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swinging-through-the-stars · 1 year ago

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Okay, Sith!Luke au sounds incredible!!! I haz questions

What's Din's whole perspective on things? Is he (like canon) blissfully unaware of who and what Luke is? Does he know and just not care? Is he just doing anything to protect Grogu, only to realize that the 'teacher' is very dangerous but has also imprinted on Din just as much as Din has fallen for him?

What about Grogu? Does he understand the darkness in Luke? Is he averse to it? Or does he go all in on the dark side to protect his dad?

OOOOHHH YES YES YES I'd LOVE to get into Din and Grogu stuff! (I'm realizing this will be another long one so there's your warning lol)

As for Din --

In my AU, after the Death Star blows up in 0 ABY, Luke begins to take personal undercover missions to continue undermining the Empire. To stay anonymous, he hires an untraceable mercenary that doesn't ask questions and is also not fond of the Empire - this is where Din Djarin comes in. (Din doesn't have a lot developed pre-Mando season 1 other than he's been bounty-hunting - and before that - taking mercenary jobs for a while, so why not utilize that for a story I want?) While working with Luke in this time period, Din has absolutely no idea who Luke is other than he carries a "red laser-sword" and doesn't show his face. He knows Luke as The Stranger, and for a few years takes jobs from Luke since he pays very well (that Empire money eh). Din is vaguely aware that his jobs have small impacts on the war against the Empire, so he is fine with complying, especially since they are relatively low-risk.

Things take a turn in 4 ABY when Luke hires Din to rescue Han Solo from Jabba's Palace. (one of the few pieces of fic I finished -- FREE SOLO) In this mission, Din sees Luke's face, learns his name (however doesn't recognize it from anywhere), and learns that he KNOWS specific people that a key to the rebellion (Lando, Han Solo, Leia, Chewbacca). The whole ordeal puts Din in more trouble than he bargains for. Luke declares an end to their business relationship because of this and cuts Din off, but it doesn't kill Din's festering curiosity as to who Luke is. He doesn't pursue further, but that curiosity lingers until they meet again.

Luke and Din meet again in a way that mirrors the end of Season 2 of Mando (because I thought it was a fun idea, and YES I have managed to write that out too -- SHADOW ON THE BRIDGE). This is where Din learns that Luke is not only a Sith, but the EMPEROR of the Neo Empire. I've been (ever so slowly) updating the fic of the aftermath of that, where Din meets with Luke again and where they begin to have those conversations of what will happen to Grogu.

In this next fic - First Steps into Darkness - I do want to explore how Din takes up the mantle of Mand'alor and how he uses his previous relationship with Luke to rebuild his world and also create an alliance to further push the Imperial Remnant threat out of the galaxy. Din deals with opinions about this from all sides, from Bo-Katan who has a difficult time trusting Luke, to Din's Clan that are between against and neutral on the matter. (Also keep in mind that I've been planning this part of the story before Mando S3 -- I do use some aspects of S3 but also very much divert from it).

What keeps Din coming back to Luke is ultimately his curiosity, both in Luke's abilities as a leader/negotiator and in him being this mysterious entity. Luke's fervor for his religion, his quest for familial answers, his internal battle of identity -- these are all things that Din relates to. (Luke's a bit more of a hot mess than Din is but -- you know, they have commonalities that they can lean on).

I also really like the concept of the Darksaber having its own sort of Force sentience to the point where Din has to work with it (it's a little like Haunted!Din but instead of outright possession it's more like -- Venom, or something like that, where they work together). Having Luke as a resource to navigate that territory further connects the two.

Needless to say, despite what rumors and warnings Din has been given, he doesn't understand why the "Dark Side" of the Force is considered the "bad" Force and why the "Light Side" is considered the "good". Perhaps it's because he's only really interacted with Luke, and perhaps it's because Mandalorians have a checkered history with getting along with "Light Side" Jedi users as well. His perspective could be biased or he probably just believes that Luke is not what others want to make him seem. Either way, the fact that Luke is a Sith doesn't necessarily make Din distrust him outright, especially since he's the only one that will agree to help hone Grogu's powers.

OKAY, ONTO GROGU -- YEAH THERE'S MORE --

Since's Luke's appearance in rescuing them from Gideon's Cruiser, Grogu is INTRIGUED with Luke and the pull to the Dark Side. In his little mind, Luke is powerful, really cool, and can make Gideon pee his pants -- of course he sees that and goes "ooh I wanna be like that guy".

First Steps into Darkness, while I mentioned will go into some of Din's story, will ultimately be a focus on Grogu (when I eventually finish it lol). I think child characters (especially cute bait like Grogu) often get the short end of the stick in terms of development, and it's SUCH a missed opportunity in my eyes. Children have very simple and blunt observations, and they SOAK up the world around them -- putting the mess of Sith Luke and through GROGU'S perspective is so fun to me.

Luke is not afraid of teaching Grogu, but he's afraid of Grogu idolizing him like HE did Vader. Despite Luke's attachment to his father, Vader was -- NOT really the best father, and deep down Luke knows that and is afraid. He keeps a distance from Grogu that Grogu is always trying to close. Grogu knows that Luke is just a teacher and that he's often not very personable with him. But Grogu sees how Luke's power has the ability to protect, he sees something in him like did with Din (who was also not very warm at first). Grogu believes that if he learns what Luke knows, he can too can become that protector that can stop wars and help those he cares about.

Grogu also continues to learn from Din about Mandalorian culture, so he isn't completely split between one or the other -- in fact, Luke encourages Din to keep sharing his roots with his son. The teachings of both Mandalorians and Sith are eventually the teachings that shape Grogu's perspective on loyalty, emotions, power, and so on. He's observant as hell, so he soaks everything up like a SPONGE.

And let's be honest, the Grogu realizing he could learn some tricks that maybe the Jedi forbade sounds a bit fun to him. He is still a kid after all.

Sorrynotsorry that was long -- I love talking about these concepts, and honestly answering these questions is helping me type out my thoughts to use as reference later. It's getting me fired up to keep writing and editing too.

Thank you again for the questions @just-prime -- I hope you found this interesting!!

#sithlukeau #sith luke skywalker #dinluke #din djarin #grogu #thank you for the ask

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demonslayedher · 2 years ago

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Why is it that demons are averse to wisteria? I have been trying to look into the meanings behind wisteria but I can only find what wisteria symbolises in European cultures. Is the relationship between demons and wisteria something that already exists in Japanese folklore, or something Gotoge decided, and if so, what might have been the reasoning/symbolism for choosing that particular plant over others?

AHA!!!! I knew I had written this up before, I just couldn't find it! I finally remembered that is was in my longer post theorizing that Muzan was from an offshoot of the Fujiwara clan! That wasn't exclusively about wisteria, but I'm copying-and-pasting here the long part that was, see below the cut. The Prof. Owada I refer to below is a retired Shizuoka University professor who wrote a book called “Japanese History of Demon Slayers” to directly capitalize on the success of Kimetsu no Yaiba, and to dive into a lot of ties between the series and what it may pay homage to throughout Japanese history and culture. It is not an official Shueisha publication and therefore not canon material, but it takes canon and fan theories into according pretty thoroughly. Since he's already done the breakdown of "why wisteria" I'm simply borrowing it. Short answer: No, this does not already exist in Japanese folklore and is unique to KnY. However, Gotouge usually has reasons for things and people love to ponder those reasons.

One such question is, why were wisteria lethal to demons? According to Prof. Owada’s research, there is no historical basis for this. Some of the talk online is that: 1. Wisteria are in fact poisonous, and consuming too much of them would cause vomiting and diarrhea (though I’ve also seen people make jam out of them because of the fragrance, so, like???) 2. Beans are thrown around at Setsubun to ward off demons (like so, Feat. Muzan and Kimetsu Beans), and wisteria are of the bean family 3. Wisteria like sunlight, so perhaps like Nichirin, they soak up some of the sun’s properties that are lethal to demons 4. In the language of flowers (Hanakotoba), wisteria symbolize kindness, welcomeness, refusing to leave someone’s side, being drunk with love, being straightforward and truthful, not losing the humanity in one’s heart, thereby containing a lot of meaning contrary to the conduct of demons Interesting, but some of its kind of a stretch. While still finding it a stretch to apply it to wisteria being poisonous to demons, Prof. Owada goes on to say that since ancient times, while the wisteria has some negative connotations of how it was sometimes written with characters meaning “doesn’t heal” (不治) and growing downward with smaller and smaller flowers like symbolize the slow downfall of a family line, it conversely also carries positive connotations of longevity and flourishing family due to the fact that its vines grow upward.

Now, you might picked up at some point that the Japanese word for wisteria is “fuji.” Not to be confused with Mt. Fuji (that’s written differently), it IS the same fuji as in “Fujiwara”: 藤.

Prof. Owada goes on to explore the association with the use of Wisteria crests in Kimetsu no Yaiba, especially on the houses of supporters of the Demon Slayer Corp. His recurring thesis is that the pandemic is partly responsible for Kimetsu no Yaiba’s popularity since demon legends have long since had origins in epidemics, and he supposes the Wisteria crest has a protective effect on the houses, similar to a talisman used in a lot of real life rituals for warding off illness and then often displays in or on the entries of houses to protect the family every year (I have one such item gifted to me, it stays by my doorway, along with a couple sticks of charcoal (but the culture of charcoal is a post for some other day)). The talisman is in reference to a god of Hindu/Chinese origins being treated with hospitality by the So clan, so although other families perished in disaster/disease, he promised to always protect the So clan descendants, so the talisman says “Descendants of the So Clan” so that any household may try to claim that divine protection. The gratitude-exchange of hospitality and protection and sure sounds familiar! Prof. Owada isn’t done yet. While the crest design used in Kimetsu no Yaiba isn’t an actual family crest in in real life, there are lots and lots and lots of family crests that use a wisteria design and have the character for “wisteria” in the name. Any time you hear “—tou”, like Satou, Saitou, or even Gotou, you can typically assume it’s 藤. It’s very common nowadays, but the first family to be granted the use of this name was the Fujiwara clan, when one of the pre-Heian and very powerful emperors granted their clan head this surname, which was a major honor, and it marked the start of the Fujiwara clan’s political dominance (there was already influence leading up to this, but meh, we like clear-cut stuff to simply centuries of history, don’t we?). Furthermore, although we often think of the Fujiwara clan for their influence at court, and we might think of the Minamoto clan for warrior heroes who fought demons, Prof. Owada concludes his argument of wisteria’s protective influence by pointed out a long list of Heian period Fujiwara warriors who also were the heroes of demon slaying legends, stating that their name has also long been tied with demon slayer culture.

#kny nerdery

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alstroemerian-dragon · 1 year ago

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thinking about the several month period where the survivors (plus the two who are already awake) work to 1) wake up mahiru 2) support her through healing and then 3) wake up peko

and how utterly Miserable that period of time has to be for fuyuhiko

(more under the cut because its another long one babey)

like. okay. heres a couple of disclaimers: this is a repeat, but i have not watched the anime. so if the character dynamics from it are your canon, just know i may not follow that. second, i… dont really think about mahiru that much. shes not really that much of a character to me, given what were given in canon, and the Casual Man Hating Mom Friend Lesbian (and i know she canonically has a crush on hajime so shes definitely bi or pan dont yell at me) trope just does nothing for me im sorry HOWEVER. in contrast to fuyuhiko, and in terms of what, in my brain, she does during the tragedy (which will probably WILDLY contradict literally everyone else’s opinions), there IS something in… her* arc post sim (that * will come back) that DOES interest me. bear with me

fuyuhikos ingrained belief system revolves almost entirely around the phrase ‘There is always a bigger fish.’ there is always going to be someone stronger, bigger, and more dangerous than you, so you have to work to be the strongest, biggest, and most dangerous you can in order to stay alive. along with that, he’s had very strangled views of what it means to be a Man shoved down his throat by most likely his father, so to him, being a man means being Big and Strong and Dangerous. but at the same time… he knows thats all bullshit. hes had other influences in his life, peko, his sister and, in my mind, his mother and other strong women high up in his clan, that have shown him the falsehoods of a lot of those claims. at the same time, he also knows, in the back of his head, that he physically can not meet those expectations for being a man. but… he is one. i think hes Solid in that. so it ends up all conglomerating and fighting in his head in a very confusing mess, which honestly has to be exhausting.

mahiru, by contrast, seems to have this very odd two-part system of beliefs, where being a man means being Confident and Strong and Protective, but at the same time, men are fundamentally Lazy and Stupid and Uncaring. women need to be protected by men, but also men are unnecessary. its… yeah its honestly familiar lmao. and some of this is the writers’ beliefs seeping in and some of it is bad writing but at the end of the day its what weve got.

so, to me, it really feels like the two of them would have absolutely hated each others guts during school. fuyuhiko is neither Big and Strong and Caring, nor is he Lazy and Stupid and Uncaring. he cares a lot, but not openly, or in a way that mahiru would easily recognize. hes an enigma in her eyes. and to fuyuhiko, mahiru is stuck in a frame of mind hes been fighting since he was a child, and as much as he’d try to be sympathetic, his anger has a tendency to get the better of him.

so… sato’s death would only have made this situation worse.

i dont think any of them knew he was responsible for her death. i dont think fuyuhiko told ANYONE aside from peko, especially since this would have been in their second year, after junko had begun sinking her talons into the entire class. how could he trust any of them? and he has to have known about her connection to mahiru, its the only way he could have found out she was involved in natsumi’s death. he kept it from her in particular, knowing she wouldn’t understand, knowing she would blame him, knowing it would just make things worse.

she probably doesnt realize the full extent of everything until… until after she wakes up.

im not gonna go too much into them as despairs, but lets just say that fuyuhiko… is responsible for a lot of bad things, even ones that happened to his fellow limbs. mahiru also did a lot of shit, but hiko i think is one of the only ones who hurt his so-called allies. and her cheery, fake, influencer-like attitude absolutely grated on him like crazy, resulting in a lot of screaming matches and even physical altercations.

so, when mahiru wakes up, her opinion of fuyuhiko is the lowest it could possibly be. hes an enigma, a stick in the gears, a man who hasnt yet shown his true colors and yet is also a violent, cruel dictator, fulfilling every expectation she has for the kind of man she expects the Ultimate Yakuza to be.

except he isnt. because by the time she wakes up, its been over a year and a half since the program shut down, and fuyuhiko is a very, very different person. and he doesnt have a low opinion of her at all. hes incredibly sympathetic to her situation, understands how much pain shes probably in, understands theres definitely a lot more under her surface beliefs that he doesnt see or know yet. thinks it was incredibly brave of her to stand up to him despite knowing he could be violent and dangerous.

and as the days go by, she sees that. sees him interacting with the others, sees him laugh at one of hajimes stupid jokes, sees him smile and roll his eyes at kazuichi’s physical affection, sees him lean on his cane when his leg flares up, sees him rubbing at the scars around his eye when they ache. sees how much respect he treats her with, how much space he gives her while not avoiding confrontations, because hes done running. hes been running for far too long, and hes done with it.

i think it takes a long time. weeks, maybe. months, possibly. but i think it starts to weigh on her mind, that she cant keep treating him like a criminal. like a weapon. cant keep ignoring his humanity in favor of the label of Violent Man that sits in her brain. and, additionally, interacting with the others, with hajime, with sonia, with kazuichi and sagishi. she starts to realize how utterly stupid the rigid gender structures that exist in her heard really are.

basically what im saying is i think mahiru is a he/him butch bi woman because i love to hit characters with the Cool Ass Gender ray. this is where that * comes back by the way thats why thats there because mahirus not a girl but also he is a girl but also hes not. hope this helps <3 also he and fuyuhiko are Worsties. they should eventually get to a point where they can both make jokes about the fact that fuyuhiko tried to kill him and can also have serious conversations about the sato and natsumi shit without devolving into unproductive arguing.

AND THEN PEKO WAKES UP FUCK THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT—

#personal #meta #danganronpa #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #mahiru koizumi #yeah im character tagging its about them. whatever #sorry to all the mahiru fans out there but his canon shit is just sooooo boring to me #i have to do something interesting with him or ill simply die #and hes too entwined with fuyuhiko and pekos arcs and storylines for me to allow myself to ignore him entirely so. here you go.#this is me trying really really hard to find something to grasp onto in him #i guess the ‘and then peko wakes up’ post is gonna have to be another one #i just think about mahiru waking up and asking coldly if fuyuhiko made it and he from out of her line of sight goes ‘im right here.’#and she just goes RIGID.#the angst i gobble it down out of my hands like a fucking animal

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lolasucksmints89 · 7 months ago

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Omen of the Stars: part 1:

Though I haven't written my summary for Power of Three, I had a really strong idea for an Omen of the Stars: The Fourth Apprentice. I've written down a whole semi- detail a recap of what I would change for the New Prophecy Midnight to Twilight/Sunset books human AU. I see the art that I made and I really want to go back to it, I need to practice my digital art.

