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[jazzitos]

#01 CHIHIRO : i Hope it's Not For Sure, Can You Open Up the Door? Did You Take My love Away From me, me? Me ⃨ᰯᰭ ❀

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[kanmom51]

JM live 1 September 2023 20:54 or 8:54 pm KST

And a little big about JK's same day live as well.

Part 2

Cr./To creators of content used in this post.

I'm going to dive right in.

Also, not everything I talk about is in the order it's brought up in the live. Just saying. These are ramblings of a blurry mind. Well, sharp and blurry. Just the right combination I say.

Let's talk about the apartment tour, lol.

JM, the master of privacy.

The man that wouldn't even show us his TV, only a cropped screenshot of it when congratulating JK on Dreamers.

The man that over the past close to 2 years since the hiatus, has done every live but one (the Billboard #1) from the company.

Yes, that man.

He not only went live from home (unplanned, which I discussed partially and will probably talk about again later on), from a room we got to see in his previous single home live, but he actually gave us a house tour. Well, somewhat of a house tour. A house ceiling tour with a couple of exceptions, lol.

This tour is divided into 2 parts.

First part was initiated by JM.

And this is important. Because it differentiates between perhaps more pre-thought of and less pre-thought of (more of a spur of the moment thing).

So, after mentioning JK (and reading out the hand comment) JM thinks of this:

JM wanting to show us his mood lamp. His planet mood light.

You know what I'm talking about, right? The one with that huge ass sun just right in your face.

He tells us how he simply came to meet us today and he has something to brag about.

Now let's wait up a minute.

He simply came to meet us on JK's birthday adorning his big ass watch starting the live at the time stamp JK was born, like time started counting from that minute and on (for him at least), and now he wants to brag about something that his friend laughed at him about (a grown man sleeping with a mood lamp), which happens to have the sun up front and centre, all huge in it's full glory, for him to fall asleep with (me continuing his story: when his bf isn't or can't be there by his side to fall asleep with).

Yep. All of that!

Ok, so JM is walking around, taking us to what is clearly his bedroom, camera at ceiling because his place is too dirty (his words) as he wasn't planning to go live from home (funny how plans change). He repeats it btw. Saying "I really didn't intend to."

Pause a second (we might be doing this more than once today). This is me just going back for a second to that same point I made in part 1. JM was not going to do the live from home. He doesn't say he wasn't going to do a live. He says he wasn't going to do a live form home.

JM takes us to his bedroom.

Who would have believed this day would come?

And if talking about not believing a day will come, perhaps me jumping the gun here, but can't hold back the excitement, what about this coming from JM?

Can't say I'm not shocked.

But then, maybe, just maybe, a little of his bf is rubbing off on him? And maybe, just maybe there is a reason for his sudden openness with us?

Anyway, back to JM's bedroom.

What's this now?

Not sure if he intended for us to see this, but we even got a peak at his bed for a millisecond... shock and awe...

*And kind of a downer for those that thought the snore in the dark was JK sleeping in bed. here is bed. Empty. Made. No JK. I guess you win some you lose some, lol.

Now this is where I got a little confused first time watching this. I actually thought that JM took the lamp from his bedroom to another room so to not be in his bedroom. Cause he sits down, fiddles around with something. Then gets up again and walks around, camera at ceiling (which was very confusing). But watching it a second and third time I think that he was setting the lamp up, connecting it perhaps, and then got up to close all the doors (bedroom door, bathroom door, closet door and who knows what other door) to go dark so we can see the beautiful projection.

And him having to connect the lamp, does it kinda maybe mean that he doesn't use it every night, mainly because who needs to fall asleep looking at the picture of the sun when the sun is right besides you in bed? Food for thought.

This is what he shows us at first.

He then turns the camera around to show other planets. But he always goes back to the sun. And makes sure to explain to us that it is the sun.

And while, once more, focusing on the sun says: "It's pretty, right?"

It definitely is.

And when he does his whole foot up in the air (I don't think he was pointing, because when he wanted to point he did it with his finger, pointing at the sun) caressing or whatever you want to think he was actually doing, it's with the sun.

You know what came to mind first thing I saw this?

JM and his love for playing footsies with JK.

Oh, and if I'm already going down memory lane, we have JK too.

Back to business.

I find it funny how JM on the one hand says multiple times he wanted to brag to us about the lamp, and then says it's embarrassing that a man nearing 30 sleeping with a lamp. And he talks about the friend appalled by it, lol. That a guy who lives alone (he repeats this) sleeps with a lamp. I guess that when you can't have the sun with you then a projection of it on the ceiling has to do.

JM adds: "these days I look at the ceiling and space out" - looks at the lamp projection that is. And when he says "these days", once again I'm thinking of it being due to JK's clearly super busy schedule.

So yeah, that was more or less part one of JM's house tour.

At this point JM turns off the light and walks back to the PC room (still only letting us see the ceiling as he is moving through the house).

He sits back down and tells us he is living his life like this.

He's sitting there reading comments for a few seconds and then he reads this one out:

Welcome to part 2 of the house tour, lol.

He straight away says: "you can see the secret room", grabs the camera and off he goes (again camera at ceiling of course), and asks himself "what are some things I can show?", while obviously there is still very much more that he doesn't want us to see.

He says "I will show just this one then", following by saying he really didn't want to show "my room", and then we are in his gym.

Shows us his treadmill, tells us "this is my secret room...right here."

So, let's pause for a second here before we move on.

JM clearly decided it's time to share with us (without saying it out loud) that he is boxing. A lot. The hands (he left raw for all to see) and showing us his gym as well.

JM has a punching bag at home.

No biggie, right?

He has a full proper gym at home, much like Tae does, and most likely the others too, well most of the others, because JK doesn't. JK, until a short while ago, didn't have any workout equipment at home. Let alone a punching bag. THE boxer in the group does not have a punching bag at home. And do we talk about the fact that all of his workout equipment, the little that he does have, is in his lounge room? I digressed. As usual. Anyway, now we know for sure (as if we didn't before) that JM is clearly boxing, and all that is left to see is his set of boxing gloves.

And then, JM goes to show us his dad's bedroom, for when he visits him. JM asks himself if there is anything he can show us from dad's room, answering "vacuum cleaner".

JM walks out of that last room, he looks around, nods with his head (looked like he was contemplating something but decided on NOPE), and walks back to the PC room.

End of house tour.

While on the way there he tells us how his parents "came over to my house and said this..."your house really has nothing, it's like a model house. It doesn't seem like a person lives here. Do you want us to change a bit?".

Ok, so JM's been living in that apartment at the very latest since May 2021. Over 2 years!! And in that time his parents must have visited multiple times. We know at least of once back in October 2021, so a long time ago. JM isn't telling us when exactly this was said to him, and timing, my friends, is everything. There is a before and an after that might be going on here. And It's kind of curious how at this point in time both JM's place and JK's place are lacking in the feeling of a home in the true sense of it. Lacking in adding their little personal touch to the place. Giving them both, at this point, the feel of these places being a temporary fix. Just until perhaps a certain 5 story house is built.

Do I address the marimo discussion and how it turned into a Suga discussion? Was that JM shutting down Yoonminers? Lol.

JM reads out a comment "I miss Jin and Jhope" and tells us he's thinking of going to visit them.

JM continues to read through the comments and reacts to them, this is around the 29 min. mark. You think the hand comments don't continue again? Like he hasn't addressed it 10 times already during this live. He smiles through it, but seriously!!!!

One comment has him giggling : "In my last dream you went out with me but I got dumped". Lmao. At least they were being realistic. His answer was: "I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional". Ehm, excuse me, but to me dumping feels very intentional. Lol.

