#he is a fully restored bean

[sharpedgedfool]

Hello I was just wondering if we could get some more stuff and ideas about the sonadow future museum au (im just going to call it that cuz thats shorter)

heres a quick sketch cuz I really liked the designs👍

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES YOU CAN AND IL OVE UR STYLE WITH IT???? I love how uncle-chuck-esc Sonic looks it's the exact vibe I wanted him to have 10/10

I'm in the process of writing this au as an actual story but I'm barely a chapter in yet, but I'll give some more snippets about Shadow and a page of sketches! (its a long read im so sorry but thank you for the ask!!)

Shadow goes by 'Oliver' as his fake name, he took it from a book he read once and liked the cover. They use He/They pronouns and identifies as something non-binary, he's not in a rush to label himself (they joke they've enough to label around the museum)

He lived as a vagabond until settling in Rainmeadow Town, and being taken in by the museum's solo-curator Beatrice, who's a field mouse with a physical disability and was unable to fully access the museum after she took it over from the previous owners.

Shadow adored museums as it was one of the only places he could visit freely so he has a soft spot, and Beatrice was so nice to him so he stayed to help restore it and got too attached he ended up settling down there. He was anxious at first, but its been five years and he's comfortable living there now

He lived with Beatrice for two years, before managing to earn enough from odd-jobs to buy out the small apartment above the local B&B

He has a stray cat he's taken in who wanders around town when he's at work. The cat is known to be vicious but is a sweetheart around Shadow, somewhat mimicking Shadows own demeaner

He dresses himself as unassuming as possible, and that sometimes makes himself a target for any outsiders of the village He gets tired out easily, due to them restricting their energy so much, but they can still fight viciously (almost feral after so many years outside of civilisation) for a short amount of time though would prefer to run. Shadow also needs rest throughout the day

Due to his tight inhibitor rings, Shadows red stripes and eyes have all dimed to a dull grey, his blood however remains a harsh green so he has to be diligent to ensure he doesn't injure himself in front of anyone. If he loosened his rings they would rapidly shift back to a red and he would regain energy to use his abilities, but he hides them and is extremely paranoid about his true identity

He likes to read and cook, and has a habit of reading while walking around even in the dark. He cooks meals for his cat and refuses to give them cat food from a can

He's a huge coffee fan, and loves brewing it himself with the manual machines at home (but also will still absolutely eat the beans straight if it's been a long day)

They haven't 'aged' but they've 'grown bigger' through mutation, their spines and fur are longer so they appear more mature even if internally he hasn't changed much.

He's always wanted a motorbike, but couldn't travel with one and can't afford the upkeep

Their glasses are generic reading glasses that he doesn't really need, but he finds it grounding to have them in his vision (he feels hidden behind them)

Rainmeadow is a known queer-safe town, despite it's remoteness, and the museum has a hall they regularly hold events in (Shadow is fond of the rollerskate hang-outs they schedule)

He has frequent panic attacks and extreme anxiety, they're selectively mute and uses sign (I use BSL when I'm drawing it out) and can't be around large groups of people for too long. He lets Beatrice work at the front of the museum and he lurks around in the back, people jokingly call him a 'shadow' often (and he's gotten used to the fear that shoots down his spine at the mention of his name)

No one knows of his origins, though Beatrice knows some of his vagabond experiences and topics that makes him uneasy

Shadow has met Rouge a handful of times. When he was saving money, he was contacted by her due to his experience in the museum. Due to his lack of background information, she assumed he had been involved in criminal activity and needed his knowledge on artefacts and assistance in restoring something. Shadow agreed reluctantly, but despite his uncertainty he enjoyed working on the things she brought and Rouge found his genuine interest in history and lack of concern for her intentions to be good company. Shadow became her main contact for these things (though she rarely needs his help) and the two are on good terms despite not being close

Rouge has worked with Team Sonic on occasion, and never worked with GUN. She's infamous but her identity is unknown to the public, except her name on her calling card. A few of Sonic's gang know what she looks like as eventually after knowing them for so long she doesn't wear the spy gear around them all the time, but felt strangely comfortable around Shadow rather quickly so he's seen her face

[deus-and-the-machina]

ngl one of the misconceptions post Future Redeemed that’s bugged me the most is the one that Matthew went off and disappeared after the end of the game, because it can be very easily fact checked by rereading his statue and no one seems too.

In memory of the Founder of House Vandham, and the City's Restorer and Liberator. The original incarnation of the City was once laid to ruin by Moebius N's hand. The Founder realized fully the power of Ouroboros, heretofore limited, and fought against N, ousting him. Once victorious, he gathered the old City's people, scattered to the winds, and reestablished the City. 

With the the City restored, he left its government in the hands of the Founder Doyle, and departed on a lonely expedition. No records exist of his fate thereafter. Heirs of Vandham's lineage only returned to the new City several centuries later. Oral tradition has it that the Founder was master of the classical art of fist fighting, and the scions of House Vandham carry on the custom to this day.

Like he explicitly says he’s going to go look for more City folk at the end, so we know he does succeed and return! He only leaves for good when things are more settled, likely taking on A’s words that the world is vast and full of things to see. I’ve seem multiple people take issue with the fact it feels strange that Matthew “leaves forever” at the end and so the misinfo was really bugging me. justice for the bean man 💪🫘

[leighrobertsreads]

Pushing up trigo, maís, y frisoles

@flashfictionfridayofficial

FFF 253 Prompt: Pushing Up Daisies

Fandoms: Encanto, Harry Potter Characters: Hermione Granger, Isabela Madrigal Word count: 667 Ship: slight one-sided Hermione/Severus

Context: Years after the war, Hermione and Severus ("Snape", she keeps correcting herself) have been working together for the past year or so as a junior Arithmancer and senior Cursebreaker at Gringotts. They finished an assignment in Medellín, Colombia early, and Hermione convinced him to visit historic Santa Fe de Antioquia, a short drive away. They felt the pull of magic on the Río Cauca and followed it. While hiking along the river near Sabanalarga, they perhaps foolishly went through a strong magical barrier that on its top layer, felt like forgiveness.

It transported them into the Valle del Encanto, and the year 1949, three years after the destruction and restoration of the original Miracle and the Madrigals' family home, Casita. The first person they encountered? A short fellow with a large nose and a serious problem with how Hermione was dressed. Fortunately, Hermione can speak some Spanish - her parents had owned a holiday apartment in Spain.

Also likely a good thing, Severus cannot speak Spanish, but certain facts about his upbringing and professional education mean that he can make out some of the words... and later communicate directly with Bruno.

This scene takes place about a week or two after they arrived. "Frisoles" is an Antioqueño (Colombia) dialect word for "beans" ("frijoles" in Spanish).

Hermione had known Gamp's Five Laws of Transfiguration before she even set foot at Hogwarts.

And here was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever met blatantly violating the first one with every flick of her perfectly manicured fingers.

Or was she?

She looked at the ground as Isabela, Mirabel's oldest sister, manifested the tiny shoots. Little bits of the magic she had seen all around them, concentrated in the Madrigal family home and most strongly in Mirabel, were gathered into a small clump at the base of each new plant.

She wished that Mirabel was with them so that she could observe the effect this was having on her, but she was busy.

"Why don't you just create the crops fully grown and harvested, like you did all of those flowers for the party last week? Those weren't whole plants."

"I tried that, but as soon as they were cut up or cooked, they just disappeared. The raw fruit disappeared as soon as you took a bite of it. Even the whole plants I created fully grown and then had people harvest did that. They need to collect the sunshine, rain, and nutrients from the ground to actually be food," Isabela answered.

"But your aunt Pepa can rain and shine sun on them."

"I'm not sure what the difference is, but I think that her 'sun' just shoves away any natural rain a bit, and that her 'rain' is attracting and redirecting water that's already in the air. She's been doing this pretty much since she got her gift at five."

"And you have to come renew the charm," Isabela looked a bit confused at that, so Hermione rephrased, "you have to come encourage the plants to grow a few times before they're ready for harvest, you said."

"So far, that seems to be true, but I've only been doing this for the last three years - it took Mirabel jolting me out of the golden cage my family and I had built."

"Golden cage?" The Madrigals seemed to be pretty relaxed and easy-going towards the younger generation, other than socially-awkward Bruno, whose initially-ridiculous overreaction to seeing her in shorts made sense once she observed every other woman around wearing long, full skirts. Besides, he had been a non-factor in his nieces' and nephews' upbringing for most of their childhoods, if she and Severus ("Snape, Hermione. Snape," that little voice in her head scolded) had understood Mirabel and Bruno correctly.

