#i must make my kin as cringe as me

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

> be me as a teenager > be asked by my younger sibling, “do you even know what a dab is?” > say “yeah, duh” and very confidently stand up and proceed to execute. whatever the hell this is

[dinocanid]

The voluntary/involuntary debate (-is making me lose my mind)

I don't see anyone saying this, but something being missed in the whole "therianthropy (and otherkinity) is completely involuntary!" conversation is that so much of the argument is overcorrection, and it's being treated as a binary when the lines are all grey. Which makes the constant back and forth feel very tiring.

First: context

10-ish years ago (even today in some crotchety circles), therianthropy-focused spaces were chomping at the bit to "weed out the fluff" due to the surrounding alt culture at the time (teen wolves) and the release of a few documentaries that many considered quite cringe-y and embarrassing. They went "oh god, we can't be associate with those weird people" and, while that wasn't the only contributor to the gatekeeping and grilling culture at the time, it was a significant one. So any new therians hoping to join communities were often grilled the hell out of, because people wanted to check if they were ""real"" therians and not those "fluffy teen werewolves" on TV. Therianthropy wasn't a game or a trend, it's a part of you, which is true. But "it's not a game" got bastardized into "it's involuntary" due to overcorrection and a lack of preserving nuance. Regardless if you think you were born a therian or if someone goes "I really want to be a [nonhuman animal]" and starts to embrace that identity, that's still therianthropy. "I want to be this, therefore I'm going to be this, and I am this" is still therianthropy.

This problem isn't unique to therianthropy either, "otherkinity must be involuntary" is also a result of overcorrection, more specifically due to the ableism and damage kinnie culture has done to the fictionkin community. Dragonheart Collective wrote a concise essay on this, so I will link that [right here] rather than repeat things, other than I have noticed "voluntary" be conflated with "kinnie" when it should not be. "Being kin isn't just relating to or liking something" got bastardized into "otherkinity is involuntary" by the community. Regardless if you think you were born otherkin or if someone goes "I really want to be a [character or nonhuman creature]" and starts to embrace that identity, that's still otherkinity "I want to be this, therefore I'm going to be this, and I am this" is still otherkinity.

Second: nuance.

No, involuntary doesn't inherently mean "it's a game". What counts as voluntary or involuntary is so blurry that a common conclusion can rarely even be reached on what it means. Things that have been seen considered voluntary:

Noticing the identity and choosing to embrace it versus shove it down and dismiss it

Waking up one day

Really wanting to be something and deciding to embrace it, versus dismissing it

Was born with the identity but picks and chooses which parts they prefer to focus on and explore

etc. along the above lines

And these are all perfectly fine ways of experiencing therianthropy and otherkinity, people have been having experiences like that for years. This is completely normal and nothing new and it's so tiring seeing people point fingers at places that these things didn't even come from, like TikTok.

"But what about linking then?"

This debate is much older than "-linking" terminology, which in and of itself is a product of this very debate. People made new words because so many were arguing if someone's identity is real if it originates in a particular way. This doesn't change how "-link" terminology should be used today, but it is worth noting that those are perfectly normal ways to experience otherkinity and therianthropy even if these other terms exist. It means you can use whichever personally feels best to you. It does not mean that people need to be shoved out of the non-link labels.

[yourmotherst8es]

:3

long ass intro!

it appears youve made it to the spot on the internet where i live. welcome! make yourself comfortable if you plan on staying!

'round here im known as many things. Cassie, Carson, Ezra, Toes, Evil, Slime... call me what youd like :)

im not the brightest crayon in the box, so if youre tryin to tell me somethin, make it VERY CLEAR. you may have to speak to me as if im a small child (/j however i may come off as childish sometimes)

i am a casual enjoyer of saturated colors and mainstream rap.

however, you must not be fooled, silly human.

i have only a small part of my blood pusher for such music, for i prefer many other kinds.

#1 bro hater, #1 dirk lover

as for "kinning" as you people call it, i have a small list

karkat

dirk

blitzo

every moth on earth

my hobbies include

being extremely silly

sobbing

attempting to learn keyboard

being cringe

yapping

exploring the dark corners of the internet

listening to admittedly horrible music

being evil

people i fw!

@that-was-fun-goodbye @voparwave69 @liam-from-hfjone @goodnight--socialite @m0ss-g0bl1n @carcin0-88 @gamzeeztoefungez @poutyrootveggie @rahhimamikufan @file-unkown7472

the list may grow..

i am extremely active here, so expect fast replies.

DO NOT INTERACT: stridercest, alphacest, zoophiles, racists, tr*mp/el*n supporters, nazis, and all the basic ones

please dont message me about donations!

i am a fetus in the black mold family, which consists of

gamzee - father

voparwave - mother

and my siblings;

pizza

grass

nest

SENTRY 95

hellium

loops

grandaddy purp

villian

clownkid

and slime, me

we have pets aswell

egg blood

dead fish (is dead)

gamzee turtle

zizzles

sertraline

we live in a lovely neighborhood called horny road, and have many lovely neighbors.

i may add on to this lovely little post, but for now, enjoy your time spent with me on this shitty blog!

[unhingedkinfessions]

its really sweet to look at old fictionkin blogs. it's nice to see people like me who are being genuine about it while also like. being as serious as i am? not that there isnt people like that *now* but its nice to look at the people who came before me, who share a source or we even got the same kintypes. im scared to be geniune about my fictionkin identity, even in my most private of spaces that i know are safe its hard to stay serious out of a knee jerk reaction of "i MUST make it a joke so people dont think im /that/ serious and /that/ cringe" and i hate it because like. cringe culture is dead i can do whatever and yet i can't unlearn this. ive tried but its terrifying to be vulnerable. there's something nice about seeing people who you KNOW are the same as you being as geniune as you wish you could be without being guilty.

sorry this isn't unhinged this is just honest 2 am kinthoughts 😭

no honestly...not like those spaces Don't exist now but like. i remember the older kin community was less embarassed abt being open since i guess we had less eyes on us ? it wasn't known as Something Else by people so u could just fuck around freely. and its nice just seeing that w like. no irony poisoning . 🫂 its ok tho even tho were insane i do hope the blog is kind of a space to b open abt it <3

[boonsmoon]

Hey I wanted to ask if you could write character x reader with Crimson from Ragna Crimson? I don't have any request regarding the setting or anything else in that matter. You have a free hand on that part :3 And sorry if I sound stiff but english isn't my first language

i love you /platonic Crimson is my favorite character like <3 thanking Miku that Ragna Crimson simps exist on this site LMAO spoilers/references to chapter 50+

Request Chungus ML Ragna Crimson ML Series ML Crimson x f!reader Genres: Oneshot|Fluff|Romantic

Traitors Love

You two were close. Not close as in being linked through Crimson's powers. It was more of a mutual liking you took towards each other. Of course, it's not hard when you both are considered traitors to your kin.

Despite sharing the status of traitor, you both differed in various ways. While both superior dragons, neither of you came from the same bloodline. You are one of the rare Claw Brethren. There is also the act of betrayal. You've never held a monarch role like Crimson, so you simply left your previous ways of genocide on humans.

However, you both share a common goal, to take down the Dragon God. Except you didn't foresee that after working together for years, you would start to fall for the heartless mastermind.

But he wasn't truly heartless, you know this. No one got close to Crimson like you. In fact, you are the only living dragon other than Borgius to have seen Crimson in his monarch days. And you must say, it was quite the look.

All that being said, you have finally wiped out a bloodline, the Winged one at that! And you couldn't be happier to have done that, especially with Crimson at your side. Though you suppose the human deserves some credit.

"What we'll do is stay with the Sun Cult and follow their plans. Of course, this is subject to change, as you can't blindly follow homicidal cultists," Crimson was setting up the team's new plan since y'all don't really have one beyond killing dragons.

The team, of course, listened to the brains. Plus, you can't really put your trust in an organization willing to sacrifice their own people... With the end of the talk, each member dispersed to do as they pleased with their new free time. That left you to spend your time with Crimson...

"Tell me, do you really believe that boy will follow any plans the cult gives him?" You personally thought this human would ignore the Sun Cult as a whole, which ya know, makes a lot of sense.

Crimson smirked, but you could feel a mix of disappointment and anger coming off him, "I expect him to, but of course an ignorant brat who only cares about getting rid of bloodlines as soon as possible could derail my entire plan..."

You stared off into nothing, knowing there's not much comfort you can provide. You both sat on the loveseat, planning to have some productive conversation. Or at least you thought so.

Crimson broke the silence, surprisingly getting a bit emotional. Obviously, you couldn't tell from a glance at his face though. "Why are you so stupid as to stay around and follow my plans?"

You were stunned, Crimson is always so proud of his plans, shouldn't he be glad you follow without question?

"You have the strength to destroy a superior dragon, to fight one until daylight and watch it burn. So why don't you?" Crimson is praising you; something isn't right here.

You, getting caught in your feelings after so many centuries, thought saying the first thing that came to mind was absolutely genius, "have you ever considered it's because I love you?" NO- GO BACK GO BACK GO BACK.

No, you cannot go back. Now deal with the consequences of your actions. The consequences aren't that bad actually, it's just a reply, "wow, you're dumber than I thought."

Are you dumb? Sorta. You did fall for quite possibly the biggest asshole to walk this earth.

