#Open-Souce

[swanye-fediverse]

Looks like we picked up a modest amount of new followers (thanks, @queerplatonic-msr).

To answer your question – as the post is now restricted, for commenting –, things are still moving, albeit at somewhat of a pause (right now).

The whole family caught COVID, back in August (which our bodies did not take well, this round; gentle reminder to keep yourselves and others safe and keep masking), and I was let go from my job, after that.

As you might imagine, most of my time and energy is focused on trying to reemploy myself, at the moment; so a bit of a lull in development.

But I have every intention to continue working on Swanye, once I have a guarantee of income.

For newcomers, I lay out – at a high level – what I want Swanye to be and what I want it to do here: https://www.tumblr.com/swanye-fediverse/690187019453890560/what-this-project-is-all-about.

While that can be useful, – for some people – that format can be hard to get excited about so here're images of all the stuff that's been developed, so far:

Alright…; well, I was going to but Tumblr won't let me put any more than one video in this post so I'm afraid this is all I can show, here. But you can take a look at the original posts I uploaded, when I had been developing the feature, at the bottom half of this post: https://www.tumblr.com/swanye-fediverse/701303664961323008/swanye-fediverse-with-people-from-twitter-heading. I go into a little more detail in them and there are video descriptions, as well.

And I try to tag posts which talk about ideas I have regarding Swanye (that aren't development related), when I remember, with Swanye Meta.

In case Tumblr ever does actually go down, I have an account on Mastodon at https://fosstodon.org/@Swanye.

I have a lot of excitement about the social media, currently, that's being built and tries to circumvent or avoid Capitalism and Corporations; people want alternatives and we have a real opportunity to supplant the status quo – at the very least, in this niche – with something better.

[deltarune-au-domain]

this is my favorite of your ralseis,

i may take imsporation from he design

Go ahead!

[candyisntmyname]

If you watch youtube on android, windows, linux, or mac you should use grayjay !!! Very good app! if you can't pay you can just lie. that shit runs on the honor system

youtube is pulling this bullshit again

praying for the firefox gods to save me once more...

[theblackfemininesociety]

This Is Why I Deleted My Personal Social Media Accounts.

"Do not wait for the perfect moment. Take the moment and make it perfect. Trust your journey, invest in the end game."

Hi Besties,

For as long as I can remember, my life has been a journey - a quest for becoming the best woman I can be. It's been a winding path, with many detours and pit-stops along the way, but each step has brought me closer to understanding myself, my worth, and my purpose in the world. 

I started The Black Feminine Society as a platform to share my journey and to inspire others on their own. This platform has grown from a humble blog to a thriving community, a lighthouse for those seeking to embrace their femininity and navigate through life's challenges with grace and strength.

The Black Feminine Society is more than just a blog. It serves as a souce of inspiration and hope, an oasis of positivity, a safe haven for black women on their feminine journey. It's a space where we can let our guards down, lean into our feminine energy, and support each other through our triumphs and our trials.

So, why did I delete my personal social media accounts?

Simply put, it was a move towards growth, towards focus, and towards authenticity.

In this stage of my life, my brand and my mission have taken on a new level of importance. I am in my late 20s, and I firmly believe that God has given me a vision for this platform. I am at a point where I need to be fully present, fully devoted, and fully committed to bringing this vision to life.

Deleting my personal social media accounts was a necessary step in this journey. It has allowed me to focus on what truly matters - creating content that uplifts, inspires, and motivates. It has enabled me to delve deeper into my own personal growth and to work on becoming the best version of myself.

Just as I encourage you all to level up, I too am constantly striving to elevate myself. I have goals to achieve and habits to form that require my undivided attention. From hitting the gym to working on my self-confidence, I am committed to making life-altering changes.

My hope is that my journey inspires you. That it encourages you to take that leap of faith, to do the things you've been putting off, and to truly evaluate your life. I urge you to take this year to focus on you. To nurture yourself, to love yourself, and to grow into the best version of yourself.

With Love,

Leah

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[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Shigekiyo "Shigechi" Yangu (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) vs. Elizabeth Afton (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Y'all Hate Kids: Screwed By The Writers

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers)

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Shigekiyo "Shigechi" Yangu (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

cw child death

He was literally just some kid who was a bit annoying, the protags beat him up about it but they were chill after, and then he literally just wanted a sandwich and the bad guy killed him over it. He's largely forgotten by the story itself since his death, while being what alerted the good guy's to the bad guy's identity, is pretty much never mentioned again after they figure out the bad guy's name except in the opening songs. He gets hugely overshadowed by Reimi's death even though she was dead before the story began (or at least this part of it) and he was the one who actually died on screen, violently. The majority of fans who acknowledge his existence reduce him to a joke, and the most common thing said about him is "Shigechi deserved to die"

Elizabeth Afton (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Child death, child neglect, mentioned suicide/SA (specific to theories), FNaF core 6 spoilers

"Okay. So. This poor child was apparently neglected, left to die, potentially took her own life (depends upon the theory you subscribe to) all because she wanted to feel like her father cared about her for once in her life. And the fanbase saw this and said ""she is a whiny, spoiled brat who deserved to die, and also would deserve to be a victim of sexual abuse."" 

She is 7-10 years old. 

I say apparently because FNaF is really vague. All of this should be taken with a small grain of salt, because Elizabeth/Circus Baby is a purposefully-cryptic character. But from my (very intense) deductions, this is her story. 

Elizabeth was likely neglected and ignored by her father, who prioritized his animatronics over her well-being. (souce FNaF SL pre-night voicelines.) 

Her father, William Afton, cared about her in theory, but not in practice, and while he ignored her to a harmful degree, he also modeled an animatronic after her: Circus Baby. However, while the general fanbase treats this as a sign that he sees her as the favorite, it's actually the opposite. He built an animatronic designed to *harvest other people's souls* in his daughter's image, as a replacement for her. 

Over and over, she asks for his attention, wondering if she can spend any time with him or see what he's been making. He never replies, and she is only treated with silence. He knows this animatronic has the potential to kill her, but what does he do to keep it from hurting her? Not let her see it. That's it. Really some 10/10 parenting (read: neglect.) 

Usually, Elizabeth is naturally curious of Circus Baby, sneaks in to see her, and is murdered by the machine. Her father's only reaction is to hide Baby, so nobody has to know what happened. However, due to the vague nature of FNaF lore, it is also possible that Elizabeth knew Baby was capable of harming her, and purposefully sought her out in an attempt to end her own life. (NOTE: like most things, this is not 100% confirmed. If you choose not to believe this is canon, feel free to skip over to the next piece of propaganda.) 

The Lizzie/Baby combination created by her demise is so desperate for any attention or love that the tries to escape the facility where she's being held in the only way she knows how to do: following in her father's footsteps and taking a life. However, it's not until the last minute that she realizes she's murdered her brother. She manages to escape, via crawling into his body (long story) but has to separate herself from his body and literally *crawl into the sewers* as a mass of broken robot parts and wires. Still, she carries on, and in one last attempt to win her father's love, she reassembles herself out of literal garbage and old animatronic-related junk. She tries, one final time, to reach her father, but it's too late. By now, he's been dead for years, transformed into Scraptrap, which, if you didn't know, is an ugly, moldy fursuit shell, barely reminiscent of what it used to be. She sticks around for one last week, as an antagonist alongside the rotten remains of her surviving(?) family, all because she wanted to be loved. All because she wanted the basic respect she deserved. All because she was a sad little girl who wanted her father to care if she lived or died. 

And what reward does the get for this?

She's taunted by Henry, her father's business partner, trapped in a burning building, melted to death in a fire, and sent to the FNaF equivalent of Hell. 

She's not supposed to be a good guy, and she's definitely not a hero, but Elizabeth might've been seven years old when she died. And if you look at a lonely little girl who just wants to be treated like a person, who is forced to become a monster if she wants to survive, and you say ""she deserves to be abused,"" y'all just hate kids. "

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She is literally a baby. So what if she was forced via circumstance to kill that guy. Maybe if her dad didn't abandon her she would've turned out better. The fandom acts like she's the antichrist but there are other characters who get off scott free for doing waaaaay worse.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Do you have advice for dealing with having to take a break in your conversion process due to life circumstances? I haven't really officially started the process yet due to my rabbi being busy, but been attending a shul with people I love for months and it's become part of my routine. But due to having to move a bit farther away temporarily, I probably won't be able to go back for a few months and it's breaking my heart because going to shul for shabbat was honestly the best part of my week and idk how to cope with being away for so long :( ik there's options for zoom services but it just doesn't feel the same. Do you have any advice on how to deal with this/have you had to deal with something similar?? I just don't know who to talk to about it with anyone and it's really weighing on me, especially because the shul closest to where I'll be moving isn't super active. I really appreciate any advice you could give me if it isn't to much too ask, thank you <3

You have all my sympathies, anon. That's honestly really heartbreaking, even if it's a temporary break or even if it's something that can be resolved. I just want to make sure you know you ought to have the space to have this without feeling like maybe you're overreacting.

I think I might list some things - and these would be what I might do in your situation. I don't know if all of these will be accessible to you or something you aren't doing, so if it's not applicable, I'm sorry.