One of the most annoying comments, well in my humble opinion, was the one asking him why the chocolate factories have closed. Poor man was waiting and waiting on a reply on that one, so much so he was putting off finishing the live, he was seriously curious, only to have this stupid ass punch line about him being sweet. From the expression on his face when he finally read the answer he was probably thinking "this is what I was waiting for?", lol.

JM's asked about his skin care routine to which he answers: "it's nothing, I just wash up, and I just apply it on my face. Just the cream". Thing is later on as he's closing up he says he has to go wash up but:

Curious.

Didn't he just tell us all about it earlier? Or was this him just being cheeky?

JM tells us he goes for a run in the middle of the night and runs into RM.

Quite interesting that the first time he noticed RM's poster was almost 2 weeks after it was placed there. Especially now that we know from him he's out jogging every night. Was he possibly away for a while? Perhaps not alone?

JM was asked about dramas he's watched and answered he hasn't watched many lately.

I guess JK being busy is the cause for that. We know for a fact that they watch shows together.

Then he's asked "show your 7 tattoos", to which JM answers:

"You saw it yesterday. Photos went up. Really...I saw that...Definitely...I'm an anchovy." giggle giggle giggle. "Anchovy...phew..." giggle..."just laugh at it and move on..."

Lol, I'm sure he's also referring to him standing on his tippie toes for the pose, trying to seem bigger and taller than he is.

Now wait a second here.

The comment asked him to show his 7 tattoos. Not "show your moon tattoo". Not "show your back tattoo". Clear as day talking about his 7 tattoos, and JM was the one to read it out!!!

So, obviously that riske (not really, but clearly an eye opener) photo he posted for JK's birthday was on his mind. Or is it more so that JK is on his mind?

JM's told he needs to sleep well. The man says it's rare, but he actually slept well today. Usually when he has schedules he doesn't sleep well. But:

I guess something, or someone, helped tire him out.

And yes, I can hear the guys on the balcony with the "if he slept so much he couldn't have been with JK". Yeah-nah. Have we not seen these guys schedules? Did I not talk about it in part 1? Night and day are non existent. JM slept 8 to 9 hours and came out - to his schedule, in the evening. These two go to sleep in the morning and wake up at noon. Even in JM's last live, when he was talking about having a proper schedule, including a proper sleep schedule, he was talking about sleeping in late. So no, him sleeping properly doesn't rule out them spending the night together. JM doesn't tell us when he went to sleep or when he woke up. Actually, the way he words it, it's more like he slept till late and woke up in time for his Dior schedule.

Pretty much this was where JM was wanting to end the live.

And starts to sum it up.

After a few more comments JM winds it up saying his goodbyes.

And that was the end of JM's live on JK 's birthday.

Oh, btw, remember I said that when I first saw JM's live photo I mistook it for JK? How those pants seemed a little big on him? Well came across this today:

I'm not 100% sold those are the exact pair of pants, but they sure look similar. And even if they aren't same pants, well my point in part 1 was proven - the pants being exactly the style that JK wears.

I had one more thing I wanted to talk about, which I'm not sure about, but thought it would be good to mention.

About the 12 minute mark JM is talking about taking lessons in English. And he was saying it's hard but he has to force himself to do it, cause otherwise he won't do it. And then he talks about how people get lazy and gives an example. And here is where I found something a little curious. There I go with that word again.

The word of the day: Curious.

Anyway, JM gives an example. And he words it like this:

"You know there is this. I came home as it is like this... It's 9:07... I think that I should wash up at 9:30... But we don't wash up... And later, when it's 1 in the morning... I should really wash up. To sleep...I must wash up. You also know this happens".

And he's giggling the whole time.

Did you notice? The switch from I to we?

Now, it could be him talking about him and us, but I kind of don't think it was, as he starts with I and goes to we and then back to I.

It could also definitely be a slip of the tongue.

You know who the we he might be talking about is. That plus one that turns I to we. That certain plus one that has told us on multiple occasions how he dislikes to wash up before sleep, delaying the inevitable as much as possible, also using that term lazy with regards to it.

Just thought I'd share this little thing I notices with you guys before I finish up with this post.

I feel like this part of my post is a little more all over the place (a bit like JM perhaps, lol). Maybe a little too much blurry and not enough sharp, lol. But hey, I guess it is what it is.

So, we had JK doing the short live nothing like his usual birthday lives, and then later in the day JM coming live, unplanned. Well more so unplanned from home. Could they have been planning to do a live together at Hybe? Could JK have been planning to and asked JM to go live in his place seeing he's held up?

Who knows.

What I do hope is that next time it's not going to be the two live on the same day, but rather the two live same day same time same place.

Here's wishing.

[wickblr]

October is coming up soon! What if we had a spooky Wicktober event, like those writing events with a prompt for each day of the month (or every other day or something)? People could answer the prompts with a piece of writing or a drawing, and the prompts could be things like:

Helen Wick’s Ghost

Vampire AU

Serial Killer Santino

Dog’s Halloween Costume

That sort of thing! Would anyone be interested in that?

I’m supposed to be replying w nothing but this is a great idea!

This should have been done like a month ago but I really didn’t think anyone would be interested, so, uh anyways;

I’ve made 2 versions of this since I know a lot of the writers on Wickblr are adults who only do writing as a hobby, so here’s both Wicktober and Wick Week! I don’t know if there’s been a writing event for the John Wick community, but here!

Wicktober is a month long event where people submit their drabbles/fics based off the prompts listed! Considering we aren’t really a strict fanbase, you can switch around the days and prompts—skip a day or few, or just do one! You’re free to use this as a writing ask game for October. Any day can be switched around except Day 24 which is the ten year anniversary of the first John Wick movie and the John Wick series as a whole (happy birthday to the movies!!!)

Feel free to run rampant on the prompts with your own interpretation of it, be more symbolic, be more realistic—just as long as you want to contribute to this event and want to write for it.

Wick Week is a seven day long event, which can be started on any day in October honestly since it’s a week of prompts. It has the same thing going as with Wicktober.

Rules:

- No harassment (some anons are really mean when it comes to people’s writing which is no good since Wickblr is a pretty damn small community)

- No derogatory comments made in the ask box of this blog since I know SOME people really wanna fucking discuss how “bad” some fics are (which you should write yourself if you really think it’s that bad)

- NSFW is allowed, and unlike this blog; x readers, x OCs are allowed, or cc x ccs (ex: helen x john which I will be doing on @marquisedegramont if you wanna see that)

- Make sure to tag #wicktober 2024 or #wick week 2024

- Creators can produce fics/drabbles or drawings

- Add the necessary warnings before every fic, thank you! Some fics may be triggering for some people and they would appreciate warnings beforehand :)

- Post it on ao3! (If you want)

- Do as little or as much as you want. Be self indulgent

- Prompts are free to use after October ends

shameless plug from the mod: art -> @evrensadwrn | writing -> @marquisedegramont and on ao3

and also my furry friends: art -> @tobytheeggo | writing -> @bluelolblue

reblog maybe ?

cr ; cross divider

[corazondebeskar-reads]

live to rise - chapter six

live to rise series

six: leave the lost

series masterlist | prev chapter | next chapter

gladiator!Din Djarin x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: You learn a secret that endangers you beyond anything you've ever known, but it brings you and Din closer together.

chapter warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, graphic descriptions of violence, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, Mand'alor Din Djarin gets his own warning because hot, increased danger, discussions of death, death threats, espionage tactics, it's time y'all, warnings omitted for spoilers - nothing death related, DM me if you want to know before you read

Please heed the series and chapter warnings.

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Girl,” the Madame says without looking at you. “I’ll be attending the lounge tonight. Secure me a private room and have it set to my preferences.”

“Yes, Madame,” you say, though you want to scream. It was your own fault, expecting kindness from someone who invested in death. 