Now it'd be smart to shut up, yes? No, you will continue, but this time make it cringe, "I'm an idiot, but I can be your idiot."

With a look of shock to a sly smirk, Crimson says, "always have been." You are hiding in your hands, you foolish fool, how did you not see it?

Crimson moves your hands and slowly kisses you. Yeah, you definitely wanna kill the entire dragon species with this person. <3

i wrote this listening to International Love 👍

kinda cringe but gotta embrace it

[acetrainertabris]

i must cope with canon by posting cringe aus on main

thinking about my inquisitor!solas and hahren!lavellan au.

what if every lie had been true. what if he really was just a fade walking apostate hobo, but also a young dreamer, “hot blooded and cocky, always ready for a fight.” what if it had been him at the wrong place and the wrong time, with the world saving mark on his hand.

what if her plan had worked, and she slipped in with the other elvhen servants attending to the powerful humans at the conclave. what if she escaped the rubble of the explosion that killed the divine and watched a prideful young elf reach up to the sky and sew a tear in the world.

what if he called her hahren, and she called him lethallin. what if he told her of everything that the dalish have forgotten, and she told him about all the elves have made and loved.

what if he was the past, and she was the future.

what if she was an unabashed flirt. what if she was warm, and gentle, and cunning. what if she deflected with flattery and batted eyes when he asked about her ring.

what if he lead them to skyhold, and found her in the gardens. what if she hated the cold of the castle and loved the grass between her toes, and the sun on her cheeks, and the colorful people to talk to. what if she said she had the brownest of thumbs but the smell of fresh herbs reminded her of her late husband, poq.

what if he was drawn to her dreams, a moth to the sun, and kissed her in the fade. what if she kissed back. what if it made her cry, just a little.

what if she needed time to think, but started calling him somni’len. little dreamer.

what if he exiled the wardens and he could taste her disapproval on the air around them.

what if she flirted with Blackwall, and swapped bawdy stories with the iron bull, and refused to stop telling sera how much she reminded her of her daughter.

what if her late husband’s brother passes, and she must go to his clan to grieve. what if she needs him, and he goes with her. what if he was surrounded by dalish elves, and their pride chafed against his. what if they said things that were untrue, what if they did not believe the things he saw in the fade. what if he watched her hold her kin and share their grief and quelled the desire to debate. what if her daughter was there, and she had her eyes and a nose he didn’t recognize.

what if he offered her his wolf jaw necklace. what if he called her vhenan. what if he wanted to spend every day in her arms and every night in her dreams.

what if she refused. what if she clutched the hand with her wedding ring to her chest. what if she knew she loved solas but still loved her late husband. what if she never wanted to stop loving him. how could she give solas her heart when part of it would always belong to poq. how could she ever have called poq the love of her life and fall in love again. could she really be that greedy, that selfish. she could not do that to solas.

what if she was love, and it terrified her how much she had to give.

and what if he could share. what if he was glad to wear the mantle of vhenan that poq had left behind. what if he was happy to make his home in her heart right along side poq and their daughter, because he knew she’d cherish it like no other could. what if he had wisdom to see her love was bountiful enough for them all.

what if he travels to emprise de lion, with the cold that she hates, and she waits for him at skyhold. what if she puts the ring away in little bag with her daughter’s letters and wraps the chain of the wolf jaw necklace around her waist.

what if, when he returns, he finds her in the little gazebo at the back of the garden. she’s chatting with mother Giselle, as per usual, and spots the dark wolf jaw resting at the soft swell of her hip. he goes to her, a moth to the sun, and she beams up at him.

what if he tried to kiss her and instead of the softness of her lips on his he feels the glide of her fingertips. not here, she said. take me upstairs, she said.

what if he could not help himself (what if he never could with her). what if he had not even stripped himself of the leathers and metals of his traveling gear and swooped down and lifted her into his arms. what if she flushed down to the tips of her toes as they passed through the great hall.

what if varric calls out as they pass the fireplace. any words inquisitor? he would say.

not for you, master tethras. solas would say.

what if when he had her in his bed, he must force the air in and out of his lungs. what if when he ran his fingers over the places where the pale lines of her valasllin and the pale lines of her stretch marks met, he trembled. what if he watched the place where they were joined and felt the heat of another’s body for the first time, he cried. just a little bit.

what if she held him.

what if they held each other. what if they kept holding each other.

what if they buried their hearts in each other and made a home together.

the end?

[psychspark]

It's just so indulgent now? 👀

okay okay okay okay so. I have a character that I'm currently doing a run of bg3 as, her name is Ashtyn. She's romancing Lae'zel. It's going great. She's an ancient historical figure in my personal dnd setting and her backstory quick style is that she was the first aasimar and Tiamat is SORT OF her mother and she introduced dragons to the material plane. her backstory is modified to fit better into bg3 but she's still like. Tiamat's daughter, basically, which to ME makes for some really juicy like. there's SPICE in certain interactions. Technically she is responsible for Wyll 1. losing an eye 2. being a warlock. Mizora shows up and is like 'hey girl hey'. Qudenos sees her in act one and is like "kin? you're kin?" Ashtyn's deal is that she just recently refused to be Tiamat's chosen anymore so it's a lot of her looking at the other companions like '?????? STOP PUTTING SO MUCH STOCK IN THE GODS THEY SUCK'. She's very awkward and cagey and lowkey evil and. I've been thinking about posting little vignettes about her and talking myself out of it because what if people think it's cringe

Anyway below the cut is an excerpt from that doc:

“Karlach. Keep an eye on him, would you? Oh – and Wyll? Don’t forget. Our pact still stands. And you,” Mizora turns to Ashtyn, eyes blazing curiously. “Your mother dearest asked me to pass on a message-” Mizora is cut off by the blood hunter’s wild lunge at her – she disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears a few feet away – Ashtyn didn’t even graze her. “Tut tut, I’d ask where you get that temper but I know already. Anyway, she wanted you to know she can help you with the tadpole if you would only ask.” Ashtyn’s chest heaves from the force of her breathing, smoke billowing uncontrolled from her nostrils. Seconds ago all eyes had been on Wyll but now she is the focus of the campsite. It takes her a second to realise that it’s not because of the smoke, but because of her wings. Her wings must have appeared when she lunged. Any sort of elemental disaster could erupt if she opens her mouth now, so Ashtyn keeps her lips sealed together and gives Mizora the most hateful look she can muster. Mizora laughs, and Ashtyn burns. “Oh pup, you’ve found the most exciting company. Ta-ta!” The devil vanishes. Wyll roars in despair, Karlach clearly yearns to hold him, and the rest stare at Ashtyn in varying states of awe and fear. Gale has already figured it out. “By the gods, you- your mother is-” “Do not speak her name.” Ashtyn snarls, lightning crackling past her lips as she does. She can’t control her body – her wings are still out. She’s been told her eyes are a wonder when she’s like this – flashing blue-green-white-red-black in an endless, random cycle. The fires of Avernus are reflected in them too, she knows. In the corner of her eye she sees Karlach looking at her – really looking, and sees fear and hate and betrayal there. Wyll, too, looks at her like she’s a monster. And Shadowheart. And Gale. All of them know what she is now. Not Lae’zel, though. Her eyes shine with unhidden respect. Perhaps that’s the worst of all – Ashtyn knows well the deal her mother made with Lae’zel’s people and Lae’zel’s own aspirations as well. Ashtyn wants her darling’s strong arms around her, whispering away Tiamat’s influence and threading a new purpose into her heart. Too overwhelmed to contemplate a sensible thing to say, Ashtyn spreads her wings and rockets into the sky, unable to endure the scrutiny she’s suddenly being held under.

[roseofithaca]

The Devil Within

Mary's pov of meeting Silver (my oc) and how her feelings for the girl changed.

Tw: trauma, intrusive thoughts, mention of child death.

"Hellooo? Wakey wakey?" Julian snapped his fingers over the sleeping girl's face as she lay on the sofa. "Oi! Come on! I heard the Fresh Prince is appearing at the local disco! Actually he's probably drifted into obscurity by now."

They all stood in the drawing room, looking down at their newest dead housemate. Her violet glossed lips were perfectly sealed, not a flicker of a muscle as they attempted to wake her up.

When she'd first passed out beside Robin as the two had sat on the roof, they'd assumed it had been from overdue exhaustion after three days straight being awake. But nearly sixteen hours had passed since, and she showed no sign of waking, not so much as a murmur or shift as she slumbered.

"I tell you, she no wake up again until next full moonah." Robin tried to tell them; "It what happen last time."

"Poppycock! People's sleeping habits are not tied to the phases of the moon." Cap dismissed, skeptical. He tried poking Silver in the shoulder with his stick; "Now that's enough lazing about, young lady! Whatever game you're playing, it must cease immediately!"

The pink haired girl didn't so much as flinch at his booming voice.

Robin slapped his stick away; "Great job, that totally work!"

"If it's true then it's certainly extraordinary." Thomas said, seemingly convinced.

"She's like our very own Snow White. Did she happen to prick her finger before she died?"

"That's Sleeping Beauty, Kitty." Pat corrected. "Bless her. To get a whole month's worth of sleep in! You not seen anything like it before, Robin?"

The caveman closest to the girl, crouching next to where her head lay on the pillow, shook his head. One of his paws drifted over her brow.