I'll catch up anyone who is reading this and hasn't read my other Human AU posts. If you do I must warm you they have a lot of mistakes. The Clan cats are human but they have cat features, their births are staggered, for example: Tawnypelt was both years before Brambleclaw (he goes by Brambleflower now) so litter mates still have the same parents but they are much older and younger compared to the seris. Also the Tribe of Rushing Water has dragons and Sharptooth (fairly certain I called him something else) was a massive dragon. Along with that a lot of other fantasy creatures exist in this AU. The setting/ vibe of this AU is a post-apocalyptic fantasy.

In the Power of Three I made it so Sol was manipulating things behind the scenes to get the Tribe of Rushing Water to attack the clans after they tried to help them with a rogue problem but made everything worse. After the battle the Tribe cut off all contact with the clans (collapsing tunnels that made transport from the mountains to the lake a very short journey). This cut off Jay from Rock and Fallen Leaves who were the ones that were teaching him about his and his siblings' powers. Sol was chased out with his followers. Hollyleaf revealed the prophecy and the secret that Lion, Jay and her were the products of a forbidden relationship and has since gone missing.

The Omen of the Stars: The Fourth Apprentice. Human AU.

Birchfall and Whitewing had objected to the war between the clans and the tribe. They wanted to live in peace as the war was beginning, namely they wanted their young family away from the territories and the danger that had come. They lived in a small farmland with the house they built themselves. Ivy was born before they left but Dove was born completely outside the territories.

Dove was born deaf. Her family learned sign language to accommodate her. Ivy was her best friend. At a young age they learned how to grow and plant crops and their parents taught them how to hunt. Though around age 10 Dove heard something in the sky. Her family didn't believe her because she often said strange things and they assumed that she just had a great imagination. One day while she was with Ivy pulling carrots from their garden Dove stared up at the sky and walked away from the house, her eyes on something in the sky.

Ivy went to get her parents as Dove walked farther and farther away. It was a creature in the sky and they were talking. It was a large snakelike serpent, that traveled between the clouds and spat lighting but with Dove's magic she was able to see it and watch it slither through storms and blizzards and when she tired she could speak to it in its head.

It had told her about the clan cats not too far away from where they lived and she looked at the clans too. Dove wants to know more but decided to talk about it with the creature instead of her mom and dad. It agreed to tell her if she walked away from her family. She got far enough away from them it reveals that it was tired of her voice following it wherever it went and it decided to get rid of her.

It shot down lightning at her, Dove attempted to roll away but it got her. In the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness with her parents running towards her.

When Dove dreams, she dreams of Starclan and they tell her that they expect great things from her. Dove is excited.

Dove wakes very injured from the lighting blast. Her family is taking her back to the territories to get treated. The closest territory is Shadowclan.

They are taken in and Dove is treated by Littlecloud and Flamepaw. She meets Tigerpaw and they get off on a bad foot because he is a bit insensitive to her deafness. Birchfall and Whitewing fall back into clan life easily and while Dove is nursed back to health. When Dove is almost healed they have a family meeting.

They tell their daughters that they are thinking of moving back to Thunderclan but if they don't want to they will go back to their home. Ivy doesn't want to but Dove really wants to go live in Thunderclan. Birch and White tell Ivy that they’ll compromise: they will stay a few moons and if Dove and Ivy both hate it then they will go back to their farm.

Thunderclan does not welcome them very warmly when they return. Dove and Ivy meet their grandparents for the first time. Since they are both of age and White and Birch are going to stay for a while Firestar makes Ivy and Dove apprentices, giving them to Cinderheart and Lionblaze.

Since there is a pretty harsh drought happening their mentors don't give them time to settle in. It is believed that the tunnels collapsing made the lake mostly dry up, it has been for almost a year but since it hasn't rained in three moons the clans are suffering crops are going bad and dying as their animals so there is more relyance on hunting which is causing skimmerish between the clans.

Dovepaw doesn't want to use her power too much but when she isn't good at tracking right away she gets impatient and uses her powers to track down and shoot a stag. Lion and Cinder are blown away by this while Ivypaw feels a little useless because she has hunted before and even bragged about it to the other apprentice as she isn’t able to catch anything.

Blossompaw and Bumblepaw bully Ivypaw and Dovepaw. Brairpaw breaks them up before anything major breaks out because Ivy throws a punch for Dovepaw. But the sisters both realize the clan sees them both as outsiders so they promise to stick together no matter what.

The first gathering that Dove attends does not go well. Ivypaw and her try to make friends with the other apprentices. Dove avoids Tigerpaw. But a few apprentices from Windclan hang out with them. When they theorize what happened to the river Ivypaw dismisses them because others have told her about the collapsed tunnels but Dovepaw tries to tell them that she knows who blocked the river.

No one believes her and they laugh and make fun of her and Ivypaw is ready to fight for her sister. This causes enough of a commotion for Whitewing to come and try to diffuse the situation. But while she is trying to calm everyone down Dovepaw takes a stick and draws a large map on the sand, since it's a very accurate map many people stop and take notice.

The leaders see this and decide that Dovepaw must have had a sign from Starclan. So they dismiss the gathering and get a few people to copy the map.

Lionblaze and Jayfeather now know that Dovepaw is part of the prophecy. The next chance he gets Lionblaze takes her and Jayfeather and sits them all down together. Dovepaw explains the things that she can do and see. She can't hear anything that's closer than 10 feet but the further away something is clear she can hear it. And if she really concentrates and closes her eyes she can transport herself to places but only for a little time.

The boys explain the prophecy. They thought that the prophecy was to do with keeping the clans safe and they tried their best even though war happened between the tribe and the clans but since Dovepaw has been revealed as the third cat another threat might be around the corner since they couldn't stop the violence that happened before they want to stop anything worse that happens. They tell her to keep it a secret at least until they fully understand what they need to do.

Dovepaw tells her sister about the prophecy. Ivypaw doesn't believe her but Dovepaw tells her both Lion's and Jay's power's and together they tested out. At the next training session Ivypaw tries to surprise attack Lion and see if she could break his skin and make him bleed. When Ivypaw gets in trouble Dovepaw attacks him as well so they can be punished together.

Then Ivypaw and Dovepaw stick a bunch of thorns into Blossompaw's bed. And they watched as Jayfeather plucked all of the thorns out of Blossom's back without even needing to feel them. (Jay isn't a medic but he is Blossom's mentor).

The next gathering the leader agree to send a group of warriors to stop the blockage. If it is caused by other cats they give permission for these cats to use violence. Though the leaders are undecided on whether to use violence to force them out or to offer them a place in the clan to get them to stop.

Whitewing and Birchfall do not want to send their daughter away. Firestar silences them because Starclan wills it. Everyone else is chosen for the journey.

Tigerpaw goes with Toadfoot from Shadow. Petalfur and Rippletail from River but I would like to swap out Whitetail for Sunstrike (because since she is going to be training with the "Darkforest" later it will be better to introduce her now).

On the journey line tried to take charge but Toadstep is against him. Blackmailing him because he meddled in Shadowclan's affairs when he faked a sign to attempt to get Blackfoot to believe in Starclan again.

The travel is good at first until one night they are attacked by a group of wolves. Toadstep and Rippletail try to fight them when the rest of the group retreated. Rippletail almost gets dragged off by the pack but Lionblaze saves his life.

More problems arise later in the trip and Lionblaze and Toadstep butt heads again. And Toad reveals Lionblaze's secret group is split and decides to follow Toadstep instead the only people that side with him are Dovepaw and Rippletail.

As they continue on the way up they meet three strange old women selling rabbits and herbs. The cats are suspicious of them and they explain that they don't sell normal food but food that they've modified to make the eater have an experience beyond imagination. (They sell food and hallucinogenic drugs).

When they get to the dam they find that the group there is a bunch of toms who used magic and two flightless dragons to build a damn small community of mostly empty houses. Toad wants to fight them but the group who sided with him agreed that they are outnumbered greatly and decide to go talk to the group.

The group is called Castors (Castor Fiber is Beavers. And they are all called that because that's the leader's last name so it is their last name as well). Dovepaw sees that they are treating the two dragons very poorly and over both of their mouths is a metal cage.

The Castors they learn of what their dam is doing to the people down the lake they are indifferent. The leader reveals to the clan cats that the Castors used to be part of a much bigger group until they decided to go their own way. They want to make their own life here and they are not going to let the clan cats stop that but since they are a big group of guys they offer the ladies of the group to join them. (I picture them to be just like the group from Watership Down who want to go make their own warren. These toms were part of an army but left to try and build a community).

Warren, the leader, tells them that if they don't leave they will destroy them and unlatches one of the dragon's mouth so it blows flame. Toadstep (or one of the other cats there) reveals that if they're not back then the clan will send people. So Warren tells his guys to take the group hostage so if that does happen it will be more difficult for the clan to attack them.

Lionblaze sacrifices himself so the others can escape. Lion is kept hostage while Warren sends out his guys to track down the others.

Dovepaw stresses about her mentor but Rippletail encourages them to work together and not run back to the clans. They begin to formulate a plan they realize that of the group only one of Castor knows/ does magic so if they can kidnap him and trade him for Lionblaze.

They spot him part of one of the groups chasing them and they decide to lead him into a trap. It goes wrong and one of them is almost captured but at the last minute they are able to work together and capture the magic user. His name is Fiber. Toadstep is going to beat him up and threatens to send one of his fingers to his leader but Dove realises because of his magic she can talk to him in his head.

Fiber reveals that he is the only one with abilities. Though they come with a price and make him have great nightmares about what is happening downriver. He feels really bad about what they are doing but Warren is his brother and he is too scared to go against him.

Dovepaw tells everyone what Fiber told her and the clan cats decide to use him in their plot.

Sedgewhisker points out that houses are made really terribly. Fiber tells them that none of the Castor are builders. Since Sedgewhisker and Rippletail were builder's apprentices they go over how he made the houses and look for weak points in them. The clan cats realize they can send in Dove and Tigerpaw can sneak into them and set those weak supports on fire so the buildings collapse, weakening the dam.

As they plan Fiber tells them a bit more about the Castors how they were a part of some religious army and Warren used to be good until their older brother Hazel died and Warren had his troop swear loyalty to him or die.

While Tigerpaw and Petalfur stays with the others, Sunstrike, Toadstep and Dovepaw leave to go find the three mysterious old ladies and their strange food. Dovepaw tracks them down and though the others try to barter with them the old women say they want something else now. They want the clan cats to tell them their biggest secrets. Sunstrike tells them that she's been having very strange dreams that may cause her clanmates to hate her, Toadstep tells them that everyone in Shadowclan wants him to settle down with a mate but he doesn't feel anything for any she-cat. Dovepaw decides to write down the prophecy and give it to them and for each secret they give them a rabbit.

Once they get back to the others are planned against form. They decide what they are going to pretend like they took Warren up on his deal and send in some of the ladies who are going to join his group. Petalfur is the only one to eagerly volunteers for this, Sunstrike outright refuses and Sedgewhisker is indifferent. Because of this Dovepaw hesitantly volunteers but the group all immediately shut her down. So Petalfur plans to bring in the drugged food with Fiber and give it to the Castors and while they're all distracted Dove and Tiger will begin to burn down the house's while everyone moves in and removes the intoxicated Castors then together they will all blow up the dam.

Once Fiber is in he will free Lionblaze and catch him up on the plan.

The night before everyone is really nervous. Dovepaw can't sleep; she wanders around and finds Tigerpaw. They catch up though Tigerpaw can’t understand as well as some of the others. So instead they practise a few battle moves just in case they are caught by any of the Castors. They fell asleep in the same sleeping bag and when Dove wakes up she realises how close everybody's gotten despite being from different clans.

They send Petalfur and Fiber off and wait for their signal to move in once everybody has been significantly incapacitated. But it never comes. Toadstep and Dovepaw decide to move in to check if everything is going okay. They find that everybody has eaten the rabbits but so has Petalfur who they find on top of another man. She hastily reveals that she had to eat some of the rabbits because they didn't believe the stuff that she had wasn’t poisoned because it smelled so weird when they were cooking them. Though she is significantly intoxicated, she convinces her partner to help her carry all the unconscious people out of the dam telling him that if they wait on the shore they can all get married.

Dovepaw and Tigerpaw go to start their work on the houses while Toadstep looks for Lionblaze and everyone else moves the unconscious people. Everything appears to be going well until Dovepaw realises that everybody hasn’t eaten the rabbits. Warren left to investigate the smoking houses when Warren discovers Dovepaw he decided to test out his latest soldier and sends Lionblaze to attack her.

Dovepaw is at first relieved but then realises Lionblaze is under some sort of spell.

While Petalfur was getting a majority of the Castors high, Warren had pulled Fiber aside to where he had been keeping Lionblaze. Warren had attempted to beat out more information about the clans but he found Lionblaze was invulnerable (Lionblaze can only be hurt by his own hands) so when Fiber came back Warren had him (through manipulation and threats) place a spell on Lionblaze to only follow his orders.

Warren tests out that power by ordering Lionblaze to cut one his fingers off. He does and Warren almost orders him to hurt himself worse but Fiber begs him not to.

Dovepaw runs from Lionblaze and discovers that Tigerpaw has been discovered by other people (people on guard duty) though they did manage to set quite a few places on fire. They run back to the dam where the others have been discovered and they are fighting. Dovepaw and Tigerpaw decide to release the dragons and finish the burning of the dam.

Lionblaze chases them in the stables and Dove and Tiger have to fight him. Though the work together they can't even scratch him. Dove release the dragons and undoes the metal holding their mouths close. They both breathe fire on Lionblaze which stops him and the dragons run off, attracted by the commotion of the battle.

Lionblaze collapses on the barn floor, alive but very dazed. Tiger and Dove run back to join the battle.

Fiber is there and trying to defeat the dragons who are attacking both the clan cats and the remaining Castors. Dove and Tigerpaw can't tell whose side he is on so they join the fighting. Since they are the youngest they work together to take down bigger opponents and use the same moves that they practised the night before.

They split and Dovepaw sees Warren about to kill Toadstep she runs in and stabs Warren in the back. Warren grabs her and starts to strangle her but Fiber stops him. Warren drops Dovepaw and Rippletail grabs her and pulls her away.

Fiber tries to stand up to his brother but unintentionally reveals that he betrayed him. Enraged, Warren attempts to stab him. Rippletail jumps in between before he can. Warren rips out his sword and Rippletail falls from the dam and down into the empty river. Dovepaw screams in her head that his brothers attempted to kill him which snaps Fiber out of his haze . Fiber is still in total shock when Warren goes to stab him again and he explodes.

The dam goes down with everyone on it.

Dovepaw was knocked unconscious by a massive wave.

Petalfur wakes her up. She reveals that she saw Dove in the water and pulled her up onto some debris. Petal is still coming down from whatever it is that she took so she isn't sure how long they have been floating. Dovepaw wonders if everybody else is okay. They float for a bit longer before they both have the strength to fight against the current and push themselves onto shore.

Petalfur suggests that they walk up the river and see if anyone else is around. Dovepaw follows her quietly, unable to bring herself to tell that Rippletail died right in front of her. They find first Sunstrike and Segdewhisker were on the opposite side of the shore, they reveal that they managed to save Lionblaze, and weekly calls out his apologies to Dovepaw now that he is free from the spell.

Attracted by the shouting Tigerpaw runs to Dovepaw and hugs her happily. They decide to look for Toadstep and Rippletail. That's when Dove reveals that Rippletail died. Petalfur collapses to her knees and cries out and Dovepaw hugs her because she doesn't know what else to do.

The water is rushing too fast for them to cross it so Sun, Sedge and Lion try to find a place that they could cross further down the river while Tiger, Dove and Petal camp. The Petal is having a miserable time grieving and vomiting.

Rain comes the next day and makes the flooding much much worse. Lionblaze finds Toadstep, he washed up on shore with Fiber and Warren's body. Warren got knocked onto some shrapnel and died and Toadstep was trying to get Fiber to leave his brother's body but he was far too inconsolable.

With Lionblaze there he and Toadstep bury Warren the way that the clan do and Fiber is very appreciative of this and does a strange prayer after. Toadstep apologises for the way that he treated Lion and he accepts. He also reveals what Fiber did and Toadstep offers Fiber a place in Shadowclan since he helped them out but traumatised Lionblaze.

They take him back back to the camp and try to figure out how they are going to get back home. Segdewhisker comes up with the idea to make a boat and sail back. Fiber is about to create one but she stops him since his buildings were the thing that caused this in the first place.

So Segdewhisker with the help of Tigerpaw and Dovepaw build the boat. Petalfur is almost inconsolable but when it's time for them to go onto the water she decides to take at the helm because Riverclan are the masters of the waters. And though she tries to joke with them Dove can tell she is still miserable/ They quickly carved some oars and set off before the storm gets worse.

