#i really thought that they were proceed into game 2 when i was sleeping

[gxtzeizm]

bruhhhhhh 💀💀💀

[nuttytani]

Oh no! My suicidal big tiddies man got isekai'd

fandom: honkai star rail

characters: blade and gender neutral reader

tw: none except- maybe not proof read?

a/n: a silly birthday gift for my lovely friend here @tsubaki3192

It was currently 2 AM and you have been playing video games for hours now. Looking at the time made you instinctively yawn and stretch those stiff arms. You were interrupted by a strange gurgling sound coming from somewhere…. Actually, it was just you and your hungry tummy. Since it was super late to cook anything (and risky because it might wake up the entire house), you quickly sneaked into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge.

There were no leftovers. Just some sauce bottles, pickles, butter and milk. The fridge was positively empty of any food. There wasn’t even bread. What were you going to do with sauce and pickles? That didn’t sound appetising at all.

“Awe… There’s nothing,” you said while closing the fridge. Then you opened it again and finally grabbed that milk. That was your only hope.

At least it’s good for my bones, calcium and shit yeah?

Your legs and particularly knees have been creaky and making weird popping noises recently. Maybe those bones might be thanking you for the milk. Chuckling to your silly thoughts, you head back to your room, with a cup of milk and proceed to turn your computer off.

A weird green horizontal line appeared on your screen and your wallpaper surrounding that line turned pixelated. The speaker connected to your computer emitted creepy static-y noises like those really old radio. Something was not right and that something would land you in shit because this wasn’t some cheap ol’ computer. You painstakingly saved up for this bad boy after hours of part time jobs here and there while also struggling with your uni life. The model wasn’t anything new but it was good enough for you and it was your baby. That very baby was dying in front of you. You needed to fix it.  You instantly scrambled back into your chair and tried to check for cables. Maybe some cables were loose. Before you could even touch a wire, the entire screen turned green and turned black. The static noises stopped as well.

“Well… Guess I’m doomed.” You slide your hands down your face and slump down like that Shinji in a chair meme. If this was some horror story though this would be the perfect timing for a hacker or weird murderer to send a message like “I see you” or something of the sort. Actually, what if some weirdo dark web hacker was onto you and wanted to kill you for whatever reason?

Okay, that’s it. This was sleep deprivation talking. You need sleep. Like right now. There’s no hacker that wanted to murder you, it’s probably the lack of sleep frying your brain cells. You were a normal college student, trying to survive in this cutthroat dog-eats-dog world. Even if something does happen, it won't happen to you. Well, your computer dying aside…. NPCs such as yourself don’t get “fun privileges”.

That’s what you thought about 5 minutes ago when you didn’t have a razor-sharp blade pointed at your eye and you laid in your bed wondering what wrongs you committed in your past life that was happening to you. Did you steal a priest's robe? Did you offend some god by swearing at them? Fuck you past life self.

The person holding the sword was still hunched over you and didn’t move their sword. Not even a single centimetre. One wrong movement and you could lose your lovely sight once and for all!

“What is this place and who are you?” asked the person. Judging by their deep voice they were probably a man. They sounded really familiar. You squinted your eyes at the person. Hmmm, bluish-black hair, red highlights… He had some… Real nice assets... Meaning nicely shaped tits…. Hmmm.

“W-what are you doing!” the person raised their voice in surprise and took a step back.

Oh, they must have noticed you ogling. Was it that obvious? You keep staring at their assets because who knows when you’ll have the chance next time? And then your attention finally falls on his sword, it was a deep black that slowly turned into red towards the end and the shaft of the sword had golden crack patterns, you assumed it’s kintsugi.

Wait hold up, that sword looked too familiar. You have seen that many times.

“Holy shit! Are you Blade? Like the Stellaron Hunter Blade?” you exclaimed at the person.

“....Yes. Don’t you dare call the IPC. Or you will face my sword.”

“Well, I’ve been facing your sword for 10 minutes now…. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m talking to THE Blade. One and only Blade. Like actually from Honkai Star Rail? Who is basically lovers to enemies with Dan Heng? Can I touch you? Actually, I always thought your hair was pretty, can I please braid it?”

Blade was speechless and looked like a fish out of water and slowly sheathed his sword.

“Am I dreaming right now or is this what you call a sleep-deprived hallucination… I can’t tell.”

You were met with silence… He didn’t reply.

“I guess it’s a hallucination. ‘Mkay, goodnight, Mr. Dream-slash-hallucination-Blade.”

Just like that you slumped back into your bed, closed your eyes and snoozed.

.

Blade was left terribly confused.

Well, he was a Stellaron Hunter, you should be scared for your life. He kills people for a living. Most people would just have one glimpse of him and go running down the hill while screaming for their lives. But you didn’t? Even when you knew his identity? And his not-widely-known relationship with Dan Heng?

Clearly, you didn’t see him as a threat. He also noticed the way your eyes lingered around his chest.

Silver Wolf did say that he had “some big tiddies” for a man. Whatever that meant. And he’s currently stuck in this room. He had no idea how he ended up here. Just that he was speaking with Kafka about their latest “script” and the details given by Elio. And poof. Some strange glitch happened, and he ended up here. In this tiny room. A huge mess of a room. It was devastating to look at. The desk was covered with stacks of unorganised documents and some random trashy novels. There were also a few strange items that looked nearly identical to him… he tries to recall Silver Wolf’s terminology sessions… Merch? Clothes were all thrown over the office chair like it was some cover.  And the bookshelf was a wreck. An absolute wreck. He could even see how your closet wasn’t even fully closed! How many things were just packed in there?

Looking at the room triggered his migraine. He needed to do something about the state of this room, as soon as possible. Since he basically had nothing to do, he decided to clean stuff up. He organised your shelf– the books were in the order of the genre as well as the titles. He folded and hung your clothes and lined them up according to colour, as well as length. Cleaned up your desk, put away your documents into your drawer, hung up the merch on your cork display, vacuumed and mopped your floors and everything else that he noticed that was out of place.

By the time he was done it was already morning.

.

The birds were shining– no, hold up, that’s wrong, it was supposed to be the sun was shining. Yeah so, the sun was shining! The birds were singing! But why was your favourite game character in the flesh, right in front of you. Were you still dreaming? That’s impossible. You were definitely 100% awake. So you decided to simply stare at the video game character, who was acting like a total malewife cleaning your room. Your mind quickly flashed a Pikachu surprised face at the scene. You were sure that your face was looking like that too.

After what felt like an eternity of staring, you finally spoke, “So you’re real….?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Blade replied in a deadpan voice and a straight face.

Ok so he was real. That was established. Here’s the issue though. How were you going to keep a used-to-be-a-bunch-of-pixels-but-isn’t-anymore man in your room and your house? How were you going to explain this strange man being present in your room overnight to your family? Although you loved your suicidal big tiddies, man…. He needed to go. All those isekai stories and novels you read never talked about what to do when a fictional man just poofs into your house that you share with your family. How does one handle the situation? Someone better make a novel on this now… How does anyone even expect to cope with something like this? What to do now?

You muttered under your breath while thinking and paced around the room like a manic and started, “Should I hide you under the bed? No, you’re too huge for that. My closet doesn't have enough space for you either…. Oh, maybe you can hide in the bushes? Like jump out of my window and stay in there… for some time till I call for you.”

Blade motioned to you to shut up. Fair enough. You guess you were being too loud. Suicidal man needed some quiet time, you supposed.

“No need, I can simply do this.” Blade snapped his finger and he disappeared into thin air. There was another snapping sound, and he came back.

“This is a high-tech feature made by the Stellaron hunters that helps us to appear as if we’ve become transparent,” Blade explained.

“Cool. You should have just told me that sooner.”

And that is how your daily life with the suicidal big tiddies man started. Well it started-ish. He needed to go back to his universe but he said that the Stellaron Hunting could wait. Blade decided that he was on a paid vacation. Thankfully he could still converse with his colleagues, and they were figuring out how to get him back, although they assured you and Blade both that it wouldn’t be a difficult task except it might take a few months till Blade could reunite with the Stellaron Hunters. In the meantime, however, you were tasked to take care of Blade by Kafka and Silver Wolf. 

You and Blade had lots of fun, or at least you think he did. Every day was like a sleepover. Having facials and putting on face masks on each other while watching movies. Or playing some multiplayer games. Blade sucked at gaming, so you had to teach him a bit. You also read him trashy romance novels and even some funny fanfics to him. One day you two even went out to go shopping for some clothes because your big tiddies man could not wear the same pair of clothes every day. Plus, he needed some variety and those cowboy jeans needed to go. Immediately. He looked funny with them on, and no one wore bell bottom jeans in this era.

Though Blade was very sad to part from his fanservice clothes, he fell in love with hoodies and sweatpants. He said they were soft and comfortable to wear. He also wore his hair in a high ponytail or a low bun to blend in with others. You suggested him to get his hair trimmed but he didn’t like that suggestion at all. Blade even gave you a nasty glare for that.

Meanwhile, your family thought you were getting too lonely because they kept hearing you talk to yourself or “someone”. They tried to gently poke you about it every now and then since they were concerned for your mental health, but you would always brush them off.

Recently they saw you holding hands with thin air. Your family definitely knew something was going on now. They even considered calling an exorcist because that was so weird. They even heard a man’s voice speak.

That’s a whole different story though. Maybe for another time!

Until then, Fin <3.

a/n: yeah this was very crack and not serious lol.

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Random Obey Me! Headcanons Part 3

Asmo collects plushies, he finds the little things absolutely adorable and has tons of them in his room. And yes, you'll see Asmo's eyes lit up like a kid if you ask him about them and their individual names. He will also be glad to explain each one's little story and how he got them, and you would be endeared to find that a good portion of the plushies were given by the other brothers themselves, who have known about his love for collecting for a long time now.

Belphie is one of those people who when you ask them for something will ALWAYS blatantly say no at first but then proceed to nonchalantly do the exact thing you asked with no ounce of shame whatsoever, maybe even smirk a little as they finish doing whatever it is you asked. It's a little annoying at first, but you eventually get used to it. He's just likes being a brat, really.

Satan had an emo phase as a teenager, he would dye his hair black, only wear dark clothes, paint his nails regularly ( with the help of Asmo ), listen to typical emo music, the whole nine yards. And of course, he was more rebellious than ever, refusing to listen to his brothers and just any authority figures in general. He's ashamed of it now and cringes hard seeing pictures of himself back then. As any good father older brother would though, Lucifer always manages to embarrass him by bringing up that phase and even showing the "cursed pictures" to friends/potencial partners Satan brings home.

Levi likes to hide in small spaces when he's anxious, overwhelmed, or just doesn't wanna deal with something ( social interactions more often than not ). Oh, you're at a party and you can't find Levi anywhere? Check the less crowded room, more specifically under the tables, he's probably there playing games on his phone. Hm, it's lunch break at RAD and the third born is nowhere to be seen? Inside his locker, or maybe the janitor's closet. He doesn't know exactly why he does it, but it's a habit that's been with him ever since he was a small angel. Those places just comfort him, somehow. And don't worry, he's pretty flexible so it works out just fine. I mean, why else would he be okay sleeping in a bathtub?

