#I'll make sure you don't have to use translator to see my OCs in fact they are not good for KR/EN translation

[whirligig-girl]

ST:PRODIGY S2 SPOILERS

WATCH STAR TREK PRODIGY! IT'S REALLY FUCKING GOOD! I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF EPISODE FIVE RIGHT NOW SO DO NOT RESPOND TO ME WITH SPOILERS!

I have to report that I am going to have some interesting work to do squaring my version of Mellanoid Slime Worms from the past year and a half--Eaurp Guz et al--with the depiction of Murf in Prodigy S2.

Spoilers for S2E5 and maybe earlier below the cut.

So. Murf is an aquatic, and that was preventing him from being understood. Rok'tahk says we don't know much about his species--but that's silly, they could have just asked me! I'd have told you alllll about their railways and spaceships and maybe a little bit about the less important stuff like their history, planet, culture, and biology. :P

Murf can slightly shapeshift at a whim (using extra arms to grab a bunch of weapons) but clearly reverts to one of a few natural forms--a bipedal and an aquatic form. This isn't much different to Guz!

I had assumed that Murf couldn't speak because he was a baby being raised with a universal translator, so his speech pathways didn't develop correctly. The failure of the universal translator Jankom modified is exactly what I would have expected for someone with that condition. In fact that might still be the case--the message they eventually did get out of him was jumbled and in the wrong order--but the main problem was that he needed to be underwater to be understood. Clearly this isn't an issue for Guz. What's interesting is that Murf's aquatic advantage seems to be biologically inherent--he was raised in an air atmosphere. But, perhaps Guz and all other terrestrial mellanoids had to be taught special techniques to speak in air.

Murf wouldn't even necessarily be the first time a terrestrial-raised mellanoid found out she was much happier as an aquatic. My friend Ray's mellanoid OC, Utut Arobi, realized she was much happier as a mermaid (and part-time cetacean), despite spending all of her life up until that point on land.

Murf is also developing like, blobby organs that I'm pretty sure weren't in his bipedal model last season (but i could be wrong). This is something that Guz has too, but I've always imagined their refractive index is so similar to the rest of their goo that it's invisible. Still, I could probably start drawing Guz and other mellanoids that way for parity.

Before I was willing to chalk the differences up to Prodigy being a cartoon and already kinda making some weird decisions regarding existing canon, but everything seems well thought out enough at this point that I'm not necessarily comfortable throwing much away.

It's really cool though because there are actually some interesting parallels between my Mellanoids and Prodigy's, and it's really great to see a Mellanoid animated and doing stuff that's a lot like some of the stuff Guz does. But it's also frustrating because it's definitely contradicting my stuff.

So I have more or less four options, and as I watch, I'll be weighing the pro's and con's.

Guzcomic and all works with Guz, Slamtha, and my other slimeworm characters, are all in an alternate timeline where Mellanoids had a different history--even potentially a different evolutionary history as well. That is--ignore Star Trek Prodigy going forward. I don't want to do this because so far Prodigy is some of my favorite Star Trek ever!

Split off all the mellanoid characters into Gymnomi Slimes. I first used this term for the Torchship version of Guz, but I've worked it into Surviving Schwil and I think my Mellanoid Slime species sheet. I was worried about this possibility, so I sorta fit that in as an 'out.'

Split the sapient Mellanoids into different species. Maybe make the terrestrials and aquatics different species? Alternatively, maybe every goo gunk critter that the Zaldans encountered were called Mellanoid Slime--or maybe Mellanoid Slime as a name for the Guz's species comes from Zaldans hearing about Murf's species.

Make substantial retcons to all of the lore I've posted so far. The way things are heading, that might involve undoing all the rocket science and train stuff I've been doing.

That last one could be more fun, but would make my worldbuilding messy!

To be honest, even though I really liked Prodigy S1, when I decided Guz would be a mellanoid slime worm, it was sort of meant to be a minor name reference to a fairly minor slapstick character. Murf getting development in S2 didn't occur to me until after Guz became like, a part of my identity as a person. my main blorbo. It might've saved me a lot of trouble if I'd come up with an original species name originally. We'll see what happens!

Having now finished S2E5 since writing most of the above post, so far I think it's all very salvageable! But it all depends on how much more they go into Murf's biology. The show doesn't seem to be going in a direction that will be exploring Murf's actual homeworld, at least not yet.

I may be willing to just ignore Rok'tahk's "we don't know much about his species." Maybe she just meant she specifically didn't? (unlikely, she loves Murf and tried for a long time to communicate.) So far the biggest downright inconsistency with my established mellanoid slime lore is that Rok'tahk considers Murf's species uncommon and mysterious, whereas Guz hails from a *backwater*, but still a backwater with Federation membership. In my timeline, Rok'takh probably could have spoken to other mellanoids about Murf and his condition, either through subspace or maybe even talking in person to one of the small handful of mellanoid cadets in San Francisco that would've been in the academy in 2385/6.

Then again, even if she did talk to other mellanoids, even a mellanoid doctor, they probably wouldn't have had a clue what to do about it, since mellanoids didn't even have universal translators until a few years ago and they're not very common. A mellanoid slime worm larva on mellanus has probably never been exposed to an automatic U.T.

Then again, Rok'tahk's line is clearly meant to be interpreted as "we[the federation] doesn't know much..." which would be a substantial difference from my lore.

EDIT: one thing i notice--which hasn't come up much and i was toying with the idea anyway--is that Zero can't read Murf's mind. IIRC Ferengi were also hard to read because of their unique neurological structure, and mellanoid slimes definitely have a unique neurological structure. Then again, Counselor Troi is supposed to be able to read completely alien beings that have nothing in common with humanoids. Either way my Mellanoids are not psychic voids like Data is--but they're not necessarily easy to read.

[league-of-sam]

As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

It took hours for you to calm down, or even let go of Alex.

Not that he minded. 

He was just happy to finally be back with you, to be back home.

When you were finally able to be pried off him, you sat back down, and Laswell began telling you what the fuck had gone on for the last year.

Indeed, Alex had been missing in action, because by the time the building had been extinguished, he was nowhere to be found. And rightfully so, by the sheer volume of the blast, they assumed that he was dead.

But, without going into detail, Alex revealed that he was able to get out of the building, only losing his leg in the blast, and he'd managed to find help and get fixed up by some of Farah's allies.

He kept himself a secret until he was able to come home, until Laswell was able to clear his charges for abandoning his duty back in Urzikstan.

And now, he was able to come back, to come and see you for a few days, before he had to leave again, as he'd been recruited to the 141, of all places. 

For the days he was there, you barely left his side, desperate to make up for all the time you'd missed. Part of you felt guilty, as you'd barely seen Graves in that time, but you were too engrossed in having your best friend back to give it a second thought.