The way back is very treacherous but they sail easily now the river is flowing so strongily. The boat breaks but they manage to work together so it does not sink. When they reached the lake they see that the clans are celebrating in the store.

Since it is the closest the returning warriors stay in Shadowclan while they wait for the storm to die down. They stay a couple days and Dovepaw is welcomed back by Littlecloud and Flamepaw. The celebration happens in full swing though in the middle of the night Petalfur leaves to return home. When they wake up and find that she is gone Blackfoot is going to send a patrol to find her. Dove uses her powers to see that Petalfur has made it safely back to Riverclan though she looks in on Petalfur telling her leader and Rippletail's parents that he didn't make it back.

Dovepaw feels very sad about this. She tells Lionblaze that Petal is okay but Lionblaze refuses to tell anyone so Shadowclan warriors are sent out needlessly into the storm to go find her.

Another night Dovepaw overhears Toadstep and Fiber talking. Fiber says he wants to stay in Shadowclan but he is afraid that they are just gonna use him as a tool to fight and hurt other clans. He doesn't want that. Toadstep promises that he won't tell anyone or let that happen but Fiber knows that everyone else on the journey knows and it would be in their best interest to tell their leaders about him and his magic. He doesn't want to be used again and he also doesn't want anyone to be at risk because of him. Toadstep begs him to stay but he says that is going to leave in the morning.

Dovepaw tells Tigerpaw about this and she feels like that shouldn't really help anybody. Tigerpaw tells her that she saved his life by releasing the dragons when Lionblaze was attacking him and she saved Toadstep when Warren was about to kill him. Dovepaw thanks him for telling her and he encourages her to join in the celebration which she does for that night.

Lionblaze sees them talking and knows that she told him about the prophecy. The next day the storm is clear enough that it is safe for everyone to return home. Lionblaze talks to Dove urging her to not tell anyone else how their special because they have their powers for a reason and the more others learn about them the weaker they can become. He shows Dove the finger that Warren made him cut off and Dovepaw is now worried about the harm that can be done to her and others by her own powers.

#human au #warriors #dovepaw #ivypaw #lionblaze #tigerpaw #toadstep #sedgewhisker #sunstrike #petalfur #rippletail #more rouge ocs i made up #i we everyone that i make I want do to detail backstory but i have to stop myself because its a warriors AU

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mama-mia-its-mia · 9 months ago

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This is a big long ramble but at the very bottom is my final answer with a 1 scentance explanation.

First we have to figure out what of pon farr is, is it

A strictly biological drive, therefore cut off from their telepathy/emothons

A release of mental pressure/emotional pressure gained from their telepathy or

A mix of the two

Personally, I think its 3.

It started out as a physical drive pre-Surak but functioned much like our own hormone cycles do - specifically womens cycles seem to be the most similar, though not by much - plus the need to further the development of your clan, it makes sense for the other party to be procreated with. AND I think theres a little bit of telepathy involed too. You're a telepath in a war-like and high-anger society, at least some of that has to seep into your brain and make you a bit crazy.

Then, post-Surak I think that the emotions/telepathy switched with the physical drive. You're a probably-repressed, highly emotional person with such a tight hold on the sand that is emotions that they seep through your fingers. Couple that with telepathy (while also tightly controlled) that specifically focuses on others' emotions? Has to be hell on the psyche and there has to be a release of tention at some point, which is where pon farr comes in. The biological drive is still the foundation, but I believe that the form of it has changed through Vulcan societal development. Ill bring proof for this in a sec.

However, the reciving party no longer has to be procreated-with because the 'clan' loyalty idea no longer exists.

Also take into account a few other details

Female Vulcans also go through Pon Farf

Modernday pon farr is done with a specific bondmate that the Vulcan has had since childhood

Kal-if-fee can end pon farr

Intesive meditation can end pon farr

So if both men and women go through pon farr, its most likely not a 'i must procreate' though that could play into it.

If kaliffee can end a pon far NOW but didnt pre-surak (canon) why does it now? That goes back to one of my other points: it implies after a certain level of agression is released, the Vulcan regains control - ergo emotions are more involved rather then it being specifically a drive

Same with intensive meditation - and I hate to do this but we have to figure out what Vulcan meditation is like. They can, from what Tuvok (who tried to use this method) and Tpol specifically have implied, bring up detailed scenes in their mind and 'control' them (an ocean that YOU must calm - Tpol) or use them to order their thoughts (each star as a thought - Tuvok) while meditating. So its a way to order and control thoughts and (presumably) emotions. Again, more evidence that pon far relies on emotions more than the biological drive in modernday.

Theres also the bondmate thing which was introduced post-Surak which could go either way in the emotions vs. Drive debate but puts a snitch in there where Vulcans 'logically' want to make more Vulcans so they do male-female matches rather then homosexual matches. (We also dont know if they do it according to procreation or mental attunment of the kids to one another (also fucking wild but I vibe))

Please note that I am in no way a Vulcan historian and just an avid Star Trek fan

So I don't think it would be possible for a pre-Surak male Vulcan to go through pon farr with another male Vulcan due to clan pressures and just general Vulcan society (personally I imagine it like the medieval times, gay sex happened, but they certainly werent getting married about it). But i do think a post-Surak male Vulcan could go through pon farr with a male Vulcan but won't because abovementioned argument in bondmate paragraph because its based more on emotions then pre-Surak pon farr seems to be. So the whole question rests on wether or not bondmates are tested for if theyd be mentally aplicable for each other or if theyre male-female for reproduction reasons.

(And knowing Star Trek writers its probably repro reasons)

Also we dont know that much about pre-Surak Vulcan, this is just speculation on the tid bits we're given.

Final answer: Yes!

The gay Vulcans could fuck if they wanted because Pon Farr is based more in the release of emotions then the actual act of sex or reproduction.

Now I debated with my dad if gay vulcans would have sex with male vulcans or females during pon Farr. (both big fans of star trek)

#star trek #pon farr #star trek poll

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buckpaws · 4 years ago

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Fawnpaw’s Way

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Fawnpaw is an apprentice of Autumnclan - known for its clever disposition and keen ability to hunt in the undergrowth of their dense forests. Unlike her littermates, however, her apprenticeship is to her mother, and her den has always been the nursery. Having only learned to walk at 5 moons, there were grim expectations from her clan’s medicine cat; but now at 8 moons, Fawnpaw is at a pivotal moment of self-discovery as she navigates her unique role within Autumnclan.

(experimental little wc oc writing from song of 6 trees...a story about trees and cats and stuff)

ALLEGIANCES

AUTUMNCLAN resourceful ● forest foragers ● adventurous

LEADER APPLESTAR - dark brown tabby she-cat with a white chest and tail tip, and pale green eyes

DEPUTY HAZELHEART - small light brown tabby she-cat with soft yellow eyes

MEDICINE CAT MAPLEFLOWER - calico she-cat with orange covering her muzzle DAPPLEHEART - large golden she-cat with a distinctive spotted coat and white paws

WARRIORS FERNSHINE - stocky calico she-cat with thick fur and green eyes

YELLOWBIRCH - lithe orange tabby tom APPRENTICE, RUNNINGPAW

SORRELWING - long-furred ginger tabby she-cat APPRENTICE, BRINDLEPAW

VIXENBREEZE - Cream-colored she-cat with dark paws and ears, and piercing blue eyes APPRENTICE, MOTTLEPAW

LEOPARDSPOTS - very large golden she-cat with distinctive dark spots and a long tail

DUSKSTRIPE - Thick-furred dark gray tom with dark paws and amber eyes

FOXBURROW - tall, dark brown tabby tom with unusual curled fur and yellow eyes

BRACKENSTRIPE - brown and white tabby tom with amber eyes and large paws APPRENTICE, VOLEPAW

FALLENWING - dark gray tom with a dark muzzle and ears, and amber eyes APPRENTICE, MISTYPAW

FOGBRIGHT - Pale gray she-cat with a light underbelly, and yellow eyes APPRENTICE, PLUMPAW

BLAZINGBIRD - thick-furred ginger tabby she-cat with a white muzzle and bright green eyes

FINCHMASK - thin light brown tabby tom with a white face and paws

GORSEWIND - small calico she-cat, blind in one eye

APPRENTICES PLUMPAW - lean black tom with green eyes

MISTYPAW - pale tabby she-cat with large blue eyes

VOLEPAW - small, dark brown tabby tom with short, curled fur and yellow eyes

BRINDLEPAW - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with dark green eyes

RUNNINGPAW - brown tabby tom

FAWNPAW - tiny brown and white tabby she-cat with a half-white muzzle and green eyes

MOTTLEPAW - long-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with white paws and a twisted jaw and nose

QUEENS MUDPETAL - small tortoiseshell she-cat with light yellow eyes APPRENTICE, FAWNPAW

MARIGOLDTAIL - strong calico she-cat with an orange tail and green eyes (mother of Rosekit, an orange and white she-kit, and Pinekit, a dark brown tabby tom with a white chest and paws)

ELDERS MARBLECOAT - very old, big white tom with black on his paws, nose, and ears

SNOWDROP - frail old white she-cat with a black spot on her nose, going blind

BRIARFALL - cream colored she-cat with dark ears and paws, and dark blue eyes

BADGERTOOTH - black and white tom with amber eyes and large white paws

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ch.1

Fawnpaw nuzzled into her mother’s flank, letting the soft tortoiseshell fur found there lull her to rest while she was groomed. This was what she did every day, as she continued to live in the nursery. She was too weak to handle normal apprentice duties, but her heart was happy surrounded by marble. The moss, leaves and feathers made it comfortable under her paws, and it was hard to imagine making her home anywhere other than the place in which she was born.

Feeling her mother’s tongue begin to rasp behind her ears, a purr erupted from the tiny brown and white she-cat. Mudpetal was the kindest and most beautiful queen in all of Autumnclan, and the apprentice couldn’t imagine a better mother or mentor. It wasn’t a popular or conventional decision for the young she-cat to stay in the nursery for her apprenticeship, but it didn’t bother her. In the last moon alone, she had seen the entire underground cave that sprawled beyond the nursery, protecting it like a sacred pearl. Mudpetal had also taught her the Warrior Code, how to care for the clan’s elders and kits - Fawnpaw certainly felt like an apprentice! Her mind whirled with the different responsibilities of being a clan cat, and when her siblings would return to camp with their jaws clamped around freshkill, Fawnpaw found herself even more glad to be exempt from hunting. It would be difficult to compete with Volepaw or Runningpaw.

Her brothers, as well as her sister, Brindlepaw, had been made apprentices two moons before her. They were a strong trio, constantly venturing out from the nursery together. At the time, Fawnkit and Mottlekit had been fighting for the strength to wake up each day. The tiny she-cat smiled, thinking of how much she owed to her youngest sister. Despite her ailments and disabilities, and how different her mind behaved to other cats in the clan, the tortoiseshell had never stopped battering her sister with her paws to play, purring at any cat who came by. It didn’t matter to her, even now as an apprentice surrounded by stronger, bigger, healthier young cats, Mottlepaw faced every day with bright eyes.

“You seem especially happy today,” Mudpetal mewed, finishing her grooming with a purr of her own. “What’s on your mind, Fawnpaw?”

Gazing up at her mother for a moment, Fawnpaw felt like she couldn’t speak through her purring.

“I’m grateful, that’s all. I wonder if I’ll get to attend a gathering soon with everyone else.”

Her mother was thoughtful, and finally gave her a last lick on the head, smoothing a set of stripes into place in her tabby fur.

“I’m sure Applestar will let you go soon. The Gathering-Place isn’t too far from our camp.” But her voice held a few notes of doubt that were difficult for Fawnpaw to ignore. She peered up, yellow eyes prying, until her mother had to avert her olive gaze from her daughter. “We’re facing some difficult times. Our leader has many worries.”

“Do I worry her? For being weak?”

“You are not weak,” Her mother said sternly, “Being able to run and hunt aren’t the only ways to be strong. You’re learning how to care for your clan in a different way, that’s all.”

It was as she always told her, and Fawnpaw liked the conviction with which her mother could comfort her. She was loved. That was definitely true. There would be plenty of time to prove herself to Applestar and the rest of Autumnclan.

A loud mewl filtered into their den. Fawnpaw’s ears pricked to catch which kit was fussing. A pause. Pinekit.

She looked to her mother for approval, who gave her a nod and a gentle nudge with her muzzle. The apprentice scrambled from her nest on skinny, wobbly legs. Shaking soft bits of moss and fern from her pelt, Fawnpaw scurried out of her mother’s section of the nursery, and out towards the rest of the cave. Following the noise, she finally popped her head through the entrance.

Marigoldtail was trying to lick her son into feeling calm, but Pinekit just wouldn’t settle. Looking up, the calico she-cat’s eyes brightened at the sight of her sister’s kit. Beckoning her over, Fawnpaw padded up and nuzzled the young tom. His sister, Rosekit, was trying to burrow herself into their mother’s belly, away from the squawks and cries of her littermate. She had even stuffed her tiny white paws over her ears.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Marigoldtail murmured, looking apologetic. “He’s had trouble sleeping since he came back to the nursery. And the herbs my sister gives him don’t exactly make the job any easier.”

Fawnpaw nodded in understanding. The poor little kit had had problems with his breathing since he was born close to three moons prior. She nosed at his dark brown tabby fur, stopping at the white patch on his chest. Letting her purr overpower the gentle rattling of his breath, Fawnpaw felt Pinekit begin to knead into her. His cries were soon raspy purrs. She licked away a few stray pieces of yellow coltsfoot that had stuck to his white leg fur like little golden bugs.

The queen was now purring heavily too, blinking with gratitude at the young apprentice. Once he was thoroughly asleep, she tucked Pinekit gently back into his mother’s belly, where he curled up against his sister. Fawnpaw’s heart felt full at the sight of the tiny bundles of orange and brown fur, their white paws and tails intertwined. She loved her kin, and was so happy she got to take care of them. It would be a long time until they were apprentices, but maybe they could train together someday! The kits were so small, surely she would be able to keep up with them far better than her rambunctious littermates.

“You have a real skill, Fawnpaw,” said Marigoldtail, her green eyes shining with affection and pride. With her tail straight up and twitching happily, Fawnpaw turned and left the den. She stopped at the entrance of her mother’s den, where the small she-cat was laying on her side with her head resting neatly on her paws.

“I’m going to go look for Mottlepaw,” She meowed.

“Good, the sun must feel wonderful today. When you see her, you should remind her to see Mapleflower for her herbs.” Fawnpaw dipped her head at her mother’s request. Her sister wouldn’t love them; hopefully it wouldn’t be a large ordeal to get her sister to the medicine cat’s den.

“Come on, Mottlekit! They’re good for you!” Dappleheart mewed wearily, trying not to be discouraged by the kit’s loud protests. Rather than saying no, the she-kit simply threw herself on the ground, yowling and screeching. Mapleflower’s tail lashed nearby, orange and white fur whipping in and out of her place in the shadows. The golden she-cat’s ears flattened to her head, struggling with failing to please both her patient and her mentor.

“She’ll learn…” She started, only to be silenced by Mapleflower’s glare. “I know that they’re not very yummy … “

“No! No! No!” Came the eventual words from Mottlekit, but her words were slurred and off-center. The cleft in her lip, curled up into her nose like an angry vine, made her look even more hysterical and upset when her jaw opened to yell.

Disheartened, the medicine cat apprentice guided the kit back to her nest. She would never give up on Mottlekit, no matter how much work it took to get the stubborn little kit to understand her.

Fawnpaw owed just as much to the medicine cats as Mottlepaw. She spent a lot of time musing on the moons spent helping the two she-kits grow into cats healthy and strong enough to become apprentices. And once they were ‘paws, Applestar had found the perfect places for them. Fawnpaw knew that her leader was proud of her progress so far, even if it didn’t mean an extra body on one of her patrols. Why would Autumnclan have elders if every cat had to be strong and tough? Why would apprentices have to wait six moons to start their training, only after their bodies had begun to become strong and nimble? It made sense to her.

Letting her paws carry her down the slope, Fawnpaw felt the smooth marble begin to fade into sturdy, gray stone. The vines and aspen leaves marked the entrance of the nursery, but Fawnpaw could tell it by touch alone. She passed it, looking around for any sign of her sister. The cave portion of the camp was quiet, and so she decided to venture up above ground. Maybe one of her littermates would be enjoying some of the greenleaf sunshine that Mudpetal had mentioned. Following subtle divots in the stone from generations of paws, Fawnpaw made her way towards the cave’s main opening. It was steep, and tiny pebbles cascaded down with every step up towards the pouring light that led into the center of camp.