MC and Mephisto didn't meet for the first during S4. In fact, these two first met only a week into the exchange program, with Mephisto interviewing MC for the RAD Newspaper. Because of course, the public was dying to know more about the newest exchange student who had just entered the academy, and multiple news outlets were covering MC's arrival and curious situation, given that they had been placed with the seven brothers at HoL, and had gotten into a pact with Mammon so quickly. Being aware of all of this, Mephisto knew that an exclusive interview with MC would give everyone in the kingdom something to talk about, and so he sought to be the first one to get his hands on one. ( Also he was very intrigued and eager to known more about MC, but of course he'd never admit that. )

Belphie and Mammon both have piercings around their bodies. Mammon especially likes the golden and grey ones that match his rings, while Belphie prefers them black ( because of course he would ).

For the first 2-3 months of the exchange program, MC genuinely thought Diavolo and Lucifer were a couple. This happened because ever since day 1 they were hearing "funny comments" about the two of them and just assumed they were in an actual relationship. And no one ever bothered to correct them because they found it hilarious, and wanted to see how long it'd take for them to find out the truth. Some of the brothers even went as far as purposely making up stories to lead MC to believe that Lucifer was out on dates with Diavolo when he wasn't at home and they came looking for him ( and the bastards would immediately start laughing the moment MC left the room ). MC only found out the truth when they were talking to Lucifer about Diavolo one day and casually replied to something he said with "But that's not really surprising since he's your boyfriend" and Lucifer just went ???? "Excuse me?? What did you just say?" and proceeded to explain that he and Diavolo were in fact not in a relationship. ( the punishment he gave his brothers after finding out about this "little prank" of theirs was no joke, but none of them regretted it, it was "just too funny", in their own words )

Lucifer's voice changes DRASTICALLY depending on his mood. Like, the more serious/stressed he is, the deeper it goes, and the more relaxed/content he is, the softer it becomes. You can hear it cleary when you compare the way he sounds on a regular basis when lecturing the others, speaking about work, giving speeches as RAD's vice president, etc, to rare occasions when he's talking about music and art, playfully teasing the others, or recalling a nice moment from the past. It's like there are 3 stages to his voice: usual deep, furiously deep ( that iconic "Mammooon" ), and ACTUALLY SOFT. The ones who get to hear his "nice voice" the most are MC, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, and Beel.

One that's already been discussed by other players but that I'd like to add on: demons ( and angels as well ) give humans "uncanny valley feeling" and MC could tell there was something ""wrong"" with brothers ( they aren't humans ) the moment they first laid their eyes on them in the council room. And my addition to this is: although the brothers all give off this feeling, it's to varying degrees that depend on how much they can blend in as a human. And Satan is the only who can bypass this "filter" almost completely, because remember when Lucifer first introduced him by saying something along the lines of "He might look nice but don't fall for it because it's an act"? Well, I like to think that Satan also looks the most "normal" out of his brothers when it comes to the "uncanny valley feeling" because of this too, since he has pretty much mastered the art of appearing trusting to deceive humans back in the day and is still the best at disguising himself as human to not to scare people away when visiting the human world and such.

Solomon has a hobby of solving jigsaw puzzles, like, you know those huge ones that take over the entire table or floor? He absolutely loves them and will gladly spend a whole day focused on completing them if needed. And if you offer to solve one with him? Oh, he'll get so excited it's actually kind of adorable. So do it, it's the road to his heart, even if you find it boring.

Lucifer leaves Beel on charge whenever he has a work-related trip, or simply intends on spending more time out of the house than usual. It's easy, as long as the second youngest keeps everything in order, Lucifer promises to take him to any restaurant he wants ( no matter how expensive ), and to let him eat to his heart's content when he comes back. Oh, Mammon is trying to sneak out of the house to gamble all their money away? Nuh-uh, Beel's not letting him leave through that door! Asmo's planning to take advantage of the fact that Lucifer is out to throw a party? Nope, Beel's stopping him. Satan & Belphie are trying to get into Lucifer's room to prank him? Yeah nah, Beel's dragging them back to their own rooms. Really, it works wonders, not only because Beel has the most physical strength out of everyone and can overpower them, but also because none of them have the heart to actually argue with him.

[sisterofsomeone]

Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1/10

Chapter 2

Summary: On a wedding day in Baldur’s Gate, a marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. There is a common myth passed around that once, a very long time ago, a woman was tricked into marriage by a demon of sorts and only found out when they wed. Every wedding at that moment the room falls silent, waiting for another scream, another myth making secret to be revealed. You just never thought you would be witness to it.

Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader (because I can't help myself), established relationship/situationship, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking, smoking, there are references to end game BG3 and spoilers for the whole game so please proceed with caution! smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Word count: 3.5K

Author's note: Hello again! I was originally going to write this as a oneshot, but I just kept writing and writing and felt that I really wanted to try and flesh this world out. So, it's becoming a series! I cannot promise regular updates as I am in my final year of university, and start back up at my graduate job in september, but I am really enjoying writing this so I'm aiming for at least once a month, but maybe more. I do also have another series in the works which I want to post soon as well, so keep on the lookout for that one! I’ve never written anything like this before so bear with me if it’s not very good! Please enjoy, I really do hope this is entertaining for you, and have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening! Lots of love, Caitlin <3

This is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to represent the actions, ideals, or attitude of the idol Jeon Wonwoo.

Baldur’s Gate. The jewel of the Sword Coast. Granted, you never knew there was supposedly a dragon sleeping under the city before the invasion, but still. A wonderful place to live. Life here was easier for someone like you, the eldest daughter of the Apothecary Merchant. Father had spent most of the money he made to dress you in the finest of clothes, hire chefs to teach you to make the finest of meals, and ensure you were surrounded by the best trained ladies in waiting possible. Status meant everything to him, and you knew you had to marry up to please him. Being the eldest of three girls, you were schooled in house making, cooking, mathematics, business, politics- anything and everything that would endear you to one of the knowledgeable and wealthy bachelors your father was hoping to wed you to. Your younger sisters however were afforded the luxury to follow their throws of passion and learn dance, music, or geography to teach and travel. You didn’t much care for home making, your fascination with the foul words in other languages usually left your tutor giggling after you begged her to teach you them. You were smart, quick with numbers and well versed in politics and business. It was something your father loved about you. The daughter that would lift them even higher in status. You were his political pawn.

You were with your mathematics tutor when she burst through the door. Your mother, her face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breaths.

“The- The King wants you to attend the ball.” She spoke. “The ball for the princes to choose their brides. He has called for you specifically.”

“Oh?” You didn’t so much as look away from your work, still toying away with the problems in front of you.

“Yes! Oh Gods girl, what are we to do with you?” Your tutor excused himself as your mother swanned towards the large windows. She was as dramatic a woman as you had ever met, and you loved her for it. Turning to face you, her dress billowed, and it struck you yet again how beautiful she was. You knew she used to be the catch; the young daughter of a cattle farmer swept into the Sword Coast by her wild fancies and taking Baldur’s Gate by storm. She married your father in a rather quickly arranged match, both being only 21 and your bump already starting to show through her clothes. She had always held a special place in your life, and the closeness in age only solidified your bond.

“You’re to help me avoid it. You know I want nothing to do with the royal family.” You raised an eyebrow, smirk playing on your lips as you turned another page in your book.

“It’s such a shame. You should go, if not for yourself but for me. It says and family and you know how much your sisters and I would love it!” Her fingers danced across the edge of the paper, twirling the red silk ribbon that used to hold the envelope closed as she read and reread the words.

“You know, there must be a specific reason they invited you. I heard only four girls and their families were invited specifically by name.” He voiced wavered, tone light, eyes meeting yours with that twinkle you knew meant trouble. Sometimes it felt like you were the parent in this.

“Will I need a new dress?” With that she squealed and swept you into her arms.

“Oh darling! You are going to love this!” Untangling her arms from around you she ran from the room and to the staircase.

“Girls! Darling! Come downstairs, your sister has an announcement!”

It was dark outside when you were finally allowed to rest. Your mother had dragged you and your sisters around every tailor in the city, eventually settling on a beautiful, glittered gown from the Facemaker’s that made it look like you were dripping in starlight. Your sisters marvelled at you, them seemingly more excited for your prospects than you were. As you stood before the full-length mirror, watching the way light danced across the dress you caught your own breath. You stood tall, the shimmering fabric laying against your body as if made solely for you. Your face now seemingly had the allure you always attributed to your mother, the colour of your eyes mirroring her own beautiful hue. It was the first time you felt a fraction as beautiful as her. That’s why you let your mother buy the dress, but you’d never tell her that.

The evening was warm as you took a book from the library and made your way to the balcony. Lighting the lamp on the table you slipped yourself onto the velvet covered seat and pulled the small blanket around your legs, hiking them up to your chest. It was here you sat, absorbed in the words of scholars until a small cough caught your attention. This was routine at this point, so you put your book down and pulled yourself from the seat, dangling a hand over the railing in front of you before leaning your head over. The man clasped your hand and smiled up at you.

It had all been an accident, you meeting Seokmin and Wonwoo. You weren’t supposed to be walking unescorted to Sorcerers’ Sundries, well technically you weren’t supposed to be walking there at all, but what Father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. You had stopped but for a moment to watch the magic show at the front entrance when you felt a hand dip into your pockets. You grasped their wrist and turned, only to be met with a small child.

“I’m-I’m so sorry miss, please let me go.” The tiny tiefling looked terrified, eyes wide and lower lip trembling. Immediately you dropped your guard, gaze softening and grip on their arm loosening.

“Child, no need to be scared I won’t call the Fists. But let’s not go picking anymore pockets hm?” They nodded, thanking you as they scurried away. Thats when you heard the laughter. Two tall men, eyes dark and trained directly on you and the scurrying child.

“What are you two laughing at huh?” The slightly broader one cocked an eyebrow at you, and the other pointed behind you. There you saw the scared tiefling, not so scared anymore as them and their friend – who you hadn’t noticed until now – were poking their tongues out at you as they waved a purse above their heads.

“That’s mine!” You shouted as they hurried off, tails wagging and giggles filling the dark streets.

“You fell for that hook line and sinker.” One of the hooded men let a plume of smoke escape his lips and curled them into a smile. “Are you new here or something?”

“No, no. Look at her, she’s a sheltered little princess I bet.” The other said, closing the distance between you and him. You finally got a good look at him. Dark eyes, golden tanned skin, a smile spread across his face that lit a fire in your stomach. He leaned down, face now only inches from yours. “Such a sheltered little princess, aren’t you?” There was an earthiness to him, a woody smell that danced under a zesty citrus. This was no commoner’s perfume.

“Who are you?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shone from below you on the balcony, that same smile lighting that spark deep in your soul. He was intelligent, worldly, but most of all, he was kind. He climbed up the balcony as usual, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you. It was hot, fiery and passionate. It always felt like he was swallowing you whole, devouring every part of you. He pushed you backwards, lowering you into the plush of the loveseat as his body covered your own. His mouth never left yours, tongue playing against your bottom lip as you gave him entrance. He moaned, fingers running through your hair and pulling, revealing the length of your neck to him. He kissed down it, careful not to leave any marks as he did so.

“My beautiful girl, my pretty girl.” His lips left a searing trail down to your chest, his hands trailing down your sides, bunching up your dress to reach your core.

“Wonwoo, baby, we can’t. Not tonight.” It was almost useless, his lips never stopped working against your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point. “Wonwoo, baby.” A whine left him that had a throb course through your body and set that flame burning.

“Don’t tell me to stop baby please.” He kissed you again, hands never stopping their assault on you. “Please don’t tell me I can’t play with my pretty girl’s pretty pussy.” His eyes darkened, teeth bit down harder, and you could almost feel the punctures from his canines.

“This pretty pussy has been invited to the King’s ball. This pretty pussy might have just been sold off by her ever-scheming father.” He stalled at this, hands stopping their assault and mouth leaving your skin.