"But then me also not see screaming woman fall out of window each night. Or dead man have separate body ghost." He made a point; "Lot of different ghost types. This one just sleepy moonah girl."

That last sentence came with an air of reverence as he brushed some hair off her face with his fingers.

Mary stood in the doorway, watching them all surround the young stranger. As soon as she'd laid eyes on that forbidden symbol on the girl's neck, when Robin had introduced her to them three nights ago, she'd ensured a safe distance between herself and this one who had been marked by the devil. No, worse than that it seemed, as she'd overheard the girl regail the others with the story of her life and how she died.

A witch. She didn't even have the decency to try to hide it. With pride, the girl had admitted to trying to commune with demons beneath the full moon. In her possession had been idols of false deities. The child had admitted to having cast spells, practiced scrying and burned offerings of incense.

Even after having been smited by God Himself for such foul deeds, it had not been enough to make the girl repent. If anything, she seemed to embrace her heathen ways all the more.

"We can put her in my room." Kitty offered, cheerily, "It will be like we're having a sleepover every night and I'll be able to keep watch if she wakes. I'm sure she already thinks we're best friends!"

"Oh you shouldn't befriend the devil's mistress, darlin'. This might be some devious trap, I's bet." Mary finally spoke up, her concern for her young friend enough of a push.

"Trap for what?" Challanged Pat.

"Well...so we all let's our guard down, then put ourselves to bed, so the witch can rise ups and steal the light of our souls!....Or somethin', I dunno." She shrugged. How was she supposed to know the plans of Lucifer or his kin?

As usual, they all dismissed her worries with dubious looks.

"She don't look like she'd be capable of much harm, Mary." Said Thomas.

"Indeed. Except for assaulting my poor eyes with that stomach on the show and those ghastly piercings and tattoos." Fanny cringed.

Mary pouted to herself, hoping she'd at least have the older woman on her side.

"I still don'ts thinks she should be restin' within the walls, she wills open up the gateway to Hell, I be sure of it."

"Okay." Replied Robin.

"I...Oh. What?" She blinked.

The caveman slid his sturdy arms underneath the nineteen year old's slender frame and lifted her up with little strain.

"She not sleep in house. Me think she prefer where put her last." He explained, carrying the girl through the wall and into the evening air.

The others all followed, mostly out of curiosity as not a single one had believed the prehistoric man's claims about where she had lay for the previous month. Mary nibbled her fingernails and hung back, telling herself she didn't wish to visit the little heathen's bed, that it was enough the house was clean of her. But then she found herself trudging after the others. Better to know where the devil lay to keep her distance.

Close to the boarder of Barclay's footpath and near to a stream was a mound of blue cornflowers that grew in a particular spot bathed in sunlight from the hole in the treetops above. A pretty site that Mary had visited many times, where she and Annie used to sit and talk. And now Robin was laying the slumbering pagan down upon it.

Her gut twisted and she resisted the urge to curse him for defiling such a beautiful spot. But when she watched his face as he looked at that the girl, it silenced her. There was a gentle softness in his tired, old face that she'd not seen shine so bright in many a year, perhaps not since Kitty was a small thing.

"Now she truly is Snow White! I suppose that makes us the dwarves." Kitty was beaming; "I'm Happy! Pat is Doc, Captain is Grumpy-."

"Excuse you, Katherine, surely I'm Doc as I'm the leader and Patrick is Happy. Fanny can be Grumpy." The soldier interjected.

"How dare-."

"Shh!" Robin hushed them all before the Edwardian could escalate matters.

"I thought you said she couldn't be woken up?" Challanged Julian.

"Shh not for her, for me!" The caveman rolled his eyes; "No surprise if she heard arguing in big sleep."

"He's got a point, we don't want to risk disturbing her dreams." Pat nodded. "Come on, guys, let's head back in time for What I Could Wear Today."

"And leave her all alone? In the woods?" Kitty frowned.

As pretty as it was now, she couldn't imagine the forest being that cosy at night.

"She not alone. Moonah watch over her. Me visit often to make sure dead animals not chew on her face, but they seem to know to leave her alone." Explained Robin, looking at the concerned Georgian; "It get big boring, waiting for her to wake. Best to just carry on. But visit when want. Sure she appreciate."

Yes, of course she would, thought Mary. The devil demands his servants make their pilgrimage to praise him at their blood shrines.

Taking Kitty's arm, she lead the naive girl away, attempting to take her mind off the wench. Satan would be aware how hungry for female friendship the pampered but emotionally neglected she was. Perhaps this was why he had chosen this form. One that would also appeal to Robin's need to protect and bond with over the moon.

They all returned to the house and everything carried on as normal, their new resident partly forgotten about for the time being. But Mary couldn't fully stop thinking about her, in the corner of her mind, lying there on that bed, alone in the woods. Plotting, no doubt.

"Oh! Me almost forgot." Robin said as he entered her room later that night, "Before Moonah girl go sleepy, she ask if you want to walk with her when she wake."

Mary tensed up; "Walks?! Whys she wants that?" To tempt her to fly on a broom with her?!

The furry man shrugged; "To talk to you, maybe? You run away going AAAAH from her before and refuse to be in same room. She think you no like her."

It wasn't as if she'd been trying to hide it.

"The child doth make mockery of all that was accused of me which caused my death! I denied dancing at the devil's sacrament while she be booking tickets!"

Robin merely chuckled, angering her more; "Ey, time change, world change. If lady want to be witch and make spells and praise moonah, she can and no be burned for it. Why that not good?"

"Because..." Mary clenched her jaw, struggling to think of an answer; "It be wrongs, that because! Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

"Well, she dead. So what problem?"

It wasn't enough. Witches were executed so that their souls could be cleansed in hellfire. That's why she remained in Purgatory, surely, because the Lord knew she was falsley convicted. But the girl confessed to what she was.

"I tells you, she be bedeviled and will doom us all."

Robin snorted; "Moonah girl not evil. Give her chance."

And open the door for Lucifer? Tosh and flaps.

"She may have charmed her way into yours and Kitty's affections so you be blind to what she is, but I sees it!" She seethed, "I sees the devil in her."

Robin merely looked at her for a moment. The shadows beneath his eyes seemed to grow heavier. Mary shifted, uncomfortably.

"What?!" She asked.

"Just...you sound lot like crowd at trial."

A chill ran down her spine. He didn't need to clarify what trial he was referring to. Never in her afterlife had she been so tempted to thump the boy over his scraggly mane.

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!" She ordered through gritted teeth until the savage fled.

How dare he?! It was not the same, not the same at all.

It was two weeks into the month when Mary knew she had to do something. One night, she had laid awake, tossing and turning on her bed. Something had to be done about the witch child, a bitter voice in her head whispered. A voice that was consumed by the unfairness of this girl's existence. That herself and so many like her were tortured and executed for being falsely accused of practices that silly wenches like her revelled in.

Facing her window on the moonless night, Mary had sank to her knees and prayed for guidance from her Lord of how to deal with this pretty little beast. How to prevent her from bringing down a curse once she awoke and attempted to bring her Craft into the land of the unliving.

Smoke ebbed from her fingertips. A crackle of embers beneath her black nails. Was that it? She wondered, gasping at the revelation.

Could she do it? Could she burn the...child?

No, not a child, she reminded herself. A demon in disguise. A trick of the fae. Not human. Witch. A real Witch.

Before she knew what was happening, she had left her room and was heading across the field and into the woods.

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." She mumbled her mantra, the words coursing through her veins.

She came to the mound of cornflowers, their beauty dulled by the lack of moon and starlight this dismal night. The serene beauty of the spot had been lost for the moment, leaving a rather haunting and lonely image of a girl abandoned to sleep in the dirt.

Mary took a deep breath and stood over the girl. Closing her eyes, she channelled her anger and sense of injustice into her hands. Her nose wrinkled at the growing, noxious scent. The smell of her own charred flesh. Heat rushed to her fingers and she knew if she just concentrated hard enough, she could turn that energy to fuel and then flame.

She'd done it before, after all.

Never had she imagined she be using it for this such purpose. She opened her eyes to look at the girl's face. Pale, lips parted, eyelids and mouth painted the same shade of violet. Whore, a voice in her head echoed. Not her own but some of the gossiping women of her own village. The same ones that had laughed at her.

The same ones that had condemned her.

A slither of reluctance made her cringe. Was this right? Could she really do this? She blinked, truly looking at the body on the mound. Skinny thing. Almost to a point it raised some questions she'd yet to ask, if she was right to. Young, so young, more so than both Robin and Kitty. Still. Helpless.

Mary shook her head. No. Don't be tricked. The devil may come in the form of a helpless kitten but then reveal himself as a tiger.

Just get it over with. Scourge her from this place. To protect the others. To please the Lord. To redeem herself, maybe...

Her hands hovered above the girl, ready to come down, one on her head and another on her chest. Go for the brain and the heart. Cleanse them both with the flame.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

The girl screamed.

Mary's hands had not made contact. She recoiled back, startled, watching as the child began to convulse and cry out, as if she truly were being consumed upon the pyre.

"What? What be happening?!" Was she causing this? Was the devil trying to escape his vessel?

She stepped back, conflict aching in her chest as the girl continued to wail in distress, body juddering and arms flailing, as if fighting off some invisible assailant.

And then blood began to leak from her nose.

"What you do?"