"I'm sure that Mirabel or Bruno told you about what a mess we were three years ago. I was Señorita Perfecta Isabela, the pretty princesa who was all set to marry the town's handsome príncipe, Mariano Guzmán."

"Wait - that's Dolores' husband!"

Isabela grinned. "Sí. Gracias a Dios y la Santísima Madre… and Mirabel's complete lack of subtlety. She absolutely ruined our betrothal dinner."

Hermione had more questions. "How long does it take to grow a crop of, say, wheat?"

"Normally, four months. With my aunt's help alone, three. With both of us, plus little Antonio to direct the bees, one. We still have to spread dung and harvest it the old fashioned way, and I've only recently learned how to not grow weeds as quickly as I grow the things we want."

"I've not seen tractors here."

"There aren't any. Some of the Forty-sixers and even Fifteeners were used to them, but of course, there's no way to get that much petroleum here, even if we could build one. So we have the implements that Luisa, the donkeys, and the strongest men can pull, but mostly, the bare hands and scythes of pretty much everyone in town."

"Forty-sixers and Fifteeners?"

"When the larger new groups arrived - 1915 and 1946."

Further driving home to Hermione the shocking discovery she had made in Mirabel's sewing room: she and Severus ("Snape," her mind corrected, yet again) had been sent back to 1949 when they crossed that irresistible magic barrier that she really ought to have resisted.

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

Zedaph! And Grian too if that’s okay for the Blaseball AU

It should be noted that I fucked up on this one, Zedaph was supposed to have the blood type psychic and coffee style anything, but this mistake was funny enough that I left it. Anyways.

Zedaph Plays is a pitcher for the Yellowstone Magic. Worm Man, who is definitely a different person, ignore that they have the same exact soulscream and fate, don't worry about it, is a pitcher for the Ohio Worms. Zedaph spends the time he isn't playing (which isn't much) investigating the ever-expanding, ever-stranger depths of Yellowstone National Park, trying desperately to discover a new Blagonball, and spending far too much time in Arizona for a man who plays for teams located in Yellowstone and Ohio respectively.

Zedaph joined up with the Magic in season 1 as an excuse to get into Yellowstone and investigate the park. When the Expansion teams fell from the sky, he proposed to Skizz that it would be really funny if somebody who was already playing tried to sign up for one of those new teams, just to see if the league would let them. Skizz didn't talk him out of it, so Zedaph created an unsubtle alias and signed up to pitch for the Worms. The league let it happen, so he now pitches for two teams. He's been extremely lucky and only had to pitch for both teams on the same day once. Thankfully, the game in question was between the Magic and the Worms, so he was just running between the two dugouts and hoping no one noticed.

Zedaph is a shapeshifter. He usually defaults to a sheepy guy, and Worm Man is just a pinker version of him with pure white eyes. He also wears a mask but that's not apart of the shapeshifting. The rest of the Hermits know that Zedaph is a shapeshifter, and they all have some amount of suspicion that Worm Man and Zedaph are just the same guy, but most of them aren't willing to call him on it. Impulse and Tango are the outliers here because they get husband privileges, so they know. (ZITS polycule is cannon because duh) (poly hermits is ALSO cannon but no one else has husband privileges, you understand)

By the way, Worm Man and Zedaph don't actually have different blood types, though he could do that with his shapeshifting, he just lied on the intake forms so it wouldn't be as wildly suspicious that two players had the exact same soulscream.

Grian H. Dreamslayer is a right fielder for the LA Unlimited Tacos. He spends most of his time not playing Blaseball playing pranks, abandoning robot children ala Frankenstein, and trying to talk Pearl in to using her precognition abilities into helping him cheat at card games.

Grian was a season 1 player for the LA Tacos. He'd played community Blaseball in college and thought "hey this will be fun" and now he's stuck here. During the Grand Unslam, he was one of the few players to get his name fully restored because the fans thought "Dreamslayer" was a sick as hell name. He also got a middle initial on his paperwork as a side effect.

During the Grand Siesta, Grian got really weird and really bored and hosted Demise, which I've talked about a fair amount in the tag. He convinced himself that he was going to make the top 5 at least because of "plot armor" and got beaned in the head by a pitching machine Cub set up while he was monologuing about this to Tango.

Grian is an avian who mostly avoids using his wings during games in the name of fairness, but he's not immune to panicking when an umpire lights up and trying to fly away. Also he used to be a Watcher in this world but that means basically nothing in this universe, it was just this weird, stupid gang he was in when he was a teenager. Sometimes they show up on his doorstep and go "quit your emo band, re-join my gang" and he just slams the door in their face every time.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA FOR SEEKING UNFATHOMABLE POWER? (OCS)

So I, (58M) am a professor at an esteemed magical arts school (post-secondary), and for the past five years or so, we've been searching for the pieces of this giant and extremely powerful crystal. It's so powerful that it exploded from the power and killed the dinosaurs. We want to reassemble it and harness that power, since our institution has extremely intelligent and qualified people to have that power.

Now, I must admit, we have resorted to some shady tactics to do this, such as volunteering our students to go out and retrieve these pieces from dangerous locations and not allowing them more than five minutes to read the extremely strict contract that binds them to us until they die or the crystal is fully restored, but doesn't everyone do that? It wasn't my idea, it was the dean's (63F). She's a 'girlboss', as the kids say. Most of our volunteers have unfortunately passed, except for notable one young man who I will refer to as J (26M).

J has had the most unprotected contact with the pieces of crystal, and that combined with his already-shaky mental health has apparently caused the crystal (recently found to be sentient, >65mil y/o rock) to attune to him and start speaking to him, telling him where the other pieces are so it can be put back together. The good news is that now instead of relying on our faulty tracking methods, we can just ask J. The bad news is that J us uncooperative and keeps saying nonsense about how we (a team of experts, mind you) "don't know what we're doing" and how reconstruction the crystal will "end the world". We want the crystal reconstructed, the crystal itself wishes to be put back together, he's just being stubborn.

So the dean had this idea to lock him in the basement and repeatedly question him until he breaks and spills the beans, even take away his food and meds if we need to. I wasn't too comfortable with the idea, but he's already in the basement so it's a bit late to object. He looks a lot worse for wear and so hollow, keeps muttering to himself and playing with the rat we gave him, reanimating it over and over (J was a necromancy student), and I just feel a little uncertain.

But it wasn't my idea, I'm not the one who said we should kidnap and starve a guy. I just wanted to help advance our society, harness this unimaginable and unused power to further our goals and achievements! Sometimes you have to crack an egg to make an omelet, and it's not really like J was going anywhere in life. His sister seems to have moved on from his disappearance, she's working harder than ever in class, his parents don't seem to care, and I'm sure his fiance will recover. I think maybe we're being too harsh, but I'm not a bad guy, am I?

[universalzones]

Whisper is walking through the halls of the Restoration, carrying a fold with a rather thick stack of papers. It'd only been a day since the incident at the newly establish powerplant, though the wolf didn't want to waste much time in finding out what Wave did with the Chaos Emerald as so far neither Storm nor Jet have talked.

Soon enough Whisper made it to the interrogation where Jet was being held, walking in, closing and locking the door behind her. It wasn't fully needed as the hawk's was cuffed to the table, though better safe that sorry. The wolf would walk table, pulling out the chair and taking a seat across from the Rogue leader. She'd set down the folder and opened it up.

"Jet the Hawk, leader of the Babylon Rogues, and one of the most wanted thief's on Mobius. You've got a long record of crimes and thefts on your record. More recently a powerplant housing a Chaos Emerald which was intended to produce clean, safe, and free energy to people who are already struggling to get by." Was Whisper attempting to guilt trip Jet? Maybe a little, though doubts it'd move the hawk too much. The wolf would also flip though the various pages as she spoke.

"With that said, the Restoration is taking into account your efforts in assisting with the Zeti and helping stop the Metal Virus. Now, if you'd be willing to listen, I can cut you a deal." Whisper was sure Jet knew what she wanted from him, though thought it best to make sure he was willing to play balls.

Meanwhile

"Jeez, this guy has done a lot of bad stuff. How does the Restoration manage to keep track of it all?" Tangle spoke aloud, mainly to herself as she too had a was carrying a file with a thick stack of papers. "Why do I gotta do this interrogation stuff anyway? Everyone knows I'm better at fighting and smashing bots." Then again the lemur did get in a bit of trouble after Lanolin found out about her plan to trip the fire alarm to get everyone to leave.