In your fatal optimism, you had really thought she wasn’t going to. Wasn’t going to violate him or hurt him or any of the things that happened behind those doors. 

But there’s no way around it. No way out. So you coordinate with the lounge supervisor instead of returning to Din when the fight is over. 

You’re still there, with her, when he arrives. 

He stops in the doorway. Stops walking, stops moving, stops scowling. 

“What are you waiting for?” The guard snaps. 

Din steps into the room so the guard will leave. 

“Get out,” he growls. It takes you a moment to realize it’s at you. 

“I can’t,” you squeak. 

He turns to the Madame. “Send her away.”

“She’ll be here when it happens.”

“She’ll be culpable, then. If they find out she knew, and they will—“

You gasp, and he quiets, like watching a glass topple across the room. No use diving for it; it’s shattering. Too late. 

“You’re—“ but you don’t dare say it out loud. 

The Madame nods. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she says to Din, deadpan. 

“She’s spent more time with you than I have now,” he says. 

She rolls her eyes, and you’re still reeling, floundering in the lack of protocol and formality. 

But her face draws dark and serious. “He’s safe.” 

And at once, he’s not a fighter but a father falling to his knees in place. He has his hands over his face and takes a deep, shuddering breath before looking up at her. “Thank you,” he says, raw and molten. 

It’s not a moment for you, but a soft “Oh, Din,” escapes your mouth, and he startles as if he forgot you were there. You try to shrink yourself, to leave his awareness again, but when he reaches for you, you let him take your hand and pull you down.

“He’s… he’s safe. I didn’t—”

You take him by the shoulders. “You didn’t fail anyone. And especially not him.” 

You chance a look at the Madame, but she’s pointedly scrolling on a datapad when he seizes your face in his broad palms and kisses you. “Kar’talyc, I—” 

He chokes on the words, the brightness spilling from the points of his eyes. You hold him as his relief and grief boil over, finally safe now that he has the truth. Of course, he only allows himself a few moments of catharsis, not because it’s a weakness, but because they have business to attend to. 

He rises, and you help yourself to a seat. He begins pacing the small room, hands behind his back. His shadow stretches as if he’s growing taller, impossibly broader, and it’s with no small fascination that you stare as he squares his shoulders and steps into his role. “How long?” 

“Two days,” the Madame clears her throat and says. “Nearly to the minute.” 

“How many?”

“Two in, two out. The one ship.” 

“Bring them in, have them get her,” he says, jerking his head.

“That complicates things quite a bit,” she says.

“I don’t care.” 

“A second extraction risks compromising the rendezvous.” 

“How? She’ll be right in here with us.”

But you look up at the Madame and meet her sharp eyes. You nod minutely and stand up, crossing the soft carpet on your bare feet to lay a hand on Din’s shoulder. 

He stops pacing and looks at you. “No.” 

“Stop thinking about me and start thinking like a king. Just for a moment.”

“I can bring in—” the Madame starts.

“No names,” Din snaps, and she nods, understanding.

“I can bring one in. But the other has to stay with the ship. But that eliminates the retrieval plan for the Darksaber.”

“Fine,” he says. He doesn’t give a shit about the fucking saber. What does it matter? Even if his people decide not to follow him any longer, they certainly aren’t going to follow Gideon instead. And he finds that beyond reuniting with his son, he cares about little else.

Except you.

You can see it on his face. The way he’s looking at you with cold, focused determination. “She’s right,” you try. “It’s too risky.”

“See?” The Madame says. “Even the girl has enough sense.”

“Enough, Shand!” Din snarls.

You freeze. 

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Thought we said no names?”

“Shit,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Shit.” 

He can feel himself shuffling toward the edge of his temper. Months of silence, months of not knowing if there was a single survivor, and now, when he didn’t even have time to come down from the fight all the way, he’s shoved back onto this pedestal of commander, of king, of Mand’alor, when for so long now, he’s just been Din. 

He’d been no one in the barrack, only The Mandalorian in the arena, then just Din, with you, in the dark. Just a man. Just an idea. 

But he takes a breath and chokes it down. Lets the mantle settle back on his shoulders. They were strong enough; he’d survive it. The phantom weight of his beskar crown, now a long-gone memory in the halls of Keldabe, bore an ache to his head he’d almost forgotten. 

There are so many things he wants to ask Fennec. But he can’t. He can’t let you be burdened with the answers. Not when you have to report to Gideon twice more. Not when—not when… no, he can’t consider it. It’s not a productive path of thought; it yields no plan, only panic. 

He thinks over the plan, shuffles things, speaks in terse and heavily coded bursts with Fennec. Then he turns to you where you’ve been sitting on the chaise lounge and staring at the wall. 

“What are you going to tell him happened?” 

You look at him, and can’t help but smile softly. He’s drawn to his full height, and it’s like you can see the armor, almost. It reminds you of the first time you saw him fight; how you understood why his people would die for him. How you know now that you would die for him. That you probably will, in two days’ time. 

The smile is edged in sadness, but you don’t speak it. “What he’s expecting. That she finally took advantage of some of her rights. That I sat in the corner and tried not to watch or listen because it wasn’t my place. Then I’ll get really nervous and offer to describe it.”

Shand snorts. “What if he wants you to?”

“Oh, I’ll make something up, but make a huge deal about being embarrassed. He’ll believe it; everyone thinks I’m very… prudish.” 

“Are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raised. “Would you be able to describe what sex sounds like?”

It’s your turn to snort. “I’m not some blushing virgin,” you scoff. 

Din makes the strangest sound, like a dying puffer pig, and Shand grins. 

He clears his throat. “You’re—um. You’re not?”

“No,” you say, voice so low it’s almost a whisper. “I’m definitely not.”

Shand stands up and strides between you, knocking the tension out of her way, but stops just past Din and looks up at him. “I can’t promise this will work. Odds are low.”

“I know,” he says. “No matter what happens, you have my undying gratitude. All of you.” 

She nods and opens the door, letting the guards in to escort you back to the cell. 

You have one tiny chance. One thing that might, just might make a difference. You show it to Din in the dead of night, before.

“I pulled it out from between Vrar’s ribs once,” you say. “He left it there on purpose.”

“For you?”

“Yeah. The medics never liked to treat him anyway, so when he said he was fine, they were glad. But he let it live there and bleed him for four hours until I came for dinner rounds.”

“You were pissed, weren’t you?”

Pissed was an understatement. When you had extracted the three-inch slice of a shattered sword from him, you had been furious. 

“Oh, extremely. And moreso that he risked his life to give me something I’d never be brave enough to use. He didn’t trust the others in my barracks.” 

“He was right.”

“I know it’s not much of a weapon. But it’s more than we have now.” 

Something about the moment brings forth a desperate ache. “Can I ask a favor of you?” he says.

“Of course.”

“When you add me to your book,” he watches you flinch, “paint my helmet.”

“Of course, Din.” 

He can tell you want to argue. You want to tell him it’s “if” and not “when.” But you don’t, not in the face of what you’re plotting with him here in the dark.

Neither of you needs to voice the more realistic ending to this story—that it’s you who is less likely to walk away from this. 

“I’d like to teach you something,” he says instead. “When we—when Mandalorians lose someone, we have a saying. A prayer.”

“Who do you pray to?” you ask. It’s soft and gentle, like you’re afraid he’ll be offended.

How could he? Your intent is written on your face. You’re only asking because you want to know, want to understand more of him.

“We call them the Ka’ra,” he says. “It’s the Mand’alors of old whose souls are in the stars. Praying to them might be inaccurate. It’s more like… fortifying ourselves by them. It won’t have quite the same meaning for you, but I think you’ll find comfort in the words anyway.”