Mary turned to see Robin behind her. She stuffed her hands beneath her apron.

"I dids not touch her, I swears!" She said, truthfully; "I dunnos what I dids but I approach and she began to scream!"

He moved past her and stood over the girl, reaching to grab her hand as it waved about wildly.

"Robin, in troth, I did not mean for this..." Yes, she had meant to do something far, far worse to the girl, but not....

The caveman raised a palm at her.

"It not you." He said, "Same thing last month. Came tonight to check if happen again."

Mary blinked. She wasn't to blame?

Robin pointed up at the navy sky; "It New Moonah tonight. Time when sky is most dark. Silver and Moonah connected, see? She give her peaceful rest most of time, but lose power when no moonah light to give."

He knelt beside the girl and stroked back her pink fringe as she wept in her sleep.

"Her nose bleed like this on night she die. It repeat, same as Fanny go jumpy out window."

But worse. Far worse, Mary could see that.

The girl's cries were near unbearable. The fear creased upon her pale face tugged at her heartstrings. This was the death that Robin had witnessed? He'd had no choice but to stand, useless, as this child's brain had burst and bled out inside her skull?

"I....I dids not know...." She hadn't even dared to think about it.

Robin shifted onto the mound and gently attempted to seize the girl's arms, allowing them to bat at him for a few slaps as he tugged her close until he was holding her against his chest. Mary watched, almost in awe, as he continued to shush her and stroke her hair. He no longer seemed to pay any mind as to why Mary had been out here or why her hands had been smouldering above her as she screamed.

His priority was the young woman. His moonah girl.

Silver continued to scream, tears and blood running down her face, but her fists no longer beat against Robin. Instead, her fingers, exposed above her velvet coverings, gripped at his furs for salvation.

"Shh, it okay, it okay. Me here, me got you." He whispered as he lay with her and held her close. His paw held her head beneath his chin.

And then he began to sing. That lullaby she always hears him croon whenever there's an eclipse.

"There be a light in the dark..."

Mary's arms then ached with the emptiness of space. The child-shaped hole. Twice, she had soothed a babe in her arms as they'd cried and wailed. First she, then he. She, taken by the angels before her second birthday. He, ripped from her arms before she was taken by the mob. When she listened to Silver's cries, she heard her own dead daughter crying from the fever that stole her away. She saw in Robin's face the desire to protect and comfort that she'd felt...

Guilt washed over her like a bucket of ice. Oh, God, oh Jesus....What had she almost done?!

There was no devil. No monster here.

No monster except her.

Robin seemed to remember her and turned his head; "You no need to stay. She be better by dawn. It not last long."

Already he seemed to have made a difference, the girl's convulsions having subsided, her screams now reduced quiet sobbing and sniffles against the wolf pelts of her companion. Her slender form looked even more diminutive next to the caveman, who was hardly tall himself. Just a kid who lost her life by an unfortunate bit of ill health.

Just a kid. A lost child alone in the woods...

"Mary? You 'kay?" Robin asked, noting her silence.

She nodded. If he knew what she had been intending, he'd never forgive her.

"Just....whats you said before. You be right. And Is will talk to the little'en myself when she doth wake." She promised.

For now, she turned away, not letting him see her tears, never letting anyone know of her shame. None save the Lord, who once she was back in her room, she would beg and plead for forgiveness, despite knowing she'd never grant it to herself.

[trenchcoatsbi]

this is 🦁🏔️ anon, answering the ask game!! hopefully it doesn't get too long

Share your memories!

Where we live now, there isn't any snow or a big temperature change during the winter, but in my source it SNOWED. SO MUCH. And I remember hitching car rides home from the station with some of my coworkers/partners and hopping in the back seat to turn on the heater... And I miss everyone from the station. No one was perfect and we all kinda got caught up in some crappy stuff but I miss the friendships I had. Also I think a lot of us miss snow in general. - raoir

Is there any foods from your source that you can't have anymore/miss? (Big Q asks for your favourite ice cream flavors)

nope! I think for most of us, everything we liked in source is here. also I LOVE chocolate peanut butter ice cream. dick likes vanilla or pecan stuff, luke likes chocolate, redd likes birthday cake, and ronan likes peanut butter (he is so dog-coded /j) - fritz

What was/is your favorite thing about Minecraft? (If youre from an MC-based source.)

none of us are sourced from minecraft stuff but i really like the farming. like i LOVE farming. start up a server with us on it and there will be a huge wheat farm in no time. i think that ties back to how in both my sources i was raised on a farm??? i'm only making that connection now lmao - macdon

Who do you miss the most?

I miss my partners. Things got really bad in source, and I lost one of them and never got to apologize to the other. I wish I could see them again and make everything right. - raoir

i miss my girlfreind,,,,, so much,,, where is she /silly - redd

i miss my kids!!! my little troublemakers !! i need someone (NOT my husband) to cringe at my dad jokes /j - ro

What’s the best thing about being kin/an alter for you?

i love that we're like a big family. granted that doesn't mean we don't get on each other's nerves a lot lmao. but it's nice to never be alone. there's almost always someone looking over your shoulder or idly chatting with you, and it's really comforting. - m

same as above. also i love buying things i know someone else will like and saving it for them. (our etsy favourite list is a mess LMAO) - ronan

If you could swap your kins/who you’re based off, would you?

uhhhh technically i would. but i would switch my source to like. the version of me that actually ended up introjecting? if that makes sense? because Canon Me is a NIGHTMARE. he's a creep. but i literally only have two things in common with the guy. i look like him and we both played baseball in college. lmao. (also i literally just realized that i was falling back on. old habits in those other asks i sent. source's name is luc. i tried changing my name to luke. aaaugh. fuk /silly) - luke

What’s your favorite music? Additionally, do any songs help you get into shift/front?

completely breezing past the first question sorry fdhgkldfj. gonna dump some of our front trigger songs here (i'm always around so this isn't applicable to me lmao). come get some free music recs /silly - m

TC: BUTCHER VANITY - pann ver. (by pann) (TW: gore/cannibalism)

Dick: Inertia (by AJR) (both the normal and acoustic versions!)

Fion: Lavender Forever (by Jake Wesley Rogers)

Redd: Transylvania Mania (from Young Frankenstein)

Fritz: HEAVEN SAYS. (by chart)

Galloway: Sleeping in the Kitchen (by Madilyn Mei & Addison Grace)

Luke: Literal Monster (from Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Macdon: Eat Your Young (by Hozier)

Raoir: 25 or 6 to 4 (by Chicago)

Ro: Shivers (by Ed Sheeran)

Ronan: it boy (by bbno$)

Tommy: The Lotto (by Ingrid Michaelson & AJR)

WOW that was a lot lmao. uhhhh (youtuber voice) if you reached the end, drink some water, stay hydrated, take a stretch break if you can (writing this from our shrimp artist position,,, oough. spine.)

also we saw people talking about pokemon and our favourite pokemon is skarmory!! it used to be another pokemon but then we did a shiny hunt for skarmory in ORAS and it took like 600+ encounters. we named it macduff after the shakespeare guy lmao.

- 🦁🏔️ [several of us lmao]

EATS UP THE MUSIC REQS

also skarmory! i dont see much skarmory love around, thats awesome! they suit you guys :3 /pos

also.... snrk..... the name dick... /T /SILLY

[kinblogging]

I've never talked to anyone whos otherkin or any kintype so sorry if my wording isn't very good or accurate or if this comes off as rude or something (that isn't my intention)

I wanted to ask what it was like before the release of the lightfury

I'm curious about how it must've felt before the hidden world and when you first saw a lightfury

Your question isn't rude at all, no worries! I've talked about this a while back but growing up I repressed basically every part of me that I deemed "cringe" including the fact that Im very much an alterhuman/kin/therian whatever word is more accurate. So it took a while for me to even click that Ah. I am this.

When I did, it was thankfully after the Light Fury had been released but beforehand, even as a wee child around the same year the first HTTYD came out (I was 8? I believe) I knew I was a Night Fury... but not quite. When playing with friends or imagining myself as a dragon I would always be a Night Fury but different. I'd be a golden Night Fury, a paler Night Fury I'd be smaller or bigger I could never agree with myself what I was supposed to look like, especially since I identified with a lot of different dragons later on (only two ever stuck, aha.)

When I first saw the Light Fury though, I was very much in the "if everyone online agrees its bad then it must be" mentality, as this was the 2019-2020 era where everything minor was cancellable and everyone was chronically online. I hated the Light Fury, genuinely. I even refused to watch the new movie.

Then I caught a clip on Youtube, I think it might have been the scene where Toothless finds her for the first time. Something just kind of clicked in my brain at that moment, and I was like, this is it!!! Her movements, her vocalization, everything about this creature was just right. Something with a Night Fury shape but not quite! It felt a little bit like oh! Of course. Especially after I watched the movie entirely (well, lets be honest, mostly the Light Fury scenes) it felt. Idk how to explain it exactly! Like smth was just unlocked to me.

Now, I really do not think this would have happened if the Light Fury had never been made public or if we had gotten some of the other... designs. But I also don't believe things like that just happen for no reason, so I guess maybe the stars aligned on this one... now if only they could align to make me a dragon instead of a human :/

[fictionkinfessions]

It kind of fucking sucks being a minor character who's mostly used for jokes, with your love interest and you being a "crackship" considered a meme.