So, I might:

Get as much contact info as you can from members of the shul if you can. Keeping in contact with your community (even if you're away) can be really comforting. In my shul, we have people emailing who are very far away, and it's really nice to hear updates from the people who get emails from them

Do what you're comfortable with. How can you engage in judaism still? You might light shabbos candles, make challah, maybe study - these are all great ways to practice in a safe, controlled environment. Before I started the process, I definitely dove into studying, and it's definitely not ideal to study alone, but I do think it can be a good start if you use jewish souces

Alternative communities. Now, I live in an area with pretty much no jewish presence. I could number the jews I have heard living here on one hand. There's more catholic and litheran churches alone here than jews, so I myself rely on alternative communities. Find any jewish club, social hour, event, whatever that piques your interest and go. You are not an island in judaism. If a community doesn't call to you, you will find a new one. It might not be in-person, it might not always be organized, it might not be perfect, but that community must exist. It pretty much has to in judaism, I have found.

Don't be shy. To expand on that last point, you don't need to be shy about engaging in new communities. It's normal, it's natural, but if you're worried you'll make a bad impression, or make yourself out as a fool, or whatever... Your brain is lying to you. In my experience, the things I've been nervous about (that jews around me will think I'm an interloper, mostly) just aren't true. So many jews I have met are starving for new connections, especially from people who are genuinely interested in judaism and living a jewish life and they have the curiosity to be open to new people. I don't say that as a ride or objectifying thing - I've felt this way. I'm always starving to know everyone, especially in jewish spaces. Healthy jewish communities (I think and in my experience) are elated over new people

If you have already done some of this, I hope my suggestions don't come across as insulting your intelligence. These are the things I have done in a town with very few jews and in a space where it can be hard to engage with judaism properly and in the way I want. I don't understand your personal situation, but I do understand the heartbreak, frustration, and sadness of not having a jewish community or of not being able to live the jewish life you want, so I really hope you don't discount any of those feelings if you're having them. You deserve a healthy, vibrant jewish community and it's one of the lifeline of jews, I think, so it's understandable why it hits people so hard when there isn't that.

I hope that anyone here who also has ideas feels safe and comfortable to share them. This is a very common reality for so many of us, so you are definitely not alone in this. As heartbreaking as it is, you aren't the first person to experience this. I don't say that to discount you! What I mean is that you aren't alone in your feelings and that there are people out there able to empathize with you and want to help. There are few truly unique experiences, and that can be the biggest blessing that g-d could give. If you want or need to talk more, the doors here are more than open for you. Even if these suggestions don't work out for you, I still hope for the best for you, and I hope you find comfort in any community you can find

[prince-does-art]

My Commissions are OPEN, in the form of Ko-fi Donations!

One of my good friends, Toast (Click here for his twitter, and here for their Ko-fi) is getting surgery. Drawing is his only souce of income, and he will need time to recover! To help him out, all commissions funds from the next two months will directly go to him and his partner (and their cat!).

I can also do Sonic style redesigns of your OCs or pets!

Every reblog is a huge help.

[leiyahime]

Update on Advent 2023

Another few days passed. And another hiccup occurred... My thumb hurts from spinning, unwinding the spindle with my electric screwdriver (I guess that's the main souce of the pain) and work, so I haven't spun the last three days and will only resume on Sunday the earliest, to give it a rest. It was okay Wednesday afternoon so I started my new nalbinding project (A pair of socks) which turned out to be a mistake and yesterday morning my thumb hurt more than the day before... now it's okay again, but I don't wanna risk anything for the next two days.

Doesn't keep me from at least opening the fire bags of my advent calendar.

From the berries it turned into a nice cinnamon brown (I want apple cinnamoon cake/cupcakes now!!) and then a nice pine forest green and now it turned into turquoise! I looove this!!!

Oh and I plied the first batch. It's sooo beautiful! Days 1-8:

[ahordeofwasps]

OC in 3

I've been tagged by the spectacular @kaylinalexanderbooks! Thanks for the tag! I'm going to do this for an OC from Crying Wolf. I've already done this game for Ogwut, so I'm going to pick a different OC via dice roll. And the dice has chosen... Justine!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @writingamongther0ses, @chauceryfairytales, @deanwax, @the-down-upside-finch, and open tag!

Now, onto those images!

Souce: [one][two][three]

[ireallyamamessaboutreligion]

Call me Blue. I use all pronouns. I am (technically) pagan, and have contact with the following gods:

Amanaci (brazillian indigenous, tupi guarani from the sources I could find)

Arapé (brazillian indigenous, tupi guarani from the souces I could find)

Xochipilli (aztec)

Itzpapalotl (aztec)

Loki (norse)

Sigyn (norse)

Hel (norse)

Freyja (norse)

Freyr (norse)

Odin (norse)

Thor (norse)

Frigg (norse)

Minerva (roman)

Apollo (greek)

Artemis (greek)

Hades (greek)

Persephone (greek)

Hecate (greek)

Hestia (greek)

Cernunnos (celtic)

Nut (egyptian)

Arubani (urartian)

Selardi/Melardi (urartian)

Kuan Yin (chinese)

Amaterasu (japanese)

Ame-no-Uzume (japanese)

Inari Okami (japanese)

I also have contact with two spirits, being them my spirit guide and also the one known by most as Jesus.

Hate and religious intolerance will be block, as well as nazis.

I am open to asks about godphoning and my deities, and sometimes maybe godphones asks, but I can't garantee there will be a satisfactory answer.

[loz-stormseye]

Thatchfur Village

Zone 1 of Link's journey in a newly reformed Hyrule. Complete with fuzzy villagers, who would think anything was wrong?

[Photo ID : comprehensive guide (zone 1) Thatchfur village... A mysterious village, located near the coast. For some reason, every season it migrates to the other corner of the island. Some Thatchfur houses can be seen across all of Hyrule.

Thatchferians are a cat-like native species which have a peaceful and calm demeanor. Common clothing includes thick, wollen cardigans, still collar shirts and fish scales. Their main souce of food is fish. This accessory (a red fuzzball) is culturally significant). Most hate water.

Link starts here! End photo ID]

[Photo ID= A generic Thatchfur house= an image of a house with "three roofs" arranged like the top of a stereotypical cat head with a pointy hat, with a circular window at the front and other windows to the side. It has a porch and a door beyond the porch. On the sides, near the bottom are brick arches.

It has the labels : circle window, Thatch (for the roof), window, Brick arches, basement?, gap and porch. End photo ID]

[PHOTO ID: But wait! The house is the same as before, but there is a creature underneath, labelled Domestic Nevt. It has the house as a shell, like a tortoise, and has webbed feet and a tail that curles up. It's face is reminiscent of an axolotl. End photo ID]

[Photo ID: A sketch page. There is another domestic Nevt with an open mouth. Next to it says that they eat anything and live for 100 plus years. Next to it is a happy minimalist Thatchferian family with the house and Nevt, tilted. Underneath it is titled "always appears in portraits". There is a box containing domestic Nevts and houses with the word "migrates!". A small box is underneath that saying "mittens for claw growth duration" which is referencing the kitten next to it, wearing a collar. This is explained by words saying that kittens wear collars for identification (for sleepovers and such). End photo ID]

[Photo ID: A picture of a clueless looking Link, with lightning earrings and a woolen cardigan with a semi-tucked shirt. Beside this image there is an image of a sword, called "Banged up wooden sword" which has 15 attack power. Next to the sword is a wooden shield, which has 20 defense. Underneath, Links outfit is called Cosy clothes, which offers no defense but gives Link 50 Thatchfur reputation. Underneath that, there is an image of a lightning earring, which gives Link 10 lightning mastery. It is a reward from the quest "Ode to a storm". Underneath taht, there is an image of a Fishing Rod, with 15 attack and 15 fishing. It is a reward from the quest chain "a tale of 2 fishermen". End photo ID]

[Photo ID an image of a line that looks a bit like an ear, with an earring hanging off it. It is called the Fuzzball earring and it offers 100 reputation for Thatchfur village. It is found in a chest. Next to it is lore regarding the fuzzball, which states that the fuzzball represents the red moon of wilder times, when Thatferians split from their Linel counterparts. End photo ID]

Ok maybe the photo IDs are excessive but I want to make sure that everyone can be able to tell what is going on because they are a bit chaotic. Also my handwriting is illegible in parts.

[cagemasterfantasy]

Cleric (Grave Domain)

Gods of the grave watch over the line between life and death. To these deities, death and the afterlife are a foundational part of the multiverse’s workings. To resist death, or to desecrate the dead’s rest, is an abomination. Deities of the grave include Kelemvor, Wee Jas, the ancestral spirits of the Undying Court, Hades, Anubis, and Osiris. These deities teach their followers to respect the dead and pay them due homage. Followers of these deities seek to put restless spirits to rest, destroy the undead wherever they find them, and ease the suffering of dying creatures. Their magic also allows them to stave off a creature’s death, though they refuse to use such magic to extend a creature’s lifespan beyond its mortal limits.

Grave Domain Spells

Cleric Level 1: Bane and False Life

Cleric Level 3: Gentle Repose and Ray of Enfeeblement

Cleric Level 5: Revivify and Vampiric Touch

Cleric Level 7: Blight and Death Ward

Cleric Level 9: Antilife Shell and Raise Dead

Circle of Mortality: At level 1, you gain the ability to manipulate the line between life and death. When you would normally roll one or more dice to restore hit points with a spell to a creature at 0 hit points, you instead use the highest number possible for each die.