Soon Tangle was at the door, though would take a moment to amp herself up. "Alright, you got this Tangle. You beat him in a fight, just gotta beat him with your brain power." With that pep-talk to herself the lemur entered the room Storm was in. The albatross was cuffed to the table as well, though also had cuffs connect to the ground and his were way more heave duty give his size. She'd take a seat at the table, setting the folder down, though didn't open it up.

"So, Storm. You've done a lot of bad stuff, and I mean a LOT. You got this folder here with a bunch of your crimes on it, and there is a lot on it. Though honestly, all that legal stuff isn't my strong suit," Tangle said, pushing the folder to the side. "Your pal Wave stole the emerald and we wanna know who she gave it to. So just spill the beans and we can wrap this up fast." The lemur felt like she was forgetting something, though thankfully after a moment of thinking she remembered.

"Oh, and the Restoration is willing to shave off some of your jail time if ya talk seeing as you and the other's helped with the whole Zeti issue during the Metal Virus stuff. Thanks for that by the way. I heard you guys were real team players." Tangle was willing to give credit where credit was do.

@hoverboardhoodlums

[gaynchristian]

How and Why I Became a Christian

Watching “The Chosen” series has made me think about how and why I became a Christian myself, and also my Bible study small group recently had us prepare our testimonies to get to know each other better.  I decided to share mine here as well for those of you who don’t know “my story”.  

When I was 21 while picking coffee beans on the side of a mountain in Costa Rica where I was on a college study program, I was asked this question by a young woman,  “Has aceptado a Jesucristo como tu Salvador Personal?” which means “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?” I had never been asked this question so directly by anyone, even though I grew up going to church with my family every week, got confirmed in eighth grade, and was even president of my high school youth group.  I remember answering her question with some hesitancy in my confused Spanish, but the fact was I had accepted Christ as my personal Savior about a year and a half before that while I was in North Carolina for a summer job after my freshman year.  To me this meant that my sins had been forgiven and I received the gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ’s death on the cross as promised in John 3:16. But it took me awhile to fully understand and embrace that gift and God’s forgiveness.

I thought I had been a good kid, and I thought I understood and practiced my Christian faith from my church upbringing, but I drifted away from it quickly during my freshman year in college when I first started drinking to be accepted. I did well enough with my studies, but the drinking soon got way out of hand, and I ended up feeling very lost and confused by the end of the year and very distant from God.  I felt a lot of shame and confusion, and I was afraid of returning home, so I found a summer job in North Carolina at a YMCA conference center.  Little did I know that my life would change forever the first week I was there. 

The YMCA center was hosting a conference of high school Christian athletes, and I was drawn to listening to the testimonies in their evening chapel sessions when I was done with my work each day.  On the Thursday night that week, a member of the Atlanta Falcons shared his testimony about needing Christ in his life to restore his failing marriage even when he had achieved fame and glory as an NFL player. I identified some with his story since I was ashamed of what I had become during my freshman year while still wanting to appear as the good kid to my family and friends.  Along with the NFL player’s testimony, I thought deeply about the conference’s theme verse from Philippians – “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” – and I knew I was missing something in my life. When he asked if there was anyone in the room who wanted Christ in their life, I quietly raised my hand in the back of the room while everyone’s heads were bowed.  

From that point on I knew I had made a decision to truly follow Christ, even though it took me about five years to fully embrace that decision and make Christ Lord of my life in every area that I was willing to turn over to Him.  I started to study the Bible more, go to church again, and attend a college fellowship group, but the drinking continued off and on, and then a year of much heavier drinking in Japan my first year out of college where I went to teach English.  Even though I had experienced quite a few blackouts from the alcohol by then, and done quite a few things I was very embarrassed by, I found it very difficult to give up.  

It wasn’t until I got back from Japan after thirteen months and moved back home that God got my full attention.  I was unemployed and directionless for several months, fell into depression, and finally through what I can only call God’s leading, I found out about a church meeting focusing on depression and the story of Job, and I realized that I had strayed a long way from who God wanted me to be.  Within a couple weeks of that meeting, I stopped drinking completely, got baptized, and publicly declared my faith in Christ and started to follow him earnestly.  

There have been plateaus and troubles and obstacles along the road since that period after college, but I always return to that verse from Philippians at the YMCA - “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” - to get me through crises and to look forward with confidence and faith. I also sometimes remember the Bible verses from Psalm 121 that I memorized in a fourth grade Sunday School class to get me through tough times – “I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Life has still been difficult many times over the years, but trusting in my faith in Christ assures me that He is there with me for comfort, peace, strength, forgiveness of my sins, and assurance of eternal life through his sacrifice on the cross for me.

[remma3760]

Consequences

Chapter 16

Summary:

The sects arrive for the marriage of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, but could romance be in the air for someone else?

Lan Qiren wondered how rude it would be if he went to hide in the cold pond cave. He had been cornered by Jin Guangshan no less than three times in just the one day, and as for Wen Ruohan, every time he turned around the man was there, scowling at him. He had hoped that Wen Ruohan would decline the invitation as he rarely left Nightless City these days, but of course the prospect of meeting two immortals was too good to miss. 

And hadn't that been a surprise. Lan Qiren had been reading through reports in his office over a nice cup of tea, when a flash of light had deposited two people directly into the room. He had been so startled that he had thrown up his hands and smashed his favourite tea cup. He still mourned it's loss. 

It was Baoshen Sanren of course. But she wasn't alone. Standing by her side, spirit fully restored and newly immortal, was Lan Yi. The Elders had been in high glee, the Lan Sect now affiliated with not one, but two immortals, one of whom was a former leader of the sect. It was unprecedented. Word got out withing days. After all, what was more natural than that the Lan Elders in writing to their Elder friends in other sects would casually drop the news that the Immortal Lan Yi had returned to them accompanied by her cultivation partner, the Immortal Baoshen Sanren. 

They had stayed for the entire wedding preparations, Baoshen Sanren bickering with Lan Qiren about the absolute necessity for more red. The occasional banner wasn't enough. Oh no, there should be streamers covering the entire mountain, lucky cushions and flower petals scattered over the pathways. Then there was the menu. Lan Qiren pointed out that the Lan were vegetarian. Baoshen Sanren countered that the guests were not. There were only so many ways you could prepare cabbage and beans. They must have suckling pigs and roast ducks. This wedding banquet would be talked about for years. And they needed wine. the Lans didn't have to drink it, but it needed to be there. So now here they were, Cloud Recesses bathed in red with massive tents put up for the overflow of guests. It was a nightmare. 

At least the Jiangs weren't there yet. He had discussed this with Wuxian and Wangji. As one of the Great Sects the Jiang would expect an invite, but for his boys Lan Qiren would willingly cause a diplomatic incident. If Wuxian was uncomfortable with having Madam Yu and Jiang Fengmian at his wedding, then Lan Qiren would see to it that they weren't there. As it turned out, it was Wangji who had the biggest problem with the Jiang coming while Wuxian simply said, "let them come. Let them see how well I live my life".

Baoshen Sanren had agreed, almost jubilant at the thought that she could once again put Madam Yu in her place. Lan Qiren tried to stress that no, there would be no 'putting in place.' This was a wedding. A happy occasion. Baoshen Sanren sniffed and agreed that she wouldn't start anything but would be sure to finish it should Madam Yu cause any trouble for her beloved grandson. 

Lan Qiren fingered his pendant, a gift from Baoshen Sanren. One each for him, Wangji, Wuxian and Xichen. A carved jade dragon that appeared to be only a decorative bauble, but in reality was so much more. Worn next to the skin, the pendant would grow hot in the presence of danger. The colour would change from it's natural white to inky black at the presence of resentful energy and blood red for poison. Worryingly, the closer Wen Ruohan came, the more the pendant burned. It would seem that even without the Yin Iron, their Chief Cultivator had been dabbling with Demonic Cultivation. He had reported this to Baoshen Sanren, who looked grave. 

There was a knock on his door. If this was Jin Guangshan with yet another veiled accusation that he was being deliberately kept apart from the venerable Immortals, then Lan Qiren would not be responsible for his actions. But no. It was, surprisingly, a young woman. She must be from one of the minor sects since she was unknown to him. 

She bowed to him, seeming nervous. "Lan Xiansheng. This one is Qin Su. My father is Sect Leader Qin. I apologise for interrupting your work."

"How can I help you, Lady Qin? Are your accommodations inadequate?"

"Oh no, not at all. There's no problem. Everything is perfect. It wasn't that. I had a request about some gifts."

Lan Qiren was confused. All gifts were held in the main hall. "Gifts may be delivered to the main hall."