“What?” His eyes were trained on yours as you swallowed thickly.

“We got the invitation today. Gods know how he did it. But he did.” Wonwoo moved off you, settling into the space beside you.

“Are you happy? With the idea I mean?” You let out a short laugh, cold and harsh.

“Happy? Why would I be happy? No one has ever seen them, been allowed near them, and what? I’m supposed to marry one of them. Be used as breeding stock. Finally put all this stupid training to use.” He laughed softly from beside you.

“You think this is funny? My life being sold off to the highest bidder and you laugh?”

“No! No, it’s not like that I promise.” His arms were around you again, pulling you into his chest. “I think there’s more to this than you know. Go to the party. You might be pleasantly surprised that’s all.” His lips were on yours again. “And no matter what happens, I’ll never let anyone else touch you the way I do.”

The morning broke through your curtains and the man beside you stirred. His chest was warm beneath your cheek as you kissed the arm draped around you.

“Darling, you must go before we get caught. Again.” He groaned, rolling the pair of you over, trapping you beneath him. That smile was back, softly lit by the warm glow of the sun pouring in through the windows. “Wonwoo, baby please.” His lips were soft against yours, pouring love into you like there was no tomorrow. His fingertips danced across your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. He rolled his hips into you, want evident at the broken gasp that left his lips. “Wonwoo baby.” You moaned out, fingers moving to his shoulder blades. He rolled his hips again, the slickness of your cunt allowing for him to rock smoothly and bump his cockhead into your clit. “Wonwoo, we can’t.” But your body gives you away, the roll of your hips as you shake beneath him has him lining up instantly.

“Princess, say no right now and I won’t do it. But say yes and I’ll give you a baby. I’ll fuck you so full it has no option but to stick. You’ll be mine.” Your lips chased his as you nodded frantically against him.

“Yes Wonwoo, yes yes yes.” He pushed in, cock stretching you as you raked your nails down his back. His thrusts were deep, angling his hips to hit that spot inside of you.

“My princess wants a baby yeah? Wants me to fuck her full?” He growled into your ear, hips smashing into yours.

“Please, wanna make you a daddy.” You purred back. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers rubbing circle after circle into your swollen clit as you arched up into him. He never stopped kissing you, never stopped whispering praise into your mouth as you came around him.

“Please Wonwoo, want you to fill me up. Please.” You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a hiss from him. He’s panting, sweat lining his forehead as he thrust into you again and again, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. He pushes you over the edge again and again, having you crying his name into his mouth over and over as you beg for him to finish in you, mark you as his.

But he doesn’t. He pulls out as he always does and finishes onto your thigh. It’s over then, the light shifting to a cold blue as the sun shifts behind a cloud. He moves away from you, gathering his clothes and dressing.

“When will I see you again?” He pauses, eyes meeting your own.

“You won’t see me like this for a while. At least, not this version of me.” You don’t know what that means, but he doesn’t give you any time to ask as he kisses you again so softly. His hand caresses your face, thumb rubbing your cheek as a tear falls from his face and onto yours. “But you will see me again, I promise.” As he pulls away, he places a final kiss on your forehead before stepping back towards your balcony. You let him go like you always do, but not without that horrible hole ripping through your chest.

The night of the ball drew closer, and there was no sign of Wonwoo or his brother. You were alone. The lessons ramped up, your father wanting there to be no chance of failure. You were his pawn, and he was so ready to make that final check. Your mother tried to get through the walls you put up, your sisters gushed every day about how lucky you were, how you were going to have the life of your dreams. But you weren’t. You wouldn’t be with Wonwoo. Wouldn’t be able to kiss him again, wouldn’t be able to hold him. You’d never be able to make him a dad.

“Your invitation madam?” Your mother was positively glowing with excitement, your sisters each hanging off one of your arms, you suspect to stop you from running. Your mother presents the invitation, and the guard cocks an eyebrow. “Please, this way for special guests.” You were escorted towards a separate entrance, a large pair of white wooden doors beset by giant boars on each side. The doors were parted for you, and the entrance was the most beautiful you’d ever seen. You were ushered inside, your sisters gasping and pointing at the artwork lining the walls. But your eyes were drawn to the three other girls.

“They’re your competition child.” Your father pulled you aside from your sisters and scanned you from head to toe. “But you’ve got a brain to best all of them. Be smart, be strong. Be the girl I raised you to be.” You glanced back over to them. Each one you knew to be a member of one of the aristocracies, as you were. You vaguely remember having a run in with the half-elf, but if she remembered you, she gave nothing away in the cold gaze she returned.

“If everyone is now here?” A voice sounded from the stairs above you. Your eyes followed where it was coming from, and the woman you saw standing there was the most beautiful you had ever seen. Dark eyes, with even darker hair cascading down her back that held soft curls that bounced as she began to walk towards you all. You had never seen this woman before, but something pulled at you from your stomach as if you recognised her.

“You are all chosen specifically by the princes themselves. My sister's sons wouldn’t allow for our intervention, so feel very lucky. Some of you would never have made it this far.” Her eyes fell on you at this, and your father bristled beside you. “Now, if you’ll follow me.” She sauntered towards the large doors across the marbled floors. You moved to follow the queen's sister, silently cursing yourself for not recognising her as your legs pulled you along before your brain could think of a reason to turn and run. She demanded that the girls line up, manhandling you all into a line with you left on the end. Your families were to follow along behind, and not say a word.

There was a commotion behind the doors, music filled whatever room you were about to be ushered into and laughter and conversations could barely be heard through these giant doors. You tried to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles of your dress, hands moving on their own as you chewed on your bottom lip.

There was a moment of silence before the doors swung open, and an even longer moment of silence when all the eyes in the ballroom fell upon you. Your gaze flitted from person to person, not a single face you couldn’t put a name to. Families with daughters much better suited for this match burned holes into your skull from jealousy. You were standing there, with the whole world at your fingertips and their daughter wasn’t.

You were ushered down the steps before you, the sea of people parting as the four of you made your ways forward. Your eyes were on the floor as you had been instructed to do so, never for a second daring to look upon the men sitting at the other end of the ballroom.

“This is the half-elf Carmae of the Boat Merchant.” You were right about recognising her then.

“This is the high elf Dauphine of the Gold Merchant.” You heard her light steps, the small “Hello sirs.” that sounded so beautiful falling from her lips as she greeted the men.

“This is the wood elf Avalynne of the Cloth Merchant.” You were next.

“This is the human Y/n of the Apothecary Merchant.” You stepped forward, curtseying as you were taught, eyes moving up to acknowledge the men before you.

“Hello sirs-“ Those eyes. That smile. Wonwoo sat before you, hand rested on his chin as he surveyed you. You felt a churning in your stomach as you let your eyes fall upon Seokmin beside him. His soft curls sat upon his head as he smiled ever so softly at you.

“We can now begin.” The music started up again as the crowd of people swallowed you up. Your sisters beamed at you as people swarmed you. They wanted to know where you got your dress “The Facemaker.” You politely replied. Who did your hair? “My mother wanted to.” You smiled at them. You were pulled from conversation to conversation. Every family wanted a piece of you. But your mind was back on Wonwoo. Your heart calling out to him across the floor.

His eyes followed you, dark and cold like you’d never seen them before.

“Wonwoo, calm down. She’s yours I’m not going to take her.” Seokmin leant over to his older brother, giggling slightly at the older man’s demeanour.

“I know you’re not. But they might.” He followed his brother’s gaze to the men being introduced to you by their fathers. “It seems like being the prince’s chosen gives a girl a certain…” His eyes scanned the crowd of men now surrounding you. Your father ever so keen to get you introduced to as many of them as possible. You were trying to be amicable, that soft smile on your face hiding the discomfort you felt. The burn of jealousy coursed through his veins as he watched you laugh and smile at these fools. If only they knew what he’d done to you, the noises he could pull from you with just his tongue or fingers. The way you beg him to cum in you, the tears in your eyes as he fucks you through another orgasm. You’d be too much for those idiots, they couldn’t make you feel how he did. Couldn’t make your body react the way he did.

“The princes will now have their first dance with each of the chosen.” Wonwoo and Seokmin stood, and the floor was cleared again. You finally found yourself walking back towards the man who held your heart in his hands and smiled. Wonwoo noticed that it finally reached your eyes.

“It is lovely to meet you Y/n.” He placed a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“It is my honour sir.” You smiled even wider this time as he drew you closer as the music began.

“I hope you’re a good dancer.” He flashed you that dazzling smile once more as the music began up again.

“I hope you are too sir.” You felt the flush creep up your cheeks as the two of you started to dance. Your eyes glued to his as he led you across the floor, his never once leaving yours. You finally got what he meant that morning. While this was a surprise, you’d help him play the part for as long as it took to get your Wonwoo back.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Bond, Jane Bond

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People are gathered at the Peacock Theater in Downtown Los Angeles watching two ladies, a redhead and a blonde one, perform an act. They are pretending to play a game. The redheaded woman grabs a hidden envelope and cheats. This lady proceeds to read it and announce a category, all the nominees, and then the winner. They both smile and the audience claps.

Meanwhile, Bond is walking up the marble stairs to the top of the theater, overlooking the crowd. Her silky skintight black one-shoulder little black dress was turning heads but more so were her black long legs that went on forever.

Bond gets to a corridor on the top floor, exactly where she wants to be at that time, looks down at a brass doorknob, and sees the reflection of the blue-eyed man in a tuxedo coming at her. Bond spins around faster than the blink of an eye and knocks him down.

He gets up, clearly sore, rubbing his jaw and checking it for fractures.

"What the fuck are you doing, Bond!"

"Oops, sorry! I thought you were, Chris."

"Chris is 6.2!"

"Sorry."

"You're gonna have to pay for this."

"Is that blood?"

"It's a rental Calvin Klein."

2 hours later Mr. Iger was dead. Paramedics were called in but it was too late by the time they arrived.

The cause of death was later determined as arrhythmia and since Iger had a history of arrhythmias and other heart conditions, no foul play was suspected. Bond's alibi was airtight and her plan was executed to perfection with the help of the blue-eyed blond man in the tux with a sore jaw.

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The old hack knocks Bond to the ground.

She kicks her again, then pulls her by the hair.

"This time, Bond, the pleasure will be all mine."

She laughs like a hyena and crushes Jane's ribs again. Bond struggles, in pain.

Carmy walks in with a gun. Points at the old lady attacking Bond and fires.

1 bullet between the eyes was all it took.

Bond has recovered. She's quick to set the timer and then she runs as fast she can in the opposite direction grabbing Carmy by the arm and taking him with her.

The explosion that follows shortly after erases any traces that both Bond and her "associate" were there.

The explosion was later blamed on a gas leakage. MI6 had to pay good money and collect a few favors in high spheres of power to cover that one up as the Fire Department determined in a matter of hours that gas had nothing to do with the blast.

Bond was cleared. Lived to die another day. So did Carmy who enjoyed this constant back and forth of saving each other's lives. It turned him on.

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Clothes scattered everywhere, empty glasses, Dom Perignon floating in an ice bucket. It’s the bedroom of the place they’re staying at. Jane is sleeping peacefully on the bed. She's on her stomach, only her black fuck-me heels on.

"Syd?"

Her brown eyes open. Barely above a whisper... "Yes?"

Carmy appears from beside her on the bed, wrapped in the sheets from the waist down. He rolls on top of her and kisses her bare back eliciting a long moan.

"In the hallway, when you punched me - did you mean it?"