In addition, you learn the cantrip Spare the Dying, which doesn't count against the number of cleric cantrips you know. For you, it has a range of 30 feet, and you can cast it as a bonus action.

Eyes of the Grave: At level 1, you gain the ability to occasionally sense the presence of the undead, whose existence is an insult to the natural cycle of life. As an action, you can open your awareness to magically detect undead. Until the end of your next turn, you know the location of any undead within 60 feet of you that isn't behind total cover and that isn't protected from divination magic. This sense doesn't tell you anything about a creature's capabilities or identity.

You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Wisdom modifier (minimum of once). You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

Channel Divinity: Path to the Grave: Starting at level 2, you can use Channel Divinity to mark another creature’s life force for termination.

As an action, you choose one creature you can see within 30 feet of you, cursing it until the end of your next turn. The next time you or an ally of yours hits the cursed creature with an attack, the creature has vulnerability (Double Damage) to all of that attack's damage, and then the curse ends.

Sentinel at Death's Door: At level 6, you gain the ability to impede death’s progress. As a reaction when you or an ally that you can see within 30 feet of you suffers a critical hit, you can turn that attack into a normal hit. Any effects triggered by a critical hit are canceled.

You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Wisdom modifier (minimum of once). You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

Potent Spellcasting: Starting at level 8, you add your Wisdom modifier to the damage you deal with any cleric cantrip.

Keeper of Souls: At level 17, you can seize a trace of vitality from a parting soul and use it to heal the living. When an enemy you can see dies within 30 feet of you, you or one ally of your choice that is within 30 feet of you regains hp equal to the enemy’s number of Hit Dice. You can use this feature only if you aren't incapacitated. Once you use it, you can't do so again until the start of your next turn.

Souce: Xanathar's Guide to Everything

[asterkiss]

37“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” or 109 "Such big evil in such a little thing.” for Mabill

Given the souce material for the first quote, have a Pirate!AU!

-INCENTIVE

Mabel often found herself getting in more trouble than her family would like. In particular her twin brother often admonished her behaviour since usually he ended up getting pulled into her shenanigans and involved in some way or another. 

Which is why it was a nice change of pace when trouble found her instead of the other way around for once.

The teenager was overseeing the small trinket shop her uncle ran whilst he attended this morning’s hanging in the town square. Her brother had also popped out to go grab groceries which left her alone. In a shop. That was empty.

This was so boring.

Nobody came and shopped when a hanging was going on! What was the point of even being open? She groaned, draping herself over the counter as she pressed her face against the cool solid wood. Ah, that felt nice, especially with the morning sun filtering through the window and across her face. 

The brunette was just on the cusp of falling asleep when the bell above the door rang out, stirring her awake. The abrupt slam of the door that followed finished the job by yanking her the rest of the way to wakefulness.

‘Huh, what? I’m awake, I’m awake!’ She straightened up to attention, for a moment thinking it was her uncle. But when she looked in the direction of the door, she found herself staring at a ruggedly handsome young man dressed in dirty attire. 

‘Heyyyy there,’ she gushed, offering a wide smile as she leaned over the counter. ‘You seem familiar.’

He tensed.

‘Oh, right.’ She slapped herself gently on the head. ‘That must be because you’ve been running through my dreams all night.’ Wink. 

The stranger gave her a flat look. But before he could respond, the sudden sound of raised voices came from outside and he turned on his heel with panic. She blinked as he began shoving one of the shelves of stock in front of the door.

‘Hey, don’t do that! If you break stuff, you gotta pay for it or else Grunkle Stan will be mad!’

‘Shut up,’ he grunted.

She frowned. She’d said it as a pick up line earlier, but he really did seem like somebody she’d seen before. 

‘Oi, where’s the exit in this place?’ he snapped, shooting her a desperate look.

Mabel was still regarding him curiously when somebody knocked on the door.

‘Hello? Is anybody in there?’

The stranger looked towards the door with alarm, and it was then Mabel caught the flash of gold around his neck as the golden chain sporting a triangular pendant was knocked about. Her eyes widened.

‘Ohmygod, you’re that pirate they caught!’ she cried, recognising his face from the posters. It was his hanging Stan had gone to see! ‘Bill Ciph- ummhphph!’ She released a muffled yell as he leapt over the counter in a second and slammed a hand over her mouth. Her back collided against the wall behind her as he glared down, and she heard further commotion from outside as what she assumed were the authorities tried the door only to find it blocked.

‘Open the door this instant or we will be forced to knock it down!!’

Bill cast the door a side glance, and Mabel took the opportunity to distract him. His face immediately cringed as he withdrew his hand. ‘Did you just lick me?’

‘Yeah.’

He scowled. ‘Show me where the secret entrance to the basement is. I know all the shops on this street have one and that they lead to the sewers.’

‘Huh? How do you know that?’

‘Not important.’

‘I mean, it kinda is. Have you been stalking us?’ She thought he only entered town three days ago before being swiftly captured. 

He frowned, eyebrows drawing together. ‘...You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?’

‘Uh, I think I’d remember if I’d met you before,’ she replied, meaning that in several different ways. 

A loud thud suddenly came from the door as they began to ram it from the other side. A second later she found a knife in her face as the pirate hissed at her. 

‘Show me. Now!’

‘...Jeez, fine.’ She stepped around him and led the guy to the back room. Wasn’t like she had much choice when she was being threatened. The authorities would definitely believe her if she said so anyways what with her being a girl and all. She used a switch to shove the fake fireplace aside, revealing a small set of steps behind. ‘There.’

He looked from the tunnel and then back to her, gaze scrutinising. ‘Seriously, where have we met before?’

‘Hmm, is this your attempt at a pick up line? You are attractuve, but the knife in the face kinda ruined the vibe.’

He scowled.

‘Okay, okay, I might still be interested.’ A pause. ‘Except no, Dipper and Grunkle Stan would throw a fit if I swanned off with a pirate.’

His eyes widened. ‘Your brother is Dipper Pines.’ A second passed. ‘Tch, of course, you both have the same stupid look in your eyes.’

‘Yeah, you know him?’

His face suddenly darkened like thunder and it was the first time she found him genuinely threatening and fearsome. ‘That little brat stole my treasure from me! Where is he? Is he in this town!? He took a step closer, towering over her.

‘Huh? What? No way, you’re definitely lying. Dipper wouldn’t do that, he’s boring as hell.’

‘Your brother lied and cheated from me,’ Bill hissed, eyes alight with malice.

‘Nuh uh.’ Dipper fraternising with pirates? That was ridiculous! When would he even have the time? He’d just recently got back from a months expedition to deliver some important documents for his job!

…A job he was very vague about.

A job where she’d never even met his boss or colleagues.

A job that had him away for long periods of time at the most random moments.

…..

Well damn, what a liar.

As the realisation slowly dawned on her face, he snorted. ‘Looks like I’m not the only one he lied to.’

‘No way…’ she muttered, but this time there was no energy behind her words. 

‘What’s the matter? You thought he told you everything?’

‘Of course I did!’ she yelled, catching him off guard with her sudden eruption of emotion. ‘I tell him every little thing! Why wouldn’t he tell me? Does he not trust me!?’

He blinked. ‘You’re that close, hm?’

‘I thought we were!’

‘I see.’ He paused, and a calculating look came into his eye as the door in the shop began to be broken down, men tumbling in. ‘Well then, maybe if I kidnap you he’ll have an incentive to return what's precious to me, as well.’

‘Yeah!’ she cried, before his words registered a second later. ‘Wait, huh?’

‘Alley-oop.’ He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder with ease, vanishing down the stairs as the fireplace closed behind them. 

Huh, seems like the trouble she'd gotten in this time was a lot more serious than usual.

Oh dear.

[thescions]

“ don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are. “ - Venat/Hydaelyn for Minfilia c:

Reassurance Starters || Accepting

Minfilia could not remember the last time she had run so hard. In truth, she was running away from her friends' noble sacrifices just as much as she did the waves of enemies sent to silence them.

Just ahead of her, the Warrior of Light -- unjustly accused, more than the rest of them -- rushed on. Fierce, quick, but never once out of reach. Never once did she feel in danger of being left behind. She had always been guided and protected, nurtured and permitted to grow, with whispers of the Mothercrystal offering insight and reassurance.

You must return, Minfilia. Come back to me. My Champion must proceed alone.

It was the clearest she had ever heard Her Words. There was no reason to question them or disobey.

Now, in a rush of steps and shouts and Y'shtola's spell, she found herself floating in the aetherial sea.

Was she dead? Did that mean Y'shtola and Thancred were, too? Had they been crushed under the tunnel's collapse? Had she done what she was supposed to? Had she failed?

Before those thoughts could consume her, however, a comforting warmth indescriable bid she open her eyes. Before her stood a being that, immediately, she knew to be Hydaelyn, ethereal and wondrous and beyond any could imagine.

Hydaelyn told her everything -- everything that had come before and everything that would soon come to pass. Tales of loss and fire and faith. The truth of the Ancients, of the Souce and its Reflections -- of Her, Venat, the one who did what She could to preserve it all.