Padding up and into the gorge, Fawnpaw’s large ears twitched back and forth. Different scents hit her nose, and she felt a little startled by the diversity of them. Peering around the bend of red rock, Fawnpaw noticed Leopardspots and Duskstripe, her mate, sharing tongues under an overhang. The shade there muted the gold and gray shades of their pelts, and the pair seemed content to rest in the cool shadows. Fawnpaw looked in awe at the large she-cat, easily as tall as a fox, but with a heart a hundred times more gentle. She had heard many stories of Leopardspots’ bravery, bringing her kits to Autumnclan in order to protect them from the wrath of her kind. One of those kits had then gone on to save her life.

She could also scent Applestar and Hazelheart, their familiar tang muddled with something totally unfamiliar. The imprint of many hushed voices drifted down from the leader’s den, but Fawnpaw couldn’t make out anything that was said. Besides, she wasn’t interested in eavesdropping on the leader and her deputy’s affairs.

With a polite nod to the resting warriors, Fawnpaw continued on her way.

Even as she passed under the dappled light of the forest, peering insistently through brambles and bushes, Fawnpaw could feel that the entire hollow was warm. Her pawsteps were silent as shade consumed her once more. Where the hollow met the earth, thick layers of soil and red stone kept the elder’s den pleasantly cool in greenleaf, but plenty warm during leafbare. Fawnpaw’s eyes followed the vine and honeysuckle trail that she had woven into place at the den’s entrance. The sight of it made her heart surge with pride. Mudpetal had taught her the importance of keeping the elder’s den clean and full of stimulation. It was one of her favorite of the apprentice tasks, though few aside from her found the time to do such a thing in addition to their training.

Flicking her ears against the tickles of the vines, Fawnpaw caught a scent that she knew too well, and her tail quivered in excitement. Following voices and scents once more through the dark den, she was soon met with a busy scene before her. Mottlepaw was there with Plumpaw, an older apprentice who had once been their denmate in the nursery. Badgertooth and Briarfall, the youngest elders, were resting with the young black tom, who was gently massaging Briarfall’s flank. Fawnpaw remembered that his mother, Vixenbreeze, was the pair’s only kit.

“Ah, Fawnpaw!” Came a rattling mew from Snowdrop. The she-cat was tiny in her old age, but her white pelt still glowed against the dark stone and moss nest she spent most of her time in. Her brother, Marblecoat, grunted beside her.

“Two apprentices is more than enough,” He muttered.

“Fawnpaw!” Mottlepaw cried out in excitement, nearly tripping over one of Badgertooth’s large paws to reach her sister. He lifted it with a flick of his tail tip, and the tortoiseshell stumbled over to Fawnpaw. “Fawnpaw!”

Blinking with affection at her sister, Fawnpaw nuzzled her head with her muzzle. Mottlepaw practically slammed her head against the young tabby’s pelt, causing her to fumble on her paws. Loudly purring, Mottlepaw looked up at her with love in her asymmetric gaze. Her twisted nose let out happy little huffs.

“Hi Mottlepaw, hi everyone,” Fawnpaw meowed, guiding her sister to sit with Plumpaw once more. She gave him a friendly wave of her tail.

“Nice to see you, Fawnpaw. We were just helping Briarfall with her joints,” Came Plumpaw’s voice, as sweet as his namesake. He was a good denmate to her sister now too, and Fawnpaw was glad for it. Plumpaw, or his sister, Mistypaw, were always thinking up games to play with the younger kits. Even when Mudpetal’s strongest had taken to venturing out at any opportunity, there was always the black tom there to play mossball, or give a quick nuzzle during a fit, in Mottlepaw’s case. Sometimes, when she was just Fawnkit, unable to stand or walk, Plumkit would just sit with her and talk. Without him and Mudpetal, Fawnpaw wondered if she would have even known what things existed to be talked about.

“If they’re still busy, you’ll have to get this tick, it’s making my shoulder ache,” Snowdrop beckoned Fawnpaw over, drawing her from her thoughts. She was quick to begin inspecting the elder’s white pelt, and even faster to find the fat, black tick nesting there.

“There’s some mouse bile over in the corner, but don’t go dragging it through here. The pests Badgertooth brings in on his shaggy pelt give me enough trouble as it is,” Snowdrop shared a disgruntled look with Marblecoat, whose black ears seemed to always lay flat in hostility.

“It’s a reminder of the forest. You should be glad you get the chance to experience it at your age, Snowdrop,” Badgertooth snorted.

“She has a point, you know,” Came Briarfall’s amused mew.

“I still like to hunt. I don’t intend on stopping.” The large tom said with a soft sigh of assurance. His mate laughed low in her throat, leaning on him until half of her cream-colored fur had become one with his long, black pelt. Snowdrop gave only a sigh in response at her endearingly raucous denmates. Fawnpaw could barely stifle her purr at the cats around her as she sat to work with the soaked moss, dabbing the mouse bile lightly onto some of the ticks. It required a delicate touch, so as not to spill the foul liquid on any cat’s fur. She had never been able to smell too well, so it didn’t bother her as much as it seemed to bother the other apprentices. Volepaw practically gagged every time he came to and from Mapleflower’s den with the moss clamped desperately to the longest piece of bark he could find.

It was funny to Fawnpaw how such a brave and capable young apprentice could be squeamish about something so small. One day, he’d have to let the young cats remove the ticks from his fur. Maybe at that point they’d share a den again, with all of their littermates together, and they could joke about things like that.

“I think I’ve got it,” Fawnpaw meowed after a short time, giving Snowdrop’s fur a last inspection. The she-cat waved her away with her once sleek tail.

“Thorough as always, Fawnpaw,” The elder said, seemingly in approval, before casting a glance at the tortoiseshell apprentice sitting a few tail lengths away. Mottlepaw was oblivious, playing with a flower from the den wall in place of checking the elders, or easing their aches. Now, Plumpaw was working alone. “You’ll be a warrior soon, Plumpaw; you shouldn’t spend all your time doing apprentice duties when we have so many.” She spoke now to the dark tom, who met her pale gaze with his own. He clearly picked up on the implication of her words, as did Fawnpaw, who began to bristle slightly.

But Plumpaw answered in a level tone, “It’s important to me. I hope you’re not too tired of me yet, Snowdrop.”

“Hardly,” The she-cat laughed in her throat, rasping as she always did, and her eyes were not entirely unkind or without understanding, “Sometimes the only way apprentices learn is when they’re forced to learn on their own, without someone to watch their flank. Life out there is hard, and only the strongest are able to pull through.”

“You’re sounding awfully wise today,” Marblecoat commented before any cat had the chance, “Who asked for your speech?”

“Are you disagreeing with me?” Snowdrop’s meow was incredulous, and Plumpaw rolled his eyes before turning back to Mottlepaw and the other two elders, his conversation with Snowdrop clearly forgotten in favor of a new quarrel. It was hard to stay mad at the she-cat on account of her short of a time her criticisms tended to last. Like an ember doused by a lake, Fawnpaw had heard Mistypaw joke once about the white elder’s memory.

“I caught a butterfly today...” Mottlepaw started up loudly, her head pushed in between Plumpaw’s cheek and one of Briarfall’s dark ears. His green eyes met Fawnpaw’s, and he gave a small glance to the mouth of the elder’s cave. Fawnpaw stood up in knowing, her tail neatly brushing the den floor in a small gesture to her sister.

“Really?” She said in her usual quiet tone, “Would you come with me and tell me more?”

Mottlepaw’s interest was captured instantly, and she quickly stood and pressed herself to Fawnpaw’s flank. She could feel her sister purring intensely.

“Okay! Yes!” The young apprentice was practically swaying on her feet from the breathy purrs rumbling in her throat. It was then that Plumpaw also stood.

“Mind if I tag along, Fawnpaw?”

“Sure,” She flicked her white-tipped tail, “Let’s all go for a walk. Let me know if you get any more ticks,” Fawnpaw said, dipping her head to Snowdrop and Marblecoat, who were already settling down at the sight of the trio leaving. It made her heart drop with sadness. Was Mottlepaw really such a nuisance the elders? Fawnpaw knew just how important their opinions were as the oldest cats in the clan, and she hoped to Starclan that they would come around to her sister. There was more to Mottlepaw than her boundless energy and stumbling, or how she looked on the outside. Fawnpaw held that fact close to her heart, and she knew it made her more than a little protective of her youngest littermate.

Not much time had passed since she had arrived at the elder’s den, but the air of the cave felt even warmer as the greenleaf breeze brought in with it the sun’s warmth. It was pleasant on her fur. Even clumps of moss that grew through crevices in the cave felt comfortable to Fawnpaw’s touch underpaw.

“This weather is amazing,” Plumpaw meowed, voicing her thoughts out loud.

“It’s the best! I hope Starclan makes it greenleaf all the time!” Mottlepaw agreed, and Fawnpaw gave her a friendly nudge.

“That’s not how it works, silly furball,” Fawnpaw mewed quietly, and her sister’s everpresent purr intensified once more.

“I’ve never been to Starclan, who’s to say…” Plumpaw said, with a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

“I don’t even know how to get to Starclan!” Mottlepaw responded in dramatic agreement, “I bet they tell the trees not to grow tall enough for us to get up there! We’d know all their secrets! Secret knowledge!” She rambled on, tromping around Fawnpaw and Plumpaw with a distracted sense of purpose. It was as if she expected a Starclan warrior to come down and prove her wrong if she thought about it long enough.

“Maybe Mapleflower could tell us more.” Fawnpaw suggested, sensing an opportunity which she hoped would be a tactful enough excuse for Mottlepaw to visit the medicine cat’s den. She seemed to pause, but nodded slowly.

“Yeah, and Dappleheart can make voices for the story!” Mottlepaw said, excitement slowly dawning on her like a reckoning.

As the three apprentices made their way out of the deeper cave and back into the open air of the gorge, alive with the birdsong of greenleaf, they saw a hunting patrol emerging from the top of the gentle slope leading from the forest. Fogbright was leading it, alongside her brother, Fallenwing, his apprentice, Mistypaw. They were also accompanied by Sorrelwing and Brindlepaw, who carried a plump squirrel and a blackbird between the two of them. Fawnpaw’s ears pricked at the sight of her strong older sister, and she was about to call out to her before Fogbright’s gaze narrowed on the apprentices.

“Plumpaw! Where have you been?” Her tail whipped once before she continued, “Why do I have to keep hunting you down too?” She said, pointedly gesturing at the fresh-kill pile with her tail, where Sorrelwing and Brindlepaw were arranging the patrol’s bounty.

“I’m sorry, Fogbright,” Plumpaw dipped his head in apology, “I lost track of time while I was in the elder’s den. Briarfall’s aches haven’t eased since newleaf.”

“That’s nice, but it’ll hardly put freshkill in our bellies,” Fogbright meowed dryly, “I hope you’ll be ready for your assessment tomorrow. Mistypaw caught two finches on patrol this morning.” The pale-furred tabby apprentice seemed to shift uncomfortably at the praise directed towards her. Fawnpaw too shifted, but in surprise; she hadn’t known just how early Plumpaw would become a warrior! Mistypaw’s mentor, Fallenwing, came to stand beside his sister. Fawnpaw thought they looked like a pair of proper littermates, with the only difference being Fallenwing’s darker gray fur, shadowy next to Fogbright’s light gray pelt.

“Plumpaw is doing fine, Fogbright. His battle moves are sharp, even Yellowbirch couldn’t dodge him when we trained the other day.” Fallenwing meowed evenly, and Fogbright seemed taken aback at his words. When Fawnpaw saw the two together, which was quite often, they usually shared a common voice.

Fawnpaw felt her own paws begin to itch with discomfort. Was she just feeling paranoid today? First with Snowdrop’s dismissiveness, and now Fogbright’s irritation at seeing her apprentice helping Mottlepaw with her apprentice tasks. It seemed as if every time she left the nursery, someone was displeased about the two newest apprentices. She tried to ease the feeling by reminding herself of her mother’s words earlier that morning. If Applestar was feeling the stress of some kind of difficulty in the clan that Fawnpaw couldn’t see, it was very well possible that some of the mentors were also experiencing a strain. Still, it made her ears hot, and Fawnpaw pressed against her sister’s warm, dark fur.

“Thanks, Fallenwing,” Plumpaw said gratefully, still looking to his mentor apologetically, “I could ask Hazelheart to put me on evening patrol tonight to get sharp.”

“Don’t worry about it. I want to see your best tomorrow.” Was all that Fogbright said, simply flicking her tail before turning the other way and descending down the red rock tunnel back to the warrior’s den. Plumpaw cringed in clear guilt for upsetting his mentor, and Mistypaw padded up to give him a sympathetic lick on his shoulder. Her blue eyes were as clear as the sky, offering him comfort without words. Fawnpaw admired their bond; she couldn’t imagine growing up with only her mother and her aging kin. She thought they were a beautiful family, but couldn’t shake the feeling that without her father, Foxburrow, she would be impossibly sad, or that deep down she’d feel a hole in her heart. Never had a day gone by without him visiting the nursery, or the medicine cat’s den, when life had been truly uncertain. His deep amber gaze never failed to shine with pride at her or Mottlepaw. Fawnpaw would never get tired of hearing the story of her father’s coming to Autumnclan, how as a loner, he had been so captivated by Mudpetal’s beauty that he had asked their previous leader, Gingerstar, to take him into the clan. It must be difficult for Vixenbreeze’s kits to have never known what their father was like.

“I guess there’s no harm if I come with you to see Mapleflower and Dappleheart now,” Plumpaw said at last breaking the awkward silence left by Fogbright’s sharp words. And seemingly sensing the energy directed at her denmate, Brindlepaw had quietly slipped through the tunnel after Sorrelwing, and the opportunity to talk to her was gone too.

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#wc #song of 6 trees #warrior cats #wc oc #fanclan #idk...just kind of proud of this dont look at me ill teleport away #im special interest #also cut out the other clans because.....its just too much for this 1 thing. they r still there tho #warrior cats oc

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gusu-emilu · 3 years ago

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Top 5 Wen Ning Scenes

1. Golden core reveal

There are so many things I love about this scene. We've seen Wen Ning physically protect others many times before, but this is him forging his own path with emotional and verbal assertiveness. It's not a clear-cut right or wrong choice either: Wen Ning stands up for Wei Wuxian at the same time he is breaking his promise to keep the secret. (interesting that his biggest moments in the narrative involve some form of treachery - betraying his clan, harming Wei Wuxian's family, breaking a promise. a bit of a stretch to add, but even his existence as a fierce corpse goes against against the nature of life)

In this scene he is also standing up for himself as much as for Wei Wuxian--Jiang Cheng hits him with Zidian three times, and each time he stands up and returns with staggered but determined steps. He's normally so soft-spoken, but here we get to hear him raise his voice (and even kinda growl. god i love the growls). I also enjoy that Wen Qing is finally mentioned by name post-timeskip.

Although throughout the scene Wen Ning is visibly angry, he also seems very sad, especially once everyone has left. He carried this secret for so long, helped the core transfer happen and saw its consequences, and now he's seen Jiang Cheng's visceral reaction to the knowledge. Being the bearer of the truth isn't necessarily a pleasant thing.

2. Committing treason with a smile

Here's a gif of the smiley tap tap which is my favorite thing in the world

Wen Ning using his strengths! He has knowledge of medicine, so he drugs the wine. He knows his status isn't taken very seriously, so his excuse of just stopping by because he wanted to see what happened does the job.

I also love that he has this very brief nervous gesture when the guards approach (do I hold the jar with one hand? two hands? aaaghh how do i make this seem casual??) and then by the time the guards reach him, he's 100% in the zone and lies with such confidence and cheerfulness

3. Dramatic entrance at Guanyin Temple

A good portion of my reasoning for this one is head empty only Ghost General. The lightning?? The mean glare?? Dragging Baxia behind him??? This moment is too good!

I also enjoy that initially, everyone thinks it's Nie Mingjue. And Jin Guangyao, who is already having the worst last-farewell-date-with-erge-turned-dysfunctional-family-reunion ever, and is running on dangerously high levels of paranoia, and has already gotten jumpscared by Nie Mingjue's body replacing his mom's corpse, now thinks Da-ge is back and coming for him. But that's just some added spice.

I'll also lump this scene with Wen Ning saving Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng from Baxia. In the past, Wen Ning killed under the control of resentful energy. Here, he's able to fight Baxia's possession and save the son of the man he never meant to kill. About as chill-inducing as the novel version of Guanyin Temple where Wen Ning is pierced through the chest the same way Jin Zixuan was.

4. Bonding with A-Yuan

Reunited with his last living relative! Wen Ning has someone to tell all his stories too :) Their relationship is so gentle, and I love how Sizhui actively reaches out to Wen Ning before he even knows the truth of his identity.

Also, I adore the giant stiff hand gestures Wen Ning makes while talking.