"Apologies, Xiansheng. These are not wedding gifts. My father has already delivered those. These are for the children."

"The children?"

"Yes, Xiansheng, from a young age, I have heard of how the Lan Sect built an entire village to house the orphans of Gusu. It's so wonderful. I tried to convince my father to do the same, but the most he would agree to was to set up carts in the market place to feed those who cannot feed themselves."

"I see." What a pleasant young woman. Kind and thoughtful. "You have gifts for the orphans?"

"I do, Xiansheng. It's not much, just a few dolls, kites, some rattle drums and wooden swords. If Xiansheng permits, I would send them to Orphan Town."

"That is a kind thought, Lady Qin. Very kind. I have no objection. Perhaps, would Lady Qin care to take the gifts herself? I could arrange an escort. The town is not far, only just outside Cloud Recesses."

"Really? Oh, that would be wonderful. Thank-you. But won't it be too much trouble, with the wedding?"

"That is still three days away. I'm sure we can spare a single disciple for one day. Will tomorrow be convenient?"

"It will, Xiansheng."

"Good. Be ready at six."

Qin Su bowed again, almost walking into the man who entered as she was about to leave. She dropped her bag, startled. Lan Xichen bent to help her collect her belongings, apologising profusely. He paused as he took in her blushing face, blushing himself as he handed her her bag and watched her go. 

"Shufu, who was that?"

"Lady Qin, the daughter of Sect Leader Qin. Do you know her, Xichen?"

"No, Shufu, we've never met. Is there some problem with the Qin delegation?"

"No problem. The girl has some gifts for our orphans. I have promised to arrange an escort for her to deliver them."

"Oh. I would be happy to help, Shufu."

"You want to take her?"

"Well, unless I am needed here."

"No, that shouldn't be a problem." He couldn't really blame his nephew for wanting to escape the invasion of their home. "Now, what brought you here?"

***

Lan Zhan, we're getting married. In three days, we will be married. Are you excited?"

"Mn."

"I can't believe it's finally here. Did you see all the gifts?"

"Mn."

"What are we going to do with all those things? How many tea sets and gift balls can we possibly need?"

"Most will be kept in the Lan store rooms. We will only keep those we like best."

"I like the pendants from Laolao best."

"And Nainai."

"Yes! We have a Nainai now as well as Laolao. I can't believe that Lan Yi is actually here and we get to call her our Nainai. How lucky is that?"

"Very lucky."

"Huaisang was so jealous. He doesn't have any grandparents at all, only an old aunt who keeps pinching him and telling him he's too small and puny."

"That is cruel."

"It is, even if he kind of small and, well..."

"Puny."

Wei Wuxian giggled. "I do love the picture he gave us though. Us and the bunnies with plum blossoms all around us."

"Mn. Most pleasing."

"Lan Zhan, do you think A-Die will survive until the wedding? He's looking quite put out."

"Too many people."

"Yes, there are a lot. I didn't think everyone would come. Even Wen Ruohan. I swear, that man is even creepier now than he was when we first met him."

"Resentful energy."

"I know. My pendant was absolutely burning when I greeted him. Still, it won't be for long. They'll all go home once the wedding is over. Once we're married."

***

Wei Wuxian waved at Lan Xichen. "Tangge, hey, where are you off to? Don't you have to come greet the sects with us?" Then he noticed the very pretty girl slightly behind Lan Xichen. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you. I'm Wei Wuxian." He bowed to her, as did Lan Wangji. "This is Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji."

Lan Xichen cleared his throat. Wuxian, Wangji, may I introduce Qin Su. She is the daughter of Sect Leader Qin. I, um, Shufu requested that I escort her and her maid to Orphan Town. She has gifts for the children."

"Oh, what a kind thought. The children will be so happy, and I'd much rather the orphans get presents that us having yet another pair of jade chopsticks."

Qin Su blushed as she bowed to them. "My congratulations on your coming wedding, Taiyang Jun, Hanguang Jun. I wish you happiness and long life."

"Thank-you. Well, have a good time. The children are adorable, and I'm sure Tangge will take good care of you."

After some more bowing, they parted ways.

Wei Wuxian watched them go speculatively. "She's a pretty girl."

"Mn."

"Tangge thought so too, I think. Don't you think?"

"Mn."

"It was kind to think of the orphans."

"Mn."

"I expect Tangge was impressed by her kindness."

"Mn."

"He seemed to like her."

"Mn."

"And she liked him."

"Mn."

"Lan Zhan, do you think?"

"Mn."

[mrowsters]

Well, i dont have all the answers but i really think it depends on which iteration of transformers you wanna pull from to compare to Transformers One. I have some I know about as well as some speculation as to what Orion could have meant below the cut. (I got a bit carried away. Im sorry in advance) i hope it helps tho! :3

Bayverse Transformers (the movies) have all life come from the Allspark, which holds literally all life and knowledge of the planet. (Which is why Sam goes a bit insane when he touches it). This includes anyone who lived and anyone who will ever live as a Cybertonian. A bit catch-all relic, really. That is why it's such a big deal in the movies. It has the knowledge to revitalize Cybertrons people, to create new life (ie sparklings, or baby transformers) and to restore the planet itself. The Allspark, in this iteration, creates sparks, thus creating new transformers from the planet itself. From what i understand, transformers don't come out lookin like lil baby blobs but rather fully formed bots who come up from the Well of the Allspark.

In the IDW verse we have this scene from Cliffjumpers spotlight in "Transformers Galaxies Vol. 6"

This is just me pulling from my own collection here. Im sure there is a more detailed description of how bots were "born" but here a bot comes from the planet itself. (You can see here that they throw a huge party, but ehh, not for Cliff 😔) Now, im not sure if an artifact is involved with the creation of bots in this iteration or if they simply come from the well. I'm still learning and there is a LOT of ground to cover.

It is standard though, that a "sparkling" gets a mentor(s) which we see with Gauge, Greenlight, and Arcee in Transformers Galaxies vol. 7-9 and Transformers A Bold New Era issue 18. The basic premise is these Mentors guide the sparkling in life until they reach a certain age. (Sidenote- i recommend these they are very good if you want to see mentors and sparkling relationships).

This isn't something that was done in Transformers One. Which was surprising to me personally because, how the hell are they gonna learn what they need to know? Until we have more information, I'm assuming they are trained after they emerge from the Planet, (however they do so, but I'll get into that in a minute), and the rest is just from institutional knowledge from their fellow miners.

Here, in this reprint of the Gen One comic i was able to get my hands on they say life came from "interactions with naturally occurring gears, levers, and pulleys that miraculously brought forth sentient beings."

Now, full disclaimer here, I'm very new to Gen 1. So this is all I feel confident enough to say since I'm still learning about the series itself. ( I just finished season one of the Gen1 cartoon yesterday:3). But it seems that here it was pure chance. But again, take me with a grain of salt.

I believe sparklings come from the Well in Transformers Prime, but I haven't rewatched that series yet. From what I remember, they come from Primus -> to the Well -> then emerge in the temple (surrounding the Well) into Cybertronian society. But again, please fact check me its been a minute. But basically, once their planet died so did the chance of having any new sparklings come from the core of the planet. No energon means no Well, which means no new sparks.

This is a theme you seen often in Transformers. Cybertonians are intrinsically tied to their planet, so when the war kills the planet it also signs the death warrant on their species since they themselves come from the planets core, (which in most iterations is Primus but thats another bag of beans).

Transformers One doesn't give us a lot to work with when it comes to definitively saying where newsparks come from but it Does give us clues.

I think the biggest clue we have is the relationship between the Matrix of Leadership and the Well where energon flows throughout the planet. Orion and the miners, and presumably others, were all forged while the Well was dry because the Matrix was missing. This means that no new sparks are tied to the Well. Or more aptly, energon does not have to be flowing from the Well for Newsparks to form. Now, newsparks are still tied to the planet, most definitely, because they rely on energon to survive, etc, etc.

Another clue is the archive Orion breaks into. It states the Primus forged the 13 primes and such. Its been a minute since ive seen the movie, but they are most likely stating this as a literal fact. Primus most likely did form the Primes with his own two hands.

Now from here on out is where I speculate as to what "born" may mean. That being said, it is likely that within the lore of Transformers One that a holy site, (like the Great Pyramid above), tied to Primus is where newsparks are "born." It is likely, based on context clues, that Cybertronians believe they were also forged by Primus himself, and thus "born" from the spark of Primus (aka the core of the planet we see when Optimus is revived) -> maybe pass through a (currently) unknown relic -> to a temple -> released into society

I, personally, believe newsparks spawn at a site within Iacon. Let's call them Hotspots, where they emerge from the heart of Primus, are assigned a mentor, and then free to live in society.