It was a tragedy that needed a beautiful conclusion. Minfilia knew that the Warrior of Light would deliver that hope in the end. And so she swore to assist Hydaelyn in all that she could, to do whatever was asked of her, no matter how dire it may be.

Again, Hydaelyn's words stopped her -- in a different way. A softer, warmer way. It reminded her of F'lhaminn, and for a moment, Minfilia could only feel guilt and sorrow over those she would leave behind.

But it was all for them. For her family, her friends -- though they would mourn her, they would continue living anyway. Even if it was hard. Finally, Minfilia looked up.

"And I thank you for that love," she bowed her head. "I thank you for all that you have done, Hydaelyn. And all that you will allow me to help you achieve."

Venat had made countless sacrifices for the people and the world she loved. Minfilia would do the same.

[lovelessprick]

Chapter 3

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Summary: With another truth slapping you, you'll do anything to escape this hellish reality.

Themes: Angst (a lot of action)

Warnings: gambling, persecution, mentions of violence, swearing, kidnapping, typical show violence

Words: 10k (I regret nothing)

BTW, this ends here, at least for now. I all of a sudden have a ton of work in my personal life, so you'll probably not hear from me for a while, love you all though <3

Even though you had a brief idea of what and how your plan was going to dissolve, you had to be honest with yourself, you were stuck in yet another messy situation. Two guards behind you, one in each side, in addition to about another four guards scattered around the luxurious dining room. A table placed horizontally, long enough to fit about ten people, and in the very middle none other than the person that had put a bounty over your head, lord Denter. 

The lord, sat on the other side of the table, and had an enourmpusly big feast. A range of meals adjusted to Denter’s refined and picky sensitive tongue, from local meals such as engine-cooked turkey with yellow berry souce placed irresistibaly on top of it, and you could see the little square cubes decorated within the berry sauce, and you’d recognized it as rocky fruit. And though you hated this place enough, you’d be willing to plot a fire and burn everything to a crisp, the yellow berry sauce was once of Maker’s blessings to you since you’d been trapped here.The rest of the plates you’d simply recognize as “rich fancy food” such as the golden stew within cascaded eggs seated right by the turkey or heat-style pudding which was further back to be eaten later. 

The lord, with a noticeable smirk across his face, took his cup containing Sunvasus wine. It’s exactly as it sounds, tilts from dark red to the palest of yellows scattered throught the classic cava glass, sparkling bubbles shown across it. 

Denter seemed like he was itching to say something, and knowing him, you knew it was to boost his already high ego, and most likely to put yours down at the same time. And once he took his final gulp of the wine, its warm colours reflecting onto his skin on his cheek, he spoke once again. 

“I’m very disappointed in you” he called out to you rather loudly, and his accent slapped you in the face. You’d completely forgotten how strong his background accent actually was, or even how it sounded. And it froze you in place. 

“Why so sad?” he was questioning you. You opened your mouth slightly, not because you were going to say something, but rather because you weren't expecting that question. But before you could go over your thoughts and think about what he was referring, he ranted on his little speech further. 

“Remember you are still part of this little joyful town” you listened on, trying to ignore the way he would entonate the r’s and not let a giggle come out in the middle of whatever this was. And with that, you let a little silent sigh escape your lips, easing you slightly. 

You weren’t sure why, but the moment you stepped on this very room, you were more relaxed than what you had anticipated, maybe it was because you felt you had some sort of control. You knew the blueprint of this palace like the back of your palm, and that thought gave you some sort of comfort. 

“You have made me very mad over the past years” his tongue pointedly said looking straight at you. A smile still remained on his face, but his stare was hard on you, a very cruel-like one too. One full of hatred and almost longing-like, one described as resentment written across his stare. He meant everything he just said now, and oh boy, you knew you had to leave now or you woudn’t be able to later. 

“And I’m delighted to see you back” he took a break from his staring to question which piece of culinary he’d take next. He grabbed the fork, and by his `playful nature, he spined the cutlery and land it onto his next meal, not before of course, sending you another threatening look. 

“Only time will tell you, you belong to me” At this point far from being scared, you were slightly amused at his indignant regards of your persona. And you coudn’t even be offended, not with the royal-like accent. So you had to stay there just trying to close off the slight warm feeling crawling to your heart, and hope to the Maker it wound’t be shown on your face. 

You really had a tragic life, your dad dies when you were just a teen, you are kidnapped and ensalved in this town, once you get just a bit of liberty, you have a bunch of bounty hunters chasing after you, and now you have to suffer through his delusional and egotestical monologue, honestly what came next? 

“You’ll soon remember I served you well” he ranted on, but you kept to yourself. You weren’t about to listen to this whole thing, not when he spoke to you in such a manner. And so your eyes landed just below him, to the food. You had felt this before when you saw the amount of food scattered effortlessly across the gigantic table, but you were very much hungry. You hadn’t eaten since the morning of the incident  when you came across for the first time with the Mandalorian. 

Pupils focused straight at the pudding laying there, pleading and begging to someone to notice how lonely it was. Oh Maker, your stomach had sunk in even deeper at the sight of the delicious pastry. If you won’t do it to ensure your freedom, do it for the hunger. Escape with it and it eat, because your were damn sure Denter woudn’t just let you eat it here.

Ok, think, think, think, how do you get out of this situation? Your eyes scanned again the room, giving quick glances to Denter and your pudding, until your eyes just coincidentally landed on a window double your size and quite nicely decorated, with right angle lines plated in gold which shone even brighter at the sun that was bidding farewell near a rocky mountain at the horizon. 

“And I won’t let you go again, becasue you’re my favourite pet” he shouted at you, earning your instant attention and gaze. A snakely smile metamorhped his previous smirk into something that could be translated as the literal Devil’s child. Curls at the corner of his mouth so far back, just about where the ear was, with many muscle wrinkles formed at the uncmounfortable and tense position of his mouth, his eyes were just like before, the same vengeful soul lurked between the yellowish irises of his. 

But of course he wasn’t done, what were you expecting. And he didn’t disappoint either with his next little words. 

“My sweet submissive and vulnerable pet” he’d calmed down the intensity of his stare thankfully, and you could only thank the Maker for that. You coudn’t take this seriously, Denter was just like any weird villain of stories your dad told you. So delusional, so annoying and so frustrating, to the point even your younger self woudn’t cower to him. But there was a tint of fear lurking within you. This was the reality afterall, the man in front of you may be plain weird and delusional, but you knew better than to feign ignorance of the last five years you had been exposed to his unstable character. 

A quiet screech behind you had alerted your instincts, and while still frightful of the man in front of you, your gaze met up with the T shaped visor of your hunter. 

That’s right, the Mandalorian is still very much present and part of the audience to this spectacle. It seemed he shifted his position, which led to his boots slide a few centimetres away. 

You both didn’t need to talk, and quite frankly both you didn’t want to either. Interrupting Denter’s words was not a good idea. 

You raised your eyebrow, your eyes still wide in dismay. A simple act to let him know you were cursing at him for bringing you to this place. And as you expected, he didn’t move and give any signals that he was responding to you. 

“And I’ll love you until my dying days” he sing sang and you shot back to him at the words. He was in a new position. His legs rose up and rested on the arm rest on his left, as his back was placed to rest on the other. Noticing your gaze he just winked at you and continued on. A shiver run you cold at the little gesture. 

“When you’re gone I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had” your brain just froze, and you were petrified at his words, and the not in the good sense. Of course you knew better than to think he actually loved you, or you just wanted to tell yourself that. But the years you spent here were far from nice, and it that’s the way he wanted to show his ‘love’ you just started to realize in how much trouble you actually were. Previously you thought you were going to end up dead sooner or later, by which now sounded like Denter being merciful, but that wasn’t the case. He was going to keep you alive for a while longer, torturing you and humiliating you, while your sanity would decay and rot. 

“Because next time I'm in the presence of your absence, I’ll go kill everyone” and there it was, the confirmation that you were in a worse position than you had anticipated. Your eyes becoming cold at the lack of blinking and wideness of it you had to fore it close. Looking up at the lord, you weren’t sure what to say, did you even need to say anything? You were simply at a loss of words. And you needed to leave now, not wait until you found a chance. Even if an army of people chasing after you in the middle of the dry Ryloth, you simply needed to leave. 

The sudden movement somewhere behind you startled the lord, or he tried to seem surprised but it came out rather theatrically. Instantly, he called out a name, loud enough it seeed like he was yelling. While apologizing at the Mandalorian for forgetting about his presence. And honestly, even in this messy situation, a brief smirk came up your lips. You could only feel some sort of amusement that Denter practically made him stay for longer for no good reason. You could imagine it was to boost his ego and feel he could control him, and he wasn’t wrong entirely. The Mandalorian would stay until he had his credits afterall. 

Finally, a man opened the golden traced doors by which you were guided in beforehand. The man looked older than Denter by a few decades, wearing many loose pieces of clothing, typical of the dry planet. A loose shirt and trousers with a belt made from another fabric, making the man look more fresh, comfortable and heat-proof. 

“Bernard go and see our guest of honour” he ordered the man, before looking at the Hunter that brought him his little pet “35 000 was it?” he asked him, and he simply nodded his helmet. 