So, when Graves came barging in to Alex's room where you were both sat like old times, a look of fury on his face, you didn't think much of it.

Until he opened his mouth.

"Graves." Alex greeted him.

"Keller." Graves spoke back, steam practically coming out of his ear, "You mind if I have a word with my girlfriend?"

You frowned at his tone, Alex immediately picking up on your reaction, "Sure, when you've calmed down."

"Excuse me?" Graves laughed.

"Just take a breath, cuz, alright? What's got you so riled up?"

"You, Keller, you have. The second you're back you whisk my girl away, barely had a second to spend with her since you showed your face around here-"

You cut him off, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room, whispering an apology to Alex, who told you not to worry. You dragged Graves along, until the two of you reached his office, and you slammed the door shut.

"You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?"

"Interrupted somethin', did I?" He spat at you.

It hurt, you had to admit, but his accusatory tone made you angry, "As a matter of fact, yeah. I was just telling Alex about us, if you must know."

"Sure you were."

"What is going on with you? Since when did you have issues over who I spent time with?"

"When it's him!"

Oh, so that's what this was about.

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest, "Whatever the reason the two of you don't get along has nothing to do with me, so don't bloody bring me into it."

"How can I not? I spent a year watching you be all over each other!" He raised his voice.

"So fucking what?! I chose you! Didn't I?"

"Yeah, so? What am I supposed to take from that? You thought he died so you chose me?"

"No, you arsehole! It means I fucking fell in love with you!" You yelled back, a hand running through your hair.

This was your first fight, and the first time you'd ever said those words to him.

His eyes went wide, mouth opening in shock, "You love me?"

"Of course I do," You sniffed, wiping a lone tear away, "Look at everything we've done. Of course I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

He crossed the room towards you, desperate to take you in his arms, but you stepped away, shaking your heard.

"No- you know what? I've never felt love like this before, and I never wanted this to be the way I told you."

"Doll, I'm sorry-"

"Nah, actually...why don't you call me when you grow up a little? I'll stay with Em."

With that, you left the room, updating Alex on what had happened before he left, and you grabbed your few belongings and headed to Emily's.

By the time you'd locked yourself in her room, Graves was still stood in his office, mouth wide and hands gripping his desk, thinking he may well have just lost you.

Sitting in the middle of this restaurant was awkward, to say the least.

Graves had left you a message to meet him here, and to dress up, so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, after ignoring him for the last week.

You had curled your hair, done your make up, and were wearing a gorgeous white dress, one that complimented your skin tone beautifully. 

One thing you loved about living in the stated was getting a great tan.

Graves almost stopped breathing when he saw you. First, because he was genuinely shocked you'd turned up at all, and second, because he couldn't believe how beautiful you looked.

"I'm glad you came, darlin'." He spoke as he sipped his wine.

"I'm surprised I did, wasn't going to. Funnily enough, you have Alex to thank for me being here at all."

He tried to act like your jab didn't bother him, but he couldn't help but tug on the collar of his shirt.

"I'm sorry, baby, I am. I should never have spoke to you like that, somethin' just snapped within me and I...I'm sorry."

"Alex was my best friend way before we were ever involved, Phillip. You know that, you were there through all of it. But if you don't trust me, what's the point?"

Tears welled in your eyes as your voice trembled. 

This wasn't at all what you wanted, but you'd never change who your friends were for anyone.

"I do baby, I trust you." He said, reaching over the table to grab your hands, "I just...You're too good for me, and I am so scared to lose you. I mean, I spent a year tryin' to get'cha, of course I'm gonna be wary of other guys around my girl."

You blushed at his words, heat rising through you as a bubbling feeling appeared in your chest.

"I meant what I said, Phillip. I love you. You're the one I want. But I just got Alex back, and now he's left again for the 141, I just wanted to spend some time with him."

He smiled, lifting your fingers to his lips, "I know, I love you too."

For the rest of the reservation, the two of you ate happily, reminiscing on your relationship, and now, joking about your first fight, hoping it would be the last.

Taking your hand, he led you out into the cold of the night, holding you close as the two of you strolled leisurely through the streets, finally taking the time to enjoy the night life of Fairfax, Virginia. 

Eventually, the two of you got to the park, marvelling at how beautifully it had been lit up by various lights and trail lamps. 

And when he led you to the promenade, you gasped. 

The walkway was bordered with twinkling lights, a small band playing music softly on the platform. In huge letters, strung across a sign, read Marry Me?

"Phillip...w-what the fuck-" You breathed out, hand coming to your mouth.

He smiled, taking your hand once more and pulling you into the middle, standing close to you. Immediately, you began to weep, you couldn't help it.

No one had ever done anything this special for you.

"Baby, relax," he laughed, "Makin' me all nervous, shit."

You looked down to see his hands shaking in yours, and you squeezed them encouragingly, looking back to him with a wet smile.

"(Y/N)...the day I met you, I knew I had to have you. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw your gorgeous ass walk across that tarmac, even more so when you shot my flirtin' right back at me. I knew then I had to marry you, if it was the last thing I did."

By now, you'd drawn a crowd.

Everyone who was on their even strolls, or walking home from their own dates, or maybe just out for a run. All of them had gathered, watching the moment unfold.

"You turned me down, over and over, but I didn't give up. I'd never give up on you. You're my little Reaper, baby. My own little badass. And almost losin' you last week because of my stupid ego made me realise how much I really can't live without you."

The tears were practically forming a river down both of your cheeks now, your entire body shaking.

Was this really happening?

"And then, you turned up tonight in a white dress, and I couldn't be more convinced you're my perfect girl. So..." he stopped for a moment, stooping down onto one knee and opening a velvet box.

You gasped, hand flying to your mouth.

It was gorgeous, and it was fucking huge. A beautiful diamond ring, fit for royalty.

"Lieutenant (Y/N) Price, will you do me the greatest honour of my life and marry me?"

Words wouldn't form, too overwhelmed with feeling.

All you could do was nod furiously, and Graves let out a relieved breath as he slipped the ring onto your finger before scooping you into his arms.

The crowd erupted around you, cheers and claps from every direction.

"Y-Yes." You finally squeezed out, "Fuck yeah, I'll marry ya."

He laughed, pulling away to take your face in his hand, "I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

And there it was, the final step in your life. The final title to make your world complete.

First a soldier, then a sergeant. 

Lieutenant.

Fiancée. 

[legendofmorons]

5 times myrah wakes up in Link's bed and 1 time he wakes up in her's

Pairing: Platonic Link & Oc, Platonic Wild & Oc

Rating: G

Summary: 5 times Myrah wakes up in Link's bed over the years, and one time that he wakes up in her bed

Warnings: cannon compliant character death, grief, angst

Other: The character death is just talked about, not seen. If I missed anything, let me know.