They stroke each other’s hair. She smiles...softly as they lock eyes.

"Yes."

Carmy looks at her, he's appalled. Hurt. Not physically this time around, though. Worse.

"Basic rule. Always hit first."

Carmy takes a pillow and playfully smothers her with it. Bond’s laughing...they grin and passionately kiss, and she says she's sorry again. He believes her.

He shouldn't have. She always knew he wasn't Chris. The jab he took had a name and a last name, white porcelain skin, dark hair, blue eyes, and a cleavage that left nothing to the imagination.

"Second rule. I'm Bond for you now, we are on a mission. Forget my name."

"Roger that. But don't hit me again or I will blow your cover, Bond."

"You deserved it." Bond says as she kisses him and bites his lips.

"Sorry."

"Are you? Really?"

"Of course I am. I love you."

"Do you, Carmy?"

"I love you so dearly, Sydney. I want us in each other's lives forever."

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[cozywriter]

🥮 ~ EPIC the Musical: A Rant ~ 🥮

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This isn’t really an important post, I’m just here to let my bainrot loose onto the world since the Wisdom Saga is out (🥳). So now, please enjoy my dwindling mental health and ever decreasing emotional state (or not, whichever you prefer is okay with me…)

1.) Something I’ve noticed is that whenever a god plays a role in any saga, one of three things happen. Either Odysseus confirms their true identity to us, the audience, by saying their name (I.e. Athena and Hermes), a chorus introduces them to us (I.e. Poseidon and Apollo), or they themselves introduce them to us (I.e. Calypso). However, this is not the case in the Thunder Saga. In the song “Mutiny” Odysseus says:

“These cows were immortal, they were the Sun God’s friends!”

“And now that we’ve pissed them off, who do you think they’ll send?!”

Odysseus doesn’t explicitly confirm who but in the next song, ”Thunder Bringer”, it doesn’t open with Odysseus mumbling his name under his breath in fear or a dramatic chorus announcing his arrival. Instead, it was just a few thunder claps and then Zeus already singing away. This is because, he needs no introduction, being Chieftain of the Gods and all.

The first incident this happens is during the Troy Saga during the song “The Horse and the Infant” when Zeus sends Odysseus a vision about his older self about his final moments, and then proceeds to command him to kill Hector’s infant son. The only confirmation we get that he is Zeus is the thunderclap and flash in the sky, which seems to be the only thing that precedes his arrival.

2.) Another detail I found interesting (read as: absolutely earth shattering, I actually might need therapy after listening to this) is during the song “Love in Paradise”, when Athena says:

“Old friend, it’s been ten years since I last saw you..”

And the next line cuts to Odysseus’ reveal during the song “Remember Them” in the Cyclops Saga when he reveals his identity to Polyphemus. This is because, that moment was truly the moment she last saw him. Either this means that during their argument in the song “My Goodbye” — which mind you, is the song directly after “Remember Them” — she was blinded with rage because he didn’t follow her instructions, or that she was so blinded with the fact that he disobeyed her, she didn’t think to look past that and see why he disobeyed her.

The next few lines support this and truly show her guilt, seeing as after Athena says:

“Let’s see where you’ve been…”

The song cuts to Aeolus’ game, then to Poseidon’s encounter, Circe’s confrontation, Tiresias’ vision, the Siren’s massacre, Scylla’s cost and then Zeus’ retribution. Notice how every song that plays signified a major event that changed the course of Odysseus’ travels. However, these were all events that Athena wasn’t guiding Odysseus in any way. This either means that she was purely just going along the timeline of his journey to see where he went, or she also wanted to see just how far he went without her help, being that in the song “We’ll Be Fine” during the Wisdom Saga, she says:

“I had a friend before and he was a lot like you…” “I helped him fight through war but he had his demons too…” “And then we grew apart…” “Then his light went dark..”

“And so I thought, maybe, if I made a different call, maybe, if I hadn't missed it all, maybe he'd be fine… Maybe we'd unwind…” “Maybe, if I help another soul, maybe, if I helped you reach your goal, life could be that bright…! I could sleep at night…!”

During this, when she calls Odysseus her “friend”, either she means that she truly did see him as more than a student all that time she mentored him and didn’t want to tell Odysseus because she was afraid she’d look weak to him, or after she cut ties with him, she realized that she cared about Odysseus more than she let on.

3.) Lastly, during the song “Ruthlessness” in the Ocean Saga, when Poseidon was taking his revenge on Odysseus and his crew for making Polyphemus suffer, the rage and hatred towards them was genuine, to the point that were it not for Odysseus’ quick thinking, their journey would’ve ended there. Now, compare it to Zeus during the song “Thunder Bringer” in the Thunder Saga. Zeus was toying with them. Almost like he didn’t care about the situation and was only using it for entertainment. This parallel really tells you a lot about the brothers and how they’re like, Poseidon being unforgiving and ruthless hehehe get it? Because you know… it-it’s his song… when necessary but “chill with the waves” — his words, not mine — because that’s how the sea is. Calm but unforgiving. As for Zeus, he’s flamboyant and passive, not really caring about who or what he hurts as he makes a grand musical number before he strikes, much like how like thunder and lighting do.

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[moonfang256]

Dreams about Deltarune (Final)

Well, as I mentioned before in the first post about these dreams: all these posts you saw about Deltarune are a collection of bizarre, weird, and emotional dreams I had on different days related to this game. Each dream tells something, and if you put them all in a specific order, they form a little story.

The order is: 6 – 1 – 3 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 2 – 4 – 5

Now I'll proceed to tell my interpretation and summary of this lore. Sit down and grab your drinks, because this is going to get very Yume Nikki:

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♡ It all started when I (one of the many Deltarune players) fell into a deep sleep. During it, I accidentally ended up reconnecting to the game world.

♡ Once there, for some strange reason my soul entered Rudy's mind, where he was having a very beautiful dream about his daughter Noelle (basically a dream-ception).

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/760655709290561537/dreams-about-deltarune-part-6

♡ Suddenly, Rudy noticed my presence and teleported me to his house, where he had a little conversation with me about depression. This led me to think the reason for this was because he’s worried about Noelle and wants me to do something to help.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/759121114189496320/strange-dreams-about-deltarune-part-1

♡ Out of nowhere, Kris seemed to sense my presence, as I was immediately teleported from Rudy's mind to theirs, trapping me and holding me captive in it.

♡ Due to the tense situation, Kris decided to take a bath and give me a warning to not escape, since while I control their body, they’ve control of their mind and I can't do anything about it. I ignored them and tried to escape through Asriel's computer, but Kris got upset and teleported me back to them to keep me under control.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/759487583442108416/dreams-about-deltarune-part-3

♡ At some point, they fell asleep and I accidentally entered the depths of their mind, where I saw a nightmare they’ve with Dess.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/761200370618941440/dreams-about-deltarune-part-7

♡ Kris realized what happened and they angrily teleported me to their room in Castle Town, where they punished me for having seen something very personal of theirs. Then, they angrily asked me what I wanted from them, but I didn't answer because I was too overwhelmed by the situation. Seeing me in the state they left me in, they reflected on me and felt guilty, which led them to release me and let me show them more calmly what I wanted from them.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/761469524740587520/dreams-about-deltarune-part-8

♡ I agreed and showed Kris a scenario where we were taking a walk with Susie and talking about getting tea, which made them happy, but then I mentioned something about telling Susie the truth about us and they refused. To give me a clear idea of what would happen if I did that, they showed me a violent scenario where Susie beat us to death, to which I thought they were just exaggerating and it wouldn't really happen if she knew the truth.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/762195277618855937/dreams-about-deltarune-part-9

♡ Finally, I showed them a scenario where they were free from us and were sitting on top of the bunker. Relaxed and without any fear of anything. This convinced them that I wasn’t really a threat and that maybe we’ve the same goals, which made them lower their guard and be more comfortable around me.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/759123143440875520/dreams-about-deltarune-part-2

♡ Everything was going well, until Gaster showed up to intercept us. He got curious about this new situation, so he teleported us both into a dark place and started asking me some questions.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/759576611322560512/dreams-about-deltarune-part-4

♡ Once I answered everything, Gaster started saying some things that neither me nor Kris could understand, but apparently he was upset. Because of this, he decided to punish us: Maybe it was because I shouldn't have logged into the game yet, and Kris for kidnapping me.

♡ He immediately proceeded to attack us with the green box that appears in battles, and before we ended up crushed by it, I screamed and left the game. This probably saved Kris and made Gaster stop, realizing he had taken things a bit too far.

♡ Finally, I seem to have woken up in the dream, only to re-enter the game and be met with TV static. After waiting a few minutes, I reconnected with Kris at what seemed to be the beginning of Chapter 3, as if nothing we experienced had happened, and I was wondering if Kris remembered anything or not.

https://moonfang256.tumblr.com/post/760469187006201856/dreams-about-deltarune-part-5

And this is how it ends.

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After reading this, you may be wondering:

Why did you have these kinds of dreams?

The answer is simple: like every Deltarune fan, I really like the game and I got hooked on everything and its characters. So much so that sometimes the game feels so immersive and real, even if it's just fiction (I guess that's what Toby is aiming for?). I used to make some silly theories about the game before, but then I got tired of that, decided not to bother anymore and just enjoy it the way it is.

Why did you dream so much about Kris?

Because they’re my favorite character, aside from the fact that I identify with them and I feel empathy for the situation they and their friends are going through. As I already said in a post about one of the dreams I had, in real life I'm like Kris, but different. I had a similar past and disastrous experiences like them and the Fun gang, but now I try to move on with my life, even if that means I’ve to make this journey of repair and change alone.

Man, I love this wild apple dork.

Funny little bastard "mischievous smirk"

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That's all I have to say.

I hope you enjoyed this, even though some may find it very strange, silly and bizarre, but that's how things are.

[hughungrybear]

***Well, I am still mourning the lost of my Dangerous Romance Ep 9 post 😭😭😭***

Me while watching Only Friends Ep 10:

1. I'm still reeling from a surprise Mond appearance 😅 Also, this episode's title is quite intriguing. Who exactly will be redeemed by the end of this series??

2. I have it with Mew and his effing high horse 😅😅😅. After nine episodes, it's becoming irritating lol.

3. Ray still in denial that he is a raging alcoholic. I do hope Sand gets through to him. But I digress, I'm currently watching this episode with vodka mixed in my coffee, so who am I to talk? lol

4. Why do I feel like Boeing is intentionally pissing Mew? "You are so cute, like an upgraded version of me". WTF. 😅

5. Yeah, I have mentioned this in my missing Dangerous Romance post but it is crazy how much chemistry Papang has with every guy, girl, gay, MILF that they partner him with. What. The. Actual. Fvck.

6. I'm still on the fence with Dan. Office romance, imo, rarely works.

7. I still don't get how Atom can be so effing in love with Boston after just one night. I believe bestie @lost-my-sanity1 said that Boston probably has a magical d*ck that every guy he sleeps with just falls in love with him 😂😂😂😂

8. Ugh. Atom dishing out lies. C'mon, Cheaum. Boston might be an a**hole but he is an honest a**hole. In all the years that you knew him, Boston does not resort to blackmail to get somebody to sleep with him. Manipulation, yes. But downright blackmail ain't in his cards.

9. I mean, Boston has always let his d*ck do the thinking. I guess it's high time he gets some karma for it. I just don't want Atom to also get away with his smear campaign against Boston.

10. I think the reason why Mew irritates me so much is because he tends to act like a Jane Austen heroine. Just make up your darn mind lol.