“Oh you troublemaker, making me spend so much off this town’s money for your safe return” he commented as a way to end the conversation with the two other men. You were just thinking he had some sort of talent with words, but he was wasting it all with whatever he was doing, making you uncomfourtuble, humiliating you?

With the thud of the door shutting, Denter tilted his head to the other side.

“Excuse me I have been talking none stop. So tell me, what’s inside that sweet rotten mind of yours” you stared at him. You positioned you body more comfortably and try and ease the tension. And you smiled. Yup, you were using your cool guy tactic once again. And it worked, Denter’s face remained the same narcissistic smug that he wore throughout his speech, but his head tilted to the other side, a sign that he was at the very least intrigued at your change in character. 

“I understand everything my lord” you reassured Denter, opening up your arms to let the tension flow through them. Making you seem not comfortable, but rather looking like your were talking to an old acquaintance of yours. 

“Except that wig” you pointed out one of the unspoken rules within this town. Every one knew, they just never dared speak up about it. Denter’s baldness. 

And just as everyone was starting to compute what you had just said, your arms that were slightly raised, pushed back in great force and hit the guards groin area. You turned back, the guards feeling the impact of your punch in their sensitive area, you swiftly grabbed the guard’s spear before he fell. Seeing the man’s had still gripped onto your only weapon at your disposal, you kicked him away. Two more steps, and you bashed the other guards head that was recomposing itself up, only for his strength to be robbed after the spear came in contact with his face before joining his companion. 

A quick glace around the room to examine your situation told you to jump up the table due the remaining guards surrounding you, two by the lord’s side and two more behind you. Quickly finding your balance, an incoming knight with a blade similar to a vibroblade but double in size. The man charging at you, positioning his weapon to strike you dead, had his vision blocked shortly by the flying bowl of buns you kicked at him. You didn’t waste time as you looked at the puddding nearby. Using your feet, you slid the pudding at the end of the table near the enormous window. 

You had to be quick about your next steps, now all the six guards were coming at you, and you had to make sure run and not trip on the culinary masterpieces at your feet. So you forced your gaze downwards and watch after your feet. Stepping on the turkey you eyed earlier a new sound entered your ears. Between the yells of the knights and your heavy steps on the table you heard the yelp of the lord after smashing his little turkey just in front of him. That thought amused you, and you would laugh about it later, with some Spochka in your system. 

Coming close to the end of the table you slightly jumped on your side, grabbing onto the golden seat at the end to maintain your posture until your feet landed safely with a little striking pain underneath you feet from the high impact. But this didin’t stop, not when you had just created this mess in the dining table of this town’s sire. And so you grabbed onto the wide chair, forcing you to harden and toughen your stomach as another way to keep your strength for the big and heavy object in your arms, which as a result your breathing stopped for a moment feeling the slight but bearable nausea coming straight to your face. And as quickly as you held onto the chair, you launched it to the window, smashing it into millions of pieces and creating a big enough gap for your frame. 

And before you jumped, you looked behind you, the guards already on your tail. This was the time to jump but you didn’t. Most likely, It was one of the stupidest things you done, but you made an internal oath, and the pudding three steps away was calling for you. And so, you ran to your beloved and swiftly ran back to jump to the floor level. All the while you looked at Denter, bit into the pudding and smirked up at him as your body reached outside. 

The air waved at you as a quick realization that you didn’t have enough clothing for the night. And so you ran as fast as you could, plate of the pudding in your hands as a way too steady the gelatinous texture and keep it from moving too much. 

You could hear some screaming in the distance, and you recognized as the knights trying to follow your lead. But fortunately for you, you ran quite fast and silently, and so you were far away, but not far away enough to guarantee they wouldn't find you within an hour. 

You ducked inside a barn, very little lights present. Local farm animals stayed within their cage and locked. And you noticed the place was quite spacious. The barn was quiet, all except for the sounds of uneven breathings right around the corner. Your head tilted, leaving your body for protection on the wall as not to be seen. A man in his twenties sleeping against the wall, a bottle of liquor by his side and you wondered what happened throughout his day that he would drown himself in alcohol so early in the night. 

Relieved that he wasn’t conscious as to find you and report it back to the knights, you slumped back with your eyes closed to breathe in. And a second later, you opened your eyes, and the air that was threatening to leave got stuck again, choking you slightly. Your hunter had once again found you, with a blade to your neck. 

Instinctively you put your hand on your mouth as a way to muffle the chokes and hope it woudn’t wake up the drunk. And once your itchy throat had slightly calmed down enough for you to talk again without choking, you looked the man’s visor, you eyes read nothing but frustration.

“Do you just hate me or something?” you yelled whispered at him, earning you his head tilt to the side. He said nothing for a few seconds, and then he sowly saved his blade onto his side. You muttered a rush thank you when you saw he didn’t have any weapons in hand, happy that he’d become more docile with you. 

“What?” left his modulated voice toward you, stepping aside for a little to give you some space. 

“You already have the credits, why are you helping them?” a murmured spite came out of your spicy tongue. You stayed put against the wall, crossing your arms, and a look of annoyance written across your face. He looked back, one leg rested slightly forward and bent to the other. 

“I’m not helping them” he said, almost stoic. And you huffed air out, glad that at least the Mandalorian wasn’t going to get you back to the lord. Your gaze rolled to the little lamp nearby, the only source of light in this area of the barn. And you closed your eyes. Your heart was beating fast from the chase, and the scare the Manadalorian gave you barely a minute ago. But your body was easing up, and it was yet another reminder about how tired you were. 

“Thank the Maker-” you hitched up a breath. You were breathing deeply and slowly until you got your normal breathing pace. And while still huffing you looked up at him, him joining the staring contest. “Just never to that again” you demanded him, more like a plead. He just nodded his head to you in acknowledgment. 

Last part of your plan was to escape, and you were almost glad to him again. He could be your escape ship, and a little giggle, one with a lot of huffing nosies in between, at the sheer luck you just had. Why he was still here was a mystery to you, but you didn’t care, what you did care though, was that he was here right now, and you were about to strike up a bargain. 

“Hey, help me escape this place” you muttered to him, his head tilted to the side before he spoke. “Not happening” you pointed in annoyance at him and you stepped closer. Your eyes turning once again to the one in frustration. 

“You owe me one after taking me here” he was silent and didn’t move either, he just looked at you. An it seemed he was almost guilty about the whole ordeal. His bounty hunter code forbade him from knowing the details of the bounty, but he had learned against his will. And listening through Denter’s monologue involving you, a sensation of almost pain needleed through his heart. 

The cold air pained your skin, especially the area of your throat. And so, while awaiting his response, your fingers tucked onto your cape and slid it to the centre of your body. Creating this very thin blanket to protect you from the cold. When you bought this tunic, the seller had told its high price comes with the weather controller. Essentially, the cape was to be also used as a way to warm up or get colder, as well as being rain-proof. This was without a doubt one of the best investments you’d done, and if it weren’t for this fabric you would’ve freezed to death on many cargo ships. 

“Are you a mechanic?” his voice joined the yelling outside and the commotion of the streets. His was stronger though, overpowering all the noises of the town. 

“I’m not entirely a mechanic since I never worked as one, but I know how to repair things. And oh boy, you need some repairing on that ship, my friend” you spoke lowly, still trying to disguise yourself as better as you could. You smiled at him, trying to convince him to take you with him. 

He groaned, and a fine escaped his lips.

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotion you’d been lately having, so much anxiety, so many things bad happening to you, and for once, it seemed like the Maker actually blessed you for once, and the warm feeling in your chest, spreading rapidly throughout your heart, made you smile grow wide. A little giggle left your lips, and not like the huffy one from earlier, this was livelier and full of emotion. And the Mandalorian’s response had completely made you forget about the drunk person just around the corner. 

A slight burp bounced through the walls. Your had coming to meet your mouth and enclose any type of sound that would come out of it, staying still with your eyes open. It seemed due to your nervousness of being exposed enhanced your hearing, and you noted that the man that had just woken up, stood to his feet, or at least tried because the noise of something heavy slumped back down against the floor with a groan. And then more snores, almost as immediately as he fell down, he knocked himself out with a good night’s rest. 

You looked at the man in Beskar, his hand was brushing against the baster in its holster, the same as the day he found you. And once he acknowledged the man was not a threat, he relaxed once again. 

You looked up at him again. You had to do something first, and you coudn’t involve him. That thought made you remember of the pudding sitting on a chair nearby. And so you walked towards and chunked the piece you grabbed in your hand and into your mouth. It was disgusting, and the gelly feeling that remained in your hand made matters worse.  But you didn’t have any cutlery and now wasn’t the time to be refined and modest with your table manners.  And just as you savored the after taste of the delicious pastry, not regretting almost sacrificing your plan of escape by taking it with you. You got your robe, cleaning the remaining of your hands and some lingering in the corners of your mouth. Making what once was white, the previous shades of black, you added the pale brown and beige colours onto it. The caramel conquering pieces of the fabric as it absorbed it. 

You looked back at he Mandalorian, still looking at you. And you guessed it wasn’t pretty the way you just ate a hand full of pudding. But you forced yourself to shake away that thought.

“I have to do something… it’ll be best if I go alone” You spoke softly, and he crossed his arms leaning against the wall. Questioning you with his stare. 