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1

Myrah wakes as most seven year olds do, at the crack of dawn. She stretches with a yawn and turns her head to see Link passed out beside her.

Huh.

She looks around and realizes she's in his room. Becuase her room dosen’t have the sheet music tacked up like his.

How'd she end up here?

Right, sleep over. That makes sense.

She sits up and starts shaking Link awake.

"Link."

"Mh." He groans, obviously not all that willing to be awake.

"Link, come on! Wake up! We should go start food."

Link just opens one eyes at stares at her.

"Come on, if we get up we can surprise everyone with breakfast!"

"No."

"Then I'll do it myself."

"No."

"Why not?"

Link stares her down as he wraps his arms around her, "You're warm and I'm sleepy."

"Ten minutes, and then I'm going downstairs." Myrah says, and even she knows it's a lie.

Link just shakes his head and pulls Myrah closer. Using her as both a pillow and a teddy bear.

Myrah lays back down and falls right nack asleep lulled into it with the soft breathing of her friend and the warmth from the blankets.

.......

2

Myrah has the worst headache when she pries open her eyes, groaning softly. Why does her head hurt?

Right. Training all day with no food or water. Ouch.

"You're up." Link says, his voice clipped and rough from disuse.

"Wish I wasn't."

Link snorts at that, eyeing her with something like amusement in his eyes.

"Don't start with me. I know what I did wrong."

He raises one brow, as if asking if she's sure.

"Oh stop that."

He shakes his head, whether he is doing that fondly or out of impatience is up for interpretation.

The door opens to Aryl and Callie, the younger sisters of Link both whispering.

"What is it?" Myrah asks, sitting up with thoughts of mutiny.

"There's food downstairs. Link helped make kt." Callie smiles.

"Thank you. And thanks Link."

Link just nods at her.

Myrah would ask why she's here and not at her house, but she also knows she was supposed to stay the night anyway.

Some things just are.

.......

3

Myrah wakes to someone shaking her, based on the fact they're touching her at all she's going to guess she knows them. She isn't exactly soft looking these days.

"Hm- fuck off." Myrah says.

Tye person shakes her more insistently, fingers digging into her arm and shoulder.

Myrah groans as she pries one eye open. Her gaze meets familiar blue.

"Link, what?"

"Get up." He says, "we're late."

"Late- fuck training!" Myrah sits up, eyes scanning for her armor and finding it scattered near Link's dresser.

"Everyone else has left." Link says with a sigh, watching Myrah with somethings close to fond exasperation circling his heart.

"I'm up. Thanks for lettings me crash here- I really can't stand my father this week."

Link nods to her as he grabs his boots and starts tying them.

Myrah sighs, she understands that he doesn't talk much anymore... But she misses when they could have long conversations without her struggling to translate the sign language.

But she also knows there's no point whining over that. She still has Link and he still talk to her.

Myrah is quick to get ready, pulling her hair up as Link leads her out if the room.

.......

4

Myrah feels the bandages before she even opens her eyes, her mouth feels dry, and her body - well, she feels like Vah Naboris itself stomped all over her and then zapped her for good measure.

Her eyes open to Link's room, pictures and sheet music tacked up haphazardly.

"Myrah!" Callie's voice calls, "You're okay! Thank Hylia!"

Myrah turns, groaning as her eyes fall to where Callie is jumping out of the chair by the bedside.

"Cal?" She manages, voice cracking and failing.

"We thought we lost you too." Callie explains as she picks up the pitcher on the bedside stand and pours a glass of water.

Myrah groans, sitting up slowly and with stubborn refrain.

She takes the glass from Callie with a nod, downing it quicker than is smart on an empty stomach but her ears are ringing too loud to think.

"Wait- lost me too? Who did you loose?" Myrah asks, memories swirling like dust in a sunny room.

She isn't sure what happened beymteeen her desperate war cry in battle and waking up here- but she doubts it'd good.

Callie just looks away, "Everyone. Everyone but you, and Aryll. We have left since we brought you back."

"So Link-"

"Yeah."

"And the champions?"

"If they aren't dead yet, they will be soon... Gannon has control of the guardians and divine beasts."

"Fuck... Zelda is she-"

"She's gone to fight gannon herself."

Myrah can feel her throat closing as tears gather in her eyes. She lost everything and- and for nothing.

She's alone-

"I have to go home... my people will need me."

"Stay tonight. Let us feed you."

"I-"

"Please. Myrah, you are family... We can't let you go until you're rested and fed."

"Okay..." myrah says, and that word alone feels like resignation.

.......

5

Myrah wakes a lot like she did a hundred years ago after fighting of undying monsters- which is to say she feels like she died.

Her eyes open, staring at the ceiling of the house Link bought a few weeks ago.

With a groan she turns, finding Link walking towards her.

"Link? What happened?"

With a shake of his head he sighs, "You're such an idiot."

"You have to he more specific - did we loose Vah Ruta?"

"No. You took a hit for me that nearly killed you."

"Oh. Sounds like me."

"You're a stubborn ass."

"I've heard that once or twice... ugh- did the beast run me through or something?"

"Yes, actually. He did."

"Good godess Hylia and her tits," Myrah grits out, pushing to sit up, "This hurts a lot."

"Good, stop being stupid."

"I feel the love."

"Good."

.......

+1

Link wakes up with a pounding headache and sore bones. Something is touching him- a hand. A soft hand.

His eyes open, and he's met with wooden walls decorated with pictures and weapons alike.

He's in a large hammock- Myrah's bed then. She'd had the hammock as long as he could remember. She sleeps in it most nights when given a chance.

The bedroom door opens to the smell of mint tea.

"Oh- you're awake." Myrah says softly, "Is Zelda up?"

Link glances over before he shakes his head, "No."

"That makes sense she's been tired for a long time. I brought some tea for you. "

"Thanks."

Link sits up before clumsily getting out of the hammock, sitting on the bed below the thing that Myrah keeps for nights she wants an actual bed.

"Why the hammock?" Lonk asks, reaching out to take the karge mug from Myrah.

"So if you guys fell out you'd hit something soft."

"Hm."

"Dribk the tea, it's- a family recipie."

Link levels her a look, her family had been gerudo. It seems unlikely her aunt bad taught her thks- though maybe Herr hylian father?

"Fine it's your mother's." She says with a sigh, "But either way it's always been good for the nerves."

"My mother?"

"I'll tell you anything about your old life that you want. But first we beed to get ypu rested and fed."

"Okay."

[varjopeura]

🎯, ❤️, 🥊 for any/all of the blorbos! I'm curious about the lot of 'em. :D

🎯 -What do they do best?