He takes in the way you’re listening; head tilted back to watch him with bright curiosity even as you lie nestled in his arms. The sudden tightness in his chest has nothing to do with pre-battle nerves. 

“When we lose someone, we say ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. It means ‘I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.’”

It hurts. His words have punctured something critical in your chest. “That’s…” It’s everything. It’s part of you that’s always been there; it’s your paintings turned to words more beautiful than any priestess’ poetry at home. It’s your very soul—and his—turned out for the stars to see. 

He gets it. Of course he does. It’s a little unfair, you think, as you realize he’s always gotten it. You were the one who didn’t understand, didn’t see just how deeply you shared this ache with him. 

“I thought you might understand,” he says softly, thumb brushing your cheek. 

It echoes on repeat. I remember you, so you are eternal. You stifle a broken breath, choking down the shaky exhale, but he feels it in the way your chest stutters as it deflates. 

You’re lying on your sides, his chest to your back, on the bed. You’ve barely left all day. You haven’t spoken of what’s yet to come, not even in the soft taps and beats of your secrets. You’ve just stayed close. Ate side by side. Curled up around one another, anchoring one another as your thoughts drifted into the unknown. 

Now, he has an arm tucked beneath you, and he brings it to cradle your head to his chest. His other arm is already snug around your waist, but he slides it beneath your nightdress, hiking the hem up over your hip. 

The brush of his fingertips along your back is too much, too intense when you’re emotional like this. You gasp as he drags them along your spine. 

“Can I make you feel good?” he murmurs. “Can I have you tonight, kar’talyc?” 

“Oh, now that you know I’m not a blushing virgin?” you tease. But when you meet his eyes, the joking falls aside, lost in the intensity with which he regards you now. 

“Yeah,” he rasps, voice hoarse as he slides his hand over your bare skin. 

You think it’s going to be the kind of desperate, going-off-to-war sex on racy holos you definitely were not supposed to watch. Passionate, frantic, maybe a little rough. 

You should have known, though. You know Din pretty well now. Nothing he does is rushed or sloppy or fumbling. 

Oh, no. 

It’s precisely the kind of sex you would have imagined with him if you had the fortune to meet in any other situation. At least for the first time. If there were time for others, you suspect maybe he’d get a little rough, a little caught up in the moment. But this? This is so much more.

When you roll over to face him, he caresses your cheek but doesn’t push for an answer. When you press your palm flat to the mattress for leverage and kiss him, he holds you gently, tongue slipping between your lips like it’s the only place it ever belonged. 

He moans softly when you tangle your hand in his curls, when you lightly scratch your nails at the nape of his neck, when you break away from his mouth to bring your lips down the line of his jaw. 

It’s slow and saccharine; all thick, syrupy kisses and gentle but confident hands. There’s no hesitation, though you haven’t explored each other like this before. There’s only the heady humidity of understanding. 

This is all you get, so you’re going to have it. No rush, no regret. Just the two of you in the dark, nimble fingers and greedy mouths, the slow grind of your hips, and soft gasps. And that’s all while you’re both still dressed. 

He takes his time peeling off your clothes, hands like the ocean in their constant flow across your skin. The heat of them leaves you singed. It’s exquisite. He swallows your breathy moans and sharp cries like they’ll fill his soft stomach and fuel him through the day you both face. 

Maybe they will. Maybe there’s something to be said for feasting on hope and pleasure.

If there is, you’ll both be sated, because you do the same to him. And he doesn’t hold anything back from you, letting you drink in his own gasps and groans, the way he sucks in air when your fingers roam and rub and pinch. 

You learn each other like this, how you both love the damp heat of a mouth on your nipples, how his hips buck if you tug at his hair. How you shudder when his fingers trace over the sides of your ribs like he might just crack them open. 

He gives the proper, polite protest when you sink to your knees, the honorable insistence that you don’t have to feel like you need to, even if you can tell from the way his cock twitches that he desperately wants it. He stops as soon as you assure him that you very much would like to. 

He’s thick and uncut, the wiry dark hair like a centerpiece framing his heavy cock. You skip over it, but his whine cuts off when you cradle and lap at his balls. You nestle your face beneath his cock, like you could burrow into the soft velvet there, and drag your tongue from the base to the tip on the underside. 

He stands tense, trying not to fuck into your face any faster than you’re ready for, and holds still as you wrap your hands around the front of his thighs and bury him in your throat. His curls become slick with saliva, and his hips jerk when you moan around him. Eventually, he pulls you off, abrupt and gasping, a soft curse punched from his chest. 

But he doesn’t want it to end there. Not now. Not yet. 

No, he tells you, he wants to make good on his promise to make you feel good. He’s never done this before, but he’s aching to taste you. With your legs over his shoulders, he makes you see stars. The one and only time you’ve been on a ship and seen the galaxy was on the prison transport, but this? This is better.

You wind a hand in his soft curls, savoring the way they slip silkily against your fingerwebs. He moans into your cunt, and you can’t spare even a moment of embarrassment for how the wet sucking and slurping echoes in the cell. You’re too high off him to care, too lost in the way the room spins and your thighs shake and oh, his fingers are so much bigger than yours, so thick and dexterous. 

He’s gluttonous and you’re greedy, a perfect match. He tips you over the edge, drowning himself in the same baptismal waters, over and over until you’re both gasping for breath. 

He wipes his face on his arm and climbs up over you and it’s almost too much to take in, his broad, graceful stalking. You touch wherever you can reach, and he kisses you, letting you soak up the tang on his tongue. 

When he finally, finally pushes into you, it’s slow. Methodically so. He watches your face, watches your lips part in a gasp when the fat head of his thick cock splits you apart, watches your eyes flutter and your chest heave as he makes room for himself within you. 

You’ve never felt something so divine. So extraordinary. So… intimate. He worked you up so well that now you’re oversensitive, every brush of flesh against flesh sending sparks and shivers stuttering through you. 

You’re not surprised that he likes to kiss while he fucks. He can’t keep his mouth off you. If not your lips, then he finds his way down your neck, across your collarbone, and he dedicates plenty of time to the curve and peak of your breasts. 

All you can do is hold on. Shaking hands find his shoulders, his hair, his back. He never goes fast, never gets harsh and reckless. But he makes each thrust count. It’s a deep, unyielding pressure; a powerful push and pull that makes you feel every inch, every vein, every intoxicating pulse of him. 

Neither of you speak. It would be disingenuous, you think. The words knock against your ribcage, but you don’t dare let them free. The only thing that would come of it was guilt. He’s too good of a man; it doesn’t matter if he loves you—if you spoke your heart, no matter what happens tomorrow, the simple act of knowing would eat him alive.

No, it’s better to let it ache. To fill yourself with now, with what you can have, and let it be enough. You don’t need to say it, don’t need to know. Nothing about this life has been fair to either of you, to anyone here. 

You’re not facing this because you love him. You’re risking death, or worse, because he’s more than that, more than some crush, more than some tryst. 

He doesn’t pull out right away when he fills you. He keeps you stuffed full of him, nuzzling against you as you kiss with the calm bliss of satisfaction. He had fucked two more orgasms from you, after all, and you’re both exhausted. 

You fall asleep together for what you know will likely be the last time.

next chapter

(my beta reader talked me out of the very mean cliffhanger I had originally planned, so y'all got off easy this time) 😬

*title from "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin

[carbomcoco]

How to credit artists

TL;DR: Tell us the name of the person who made it.

Hi, all. There are instances when reposting art or using someone else's graphics (i.e. banners, dividers, etc) is acceptable, with the understanding that proper credit is given to the original creator. However, a lot of folks don't seem to know how to give proper credit to artists. I will explain here.