“I thought you wanted to come to my ship” you could sense his raised eyebrow. And you looked up at him, pleading he would drop this without asking much questions. But he maintained his stubborn attitude for a few minutes. Him questioning you why you had to stay, the place where you were wanted by the nobles. But you didn explain yourself further from little words sentences, telling him it woudn’t take long. 

And so, in the end he sighed, his arms raised in defeat. “Alright, but if by sunrise you’re aren’t by the ship, I’ll consider you good as dead, understood?” his question hit hard on you because of the way he spoke the words. Slowly, and lower, that’s how he said it. And it made you rethink if it was a good idea, quite frankly it wasn’t, but you needed to do that so there woudn’t be another bounty over your head. And remembering where you actions laid, you nodded at him. “Understood” 

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The palace as still as the desert-like planet which contrasted with the city swarmed with knights, knocking on people’s home, interfering with the civilians nights, ransacking their home until they concluded you weren’t there and then got to another house, and thus this cycle would go at least throughout the night. 

You’d been able to make it back to he palace, making sure your noise would be as quiet as the wind not waning to disrupt the sleep of the desert. 

You had peaked over the entrance, just to see how the situation was inside the golden house. You were met the sight of guards keeping their master’s home safe. And so you opted in intruding another way, the you had previously come out.

And so, you fingertips had managed to get a hold onto the base of the shattered window, a smooth surface unlike the crystal particles you had to brush away so they woudn’t pice through your skin and take damage for a long period of time. 

Your head peeked through the window, only showing up to your eyes and look at the mess you had created before. The dining room was dark, only taking in the light source coming from the lamposts from the town, and so you were able to make out the chair Denter was sat in an the table just in front of you. The shapes of painting decorated within the room, as well as the door that gave you access to inside the palace. And no one guarding inside the dining room.

With the little force you had in your arms, you tried pushing yourself up just enough to get your knee on the base of the window, and then you other one before. Your feet and legs came across the remaining cristal shards, these one bigger in size, and you were glad you wore long trousers and boots. Now that most of your weight was on the inside of the room, you easily got the rest of your body inside and safe. Leaving your arms sore from the climbing. 

You looked around, to see any signal of anything. You weren’t just going to leave through the door as you assumed the guards must be guarding it the from the inside, and so you demanded your brain to remember the blueprint of this place. You knew a handful of secret passage ways, and one must sure go to Denter’s room. 

You looked across the familiar walls, paintings showcasing the most desirable parts of planets, ranging from the lava rivers of Nevarro to the ice cold mountains of Hoth. Between these paintings, you also found faces, from men to women, children and the elderly, all scattered. The printing at the very middle though, the painting of the rocky mountains painted in a yellowish and brown palette, brighten by the red sun rising from the mountain, was bigger than the rest. Positioned exactly to be behind the lord’s the golden seat. You’d recogize this painting from your stay here, as you often times hid inside whenever you did something to guarantee the guards punishing you. 

You brushed the thick golden frame of the bigger painting. Before you grabbed onto it and pulled it apart from the wall, the heavy frame making up for most of the weight it had on your arms and you simply dropped it on the floor. 

The passageway was dark enough you coudn’t see anything, but you recognized the paths anyway. It had only been two years since you last had been here, and your mind was a stronger than ever. Like before, you crawled up to the hole, your arms propelling your body up to get inside. This was was more tricky though, due to the size of the painting, the hole had to adjust to its size. And so, the only way to acces to the other side of the path was through crawling. Boosting you feet so your body got into the little cave further, you began crawling as fast as you could. The little space around your body could end up being your grave if you didin’t hurry up and get out as soon as possible, especially when a sudden thought popped in your head. The little space would suffocate you enough until you passed out due to the decreased oxygen particles in this cramped space. 

Once you were further enough, the place were the light was dead, you reached over to your trousers. Fumbling and shaking it in an attempt to grab onto the match that was hidden away. This match being one of the little things they let you keep when they considered the tiny pocket wasn’t worth looking through,

Holding the match on your fingers, and just like phoenix’s rebirth after its dying light. Warm calours shone brightly in front of you and you could see how far away you were from the other side. Crawling your arms forward with the help of your propelling legs, you got there faster than before, with sweat over your forehead, and with shaky breaths. The end was just a block of black which you assumed had to be another painting. Slightly you pushed yout fingers against it, andyou were glad to touch something that was wasn’t heavy, and so you slightly pushed it away to get out. 

You sat on the floor for a little while, looking at the painting on the floor, this one with a hole you must have caused when you fell on it. And you got up to search around the dark room. And just like the dining room, the lights of the town reflecting on each surface in the room, the painting ont he wall, the chairs near the window, the door near at the ent of the room, the mirror with niclecy cut wardrobe and finally the bed with a sleeping Denter within it. His eyes closed evidence of being in a good dream. You looked up at him for a while. It didin’t feel right kill someone in their sleep like this, escpecially whe you weren’t a murderer, not now al least. 

And so you froze in place, a the realization of the action you were about to make. It slowed you movements, making them hesitant, and your brain was just not functioning. You were nervous, like a little kid riding on a roller coaster for the first time, except you weren’t gidily inside. You heart dropped to your stomach, and its presence made itself known by beating so hard it was vibrating the surface of your belly. 

The noise of the shouts outside awoke you changing the direction of your gaze to the window. That’s right, you had to do this. Killing someone shoudn’t face you that much, not when many people had tried to kill you, or seemed to want to kill you. But it was the fact that he was so vulnerable and defenseless, and the quiet of the room, made your head think twice. 

But you had to do this, you coudn’t live in fear that Denter would plot his revenge on you. Not when he’d hire more bounty hunters to follow after your fresh blood, not when Denter would finally have you under him, controlling you, humiliating you, and hurting you. So you had to do it, for yourself, for your survival, this was your survival instinct so don’t you dare mess this up now when you’re so close from killing the cause of  your pain and axiety. 

You looked at the match gripped tightly in your hand. You didn’t have a weapon if it weren’t from the mandalorian taking them away from you earlier when you intruded his ship. But you had this, and the match would suffice. 

You opened the window, the slight air coming in the room. Ready to start the fire and leave as soon as possible, but you didin’t, not when you could clearly remember how this little snake always got away with anything, and you wanted to ensure he died. Unpon decidin your next few steps, you walked towards him, so quietly it seemed you erased your very presence in this room, disguising yourself like a passerbyer ghost, and becoming one like the unmoving and soulless objects in his working desk. 

It was this very desk you’d do you next move. It wasn’t the desk itself, but rather the content above it. With the slight illumination giving out shades of orange as a mix between shadows and the town lights. You made out made things, an arquitectorical piece and by the look of importance, it screamed like maybe it was town hall. The display was shown in blue light contrasting with the darks shadows behind it. An though everything was showed in the same cyan blue colour you could make out mosty if not perfectly what the sleeping man behind you had thought of building. A wide building, as well as tall, with other two blocks with the same width as the centered on, but not as grandiose. And that was about it, the design looked very unfinished. 

Behind it, though it was harder to clear out with your eyes, were a set of what you thought wuld be essential for an architect. Some blank paper scattered, thrown and torn apart in the, with some pencils and rulers atop. But there was something else that caught your attention, a pipe. A metallic pipe of maybe one meters in length and maybe had a circumference of six centimetres. You snatched it away, happy with whatever you found, and made your way to the door.

You were sure there’d be guards on the outside, so you had to make an extra effort not to alarm them in any way. Raising your harm holding the pipe, you slid it through the door knob, which had the same shapen as a metallic golden pull. The pipe got stuck at between the rectangle shaped arcs, and it was long enough it woudn’t drop even if the door were to be shaken violently. And even though you were positive no one would be able to come in, you traced your steps to pull up the chair and lean it over the door handles. Positioning it just before them and at the right angle, it would create another force impeding the loyal guards to come after their sire. 

You looked back at your soon to be victim, your movements as sharp as a robot, but your outer  body experience made you look like you’d just been possessed by an evil witch, whispering to your ear things demons would crawl you to the furthest level of hell. And even in this position, you had to try and take control over your body, try to be neutral, calm or collected. Especially ignore the way your heart was vibrating in your chest. 

That face you’d hope to forget once this thing was over, faced back to you his eyes still closed. So calm, so vulnerable and almost so innocent looking. You felt an almost sprrpful feeling just by thinking the way it would mark his end. The universe was wide enough for you two to live in, both of you away from each other, both of you in peace. But he coudn’t take it, he had to take you in and make you feel miserable for his ego, and that ego of his was what settled his grave of ashes. He was going to die in a brutal way, whether it was from suffocation, carbon monoxide poisoning or burnt alive. The result was the same, he’d become just the same as the dust in old houses. His royal bloodline would be nothing but ashes that would later be discarded away as just the rest of the furniture. 

Maybe if you two lived by another society, followed other rules, maybe gew up in a democracy where everyone was meant to be equal, maybe then, this woudn’t have happened to him. Maybe his insatiable hunger to see others suffer would’ve never awoken, and maybe then you two could’ve become friends, or at least tolerate each other. But you hated him, and he hated you, even if he wanted to mask it as some sort of weird love, he hated you that’s why he did those things to you. The universe was wide enough, but he didn’t accept that. And in the end that thought shaped into obsession, and that sealed him for good. You weren’t sad he was going to die, it had to do more at the fact that it was you who had to seal him away. This would be your first time doing it as well. But if that was you fate, then you’ll carry through until the end. 