What Sentinel did was go into these hotspots, no doubt a sacred and holy site where sparks are first lit, and took, randomly (i hope), the transformation cogs of sparklings yet to be "onlined" (or born) from the core of the planet.

I suppose a more literal translation from Orion saying born would be him saying Onlined. The very act of their sparks being lit, how we dont know as of yet but presumably from Primus' hand like the Primes, and emerging into Iacon is the act of "birth" he is referring to.

Another sidenote-

Another thing that seems to have taken a major blow is the lack of mentors seen in the movie. The miners, mostly if not all newsparks, have no mentor to tell them right from wrong. Which makes them extremely easy to control which Sentinel took advantage of.

I'm hoping to see older bots (aside from our dearly departed Alpha Trion. RIP) come into play in the sequel. That is, if they aren't all killed by the Quintessons or Sentinel's reign in Iacon.

Also, this is barely scratching the surface. There are a lot of ways Transformers come into being throughout the franchise. (I know i missed a ton). A good bet, though, would be that Transformers One will go for a mixture from the older iterations and make something new from it. I'm kinda excited to see where it goes, honestly.

Okay, Transformers fans, I need your help with a question that has been plaguing my mind since I watched Transformers One:

How are Transformers made?

Optimus at one point claims they're "born" but what does that mean? Does it literally mean pregnancy or is it a Blue Sky's Robots situation where they're made in factories or something?

To my knowledge we don't see child transformers on Iacon so that makes the most sense but I'm still not fully sure because I've heard in other Transformers series that there are half-human-half-Transformers out there so how the hell does that work?!

[ask-theshadowcyborg]

Ah...hello...I know we didn't start of on good footing, and I'm s-sorry...but... @asktheultimatehacker

Oh hey. Don't sweat it uhhh... Akishi, was it?

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Reboot: Miraculous: Heroes of Miracles: Secret Orders (part 2)

-Masqué

- A secret society that was established after World war 2. Where the remnants of Zodiac influenced a bunch of Elites to help finance them in exchange for perks and powers. Including influence in the world. Basically think (court of owls meets Illuminati)

-Only the rich/ Elites are recruited to be higher up members, and they are exclusive. Mentioning of the club to non-potential members will be punished

-The inner circle that we know of it includes Andre and Audrey Bourgeois, Tomoe Tsurugi. Colt Fathom (formerly, died from ‘Mysterious circumstances’ before season 1) Masquerade (the mysterious leader aka Fa Li), Gabriel Agreste (forced to join), and Maya Charisma (second in command and one of the identities of Miss Hiss).

-There are members from all over the world and were based in New York. But after the reveal of the ladybug and cat miraculous. The group decided to move their HQ to Paris.

-Masqué’s logo is a small opera mask. And you will usually see the logo on a member’s person. But never blatant.

-Masqué funds a lot of projects that seem to help the world, but really it is mainly to serve their end goal. Free the leader of the zodiac and establish a new order for the world.

-It’s thanks to Masqué’s influence that André was Mayor of Paris, and starts running for President in season 3.

-Felix with the help of Alya, discovers that his father Colt, was part of Masqué. But that he was planning to reveal his findings to the world. Masqué managed to make his end look like an out of no where tragedy.

-Kagami is the original enforcer of Masqué (being the Talon to their court of owls). But after Kagami’s betrayal. Queen bee becomes the new Enforcer.

-Masqué has trained ‘Mask’ agents that are basically like Foot ninja. They are basically hypnotized minions.

-Agent Volpina is more affiliated with Zodiac, and does not work for Masqué, how ever her mentor is secretly on the board under the alias as an Italian Billionaire.

-Masqué has been around long enough to have members join for generations

-If Colt didn’t plan on spilling the beans about the corruption, Felix would have been added as a member of the group.

-The goals of Masqué were as follows:

1. Get the ladybug and Cat miraculous

2. locate and capture Fu

3. Restore Feast

4. Bring back Grand Master Zhi Chao

5. Restore Zodiac and have it become the new Order of Miracles.

-Ladybug and team realize what they are up against and end up fighting Feast along with Masqué in the finale of season 3

Fun facts

-Despite being disbanded at the end of season 3, they did technically achieve most of their goals

-Fa Li using the Peacock miraculous was known as Shadow Empress

-Fa Li is the only Living member of Zodiac that was still alive when the order was founded. Until Zhi Chao was restored.

-Fa Li had lost both miraculous she was guardian of.

-Fa Li had found the dragon Miraculous after escaping.

-Masqué’s total net worth with all its members would make it them on par with BlackRock

-Masqué is implied to have been involved with a lot of shady dealings all over the world. Including financing wars, stock market manipulation, and so much more.

-Masqué has enough influence that Fa Li claimed it could conquer France in a month.

-Masqué was still adjusting to suddenly moving to Paris and were not fully set up, so they were unable to properly investigate the heroes.

[mandoalorian]

Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 2: The Way ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 2500>

Warnings: Domestic!Din comes with his own warning.

Series Masterlist **reblogs appreciated!

Din pulled up the throttle and exited hyperspace, thankful that he was now in the perimeter of the hot and arid world of Mandalore. He'd never been to Mandalore before, only heard talks and folklore from the creed who raised him. He had thought that, since the war, Mandalore had become inhospitable. He'd thought a lot of things— but now, as it turned out, not everything was as it seemed.

When the Imperials took over Mandalore, it was said that they slaughtered the monarchy, ruthlessly, and showed no remorse. Whilst no body of yours was ever discovered, the absence in communication from you, the princess, was enough to assume that you had passed away alongside the other Mandalorians. Kriff— even a memorial had been held for you.

Din didn't know how to feel… he was being sent out to protect and marry a princess. Him, out of all people. Din sighed, leaning into the plushness of his leather pilot chair. "I don't understand kid," he hummed, shaking his head as his ship glided through the stars. He watched as he neared your planet, anxiety nesting in his tummy. "Why couldn't she assign Paz to marry her? Or one of the other Mandalorians."

Grogu, Din Djarin's little green bean of a son, garbled something incoherent, blinking his big black eyes innocently. "Hey! Speak for yourself!" Din chastised, wiggling his finger. Grogu giggled and Din rolled his eyes under his beskar helmet. He had no idea how this would possibly go, but as long as he had Grogu by his side, he knew he'd be okay.

As he approached Mandalore, he set the ship for landing. He apprehended some Imp infiltrating the comms system, requesting Din to state his business; although strangely, nothing of that nature occurred. He wasn't going to argue over it. It just meant he'd spent the last four hours making up excuses as to why he was going to Mandalore for no good reason.

"I could say we're going to Mandalore for…. a farmer's market. Do you think they have a farmer's market?" Din quizzed. Grogu spluttered in disagreement. "What about… sourberry picking?" Din shrugged helplessly and Grogu made another sound of dismay. "Well I don't see you having any bright ideas!"

The child reached over to a lever on the ship and groaned wantonly, his little claws flexing as he yearned to grab the ball his father would always let him play with. Din sighed in defeat, unable to resist his son, and unscrewed the silver ball from the lever. Grogu squealed excitedly and immediately used his special powers to lift the ball in the air. He watched it float around the cockpit with a curious glint in his eyes and Din let out another deep exhale.

"No doing the magic hand thing on Mandalore either, especially not in front of the princess. You heard what the Armorer said about you guys… the Jedi. If there was a war between the Jedi and the Mandalorians then the chances are she's not going to take a liking to you lifting up rocks at your own free will. Just please be on your best behaviour. Please?" Din asked. Grogu curled his large ears in understanding and Din smiled. "Thank you. Now, I'm going to make some bone broth before we land. Want some?"

Grogu grinned happily in affirmation, his two little teeth pointing over his lips and the corners of his round eyes crinkling with delight. Bone broth sounded yummy right now.

"Your highness, The Razor Crest has requested permission to land in docking bay 94 of the palace. Do you accept or deny?" An Imperial soldier asked you.

You blinked momentarily. Razor Crest? That ship was pre-Empire. "Yes, that's fine." you nodded casually, looking down at your hands until the guard had left your quarters.

You had to play it cool. Nobody knew that you had sent out a distress call and nobody could know— it had to remain a secret, because if an Imp found out, they'd have no choice but to tell Moff Gideon. And if Moff Gideon found out that you were communicating with surviving Mandalorians, he'd have you done for treason. You may have been the princess, but he was still technically the Manda'lor, and not only that, he was a high ranking Imperial officer. You couldn't mess this up.