The most important thing to know is that the primary purpose of giving credit to the original creator is NOT to point out that you didn't make it. While that can be good to know, that's not the main objective. The primary purpose is to tell people who the actual creator is. If what you've written does not show people how to find the original creator, it is not proper credit. Examples of improper credit include:

"credit to the original artist!"

"found on Pinterest/Google/etc."

"art not mine"

Those do not tell me who made whatever it is you're reusing. That is not sufficient information. I should be able to read it and tell who made it.

So how do we credit people properly? Some artists may have very particular ways they'd like to be credited, in which case they will usually have this information listed somewhere, but most don't. If they're on tumblr, crediting them is as simple as listing their username/URL. If you were to credit me, for example, you would just say "art by @carbomcoco". Boom, that's it. We don't need a whole MLA-style bibliography if it's a social media post, just enough to tell us who made it. Contextualize it however is appropriate:

"pfp (profile picture) by @carbomcoco"

"cr: @carbomcoco"

"credit" <- with a hyperlink pointing to the account or original upload

If they're not on this website, it's very similar. Just add a slash after the @ or omit it so that it doesn't erroneously tag someone's tumblr, and say what website they're on.

"by @/carbomcoco on XYZ"

"by carbomcoco on XYZ"

"credit" <- with a hyperlink pointing to the external social media account or original upload

If the artist you're citing isn't a social media person, just list their name and the title of the piece (if it has one). Maybe link their portfolio if they have one and the site lets you use hyperlinks.

"Sierra Morning 1995" by David Muench

"On Touch: Gather" by Linda Dennis

Does that make sense? Tell us who made it. Most of the time, that's all you gotta do. Question time

Q: What if I don't know who made the original artwork?

A: Try a reverse image search such as Google Lens. This will often help you find the original upload. If you can't find the original, there's a fairly good chance that you don't have the artist's permission to reuse it without crediting them. Furthermore, the more times it gets reuploaded without credit, the harder it's going to be for people to find who the original artist was. Now your post is probably showing up in reverse image searches too, and serving as another dead end. Someone else might save the image from your post and reupload it again to another site, once again without credit. Stop the spiral early.

Q: Why do I have to say who made it? Isn't it enough that people know it wasn't me?

A: Unfortunately, no. For artists who take commissions or sell prints, severing the connection between the art and the artist can impact their income. People can't support the creators of their favorite works if they don't know who that person is. Even for artists who don't make money from their art, if a piece of theirs goes viral and they aren't cited as the creator, they won't get the praise they deserve for making something that a lot of people really like. Sure, it's handy for people to know it wasn't you so that they don't erroneously try to commission you or anything, but the primary purpose is still to direct people to the original creator so that they can actually use that information.

Q: What about the fandom gifs and banners that I use to make my fanfiction/headcanon post look more aesthetic? Should I credit those, too?

A: Yes, even those. Don't just scroll through the tags, save gifs that gif-makers upload, and use them for your own posts without credit. Unless they've explicitly said you don't have to credit them, you should credit them. Again, reuploading uncredited material will make it even more difficult for people to figure out who made the original image. If crediting wrecks the aesthetic of your post, learn how to make your own gifs and graphics.

So, to recap:

If you didn't make it, say who did. Google is not an acceptable answer. Pinterest is not an acceptable answer. "not me" Is not an acceptable answer. "the original artist" is not an acceptable answer. Give a name.

If you don't know who made it, find out.

If you can't find out, don't reupload it.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[zb1net]

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Every day, requests will be compiled into a list on our event page which anyone can complete. Multiple creators can complete the same prompt.

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cr. divider by saradika

@pookiez @gunwookstan @seok02 @sung-hanbin @sunghanbinie @znghao @coldinjeolmi @daintyzerose @jellywook @jjanguri @kimtaeraes @leokillers @nachaeyeon @seokbaseone @seokmatthewz @shanb1n @taeraex @y--eontan @yoshi-ori @yutito @zb1s @zerobaseone @zeroze

[amamiyashion]

I hope Shison Jun would see this lil cute divider. Such a cute Kurama da creator made. 🌹

Cr. : sadisticyouko

Hiei かわいいね～

Yusuke👉🏻

[monstersdownthepath]

Lord of the Seventh: Baalzebul, Lord of the Flies

CR 30

Lawful Evil Large Outsider

Bestiary 6, pg. 16-17 (image taken from the Complete Book of the Damned, page 28 obviously)

While Baalzebul here has a perfectly good and accessible picture online that doesn’t require sloppy editing, I feel like the Lord of the Flies would be insulted if I didn’t use this particular piece for him, one of the better illustrations in the entirety of the Complete Book of the Damned. Just look at that imperious angle! You can practically FEEL the command to kneel radiating off it. You’re not good enough to look upon the greatest of the Archdevils in his entirety. He doesn’t have Overwhelming Presence, but he may as well! Any winged creature that attempts attacking him has to make a DC 39 Will save to do anything but fall to their knees and praise him, which suits him just fine.

Sin isn’t quite the wheelhouse of the devils, y’know, that’s more of a demon thing. The Archdevils don’t match up entirely to the Seven Deadly Sins (mostly because there’s nine of them), though Mammon is clearly Greed, while Asmodeus handily embodies Pride. Without that particular design restriction holding him back, Baalzebul is freely allowed to embody all of them at once. Unassailable pride, bottomless greed, endless gluttony, wasteful lust, burning wrath, frigid envy, and hand-wringing sloth can each be found somewhere in the churning mass of the Lord of Flies, his entire being convinced he’s absolute perfection and deserves to rule and command all else... all the while Asmodeus keeps a hand firmly on his head and prevents him from rising an inch higher. One of three beings to be crafted by Prince of Darkness directly and the only one to have been made before the Exodus, Baalzebul is Asmodeus’ greatest enforcer, his most powerful warrior, his most useful tool, and rightfully feared even by the other Archdevils.

Unfortunately, for all the glory he’s brought Hell, his demands to rule alongside Asmodeus ran counter to the Prince’s desire to be at the absolute top of the pyramid above all else, and Baalzebul was summarily swatted to the ground hard enough to shatter into millions of pieces for his ego. His beauty and physical perfection stolen from him and his creators’ intentions made painfully clear, did Hell’s Angel humbly thank his master for sparing his life despite his hubris? Of course not. Now he works harder than ever to curry his master’s favor in the vain hope that one day he may break through Amodeus’ exterior and be viewed as a partner rather than a pawn.

That day will never come. Asmodeus knows it. Part of Baalzebul knows it. It drives him to endless frustration, frustration he takes out on any creature that doesn’t show him the complete submission and respect he’s owed by all beings, striking them down with cold steel, cold swarms, and the coldest magic in the multiverse until they learn to kneel.

And when I say “coldest,” I mean it. We’ve all seen at least four fire-based boss monsters with abilities that let them bypass Fire Resistance and immunity, and there’s plenty more I haven’t yet covered or forgot about! Fire’s popular! But Cold? Cold is right there in second place, and is resisted or outright ignored by more or less any creature that lives too far north, south, up (space), or down (caverns). Protection from Fire practically rains from the sky, and Cold isn’t far behind... Which is why Baalzebul has the coldest Cold you can have. His Hellfrost divides all his Cold damage in half; one half normal, one half the unholy damage we’ve all come to know and love, irresistible and doubly-damaging to any creature with the Good subtype. However, his comes with a unique caveat: Hellfrost’s unholy damage does nothing to Devils, allowing him to freely blast his own troops with his Quickened Freezing Sphere or Empowered Cone of Cold (both 3/day) without risk. ... well, without MUCH risk, since Empowered CoC deals an average of about 80 damage, which means Devils in the area risk taking 40, and only a scant few Devils are actually immune to Cold. Not even Pit Fiends are fully immune!