(I think that we got together in my canon, but I'm not 100% sure, so I'm just going to call him my love interest in this post.)

It's so bad that I'm not even going to say who I am or he is. I'm ashamed. It's so embarrassing. Even the most understanding fellow 'kin would find it amusing, I'm sure of it.

It wasn't a joke, not to me. I wonder if, even back then, the people in our town would've thought of it as one if they knew. We weren't the kind of men you'd expect to be bisexual. We weren't young, and I wasn't attractive. So, for someone like me to express those feelings is "funny" to a lot of people. I don't know, I don't think it's fair to expect me to stop looking for love once I hit a certain age. A bit lonely, isn't that? I'm "sorry" if seeing people older than 30 flirting makes you cringe, but I also wish I didn't care about what you thought, and I wish you'd just mind your business.

I did really like him a lot. I really liked being around him. Though it took a while for him to like being around me, and though I was a huge kissass at first, he liked me eventually. We could both be assholes to each other, sure, but we were high-strung people, and we apologized. I like how his hands felt when he held mine, I like that one cologne he wore that made me feel weak in the knees, I like his voice, his conviction, his passion for his work, his responsibility, and his smile, as rare as it could be. It didn't matter to me that I was past 40 when we met, and even older than that when he actually started liking me back. I was happy we got to meet at all.

Had I put our names anywhere in this kinfession, though, they would've been dragged to hell and back. The antikin would have a fucking field day. Fellow kin would laugh hypocritically at all its absurdity. I'm sure plenty of you would assume that I must be a troll, that there's no way I'm serious.

So, I'll never talk about him publicly. Maybe, just maybe, I can get away with this unusual kintype if I never bring up my love life. Maybe, if I'm self deprecating enough about it, people will still like me. If I lie and say "I know it's stupid, isn't this a hilarious kintype?" maybe they'll accept me. Funny, that's kind of how I had to act back then, too.

I guess I'll never talk about him by name. But, to be completely honest with all of you, it kind of hurts, and it really fucking sucks.

x

[josephsaturn]

Just finished Attack of the Clones!

can’t skip the text crawl!

Wow they really did upgrade the CGI

what’s with all the fog tho

WHOA SHIT

wait Padme’s still got her Girlies(TM)? And they’ve all got a name that ends with é?

Was that Jango w the eyepatch???

Padme once again being the baddest bitch in the room

God Palpatine really does act slimy

WOOO HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND EWAN MACGREGOR WOOO

I’m gonna kill whoever thought that anakin’s haircut was acceptable

UUUUUUHUHHHHGGGGHHHH cringe

Captain typho huh?

Man obi wan looks great honestly

Jar jar doesn’t make me want to destroy my eyes

Oh she DEFINITELY recognizes you anakin

Zam?? Whomst???

Ope there’s Jango

More under the cut:

Dreamin bout ya mom???

Oh god centipedes???

OBI WAN??????? HELLO????

I see now why greater fandom always portrays him as insane cuz THAT is insane

Terrifying!

Yea production value deffo went up

A N A K I N

OH SHIT

“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?” Huh.

Obi wan gonna get HAMMERED

DAMN. DAMN.

Honestly I wasn’t expecting the temple to look like that

Oh noooooo

Yoda my man my guy then why don’t you FCKUING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT

Why does Padme sound younger here than when she was literally like 14

Come to think of it how was she in GOVERNMENT OFFICE at 14

Ohh boyyy we gettin’ prideful Anakin now

Padme looks like a girl I knew in middle school

Jeez he’s down BAD bad

Dormé. Just..Dormé. Padmé. This MUST be an inside joke.

Kenobi: anakin’s crazy

Typho: yea nah padme’s crazier

Oooh dex?

Ok I’m starting to get it now

Damn mean old lady

A N A KIN

I’M dYINGGGGG

aw cute kids

Dang that’s one smart kid

Also, this is like a day after?? Bruv u better FIND that man

Yea girl u were like 14

Every fucking line of dialogue out of anakin’s mouth is either bad flirting or just bad in general like DUDE HOW

new Queen is slaying as well

MILADY

yea get his ass girl

Ok so how far is Kamino exactly??? Cuz 12 parsecs is a lot (at least I think it is, from how they explained it) yet the cut makes it look like obi wan only spent like an hour to get there

Kaminoans got nice voices

The Kaminoans: talking about the army n shit

Kenobi: ???!!!????!?!?!

S-eye-fo dee-as? I thought it’d be see-foe die-as

Kenobi’s like 3 seconds away from freaking out lmao

Man Naboo looks so aesthetically pleasing; I’d love to live there

Oh god. SAND.

Anakin pls mans just quit while you’re ahead

THAT WAS WHAT GOT HER???? A FUCKING LINE ABOUT S A N D ????

Yea that’s not fUCKING scary

Naughty children get put in the tube merry-go-round

Man.

man it’s so interesting how none of the clones are talking in these scenes

They’re just silently going along

“We keep him here.” Huh???

Obi wan: What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Man boba’s got that resting bitch face

Why does he look like he wants to kill Obi wan in every frame he’s visible

Oh shit Jango doesn’t know sifo dyas?

Hmmm

Damn that was charged

Ok Anakin is talking like a human being now. Great

Man they wanna fuck so bad

ABAKIN YOU WERE DOING SO WELL NOOOO

Agony?

Padme just fucking leave Like girl it isn’t worth it please just get out of there girl BLEASE

she’s like “damn he wants me that bad 👅👅💦💦”

I’m gonna kill Anakin

Yea girl woooo set those boundaries

God she really is always slaying

Ok back to Kamino cool

“Oh-bee wahn”

If Kamino is known as the cloner planet, who else did they clone??

Yeah y’all really are blind

Oh nooo shmiii

Stanced up

Wait did they sleep in the same room??

Were they fucking?

ANAKIN DONT FCKUING MAKE THIS WEIRD

Well at least padme’s supportive??

Damn Jango taught boba well

Ok I can’t take this seriously cuz of the lightsaber

Damn some Kaminoans are prob watching this fight from the windows like 👁️👄👁️

Tatooine!

[speaking huttese]?

So Shmi went to the Lars family huh. That’s one way to do it

Ok the time lag makes sense

Oh no not the bass boost grenades

Oh joy

Ok back to tatooine we go

Hey! An obviously cgi generated house in the desert!

Damn cliegg looks like shit

Oh god she was kidnapped?!

Oh so he lost his leg that’s why

A MONTH?!

Oh ok so it’s not generated

Hey playing with shadows!

And a callback to ep 4!

Duel of the fates again?

Oooh pretty place!

Wuh-oh

CHRISTOPHER LEE!!!

Why DID Jango go to geonosis?

Oh god I’m getting Spy Kids vibes again…

Obi wan looking back at the camera like “y’all seein this shit?”

OH GOD

I’m actually starting to cry rn

So terrible even the Jedi on coruscant can feel it?

But something HAS happened to him

I wonder what would’ve happened if Anakin went back to save Shmi at the beginning?

Uh oh.

“tHe ChOsEn oNe.”

Ok props to Christensen for this scene. Genuinely.

Damn Padme THIS is when you start to think about it?

But I get it, he’s obviously in distress so she’s comforting him like a normal person

Ok THIS is the start to his fall. He’s so attatched that he doesn’t know when to let go

AW SHIT ANAKIN’S WEARING BLACK NOW SHIT SHIT SHIT

but he won’t

Padme girl you are NOT helping

Girl Mace LITERALLY said to stay there what are you on

Wait it’s JARJAR that gets the army???

Captured in stasis

Is dooku just humoring kenobi?

Ok but would Qui gon have become a sepratist?

I mean it’s kinda obvious who sidious is

Dooku’s in cahoots with sidious right

Oh shit Jarjar IS the guy

IT WORKED??????HUH????????????????????????????????????

Grand army of the republic? More like (G)ekid(A)n inu cu(R)ry

(I’ve been rewatching Madoka again too)

How come no one’s made a fic of Yoda going to Kamino?

Damn r2’s got no chill

He’s destroyed his lightsaber before?

Girl.

She’s been enduring his horrible lines and pushiness for the entire movie

GIRL HE’S NOT IN THE RIGHT MENTAL STATE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP

WOOO PUBLIC EXECUTIONS WOOO

and here’s approximately 70% of the budget!!

Oh shit it’s mace!

Damn Jango had no reason for that twirl tho

WHOA SHIT

That shadow of the heaaad

And boba NOOO

that stare between dooku & windu…is that like a “aw fuck” stare or a “watch ur back” stare

Ok I gotta ask: what’s the point of killing Jango? I get that it gets him outta the picture and gives boba a reason to be the hardass he is in OT, but like putting all that aside, what’s the point IN PREQUELS? Mace coulda just captured him

Are the guild guys gonna die

HEYO!

Ultimate weapon?

Oh shit

Hey an episode 1 callback!

THE ARM

shit is that dathomir?

M’wow

Pffft not Vader’s theme

marriage huh

And that’s it for now! I’ll be back after I’m done with clone wars season 1!

[kprciffdw]

Ratchet and Kim Possible Chronicles: Another Sitch in Time-Part 35

He went on to give chase. As he did, Azimuth made every attempt he could to stop him. They also conversed with each other along the way. Azimuth: “I’m sorry, Ratchet! I’ve come too far to fail now!" Ratchet: “General! What are you doing?” Azimuth: “Correcting a mistake! The Lombaxes are coming home, with or without your help!”