You pulled yourself out of your bed and slid your feet into your fluffy slippers, grabbing a silk robe and draping it over your body. They were here already. You couldn't believe it. Your protection. You wondered many things; would they be human or another far off species? How many eyes would they have— and what colour? Blue? Green? Brown? Pink? Would they have hair, and if so, is it long or short, curly or straight? So many questions.

Din held Grogu tight in one arm as he left the ship, and let a nervous hand drop his thigh holster just in case he encountered any trouble. He was thankful to be able to dock within the palace walls because it meant he didn't have to walk for miles in order to reach you. The anxiety was beginning to settle in. Mandalore was important to all Mandalorians, and the monarchy was something they respected very much. Din couldn't even think about marrying you and what that meant, even though the beskar wedding rings that the Armorer had forged were already weighing him down... all he could fixate on was how he was even going to talk to you. You were literally royalty. You came from the Kryze bloodline who were some of the greatest Mandalorian leaders. He'd read about you and your people in storybooks. Leaving Nevarro was one thing; because Din had left his home planet many times to do bounties and Guild Work. But this time, he wasn't even sure when he'd return or if he'd return. Mandalore could be his new home. If he were to marry you, this could be his new life, and Din wasn't sure if he was ready for such a commitment.

As he approached the palace, a cold chill hung over his shoulders and Grogu scowled at the onlookers. The Imperials who guarded your home watched as Din walked through the gardens, their own fingers feeling very trigger happy. A Mandalorian on Mandalore? What were the chances? It was said that the Mandalorians had been obliterated; wiped out and scattered amongst the galaxy to fend for themselves. Of course it would be ridiculous to assume that their entire creed had become extinct, but no Imperial would have ever expected to see a Mandalorian, suited up in full beskar armour, back on Mandalore. Especially since the princess had been announced dead by Moff Gideon after the great take-over. Immediately, the Imperial guards knew that something wasn't right. A Mandalorian had no reason to be on Mandalore— not after everything that had happened to their people.

As Din approached the gates, he couldn't help but feel the glares of his enemies grow colder, and their stares burned into his sheathed body. Grogu made a questioning noise and Din shushed him.

"I don't know…" Din mumbled, not wanting to cause too much fuss or bring too much attention to him and his son.

The point was; the princess had accepted the Mandalorian's request to land in the palace docking bay. The princess was apprehending his arrival. She knew about this.

The two troopers who manned the entrance of the palace did open the doors to Din, although begrudgingly. The strange feeling that surrounded the duo was not lost on Din. He wondered if it was in fact a trap. Maybe the plea the Armorer had received was an old holo recording of your voice that the Imperials had utilized to get a Mandalorian sent out. Either the Imperials were expecting Din, or they weren't expecting him at all. But Din had just assumed the princess had at least made it safe for him to come.

The lobby of the palace was enormous. Beautiful marble floor that must have been centuries old. Ornaments and flower arrangements stood erect on every corner and tall, gold pillars held the building together. Din wondered where he'd find you, but his pondering was cut short when he heard your delicate footsteps clicking against the floor. He turned around, his grip on his son tightening in anticipation, but the moment his eyes met yours, his whole body deflated.

There you were; the Princess of Mandalore.

Din couldn't find words. His whole body involuntarily tensed up as his gaze raked your body. It was perfect; you were shaped like a goddess, or perhaps one of the angels from the moon of Iego. Your hair was the most beautiful colour and Din admired the way it shone under the amber candlelight. Your eyes were doe-like and sparkling just like the stars, and your lips were simply the perfect plumpless.

But your heart was struck with fear when you saw the Mandalorian; fully dressed in beskar armour and a helmet. Not a single inch of skin was on sight, and your vision immediately turned red. There was only one Mandalorian tribe who never took off their helmet; and it was the tribe who was responsible for the death of your mother. It couldn't be…

Grogu's sweet little voice interrupted the silence, his garbles echoing throughout the extensively sized yet empty room.

Your lips curled into a smile as you approached the child, extending your arms and taking him out of Din's grip. "Hello friend." you cooed, and the little green bean giggled under your touch.

"He likes you," Din said, his voice modulated from under the helmet. "He doesn't like many people."

You ignored Din's comment, too busy fussing over the child. Grogu laughed and squeaked as you caressed his floppy ears. "Grogu, hm? You're a cutie."

Din furrowed his eyebrows together, perplexed. He wasn't the best at understanding Grogu, but how did you know his name already? Din hadn't told you.

"Oh, you like it?" You asked curiously, taking your earring out of your ear and placing it in Grogu's claw. "It's a ruby."

Wait— you were talking to him. You could understand him. The only person who could fluently communicate with Grogu was Ahsoka Tano, and that was because she was force sensitive. Of course Din could understand menial gestures and phrases, but here you were, the princess of Mandalore, having a full conversation with the little green bean. For a brief second, Din considered if you had any force-like abilities similar to what Grogu and Ahsoka had. But the thought passed fleetingly. There was no way a Mandalorian could have force powers. Not after the war between Mandalore and the Jedi sorcerers.

"His name is Din Djarin… I see." you nodded knowingly at Grogu before glancing up at the Mandalorian.

"Uh- yeah, that's me," Din said awkwardly, taking a step closer to you. "It's an honour to meet you, your highness. I must admit, I wasn't expecting to visit Mandalore tonight. Or ever- really." Din rambled, picking at his mustard coloured gloves.

"Do they still… do they still think I'm dead?" you asked uncertainly. Din nodded and you swallowed. The Imperials had really done a good job of covering up your existence then. You glanced back down at Grogu, and back up at the Mandalorian. "You walked through the palace gardens… dressed like that?" you asked him with a frown.

Din looked down at his armour in bewilderment— your comment suggesting that there was something wrong with what he was wearing. "Uh- yes?"

Your eyes went comically wide and you thrusted the child back into Din's chest. "Are you out of your mind?" you gasped, slapping your hands over your mouth in distress.

Din placed a hand on his hip. "Excuse me?"

"Take off your helmet." you demanded, your eyes stone cold.

"What? No!" Din gasped, taken aback. "Why aren't you wearing your helmet?"

You blinked. "Why would I? I'm not in battle!" you argued, raising your voice slightly. "Take off your helmet, that is an order from your Manda'lor."

"How could you ask me to do such a thing?" Din asked defensively, his fingers curling around his blaster pistol. "Are you really the Manda'lor— or are you an imposter? A true Mandalorian wouldn't ask me to remove my helmet."

No. You weren't the Manda'lor, you didn't have the darksaber anymore. But Din didn't need to know that.

"Are you… are you a Child of the Watch?" you whispered, feeling genuine fear wash over you.

"What?"

"What is your tribe's mantra?" you beckoned further, your eyes desperately trying to search for his through the visor of his helmet.

"Our secrecy is our survival. Our survival is our strength. This is the way." Din informed you.

You gulped and looked away. He was Death Watch. His people were the ones who teamed with Darth Maul and attacked Mandalore. They were the ones who killed your mother, and now, for the very first time, a Death Watch Mandalorian stood right before you.

You had sworn that, on the occasion you met a Child of the Watch, they wouldn't live to see the dawn of a new day. But this man… this man was a father. And killing him would orphan a child, just like you were orphaned as a young girl. You could never do that. You were not a fighter.

"I think you should go." you whispered, hating the way the words left your lips. You sounded weak.

You were struggling to hold it together. You didn't realise how much it would hurt, seeing a Child of the Watch. You didn't realise how it would bring to life a million memories of your beautiful mother.

"What? I just got here."

"I am sorry for bringing you out here, and I'm even more sorry for asking you to remove your helmet. But you need to go." You said more sternly. Din didn't move. "Go!" you shouted, and Grogu flinched slightly.

"No." Din insisted.

The tears were spilling from your eyes now, and there was nothing you could do to stop them. You shuffled backwards until your ankles hit the first step of the grand staircase. You sunk down onto the steps and held your head in your hands, sobbing. You missed your mother so much; it was like every bone in your body ached for her touch. You missed the way she'd comfort you and hold you and whisper the Songs of Eon's Past to lull you to sleep. She was the greatest of leaders— a pacifist who would never hurt a single soul. She renounced all wars, even at the cost of her own life. She wouldn't want you to hurt Din. All these years you told yourself you'd kill the Children of the Watch for vengeance. But how could you now?