But their lives are worth it in the long run. Asmodeus needs only perfection in his army, and if they’re too weak to survive the magic of Hell’s Angel, they wouldn’t have served well anyway. If Baalzebul needs precision, he has Icy Prison at will, and it’s all he really needs; 30 Cold damage a round to a single target even if they successfully save until they untangle themselves from the ice? There’s little else he needs as the party closes in, just casually pinging them one at a time with a Save-and-Suck. Casters who, for some reason, are without Freedom of Movement (and why wouldn’t you have that on 24/7?!) likely lack both the Reflex save to dodge the initial cast and the ability to succeed the DC 45 Strength check needed to break out of the ice (or the entanglement that occurs even if they succeed), giving Baalzebul room to cast even more dangerous spells.

Spells like... well, being honest, though, the stars of Baalzebul’s spell-likes aren’t the ones that utilize his Hellfrost: He can confound many parties with an at-will Greater Invisibility, granting him 30 rounds of a shroud that won’t break if he Full-Attacks or casts spells, and probably one of the worst spells you can possibly see on a boss’ spell list that’s not Time Stop (which he also has, mind): Mass Suffocation 1/day. A single failed save against Mass Suffocation spells certain death for any character who can’t get the thing dispelled, their lives now on a dangerous ticking clock, because unless they can succeed a DC 31 Fortitude save every round for *checks math* 30 rounds, they’re dropped to 0 HP their very next failure, and effectively dead the round after. Notably, being afflicted by Suffocation prevents you from speaking at all, reducing your ability to communicate with your party and, more importantly, preventing you from using any abilities requiring your voice. No Bardic music, no shouts of inspiration, no spells with verbal components.

Baalzebul seems to have a thing for throttling people, which makes sense! He has to be dangerous, and there’s nothing more dangerous at any level than being strangled to death. It works on any creature that needs to breathe and kills in, essentially, 2 rounds. The Lord of the Flies can collapse into four squares of flies in any arrangement he requires and recorporate as needed, his Suffocating Swarm form dealing 7d8+26 damage to everything that begins its turn inside it and forcing all damaged creatures to make DC 42 Fortitude save or become nauseated and afflicted by Suffocation (the normal, 3-round version, not the 30-round Mass version). He can potentially severely ruin a party’s plan by Greater Teleporting right on top of them and dissolving into his Suffocating Swarm to strike four of them at once (or being in swarm form to begin with; it doesn’t stop him from using his spell-likes!), recorporating on his next turn and delivering his painful Full-Attack.

Baalze’s weapon of choice for delivering pain is a +5 Adamantine Good-Outsider-Bane Icy Burst Unholy Longsword, a ridiculously long weapon name with decent damage because of its size: 2d6+24+1d6 Cold! 3d6+24+1d6 versus Good targets, 5d6+26+1d6 versus Good Outsiders, and it critically strikes on a 17 or higher. On a crit, that’s +1d10 Cold damage for just an additional push. While not exactly on par with Moloch or Geryon’s melee power, he’s fully able to deliver a Full-Attack and then discorporate into his Suffocating Swarm for extra off-turn damage.

Speaking of off-turn damage, whether he’s solid or in swarm form, the first time any creature damages him with an unarmed, touch, or natural attack, his Biting Blackflies quickly swarm them, chewing into their bodies for 7d6 damage and threatening to nauseate them if they fail a DC 42 Fortitude save. The flies tenaciously cling to everyone they damage, dealing 7d6 more damage on the victim’s next turn, and if they keep attacking the Lord of Flies, that train will just keep on rolling. If he keeps his movements short and sweet--less than 5ft a round--his swarm expands outwards to cover a 10ft bubble around him, afflicting all creatures who enter or begin their turn in the bubble with his Blackflies.

And it does without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, that having a body made up of endless flies gives him incredible amounts of defense regardless of if he’s solid or discorporated. Like any swarm, he takes additional damage from AoE effects... but nothing that affects only a single target or a limited number of targets affects him at all. No Disintegrate, Slow, Harm, Hold Monster, Maze, or Energy Drain, no nothing! ... please don’t hit him with Blade Barrier though.

Oh, you’re just casting Blade Barrier anyway?

FOOLISH

Because Baalzebul has tricks upon tricks, and his Swarm Body is one seriously loaded ability. For one, he reduces ALL Slashing, Bludgeoning, and Piercing damage he takes by half (which is further lowered if it can’t get past his DR 20/Epic, Good, and Silver), he cannot be flanked, and he’s immune to critical hits and precision damage. Most AoE spells that could take advantage of his vulnerability crash into his hefty resistances anyway (he’s immune to both Fire and Cold and has 30 Acid Resistance... but notably no defenses against Electricity or Sonic... hmmm), so you’re kind of stuck figuring out a way to try and hurt him. Maybe just buffing yourselves, as per usual, and outlasting him?

Just be very, very careful about what you use within 30ft of him, because his envious greed gives him an advantage that’s likely to make the party Cleric consider if that Heal spell is worth using: Usurper. ANY spell a caster attempts using on themselves or ANY effect any characters tries activating on themselves while within 30ft of Baalzebul can be copied onto him, with him gaining all the effects as well as the caster. He can only have one effect copied at a time, but this means little if he copies a Heal. Among other things, this means attempting to use common spells like Haste, Foresight, Shapechange, or Death Ward will grant him their benefits... and you may notice I said “effects” as well, which opens the door to letting Usurper copy things like Barbarian Rages, Alchemist Mutagens, and Inquisitor Judgements! Maybe buff yourself before combat starts... if he gives you the time to.

Do you want to know an especially fun fact, though? Time Stop is a spell a caster uses on themselves. If Baalzebul usurps it, that means he gets to move in their stopped time, effectively trapping them in a one-on-one with him. 

I, personally, think it’s funny to imagine the party’s wizard trying to use Time Stop and, from the rest of the party’s perspective, they shout “TIME STOP!” and then fall over dead with the boss now floating above their fly-eaten corpse.

You can read more about him here.

[strelles-universe]

Adovusala: Complete Language Guide

The Canine Republics speak the Common Tongue like almost everyone else in the world since what’s generally referred to as The Great Connection. That said, the Sky Kingdoms didn’t just dedicate themselves to the rebuilding and relearning of their old tongue but also the tongues of the other groups around them. When this was discovered, the alphas and lunas of the packs found themselves deeply interested and worked alongside them to rebuild their tongue. 

Working from the few bits that remained in the form of honorifics, they were mostly successful in recreating the language from scratch.

This left Adovusala only spoken by the alphas and lunas of the packs for a decent while before the information was shared with the Howlers of the packs. It’s a great privilege for anyone to speak the tongue and to have the tongue spoken to.

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Part 1: Phonology and Phonotactics

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There are about 18 consonant sounds in Adovusala;

And about five vowel sounds;

Phonetic Summary;

Onset: m n ng p t c b d g h f v s z r y l w

R Clusters: mr br dr dr gr nr cr lr

L Clusters: ll nl ml bl dl fl gl sl hl

N Clusters: nv nt

W Clusters: cw

Nucleus: a e i o u

A Clusters: au ai ao

U Clusters: ui ua uo

Coda: l s g n r v c

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Part 2: Word Order and Compounds

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SVO Primary - The cat jumps over the tree

SOV Secondary - The cat, over the log jumps

Demonstrative - Noun | This goat

Numeral - Noun | One goat

Possessive - Noun| Your goat

Noun - Adjective | Goat big

Noun - Genitives | The sandwich of the goat (not, the goat’s sandwich)

Noun - Relative Clauses | The goat, who ate the sandwich is thick

Verb - Auxiliary | Go must (I go must | I must go)

Verb - Subordinate Verb | Went to buy (vs. to buy went)

Adjective - Adverb | Big really (really big)

Yes/No Particles - Final (End of a sentence)

Question Words - Final (End of a sentence)

Proper Noun - Common Noun | state Kansas instead of Kansas State

Modifier Order: Quantity - Opinion - Age - Size - Origin - Color - Material - Purpose + Noun

Modifier Example:Two pretty old large Dutch white cotton goats.