(I'll include a few word introductions of the blorbos here too, gives the answers just a little bit of context)

Todenmukaisuus (or Tomu for short, since her name is so. fucking. long. Fun fact: her name would directly translate to Veracity!) is my current D&D character and main blorbo, a light-hearted tiefling rogue running from her past and trying to make friends with everyone she meets. Tomu would love to claim that she is an excellent liar, swindler and snake oil salesman, very good at persuading people to pay money for things they definitely should not buy - but she isn't half as good a liar as she wants to be. Yes, she's very good at crafting her fake potions and forging papers, but the moment she tries to cook up a good hoax in practice she ends up being way out of her depth. Her actual talents are in the crafting bits. (Like, don't get me wrong, she actually should be very good with the lying too, she definitely has the stats and skills required for it - she just can't for the life of her roll any good when she attempts deception.)

Glimmer, my precious, my favourite, my literal ray of sunshine, is a tiefling cleric of the Dawnfather Pelor, devout in her worship of powers of light and good. Glimmer is a healer in both physical and spiritual sense. She knows how to treat a wound, be it with magic or stitches, and while she's patching you up she's going to do her best to get your mind at ease, too. Whatever worries you, she'll make sure it's not your problem anymore - whatever you've done is more than enough, you are enough, you are loved, she loves you. And whatever it was that worried you, those are now Her worries, her burdens to bear. She's way too good at taking responsibility in things she can't change, and exceptionally good at worrying about stuff.

Lila is a young half-elf with a newly found sorcerous talent and a found family consisting of a major criminal organization. Currently deeply involved in a war between said organization's different factions. Lila has a natural affinity to magic that mainly has to do with death and undeath. She is a trained liar and manipulator, as well as a thief and smuggler. I'd still consider her true talent to be Following Orders. She will do anything and everything her criminal family requires her to do, and no matter how hard the task, she will keep going at it until she finds a way to succeed. Left at her own devices, she will usually either freeze or do something extremely stupid, but when someone else is there planning things and giving orders she really shines at executing the plans.

Aalo is my character in our Vampire: the Masquerade campaign! She's a professional art photographer and hobbyist ghost hunter, and these days also a horrifying undead abomination vampire, plagued by prophetic visions and unpleasant hallucinations. Aalo has spent her entire life studying all things paranormal and occult, and her strongest skillsets lie in using that knowledge to her benefit. She's also useful to have around for some light breaking and entering, but other than that? She is actually kind of useless, I love me a pathetic woman :D

(ohhh this is going to get Long, isn't it?)

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Todenmukaisuus' favourite memory is actually a fairly recent one! (Mainly because the good memories of her past are now shaded by feelings of heartbreak and betrayal - the wonderful memories of hangout sessions with your best friend aren't as wonderful after you've realized the horrifying amounts of abuse and gaslighting that same friend subjected you to). But even ignoring that, the enchanted bubble bath shared with a whole bunch of new friends would've made the list of Tomu's best memories. Her party had just arrived to a new city, one that she'd wanted to see for ages, and were staying for the night in a Super Cool Wizard Tower with a Super Cool Wizard living in it. Attached to their room was a small bathroom with a bathtub enchanted to always stay warm, with fresh water constantly pouring in in a gentle stream. The walls were covered with shelves filled with dozens of little bottles of perfumes and soaps and bubble solutions, all of them of delightful and exotic smells and colors. After weeks on the road and months running from her past, that kind of luxury in itself was a dream come true! But the most important thing was that there, crammed into a one-person bathtub with two other people, playing with the floating bubbles and laughing and play-fighting, Tomu felt really and truly safe and happy for the first time in gods know how long. At that moment she realized she wasn't traveling with these people because of some duty or debt or even convenience, but because she Actually Liked them. They were Her people, and this was Her city, and everything was going to be okay after all.

One of Glimmer's fondest memories is from a time she was very young, so it's more of a series of brief recollections and feelings than an actual scene. She was maybe six?, seven? at the time, spending her time learning how to read. It was a particularly beautiful day, so her teacher took their lessons to a nearby park, where she could study sitting under a great oak tree. Glimmer remembers the warm sun on her skin, the sounds of birds, the painstaking process of slowly turning the symbols on paper into spoken syllables and words; a deep sigh after a challenging sentence, a laugh, her hand brushing the soft green grass; her fingers finding a four-leaf clover and picking it up; her teacher agreeing to save the lucky clover between the pages of a book; the feeling of having a mutual secret and the spark of friendship forming between the teacher and the student. Glimmer still carries the dried clover with her in her adventures, as a personal treasure from her past.

Oh, Lila gave me the hardest time with this one! She vehemently refuses to pick a single memory among many happy ones - the good times before the Bad Stuff Happening were good, that's the end of it. No need to dwell on memories when there's things to fix in the present.

The absolute highlight of Aalo's life and undeath was her first art gallery exhibit. The rush of seeing her works on someone else's walls, the same works that were so often described as off-putting or unnecessarily macabre, and seeing people actually Looking at them, interested in them. Interested in what she had to say with her art. Appreciating her vision. She never quite figured out the right words to describe her feelings at that time, but nonetheless she's been chasing those same feelings over and over again ever since.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Todenmukaisuus loves encountering anything New and Interesting and Exciting, be it a new person or item or activity. She loves traveling to places she hasn't yet seen, loves getting swept up into unexpected adventures, and loves spending her money on useless but beautiful gifts for her friends. She absolutely fucking hates touching anything dirty or gross or otherwise icky (unless it's some poisonous substance you can squeeze out of a defeated monster, then it loops right back into the 'interesting new things' category, for some reason).

Glimmer enjoys the simple things in life. Baking fresh bread, sitting down with a cup of tea after a day's hard work, finding some peace and quiet in meditation. And, altough she might not readily admit it, she really loves casting Fireballs. What's not to love in a big fiery boom! She hates spending prolonged times outside of daylight, and talking to pompous people in positions of power.

Lila loves to drink expensive wine in good company (or cheap wine in Really Good company), she loves going out to all the super fancy places and behaving like a real and proper upper class girl would, but more than anything she loves getting into dumb and completely avoidable trouble, going 'yes and' to bad ideas until she's horribly tangled in a very bad scenario, and then desperately wriggling her way out of it. She hates having to make actual Important Decisions without someone telling her what to do.

Aalo's favourite activity in the whole wide world is to uncover secrets, dig up dirt on people, and solve mysteries, especially of the supernatural kind. She also deeply loves photography, including every step of the process from planning elaborate ideas and weird technical tricks to actually developing the film. She hates staying still and spending her nights alone.

[sunkibae]

DECODE; eli moskowitz | chapter III

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x fem!oc

Warnings: bullying, some swear words, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2031

A/N: it's a bit angsty, and there are some mentions of Kellys past but nothing specific yet

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"Cyberbullying is no joke," Ms. Blatt's loud voice echoed through the cafeteria, but most of the students seemed completely unconcerned. "Sending someone hurtful messages is just as damaging as saying it to their face."