11. Okay, whatever scenes were deleted, I would need that included on the DVD lol. It's pretty confusing to see Top's sudden change without the context that the deleted scenes could have given us.

12. Well, will you look at that - Ray making some mature decisions. Growth! 😊

13. <Me during the first question of the pub quiz> CANBERRA!!! Aussie residents represent! 😅😅 <Also me when they asked what is the capital of Brazil> BRASILIA!!!! (memories of the original I Know What You Did Last Summer creeps up lol).

14. Well, Boeing is pretty successful getting on Mew's nerves lol

15. Kinky head is a loveable and apt name for Mark though. 😄

16. The ghost of Boston just haunts poor Nick. Is Boston doing this because he is finally regretful or he just feels lonely with everyone leaving him?

17. Too sweet, Ray. Too effing sweet lol. 😅😅😅 Although, I have this ugly thought that Ray would end up dead by the end of this series.

18. I guess Boeing also just wants to see Top's (and Mew's) world burn 😂😂😂

19. There are still too many bottles of alcohol left on that shelf though 😭😭😭😭😭 Also, what is the deal with Sand and Ray's dad???

20. Oh, no. Sand. Well, if we are being honest, Ray had treated Sand like he is dispensable. He even called Sand "whore" - twice. However, Ray is deluding himself if he truly thinks that Sand did everything for money. Sand has already walked away. Ray was the one who chased after him.

21. Again, Mew is irritating me. He can break with Top cleanly. Instead, he chose to stay with somebody he clearly distrusts. Then proceed to play these useless games. It's all a waste of time, imo. Although, Top put himself in this position. By gods, at this point, Top and Mew truly deserve each other lol. 😂😂😂

22. I didn't expect to feel for Boston, but gods damn 😅. If Boston pulls through this and really repents, Boston and Nick might turn into the healthiest couple in this series. WTF. 😑

23. Well, it turns out, Ray's dad do care. What's with this series hitting me with all the feels 😭😭😭 First, it was Boston and Nick. Now, Ray. But really, Ray should work on himself before he goes and chases Sand. Again.

My irritation for Mew has reached new heights. Never thought I would ever symphatise with Boston, yet here we are. Also, Boeing (Mond, I still love you), please get back where you came from lol. I don't think he'll cause that much problem between Sand and Ray though. Arrrrgh! We are nearing the finale! But first, the dreaded episode 11 😓

[superheroclock]

Episode 2 Part 2 Screenshots! Thoughts About Pokemon GO And Making A Video About It

-Posted on the original website on: September 10, 2016

August was the Olympics. September is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Which means.... MOONCAKES!!!

But anyway, I expected that I could finish part 2 in August (in a month) but I spent time watching the Olympics and at the end of August, I ran into a problem with the background. It's all fixed now and below are some screenshots! There are still a few more backgrounds to work on and after that I'll proceed with shading and stuff.

Since July this year, there has been a crazy fad about Pokemon GO. I heard that people all over the world, young or old, are playing it all around the clock, almost every single day. Ever since then, Youtube has been loaded with tons and tons of gameplay/let's play/fanimation etc... videos about Pokemon GO. Because of that some people, and even my brother, suggested that I did a Pokemon GO video for my Youtube channel. Well, to me Pokemon is great, especially the 1st and 2nd generation. I remember being a huge Pokefan back in the years between 1999-2001 where I played Pokemon Gold/Silver and Pokemon Pinball on the Gameboy Color emulator. Over the years after that, Pokemon got less and less popular. And then fast forward until this year, there is Pokemon GO. Although I consider myself an adult and Pokemon games are meant for kids, my brother and I thought we would wanna try it out a bit when we were free - since we were both Pokemon fans. My first impression was the game looked really beautiful. Each pokemon was rendered in 3D which made every single one of them come to life and I bet that was every pokefan's wish. However, the gameplay was a lot different from other Pokemon games. Unlike the original RPGs which have its own map, Pokemon GO uses real-life locations as its map, and you move your character in the game around the map to catch Pokemon by moving yourself in real life.

Everyone's thought of it at first would definitely be like "Wow cool.." but to me, I think it is smart of Niantic but completely foolish of players/users from a practical point of view. People are willing to drive a car to a far location at 3am in the morning, or stay under the rain waiting at a spot just to what? Catch a Charmander? Or maybe to level up/power up pokemon to beat a Gym. But after you beat a Gym or have caught your pokemon then... what? If it's for nothing but that then all that time and effort it just for... that?

Well I'm not trying to be utterly negative about Pokemon GO but it's just not a practical thing in life (and probably not fun to play after you can't seem to catch your favorite rare pokemon or reach level 20 when leveling up seems almost impossible). If you are someone who has ample free time, don't really have a home and don't need to sleep, then it could be practical for you. But for normal average people it could be a detriment to life. I've heard people quitting their jobs just to play, people trespassing just to catch a type of pokemon, people playing and driving (very common) and deaths due to playing this game.

Personally, I don't feel like playing that game anymore. My brother and I have caught a bunch of pokemon but have gotten frustrated and are fed up over the process of playing it. I could go on talking about Pokemon GO because I've realized so much about this game but this is a Super Hero Clock blog. The idea of making a Pokemon GO-related video is a good one because it's a fad but part of me is still reluctant to do that. SHC Episode 2 part 2 is coming out really well and I want to finish it and move on to the next part. Maybe I'll just stall the Pokemon GO video while I work on SHC.

Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments below!

[hina-the-toaster]

Nil Admirari No Tenbin -Teito Genwaku Kitan- (Common Route - Chapter 2)

Hiii! I'm once again sharing my really rough translations of this game. I’m just doing this so others can enjoy the game easier but if anyone has a problem with me sharing these or has suggestions, please let me know :D

I’m doing this in my free time. As such, it may be a while before you get another translation. Anyways I hope this is helpful and I’ll be back with another translation hopefully soon. Please support the original game to bask in the glory of Satoi’s amazing art (〃＾▽＾〃)

A few things before:

I put Kuze as the protag’s name for translation bc that’s her given name. This would be different if you changed her name.

TW! This game contains elements that may be uncomfortable so please proceed with caution

~Chapter 2~ Called Atonement~

After last night, I could hardly sleep and I felt heavy even when the morning came

My heart refuses to accept what happened yesterday

I wasn’t very motivated to eat and I stayed in my room all the time.

Keizaburou: “My lady, would it be alright…” 

Kuze: “Gramps, is something wrong?”

Keizaburou: “Um… actually, Ozaki from yesterday came here with his boss.”

Kuze: “Eh!?”

Keizaburou: “They said they wanted to apologize for yesterday, and for coming without notice....”

Kuze: “...Apologize…”

Keizaburou: “What would you like to do? If you’re still feeling unwell, I can tell them to go back”

Kuze: “...No. I’ll go.”

-

???: “Ah”

As soon as we entered the reception room, Ozaki and the strange woman quickly got up from the sofa.

Tokimiya: “Nice to meet you, Kuze. My name is Shiori Tokimiya, I’m the director of the Search Department of the Imperial Library Information Asset Management Bureau.”

Kuze: “Nice to meet you, my name is Tsugumi Kuze.”

Tokimiya: “...I’ll make this quick”

Tokimiya: “I’m very sorry that Ozaki didn’t read the atmosphere yesterday and was rude to you.”

Hayato: “I’m very sorry!”

The two of them lowered their heads deeply together and stayed there

Tokimiya: “Truly, I really don’t know how to apologize… On that day, such a painful thing happened, and solicitation of all things…”

Tokimiya: “I deeply apologize for the mismanagement of my subordinate”

Kuze: “Oh, um… both of you, please raise your heads. I don’t mind.”

Tokimiya: “Kuze…”

Kuze: “I was surprised, that’s true… but it’s alright”

Tokimiya: “...Please take care, I’m sure it was painful.”

Besides Tokimiya, Ozaki also smiled a little embarrassed

Tokimiya: “I knew it would be rude to ask so suddenly, but…”

Tokimiya: “I thought I should apologize as soon as possible”

Kuze: “...I really don’t mind”

Hayato: “That’s good…”

Tokimiya: “It’s not good!”

Looking at the two of them interacting like that, I feel sorry for them

Kuze: (Yesterday, I thought I didn’t want to get involved anymore, but)

In my heart, I remember the confusion when Gramps brought me tea.

Kuze: (It might be good to listen to the story just a little longer)

Kuze: “Umm… If you don’t mind, would you like some tea?”

Kuze: “I would like to ask you about yesterday’s story in a little more detail.”

Tokimiya: “Kuze…”

Kuze: “It’s also something that concerns my brother… I want to understand what’s important.”

Tokimiya: “I understand. We will do our best to answer.”

Tokimiya opened her mouth after taking a sip of black tea as if it were clearing her throat

Tokimiya: “Yesterday, I think that Ozaki went ahead and explained various things, but was there anything you didn’t understand?”

I drop a lemon slice into the cup and stir it slowly with a spoon

Kuze: “I don’t know, or rather I feel like can’t believe it”

Kuze: “It’s not that I doubt Ozaki or Tokimiya, but…”

Tokimiya: “That’s a normal reaction”

Kuze: “But… If that kind of thing really exists, then in a way I can understand what happened with my brother”

Kuze: “Sudden suicide… I couldn’t think of a reason as to why”

It may be a small lie. At least Hitaki was hurt by talks of my marriage

More than anything else, I don’t want to think that’s the reason as to why he acted like that.

Tokimiya: “Let me tell you a little more about Fukuro.”

Tokimiya: “We were originally a division of the Imperial Library, whose purpose was to widely collect and store domestic and foreign books.”

Tokimiya: “Therefore, I am a public servant… Just in case”

For some reason, Tokimiya gave a wry smile.

Tokimiya: “However, there were a series of incidents that seemed to involve cursed books, and it was decided to become an independent special agency, which is what it is today.”

Tokimiya: “We’re a bit like a book police”

Kuze: “...So that’s it”

Tokimiya: “However, because it’s such a special position, the police and some politicians who are sensitive to public opinions do not like it.

I vaguely understood the meaning of Tokimiya’s wry smile earlier.

Tokimiya: “This is a bit off topic, but there are many different personalities of humans”

Kuze: “Eh? Eh…”

Tokimiya: “I get the impression that relatively sensitive people are more likely to be affected by cursed books”

Tokimiya: “I don’t know how to put it… It’s kind of like if is one is very sensitive, and the wavelength matches”

Kuze: “...Wavelength?”

Tokimiya: “Even if it is a rare cursed book, there are still various types”

Tokimiya: “I’ve seen many books, but there were times when only the relatives of the person who wrote them were affected.”

Tokimiya: “Blood ties have become that ‘wavelength’”

Tokimiya: “Of course, the reader is not the only problem”

Tokimiya: “If very strong emotions are embedded in the book, the reader may be dragged into it without any wavelengths, and it may have an effect on them.”

Tokimiya: “Such an incident… Has certainly happened”

The more I hear, the more I can’t believe it

Kuze: (If it wasn’t for Hitaki and Nabari, I might have been treated as a charlatan*...)

*Charlatan= a person who falsely claims to have a special skill/power

Tokimiya: “Regarding your younger brother, when I checked the book that was brought back yesterday, it was an author not yet in our records.”

Tokimiya: “By the way… Do you remember the name ‘Yoji Nozaki’?”

Kuze: “...Not at all”

Tokimiya: “In that case, the line of Kuze’s blood relatives or acquaintances can be ruled out”

Tokimiya: “It must have been yesterday that I finally got my hands on the cursed book that I got by chance, and luckily it was lying dormant in the library without being seen by anyone.”