5. Chef A-Ning

One of the first things Wen Ning does once getting his consciousness back is to cook all the dishes for Wei Wuxian's dinner party. And also apparently get charcoal all over his face while doing it. He is the sweetest. He makes another great appearance later looking so cute by literally just holding a tray.

I love how once his consciousness is restored, he is welcomed back so lovingly by his family and is integrated into their daily lives right away--shopping in town, farming, selling turnips, etc.

In this scene, Wen Qing proudly tells Wei Wuxian that "A-Ning" did the cooking, and Wei Wuxian repeats the name "A-Ning" which is one of the few times (that I know of) that he refers to Wen Ning by this term of endearment...Burial Mounds family really does something to me.

Bonus:

(ask me my top 5 anything)

#wen ning #mdzs #the untamed #cql #theuntameddaily #ask game #emilu talks #emilu creations

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cartoonemotion · 3 years ago

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after a million years plus an addition million years post the show ending i am finally just now scribbling out my takes and stuff on fethry's immediate family a la how they would fit into dt17 canon

the breakdown in my mind is that all 3 of eider and lulubelle's children are Strange and Ambiguously Disordered (fethry taking the most after his mother) and also to some degree have inherited eider's legendary strength (abner being basically on par with his father and fethry as the baby and the runt of the three being much more close to just having normal person strength, though still a bit surprising for how noodly he is)

more specific points abt the family under the cut bc i dont want the post to be too long @_@

abner

definitely autistic (as 3 and also lulu are) but its like in that. i dont have healthy coping mechanisms to deal with how alienated from ppl i feel so im just gonna fish and carve wood and if anyone enters my space i will burn it down with both of us still inside it. way

that being said abner’s still plenty capable of being a compassionate guy deep down. he cares a lot about his family and takes whatever responsibility u entrust him with extremely seriously

comes off as emotionally stunted bc he doesnt really show affection in the “normal” way, including and especially physical affection and also. saying shit out loud. he has his own love language its called * noncommittal groan of acceptance as you enter his house *

in my brain i know he should have a job but all i can think about is him fucking off in the woods so he doesnt have to talk with people. maybe one of those people who sit in towers all day to make sure forests dont burn down. i dunno

mary

loves acting and wants to be a professional stage/screen actor so bad but is unfortunately terrible at acting. probably been in like a few commercials or something

very very dramatic, im talking full comedy sketch of a julliard actor levels of melodrama and stage fainting, whether onstage or not. this makes it hard to tell if her reactions to things are genuine or not unless u are her brothers or parents who have been dealing with this forever

since the acting career is not really taking off Yet she has maybe ripped off 1 or 2 or 20 or so people maybe more just to keep the lights on. ironically when shes conning people she can actually act convincingly (my leverage fans out there. you know)

some of you will probably ask about dugan and while i do absolutely love dugan personally in my mind marys not ready nor interested in motherhood. so. maybe some day i will reveal my own dt17 dugan origin concept idk

eider

something of a local folk hero due to both his truly legendary strength and his equally strong inclination to lend his neighbors a hand, or really anyone else who may need a little help for that matter

as exceptionally goofy and loving as you could want any dad to be, though he can also be a bit stern when he needs to be, and a little prideful

in my mind i think it would be very cool if he had moved his family into granny elvira’s farm to give her a hand bc while shes a tough old woman everyone still needs a hand from time to time but i dont know if this contradicts any serious duck lore so forgive me

lulubelle

full loon baby ! none of this “looks like every other member of clan mcduck” shit !!! yes this includes the blood red eyes #epicloonwin

many make the mistake to count her as an absent minded spooky insane woman but this could not be further from the truth. she is very sharp-witted, observant, and is only spooky simply because its pretty near impossible to creep or gross her out, and even harder to full-on scare. and also because she makes long uninterrupted eye contact all the time

fethry definitely inherited a lot from her, but one of the main things they share is the tendency to cycle through all kinds of seemingly unrelated hobbies and interests; but much like fethry’s chief passion seems to be marine biology, lulu greatly enjoys botany and all it’s practical applications, as well as music

#ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #fethry duck #abner duck #mary duck #eider duck #lulubelle loon #my art #continuing my niche of fethry and/or general fethry metaposting #that being said i am often charmed by the extended duck/mcduck family #and given that theres so little established information for most of them its just a fun exercise to think of how they might be adapted #and i just zero in on fethry bc hes my favorite and i miss him every day

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lookbluesoup · 2 years ago

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For the character development questions, 4, 11, 15 for... all three of them! :D

Thanks so much for the asks! :D

4. What sound soothes your muse the most?

Answered here! :D

11. What is one (1) skill your muse has been wanting to learn, but hasn’t, yet?

Nahte is insatiably curious and has a tendency to want to study anything he's never seen before. He has the ultimate repertoire of useless facts. It's hard to pick something for him here because if an art form catches his eye he'll usually just... pursue it. Until that curiosity is sated. He keeps a pretty big library and, being so well travelled, always knows a guy who knows a guy, so figuring out where to go to learn isn't much of a challenge either.

For giggles, I'll say he's never managed to make his own hot chocolate taste as good as how Haurchefant makes it. But that's ok, because being brought a hot chocolate by Haurchefant is a special kind of joy.

Louis wants to learn to hunt as skillfully as his Moonkeeper cousins. He's actually a very good tracker and a competent archer, his parents taught him from a young age, but he grew up in Ishgard among the nobility. The Vhia clan of his father are raised in the dark of the Shroud. They live and breathe it and can dance circles around him.

Lyrha has always been a little fascinated by brewing. She doesn't really have the patience or materials to do it herself, but it'd sure cut down on the drinking bills if she could make firewater herself.

15. What is your muse’s primary love language? ( words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, or physical touch )

Nahte's love language is quality time. While he is a thoughtful gift giver and can also be very physical - head bunting, tail wrapping, sleeping on you, hugging, grooming, etc. he's very much ok with people not wanting to be touched if they're uncomfortable with that kind of thing. He just wants to be close, to spend time together even if its as simple as being in the same room reading books quietly, or a linkpearl call every night to check in before bed.

Louis' love language is giving gifts. As a kid, this is most apparent in how he would sneak cookies into his parent's pockets because he wants them to have a tasty treat, too. As he grows up, his family wealth makes it feasible for him to give gifts regularly and he gains immense joy from both offering thoughtful presents and receiving them.

Lyrha is very hard to narrow down. Keeping the affections of others has been a survival tactic for her for most of her life, so she's good at... figuring out and offering powerful people what they seem to like, at least those also living in the environment she's so accustomed to. But that was about survival, not showing genuine love. And she would traditionally turn on those people if they became inconvenient or a "better option" showed up.

So though outwardly it might seem that touch, words, or gifts are her thing, in reality I suspect acts of service is her real love language. When given the freedom to abandon X'rhun or even betray him, she chooses to stay loyally by his side, commits to his cause, and even, way down the line, mother his child. Even if X'rhun were to die, Lyrha would continue to carry the mantle of Red Magic to honor him, and that's probably the best indicator of her love language.

Character Development Questions

#char dev qs #ffxiv #x'rhun tia #nahte'to vhia #silver fuller #louis borel #verheart #lyrha #long post #screenshot #a'mahl tia #my screenshot #haurchefant #text

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olivyh · 4 years ago

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Twst Species headcannons

Beastmen:

-Palms and bottoms of their feet are rougher and more padded, as well as a slightly darker shade than their normal skin tone

-Legs are built similar to the hind legs of animals (with the sharp angles and little bumps)

-Start “walking” as children on all fours because it’s more comfortable due to the way their legs are built

-Many have scars under their bottom lip due to accidentally biting it bc their fangs were longer after losing their baby teeth

-Similarly, they also have small scars across various parts of their bodies due to their claws

-They can see in the dark to an extent

-Their eyes also do the glowy thing in the dark, as well as on camera

-Beastmen have very thick and coarse hair, which makes it notoriously harder to cut

-Many lion beastmen especially do not cut their hair often, as their hair symbolizes strength within their communities

-Cutting ones hair is a sign of trust in beastmen communities, considering how guarded they are with who touches their head (Patting a beastman’s head is a quick and easy way for them to get their guard down, and it takes them off high alert) as well as their ears being within constant danger near scissors.

-Beastmen do shed, a lot, like, a lot a lot

-They have been known to growl and purr like their animal counterparts, as well as hunch their backs and snarl when threatened

-Baby beastmen will bite you, as a sign of affection. They also wrestle with their caretakers from a young age to show affection as well. Grown beastmen will let the younger beastman win, regardless of species

-They also play wrestle with mates and potential mates to show their interest and affection. Not too hard, but enough to jostle the mate around. They will be absolutely smitten if the mate does it back.

-Beastmen grow up using the same sounds their animal counterparts do, as its similar to being taught a first language that the rest of your family speaks. Most aren’t taught English (Or commonspeak since England is nonexistent in Twisted Wonderland) until later in life

-Beastmen can understand similar dialects and tones of other species, and can further understand and speak a little bit of other beastmen languages

-They cannot eat certain foods that their mother species can’t. Canine beastmen cannot eat chocolate, onions, etc, feline beastmen cannot eat onions, garlic, grapes, etc etc without having issues afterwards. (This makes them a target for pranksters on NRC’s campus. Ex: The incident of Heartslabyul’s Ace Trappola switching out all the tea for coffee during the unbirthday party and Chenya unfortunately missing the cues and drinking the whole cup)

-They are very territorial to anyone besides the clan they reside with. The only people they aren’t territorial with are young children, although they are on high alert if the child’s guardian is nearby

-Beastmen will adopt a child if they see it doesn’t have a clan to stay with, regardless of species. It’s not unheard of to see a beastchild of another species or a young human in beastman clans

-I saw a hc that said that Rook is mixed beastman/human so I’m gonna roll with that for the next one: Beastmen and human mixed babies can have the same attributes as beastmen but on a tamer scale. Their vision, hearing, sense of touch and smell could be higher than a human’s but not as high as a beastmans. The ears and tail are the more dominant gene but it’s not uncommon to see a mixed beastmen/human child with more human features

-Beastmen grow larger than most humans, with the average beastmen (under the right conditions) ranging around six ft at full height. Female hyena beastmen grow taller than their male counterparts

Mer:

-They’re hypersensitive to sunlight at first and have to wear sunglasses or something shading their eyes their first few weeks on land

-They also get dehydrated very easily even in human form, so they have to carry around water bottles

-Their skin dries out quickly, so their hands and feet especially will be very dry and potentially cracking unless they moisturize often

-They have a lot of back and leg pain because they’re not used to gravity pulling them down

-Can also see in the dark very well due to living at the bottom of the ocean

-Their hair is also very thin and silky, but separated into thick chunks, almost looking like scales from a distance. Furthermore most Mer don’t like having longer hair due to the amount of effort it takes to maintain it, with currents twisting it up and the high chances of it getting stuck between rocks and coral

-Most mer have the habit of picking up whatever’s nearby and eating it raw, due to the fact that their bodies can process it. It’s not uncommon to see a mer picking a crab off the side of their house and plopping it into their mouth.

-They have no problem with eating the fish they are associated with, and they do not consider it cannibalism since they aren’t exactly the same species. (Meaning the Tweels can eat eel and Azul can eat octopus without any problems)

-Baby mer can swim around at a very young age (from just a few days old), and mature faster than most other species in the first few weeks of their lives

-Azul has horizontal, rectangular pupils

-Aside from cecaelia, most mer do have slanted pupils that change shape depending on the danger in the area.

-Mer communicate under the water using clicks and chitters similar to echolocation, and could choose to not learn commonspeak as they don’t interact with humans as much as beastmen

-They are born with teeth and can eat smaller fish from birth (or hatching, depending on the species)

-They’re not mammals, so they don’t have nips I think

-They don’t choose to wear clothing or accessories unless it’s for a formal event or a family heirloom

-Back to the birth thing I think mer eggs are very easy to lose due to the harsh climate of the ocean. Many mer settle for only having a child or two due to how hard it is to raise a child there. Jade and Floyd also hatched from the same egg, meaning they were on the smaller side as babies

-Mer babies also bite to show affection, and will wrap their tail around their guardians when they feel scared or nervous

-Cecaelia babies are well known for sticking to their guardians for the first few weeks of their lives, and are very difficult to pry off due to the strength of their tentacles (And when they do theres little marks left across their backs, stomachs, shoulders, etc from the suction cups) (I’m sorry i cant stop picturing tired momma ashengrotto walking around w little marls on her and baby azul still stuck to her like 👁👁)

-I know this is a little far fetched and is nowhere near mentioned in the game or comic but I have a feeling the tweels have a hard time seeing out of their gray eye? Like coming from the same egg they maybe took some features from the other or they had a difficult development while in there (or maybe I just know nothing abt twins)

-Incredibly territorial, especially towards members of different species.

-Most mer have skin pigmented similar to their tail color as well as thick layers of scales (if their species permits) around their throats, their sides, their arms, and around their ear fins (It throws me off how Azul and the Tweels are the only ones with different skin tones- like you’re telling me you have two teal mer and a black and white mer but the guards at the museum had just blue tails and absolutely no other signs of being a mer??? Give us green Rielle pls and thx)

-Mer grow much larger than humans and beastmen, and don’t stop growing until their twenties.

-They also have markings on their torso, tail, and face that’s similar to others in their families. Normally you can tell which mer is from which family depending on the markings said mer has

-Similar to beastmen tails and ears, mer can be read by their fins. In extreme emotion, mer’s fins will flare out or flatten against their body when they feel threatened.

-They don’t know how to drink things when they get to the surface. I think they’d struggle with the idea since you can’t drink underwater or else the liquid will go everywhere (but then how’d Azul make those potions???)

Fae:

-Also hypersensitive to sunlight, which results in many fae being nocturnal.

-Older fae have been known to go days without any sleep with little to no repercussions. Younger fae have more difficulty with this.

-They have a stronger immunity to magic, and often potions crafted by them are well known to be more potent due to this fact

-Fae speak many languages, with many smaller species talking in little chirps and bell like noises, with bigger species talking in low growls and hissing noises. Fae on opposite sides of this cannot understand each other, but each species of small fae can understand other small fae, and larger ones can understand other large ones, even if there’s a difference in language.

-All of them can practice transformation magic without the use of a spell or potion, regardless of genetic makeup. It’s not uncommon to see large dragons or other reptiles walking the streets of the Valley pf Thorns, nor is it too uncommon to see small “floods” or floating fire balls in more secluded areas of the woods

-Fae grow the largest out of all the groups, but have control over their size due to their transformation magic. They don’t stop growing until they appear the same age as thirty (but is actually a much longer time considering their lifespans)

-Because of this fae take much longer to mature from birth/hatching (I like to think 1 normal year= 80~ years) (So An 80 y/o fae would only be equal to a one year old in any other species)

-Very reserved in their relationships with other fae and especially species. I think the cultural differences between other fae is enough to create a large gap between them, and most fae understand the difference in life span between them and other species, so they actively go out of their way to avoid forming relationships with them. (I feel like this is a part of why Sebek is so abrasive towards humans. I mean, his life span has to be different even if he’s only half, so he might be using his anger to deflect his own feelings about eventually having to lose his human father and Silver, as much as they bicker. Poor guys just in denial and trying to protect himself :(()

Human:

-Humans who grew up around magic users have more resilience to magic and potions (meaning Mc/Yuuken, who grew up in a world without magic at all, is more susceptible and will be effected longer by the side affects of potions and spells, or the spells will pack more of a punch and be potentially more dangerous)(Meaning they could take a sleeping potion meant to give the user a full nights rest and be out for a week straight)

-The chances of a human’s unique magic leaning in one direction depends on the area they live in and what resources they have available (I can’t think of anyone else’s unique magic who does this but Kalim’s oasis maker is a big example. He mentioned they had difficulty getting water on the Land of the Hot Sands so maybe that could have been a factor that altered the makeup of his magic. Like a demand and supply type deal?)

-Magical human’s pupils also change shape when they’re using their magic. I like to think that whenever it’s being used their pupils are blown wide to the point where you can hardly see their actual eye color

-Either that or their eyes glow

-Magic using humans are typically stronger, but have lower endurance than non magic users. This is due to the strain that’s put on their bodies even when magic isn’t in use. There are potions they can use to lessen these effects, and many choose to naturally boost their endurance through various activities, but they have to work harder than non magic using humans

#twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland #twst #beastman #merman #fae

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years ago

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Okay character/writing questions!

1. Is there any reason you had the Wen clan always eat noodles? I'm thinking if Fire and Light butnit might have happened in other fics and it really stuck in my head 😅

2. Do you have any sword-lore headcanons for clans other than the Nie?

1 - So for the usual writer reasons (aka getting caught up in some extremely minor point of worldbuilding that 3 people will notice and fewer will care about), I did a deep dive researching types of food that would be associated with the areas that fandom has tentatively assigned to the various sects, including both current regional food specialties and also historical agriculture trends, and then once I had some vague semblance of a reasonable basis, came up with whatever headcanons made me the hungriest at the time I was writing.

and then I was very sad because I didn't have noodles

2 - So once upon a time my friends and I came up with an Avatar: the Last Airbender fusion for MDZS that included A-Qing being the avatar on account of being off in her own story doing her own thing and sometimes that happens (and also she's badass and versatile so why not) and Jiang Cheng getting lightning from his mom's side and it not quite fitting in with the water bending from the Jiang sect, etc., I wrote a short fic about it at one point.