Kelly looked around the cafeteria and the only thing she noticed was Kyler and Brucks snickering at Blatt's speech. She sighed, glancing at Sam, Yasmin, and Moon, who didn't even look up from their phones.

"I won't give a name, but a certain mother called me because her son was crying after kids laughed at his facial scar on the internet," Kelly's gaze fell on Eli sitting next to her, the boy hunched over, covering his mouth with his hand. Whispers spread through the cafeteria, and a few people started pointing at him. Griffiths sent the boy a reassuring look, placing her hand on his shoulder in a gesture of support.The blonde merely flinched at her touch, unable to lift his gaze to her.

"But we want to make this school safe for all students," The teacher continued her monologue, even though everyone had once again stopped paying attention to her.

"If you're tired of it, my dojo is looking for students," Miguel turned to Eli, who surprisingly nodded and didn't look like he thought it was a terrible idea at all.

"Sure. Did you hear Eli?" Demetrie interjected, in a mocking tone. "Learn karate and you'll kick some major ass."

"I'm serious," Diaz straightened up in his chair, now addressing everyone at the table. "My sensei is cool, I'll get you all discounts. You too, Kelly."

"Sounds interesting, but we prefer to spend the afternoon playing games instead of getting punched in the face," Demetrie didn't sound at all interested in his friend's proposal. However, Kelly could see that Eli didn't completely agree with him. She sighed heavily, realizing that even now the boy was unable to stand his ground.

"Kelly?" Miguel looked at her expectantly.

"I'm not doing karate anymore," she stated briefly, then cursed under her breath as she realized what she had just said.

"Wait a second," the boy leaned towards her, with a considerable curiosity painted on his face. In fact, the whole trio was looking at her expectantly. "Do you know karate?"

"I used to do it," She emphasized the ending of the word, then sighed upon seeing their faces, realizing they wouldn't let up until she said something more. "My mom is a black belt, she taught me since I was a kid. I used to train a lot when i lived in Boston, went to some competitions sometimes."

Kelly ograniczyła swoja wypowiedź najbardziej jak mogła, na ten moment nie miała ochoty tłumaczyć im niczego więcej na temat swojej przeszłości. Ogólnie nie miała ochoty w żaden sposób o niej myśleć.

"Wow, Kelly, that's amazing," Miguel clapped his hands. "Please, you have to join Cobra Kai. Sensei Lawrence would be thrilled to have someone who already knows something and isn't just another loser."

"Miguel, no," she said firmly, then took a deep breath and added. "I have my reasons, and please respect that," after her words, the boy fell silent, retreating to his place. He didn't want to pressure her, but he desperately wanted to gain new students and help Johnny in any way he could. Miguel wasn't going to give up completely, he was sure that with small steps, he could convince Kelly to return to karate.

"And one more important thing!" Ms. Blatt said even louder. "We are all looking forward to the Halloween ball, but let's not let our costumes offend others. Instead of dressing up as a sexy nurse, dress up as a gender-neutral hospital worker."

"Maybe I'll just go as a nun," Kelly laughed.

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Kelly touched up her lip gloss while looking in the mirror in the school bathroom, listening to the muffled music thumping from the gym. She had come there alone. Yasmin and Moon had been giving her disgusted looks for a few days, which she didn't really care about, and Sam still wasn't talking to her either. At least not at school. Larusso had texted Kelly a couple of times, but she stopped when her friend replied that since they weren't talking in person, they wouldn't be texting either.

The brunette adjusted the last bandage she had wrapped around her entire dress to imitate a mummy, tossed her hair back, and headed toward the gym. She had previously texted Eli about when him and Demetrie would show up at the party, so she was sure they would already be there.

As she entered the gym, she immediately felt the stuffy air, a bunch of sweaty students in one place were doing their thing. She looked around the sides of the gym, knowing that she wouldn't find her new friends among the people dancing on the floor. Just as she thought, Eli and Demetrie were literally leaning against one of the walls, and in front of them stood a boy in a skeleton costume, so she assumed it was Diaz.

"Demetrie, did you dress up as some kind of druid or what is that?" she asked, resting her elbow on Miguel's shoulder.

"I can't believe it. You didn't watch "The Amulet" too," the boy scoffed. "I'm a necromancer," he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Whatever that means," Kelly said, then glanced at Eli, sending him a slight smile. "For that, I bet a hundred bucks that Eli is a plastic surgeon." The boy looked at her surprised but nodded, conceding her point.

Kelly was bored to tears. For half the evening, she tried to persuade the boys to go dance with her, but unfortunately, none of them were eager. The three of them just stood by the table sipping punch, until soon they all went to the bathroom together. The girl felt terrible, catching eye contact with Sam, who was sending her apologetic looks.

She felt sorry for their relationship, deeply hurt that the girl still couldn't stand by her side. She knew that LaRusso was waiting for her to reconcile with Yasmin and Moon so that everything could return to normal, but Kelly wasn't even considering that. When she finally distanced herself from them, she saw the whole picture of who Sam's friends were and had no plans go back to them. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice or even thrice considering her past in Boston.

Kelly was about to go look for the boys when she saw Aisha leaving the room with her head down. Out of the corner of her eye, she also noticed Yasmin, who was proudly watching the girl leave, laughing to herself. She glanced at Samantha, who was just standing next to her with a grim expression. Griffiths couldn't believe it, she hardly recognized Sam and started to wonder if she even wanted to call the girl her friend anymore. She turned around, tense, and quickly left the room, hoping to find Aisha somewhere. She met the girl once before, when they were kids and Kelly was in town visiting the LaRussos.

"Aisha, wait!" She shouted after her when the girl was almost at the school exit. Robinson stood and turned uncertainly toward Kelly, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Come on, finish off the downed Kelly," Aisha said bitterly, then blinked several times to keep from crying. "It can't get worse than Yasmin anyway."

"Aisha, calm down." Kelly took two steps toward her and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Yasmin is Sams friend, not mine," she explained, seeing the complete lack of trust on Aisha's face.

Kelly was starting to realize the situation she had landed in. People she had hung out with the whole summer had bullied half of the school, and she was selfish enough not to see it earlier. No wonder people still saw her in their category, even if she didn't talk to them. By associating with them before, she had given her approval to their behavior and supported it.

"Kelly, since you moved here, I have seen you on every photo they posted. What do you think that looks like?" Aisha's nervous voice sent chills down her spine. Kelly was so mad at herself at this point, she promised she would never let things like that happen around her ever again. And she didn't keep the promise.

"I was too busy with myself to notice," she muttered, lowering her head. "I never really got close to them, I only spent time with them because of Sam. I'm sorry, Aisha. I should've reached out to you, even when Sam didn't."