He bombed rails and ramps, making every stride to derail Ratchet’s advances but the young Lombax was always quick on his feet. It would have taken a lot more than just a few bombs to stop him. Ratchet: “General! You have to stop this! You can’t change the past!” Azimuth: “Can’t? Ha! Never could let go of consequence, can you?” Ratchet: “General, please!” Azimuth: “I can’t let you get in the way!” Clank: “Ratchet, we can not let him touch that lever.”

Ratchet chased after Azimuth all the way into the chamber.

At that time, Kim regained consciousness. She sat up as she held her head, cringing. She then looked up and noticed Azimuth entering the chamber. An extremely tense look appeared on her face. Kim: “Azimuth…!”

As Azimuth entered the chamber, he made his way towards the lever, Sigmund attempted to stop him. He put up a good fight but was knocked out of the way. Azimuth then went back for the lever and pulled it all the way to the left. Computer voice: “Time shift initiated.”

Ratchet arrived within the chamber but it was already too late. The lever was encased in its shell and descended. Azimuth stood before him, still greatly furious. From there, they fought each other.

It was arguably the most difficult fight that Ratchet has ever had to undertake as it was very disheartening for him. Azimuth shouted at him, angered by his supposed change of heart and not agreeing to help him change the past. He was saying all sorts of horrible things to Ratchet. His words were perhaps more devastating to the young Lombax than his attacks. As they fought, the entire place was falling into disarray from their fight; that as well as the incredibly unstable practicality of the chamber’s main controls. Everything around them was being affected and gradually, the visual affects began to suffice.

A little afterwards, they stopped for a bit to catch their breaths. Ratchet: “General, please, you have to stop this! You don’t know what you’re doing!” Azimuth: “Too late, Ratchet! I’ve made up my mind! This needs to be done and if you’re not with me, then I must end you.”

He was about to strike again, but then Kim arrived and slammed him down, she was indeed furious. Ratchet was elated to see her again. Ratchet: “Kim!”

She looked at Ratchet and smiled. Just then, Azimuth knocked her back. She fell to the ground. Ratchet: “No!” Azimuth: “I never liked you, girl! Ever since we started this, you have been nothing but a hindrance and an annoyance! You’ve held us back far too many times!” Ratchet: “Don’t say that about her! None of that is true! She’s always been helpful! She’s been more than capable of aiding us, always has! She’s the most amazing girl I have ever known! She’s strong, she can handle any impossible situation! She’s very brave and wonderful and I…I…” Azimuth: “Don't…say it!”

He hesitated for a bit. Ratchet: “I love her…” Azimuth: “I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY IT!” Ratchet: “No! I do! I…”

He then looked towards Kim; she looked back towards him as well. They both had the same sad look in their eyes. Ratchet: “Kimberly…”

There was a slight change in her face, she was indeed emotional as well. Kim: “I love you, too, Ratchet.”

Soon enough, he ran towards her. As he approached her, they grabbed on to each other and they kissed. It was truly a wonderful moment. Clank and Rufus smiled as they observed this, but Azimuth was deeply enraged. As they pulled back, they looked into each other’s eyes. Kim: “Took you long enough.” Ratchet: “Same to you.”

Azimuth’s rage intensified. He was pushed beyond his breaking point. Azimuth: “Disgusting!!! You are a disgrace to our kind for becoming infatuated with that…that human! It is apparent that you are beyond saving if things continue this way! Once I change the past, I’ll make certain that you and that girl never meet!” Kim: “I won’t let that happen, Azimuth!” Ratchet: “Me neither.”

And so the battle continued on, this time, Kim was helping with the fight. She fought really hard against Azimuth, striking harder blows than Ratchet. She seemed to have a personal vendetta against him. Given that he had belittled her time and again, it really was no surprise. The battle continued on, as it did, the condition of the place grew worse but they did not stop. Throughout the fight, Azimuth has shown to be a very strong and capable fighter as he had many years of experience under his belt, but he was able to endure for so long against the combined efforts and strengths of Kim and Ratchet.

They were eventually able to subdue him. The lever ascended, Kim and Ratchet ran towards it and attempted to pull it back up. But it broke off and there was no way to stop the time shift. Kim: “Uh, that’s not good…”

The machine continued to malfunction as a beam of energy shot out from the lever directly above it. The condition of the place continued to worsen. Azimuth: “What’s going on!? Why isn’t it working!?" Ratchet: “It’s what we’ve been trying to tell you, Azimuth! The clock is NOT a time machine! It was not made to alter time, only keep it!”

Azimuth was devastated. Azimuth: “No…you mean…there really isn’t a way to fix the past? Or bring back your parents?” Kim: “No! There isn’t! And now look what you’ve done! You’ve been consumed by your obsession with fixing your mistake and bringing back the Lombaxes so much that you’ve tossed aside reason and logic! You’ve been blind to what you have become! You’ve disregarded all those around you and the consequences to your impulsive actions. You attempted to make another mistake for the same reason that you made the last one: because you thought that it was the right thing to do! You haven’t changed at all!” Azimuth: “You’re right…about everything…about me…I was blind…I failed to see everything in front of me for what it really is…including you, young lady. But not anymore.”

He made his way towards the master control. Ratchet: “Alister! What are you doing?” Azimuth: “Something that needs to be done!”

He got up to the control switch, he then took one more look towards Kim as she stood near Ratchet. Azimuth: “Kimberly Possible! Take good care of Ratchet! Always look after him!”

Kim glanced back towards him with a sad look in her eyes. Kim: “You know I will.”

He smiled at her and then shoved his Omniwrench into the lever slot, he pushed on to it. Ratchet: “Alister! NO!”

Before Ratchet could do anything, Kim grabbed on to him and held him close. Kim: “Ratchet! There’s nothing you can do.”

Azimuth continued to push on his Omniwrench. Azimuth: “You were right all along, Kaden. The boy needed to make his own choices, outside the influence of our people. That girl has made him the happiest he’s ever been. I know you would have been proud of him, as am I.”

Azimuth managed to switch off the machine. From there, a massive surge of energy flowed intensely from the switch as Ratchet, Kim and Clank leapt away from it.

All was calm, the pandemonium subsided. Kim and Ratchet held on to each other as they lied on the floor. They looked up and were both shocked by what they saw. Azimuth was lying on the floor near the master switch, lifeless. Kim: “Oh, no…”

They walked up to him. Kim: “Azimuth…”

Clank went to check on him. He shook his head, saddened. Ratchet looked over towards Azimuth’s pocket watch near his body and picked it up. He looked into it and saw the picture of his father and Azimuth. Clank: “He did a brave thing. You should be proud of him.”

They stood by for a bit. Ratchet sulked. Clank: “I will…give you both some space…”

Clank walked off. Kim: “Yeah, perhaps I should also…”

She was about to walk away, but then, He very quickly grabbed on to her wrist. Ratchet: “K-Kimberly, wait!”

She looked back toward him as he looked at her. Ratchet: “Stay with me…please…”

She continued looking towards him, she bent down and they both embraced.

[embearsilly]

Hello! Call me Anarchy Anon! Take your time with this please. Can you maybe do a c! SBI + platonic husbands that are all exploring the nether and they find "The NetherVoid" Also find the "Quartress" Then Tommy drags Tubbo and Ranboo to the "Quartress" to steal stuff, but Blaze Empress reader caches them and about to send blaze guards, but Philza (first one to realize the trio was gone) stopped reader and reader recognized Phil [because he is a old and good friend of hers] {Season 4 Lore}

Don’t Steal From The Empress

Ooooooooh, this is such a cool idea! Also, hello new anon, could I have your pronouns please! I changed it up a bit. Hope its to your liking.

Pronouns - She/her

Warnings - slight explicit language, small mention of nsfw (just saying that someone got busy and nothing else)

The sickening humid air flowed around the crimson dimension. The heat is almost unbearable unless you are used to it.

Loud footsteps rang out around the blonde as he ran through the large nether fortress, two pairs following close behind.

“Tommy! Wait up!” The ram hybrid called after the blonde haired boy. Ranboo followed after the two, close behind his husband, Tubbo.

The blonde skillfully weaved around the monsters which roamed the hall of the fortress, the other two struggling to keep up.

After around a few minutes of non-stop running the blonde boy finally came to a halt. Tubbo was the first to reach Tommy while Ranboo was huffing and puffing behind them, trying to catch his breath.

“Tommy,” Tubbo paused, letting out a huge breath of air before he continued, “where are we going.”

The blonde gave the hybrid his signature innit grin before he began to speak, “Well yesterday I was exploring the nether void and was messing around when I found something that was almost as cool as a big man here.”

Tommy began to mine away at the ground when all of a sudden he dropped down into the abyss. Ranboo let out a gasp while Tubbo looked down the hole noticing the boy falling onto a white thing down below. Tubbo glanced at Ranboo before jumping in, Ranboo following after.

When they soon were greeted with a large white fortress which they fell on top of, no it was more castle than a fortress. It’s quartz walls stood around thirty blocks tall, a tower on each corner. In the center of it stood a large castle with towers on all corners of that as well. In front of them was a beautifully crafted bridge that hung over the lava.