The relevance of that to your question is that ever since then, I've sort of unconsciously mentally categorized the sects' sword styles into a similar sort of vague elemental grouping vibe. Is this in any way accurate or based on anything in canon? Not in the slightest, and I don't even begin to pretend that it is. I do not know anything about swords. (Also I am VERY influenced by the donghua and the feels it gives me, but that is also very subjective.)

But to give a few examples, I see the traditional Jiang sect sword style as being very water-like - flexible, adaptive, quick to find a weakness and exploit it, more speedy than other styles, with a focus on clever and creative attacks and defense that is more about avoiding or re-directing attacks than actual blocking, lots remaining in motion at all times, jumping and twisting and whatnot. After Jiang Cheng revitalizes the sect, the style is a little more aggressive, a little firmer and less flexible but also adding more power to it, making it more effective in live combat rather than agreed-upon duels.

The Lan sect, in contrast, has a seemingly delicate and refined style, very gentlemanly and just plain old pretty to look at, like dancing; it's the sort of thing you might, if you were poetically inclined, to compare to a gentle breeze right up until that seemingly 'delicate' style slams into you with all of that ridiculous Lan sect arm strength and then you start thinking things about hurricanes instead.

The Jin sect style has a solid basis, grounded and firm and assertive, a little flashy at times, but has grown to be just a little too rigid in the current generation, in large part because their last few sect leaders no longer really practiced the sword as much as all that - they cultivated with it, of course, but it wasn't really a priority for them, leaving it in the hands of the people hired to teach all the Jin disciples the style. This results in a style that is both symmetrical and utilitarian, useful for fighting in larger groups (especially for defense) and easy to teach but also a little soulless and routine, and also, on an individual level, contains perhaps more flourishes than there really ought to be, people trying to put their own stamp on it and regain the spark the style used to be known for.

The Wen sect sword style is, unsurprisingly, extremely aggressive, right up there with the Nie sect's saber style. It is also a little soulless, though in this case it's because what happened through accident and negligence in the Jin sect was deliberately cultivated in the Wen sect: they know their advantage is in their numbers, so they broke down the style to what could be conveyed to as many people as possible, as quickly as possible. It may not be the prettiest style around, might incorporate a few things that the other sects would term as dirty tricks, but it is stunningly effective, especially at the lower levels - a true talent in another style like Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji will be able to cut through Wen disciples like wheat, forcing them to use their bodies to wear them out for later fighters to take down, but someone who's still learning another sect's style will more than likely get mowed down.

The Nie sect style is also a very aggressive style, although unlike the Wen sect style it still gives its disciples a very solid grounding in defense as well (no 'throw lives away because there are always more' philosophies here!) I tend to see it as requiring more brute strength than the other sects' styles, all in the shoulders and arms and back; it's very grounded and stable, with a firm foundation, that will occasionally just go completely wild on you. Fighting them when they're in defense mode like trying to fight a cliff-face that sporadically landslides; fighting them when they're in attack mode is like trying to stop an avalanche.

#mdzs meta #i realized about halfway in that the question was probably more about sword spirit style things #but oh well

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thefirstknife · 3 years ago

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Help, I ran Garden of Salvation with some clan mates and i'm Experiencing Great Sadness about the Kentarch 3 again.

I haven't been following you since shadowkeep, and was wondering if you had some theories about what happened, because a lot is left unexplained, specifically about Lisbon-13's motivations. The story from Yardarm-4's perspective shows that something is influencing them before they accept power (stasis teaser?) from the darkness. Do you think they really had a choice? Do you think he was influenced in his decision to kill them? If so, why? As a test just for him? Presumably he's still out there somewhere, and I can't tell from the lorebooks whether Rekkana let him kill her first or not. I just feel so bad for them, they all loved each other. Yardarm probably took the power in the first place to help get them out safely. Do you think it'll ever get concluded? The whole lore series seems interestingly close to what happens with Shayura, just sort of in reverse.

Kentarch 3 fireteam and the whole story on the Garden of Salvation armour and the associated weapons and equipment is amazing and very interesting, I agree. I haven't talked about it before but it's a good thing to revisit every so often! I think there's still a lot we don't really understand, mostly due to not fully understanding the power of the Black Garden.

In short for the general audience, Kentarch 3 was a fireteam that consisted of Yardarm-4 (Titan), Rekkana (Warlock) and Lisbon-13 (Hunter). They went to explore the Black Garden at the behest of the Warlock order called the Cryptochrons which Rekkana was a part of. This order got exiled some time after Osiris for dabbling in prophecies. Cryptochrons were formed around a Oneiromantic Circle and led by a Sibyl (or multiple sibyls; or Sibyl was just a name of one member, it's unclear). Oneiromancy is the practice of interpreting dreams to predict the future and sibyls were ancient Greek female prophets and oracles.

I didn't think this would get long but it did so the rest under the cut:

The Cryptochron order continued operating after its exile and Rekkana received a prophecy from them that revolved around a fireteam learning about the Black Garden and retrieving from it a Vex relic of some sort. The relic is the exotic weapon Divinity and the lore tab on it details the prophecy they were chasing:

"And after any other Cryptochrons they learn of. But your path is more dangerous than most. The Circle has foreseen many fireteams following in your footsteps. You can find the knowledge the order seeks at the Tree."

"Can? Not will?" For the first time, Rekkana sounded concerned.

"The Circle has had limited success in piercing the veil that surrounds the Black Garden, so the order offers no certainties. They say that a group of Guardians will discover secrets about the origin of the Black Garden at the Tree. The Oneiromantic Circle foresees no reason why it will not be the Kentarch 3."

"Nor can I. But…?"

"There is another thread in the tapestry, entwined with this one. The Vex, or some fractal faction of them, worship or honor a… divinity there."

"The Black Heart? It was destroyed."

"Yes, but this is something different. An object. Something like a sacred relic. It is important to the Vex for reasons that we have not yet fathomed. The Circle has determined that it is dangerous—"

"A Vex weapon?"

"Perhaps," the Sybil sounded annoyed at the interruption. "Rekkana, the Circle concluded that it is a danger to you."

"To me? But then, why send me on this mission?"

"When the Circle dreamed of the object, you were beside it."

They agreed that, should they find this object, Lisbon should be the one to carry it. They did find it and he was indeed the one to carry it, as is shown later in another lore tab detailed below.

We know that Lisbon-13 killed the rest of his fireteam because they got corrupted by the Black Garden, something happened to their Ghosts (they all just dropped down and started losing their Light) and then turned on him. He was being hunted and he really had no choice. But he couldn't live with it. In Beyond Light, he's shown trying to kill his Ghost in order to stay permanently dead because he couldn't bear the burden of what he did to his fireteam, even though his actions were justified and he acted in self-defence.

But before he managed to do that, he was faced with his own doppleganger, just like the YW at the end of Shadowkeep. In the end, Lisbon didn't kill his Ghost because the doppleganger offered him power and Lisbon (presumably) chose to take it: his wish was simply to make himself forget about his fireteam (and Rekkana specifically, whom he loved). It's implied that he accepted and after that, we have no formal information what happened.

The outcome of what happened to Kentarch 3 is somewhat known, as detailed in this ship lore. The Vanguard knows Lisbon killed the other two, they're not sure when they lost their Ghosts and they have not found anyone's body, not even Lisbon's. But we know from the lore that came out after that Lisbon accepted the deal with his doppleganger and we have no idea what that entailed. Is he still in the Black Garden? Was he killed? Replaced? Just memory-wiped and sent back? Something else entirely? We'll explore at the end.

I'm pretty sure the voices they heard talking to them were also their own dopplegangers. And it's somewhat implied that they made some sort of a bargain and accepted "new powers" that came "from the wrong side." There's only one description of it:

Her fist glimmered and quaked with an unfamiliar power. She only had to release her grip, and that energy would rip through him, burning without fire.

That's Rekkana attacking Lisbon. It's never fully explained what it is, but it could very well be some sort of prototype Stasis in my opinion. Or some other Darkness power. Not sure why the Black Garden would give them this, which is why I think they simply harnessed the power of their dopplegangers. This is something that's been mentioned a few times in regards to Darkness: duplication. Same is present with the Taken as well (Taken psions duplicate). I mentioned the duplication theme being discussed in Clovis' journal before too.

Honestly, I can't make any definitive conclusion, but Kentarch 3 definitely found something horrifying in the Black Garden and fell to its influence. They also reference doing the puzzles to get Divinity, which they got and Lisbon used it to kill the other two.

Garden of Salvation raid ends with a Pyramid scale opening up and leading us down into the area with the Darkness statue. I think this could've easily been some sort of a lead into the future of Destiny and the powers of Darkness. Kentarch 3 may have accidentally received this power early on or were perhaps some sort of a test the Darkness did on Guardians before offering them Stasis for real.

It's an interesting story and yep, it does mirror Shayura's fireteam and how the story is told! Each member of the fireteam tells the same story from their own POV on armour for that class. I'll link all of them in order, roughly how I think it's best to read each POV:

Rekkana: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Yardarm-4: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Lisbon-13: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

I like how the armour follows the same name pattern: Righteousness, Exaltation, Transcendence, Ascendancy and Temptation.

Associated Garden of Salvation weapons also have some tidbits of lore that might help, namely:

Ancient Gospel Hand Cannon:

"These forces have existed forever, but only one of them speaks to us." —Rekkana, Warlock of the Kentarch 3

Sacred Provenance Pulse Rifle:

"These gifts were not made for us, but we were meant to have them." —Rekkana, Warlock of the Kentarch 3

Zealot's Reward Fusion Rifle:

"Why not use these gifts we've been given?" —Yardarm-4, Titan of the Kentarch 3

I would really like to learn more about them, and specifically Lisbon because he might be able to actually tell us what happened. He or his Ghost, Piri, who managed to survive last we've seen her. I think the Ghost might be able to give the most accurate version of events. It's interesting that Lisbon was very much against whatever power they received and that was the reason he abandoned his fireteam, which made the other two consider him a traitor to their friendship.

Very intriguing lore story that could possibly be mentioned again in some form. Also as a brighter note, yes, Yardarm literally flew into the Black Garden with an entire ship and crash landed inside. On a less brighter note, we've never seen the remains of a ship in there (to be fair, Black Garden is huge) and it's somewhat implied that they entered through the Vex Gate on Mars which puts the timeline of when they got there into question. The Vex Gate on Mars that led into the Black Garden was destroyed in the Red War. The new gate showed up on the Moon in Shadowkeep (and you can't fly a ship into it because it's in a cave).

An additional note which answers certain things when it comes to Lisbon's fate that I hinted at before: in order to acquire the quest for Divinity, you have to go to the Moon to the Vex Gate for the first time. The gate will open up and a Vex mind will come out. This giant Vex minotaur is called Zeteon, Redemptive Mind. Upon killing this minotaur, you receive "Divine Fragmentation" quest. Details of the quest here. You pick up a Vex core that has strange readings coming from it and you have to decipher it by running it through various Vex technology. Once fully completed, you have to go into Garden of Salvation, do the Divinity puzzles and the weapon will drop from the extra chest at the end.

Why am I mentioning this? Well. Zeteon, Redemptive Mind drops a core that contains information about how to get Divinity. Lisbon was the member of the fireteam that held Divinity and used it to kill his fireteam. There's a quote from Lisbon on the weapon called Accrued Redemption:

"I should never have let it come to this. Now each arrow is a penance." —Lisbon-13, Hunter of the Kentarch 3

Divinity's perks are called Judgement and Penance.

Basically, I believe that whatever deal Lisbon accepted that made him forget his fireteam, free him from the suffering and redeem him ended with him being converted into Zeteon, Redemptive Mind. It's the reason why this Vex in particular had the pieces needed to construct Divinity again. Lisbon was the last person who had it. Becoming the bearer of parts needed for Divinity was both his Judgement and his Penance.

Final note because I love ancient languages being used for the names of things in Destiny: "Zeteon" most likely comes from Greek "zeteo" which means:

to seek, search after, look for

to inquire into, examine, consider

to strive for, desire, wish

Probably tied to Lisbon's search and desire for redemption for what he's done. I think that wraps up his fate quite nicely, although tragically.

#destiny 2 #kentarch 3 #lisbon-13 #rekkana #yardarm-4 #garden of salvation raid #black garden #darkness #vex #ask #long post #anon if you've been wondering what's taking so long for your question to be answered or if i've received the question #this essay is the reason shfksjfhskjfhks

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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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game over

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: angst tags//warning: established relationship, wild gojo appeared // blood, character death, emotion distress, mention of shibuya note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. note that i put descriptions of the characters i write so it would be easier for me, you’re free to imagine the character the way you seem fits! okay listen imma be honest i dont like this part that much dhhdbdjksncjddiem and im sorry if it sucks bcs istg i cant compete to part 1 and 2 of it so IM SORRY tagging @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

few years ago;

“you’re fucking ridiculous!”

“you’re injured, how the fuck is it me that’s being unreasonable?”

she contemplated stabbing him straight to his chest. “i’m fine, leave me alone,” she hissed, holding on to her arm as she tried to limp away. second year jujutsu student noritoshi kamo wondered how the hell one could be this stubborn. with blood caked up on the side of her face, lips busted and bruising in the corner, not to mention the broken arm and probably twisted ankle, he could not understand how one could be this reckless and stupid, it’s almost ridiculous.

but here she is standing in front of him.

“you could’ve let me handle it,” he said, coldly.

she never turned that fast in her life; her limping leg suddenly worked fine as she hauled her ass, throwing both fists to his chest. the force put was enough to threw him back a few steps, he caught her wrists holding her from falling down. “stop acting like i’m so fragile. i can exorcist the curse just fine. you make me hate you so much,” she spitted, pure rage etched on her face, “just because i’m a girl, because i’m your girl, i’m weak. please, i am as good as you are, kamo.”

their faces were so close, he could count the freckles spread on her nose and cheeks. he loves her eyes the very first time he caught glimpse of it; one is a dull brown while the other looks like it carries the secret of the bright blue sea. this time, the eyes he loves looked hopeless, lack of the burning spirit she carried with tears threatening to spill. letting go of a wrist, his trembling hand brushed the hair coated with the blood back, carefully not to hurt her. “i never said you are bad,” he clarified, fingers busy brushing the hair back. his sudden reaction surprised her, and her body betrayed her thoughts as she eased in his arms.

he tilted her chin, his head was panicking as he realised that his brain was no longer controlling his movement as he leaned down and kissed her.

she tasted like blood.

she winced, pain aching on the swollen part and he apologized so quietly as he deepened the kiss. “nori-” her voice croaked as she swallowed his moans. he hummed, satisfied by the kiss. their foreheads rest against each other, the tip of their noses touched as they struggled to catch breath.

“stop being stupid. let me help you okay?”

“okay.”

slipping his arm under hers, he helped her walk, leading them out of the abandoned building they managed to exorcist. nothing major, a couple of pestering level three and four curses that them both handled well but their supervisor missed to tell them about the hiding level two curse that took them by surprise. she had become the curse’s main target.

if she would’ve just listened to him and stay close. he sighed.

“ouch, ouch,” she cried, clutching on her left leg, forcing him to stop. impatient, he slipped his hand under her knees, lifting her up in his arms. she apologized profusely, embarrassed to be such a burden to him. he brushed it off immediately.

“did you call them? told them that we are done?”

she gasped, “wait, i thought they’ll wait for us.”

he huffed, “you’re not that important, y/n. give them a call, please. i want to go home.”

kicking the door open, the moonlight shone on them as he carried her down to the bottom stairs. settling her down on the steps, he sat beside her, letting a long sigh. he watched as she took the call, letting them know that she was slightly injured, and they need to go back asap. she was visibly tired, and he was the same too.

he couldn’t help but to sigh at the way the moonlight enveloped her. he had loved her from the very first moment he caught his eyes on her; she caught him staring, called him out publicly and ignored all his advances. it took him a lot to court her. she’s a gojo, she can have anything and everything with the sky is the limit.

but one thing money could never buy is affection.

it started with little stuffs; noritoshi waiting for her with her lunch readied every day. it annoyed her but momo (who was secretly rooting for him) forced her to just do it. “it’s just a lunch,” momo said sheepishly. noritoshi would have them paired all the time for the missions. she’d accepted it with open heart. noritoshi would also teach her how to weld a bow and shoot arrows. she promised that she would go out on date with him if he taught her.

by the end of their first year, they became inseparable.

the idea of being apart from her hurts him physically and mentally. she took a sharp breath when he laced his fingers between her own, quickly telling the other person on the phone that she was okay. “it was just noritoshi,” she replied with a small laugh. their hands fit each other; his skin contrasted her slightly tanned skin. while his hands were rough from welding the bow and he kept his nail short and clean, hers were slightly softer with her nails painted prettily. this month she had her nails painted in pastel. all the girls’ day out with momo and mai had proven its importance. he was happy to provide her with his black card despite her discontent.