Tokimiya: “Of course, neither your brother nor you are guilty”

Kuze: “...”

Come to think of it, even from an older sister’s point of view, my younger brother Hitaki seems to have a sensitive nature.

If anything, my personality is more like my father, and Hitaki is more like my mother it seems.

I’m still young, maybe it’s because of my age

Tokimiya: “Also, the case of the Prime Minister Ukai’s son that happened on the same day, was written by another author, so it seems that there is very little connection.”

Tokimiya: “Even more bad coincidences…”

Just imagining it makes me dizzy. Even if it isn’t the case for all books, they have such a terrifying effect on those who read it.

Tokimiya: “Those of us at Fukuro work strictly for the purpose of ‘collection’ and ‘storage’.”

Tokimiya: “Collected books are safely stored in special archives so that they cannot be easily touched.”

Tokimiya: “Of course, as I mentioned earlier, the fact that it is an organization derived from the library is also a big factor…”

Tokimiya: “The significance of researching the mysterious existence of cursed books is also a big factor.”

Kuze: “Research…”

Tokimiya: “Yes. Maybe the word research isn’t exactly the right word… I don’t know.”

Is it pompous or does it have implications?

Tokimiya: turned to me with a searching gaze.

Tokimiya: “As for cursed books, I hope you understood” 

Kuze: “...Yes… Just in case…”

Tokimiya: “Then, let me ask you…”

Tokimiya: “Kuze, do you think the author of the book your brother read should be punished?”

Kuze: “Eh…? Ah…”

I was at a loss for words and could only look at the two of them

Anxiety and fear about the existence of cursed books came first, and I didn’t even think about the person who would have written it.

Tokimiya: “‘Books kill people.’ It’s a strange way of saying it, but it’s not something you can think of with common sense, is it?”

I nodded slightly

Tokimiya: “Even if a serial killer writes a novel about the main character, the author will not be punished.”

Tokimiya: “Even if someone read that book and wished for death… it would be extremely difficult for the law to judge.”

Kuze: “...”

Tokimiya: “In fact, as I mentioned earlier, many government and police officials are skeptical about cursed books and our work.”

Tokimiya: “However, I do believe that their opinions will probably change a little again due to the incident with the Prime Minister’s son the other day.”

Tokimiya: “Well, it’s not unreasonable. People’s emotions and thoughts are too uncertain as evidence of a crime.”

Tokimiya: “However, as long as the incident is happening, I can’t let it go unchecked.”

At that point, Tokimiya gave a wry smile and then stared straight at me.

Tokimiya: “Since your brother got involved in this way, I think Kuze probably hates cursed books now.”

Tokimiya: “You don’t want to get involved with such things… It’s only natural to think so”

Kuze: “...”

Tokimiya smiled, as if she could see through my heart

Tokimiya: “But… on top of that, I would like to ask you again.”

Tokimiya: “Can you lend us your power?”

Kuze: “Eh…!”

Beside her, Ozaki is bowing deeply again.

Kuze: “Oh, um, but…”

Tokimiya: “I am aware that you are saying it is unreasonable. However, as expected, Kuze’s power is very valuable.”

A book wrapped in flames floats in my mind

No, it’s not on fire. It’s someone’s feelings that sway beautifully and mysteriously.

Tokimiya: “Of course, it’s true that I came to apologize for my subordinate who can’t seem to read the room.”

Tokimiya: “However, it is also true that I was asked to serve as Fukuro’s search director.”

Tokimiya: “I’m not saying this is a job without danger. Of course, there is also the possibility of being involved in some kind of incident.”

Tokimiya: “Looking for cursed books means touching people’s emotions… You may feel uncomfortable. But still…”

Tokimiya: “We believe that we have a duty to see things that cannot be judged by law.”

Kuze: “...!”

Tokimiya: “...Please, consider it…”

-

After Tokimiya and the other left, I shut myself up in my room again

The mansion was quiet. Of course, because of Hitaki’s incident, the servants have become quiet.

But more than that, it’s hard to breathe, as if you were trapped in a world with no exit

Meanwhile, I was looking at the sky from the window

-

Keizaburou: “My lady, are you ready?”

Kuze: “...What’s wrong?”

Just like in the morning, there was the sound of Gramps’s polite knocking.

Kuze: “Ah…”

As soon as the door opens, a sweet, delicious smell fills the air

*Pancake picture* 

Keizaburou: “You haven’t eaten all day today. How about having these pancakes?”

Kuze: “...Gramps”

Keizaburou: “I understand how you feel, my lady. But you shouldn’t go all day with nothing in your stomach”

Kuze: “...Sorry”

Keizaburou: “I don’t care how much, just one bite”

He put the plate on the table

Hitaki isn’t the only one who loves pancakes cooked by Gramps

It was baked into a golden brown round shape and layered into two layers, with a large piece of butter on top. It’s topped with a dark honey-like syrup.

Kuze: “Hey… Gramps”

Keizaburou: “What is it?”

Kuze: “Even if I’m gone from the mansion, I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as Gramps is here.”

Keizaburou: “My lady!?”

Kuze: “Ah…”

Kuze: “...Ah, I think I’ll go visit those people”

Keizaburou: “...”

Kuze: “I’ve been thinking about it all day today. Last night I couldn’t think about it calmly”

Kuze: “I think I’m relatively calm now…”

I smiled a little and put a knife in the pancakes

Kuze: “But… I want to put this power to use, even if it isn’t for a cool reason.

Kuze: “I… it’s a little hard to stay in this mansion.”

Keizaburou: “My lady…”

Kuze: “I thought he was… an outcast. Even if the cause of his attempted suicide was because of that creepy book, I’m sure I hurt him”

Keizaburou: “If that’s the case… It’s not just my lady’s fault. It is also my responsibility and your father’s.”

Kuze: “...”

When I put the pancakes that had been baked for me many times since I was a child, a gentle sweetness spread in my mouth.

Keizaburou: “...Actually, just a little while ago, I got a call from the hospital again.”

Kuze: “So what is his condition!?”

Keizaburou: “It seems that his high fever… will not go down”

Kuze: “...No way”

Keizaburou: “The burns themselves weren’t that bad, partly because they were over his clothes.”

Keizaburou: “However, the fever must be psychogenic…”

Kuze: “Hitaki…”

Keizaburou: “They said they would carefully monitor the situation”

Kuze: “...Alright”

I look at my plate. How many times have I eaten these pancakes with Hitaki?

Kuze: “Gramps. I have a lot of emotions right now…”

Kuze: “The feeling of wanting to make amends with Hitaki and the feeling of wanting to help those people…”

Kuze: “A feeling of wanting to run away… To somewhere that’s not here”

Kuze: “Is that cowardly?”

Keizaburou: “No… no…”

Gramps shook his head a lot

Kuze: “...”

There was one more thing- a real intention

Now that my family is in this state, if I go to work, I can at least cover my own food expenses

Keizaburou: “I understand how my lady feels… And I have no right to stop you.”

Kuze: “Gramps…”

Keizaburou: “But… That’s right. With my lady gone and Hitaki in the hospital… It’ll be a little… Lonely… No, nevermind…”

Gramps hastily pulled out a handkerchief from inside of his jacket and wiped his eyes.

Keizaburou: “Please… Let my lady decide. If anyone objects, it’s okay, I’ll take care of it then.”

- - - *Kuze CG*

Hitaki and I are very similar

Hair color, eye color, chin shape. It’s a face that looks like it got half of its characteristics from its father and mother.

Flashback Tokimiya: “We believe that we have a duty to see things that cannot be judged by law.”

Kuze: “...Hitaki”

My only brother by blood.

Hitaki read what was on my desk.

Maybe if fate had been just a little bit different, I might have been the one who was engulfed in flames.

No… If it were me, I might have felt uneasy and threw the book away. Then something like this…

Kuze: “…”

I burst into tears. This is a waste of time.

No matter how many assumptions you make, you can’t turn back time.

Kuze: “Hitaki. I really want to get out of this mansion.”

Kuze: “When you get out of the hospital… You’ll be angry.”

Kuze: “The truth is, I’m still confused and scared. But…”

Kuze: “But if I can find such a book with this strange power of mine… There will be fewer people who suffer like you.”

-Snip, Snip-

Kuze: “...Really, really, I’m scared to get involved in something like that. Remembering you from that time… it’s scary, but…”

Kuze: “But right now, I think this is what I can do… Please understand”

Kuze: “...Sorry”Kuze: “...Sorry, Hitaki”

[nicad13]

Crossroads: Chapter 7

The Recovery

Summary: Din learns more about the Force, comes to understand why he can’t trust happy thoughts, and gets to be the little spoon.

Yadier makes his wishes known. Rayne relives a bit more of Order 66 before she accepts.

Notes: Canon-compliant through Season 1, alt version of Season 2. Posting some old fic before the sequel, which will hopefully be complete by the end of Season 3. Start now so you're ready! AO3 link in the Source at the bottom.

Illustration by @catstanbulite.

Tags/Warnings: PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sexytimes

Rating: Mature

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Let’s get together to fight this Holy Armageddon So when the Man come, there will be no no doom Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner There ain’t no hiding place from the Father of creation

Bob Marley, One Love

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Rayne woke up the next morning to find that a small, green, alien baby had replaced the Mandalorian in bed with her at some point during the night. She figured out what had happened easily enough and closed her eyes once more, enjoying the easy warmth of the morning.

Enjoying sleeping somewhere other than the cramped coffin of the bunk on the ship.

After another hour or so, she woke again to the sound of Yadier’s burbling, followed by his hands plastered against her face, followed by a string of nonsense words, one of which may have been a close approximation of “frog.”

Someone was hungry.

Taking the hint, Rayne opened one eye so she could poke him in the nose with a reasonable amount of accuracy. He replied with a giggle and a raspberry.

Breakfast it was, then.

She picked him up and headed to the ship. Din had left the ramp down, testing whether the beacon would truly keep the critters out. So far so good. Rayne paused half-way up the ramp. “Permission to come aboard?” She thought maybe she heard a mumble from behind the closed door of the bunk, so she figured it was safe to proceed. She saw that the door was, in fact, closed, so she placed Yadier in his crate while she stepped into the fresher for a moment.

When she came back out, Din had made minimal progress, getting as far as opening the bunk door and poking one bare foot out.

She tried to resist. She really, really tried.

She failed.

Light as a feather, she ran a finger along the bottom of Din’s foot.

He screamed. And, with the reflexes possessed of any self-respecting Mandalorian warrior, thrashed his way back into the bunk, banging every surface with both elbows, both knees, and his head.

She poked her head around the opening with a fair amount of caution to find him sitting, curled up in the back, tangled in the sheet. She didn’t need the Force to feel the glare pounding out from the other side of the visor. “Stop that.” His tone was snappish, and she couldn’t blame him.

She did, however, smile. “That was hilarious.”

He growled at her. Good god, he growled at her. It took every ounce of self control she possessed to not burst out laughing. “Will you forgive me if I make you breakfast?”

“Yes.” His tone switched to petulant, but she’d take what she could get.

Breakfast was served, sins were forgiven, and their first full morning on Methuselah began.

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She showed him how to use her bow and he took to it easily, as he had with every other weapon he ever touched. He walked into the forest with it in his hand, quiver slung across his back, following a game trail. After two miles, he saw a spot on higher ground with a clear shot at the trail, hiked up to it, and settled down, leaning back against a tree.