"It's okay, I understand," Aisha calmed down a bit, nodded and gave Kelly a slight smile. "I've known Sam since childhood, I get why you thought everything was fine since they are her friends. After all, you didn't know many people here."

"But now I know, and I made my own decision about who I want to spend time with," she said, also smiling at the girl. "But I wish Sam would open her eyes. I've tried to explain to her several times over the summer that something is wrong with those people, but my words just bounced off her."

"She's rich and pretty, she fits in perfectly with them," Aisha shrugged, then chuckled softly. "There's still just the matter of her really getting together with that idiot Kyler"

"I'm sorry to inform you, but she already did." Kelly said, making a typical sour face like Yasmin's, after which both she and Aisha burst into loud laughter.

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"Well, what does that mean? No more karate?" Demetrie asked, sounding very unsure of himself.

"Probably," Miguel's lack of emotion broke Kelly's heart. She knew that feeling well, she missed karate too. It was something she was truly passionate about and even this was taken away from her.

"It'll be better this way," Alexopoulos stated. "You were getting too confident."

"And since when is that a bad thing?" Kelly furrowed her brows, glaring at the boy.

"Since always," Demetrie said confidently. "If he gets too cocky, they'll give him a black eye and throw his backpack in the trash."

"I liked that you stood up to Kyler," interjected Eli. Kelly was about to agree when Demetrie spoke again.

"You guys have lost it!" he almost shouted. "Tell me, what's the best superpower to have?"

"Super strength," Miguel answered without hesitation.

"Wrong. Invisibility," Kelly shook her head disapprovingly at the boy's words. "Or maybe super speed, so you can escape quickly."

"Escape from whom?" Kelly looked up, hearing a stranger's voice. She took a deep breath upon seeing Kyler, who grabbed Eli by the neck, leaning over the table at which they were sitting.

"We'll be leaving now," Demetrie commanded, and everyone stood up, turning towards the exit. But before Eli could leave, Kyler grabbed him by the neck again, turning the boy towards him.

"Where do you think you're going? Look at this weirdo," the boy laughed, grabbing Eli by the face. "Seriously. What girl would want to kiss that shit?"

"Piss off, Kyler," Kelly snapped, pushing her way in front of Miguel and Demetrie. Park abruptly released the blonde and approached her, laughing under his breath.

"Oh right, I forgot." The boy raised his hand toward her face, but Kelly immediately swatted it away. Kyler scoffed and continued. "Don't worry, Kelly, Yasmin explained everything to us. Did he already fuck you for standing up for him? It's a bit disgusting to let someone like him touch you, even for a whore like you."

"Kyler, shut up!" Miguel lightly pushed Kelly back, seeing the growing anger on her face. But Kyler didn't even let him approach, immediately pushing him on the bookshelf.

"Haven't you learned your lesson Rhea?"

He laughed, looking Diaz straight in the face. "Get the hell out of here."

The boys left immediately with Kelly following them but something stopped her. Samantha was standing between the shelves with a book in her hands. Kelly scanned her from head to toes, and took a deep breath.

"That's what I was talking about Sam," Kelly laughed sarcastically. "What a nice boyfriend you have."

[svtcool]

Thaaaaaaaaaaankkkkkkkkkkkks a looooooooooooooooooot!!! Really, thank you I didn’t know there are more people love my boy I couldn’t believe my eyes reading religion, parents part Oh my Yomy lucky boy getting so much loves!! Of course I’ll draw him in future but please be aware I’m such a slow drawer :D... And I’ll post SFW OC stuffs on this blog from now, I want to make ssscool blog only for hard NSFW

[uchihashisui-kun]

I think I should finally do this, especially since every other rp blog has a pinned post about rules and such.

This is a master post about the blog!

(And it's gonna be long)

"I don't even know if there is such a thing as justice in the shinobi world. We fight believing in our own justice. But if the enemy is doing the same thing, who's right?"

- Uchiha Shisui

About the mun:

I'm Mar, italian, he/him, 25 y/o

I like reading and writing, I have two cats and two dogs and I bullshit every day my way through life

You can also find me on my side blog @shimura-rp and on AO3 under the name of RafuMeika

Rules:

- Don't be a dick

Things I'm okay with:

- Uchihacest (incest between Uchiha) pairings

- NSFW

- Fluff, angst, comedy, horror, gore

- Torture, rape/non-con (but only if we talk about it first)

- OCs

- Canon compliance, AUs, Canon divergence

- Characters who are male, female, cis, trans, nb, genderfluid, gay, straight, ace, aro, whatever other there is, you're all welcome, we accept everyone here

- Almost any pairing at all. Just write me if you ship our muses together and we can work with it

Things I'm not okay with:

- Uuuh...

- Look, outside of a few extreme and disgusting kinks like scat, vomit, spit and the likes, I'm here for everything

-If I find something to add I'll modify this in the future

About my Shisui

(meaning, I took what little we know of his background and I modified to my liking. Also meaning, don't expect for my Shisui's background to be completely canon.)

Background:

Uchiha Shisui is an orphan, descendant from Uchiha Kagami and with Uchiha Obito as his older brother. He graduates from the Academy during the Third Shinobi War, when he's 8, after the news of Obito's death makes his Sharingan activate.

He's immediately placed on a genin team with his best friend, but right after the war ended Shisui witnesses his friend's death, and because he feels responsible his Mangekyō Sharingan awakens, after which he's pushed from the clan to become chūnin.

After that happens, Shisui is placed under Yamanaka Inoichi to make sure that this much grief in a 10 years old won't drive him to an early grave, and he eventually, officially, becomes his student.

He meets with Uchiha Itachi around a year later, and they become best friends pretty quickly. Their bond strenghten with time, to the point where it becomes brother-like.

During this time, he also starts making a name for himself as 'Shunshin no Shisui' (or 'Shisui of the Body Flicker', if you prefer the translated version) and quickly becomes jōnin, gaining an entry in some of the Bingo Books all around the Elemental Country with a 'Flee on Sight' mark.

Shisui eventually joins ANBU, and when Itachi does as well, he's tasked by the Konoha Military Police Force to spy on him. Despite the mission, Shisui sympathises with Itachi and the two Uchiha decide to work together to find a way to stop the coup d'état that the clan wants to do against the village.

As time passes, the Uchiha clan grows angrier and slowly more violent, driven from the distrust of the village due to the suspicions about their involvement in the Kyuubi no Kitsune attack, to the point where Shisui decides to approach the Sandaime to tell him the truth. Trusting Shisui, Hiruzen tasks him to spy on the clan for the village.

As the time goes on, Shisui is more and more perplexed and worried about the fact that the clan will not deter from the coup d'état, and also very concerned about the fact that they can't seem to see the consequences that would follow their actions.