“analysing my hands now?”

he smiled slightly, “it looks very pretty. i guess i got my money worth. are they coming?”

she leaned on his shoulder, his own wrapped around her as she closed her eyes, “they are around the corner. i would definitely need another round this week,” she teased. kissing her forehead gently, he didn’t mind that his uniform was stained with her blood; he was glad that she’s safe.

“i’ll happily take you there.”

few years later;

noritoshi kamo almost lost his mind. the stadium was half destroyed, huge craters on the pitch with the sight of his wife nowhere to be found. he looked up to the black pitch curtain encasing the stadium area from the sky, a curse escaped his lips.

“where the fuck are you?” he grunted, scanning the area.

she is gone, his stubborn little wife. she could’ve just wait but annoyed that their dinner date was interrupted and eager because this was their first mission together as a married couple; she escaped his supervision. as they were dealing with minor curses outside, she decided to head on forward, leaving him to deal with whatever is left. he beat himself inside for letting her come, he could easily do this himself and send her home safely, but she blinked her eyes and he was weak. she always has her way with him.

his step stopped when he realised there was a shadow ahead.

“she’s pretty,” the thing said.

his blood ran cold, “what did you do to my wife?”

the curse let out a laugh. it was sinister enough to send chills down his spine. especially when he realised the head it was stepping on was his wife. her eyes were fluttering back and forth, struggling to stay awake. a howl shocked him, shivers down his spine at the painful whimpers her shikigami making. cursed spirits were devouring it alive, overwhelming it and chewing every part of its body. his wife was too weak to dispel the shikigami; it’s dangerous as the devoured wolf shikigami will drain her cursed energy by a second.

all shikigami linked directly to the owner; everything inflected to the wolf, she could feel it too.

he needed a plan.

hidden in his wedding ring was a retractable knife. he rarely carries blood bags anymore as his power solidified itself. the older he got, the better he was at using and controlling a small steady flow of his own blood straight from the tap. with a clap of his hands, the knife cut his hand enough to send blood shooting like bullets. the blood hit the curses straight to its cores, died out instantly on impact, but the shikigami was beyond salvageable. it let out one last howl, one last goodbye before dropping to the ground, half of his snout gone. she will be devastated, it’s her only shikigami she managed to tame at such a young age, but at least it has stopped the shikigami from stripping his wife’s cursed energy to its core.

the fire burning in his eyes only made the curse laughed. he kicked her body away, spurting blood out of her mouth. she was halfway close to death’s doorstep.

“i will fucking murder you,” he hissed.

“my blood is my power. it’s supposed to rot human, stripping its meat from the bone like acid. however,” the curse nudged her body, “your wife didn’t. humour me, did your blood tainted hers? tell me, i’m curious how.”

“are you going to chit chat because i don’t have whole day.” his blood dripped on the pitch.

the curse grinned, shrugging his shoulder. he kneeled, running his bloody fingers on her cheeks leaving trails of flowers pattern that dissipated immediately, “i’m not here to fight. i’m here to serve a warning,” he looked up to the tensed sorcerer, “for gojo satoru. tell him, we’ll be waiting for him in shibuya.” noritoshi’s face scrunched in confusion.

“we have no business with the gojos.”

“but she is. she could change her name, married you, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she carried gojo’s blood in her vein. she’s the bridge to your two clans. i’m just killing two birds with one stone. ruin the kamo clan’s relationship with gojos and hurt gojo satoru. all thanks to her,” the curse turned his back on him, his laugh echoed as he walked away. the dark curtain disappeared slowly as the ground rumbled. a perfect chance for noritoshi to strike if it wasn’t because of the cursed spirit’s words gluing him to his spot, “oh, kamo, i believe a congratulation is overdue. let me know when’s the baby is due, i would love to drop by personally.”

the pillar holding on to the roof collapsed sending wave of dust all over the place. noritoshi covered his face, coughing as he sucked some in, removing his coat as a shield. the cursed spirit was no where to be found.

“the place is going to collapse! i’ll get the curse, you go get her!”

a voice echoed and he caught a glimpse of blond hair running past him and noritoshi didn’t think twice as he sprinted around the cracks and holes. who was that voice or who was the curse, he couldn’t give a single fuck, he just wants his wife back. he was shaking when he got to her, arms immediately scooped her up in his arms. her chest was raising slowly, blood dripping on the side of her lips as she struggled to exhale.

“you’re going to be okay,”

he told her, but he wasn’t sure if he will ever be.

“can you turn down the stupid light, it’s hurting my eyes.”

the voice laughed melodiously, the light moved to the other eye repeating the same thing.

“as you can see, she’s awake, slightly weak, but she should be okay.”

another voice interrupted, “are you sure?” she gasped, excited to hear a familiar voice. “nori?” she called out, unable to open her eyes, relying strictly to her hearing as she reached her shaky hands out for him. “her senses might be slightly off, just let her do it herself,” the woman’s voice noted, and she felt annoyed. how dare you underestimate me, her mind scoffed.

“my senses are fine. see?” she claimed as she held noritoshi’s hand up. he smiled, gently rubbing her hand with encouragement. “thanks, shoko, we are fine.”

“i’ll leave you be then. call me if you need anything.”

she listened to the clacking of shoko’s heels, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. she jumped, but he held her hand tighter, reassuring her that it’s alright. “so why can’t i see?” she asked, confident that they are alone now. she felt the bed sunk a little on the left side, “you were high on anesthesia, i’m surprise you could even move your jaw to speak.” she felt a finger brushed her hair aside, breath loomed on her face and she could feel her own face reddening up.

“are you going to kiss me or are you just going to tease me?” his heart swell up, despite her shaky voice almost made him laugh.

“do you trust me?” his hand cupped her cheek gently.

she nodded eagerly, “always.”

“good.”

his kiss hit her like a waft of fresh air. every kiss felt like a first kiss to her that she couldn’t help to react so eagerly to it. his tongue slipped through her defense, overwhelming her taste buds with such strong taste of iron. it didn’t stop her. she knew what he was doing from start. he peeked a little, didn’t stop a second from kissing her as he watched his blood marking appeared on her face. her hands went up around her neck pulling him closer and he obeyed, deepening the kiss.

heal; his mind commanded.

after a while, she pulled back, being the one to break apart from the kiss first, her chest raising up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. her eyes were wide open now, fluttering lazily as she leaned back on the propped-up pillow. he wiped the corner of his lips, eyes on her as he watched the open wound on her face and arms slowly closed leaving the fresh healed red marks behind. he relaxed when he heard a thank you coming from her, as she checked her healed arms.

“i’m disappointed with you,” he finally broke the silence.

“really?” she frowned. he always does this thing where he will immediately go into lecture mood every time she does something that pisses him off. it’s almost like a game to her as she waited for him to explode, “right now? not even going to wait until i’m discharged. this is a new record, toshi. like shoko said, i’m fine.” he shook his head, “it doesn’t make it right. you always disobeyed me. ignored my orders, going about with your goddamn big head, you could’ve been killed.”

she rolled her eyes, noritoshi is being noritoshi, what a drama queen, she mentally rolled her eyes, “but i’m not,” she pushed her hair back, twisting it easily into a simple loose knot, “i told you, i am not weak.”

“your shikigami was destroyed, your blood was poisoned, 70 percent was already circulating to every part of your vein, i had to beg for the higher up to help purify your blood,” her smile died down. this game no longer feels fun for her. noritoshi was really mad this time. “you think it’s fun and all game but game over, y/n. you need to stop doing this. if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“leave me alone, nori, if you just going to nag, please i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired.”

it made him angry that she was taking his word lightly. running his hand in his messy hair, he felt like hauling his head to the wall.

“you don’t understand-”

she slammed her hand on the bed, interrupting his words, “no YOU don’t understand me, i’m tired of you babying me. i’m an adult, i am your wife, stop treating me like a fucking child! we have been married for months, but god you’re suffocating me.”

“i will when you stop endangering yourself. i will stop treating your like a child when you stop acting like one. you’re pregnant, for the love of god!” he threw his hand on the wall. the wall cracked from the force. “i’m what?” she felt the world stopped spinning. she was hundred percent sure that her ears and head were deceiving her. he removed his hand from the hole he made on the wall, his body shaking from the amount of anger building up.

“noritoshi, answer me! what do you mean- i’m not pregnant, i had my period this month.”

“you are,” he shrugged. he felt something hit him in the back; looking down he saw the fluffy white pillow sitting by his feet.

he pointed to the bedside table where a sonogram perched up against a tissue box. she was about to lose her mind. “this is not funny, if this is your mean way of fucking me up because i won’t listen to you then this is just fucking cruel.”

he marched towards him, his hand went down on his chin, forcing her eyes on him, “until you stop playing your stupid games, until you stop treating your life like it’s nothing, until you consider my feelings and my worries, as your husband is valid, i do not exist in your life,” tears fell down her cheeks, “like you, i’m tired too.

“nori i-“

he left her before she could say a word. she broke into sob; her chest was pounding so hard that the blood pressure monitor was beeping. the door burst opened but it was not the face she wanted to see. she was immediately hysterical. satoru managed to hold her wrist down before she ripped the tubes and needles off her arms. “no, no, i want nori. where is he!” she screamed as satoru held her down. “you need to calm down, it’s not good for the baby,” satoru cooed, but she was not having it. he turned to shoko, “her cursed energy is skyrocketing, she’s going hysterical, do something!”

“let me go!”

shoko held out a syringe, “hold her down.”

she screamed, thrashing so rough that she almost slipped out of the strongest sorcerer’s hands. she managed to get a needle out before she felt another sharp pain on her back. shoko pulled the empty needle out and they retreated away as she fell on her butt backward. she was reduced to a babbling mess, her eyes drooped as she struggled to fight the waves of sleepiness hitting her one after another.

“tell him i’m sorry,” she croaked out, before everything turned completely dark.

the blood pressure monitor returned back to normal.

three days later;

“are you still going to ignore her? it’s been 3 days.”

“she needs to learn her place.”

gojo satoru disagreed. he eyed the head of the clan, shaking his head before standing up. he thought he could convince noritoshi kamo to visit his wife, but the man was as stubborn as- huh, her.

“i think she have learned enough, she’s miserable. you’re miserable.”

the man glared at the blonde man child, raising the cup of tea up for a sip. the tea doesn’t taste as good as the way she made it. he left her for 3 days and he found himself struggling to do everything alone.

he, noritoshi kamo, 23 years old and the head of the kamo family, could not make a cup of fucking tea.

she always said that the best way to make tea depends on how long you let it steep. “too early and you won’t get the right amount of flavour,” she explained, her back facing him as he watched from the counter as she loomed over the stove, “but if you steep it way too long you going to burn the tea leaves and it will make everything taste bitter.” she turned around, a huge smile on her face that made his heart skipped a beat.

he frowned; the tea tasted bitter.

“she’s pregnant, she’s supposed to be crazy. you are supposed to be the wise one. she is going to carry your child for 9 long months, i can’t explain to you how long that’s going to be but she is allowed to be crazy.”

he dropped the cup on the floor when gojo’s hand grabbed him by his collar, pulling him up from his chair.

“now please, see your goddamn wife before i deck you in the mouth.”

“i will.”

satisfied with his answer, gojo’s demeanor changed and he was again the man child they all know of him. noritoshi could no longer focus on the report in front of him; not when his mind is full of her and only her.

would she forgive him? he wasn’t sure.

but he would spend his lifetime making up to her and the baby if that’s necessary.

#I FEEL LIKE THIS ONE IS JUST AINT IT AND I MIGHT REMOVE IT #jjk #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x y/n #jjk y/n #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru #wild gojo appeared #tw blood #noritoshi x reader #i already have part 3.5 have written tho loool #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #writing: fics

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United As One. || Part 2.

Summary: While Din is trying to convince the reader to marry him, the elders show their distaste while the reader finds out something that can impact her decision.

Warning/Content: 18+ please, fingering, oral (male on female), light smut, body hair (bc it's normal!!!) fighting between characters and angst. Also I don't ever write smut... Please be gentle with me lol this is one of my first times.

Paring: Din Djarin/female reader

Clan Leader Din AU

Part 1. || Master Post.

Light seeps through the gaps between thin curtains, eyelids flutter as the sun hits her skin, heat creeps up the nape of her neck, warming her forehead. The brightness makes her squeeze her eyes harshly, she uses her hands to try and face the other way but dead weight against her chest makes it impossible.

Thick brown curls rest against her chest, Din's face appreciating the warmth and comfort of her breast, his own chest pressed against her stomach with small, shallow breaths. She can't see his face, he's too low angled downward, facing the wall but it surprises her. Her eyes widen in embrassment, the sudden feeling to run her fingers through the ringlets that he's decided to show her for the first time.

Din has never removed his helmet in front of her, sometimes in the dark but this was different, his skin pressed against her chest, hair she dreamed about tickling her chin is an overwhelming feeling, to add to it the memories of his last words that Din admitted. She's conflicted, It looks more beautiful then what it felt like in the dark between her fingers but what if she wakes him and he demands an answer? Something she's unable to give at the moment.

"Marry me, I've always known you'd be my riduur since the day I met you."

Despite the nervousness fingers softly tug on the tips of hair that reached his collar, silky and well managed despite being in his helmet and the long night sleep. It's a soft sigh that falls from his lips as nails scratch his scalp, sleepily pushing his hips against her.

A breath his held as she feels the hardness against her inner thigh, swallow breaths still falling from Din's chest signaled he was still sleeping but hips unknowing to himself press harder and again wanting the friction.

Fingers stop, heart beating so fast she swears she can hear it in her ears. While they have laid next to each other many nights in the Razor Crest it was never like this. There wasn't enough room, someone would end up bumping into someone which would end up with a sleepy grunt for Din and him finding else where; leaving the bed for her.

Sex was out of the question, Grogu was the number one concern. Between finding a Jedi, keeping the Crest running before it was destroyed, and keeping up with the baby it never left the time too.

It wasn't by choice, there were many nights Din spent longing over her, greedy eyes running over any exposed skin she allowed, they showered together once after the battle against the Kypt Dragon, skin against skin but the lights cut leaving his creed intact.

Even now asleep all Din wanted to do is touch her, with the child's safety secured, and being able to come back to his clan, there was no reason not to.

He's not, heavy and throbbing against her bare thigh, Din's body weight shifting her pajama shorts up further exposing smooth skin. Finally, she takes in a deep breath, eyes shift to the child that lays feet away from them snuggling a pillow, sucking on his fingers for comfort.

"Mmmhmm." It's a soft moan, breath fanning against the swell of breast, that ever so tease him, hips indistinctly pressing further into her until he's sliding against the junction between her thigh and soaking heat. Shame makes her face red, mostly because of how much she wanted him, wants more.

Din's eyes flutter, eyelashes soothing the skin of her breast with a huff. He says for a second, evaluating the situation: his hardness throbbing, pressed between his girls creamy thighs, the worst part of it being he can feel how hot she is, see the wet spot the formed through the thin shorts, feel it.

The room was suddenly hotter, he doesn't dare move, freezes actually, would be absolutely horrified if she woke up finding him pushing against her. Lips gently lay a kiss against her chest, listening to the beats under her chest.

"Good morning cyar'ika." It's whispered against skin, not meant for her current consciousness, it's followed by a few more kisses, her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, breaths slow at a result. Din's hand press against the bed on each side of her, extending his arms to push himself fully up.

"Wait Din, I'm awake!" Her own hands come to cup her eyes as they catch a glimpse of his forehead. Din pauses, he doesn't move just keeps is face angular.

"Why... Why did you say anything?" Din's voice is caught in his own throat as she grinds her hips towards him. A small groan falling from the pressure against his hardness.

"I..." She trails off, Din looks up replacing her hand with his own, the other hand knotting the crown of her head, tangling into the hair with a slight pull that makes her whine. "I wanted to keep feeling you."

Din feels his own heart beat beginning to speed up, her fingers blindly in front pressing against the smooth skin of his throat, first cupping his chin feeling to thick hair there. Then they press against his throat, feeling the pulse thicken herself. Din might have thought it was more sexual then it was intended, truthfully honest she forgets how human he can really be.. the pulse helps remind her he's just as much as her, maybe even more.

"Din.." The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.