When it came to the basics, hunting game was much like hunting bounties. Sometimes it was best just to pick a comfy spot and let things come to you.

The air was still but pleasant, sunlight dappling the leaf-covered ground as it filtered through the trees. After several minutes, the birds began to chirp, having grown used to his presence.

It was… nice.

He still couldn’t quite get used to things being so nice. Still couldn’t quite trust it. If it’s too good to be true…

He took a breath, trying to shake the thought. Things would get real again when they left for Coruscant. Until then, he would try to stop looking a gift blurrg in the mouth and let himself enjoy things here.

A few hours passed. He dozed off a few times. The birds chirped some more.

A decent-sized deer trotted down the trail. A buck. Big enough so that it would be a pain in the ass to carry back, but it would see them through for much of their stay. Din waited for it to stop and turn its head away before moving into position, pushing up onto a knee and nocking an arrow onto the bowstring without a sound. He pulled back on the string and took aim.

He waited, taking note of the timing of his heartbeat, the slight bump of the arrowhead with each thump, the correction back down in between. He waited for the buck to turn and face him.

It only seemed fair.

When it did, he held his breath, corrected his aim, and loosed the arrow in the gap between the beats of his heart. He heard the thwack of it hitting home and the buck sprinted twenty meters down the trail before dropping.

The birds stopped chirping.

Din sat back and waited, knowing that the buck would take off if he approached it too soon and he would spend the next hour chasing down the blood trail of an adrenaline-pumped animal. Instead, he gave it half an hour to die in peace, knowing his shot was clean. When time was up, he hauled himself to his feet, pulled his knife from his boot, and descended to the trail. His approach was silent until he reached the animal. It did not appear to be breathing, but he called out a sharp “Hey!” just to be sure.

Nothing.

He field-dressed the deer, maneuvered it over his shoulders, and carried it home.

His thoughts wandered as he walked, pondering the economy of killing something directly to eat it versus killing someone, getting paid for it, then buying something that someone else had killed and eating that. If he had to be covered in blood, it was nice that it didn’t come from a body that had been talking to him five seconds ago.

Come to think of it, it had been a good several days since anyone had tried to kill him.

It was all very quaint.

He just couldn’t trust it.

---

Rayne was up on the roof of the ship when he got back, working on the port engine cowling that had gotten damaged on their pass through the asteroid belt. Yadier was in the middle of the clearing, levitating pebbles, his toy frog, and the large bearing. When she saw the deer he laid out by the fire ring, she gave a low whistle. “Your freezer big enough for all that?”

“Barely.”

“Steak for dinner tonight?”

“Yes. What’s the radius on the beacon?”

“About fifty meters.”

Din nodded. He boarded the ship, then came back out a few moments later with an arm full of plastic bags, a small vacuum pump, and an enormous butcher knife. He disappeared into the woods to find a suitable spot to process the deer somewhere beyond the beacon radius, came back, hauled the animal over his shoulders, and slipped back into the woods again.

Something about Din’s tone was off, and his posture was stiff, almost angry. Yadier seemed to sense it, all of his pebbles and toys now on the ground, ears flat against his shoulders. When Din disappeared into the forest for the last time, the baby looked up to Rayne, his question written clearly all over his face. Don’t worry about it, kiddo, she pushed the thought to him. He’ll come around when he’s ready.

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Rayne watched Din come down from the flight deck after tucking Yadier in for the night. “All good?”

He seemed to consider for a moment, hands clenched, then approached. “Can we have a word outside?” His voice was low.

“Sure.”

She followed him down the ramp, out into the night. When he continued past the fire ring and out toward the trail by the lakeshore, she understood the reason for their little hike – he wanted to be out of whatever kind of telepathy range Yadier might have. When they were half a mile away, he stopped and turned to face her.

A meteor fell across the sky, the fire of its passage through the atmosphere reflecting off of Din’s helmet.

“We have a problem.”

She figured as much. His mood hadn’t improved since returning with the deer. “What’s up?”

“I think he’s re-wiring me.” His tone was hard, touched with anger. “He might be doing it to you, too.”

She stopped to consider. “Could be. What’s your evidence?”

“I’ve been alone for most of my life. I liked it that way. The day after I picked him up, I tried to hire Kuiil as a crewmember. I’d only known him for two days. I only knew Omera for a few weeks, but…” he shook his head, lifting his hand with his thumb and forefinger spacing a narrow gap. “I was this close to taking the helmet off and… changing everything about myself for her. Losing my soul for her. When Cara decided to stay on Nevarro, it stung way harder than it should have. I even… god… I even tried to talk a droid out of the suicide mission that wound up saving the rest of us. And now I’m standing here doing therapy hour with the enemy sorcerer I slept with after knowing her for less than three days and then convinced to leave her well-established business to guard me and my enemy sorcerer kid to get him home.” Frustrated, he turned and paced away a few meters, then paced back. “It’s not me. None of this is me.”

“Hm.”

“Anything different with you?”

“I did let a Mandalorian talk me into leaving my well-established business after I pulled the incredibly unprofessional move of sleeping with him while he was still a paying customer despite the fact that he’s wrapped in the one material in the galaxy that serves as Jedi repellent. So, yeah.”

He drew an aggravated breath. “You sound like you’re almost okay with that.”

“Getting someone to do something they really don’t want to do is hard. Yadi’s good at blunt-force stuff and simple healing, but it’s going to be a while before he can finesse getting someone to do a hard 180 without them knowing about it immediately. Pushing someone into something they’re not opposed to, or something they want to do but are holding back on, that’s easy.”

“You’re saying I wanted all this?” She could hear his Mando’a accent creeping into his voice, clipping his t’s.

“I’m saying you weren’t against it. Your situation demanded that you get more help from other people, so you did the reasonable thing and got it.”

“Yes. But I liked it. I never liked working with people before.”

“Maybe you found better people to work with this time around.”

He shook his head. “Nothing else explains your change in behavior.”

She shrugged. “You did happen to catch me at a moment when I was bored and…” She bit back on the word “lonely,” uncomfortable with that admission on the heels of Din’s sudden reclamation of solitude. It gave her a moment to think back on the state of his brain structure when she had healed his skull fracture. She hadn’t had a lot of time to poke around in those moments, but had noticed the structural abnormalities that were the result of long-term trauma. She wondered what the best way to get at this was. “Did you like being alone before?”

“Before what?”

Before your life turned into a complete shitshow. She tried again. “Would it surprise you to learn that a life full of violence can alter your brain structure in ways that make it difficult to form connections with other people, and you have those altered structures?”

He tilted his head, putting it together. “I’m following.”

“Let’s say Yadier is re-wiring you. Chances are this is just another form of healing. He’s not manipulating you. He’s fixing you.”

Din turned away again. “It’s that easy?” The words grated out through his teeth, angry. “Change the way I think, the way I feel, just tear out the old wiring and shove new stuff in? Like I’m some droid?”

“Did you object to it so much when the wiring was getting damaged?”

“I don’t like it either way. I don’t like being… programmed. I watched you talk Stormtroopers out of their orders. I watched you put an entire platoon of them flat on their backs. God knows what Yadier’s doing to me. I don’t like being in a place like this and feeling like I can’t trust it because it’s all too good to be true.”

“You had a few moments of happiness and you’re worried that what you’re feeling isn’t real.”

“Yes.”

She took his left hand and pulled his glove off, stuffing it in his belt. Closing her eyes, she brought his forefinger to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it. After a moment, she took his finger in her mouth. His breath hitched as her tongue made promises he knew damn well she could keep. After a few minutes, she withdrew his finger, opened her eyes, met his gaze through the visor, placed his hand at her hip, and confirmed the effectiveness of her work with a hand at the hard length of him.

“That feels real enough.”

He turned and led her back to the campsite.

Hard. Soft. Warm. Tender. All of it real.

In the moments after, with all the impurities of doubt wrung out of him, he had gotten to the roots of his discomfort.

“I was… difficult, today.”

“Yeah, you were.” She smiled as she said it, and allowed him to pull her in close by way of apology. “Have it figured out, yet?”

“Yes.” His tone shifted to melancholy.

“And?”

He turned over, facing away from her but pulling her arm around with him so she was tight against his back, flattening her hand against his chest. She held him, feeling the air move through his lungs as he spoke of his childhood.

“The Mandalorians brought me to the covert and tried to place me in a family. They brought me to my new parents and I refused to speak to them. I already had parents. They were dead. I didn’t… want anyone to replace them. They wouldn’t just let me… It didn’t work out. Didn’t work out with the next five families. So I gave up. Decided I wasn’t wired for it anymore. They put me in the Fighting Corps instead.”

She tightened her hold on him, on this man who had likely been stolen as a child, only to find himself unwanted by his captors, passed around, then placed into the very war machine that had stolen him and destroyed his wiring in the first place. If he had, in fact, been stolen, that he was totally unaware of it all… it made her heart ache to think of it. To know this piece of him that he wasn’t even aware of, to withhold it because she had no idea how to tell him, knowing it would break him in half…

“I didn’t want to pretend to be something I wasn’t,” he continued. “I hated it when they did it to me and I didn’t want to be that. I didn’t want the kid… I didn’t want Yadier to think I was… I tried to manage his expectations.”

“That worked out well.”

He huffed out something between a laugh and a sob. “Yeah. I thought that part of me… the part that wanted a family… I thought that part of me was dead. Now it’s… back, and I… a different part of me hates how it feels.”

She held his hand with a gentle grip, accepting this part of him.

“I hate how it feels because I know I’ll just have to kill it again when I give him up.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. We have other things to do first that require you to be his father. Enjoy him while you can. People come and go from our lives all the time. It sucks when they leave, but that’s not a reason to pretend like they were never there. Life is better when you let other people into it.”

“You’ve done fine on your own for the last five years.”

“You understand how careful I have to be about who I’m with, right?” She felt his hand tighten around hers. It hadn’t occurred to him, but he understood when it was brought to his attention. “It’s not just about my own safety. Whoever else knows what I am... they’re at risk, too. Not a lot of people are up for that.”

He threaded his fingers through hers, realizing the implications of her choosing to be with him. She trusted him with her secret. She trusted his ability to handle the dangers that came along with connecting to someone who was a member of a group that was hunted to the edge of extinction. Qualifications that a vanishingly small number of people could meet. An exact reflection of his trust in her.

He finally realized that he wasn’t alone.

He didn’t have to be alone.

He didn’t want to be alone. For reasons that made sense, regardless of what his son was doing to him. Even if this was Yadier’s work, he understood that his son was doing nothing more than trying to restore what he once had.

Again, he realized that you sometimes don’t realize how broken something was until it got fixed. Sometimes, when it got fixed, you were afraid to take it back out just to break it again. But after a while, you remembered what it was like to have it, and you realized you were so tired of life without it, and it was enough to make you take the risk with it once more.

He pressed back against her, his skin to hers, absent of his own armor but finally trusting the armor she carried with her all along. He drew in a breath, held it, and let it out in his response.

“I’m glad you’re with us.”

He felt her lips press against his spine just above his shoulder blades. Warm. Soft. “I’m glad, too.”

He made it all the way through the night with her under the stars.