This brings Shisui to a decision: he will use his Mangekyō Sharingan, Kotoamatsukami, on Uchiha Fugaku to change his mind about the coup d'état. Unfortunately, the day Shisui is supposed to make his move, Shimura Danzō approaches him to stop him.

Danzō believes that manipulating the Uchiha clan head will not end the conflict, and that Shisui will eventually try to manipulate everyone else as well, like Danzō himself and even the Hokage. For this reason, he decides to take Shisui's eyes for himself, driven by his desire to protect the village in his own way.

Made weak by an Aburame poison, Shisui loses his right eye before he is able to escape, chased by Danzō's ROOT operatives to steal his left eye as well, but he's able to lose them and meet with Itachi at the top of a cliff, right over the Naka river.

Fearing that Danzō was right in believing that Shisui's plan would not work, and also afraid that the elder will continue to pursue him to take his left eye, he entrusts his left eye it to Itachi, asking him to protect both the Village and the Uchiha name.

Shisui also tells Itachi that the Uchiha will be able to find a suicide note in his house, saying that he had decided to destroy his own eyes before killing himself to prevent conflict from arising over his eyes within the clan, and then writing that he cannot follow through with the coup d'état.

Sadly, the clan doesn't understand his desire for peace and his hope for reconciliation, blaming instead Itachi of having killed Shisui in order to awaken his Mangekyō Sharingan.

Throwing himself in the Naka river, Shisui is able to erase his existence and leave no corpse behind.

Personality:

Shisui is a humble and down-to-earth individual. He's not arrogant about his own talent or accomplishments, even if he's not above telling others when they make mistakes. He's open-minded, and he never stubbornly believes in one ideal solely, striving instead to find and see the unique nature of any situation before him.

Shisui is also deeply compassionate, even to enemies, showing more than once sympathy and kindness, even to shinobi labeled as traitors. He is also shown to be very perceptive and intuitive from a young age, able to see through the emotional nature of others and likewise able to notice the smallest details around him.

Shisui cares for Itachi very much, seeing him as a little brother of sort and teaching him self-sacrifice and how a true shinobi must protect the village from within its own shadow.

Shisui is also very devoted to the clan, which is why the Konoha Military Police Force asks him to spy on Itachi. It is also because of this devotion that the clan does not believe he could have committed suicide.

His devotion is so great that Itachi believes that if Shisui had been still alive during the night of the Uchiha Massacre, he would have fought against him to protect the clan to the very end, even from his best friend.

Despite this, Shisui is equally devoted to the village, a devotion so strong that he never fell victim to the Curse of Hatred.

However, Shisui has a darker side he is deeply ashamed of; out of envy to a friend who he believed had surpassed him in ability, Shisui withheld aid at a critical moment, leading to his friend's death. The guilt of what he had done was the reason Shisui started to consider himself a murderer, causing him to awaken his Mangekyō Sharingan, which he uses as a constant reminder of his remorse and vow to never succumb to such feelings ever again.

Shisui's devotion to Konoha goes as far as to think about putting the Uchiha clan head under an unbreakable genjutsu in order to stop the coup d'état that would inevitably lead to civil war.

Shisui is able to die with a smile, even after Danzō stole his right eye. He entrusts his left eye to Itachi, asking him to protect both the clan and the village, and goes as far as to erase his own existence to prevent his corpse from falling into the wrong hands.

Shisui greatly values the notion of family, and swears to never let the clan's issues to destroy the relationship between Itachi and Sasuke. He also has a sense of humor, often having fun in putting Itachi in difficult situations through Sasuke.

Shisui doesn't enjoy killing, and prefers to use non-lethal methods whenever possible to scare off the enemy, even when it is stated that he could kill many with ease if only he wants to. He also uses a genjutsu on Danzō when the elder tried to attack him the first time, refusing to kill him even when he tried to steal his eyes.

Abilities:

Even by Uchiha standard, Shisui is considered one of the most talented members that the clan ever had, and both Danzō and Hiruzen see him as the strongest Uchiha of his time.

Shisui's abilities allowed him to rise to the rank of ANBU after only a handful of years of being a shinobi, eventually becoming a captain of his own squad.

His prowess was so widely known that an entire squad of Kiri-nin quickly chose to flee upon learning of his presence rather than to confront him.

[sheresh0y]

Mar'eyce Introduces:

Ro Donetta-Awaud: He/Him, 30-ish

Along with his family:

Dagon Donetta-Awaud: He/Him, 28-ish

Tann Donetta-Awaud: 11-ish

Kato Donetta-Awaud: 5-ish

Ellis Donetta-Awaud: 5-ish

A/N: I decided to go balls to the wall with the rest of these characters. So much backstory. All of it. I'm dumping it right here. Drabbles will added, moodboards whenever the fancy strikes. The rest of Arumorut has had their stories told at this point in the story so, fuck it, whatever. I love these OCs too much and I'm screaming it from rooftops, baby. I know suck at writing children and these Awaud children are definitely come across as way too old but go with me on this. I also left the children's pronouns empty because I'm not entirely sure what they're all trying to tell me yet. I'll update it when they let me know.

Warnings: This fic and AU is 18+ for a reason. Mentions of parental death, swearing, slavery and unwanted children mentions. Ro's a little sad boy under all that armor.

Read from the beginning: Mar'eyce Masterlist

Ro Doneeta was born to Volya and Rol Doneeta, Twi'lek freedom fighters turned Rebels. When Ro had turned four, his parents went a on a routine trip for supplies and never came home. He was adopted shortly after by Kai and Ilyah, a quickly and quietly whispered pact made by the only two parents in their corner of The Rebellion after one too many close calls.

"Take care of them, for us. Please."

The Awauds openly encouraged Ro to participate in Twi'lek culture. Just because he was a Mandalorian now didn't mean he stopped being a Twi'lek as well. The entire clan learned Ryl and Kai and Ilyah found mentors for him to teach him the things they couldn't. They were never sure if they did right by their son, but they tried their best.

After the Awauds retired from the war and were sent back to Arumorut, when Ro and Kaiyah were sixteen, Ro threw himself into the deep end of medicine. It wasn’t humble in the way that Ba’buir was, he didn’t want to train the clan in first aid or help children with their sniffles. Ro had lost so much to the galaxy and this was his fuck you.

First, his ryma and kora, then his lek, now his buir. Kai’buir was physically there, but mentally, emotionally they were nowhere to be found. It was like he had died without dying. Ro decided he was going to fix it all, no one in his family was dying again. Nobody was getting left behind. For everything the galaxy took from Ro, he was going to drag back to this life with his bare hands.

After a few months of shadowing Ba'buir Nejaa, Ro was decided to pursue medical school on Naboo. It was a relatively peaceful planet, since tourism was most of the economy they were malleable to whoever was in charge. This meant that Ro couldn't just walk around anywhere. The Empire was still standing and he was a Mandalorian who may or may not be wanted.