Fingers soak the touch of her chin, gripping it just watch lips part with want, chest heaving that makes Din's face red. He's unexperienced, he'll be the first to admit it but it felt so, so right.

"Do you want me?" He doesn't mean to words like that, it makes him seem as if he is the prize when truthfully he's the lucky one to see her spread her legs further in response. "Can I touch you sweet girl?"

"Please, Please." She chants as he moves closer so he's on his knees in-between her legs. There's a few minutes of silence, he uses them commit this memory of her to his brain forever.

"Din." She's impatient as she calls for him, hand following it's own trail to the hem of her short but Din swats it away, tisking under his breath. "You look..." He gulps, "beautiful, so good for me."

Din's lips move agonizingly slow, pressing a piece of love across her neck, hands cupping both of her breast through her shirt feeling nipples react instantly, hard through the thin material of the shirt. "Keep your eyes closed."

"I-I.." Tears of frustration wet eyes, she want to cry, beg for him to touch her but he's to busy enjoying the feel of her, parts he's never been able to explore before. "The kid."

Suddenly Din feels like an idiot, eyes shifting across the bed, thankfully the kid is still sleeping unbothered. "I'll be right back, keep your eyes closed."

Once the child is safely tucked away, comfortable as Din made sure to cover him with blankets in the other room. Nothing could prepare Din for the sight in front of him, smooth bare legs, breast naked on display with soft nipples, his hand slips further down his abdomen to grasp his own arousal, hard and aching. A small moan makes her head raise but eyes stay closed. "Din?"

"I'm here pretty girl." Din finds himself between her legs again, hands stroke the sensative skin of her inner thighs, she managed to take her shorts off the only thing keeping Din from seeing her naked is the cotton underwear. Din cant help but stare, the light colored fabric left little to the imagination, dark hairs shape against it, the wet patching showing just how badly she wants him.

With her eyes closed, it's practically sensory overload. Her skin can feel his touch so much more, the warmness of him, not to mention his smells, musty and warm, it reminds her of old leather. Ears twitch at how horse his voice is, breath against her skin as lips touch her neck. "Do you, I mean, Do you want me to -"

Din's feels his own skin heat at the words, he didn't have much experience besides when he want younger and one of the clan members went down on him but it didn't feel like this. Nothing can make him feel the way the cry that falls from her lips do. "Please, please touch me Din."

Din mades sure to take his time, spreading the wetness around the bare mound with his thumb, his mouth parting with want. If this was the last thing he’s ever seen, he’d die happy watching her skin flush pink, chest heaving with deep breaths, grinding her desperate, needy hips against own hand.

He loves to watch, watching her mouth open to beg for more but he's greedy, he wants hear more. Hear that he is the reason for her wetness. Fingers pinch the most sensative part of her, eyes open in surprise but Din's too fast, covering them with a hiss. "Eyes closed."

She obeys almost instantly at the rough grunt, eyelashes fluttering against his palm. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

"Mhmm." He agrees inside his chest, his hand leaves her completely with a protest but it's soon gone and she's flipped onto her stomach, face pressed against the mattress as fingers dig into her hips, dragging them into the air. He found himself so wrapped up in her he didn't care if she saw his face, all that was on his mind was her pleasure, with her eyes against the wall there was no reason to worry.

His length straining against the back of her thigh, heavy. Pressing kisses against shoulder blades and his hand finds its self between them, lowering her down against the mattress with a hand. His other thumb spreading across her clit, whining with the contact. His finger’s hook inside with no warning, filling her completely.

They're large, there's only two of them as they scissor against her walls, coated with her arousal that helps them trust into her again.

When his fingers find that spot that makes her cry, whine his name he can't help but moan, "Stars, Din."

She squeezes around him, hips naturally fighting his own trust of his fingers. "So, so beautiful."

He groans at the tightness, it sends shivers down his skin. Finger’s never lead up, filling and entering as soon as they left, over and over again until she feels the bundle of heat in her stomach, bubbling for a release.

Din notices as he quickens the pace, chest against her back as he leans to press kisses against her neck, shirt discarded moments ago but neither could remember, lips sucking softly on the skin, huffing in frustration at his own arousal pressing against the back of her thigh for relief.

"Din.." it's a warning that make him suck harder, fingers so good it makes her mewl.

"Cum pretty girl, give it to me."

That's all it takes, from his fingers milking her through, the pretty girls that make her heart leap, his bare chest against her back, something snaps, squeezing against his fingers as a cry falls from them.

Her chest falls and raises quickly against the mattress, Din's fingers don't leave her heat but his head leans against her shoulders with a huff. Blind fingers reach behind her, squeezing his hardness so softly, it's an experimental touch that makes him groan but he pushes her hand away.

"Don't worry about me, I want you to cum again." She wants to protest, wants to say she can't but Din doesn't give her the chance to even catch her breath before fingers are leaving her, the dirty sound of his lips sucking on them making her gasp.

He uses this time to look at her, soaking begging for more under her breath. "Sweet, so sweet."

She couldn't tell if he was talking about her or her the cum on his fingers but eyes didn't miss a beat as legs lazily spread wider for him.

Hands spread across the back of bare thighs, trailing to squeeze a large handful of her cheek. "I always knew you would beautiful like this.. dreamed of it baby."

His arms flexing and expanding against thighs again as fingers curl into the softness of them, anchoring himself as lips closing down around her clit, suckling softly.

“Din!” it's a whine of surprise as his tongue flickers against the sensative bundle, taking his good time with. His fingers finding her heat once again, sinking into the gaping hole, his finger’s moving faster, pace increasing with every squeal, scream or sound that was made.

His tongue doesn't let up from her clit as his fingers pushed deeper inside, purposely messaging the spot found in the deepest of her pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of feeling it.

Hips lifting off the bed trying to escape his brutal lips, but he doesn't allow it as his free hand fell to hips, roughly pushing her back down against it the pillows. "Stay." The vibrations make her cry, beg for more.

Finger’s curling in her, collecting any juice they possibly could spreading against her as much as he could as hips jolt once again, a soft mumble against her making her moan.

The familiar feeling of heat building up and bubbling in her lower abdomen spreading warmth through out her whole body as he continued to finger fuck her as fast he could. The heavenly sound of wetness dripping to his hand, covering his face and into the bed. "Give it to me, please, please sweet girl."

“I'm -." His name is like a prayer on her lips, his only reply is slamming his finger back into as hard as he could, lips puckering against her clit one more time. Eyes rolling back into her head, as her body let's go, Din sucks up anything he could manage. Her body slumps instantly but Din's finger grabbing her hips saves her from falling harshly against the bed. Loving lips press to her shoulder, laying his cheek against the warmth, slowly lowering her to the bed.

She wants to speak, but can't. Her head is still so high up in the clouds, mind so full with the thought of Din, Din, Din.

"Cyar'ika." The soft words make her heart jump, "Think about it.. I know it's not what you expected but I don't expect an answer right away."

Soft fingers trace her hairline as if they would never feel it again. His other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Very prominent hardness against her back, but he ignores it. Eyelids flutter close, exhaustion taking over even when his lips meet her neck where he barries his head.

The sun once again is brutal, groaning as she blinks the tiredness away. Reaching behind her to feel for the loss of heavy weight but just to realize no one is there. Jumping up, looking for any sign of the green little monster as well but there is none. She moves to quickly, soreness from her legs reminds her of earlier, cheeks red with heat. It's been no long since anyone has touched her, she would feel it for days.

With shaky legs she stands, dressing rather quickly as she leaves the hut to search for them. The day is like any other, faces that aren't covered with helms show their distaste, while she can't see the other's faces she knows theirs match their conrads.

The temple is rather large, tikis of fire trail to the entrance and for some reason she finds herself drawn to it. The long pull over is stretched across her chest as she wraps it closer to herself as she moves towards the deep rasp she knows as Din.

Symbols and drawings are itched against the walls, the low light of the torches wouldn't let her decipher them, she wouldn't be able to anyways they are written in a language she does not understand. The doorway opens to a large room, space large enough to fit hundreds, tables and chairs fill the majority of it. There's a large throne in the center against the wall, followed by smaller ones that sit directly behind.

Throat dries as eyes run over the familiar plates of beskar covered thighs, up to the small green child who plays with a small stuffed toy on the mandalorian's lap. Basker doesn't notice the new eyes in the room, too busy snarling at the wrinkled men and woman in front of him. They all look identical, long cloaks that cover their baldness, charcoal symbols in a perfect line down their faces.

"No." The words fall from the woman who threatened her lips days ago, Din doesn't like the words as he lets out a huff.

"There is nothing against it, it's allowed." He argues, the elders around him show their distaste with a hiss.

"She is not mandalorian, she will bring shame on this clan. You will shame us Din Djarin." Once again she feels unwanted tears of embarrassment sting eyes, she wish they would just go away, that it didn't bother her.

She wants to curl up and disappear when she meets the gaze of sharp basker, the elders follow suit. "What are you doing here?" It's soft, low.

He doesn't like the look she sports, face twisted in anger, in sadness. She tries to hide the tears, faking a smile as she looks up at him. "I was worried... Grogu wasn't there.. you weren't there."

"I'll be done in a second, wait outside for me cyar'ika."

One of the elders hiss, "Do not speak our language to her, she does not deserve it!"

It happens before anyone can react, Din holds the baby close against his chest, the other hand drips the elder's cloak around the neck line, threatening him with rough gasp. "Don't you disrespect her. You may keep order of the clan but I am Mand'lor. I meant it when I said you have to go through me."

Din's eyes flicker to her, she gulps nervously at the display of power. It fit him so... Well. "Outside, take the child I will be out."

The sound of his voice, the authority in his voice has her feet moving before her brain can even process the words. Grogu reaches out for his mother with a giggle as he's notices her, before Din can turn his head in her direction she's gone.

It's not long after that Din is walking from the temple. Even though his emotions are often masked by his helm, anger just radiates from him. Hot, deep inside his veins. If shows with his slow steps roughly dug into the ground beneath him, shoulders high, alert, his trembling fingers at his side.

"Are.." she pauses, eyes meeting his visor as he's only inches away, towering over her. "Are you okay bear?"

The nickname makes him pause, a rare smile lifts his cheeks pressing his forehead against her own. "I'm fine, everything is going to be alright."

His heart pounds in his ears, heart warm with admiration? Love? Honestly, he couldn't quite place his feelings when it came to her but the nickname made him feel warm, happy at the affection. The nickname was a jab at his parenting, papa bear she called him, ever since then it stuck.

Grogu small hands wrap around her neck, breaking them apart in jealousy as his face finds warmth against her neck. Din rolls his eyes with a chuckle, hand slipping into her free one. The act makes her pause, looking for eyes to see but Din tugs her toward, not caring who sees.

The walk back is slow, cool while they enjoy the spoils the planet offers. A few stares but Din keeps her distracted, "There's a celebration tonight. I want you there."

"No." She admits too quickly for his liking, he sighs stopping movement all together. She feels guilty, redness blooming cheeks. "No one wants me there, I'll just spoil their fun."

"I want you there." He admits, fingers find silky strands of hair, playing with the tips with gentleness. "It's my coronation, it's the celebration of me.. there's no one else more deserving to be there."

Din can't help but notice the awkward shift from hip to hip, trying to shift weight to make standing just a little bit easier. "What is it?"

Cheeks are even hotter as she looks down at her feet. Worried hands tip her chin to meet her own reflection in his helmet. "Tell me."

"I'm just sore is all." It's Din's turn to blush, hear claims his cheeks, runs up the nape of his neck.

"Let's go back, get ready. The child needs a bath anyways." The way the petal like ears raise at the mention of a path with a lifting lip makes them both laugh under their breath.

There's laughter in the distance, the smell of fire, roasting meat, chatting among peers when she arrives. She tucks the child closer as she manages to walk past without being detected, her only concern being to find Din.

Tents scatter across the green ground, the largest which she guessed with hold him. Two mandalorians stand out front, as if they are looking for any kind of danger to pass through. The one's helm shift towards her face, looking her up and down before gesturing her entry into the tent.

Din is seated, a blonde woman's fingers pressing white lines along with symbols that have no meaning to her against his basker on his thighs. His head tilts up towards his girl, a small smile forming underneath the mask. Beads lay in layers on his chest, peaks of flowers tangled between them, he's almost covered from head to toe in white clay.

His eyes never leave hers, despite how nervously she stares at the woman who sat between his legs.

"Hi pretty girl." The words pinch her cheeks red as his fingers mention her closer, the woman kneeling in front him remains quiet. Din can sense her irritation so doesn't dare recognize the fact another woman is between his legs. He presses his hand against his lovers back pushing her close to press their foreheads together.

"Hi bear." The nickname makes him smile again, a simple word that makes him feel loved. Leather gloves stroke the petal shaped ears on the child with a soft coo, "Hey buddy, how was the bath?"

The displeasure isn't hidden on Grogu's face but he still climbs over the chair to his father's lap. The blonde woman looks up from her handiwork with a smile as the curious child peers at her. "Hi little guy."

"I'm done here Mand'lor." Din gives a pleased nod, dismissing her silently. The girl gets to her own knees, angling herself to stand between his legs. There's something about her flirty grin, eyes that meet her own with a looking that just screams, 'I know something you don't.'

Even though it makes her narrow her eyes, it really doesn't matter expect when she bares her neck to them. Wrapped around with a thin piece of string is the mud horn signet that exactly resembles Din's.

She tries not to think the worst, but it seems like a claim of some sort. Like she is his. While she silently moves to exit the tent, a long strand of beads run across the whole length of her hair, dark brown in color.

Din's hands try to move her to his lap but the look of confusion etched across her face makes him pause.

"She wears your signet?" Din is caught off guard, bitting his bottom lip under the helm. While it made complete sense to him, how do you explain it to someone how doesn't understand this way of life.

"Yes." He answers truthfully, "I made it for her."

The words make her take a step back, Din's fingers don't allow her as they fight to move her between the V of his legs. He's successful, stronger.

"I will make you one when you're my riduur."

"but why does she have one?" The hurt can't go unnoticed, pale in color, anxiety making her heart thump faster.

"It's not important."

"It is to me. Why does she have one?" Din doesn't want to talk about it, he wants to enjoy the night, enjoy it with his clan, his son and her.

"She is my breeder." While she doesn't know what it means, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. She's silent, chewing on the fat of her lip. "Sweetheart?" Din looks up, uneasy with the silence.

"Breeder? You mean as in -."

"Have my children." The fear is answered, "It's tradition, the clan needs an heir. If a riduur cannot produce a child, the breeder will be used. It's nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about? If I marry you and can't have children you will just have them with her?"

He doesn't like it, the way her voice fills with hurt. "Yes but it won't happen, it's just in case."

She's trying to distance herself, Din let's go, he doesn't like the way she struggles from his grasp. "If it does happen what I'm supposed to sit back and watch you two raise a child together?"

"It won't happ -."

"Who picks her?" It's a jab toward him, makes him regret his choice that he made years ago, before he knew her.

"I do but it -." He wants to say it was before her, before he feel in love but watching tears fill her eyes makes him pause, if he had one weakness in this world it would be watching her cry, something he's seen too much over the past week.

"Don't cry." He stands tall placing the child on the chair, with every step towards her she moves further away. Her chest is heavy, heart breaking as tears that slip past eyelids.

"I was never your first choice." Din can see it, the way her eyes show the fear of loving him. Hand pressing against her own chest as if it physically hurts.

"You are, you're my only choice." His words try to reason, hands try to comfort but she presses a hand against his chest to stop him. The wall of the tent is against her back, Din boxes her in.

"It's tradition, I don't want her. I want you."

She shakes her head, tears burn her cheeks. "Your traditions are ugly, I hate it here."

The words make his face drop, heart stuttering in his chest, it hurts. Her defiance, the way she admits those words about his home. He wants it to be her own.

"I can't change them. I can't help them." Her eyes flicker to the beads against his chest, reaching out to feel the hardness of them.

"What were the beads in her hair?"

Din doesn't want to say it but none the less cannot lie. "I don't want to lie to you." It was too much already, it would only bring her more pain.

"Then tell me the truth Din."

"She wears the color of my eyes in her hair."

.."What?"

The amount of time it took Din to even admit the color of his eyes to her was months.. she just walks around parading them and he allows her, he did pick her after all.

"Y-Your eyes?" The words choke up in her throat, bottom lip trembling. "I never got to see your eyes, you said they were brown. The first time I see the color is on another woman. Do the whole clan a favor, take me home and marry her."

"No, No. Stop." His hands grasp her wrist, pulling her close to his chest, the dried clay scratched her cheeks, beads press against her temple. "It was long ago, before I met you. You are my choice."

Tears smear, melting the clay with a cry. She pulls away, "You might want to have her come in and fix that."

Din Djarin is left speechless as he watches her walk away, his own heart breaking inside his chest. Not even a full week home and it's already managed to distance them. Now her own broken heart matching his.

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