Hesitantly, Din placed Grogu on the ground, and padded towards you. He sat down next to you and wrapped a big arm around your body, pulling you into his beskar clad chest and hugging you. It was the first time in over a decade you'd had the pleasure of feeling human touch. You sunk into him and whimpered, letting your tears fall and dampen the black material under his chest plate. Din said nothing, only shushed you and rubbed comforting circles into your back.

He had no idea what caused the onset of your tears, but he knew better than to ask. There was no shame in crying. None at all. All Din knew was that he was not going to leave you. Not now, not ever. He was going to make you his wife.

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[teddy06writes]

Greek Myth AU: Eros and Psyche Part Two

Eret x afab!reader

trigger warnings: general death/death mentions, Aphrodite being a bit of a bitch, reader is pregnant for the sake of the original myth, but its not mentioned that much

premise: again, this explains the original myth, this part is the second half/the challenge thingys.

Part one

list of Greek Gods/characters for this work

Eros- Eret

Aphrodite- Puffy

Zephyrus- Philza

Zeus- Dream

Pan- Tubbo

Demeter- Ranboo

Hera- George

Hades- Wilbur (only mentioned)

Persephone- Niki

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"No love can exist without trust."

The words echoed through (y/n)s head as they wandered through the still dark field. It seemed no use to them to even try to go back to the villa.

Slowly, they came to a stop next to the brook, laying down amongst the bank, one hand on their stomach as they watched the water pass, wondering what they would do.

How could they go on if Eret had left?

"Are you alright?"

(y/n) jumped at the sudden noise, sitting up and turning to see a saytr- no not just any Satyr, they found themself face to face with Tubbo, god of the wild.

"Uhhh...."

He let his head half fall sideways to look at them closer, "You don't look alright. Have you been crying?"

They sniffed, nodding, "I suppose so, yes. I've just had... a rough day."

He nodded, "Does this have anything to do with what I heard Eret shouting earlier, cause that sounded pretty bad."

"It- was actually."

Tubbo winced, "Yikes. You know, though from what I heard, from what I can see now, you really do look like someone who is very much in love. Don't leave yourself to rot here, you must continue on, and win his affections back."

"But how can I? I've lost all of his trust." They sighed.

"You must try, you must." Tubbo insisted, he offered them a hand and helped them to stand, "There is a way, and you will be able to find it. That I am sure of."

So, (y/n) traveled on, through the lands until they at last reached their home nation. Soon, they sought out their sisters, telling them that their deception had caused them to be cast out, not by a beast, but by the god Eret, himself.

When their sisters claimed excuses, and hurried off (perhaps to try and be taken by the god), (y/n) could only sigh and move on.

As they continued the travel, searching for any signs of their husband, he was stuck in Puffy's castle, the splash of oil having done much more damage than she'd originally thought.

All too soon, Puffy had found out where Eret was, and what had happened. Furiously, she rushed into their chambers, utterly pissed that she had gone so far against her instructions as to fall in love with (y/n).

The goddess was in such a rage, that she hardly noticed the state he was in, instead yelling on about how 'that wretched mortal would need to be punished'.

"No!" Eret cried through gritted teeth, "They may have betrayed me, but this is not their fault!"

"She shall be punished!"

It was only the announcement that Ranboo and George had arrived that pulled Puffy out of her yelling.

"Puffy, what's happened?" George asked once she had returned to the main room.

"Do remember that mortal? The one everyone was infatuated with?" Puffy asked, annoyed.

Ranboo nodded, "I thought you had sent Eret to get rid of them."

"The foolish boy went against me, brought her to some place, kept her safe, and now he's been burned because of it." She sighed, "The mortal will have to be dealt with. No simply plots of a forced love. I shall send them straight down to Wilbur's domain."

George bit his lip, "Well, are you sure that he didn't hide them away for good reason?"

"He fell in love with them." Puffy scoffed.

"Oh come on Puffy, don't punish them just because she fell in love. Doesn't he deserve ore than that? They must have fallen in love for a reason? You are the goddess of love, surely you should understand." Ranboo attempted to defend Eret, only to be cut off.

"I do not care what I should or should not understand! I want this mortal punished, and punished they shall be!" Puffy roared.

Meanwhile, (y/n) still wandered the land, looking for their lover, even as their health seemed to decline.

It had been a rather nice day when they stumbled upon the abandoned temple, covered in debris, and tools left behind. Some how, despite everything, it only made sense to clean the temple. To restore, to the best of their ability, to its former glory, or at least till it didn't look a mess.

It was slow work, but soon they had cleared the weeds, moved the old offerings back to their place, and found a place for the abandoned tools.

"You, poor (y/n)!"

They looked up to find Ranboo, towering over them, "M'lord?"

"I have come with a warning. Since your betrayal of Eret, Puffy has been after you, and you have been in great danger. Still despite this, you've come to clear the temple that my followers have abandoned. Why is this?"

"No place should be abandoned as I have been." (y/n) answered softly.

He frowned, sighing, "Well, I value my alliances with Puffy to much to harbor you. But, I will not turn you in, nor alert her in anyway you were every here. Consider yourself blessed."

As he disappeared, (y/n) couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. They hadn't been met with Puffy's wrath yet. But that did not stop their sorrow.

Wandering farther and farther away from both the valley, and their home, (y/n) came across another temple, taking a rest from the road to step inside.

At the alter, they prayed, "George, queen of Olympus, I beg of you to help me. I am but a mortal, plagued by sorrow, driven out of every place Aphrodite seeks me. I do not wish for my child to be born to this life. Oh, dear George I beg for your help!"

George, hearing these prayers, quietly appeared to them, "Poor dear. I cannot help you, no matter how much I wish too. Puffy's anger stretches far, and even I cannot shield you from it."

When he had disappeared, (y/n) was forced back out the wandering, wondering, if maybe they revealed themself to the goddess, they might receive some mercy.

After a long pondering they set out, and after journey, the found themself at the palace of Puffy. Upon turning themself into the servants, (y/n) found themself dragged before Puffy, who demanded to know what they were doing.

"So you have finally decided to pay me a visit? Or is this just a trick to see your husband, who sufferers from a wound given by your hand!"

It had been a long afternoon for (y/n), until at last the servants, and even Puffy herself, let off, and gave time for the bruises to fully form, as Puffy taunted them, "Such a plain and boring mortal, how could he have fallen for you? And even given you a child? What a pathetic thing it will be."

It didn't take much longer after that for Puffy to decide, "A challenge then, you look to be a maid, lets see how well of one you are. Then you might gain enough favor to see your husband." She called for bags of wheat, barley, beans, lentils and chickpeas to be spread and mixed on the floor, "Have all of this sorted, before the night, and you may win some favor."

And as she disappeared, (y/n) wept, it would be impossible for them to sort the pile, let alone by the time she returned. It had seemed so hopeless, until, droves of Ants, driven by pity made there way into the room.

"Fear not, we shall help you with this task."

Soon the grain was sorted, and the ants disappeared as Puffy returned, looking around incredulously, "This work mustn't be yours! Surely it isn't! You foul thing! This work is far from over!"

The next day, a new challenge was assigned.

"There is a field, a few miles from here, where golden sheep graze all day. Travel there and bring me back a tuft of wool from one by the time the sun sets, or give up on all hope of seeing your husband again." Puffy commanded.

Obediently, (y/n) set out, and as they crossed the river, a soft nymph whispered the secrets to gathering the wool from the dangeours animals.

Carefully, (y/n) waited until noon had passed, until the sheep had settled to one ide of the field, and crept out, gathering the soft tufts from the briars of the bushes.

Yet again, Puffy was surprised by their ability to comply and finish these challenges.

"Surely your husband had some hand in helping you finish this. Quickly mortal, while there is still light, take this, and fetch me the water from the upper most point of that mountain stream."

(y/n) took the pitcher, and slowly began to hike toward the mountain, dreading the dangerous climb ahead. The mountains slowly grew nearer, until (y/n) was forced to fully climb up and over rocks, and the potential fall could prove fatal.

They had paused for a rest, breathing heavy and staring up at the setting sun, there was no way they could make the trip to the top of the mountain and back before night fell.

Yet again, it all seemed helpless, until a kind eagle, indebted to Eret, swooped down, "Give me your jug child, and allow me to help."

When they returned to Puffy's castle, again they were met with surprise. No one had expected their return.

"You have done what I asked, and that makes me suspect you to be a witch. It will take a greater test to determine if you should see your husband again."

(y/n), barley held in a sigh, bowing their head.

"You will journey to the underworld, and meet Niki. She makes a beauty cream, I need you to get some for me. I've exhausted my supply."

(Y/n) began to shake, tears beginning to spill from their eyes, surely this task was impossible. No one could journey to the Underworld and make it back alive.