Ba'buir Nejaa said no immediately. Their reasoning was the armor. Armor was important, every Mandalorian wore it all the time. The only reason Nejaa didn't anymore was because Kaiyah needed a new set and they had gifted their set to her. Ro didn't have this exception so he tried a compromise: he would wear the chest plate under his clothes. The plate was the biggest piece of armor he had and helped the most with regulating his temperature anyway. It wasn't comfortable but it was the best he could come up with.

About four years into his medical education, Ro met Dagon through some mutual friends. It was terror at first sight, the poor Zabrak man was missing nearly all of his right ear and Ro knew it was his fault. His stupid plan to fight an Aryx head-on had consequences he didn't full think of at the time.

Try as he might to avoid Dagon, it didn't matter. It was like the up and coming designer was everywhere, Dagon seemed to have his own gravity and Ro was quickly pulled in.

It didn't take long for them to fall in love, by the third official date Dagon was asking Ro to move in and by the fifth they were married. For his part, Dagon took everything Mandalorian related in stride. He barely blinked when Ro explained soulmates and the reasons they were both all scarred up on the first date. He just asked if 'his Mandalorian' had anyone to take care of him.

When Ro graduated school, not quiet a doctor but close enough, the couple had a long talk about the future. They both knew they wanted kids but The Empire was still looming. It wasn't safe for Mandalorians to be openly walking around and they were both faced with the thought it might never be. Dagon understood that his children would be raised Mandalorian. It was close to the way Zabraki culture was. Clans, fighting, it made sense for the most part. Even though he had parted he had parted ways with his family, Dagon knew Ro couldn't do that.

He had been officially introduced to most of the Awaud clan when Ro had graduated, Dagon threw a little get together in honor of his riduur and the only people on Ro's must invite list was his family. They had a bond that went closer than blood and Dagon knew his clan of two needed to do.

He moved the clan of two back to Arumorut, using the ship that Nejaa and Kaiyah brought to move the stuff that Dagon couldn't or wouldn't sell, Ro never seemed to hold on to much.

Ro was furious, initially. Dagon had plans, big plans, to be a designer and he was right at the cusp of finally getting his own line. Moving back to Arumorut would be a step back for his career or end it entirely. In Ro's mind, he could at least play security while Dagon chased his dreams and then they could settle down wherever. It didn't matter to Ro as long as he got to see his family regularly, somewhere Mid or Outer Rim, he didn't want to be too far in case of an emergency.

The move ended up being the best thing to happen to them, not a month after settling in Kaiyah brought home a little Twi'lek girl. She couldn't have been older than five, but with her malnutrition it was hard to guess and she didn't know. She didn't even have a name and barely spoke Huttese.

They named her Tann, for hope.

A year later, while debating on putting their names with an adoption agency now that The New Republic existed and Ro could get his record expunged since his Rebel activities were no longer deemed as 'treason' or 'terrorism', the twins fell in their laps. A woman had shoved the babies on Jax, who was working on a bounty at the time, she said she couldn't take care of them and knew that the Mandalorians could. Jax didn't have a soulmate at the time and knew that the Donetta-Awauds were thinking about adopting again, so he asked if they would like to add the Zabraki twins to their family. The boys couldn't have been more than a few months old, their skin was more pink than the vibrant red it now was.

Kato, for Dagon's father. Even if they didn't talk he still liked the name.

Ellis, for Ro's buir. It was her clan name before she joined Kai.

Ro knew he made the right choice when Kai-buir cried. It sounded terrible at the time, like he enjoyed making his father cry, but it was such a relief to find out that he could. That Kai wasn't entirely gone, just not always there.

Ro still asks Dagon if he regretted it. Losing his fashion line, being a boring tailor to people who didn't really need a tailor. On those days Dagon holds Ro closer, his chin resting on his Mandalorian's head, "Never. Not once. I've never been happier than when I'm with you. 'Boring tailor' and all. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare."

^ Ro in his full armor. Isn't he a handsome boy?

Translations & Other Headcanons:

Ryma: Ryl, mother

Kora: Ryl, father

Buir: Mando'a, parent

Kai-buir: Mando'a, masc parents typically go by the first three letters of their name followed by 'buir'. The Donetta-Awaud children don't really follow this rule since they have one Buir and one Edalinare (Zabraki, family).

Ba'buir: Mando'a, grandparent

I headcannon Ro as a doctor who did all the bookwork, but never the internships which I believe is eight-ish years of school? Correct me if I'm wrong I just wanted to keep the timeline in some kind of order for myself (leaving Arumorut at sixteen + eight years of school leaves Ro somewhere near 24 when they have Tann, 25 for the twins). I also know that half the stuff Ro does in Arumorut a unlicensed doctor could never do in real life, but in his mind it got him close enough to what he wanted to do, hence the joke about 'not a doctor but close enough'. He was pretty over med school, honestly. Besides, he learned the good stuff from Nejaa (who is nowhere near doctor status, think closer to field medic/EMT who has Seen Some Shit).

Riduur: Mando'a, spouse

Tann: Ryl, hope

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare: Mando'a, I know you forever, beloved.

In my brain, Dagon is like 6'4", 6'5"-ish and Ro is a short king comparatively coming in at a hot 5'8", 5'9" (he swears up and down he's a solid 5'10". He's not.) Ro is almost always little spoon and doesn't mind it one bit.

I feel like I need to add a disclaimer: did I accidentally create Numa and her uncle with Tann and Ro? Yes, yes I did. Do I really care at this point? No, because it makes moodboards easy. Numa and her family belong to Disney and Lucasfilms, I did not create them and I don't want anyone to think I did. That arc plus the fact she shows up in Rebels makes me cry.

[lovethisletters]

Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!

Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:

1.     "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".

2.     "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition. 

3.     The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".

 Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake

Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.

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3:04 am

Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up;  but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.

Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully.  Months or even years ago?

She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...

What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.

And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.

The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.

An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.

In.  That.  Exact.  Instant.

She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.

That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation;  she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.

The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...

—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.

—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…

—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.

Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty  due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.

—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.

The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.

Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.

—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.

—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.

His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness.  She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should;  but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.

But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.

—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.

Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.

But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"

Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.

—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.

—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her;  his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.

—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.

The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.

—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.

Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.

Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of ​​asking for help and this was no exception;  she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state;  but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.

So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.

After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.

—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?

Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.

—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.

He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.

—Go to your room, dummy!—

She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room.  However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.

She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...

A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.

But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.

—You're supposed to be asleep.

—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.

—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.

—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…

Her voice barely even believing herself.

—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.

—I… Um.  Yeah  Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.

Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human  being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.

In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.

—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.

—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.

Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.

—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—

He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.

—Good night, Tim.—

Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato.  The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.

—Good night, Faith.