The two husbands looked on in awe at the castle, I mean they had seen amazing builds before but nothing like this, it was marvelous.

“What, who's is it?” Questioned the enderman. Tommy shrugged his shoulders and continued down the path leading towards the kingdom.

Tubbo noted the two guards standing at the entrance of the large doors, they were tall and looked buff.

“Tommy don’t you think this might be a tad bit dangerous,” Ranboo’s  tail flicked from side to side as he continued, “I mean what if these people aren’t friendly, we might be killed.”

Tommy let out an annoyed huff, “Has that ever stopped me before?” he questioned.

“Look, I have a plan! We sneak in there, find some shiny things, borrow them and get out of there.” Tubbo raised a brow at the ‘borrow’ part.

“Are you going to be returning what you ‘borrowed’.” Tubbo air quoted when he spoke.

“No."

“Then that’s not borrowing. It’s stealing Tommy.” Tommy rolled his eyes and glanced at the guards.

“Look, I promise nothing bad is going to happen, okay? We get I and then we get out! kapeesh?”

Ranboo and Tubbo glanced at each other, going with what the other would say.

“Okay, we're in.” Tommy pumped his fist in the air. “Let’s goooooo.”

Tommy struggled against the grip of the guard, he was much shorter than them.

“Let go of us, and we won’t tell the great Technoblade about this!” The guard only let out a small chuckle as he led Tommy to a larger room.

Behind Tommy was Ranboo and Tubbo who were being forced to go the same way as he was going.

Ranboo was panicking, his heart beat picking up to high speeds. Tubbo placed his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder, “Everything is going to be okay."

They were led into a large room, which Ranboo believed to be the throne room possibly due to the large throne which stood at the end of the room.

As they made it down the hall Ranboo began to make out the person sitting on the throne.

She stood around nine feet tall, maybe taller than that. Around her were 3 pairs of arms on either side of her, they weren’t attached to her body which made Ranboo wonder how she could move them. Around her arms were the regular blaze rods which circled around her.

Her crown looked like antlers; it was a crimson red. She was a sight to behold. Her dress.

Standing beside her throne were two guards, the one on her right had their mouth gaped open and the one on her left had a smile on their face, they stood around 9 feet.

The woman narrowed her eyes when she spotted the boys coming down the hall, standing up to her full height. She was actually thirteen feet tall, making her tower over the enderman and the others.

When they finally came to a stop the four guards kneeled in front of the empress. She glared at the three boys before drifting over to them.

Ranboo stared in awe when he made eye contact with her, she snarled, "I didn’t think that the Ender King would send one of his own kin to die, oh wait I forgot he already did that to every single one of his subjects, now the only ones left live in the overworld and here in the nether. He was too greedy, he wanted every biome and dimension in his world, he instead fucked it all up and caused a mass extinction.” her voice echoed around them.

“You talk too much, woman.” She narrowed her eyes at the blonde and growled, “You were caught stealing, and I do not-"

“We weren’t stealing, we were just borrowing.” The Empress let out a thunderous laugh.

“A thief and a liar, now what I was about to say, thieves in my kingdom are given the penalty of death.” Ranboo’s heart stopped.

“Now how would-“ she was interrupted by a loud voice, “Y/n! Stop!” The empress lifted her head trying to locate the source of the voice, when she saw it.

“Philza Minecraft,” she called out, he flew down the hall and landed in front of her, bowing his head in respect.

Phil had been brewing some potions with Techno when he noticed something was off.

“Techno. Does something seem a tad bit off to you mate?” Techno paused for a moment before shaking his head no.

“I think today has turned out to be a good day though, its been a while since we’ve had one of those.” Phil nodded before returning to brewing.

All of a sudden he let out a loud gasp making the pigeon hybrid jump slightly.

“The boys!”

“Y/n L/n, s’been a while.” he let out a small chuckle. He glanced at the boys shooting them a ‘we’ll talk when we get home’ look.

“We can talk in a few moments. I'm in the middle of something if you can’t see.” she glanced back at the boys.

Phil put his hands up in front of him, “Yeah, I noticed, but I have to interrupt you with this. I can’t let you execute them,” he let out a loud huff, “they’re mine."

The empress raised a brow, “They are your kids, I would have never known, I mean the blonde here shows no manners, and is a liar. The next one here is a ram hybrid and the other an enderman hybrid.”

“Yes, yes I know. The blonde is my son, the other two are his friends.” She let out a small chuckle, “For a moment I thought you had a way with the ladies."

“I must apologize for the three of them, if you may spare them and punish them some other way.” She raised a brow and let out a sigh.

“As long as they return what they have stolen and apologize, I will give them no punishment.” The blonde cringed slightly at the thought of apologizing to her.

The other two apologized right away while it took Tommy a bit more to get himself to apologize.

“Thank you Y/n,” Phil dipped his head for her. “We will meet again soon.” she nods a goodbye before taking her place on her throne once more.

Once they had been escorted out of the kingdom Phil had smacked all three of them on the back of the head. “What were you idiots thinking.” he placed his hand on his head, “My god you three could’ve died if I didn’t show up.”

“We had it under control.” The blonde whined, “No we didn’t.” the other two said in unison."

“You guys are supposed to have my back on these kinds of things.” Tommy let out an annoyed huff.

Let's just say that they were all grounded.

[anon-e-miss]

Broken Vows, 7 - Part 1

Optimus Prime was a singularly imposing mech. Already feeling small and insignificant swallowed up by so large a medberth, Prowl found the sight of this mech particularly unnerving. He smiled and Prowl tried to remember if Sentinel or Zeta had ever smiled. Zeta most certainly had not; no he had only levelled Prowl with the most disdainful grimaces. Prowl’s existence on its own had irritated Zeta, the fact that Prowl was glitched had irritated him that much more. For all the risk Zeta had taken in continuing his carrying rather than terminating, his reward had been a little glitch and he had never forgiven Prowl for it.

“Hey, Big Boss,” Jazz greeted the Prime with a processor shorting irreverence. “Hope ya don’t mind me stickin’ ‘round, ‘cause I am.”

“You’re where you’re meant to be,” Optimus Prime replied. “Autobot Prowl. I’m glad to see you and your creations are on the mend at last.”

“Thank you for approving the search party,” Prowl said, keeping his voice level though his spark raced. Smokescreen wedged himself tight against his side. Xeon would have scowled at the indecency of Prowl speaking to such a mech with his fuel line hanging out but Bluestreak had not released it and Prowl was not about to force the point. “We would have been lost down there forever otherwise.”

“Once Jazz learned about the core, there would have been no stopping him,” Prime declared. “He would have dug you out by servo. In any case, no Bot is ever left behind on my watch.”

“Smokescreen,” Prowl said. “This is Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots.”

“‘Genitor calls you Big Boss?” Smokescreen asked.

“Jazz calls me a great many things,” Optimus replied, there was a smile in his optics. A mask obscured the lower half of his face. “Occasionally even my actually designation.”

“I think that means he likes you,” Smokescreen said.

“I like to think so,” Optimus said. “You’re progenitor is a good mech, one of my most trusted Autobots.”

“Must be slim pickings,” Jazz joked and Smokescreen snickered.

“Your originator is one of the most brilliant mechanisms to ever enlist with the Autobots,” Optimus said. “From all that I’ve read, I believe he is also one of the bravest. I’m sorry my predecessors callously dismissed and abused you, Prowl. The loss of Praxus is on the shoulders of every Autobot Cybertron wide.”

“The loss of Praxus may have been inevitable,” Prowl said. “It was the berth Xeon bought for us.”

“If your warnings had been taken at all seriously, there would have been a chance,” Prime declared. “I’m sorry, Prowl. For all you and your creation and your kin endured. I believe you didn’t have much of a welcome before but I promise you, you are among friends now and whatever you or your creations need, you’ll have.”

“Thank you,” Prowl said. “I do not know what that will be at this point.”

“I’m sure Jazz will be happy to update me,” Optimus said. “I’ll leave you and your little ones to rest for now. But I’ll see you again if I’m welcome.”

“You are the Prime,” Prowl replied. “This is your base. Your city. You do not need my welcome.”

“I do,” Prime said. “I don’t know who I least what to answer to if I disturb your recovery, Ratchet or Jazz.”

“Me,” Jazz declared and Prowl was sure he meant it.

“Ratchet would probably agree,” Optimus replied. “Be patient with yourself, Prowl. You’ve been through an ordeal and it hasn’t ended yet.”

“Like dark-cycle ‘n light-cycle,” Jazz said again as Optimus left them. Sentinel had possessed an EM field that could make a mechanism bow or cringe. Optimus’ EM field felt like a kind servo.

“He means what he says,” Smokescreen sighed with what could only be relief. Prowl cocked his helm at his elder creation. Jazz reached and stroked Smokescreen’s helm.

“He do,” Jazz agreed.

[stolen-pen-name23]

“it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.” with Obi-wan?

Hello again, my friend!! Thanks you for the prompt!! This onee kinda got away from me so I posted it on Ao3, but you can read the whole thing under the cut too!

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Anakin didn’t really know this Obi-Wan person all that well yet, but he could tell there was something wrong with him. Well, something wrong besides the quiet mourning he was clearly trying to keep hidden. He wasn’t all that successful, but Anakin wasn’t going to call him out on it.