"Better get going." She scoffed, "And remember, not a single drop

They had no choice but to go.

It was a slow, painful journey, and it took much help, much advice to reach the underworld.

They called upon Niki, who greeted them kindly, and listened to their plight.

"I just wish to see my husband again, so I can explain myself, so I can apologize." (y/n) finished with a sigh.

Niki frowned, "That I cannot help with. But I can supply you with the beauty cream, to bring back to Puffy."

A box was filled and closed out of their view, before Niki presented it to them, with a warning, "The contents of this box, are not meant for mere mortals. It is highly dangerous for you to even look at it. You mustn't open this box, not for anything."

"I understand." They said, taking the box.

The journey back to the overworld seemed to pass quickly, but soon (y/n)s thoughts began to betray her.

Why would they carry this beauty cream if they were not able to take a drop for themself?

How were they suppose to confront their husband if they looked as ragged and hungry as they did now?

Slowly, the temptation took over, surely they would need this beauty cream more than the goddess of beauty.

As soon as the box was opened, they fell to the ground, nearly dead.

While they slept off their injuries, a great fight took place between the gods.

When they had at last awoken, they were greeted with the sight of their lovers face.

"Eret!" They gasped, "I'm sorry! I truly am! I don't know what I was thinking! Please forgive me! I love you!"

She smiled softly, "There is much we have to talk about my sweet."

It had been decided, that (y/n) would join the gods on Olympus, and remarry the god Eret.

Puffy would hurt them no more, and Eret, having heard what lengths they had gone too to get back to them, he couldn't keep them away.

[sparrowsfall]

@mettleborn​​ confessed : 4, 14, 25.

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4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

6′4″ and what i would call athletically-muscled, since he does stay active in recreational exercise : no chiseled abs or anything of the sort, there’s a healthy amount of body fat. but that tall form isn’t a “string bean”. enough strength and weight to throw around if he really needs to use it. the dark clothes and holy garbs just hide it well.

one would think a man of his stature would be a lot more lumbering in his movements. such isn’t really the case - unless he’s walking with a whole lot of conviction, he tends be very light with his steps. doesn’t make much of a sound by moving alone beyond the regular creak of a seat or a panel floor. the clink of a glass. the muffled thud of a closing book. but that isn’t to say he keeps himself small, no. he takes up his fair share of space - he doesn’t need to be loud to command attention, you can see him coming a mile away. he’ll stand out in a crowd. and he readily takes whatever area he needs to make himself comfortable. such is evident by the way he stretches his long legs wide in a seat.

and if there’s a physical altercation, he is fully aware of his size. and he’ll use it. he makes quite the impressive self-propelled battering ram.

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

there is the obvious, of course --- his faith, his religion, his God, take precedence over all. well, that is what he will tell you, at the very least. why he initially believes that he does anything that he does. and his faith is important to him of course ; it was his rock through the more emotionally-confusing years of his youth, triggered by the traumatic death of a sister. the scar is still there, but worship helped to sew the wound shut. and now, it is his life’s work. bringing faith to others, showing them God’s light in their hours of darkness. truly he believes he can help restore others, everyone, the way God has restored him, over and over. expressed in passionate homilies yes, still he puts his money where his mouth is. puts it upon his own shoulders to help anyone who might need a hand. helping, in whatever regard, is part of his divine duty.

but the reality is that the priest is still human. still has his bias for who he’d at least like restored first. he is not a saint, he’s not even a martyr, he is not above his congregation in the eyes of the Heavenly. he is flesh and blood and bone. he is two lungs and a heart FAR larger than the brain ever was. he is a human being whose religion, deeply and truly, is LOVE above all else. love takes precedence even over God. love for family, for friends, for his partner and his children. he would bring down heaven and raise up hell for the people he loves most fiercely without little care for the casualties. there are very few lines he will not cross - lines made by nature, lines even made by his religion - if it means THEY will be safe and happy.

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

understanding and emotional intimacy with another are key above all --- things that the church will not-so-subtly encourage a priest to sever at the first sign of it. things that will make him fall head over heels because he is, at the end of the day, an incredibly emotional animal. understanding comes in many forms. communication and conversations that flow with little effort for hours. one does not need to agree, one merely needs to be willing to truly listen. or the way their company is never exhausting, the way it ENERGIZES him even after a long day. and then there is the next level, the conversations he can have even without words. a secret language of glances and gestures that is all their own, allowing full comprehension of what the other is silently thinking. 

and the cherry on top? he remembers their favorite ice cream flavor, picks up a pint to bring them. maybe they give him a plant they know he’s been wanting to add to the garden, something else small for one of his many collections he keeps. a kind of love that is equal parts ‘i get you’ and ‘i pay attention’. all in all a love that says ‘ i see you. i see you’re human too. ’

it’s hard to ‘get this’ out of someone, really. either they’re perceptive, or they’re not. either they understand him, or they don’t. but if he feels they can, that they DO, then he blooms.

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So many!! ;w; Thank you!!

1. The magical spirits of the world have always seemed to have a fondness for Draim. They are often around him, even if not visible to the normal eye. Curious of what he is doing, and why. (When he was a tiny bean, he used to split his snacks to share with them.)

2. Veekay has sharp claws that can lock in place like a bat! This means if she can fly up or climb up somewhere, she can latch on… and just stay. There were some interesting trials and errors learning how to get her back down again over the years.

3. Mini can turn off her sense of taste. She doesn't need it and can go some time before remembering to restore it. She has forgotten this once or twice when cooking for others. (I'm so sorry, Veekay ;w; )

4. Seven is very light on his feet and can easily wiggle free of most people, places, and restraints. However, for some reason, he can never fully escape the grip Bruce can achieve on the back of his shirt that keeps him (some what) out of trouble.

5. Jak can love someone with all his heart but still be completely oblivious. His late wife actually proposed dating to him after they were friends for years and she still caught him a bit by surprise. It took several minutes for him to stop blushing and hiding his face to realize she was laughing so hard she was crying. They were married a year or two later.

6. Veekay loves books, but she often can’t read them yet! Thankfully, she’s got a village to help raise her and several ghostly friends who don’t mind late night story times while Mini is away.

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Evenin’, loves!

Good to know none in our group chat are alone in our preference for chili (ideally having meat and beans) with sour cream, lol. Sour cream, some cheese, and sometimes some Fritos or tortilla chips to scoop it up with? Best way to eat it, Imo. And also some cornbread. Not always though, mostly on winter-y days.

I’m sorry about the restrictions for your asks, @💚💙! Like, I get it, but it seems very short and is kind of ridiculous- especially in the way that it doesn’t even explain the issue to you. I know you know it’s the spaces, but it’s still stupid. I promise, though, your asks are completely fine, no need to apologize! 💙

“We can’t say words but we can use spaces” 😆😅 Yeah, I have an iPhone as well. And I think all of the issues with removing the tags and such from it caused the termination of my primary blog. So yes, hi, this is 📘 from my other account. I did send a message to Tumblr Support asking either to appeal for restoration or just. To get an explanation?? So hopefully they message back soon. 🙄

Ooh, I like the idea of it being why they get along so well, and them having a deeper understanding without fully realizing why! And Blue, like you said, Eli became ride or die, but that could’ve been aided by their shared sensitivity and some larger than normal feeling that Eli could trust him. Many feelings about these manses, very glad that you two understand. 💙

How were y’all’s days? *whispers from the darkness about fic excitement*

“something chemical reaction something eye glow” 😂

-💙📘🖋

Traders Joe has these cornbread chips? And they’re so good? I’ll eat cornbread whenever I love that shit. I’ll eat a whole pan. Watch out.

Oof rip to your account. I mean that kinda happens a lot because it’s a Webbed Site so likely they’ll give you it back. It be like that.

I just love Eli and Thrawn. I love their platonic relationship. I love their romantic relationship. I love how Eli’s looking at Thrawn in almost every comic panel. They understand each other and it’s so beautiful? And besides Thrass, Eli is like the only guy who’s never ever been a dick to Thrawn. The bar was low but he jumped over it. Even when he’s grumpy with Thrawn, he doesn’t like insult him? I think we could all learn from that.

My day was good! Sealed little things of b0ne putty into packages all day. Covid is kinda uhhhh running through my workplace rn. They sent a whole department home lmao (which did mean they had to scrap two donors which. Is no good. And that’s like long bones with all the muscle and stuff still on for them, so sorta a big loss on what that continues into). But we just do our best. And a lot of people are on vacation but also a lot of people are sick.

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