Opening fire, you approached the lighter to the mattres until a small fire ignited and was the beginning of your ploy. You walked over to the painting, and by this point, you could feel the fire you ignited barely three seconds ago become this fierce beast you’ve heard about many times. It burned so well, so aggressive, all in mere seconds. But you knew better than to stop and be mesmerzied by the lightning magic, and you quickly caught the broken painting and lit it up. This painting being on the other side of Denter’s face, as a way to maybe to not wake up Denter, wether it would be from the initial fumes of just the shift from cold to hot. 

You lept onto the window giving another glace to Denter, his sleeping form still unmoving and vulnerable, almost baby-like. He was remaining in his sweet dreams, and if Maker would allow it, he’d make his death painless by keeping him trapped in his realm of dreams, instead of the panicked wave of knowing he was going to die horribly in the next minutes. 

Doing the same little finger movement, another click was heard. You’d noticed the curtain flowing elegantly through the little wind, and it didn’t take you long to decide to it would ake great igniting material. Partly, it was to prevent the fact that maybe Denter, in his panicked state, he would jump out of the window. Though that wasn’t the Denter you knew, no the lord you knew was lazy, not athletic, picky and refined. But you never know what anyone would do in a panicked state. What their instinct of survival whispers their pale ears, and what uncharacteristically actions they do in order to stay alive, to be able to look at the sky again, to laugh again, to weep over meaningless things That’s why you lit the curtains as well, even if you arm was starting to dangerously increase in temperature rapidly. This was your survival instinct, you had to make sure he was dead, for your own good, and make sure you woudn’t be chased again like a little frightened lamb hoping their killers woudn’t take her to the slaughterhouse. 

And so, Denter’s room was in a mess of roaring flames, the fire conquering every bit of hunger and turning it into ashes, and soon enough he’d swallow whole the perpetuator of your suffering for so long. The amount of the shining light coming from the flames was enough that the townspeople beow you would notice another ball of fire, that was if the sun was present at the moment. You needn’t see Denter to know he was fucked. There was no way he’d survive, and by the amount of the ashy fume coming out from the window he’d mostlikely already died from ingesting it. So much fumes you had to move to the other side of the double window, and be protected by the closed crystal to your right. But the carbon monoxide did some effect on you already, as dry, just like if ashes were spread out on your throat, coughs came  running out your mouth. You knew you just alerted everyone to come here. You you swallowed hard before you got moving to the Razor Crest, or at least that’s how you remembered the ship’s name to be. You weren’t completely sure. But the point was that you needed to get into the Mandalorian’s ship now. 

Your fingers got a hold of the rocky wall of the palace. Your improvised plan was to get yourself on the streets of this accursed town and just run. Escape the inevitable fate of the guards following you to wherever you were going, which was the ship. And you were finding it difficult, between the flames the anxiety of he off chance something in the room would explode, you were having a difficult time finding your balance on the rocky wall. But just as you managed to get your smooth boots to get somewhat stuck on the wall, screams resonated in your brain. And not any ordinary screams, the same typ of screams you heard barely an hour ago. You looked down, and immediately after you regretted it. You wee indeed quite high, and you had tolook away to ake sure your head woudn’t do anything funny.So high in fact, if you decided to jumo down, you knew at least you’d break both your legs. And you weren’t about to sacrffice the only limbs that would guarantee your escape, and especially you didin’t want to hear the earsplitting sounds of cracked bones. And if that didn’t convince you enough, the swarming of guard just below you did. 

“Dank Farrik” you breathed out realizing how they exposed your location, and so if you coudn’t climb down, you’ll just have to go up. After two attempts, and the bursting of fire threatening you, you found your footing and started to climb the little wall left to the open space area a top of you. 

The sensation of the cold wind overpowering the hot flames brought great comfort, and while your body was tense from the free climbing your were doing, at least you were somewhere away from the fire. The sweat that the fire had created through your body, from your palms and neck to your knees and legs. The climb wasn’t going to be long either, it was just one room up from Denter’s. And once your hot hands from the soreness reached the railings, cold droplets cascaded down your back traveling alongside your collarbone. Though you were tired you needed just a little bit of extra strenght, propelling your leg slightly and get over the railings. With the sudden change in weight, it was just a matter of the help of gravity to help you get pulled down on the other side. 

Your back layed there, with your eyes closed trying to breathe normally for a few seconds. The remaining sweat drops watered down from your nose until it reached your upper lip, before it got drowed in your mouth and the foul hot salty flavour spread throughout your tongue. Still breathing hard, and yet trying to slow it down to get some energy, you opened your eyes as you sat up, reminding yourself this was far from over. The guards underneath you saw climbing up the wall, and now you had to find a way down without getting caught, ideally without them noticing, but just escaping with a soul and all of your limbs was enough. 

You sat there enough for two more breaths to escape your lips before you stood up and got yourself working. In any minute the knights would be surrounding you, and you needed o do something quick about it. With another deep sigh and let the tense muscles detangle themselves, you looked around to find something to help you, anything. 

And you found something, something with the same mecahinism as a fish harpoon pleasantly came into contact with your eyes, and next to it a rope. The Maker must have surely given you this day as a way to redeem itself to you and all the years you’ve spent here, because the amount of luck you had in a single day were definitely more than all the years you’ve spent alive. 

Already charged with a rope, you took the heavy mechanism and tightly strapped onto the edge of the poles, and without thinking to hard where to aim, you simply shot a place near the exit. The spealike end inemediately sprung out violently to meet up with a surfice and and hook it tightly enough. You had to be lying if you told yourself you were weren’t nervous, especially when the pounds of rapid steps getting louder and louder as you moved, and you knew the knights were about to find you. Taking away the white fabric surrounding you, you stepped over the long rope that had traveled across town with the spear. Throwing you cape over to the other side of the rope, finding said rope in the midde of the fabric, and your had gripped thightly for dear life onto both sides of the dirty fabric.  You turned to look at your back, the steps were echoing through your head and you weren’t quite sure how far away the guards were, that was until, the sudden opening of the roof doors answered the question for you. The sudden noise made you almost jump in surprise and it helped you in tripping over the edge, and if it werent for the cape hanging onto he rope you would have fallen to your death. 

Your scream could be heard further away than the accursed town, and you hoped that maybe the Mandalorian could have heard you, and luckily help get away from this situation. And even though some seconds passed your, voal chords gave it all and never decreased in it energy. Sliding down the town like a zip line, and you weren’t sure if it was the air hitting you or the fact that if you lossed your grip slightly you’d fall to your death, but your eyes were watering you and many droplet of salty wanter flawed dwn your cheeks and left you to meet the people below you. Something you weren't going to find out, the thought of looking how high you actually were gave you nausea and so you tightly closed you eyes from the rare instances of opening them again to see if you were nearing to the end.

But it was halfway through that the rope shook abruptly and you looked back, fear written across your face. You could only see the silhouette of the of a man, a darker shande than the sky, a nice contrast to see the guards actions. A blade on his hand as he motioned rapidly to where the rope was. This time, the rope fell apart and you’d fall dawn if the right texture of the rope had conveniently brushed your arm. You grabbed onto it before this chance disappeared. Once gravity had settled on you again, your arms almost passed out from the strength in which it was pulling you down, and an inner spark of determination to live made your hand remain a tighter grip onto the lace. You hadn’t realized you closed your eyes and you opened them, seeing the earth coming close to you as your lurching forward with the rope. You already knew the spot of where you were about to land, and so did the civilians who had plans for the night, as most of them got out of the way and take shield from the house. Except a woman, to blurry to know her age, she stood petrified as you came closer to her before the undeniable impact occurred. Her body felt like rocks against the rapid velocity you were traveling and both of you ended on the street. All of her belongings scattered across the pavement. 

You were the first one to stand up, true pain hit you in the forehead, and you put your hand up to your bruise. And still a bit blurry and nausea form the impact you tried to run away before the knights reached to you once again. The exit wasn’t much further either, maybe ten meters away from you, and from where you stood, you could see the ship of the Mandalorian still standing, his ramp down. You walked toward your final destination, and the woman who was sent three meters away from you yelped when seeing you closening the space between you both. You looked at her confused, fear an pain could only be seen in her form. And then you found something else, a pendant of a rock, too dark to see the colour, but you did see the cut stone had been nicey decorated with a golden shine across from the cut, framing the mineral and shining along with the street lamps around you. You looked back at the woman before speeding towards the pendant, she screamed once again seeing again your incoming form but at a much faster speed. But once she saw you crunching down slightly to catch what was rightfully hers, she screamed this time more confident and indignant strained her voice. “YOU THIEF”

That’s what you were, and didin’t call yourself anything less. Your dad taught you to steal from the dead and abandoned, and you soon become a thief that would steal of the living as well if I so needed too. This pendant would be a great start of credits once the Mandalorian would leave you in some planet. You didin’t steal for pleasure like many did, you did it because you needed to provide for yourself somehow. You never claimed to be a good person anyway. If you were, you most likely wound’t be in this citation to begin with. 