Of course, Anakin was sad too. As if it wasn’t enough that his mother could not come with him, the man who had finally managed to free him was dead.

But Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was feeling the loss more acutely. Anakin could sense that Obi-Wan had held great respect, admiration and love for his late Master. He could also sense his grief, even if he was skilled at hiding it behind walls.

That didn’t matter right now. What mattered was the way Obi-Wan was pale and shaking slightly underneath all of his robes. He was sitting hunched forward on the little couch in their quarters, his elbows on his knees. His gaze was unfocused, and as far as Anakin could tell, he hadn’t eaten anything recently either.

“Mr. Kenobi sir?” Anakin said shyly.

Slowly, Obi-Wan’s gaze turned to Anakin. He looked like he was trying to focus his eyes. “I told you that you can just call me Master or Obi-Wan if you prefer,” he said softly.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin corrected. “Are you alright?”

Obi-Wan nodded the affirmative, but Anakin wasn’t convinced.

“You’re not looking so good.”

“I’m fine, Anakin.”

“Do you want me to get you something to eat?” Anakin actually had no idea how he would acquire food for Obi-Wan. He didn’t know where anything was, and even if he did, he didn’t know how to cook anything. But if Obi-Wan wanted something, Anakin would do his best to get it for him.

“No, I’m fine. Not really hungry.”

Anakin frowned. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Obi-Wan nodded sullenly. “I’m sure. I’m going to go to bed though. I know it’s early for you. You can stay out here and watch the holo if you want, I guess. Just… Don’t wander alone in the halls yet. I don’t want you to get lost.”

Anakin didn’t want to get lost either. The temple was huge and this morning when Obi-Wan had given him the tour, the other padawans stared at him. Even some of the knights and masters stared at him. No, he had no desire to leave the safety of their quarters just yet.

Anakin couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. This was officially his first night in the temple. They had arrived from Naboo this morning and they had gotten situated in the small apartment. He’d hoped Obi-Wan would have wanted to spend a little more time with him, getting to know him and all that.

“Okay, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said quietly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said, but the look on his face indicated the word felt weird on his lips. He shook his head. “Good night, Anakin.”

Anakin nodded at him as he took his leave.

Anakin sighed and flipped on the holo. He’d never had a holo before, but he quickly figured out how to work it. He stared at the moving images in wonderment, flipping through channel after channel, never settling on one thing – just content to watch the moving images.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard shuffling from the hallway behind him. He turned around and saw Obi-Wan stumbling towards the fresher. Anakin flicked off the holo and raced after Obi-Wan.

When he got to the fresher, Obi-Wan was already there, leaning heavily over the toilet and heaving into it.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked nervously. “Are you okay?”

Anakin cringed. Of course he wasn’t okay. It was a dumb question, though it didn’t seem to matter. Obi-Wan couldn’t answer him at the moment anyway.

Anakin tried to remember everything that his mother had ever done for him when he was sick. He remembered his mom rubbing his back. Slowly, Anakin approached Obi-Wan and laid a gentle hand on his back.

Obi-Wan yelped and jumped sideways as far as he could in his weakened state. Anakin yanked his hand back in alarm.

“What—”

Obi-Wan was breathing heavily and his eyes were squeezed shut.

“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked, his voice coming out smaller and squeakier than he would like.

“It’s nothing, it’s just a bruise,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“A bruise?”

“On my back,” Obi-Wan panted.

Anakin took a step closer to him. “Can I look?”

Obi-Wan looked a little unsure. “Yes,” he finally said.

With careful fingers, Anakin slowly lifted up Obi-Wan’s shirt. He gasped at the dark purple bruising all over his back. His stomach sank. He immediately turned and looked at the contents of the toilet and then back at Obi-Wan. It was only then that he realized there was blood on his lips and his chin.

“Obi-Wan, you need a healer,” Anakin said, panic rising in his voice. “You… you’re throwing up blood that’s not… when the slaves would get beaten too hard they…”

“Shhh, Anakin, it’s alright.”

“No!” Anakin shouted. “No, you’re… you’re dying and I—”

“I’m not dying,” Obi-Wan said. He put his hands on the ground and moved to stand up. It was an ill-conceived attempt. He fell back down to the ground with a soft thud. He looked up at Anakin but his eyes were unfocused. “Okay, maybe that’s not a good sign.”

Obi-Wan coughed and blood spluttered out of his mouth. “Yeah, not a good sign,” he murmured.

Anakin’s panic rose. “What do we do?”

Obi-Wan lay down fully on the tile floor. He glanced up at Anakin. “Go find a healer.”

“What?”

“In the halls of healing. Remember, I showed it to you this morning when I took you around the temple? Go there and find someone. They can help.”

Anakin nodded. “Okay,” he said, trying to make his voice sound even and sure. “Just stay here, don’t try to get up.”

“Don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

From the look on Obi-Wan’s face, Anakin could tell that he meant it to sound light-hearted, but it only added to Anakin’s worry. He gave Obi-Wan a parting glance before darting off into their quarters and out the front door. He ran in the direction of the halls of healing, or at least he ran in the direction he thought the halls of healing were in. The more he ran, the less familiar everything appeared. Anakin paused when he entered a great room with large pillars and beautiful art on all the walls. He had no idea where he was and his eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey little one,” a female voice said from behind him. “Are you okay?”

Anakin whirled around and came face to face with a tall, pink-skinned mon calamari woman. “Um.”

“You must be Anakin,” the woman said. “I’ve been very excited to meet you. Where’s your Master?”

The tears welling up in Anakin’s eyes spilled over.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, little one?”

“Obi-Wan is hurt and he... he sent me to get a healer but I— I don’t know where to go,” Anakin said around choked sobs.

The woman’s face turned serious. “He sent you to get a healer?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day. I’m a healer. Come with me,” she said. She reached out a webbed hand and Anakin took it, grateful for the direction and the physical comfort of it.

They made their way back to Obi-Wan.

***

An unshakeable feeling of heaviness was what greeted Obi-Wan when he woke up. He groaned and fluttered his eyes open. A figure stood before him, and his eyes focused to reveal Master Che. He groaned again.

“Glad to see you’re still with us,” she said. “Thank the Force Anakin was able to find Bant and they got to you when they did.”

“Huh?”

“You had your new Padawan worried sick. Poor kid,” Vokara said, shaking her head.

“‘kin?” Obi-Wan asked. “Where?”

“He’s fine. He’s with Bant right now. She’s showing him her medical instruments.”

“Oh. That’s good. What happened?”

“I was kind of hoping you would tell me that,” Vokara Che said, fixing him with a glare. “You had internal bleeding, Obi-Wan. Your kidneys were failing. There were massive bruises on your back. How did you even get those?

Oh. Oh yeah.

“During the fight with the… with the Sith. I fell off a catwalk and landed on another one below it. Landed on my back,” Obi-Wan said weakly.

“Obi-Wan that was three days ago,” Vokara said. “You’re lucky it wasn’t initially too severe.”

“Initially?”

“You would have been fine if you immediately got medical treatment.”

“I was busy,” Obi-Wan said simply. It was true. He had to tend to the hasty funeral arrangments and then the parade and then he had to take Anakin back to Coruscant and then he had to convince the Council to let him keep him and then… well then his body had started to give out on him. Vokara gave him a sympathetic look. He felt small underneath it.

“I know. But you need to take care of yourself. You have a Padawan now.”

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” Vokara Che said. She squeezed his shoulder. “It’ll be alright.”

He put his face in his hands and stifled a sob.

“It’ll be alright,” Vokara Che repeated. “Trust in the Force.”

Obi-Wan nodded, sniffed and steeled himself. “Right. Right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’ve been through a lot, young Kenobi.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he offered a simple nod.

“Is it alright if I go get Anakin?” Vokara asked. “He’s been dying to see you.”

“That’s fine,” Obi-Wan said. Vokara turned and left, presumably to retrieve Anakin.

In truth, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he wanted his brand new Padawan to see him like this, but he knew it was important for the boy to see that he was okay — that he still had someone in this strange new place to stand by his side.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin shouted as he burst through the door. Obi-Wan winced.

“Oh, sorry,” Anakin said in a whisper this time.

“It’s alright.”

“Are you okay?” Anakin asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, Anakin.”

“That’s good. I don’t really know anyone else here. Well, actually, I know Miss Bant now and she’s really nice, but I don’t really know anyone else and I like you and I—”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said softly. “Volume.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

Obi-Wan played with a loose string on the edge of his blanket. He ripped a few of the stitches but stopped before he could do any more damage to the innocent garment. He could feel Anakin hovering awkwardly next to him.

“You don’t have to stay here, you know? You can go back to our quarters if you want.”

Anakin shook his head vigorously. “No, I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“I– I don’t know how to get there.”

Oh. Right.

“Well, I’m sure Bant or one of the other healers would be more than willing to—”

“No!” Anakin said quickly. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay with you.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the little wave of warmth that filled his chest. “Okay,” he said. He then patted the bedsheets and nodded his head. “Come on then.”

Anakin gave a wide, toothy grin before he climbed up and snuggled himself into the cramped little space right next to Obi-Wan.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Anakin asked.

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan said. “Yeah, I’m alright. Let’s just get some sleep okay?”

“Okay,” Anakin said softly, his eyelids already fluttering closed. “Goodnight, Master Obi-Wan.”

“Goodnight, Padawan.”