Compounds:

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Part 3: The Animacy System of Adovusala

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Adovusala has an animacy based noun class system like its close relative in Jhikomala. Unlike that one, this one divided along the lines of their gods with each Howl being the patron and creator of a specific set of beings.

Class 1 - Atella - The Sun, Fire, Daytime and Boldness

Class 2 - Iren - The Moon, Sapient Creatures and Creativity

Class 3 - Mywel - Water, Aquatic Creatures and 

Class 4 - Canta - Plants, Flowers, Land Creatures and Endurance

Class 5 - Iseca - The Stars, Spirits, Breathe, Souls, Music and Wisdom

These five classes demand agreement from their adjectives and numerals. Whatever word they’re describing takes on the appropriate ending.

The numeral and adjective agreement is;

Class 1 - (u)ma

Class 2 - (a)re

Class 3 - (i)la

Class 4 - (e)ha

Class 5 - (o)ca

Examples:

Ge lato narama  - The brave fire G’adovu narare - The brave dog  Ge tula naraha - The brave bird Ge nanta narala  - The brave tree Ge sana naraca - The brave star

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Part 4: Grammatical Number

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Adovusala is - much to the relief of learns - very simple in the plurals department with only a simple singular vs. plural divide. In their language, the primary difference is when there’s only one of a thing or many things. The singular is typically left unmarked - adovu while plural nouns are marked with -(u)l such as in adovul. 

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Part 5: Tense and Aspect

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Adovusala has four primary aspects that are paired with their four tenses. The aspects are the perfective, continuous, habitual and resumptive while the four tenses are the past, recent past, present and future tenses. 

Here's an example with the word, sala.

Here's what all that means

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Part 6: Mood

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Being a culture built upon hierarchies and roles, Adovusala has an imperative mood meant for conveying commands and orders. 

Salav doric - speak pup! Salav idoric - speak whelp!

-av is the modifier used for the commands given and is considered extremely rude and deeply overstepping to use on just anyone. Squad Captains and the ranks above them are the only ones allowed to use this mood on others - and even then, it’s mostly used explicitly when orders and commands are being laid out. 

As for the lower ranks;

Salacc inatuc - speak captain

They must use this request based marker - it shows that they respect their superior even as they give a command. 

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Part 7: Honorific System

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The most notable part of Adovusala is that instead of a simple system of pronouns like many other languages of strelles, Adovusala has a series of rank and age based honorifics that speakers adhere to when communicating with others. 

Though everyone has a place in the pack and all creatures have a place in the world, it’s generally understood that some positions are inherently more prestigious than others. Even when the language had first fallen pre-Connection, the system of honorifics stuck around due to the sheer stubborn and ingrained sense of respect that comes with the titles. 

To the relief of those already worried about trying to memorize all of these pronouns, the possessives are much simpler. Instead, they’re combined into whether the cat you’re referring to is of a higher or lower rank than you are;

As you can see rank in relation to themselves is the most important part of speaking Adovusala. 

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Part 8: Articles and Demonstratives

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Adovusala has both definite and indefinite articles that are fairly straight forward. Thankfully for most who learn, the noun classes don’t alter the articles used.

Ge is the definite article and works like this;

Ge doric - the pup E doric - a pup

The interesting bit about ‘ge’ however is that when the word it’s modifying begins with a vowel, the -e drops off and it gloms itself onto the beginning like so;

G’inatuc - the captain G’adovul - the dog G’iru - the moon

The indefinite article is Va and it works similar to ge in relation to words that begin with vowels;

V’inatuc - a captain V’adovul - a dog Va doric - a pup

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Name is Rin, they/them, aroace (yes, it's important)

Fandoms: MCYT (Hermitcraft, Traffic Life and Lifesteal (and SMPs that feature any of those) SPECIFICALLY. no qsmp or dsmp) and Genshin Impact.

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[desultory-novice]

"True Form"

Embarrassing as this is, I told myself I'd throw this out there along with my post about Nightmare and my (upcoming) post about Marx as Nightmare's familiar. So, here it is: "Dess's Desperate Flailing to Preserve My Headcanons About Marx"

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I'm talking about this because I see mention of it around in places, and because I disagree with the idea that "This is definitely the canon interpretation!" (This is Kirby! The series that loves vague canon!)

To clarify, we're talking about Marx.

The words "True Form" on Winged Marx in Smash Bros. Ultimate and in the Star Allies guide book (and other places) has some people adopting the idea that he always looked like his boss form and was just hiding. A wolf in jester's clothing, so to speak. I want to say that this is absolutely a valid interpretation! I don't disagree with it, necessarily, I just think there's another interpretation that shouldn't be overlooked...

Here's his Star Allies blurb, btw.

So, the phrase in question "真の姿" does indeed mean "True Form" but lets look at what his other form is called: "通常の姿" This can be translated as "normal form", "standard form", "natural form", etc.

What we know from this, and simply the way he carries himself about in Star Allies is that this is the form that is most typical for Marx to be in. He doesn't pull out his "true form" unless it's to fly or use complex magic.

Perhaps he's just concealing or conserving power, but he's not tricking anyone here, so you have to assume if he's going around like this MOST of the time, it's because he prefers looking this way.

Now, my explanation for the word "true form" is rather simple. The Marx we encounter in Star Allies (and Smash Bros) is one who has ALREADY made his wish! Everything written about Marx (outside of the description of him as a "magic-user" in the JP instruction manual - left out of the EN one, no surprise) is written from the POV of a Post-Milky Way Wishes canon.

Whether he possessed his winged form before or not, Marx has two forms now. His standard form, aka, what he appears as or what he used to be, and what he really is or what he can now become. Because "true form" can be used in the sense of a form one takes after a reveal. It doesn't necessarily specify how they got that form. Or when.

Okay. Iffy textual evidence aside, there's some visual evidence that the wings may not be completely natural - and this comes from Marx's original creator, Sakurai. I'm talking about Marx's boss fight in Smash Bros. Ultimate!

Unfortunately, I can't find the post that first brought this to my attention, and I don't want to misattribute it (if you recall making this post, lemme know and I'll add you in with a link!) but when you defeat Marx in Smash Ultimate, his wings snap right off his body and hang there for a second, as if they were their own creature, or were being puppeted by something.

Meanwhile Marx himself shrinks back to his tiny grape size and passes out.

There's a divide between grape-orb Marx and his wings that you wouldn't think he'd have if they were always a part of his body. The wings could be like antlers in that he sheds them and regrows them, but there's still the matter of him turning small again after being beaten. Perhaps it takes magic to maintain that form and that's why he reverts? But it's a little weird to be unable to maintain your base form without magic. (Unless he was sealed or under a curse or various other explanations used for these types of characters in anime! Which would be cool, actually!)

There's another important detail in his defeat animation. 

When Marx does revert to being tiny, a CLOUD OF DARK ENERGY leaves him. (Oh gosh! Did Dess just accidentally discover MORE SUPPORT for my Marx + Nightmare theory?! Ohoho...!) It's not something caused by the overarching villains of Smash Bros story mode, as that doesn't happen with the rest of the bosses. Basically, some external power/energy/force/what-have-you is what gives Marx access to those powers! Straight from the creator's mouth?!

One more piece of visual evidence before I wrap this up.

I point to his idle animation in Star Allies, where he transforms into his winged form and then has to shake himself out of it. This strikes me as less of a form change and more evidence of a "transformation" that is only partially stable on Marx's part? (Say, because he got it from a Clockwork Star who's status of destroyed/non-destroyed is a kind of Schroedinger's Cat-Faced Clock.) Of course, it's interpretable, but that's really all I wanted to put out there.

