally growing on me now that he's abandoned his bravado and womanizing and focusing on being a doctor. He was single-handedly ruining the series for me in the first season due to being such an insufferable creep. But it's also been revealed that he's genetically enhanced, so he's still kind of annoyingly The Special in some way, but at least he doesn't rub it in people's faces.

Dax is also starting to finally develop a personality of her own, which is conceptually a plus, it's just that her newly-developed personality is really annoying. She's basically just a troll and a gossip and doesn't seem to care about how she makes other people feel. She forced herself on Worf, then he entered into a relationship with her out of what seemed like obligation, at which point she's just been incredibly controlling and manipulative of him. Which, maybe that's a Klingon thing and they go for that, but from a human perspective, it's uncomfortable.

Also, I recently learned that Nog's actor was nearly 30 while playing him here. All this time I thought he was, like, 12, but no, he is just the ultimate short king.

Also impressed at Kira's actress being able to fit back into that jumpsuit so soon after having a baby. Hopefully she'll get more episodes next season, since her pregnancy this season limited what the story could do with her.

So with that, onto the next season of Terok Nor Deep Space Nine.

[thatfooltheycallweaver]

Painted Reverie

Day 5 of @fluff-cember

Prompt: Northern Lights

Pairing: Cassandra Falk [OC] x Loki Laufeyson

Fandom: Marvel [Cinematic Universe]

Word Count: 825

Loki had been reading a book on the couch, curled up in front of the fireplace, enchanted to produce everything but the heat. Cassandra was in the kitchen, not allowing him in as she prepared a small basket with a bottle of wine. She wrapped up some bread, a bag of almonds, a few slices of jarlsberg cheese, a bundle of grapes, and a small bag of blackberries--all of it wrapped up inside the basket. She came out after a bit, standing behind the couch’s arm, setting the basket on the coffee table. She leaned in a bit, kissing the top of his head, her hand resting on his shoulder and gently massaging it. He looked up at her, leaning into her touch.

“And what are you planning inside that head of yours, my love?” He asked, setting the bookmark between the pages of the tome and reaching up to trace the back of her hand.

“Just a little evening out, that’s all.” Cassandra answered, trying to remain cryptic. It was always a hassle to keep anything from him. Mostly because she was too excited to want to keep things from him, and partially because he knew how to read her like one of his books.

“Your plans for an evening out typically do not require you to bar me from the kitchen. It’s quite the opposite, usually.” He paused for a moment. “Although…I have been impressed by your dedication to your secrecy, as of late. Bringing us so far north beyond New Asgard…” He was somewhat trying to seduce the answers out of her, kissing the palm of her hand, trailing up to her wrist..

“Maybe I wanted to do something a little different this time.” She grabbed his hand properly. “Come on, hon, let’s go.” She smiled. There wasn’t much resistance from him as he got to his feet. He smiled at her eagerness to get to whatever it was that she had in mind. He grabbed a cloak and draped it over her shoulders, taking care to pin the brooch that held it together.

“You seem to be in quite the rush, my sweet.” He teased lightly, pulling the red braid that had been caught in the cloak out.

“Can you blame me? I’m just excited. I think tonight’s going to be something special.” He sighed melodramatically, grabbing his own coat as they ventured off into the star-illuminated forest. It was a good walk from the cabin, through the snow, to a small clearing overlooking a valley. She set the basket down, just a bit behind them, rather than in between. Loki sat beside Cassandra, leaning back slightly to look at the basket, reaching his hand beneath the lid to try and catch a glimpse, but she moved it out of the way. He gave her a mock-offended look before settling properly, looking up at the sky.

“Did you bring me out here to have a meal and star-gaze?” He asked with a chuckle. “How utterly romantic of you.” Green wisps streaked across the sky, but went unnoticed for the moment. “A lady after my own heart.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When she returned his affections, he slipped his hand into the basket anyway, grabbing the bottle of wine. The kiss parted, and he conjured up two goblets, pouring them, but he offered her the cup first. She couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed, no matter how lighthearted, and took what was offered. He grabbed his own, taking her free hand in his. By now, the green wisps had grown into full sweeps, painting the night sky in a vibrant shade of green, in pale blue waves that made it seem like an entire galaxy was suspended above them. His gaze softened with realization, with memories. He looked at her.

“We were pretty far north, I figured we could…watch the northern lights and have a light meal together. Unless you’re just here to star gaze, I mean, we could just…go back down south.” She smiled.

“I suppose I can compromise with this.” He took a small sip of his wine. “This is quite close to what we used to do on Asgard, is it not, darling?”

“It is. I know it’s not anywhere near as good, but I--” He turned to her, squeezing her hand.

“Please, do not start comparing the two. I prefer this. It’s more…personal. I get to share this with you as a lover, rather than as a friend. That alone is worth more, to me.” He rested his forehead against hers, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Now, I suggest we have our meal, watch the skies, and I will…repay your romantic gestures upon our return home. With all the dedication I possess.” He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That…sounds like a good fucking plan.” She chuckled, trying to hide her blush by drinking her own wine.

[rebelsofshield]

Updated Canon Star Wars Shows Ranking

The Bad Batch's third and final season begins tomorrow! What better time to take stock of how the series is currently stacking up against the nine other canon series' in the Star Wars sag.

(As always, please feel free to sound off in the replies or reblogs with how wrong I am. I love hearing your thoughts.)

10. Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett

Oscillating between dull and distracted, the original iconic bucket headed bounty hunter’s show displays Star Wars at its most shallow and routine. Despite claiming to be a Godfather-esque crime saga, The Book of Boba Fett feels oddly toothless and impersonal. In the process, the series does the ultimate disservice of making its title character less interesting at its conclusion than its outset. A great leading duo in Temuera Morrison and Ming-na Wen can’t really save a series that rarely if ever rises above being passable.

9. Star Wars Resistance

A fun, atypical series that aims for a younger audience with a lighter, more comedic tone. Some fans may not gel with its sometimes zany energy, but it boasts some impressively nuanced character arcs and standout aerial combat set pieces. It ends though on an awkward rushed note that may be as much a fault of the shambling structure of the sequel trilogy as the show itself.

8. Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ewan McGregor’s big return to the role of Obi-Wan Kenobi somehow feels like less than the sum of its parts. McGregor is wonderful as the title character and there are some truly emotional moments to be found in watching this old Jedi Master find his purpose and make peace with the trauma that came with the end of the Clone Wars, but overall Kenobi rarely manages to hit the highs it should. Messy production design and some clunky mid-season narrative choices end up cutting the series down in moments when the drama should be at its highest. For a series that may have been the most demanded Star Wars project of the last decade, Obi-Wan Kenobi never manages to fully reach the hype of its fanbase or the potential of its character.

7. Star Wars The Mandalorian

After an uneven but mostly promising first season, The Mandalorian has had trouble finding its footing. Despite being the flagship series for not only Star Wars live action television but also the Disney+ streaming platform, Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni’s space western has seemed unsure of itself after two seasons that pushed back its main characters in favor of a parade of cameos and clunky franchise focused world building. Luckily, it still has an eye for spectacle and flash. The Mandalorian looks like a blockbuster action-adventure movie and even when the story fails to live up to its potential, you can still count on the series’ consistently strong directing talent to deliver on some fantastic moments of Star Wars spectacle and creatively designed characters and locales.

6. Star Wars Ahsoka

One of the most ambitious and complicated offerings from Star Wars’ live action television offerings, Ahsoka is the culmination of not only fifteen years of storytelling but an important evolution of both its central character and her creator, Dave Filoni. Unfortunately, it does frequently buckle under the weight of its own mythology and continuity. Trying to create a coherent identity out of a show that functionally serves as a spin off to three separate series, two of which are animated, often proves difficult and clunky. There are, however, moments of wonder and grandeur when Ahsoka really does shine. Whether its in the phenomenal performance of Ray Stevenson as the series’ enigmatic villain, Baylan Skoll, or how enthusiastically Ahsoka embraces the franchise’s more fantastical and weird story elements, Dave Filoni demonstrates that he does still have a sense for how to tell worthy stories in this galaxy.

5. Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi

Recently confirmed to be more than a one-time special set of animated short films, Tales of the Jedi now looks to be a regular animated anthology that fleshes out the unexplored angles of some of the most famous members of the Order. While the three installments focusing on Ahsoka offer little more than a reunion for fans of The Clone Wars, the miniature trilogy that Tales of the Jedi tells about the fall of Count Dooku to the Dark Side are masterfully written and directed editions to the animated Star Wars canon. Not only do they finally add emotional and philosophical clarity to one of the most famous villains from the Prequel Trilogy, but they provide a murky exploration into some of the Jedi Order’s failings and why exactly members of its ranks would be tempted to leave it behind.

4. Star Wars: The Bad Batch

While it suffers from some of the same pacing issues that abound in almost all Star Wars television, The Bad Batch has evolved into a fun ensemble action series with some truly stellar character moments scattered throughout. In particular, this Clone Wars spinoff excels in diving into the uncertain fate of the Grand Army of the Republic. At its core is the question of what happens to a people bred for wartime when that wartime ends? The results are often tragic and occasionally disturbing, but almost always make for standout television. Throw in some gripping action set pieces and you have a more than worthy follow up to one of the most beloved pieces of Star Wars canon.

3. Star Wars: The Clone Wars

A very rough start and scattered snooze worthy story arcs aside, The Clone Wars is an ambitious as hell show that pretty much launched Star Wars as we currently know it. Its anthology style format allowed for its creators to tell a wide variety of stories that not only deepened a previously maligned era of the series but also played tribute to many of George Lucas’s creative influences. Great swing for the fences storytelling risks and gorgeous animation elevate this series into blockbuster level entertainment that balances incredible spectacle with powerful moments of character development and franchise redefining mythology.

2. Star Wars Rebels

A wonderful achievement in character and inventive storytelling, Star Wars Rebels reaches heights that are among the best moments the franchise has ever produced. Through its endearing and refreshingly complex ensemble cast and a tight four-season arc, Rebels feels like a complete, unique package that isn’t afraid to take risks and knows when and how to challenge its audience. Even occasional filler episodes aren’t enough to detract from what is overall a charming, suspenseful, and ultimately moving series of family and the fight against tyranny.

1. Star Wars Andor

Star Wars at its most human and political, Andor is thoughtful and meticulously crafted drama about the early days of a rebellion. Taking its title character from the ashes of Rogue One and spinning off into the story of a complicated man living in the shadow of fascism, Andor offers up intrigue, emotion, and a stirring critique of systems of oppression whether they be from the galaxy far, far away or own humble little world. Even outside of its heady political allegory, Andor is simply fantastically directed and acted television scattering a marathon of all-time-classic Star Wars moments throughout its first season. It’s that rare gem that only seems to come around only once or twice a decade: Star Wars that is not only great within the context of its universe but a truly essential work of pop cultural art.