The sprint your legs were carrying felt strained at the beginning, with every action of your feet meeting the floor and you swore you could sense the inner working of your body working, arteries, bones, ligaments all of them unimanosly working and strained for the last bit of this escape. And as your mind was filled with the joy of knowing your were safe, the joy you were away from this place, the joy of freedom, that clouded your mind and fueled your veins, just the same as what charcoal did to some of the older droid prototypes. Determination to live. That very feeling numbed your legs and it felt like it was moving on its own, powered by this will to live.

The ship was near, maybe three meters from you. You could see the distinct feature the Mandalorians had. He was waiting for you, leaning from the wall. He did a slight shake on his helmet, an action you missed, and walked inside his traveling home. 

It wasn’t long after your legs landed on the metallic ramp, a more noticeable heavy thump as you practically jump to get to safety faster. The change in direction, pace and speed from the inclination nearly gave your legs out. And just then you noticed the abuse your knees had to endure for the past hour. Sore and sweaty, that’s how you’d describe it. Each step, worse than the one before. You were so heavy, and yet your mind was so high. You coudn’t think straigh, and the pain was just striking your body. The veins circling your knees were vibrating uncomfortably around it, another sign of your heart racing rapidly other than the lungs thumpipjg your ears making it the only sound to exist at that very moment. 

Your fuzzy brain, got ahold of the stairs inside the ship. How you gotten to that place already forgotten by the nauseating vision of yours. A mixture of yelp and sigh escape your lips, as your legs whine as your tried climbing up the ladder. Another dry huff came out, an action to comfort your legs for a second and try to propel yourself up in that milisecond of easiness. And again and again, you did that, each huff hurting your lungs further, and you had to almost ignore the electric shock from your legs after from the pulsating arteries surrounding it. 

Maybe it was due to the lack of oxygen to your brin, but you coudn’t remember how managed to get into the cockpit and strap yourself into your seat, a little greenie sat on your lap and looking up at you. Your uneven breaths came out as heavy puffs, and now that you were resting you could feel the your hot cheeks from running that marathon. Looking back at the cape in your hand, you smiled slightly at the child as you covered him like a blanket. The heaviness of th whole ordeal closed your eyes. And as you felt the rise of the ship, you felt safe. This was finally done and dealt with. Best yet, you had your life, all of your limbs and you were free.

The night sky accompanying you in your dreams as you slumped in your seat and got comfortable. And as the child tried to get ahold of your attention, the Mandalorian called out to him and murmured sofly to let you rest after the long day you had. 

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Waking up to a sore body was not a fun way to start the day. Everything just hurt, from you hands that have been pierced by the little rocks as well as the burning sensation you had when you gripped onto the fabric when you managed to just escape the guards. Your legs from climbing and running. Your belly wasn’t necessarily hurt, but it was definitely numb, probably due to the thumping heart, your neck was sore from your sleeping position, and the worst one of all your forehead. It was sore, burning, hot and it gave you a terrible migraine so bad you could barely open your eyes. 

Once your body started acknowledging your awakened form, your hand rushed to your forehead to rest on it, wincing slightly when you applied too much touch on it. You groaned again, and you closed your eyes again from the pain interfering with your eyes. You could tell, only by memory, that you were in the viewport. The cooing creature, doing what he knows best, cooed at the realization that you were awake. Another groan escaped your lips as your throbbing head just seemed to hurt and burn more, and you had to force down a gulp to quiet the yelp that was forming up your trachea.

“You okay?” the same raspy modulated voice questioned you, seeing your pained look. You stayed silent for a few seconds, hydrating your throat as to when you’d open your mouth your voice wound’t be shapesifted into a gran. Soothing once more the ball formed just above your throat, you spoke again. 

“N- No, my head hur-” you stuttered along with with the scorching pain. Every throb felt like it was vibrating your mind, making it impossible to even think anything else other than the pain. You shut your eyes tighter, feeling the full blast of pain across your skin. You hadn’t even noticed how dry your voice was. 

“Let me see” that’s what the Mandalorian said, and you obliged. You took in a deep breath and soon after deflated all of the air out of your lungs and removed your hands for him to see. You slightly opened your eyes to look up at him. The pain, though just barely, decreased slightly in soreness when the protection of the had was removed, feeling the cold air particles touching the very noticeable bruise. 

His hard gloved hands took the sides of your head, and yu supposed it was to inspect better the bruise. He remained like this for a few seconds. An you wished the helmet was off, just so you could satiete your hunger on curiosity. What face was he making? How badly was the bruise? You were sure there’d be a mark, but how bad was it? Not even the reflection of his helmet gave away much. Everything was in dark tones, and you coudn’t quite make out the bruise itself. 

He eventually sighed, standing up to walk aaway from the cockpit. You were about to question him, but he cut you off unexpectedly of him. 

“I’ll get some bacta spray, your bruise looks nasty” he called out before he disappeared. You slowly, layed back onto the seat, trying best to soothe the angered bruise on your forehead, by breathing deeply and the exhaling it slowly. 

But while your mind was rightfully on what mattered the most at the moment, the burst in your forehead you hadn’t seen yet. Your body relaxed in your seat almost too comfortably. The kid was looking at you, sad eyes written across it as he noticed the overwhelming pain you’re experiencing. 

And you noticed how the kid’s presence was welcoming to you. It was like he was helping you, but rather, like a pet that was trying to comfort you after a long day at work, sitting closely to you, and you swore at some point he hugged you, or at least trued to with his tiny arms. You only looked down at the kid, grateful that he was nearby so you wound’t have to be feeling like crap alone. You tried to ignore how the past few days the presence of people clinged in your heart, starved for people. To have any social interaction, and to stop talking to yourself repeating it was a completely normal thing to do because you had no one to talk to. Now you had this green inspect thing, a cute one you have to add, giving you the starved attention you didn’t know you needed. 

You had to admit it was tough, knowing you probably weren’t going to be with people in a short while. It was kind of unjust. You had something to didn’t know you needed, and soon after you it woud become non-existant. 

You gulped again. You were gong to miss the kid, and the Mandalorian as well. As quiet as he was, he still listened, still made things to acknowledge you. Yeah, you definitely were goung to miss these two, or more specific, you were going to miss the feeling starved attention you never knew you had. 

Or maybe, you could try talking to the Mandalorian. Convince him to join him and the kid. Afterall, it would be a win-win situation, you’d have a social circle and he would have his ship fixed. Yeah, you’ll try talking to him later. Your last thoughts dissipated as you heard the Mandalorian going up the ladder with something equivalent to a lifesaver. And though you couldn’t quite smile through the pain, the corners of your mouth slightly quirked up.

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Omg, I finnaly got to coloring Huard!

Original hand drawing:

Info for peeps who didn't read the OG post:

Full name: Huard Plesiadapis

Other names: Shape-changer

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: 15/16ths Witch, 1/16th Demon

Personality: Jokester with a darkside

Occupation: Student, Emperor's coven squire (formerly)

Affiliations: Hexside, Emperor's coven (formerly)

Goal: Join the Emperor's coven to practice two types of magic (formerly)

Relatives: Mr. Plesiadapis, Mrs. Plesiadapis

Allies: Reisrat the Tarsier (Palismen), No bitches Friends?

Enemies: Everyone in his age group at Hexside

Likes: Bestial Demons, magic, illusions, taking long walks down the murder forests

Dislikes: Witches that hurt creatures, stuck up people

Powers and abilities: Beastkeeping Magic (shapeshifting, summon and control animals, summon animal body parts, temporarily give others animal features), Minor Illusion magic (sparkles, make one clone of himself, he's kind of bad at this ngl)

History: At the ripe age of 17, Huard (pronounced U-ard) Plesiadapis is undoubtedly the most talented Beastkeeping track witch at Hexside! That may very well be his one redeeming quality. While he presents himself as a kind and charming person, Huard is the souce of constant mayhem surrounding Hexside's senior class. And, unlike a certain redheaded witch, none of the problems created by Huard are ever traced back to him. Perhaps Huard is a secret evil super genius mainipulating events at Hexside in service of an even darker goal... or more likely, Huard escapes the consequences of his actions because of his merits and he is just a simple trouble-maker. Either way, it's probably best to keep your distance.

Huard's parents are both scouts for the Emperor's coven, and both of them urge Huard to join the Beastkeeping coven so he might become the next coven head. However, Huard dreams of joining the Emperor's coven for one reason only: to keep the ability to do illusion tricks. This causes his parents to think Huard is wasting his tremendous talents. While he tends not to care what others think of him, Huard's fake smile fades whenever he thinks about disappointing them.

Huard's palismen was previously owned by his grandfather Hugihard Tyrannus Plesiadapis the 3rd, a quarter-beast demon (don't ask questions you don't want the answers to) and one of the strongest coven witches on the boiling iles. His children were thoroughly mediocre, so he locked his palismen in a box that could only be open by a strong witch. Huard opened the box on accident when he was snooping through his basement during his 10th birthday. Reisrat, who was kind of traumatized by being locked in a box for decades, is eternally grateful to Huard for freeing them and taught him the secret-but-not-actually-a-secret-at-all-just-kind-of-hard art of shapeshifting! The palismen is Huard's closest friend and nothing can separate them... unless he died! Haha jk unless. I wrote this before TtT so now it hits different

Because of his exceptional skill, it goes without saying that the Emperor has a certain interest in Huard. But will Huard betray his school in the name of his own ambitions during the day of unity? He wont