The meaning behind Marx's "true form" and "normal form" is up for interpretation!

You can probably tell based on how wildly my Kirby theories swing from one to another, but I'm not typically in a rush to define characters and canon as "...must be this one thing." Even HAL Labs has stated they don't like to be written into a corner, thus the "Kirby has no definite timeline" statement and their hands off approach to confirming hard facts. 

Of course, it's absolutely okay to have HC that do go against fairly well-established or accepted Kirby lore! But I'd enjoy things remain open on the fandom side too, so less HC have to "go against accepted Kirby lore." It makes things feel more freeing and creative for everyone!

Speaking of creative, though I prefer "He got the wings after wishing on Nova" and thus wrote this whole essay about it, I can also have fun with combining "Always Winged Marx" theories into my personal HC too! Like, like, what if ALL Noddies are actually hellbats just waiting to turn monstrous, like the Scarfies?! It could be used to explain their weird sleep cycle, too!

Or what if Marx did have the wings before Nova, but (Nightmare-Marx HC) it was Nightmare who gave him the wings?! That could be cool too! Like an evil sorcerer and his bat familiar!

...Wait, I have an ask about this very thing! So let's continue that over there!

[stardustedknuckles]

I get why CR cast folks can't interact with fic in a way they can with art and on some level I even appreciate the built-in divide. I appreciate it a lot. I'll never have to know if Marisha thinks I just fucking missed the mark on Beau, and there's a comfort there. There's a validation you don't write for, a pressure removed. In a way, there's more authenticity allowed when you can assume none of the creators are going to see your work and they certainly aren't going to tell you if they did.

But I spent a few hours reading more deeply into the World of Critical Role book today and I was reminded at the end, amid the pages dedicated to art and its different facets and the things people have made and sent in, and nestled among the glossy photos, there was a little text box acknowledging fic and expressing enjoyment and almost... regret in its phrasing - explaining how sharing and engaging is difficult for legal reasons. It just reminded me that there's always going to be a part of me a little sad that the things we make won't be recognized by the people who inspired them. Again, it's for the best. I understand this. I'm not trying to be whiny about "why does everyone else, etc." I'm glad the cast have great boundaries and stay on their side of the fence and I respect the hell out of that boundary.

But I think I'm allowed to express that it's a double edged sword, yeah? Wouldn't trade my skill set for the world. I don't write for them - sometimes I don't even write for other people at all. But the fact is that we create art in hopes of sharing it, of being engaged with just like anyone else who makes art, and sometimes the fact that we are understandably and responsibly separated from the conversation when we are such a big and thriving community stings a bit even though it's nobody's fault. It's so great to be part of something that truly exists to spread joy among fans, that's just for them and their experience. That's as it should be. But I know I'm not the only one that wonders and hopes, if the cast have read our stuff, that we provided a good few minutes or hours of enjoyment. And I don't think it's selfish or arrogant of us to wish, in theory, in a reality where those boundaries didn't have to be so thick, to know the impact we might have had.

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Kenmore Elite

A year ago I bought the Kenmore Pro dishwasher and twofold broiler set from Sears in tempered steel. This year I expected to supplant my fridge after the one in my carport went out following 15 years of utilization. The main cooler offered in the Kenmore Pro line was the next to each other model and I was searching for a base cooler french entryway style. So my solitary alternative was to begin investigating the Kenmore Elite coolers offered through Sears. Customer Reports is a superb asset for discovering which models are the best and how brands contrast with others.

 I likewise discovered bunches of valuable data in the audits shoppers set on the Sears.com site concerning their most recent acquisition of the Kenmore Elite machines. Shopper Reports says the Samsung RF266A ($1600) and KitchenAid KBFS25ET ($1700) are the best base cooler fridges available, however both have interior water distributors and I needed admittance to new water on the entryway. The Kenmore Elite Trio they recorded had been suspended so I was still at a misfortune regarding which model to choose.I had seen some quite certain proprietor audits for the Samsung and GE Profile arrangement on the Best Buy site which made me eventually think about those brands at the head of my rundown. The greater part of the surveys for Kenmore Elite coolers in treated steel on the Sears.com site were not exactly good albeit one stuck out. Shockingly, that model also was being refreshed and they not, at this point conveyed the hardened steel style I needed.

 The sales rep guided me toward the new model that was coming out which was the Kenmore Elite French Door cooler with model # 78713 and it sells for generally $2400 (with discounts). It had the water distributor on the entryway, given 21 cubic feet of room, and the vitality proficiency was first class. The purpose behind the update from the 77713 hardened steel model was another command on vitality utilization that the legislature had put out, so Kenmore made a more effective model. 

My old ice chest was a behemoth with 25 cu. ft. of space and it expanded route past the counter, which my significant other and I was unable to stand. The new Kenmore refrigerator was counter profundity which appeared well and good in our packed kitchen territory. The base cooler style requires an ice creator down beneath, so the main disadvantage was that we would need to bring our own ice as opposed to getting it from the entryway like with our more established model. Sears.com has the whole stock of Kenmore items on their site with portrayals, pictures, costs, and any ebb and flow deals or discount offers. Generally, on the off chance that you pay with your Sears Visa card, you can get 1 year with no intrigue and no installments. 

With regards to a service contract, as much as I prefer to realize that the buy I made is completely justified for quite a long time to come, Consumer Reports says those guarantees typically never work out in support of yourself and to abstain from getting them. It's eventually up to you, however I passed on the service agreement offered via Sears and will take my chances.The motivation behind why french entryway refrigators are turning out to be more well known is on the grounds that they look great (present day) yet they are truly more practical than a conventional next to each other model. More often than not you venture into your cooler to get food, not solidified nourishments so why need to twist down to get to the base of the fridge when you can get to your food at abdomen or shoulder level all the more frequently with a french entryway style. The cooler is at the base (in a cabinet) and you do need to twist down to get the solidified nourishments,

 yet for the vast majority of us that is significantly less frequently than venturing into the refrigerator divide. The enormous issue on base cooler french entryway fridges is the place the water and ice containers will be. The most serious issues and fix issues will in general be with base cooler fridges that have ice on the entryway. Water containers are not as large an issue and cause less fix. We read incalculable surveys from proprietors of french entryway styled coolers with ice creators on the entryway that had loads of issues. 

That is the fundamental explanation I left the ice creator in the base cabinet and not on the entryway. The water allocator could have been arrangement on the inside, however I like to keep it outwardly for accommodation. On the off chance that you are in the market for a fresher cooler, consider the base cooler models with french entryways for their usability and extra room that bodes well.

Generally, Kenmore makes bunches of apparatuses for your kitchen including dishwashers, broilers, ranges, and waste disposal units. Burns is the principle merchant for Kenmore and you can see all the choice in the store closest you or go online HERE. Surveys on certain models by Consumer Reports and store clients are exceptionally sure while others truly instruct you to purchase something different. 

A portion of the top coolers as evaluated by CR are the Kenmore 7952(2) ($800) which is a top-cooler model, the Kenmore Elite 5896(2) which is a next to each other model and sells for $1500. Other top mdoels incorporate White Kenmore Elite 24.8 cu. ft. Triplet French Door Bottom Freezer Refrigerator model 7657, White Kenmore Elite 23.1 cu. ft. One next to the other Refrigerator with PuR Ultimate II Water Filtration model 4443, and the Stainless Steel Kenmore Elite 23.1 cu. ft. Next to each other Refrigerator with PuR Ultimate II Water Filtration model 4442. Singes continually changes their Kenmore line of items, so visit your nearby store for the most recent stock