---

They began to settle into a routine. A light breakfast. Rayne would go for a run, taking Yadier with her in his crate as it repulsed along behind her. Din would get some helmet-free time in the sun while they were out, then swim once he got warm enough. He would forage for greens and fruit when they came back and did some Force-training in the clearing, usually some version of Yadier Force-throwing stones at Rayne while she was blindfolded, swatting them apart with her lightsaber. After the first week, Din would pitch in with harder throws and bigger rocks, encouraging Yadier along. Rayne and Din would trade off with the saber so that he could get a feel for it, though they lacked anything capable of sparing with it. Rayne and the baby would follow training with a swim. After lunch, in the heat of the day, the guys hit the rack for a nap while Rayne picked a spot to meditate, sometimes in the forest, sometimes on the beach, wherever it seemed easiest to reach out to the Force and listen. Later in the afternoon, Din would sit in the shade at the edge of the forest with Yadier and read to him, splitting the time evenly between Basic and Mando’a, while Rayne would hole up in the ship and work on the fob scramblers. One more swim for all of them together before dinner, more of a wade for Din, not wanting to have to deal with a submerged helmet if he didn’t have to. Din and Rayne prepped dinner together, learning to work around each other in the cramped galley as needed, grilling over the fire whenever possible. Din still took his meals alone on the ship. After dinner, they would turn Yadier loose on the shoreline to splash around and chase tadpoles against the blazing sky of the setting sun, reasonably sure that he wouldn’t decimate the frog population on a full belly. The stars would come out, and sometimes the spotchka would follow, Din suffering through the ridiculousness of drinking it through a straw, something he would never do before anyone else. When the baby finally wore himself out, they took turns putting him to bed, bundling him into his crate and, most nights, put him up on the flight deck where he could still see the stars. Most nights, they lay together at the edge between the clearing and the forest, watched the stars turn, watched the meteors fall, traced the lines of strengthening muscle, and unwound in the ways they best knew how. Most nights, hours later, Yadier would reach out with his mind, and they took turns gathering him up to bring him back outside to snuggle in between them.

Rayne discovered that many things were, in fact, rituals for Din.

Beskar was inspected and cleaned after dinner every evening. Helmet first, by himself on the ship, and then he would come out to join her and Yadier for the rest of it. Gloves off, he would detach each piece, turn it over in his hands, run his fingers over every surface. Only the first time around had he found any damage that required attention. From the blaster bolts that caught the back of his helmet and backplates when they had made their escape from Rayne’s planet. The marks left behind weren’t so much damage as they were simply new cosmetic imperfections, but they did require treatment to render the beskar once more impermeable to the elements. A simple matter of polish application and removal. Deformities in the surface remained, but were sealed. Once passing inspection, each piece was re-attached before moving to the next. Every evening.

Next, the knife was honed on the days it was used, which was most. He floated the honing steel over his knees, running his blade over it from heel to tip, aligning its edge, the ring of it sounding out through the clearing.

The Amban hung unused in its place by the door to the flight deck. His sidearm only left its holster when disrobing. Even so, they were disassembled and cleaned once a week.

Even in the moments before intimacy, the reverent detaching of the armor, placing it in its drawer if they were on the ship or stacking it neatly if they were outside, held a sense of worship for him.

It all had a sense of utility about it, the care of these objects that his survival depended on. In contrast to the helmet rules and resulting disruption in meals, going through these motions seemed to calm him, bring focus to his thoughts, center his mind. Religion, in this manner, almost seemed to make sense for Rayne, who had abandoned most of what she had learned of Jedi mysticism with the exception of meditating on the Force, the only thing she could really feel, the only thing that bore evidence of its existence.

In this, the attention to the details of the tools of war and defense, the Mandalorians and the Jedi were not so different.

---

One evening, sitting by the fire after dinner as they watched Yadier splash around on the shore, their conversation drifted back to the issue of using the Force for mind control and influence.

“Would you like a demonstration?” Rayne asked.

Din tilted his head, hearing the challenge in her tone. “Maybe. What are the terms?”

“One easy one, one hard one. Easy one first. You tell me to stop as soon as it’s too much for you. I’ll have to take a peek in your head first, but I promise to stick to surface stuff.”

“Deal.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

“Actually, hang on,” he interrupted. “I’ll be right back.” He got up, strolled back to the ship, and went up the ramp. He returned a minute later and sat down with a sigh. “Ok. Ready.”

She laughed, looking out to the lake, unable to face him directly, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “That was it.”

Again, the head tilt, followed by a slow turn to the ship, then back to her. “Seriously?” His voice was low, like he couldn’t decide if he was angry or amused.

But definitely not “pissed.” Absolutely anything but that.

“What?” She turned her palms up in innocence, laughing. “You were about ten minutes out from that anyway, so it was the first thing I found in your head. Thought the hard one might be better for you on an empty tank, so, you’re welcome.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. It had been frighteningly normal, and proved her point. He’d had no idea she’d pushed him into it. “Okay. I’m ready for the hard one.”

“You sure? You’re not gonna like it.”

“I’m sure.”

“Say ‘stop’ when you’ve had enough.”

“Okay.” He watched as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees, head down. After a moment, his hands lifted of their own accord and moved to the sides of his helmet. “Whoa...” He fought it, fought her, and his arms locked up. For a few moments, he was frozen, battling against the unseen Force acting on his body. His arms moved again as he began to lose that battle, and his thumbs slid along the lower edge of his helmet. “Whoa, whoa, ok, stop.”

The Force vanished and he yanked his hands away from his head.

“See the difference?”

“Yes.” He took a few hard breaths. “How hard were you trying?”

She shrugged. “I was at about ten percent when you said to stop.”

He shook his head. He’d been at ninety-five by the time he’d tapped the brakes. Even when it came to one of his greatest moral imperatives, she could overpower him with ease. “I thought you said getting someone to do something they really didn’t want to do was hard.”

“Without them knowing they’re getting Forced, yeah, that’s hard. Making them think they’re doing it out of their own free will takes a lot of skill. I have a fair amount of practice with it.” He nodded, remembering how she handled the Stormtroopers. “I blunt-forced it with you just now so you’d know what was going on.”

“How hard would it be for you to make me think I’d want the helmet off?”

She didn’t answer immediately, seeming to consider. After several moments, she met his gaze through the visor. “Maybe we shouldn’t look into that one too hard.”

---

Din threw two handfuls of rocks at her, one after the other, Yadier doing the same. Reading their intensions, Rayne pulled the lightsaber through all of it, feeling the vaporized dust against her skin where the blindfold didn’t cover her face.

Din stepped back and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Rayne asked as she pulled the blindfold off.

“This is too easy for you. I’m bored.”

She smiled, deactivating the saber. “How may I entertain you instead?”

He did a slow turn, casting his gaze about the clearing, until he settled on the Razor Crest. He considered for a moment, then shrugged. What could go wrong? “Lift the ship.”

She lifted an eyebrow to start, her expression dubious. “No promises, but I’ll give it a shot.” She approached the Crest until they were about twenty meters from the port ramp, Din behind her with Yadier in his arms. Rayne closed her eyes , bowed her head, and raised her left arm.

She reached out tentatively at first, gathering the ship with the Force, feeling for the lift surfaces, the points that would best withstand the haul without tearing the ship apart. Once she had a handle on that, she raised her other hand, and began to lift.

Din heard the creak of the hull, heard the shift of stone as the landing gear unweighted.

Heard the snap of the primary com antenna as it broke off and went sailing over the lake.

“Dammit…”

“I got it,” Rayne countered as she reached out with her right arm, Force-caught the antenna before it hit the water, and brought it back. By the time it was in her hand, the ship had settled back onto its landing gear. She turned to face him and shrugged.

Yadier reached out to her, babbling a long string of nonsense, and Din handed him over after she set the antenna on the ground. Rayne took him, noting his attention focused on the ship. “I think he wants to give it a shot, but I don’t want him tearing the ship apart. I might be able to channel him through me. Between his power and my skill, we could probably do it.”

Din considered. Yadier had gotten stronger over the last few weeks; things that used to tire him out quickly now seemed to have little effect on him, just like any other kind of exercise. “Sure. Just don’t let him hurt himself.”

“No problem.” Rayne turned the baby so he was facing her, and she met his all-encompassing gaze. “Whaddya say, kiddo? Be my battery? We’ll lift your dad’s ship?”

Yadier smiled.

“Ok, then.” She held him in her left arm and extended her right, once again reaching out to the ship, feeling for the best places to pick it up, feeling the baby at the back of her mind, watching, learning, ready.

Now.

The ship creaked once more and the landing gear groaned as a hundred tons of steel lifted off of it.

And the Razor Crest hovered ten meters off the ground.

Din’s face went slack under the helmet. His eyes flicked from his ship to his son, secure in Rayne’s arm, eyes closed, serene with his head tucked under her chin, his hands flat against her shoulders. For her part, Rayne’s eyes were also closed as she took long, deep breaths, working hard, but not terribly so, steady, solid. Din looked back to the Razor Crest, silent, floating.

“Ok. I’ve seen enough.”

Rayne exhaled as she uncurled her fingers and lowered the Crest to its gear with a gentle release. Yadier relaxed as she turned back to Din. “Still bored?”

“Nope.”

---

Yadier was having an absolute blast.

During the day, he loved the lake and swimming and the frogs and the sun on his face.

During the night, he loved the light and warmth of the fire and the glow of the fireflies and the stars in his eyes.

He loved when his father read to him and taught him words. He learned to call his father buir. He knew it wasn’t his father’s name, not like how Yadier was his name, but it was what you called the people who took care of you. His father liked it when he called him buir. He couldn’t see the smile behind the mask, but he could feel it, and he loved to make his father happy.

He loved when his father’s friend took him for runs through the forest, to watch the trees flow by. He loved when she brought out the glowing sword and he could play with the Force with her.

Lifting the ship was so much fun, even if it did tire him out. She told him maybe they could do it again later, but not to try it without her until he watched her do it a few more times. They were stronger than the ship was, and they had to be careful not to break it.

Sometimes they meditated together. This was less fun, but she taught him that this was where their power came from. This was how they could understand it better. Most of that sailed right over his head, but he understood there was something important about it. She told him they had to be careful, about not hurting other things or other people. She also told him to be careful about other voices he might hear, to let her know if anything reached to him through the Force. He knew there was more she wasn’t telling him, that she didn’t really know how. But he knew she wanted him to be safe.

And so he began to call her buir as well.

His father took good care of him. So did his mother.

Her reaction was not the same as his father’s. She didn’t seem to know what it meant. She just gave him a puzzled smile and continued with the lesson.

That was ok. His father would help her figure it out sooner or later.

---

Din came down the ladder from the flight deck, turned, and saw them both curled on the bunk, sound asleep in the rainy afternoon. Rayne was on her side and the kid was tucked under her chin, tiny arms wrapped around her arm that was in turn wrapped around him.

He leaned against the bulkhead, thoughts drifting to earlier in the day, spent inside the ship on the one day of thunder and rain. She had been teaching Yadier deflection; Force-tossing tools through the air at him, having him repel them and hold them all aloft. He’d managed it until there had to have been fifty bits of metal hanging in the air and he’d dropped them all, collapsing with the exhaustion of fine-tuned control. He’d reached up to her, the word buir squeaking out. Mother. He’d called her mother. She hadn’t understood it, thinking it was part of his usual babbling, scooping him up, calling him verd’ika in return. Little warrior. “You did so well,” she had said, holding him close. “You’re getting so strong.” Holding him in one arm, she’d picked up the tools, showing him where they all went. “Next time you’ll be strong enough to help me put this all away.” The kid had replied with a raspberry. Don’t get your hopes up.

He called her mother. Of all the Mando’a she knew, the word for parent was absent from her vocabulary.

It made his heart ache.

Now, she began to twitch in her sleep, the muscles in her legs and jaw clenching and releasing, her brow furrowing. She’d woken Din up in the middle of the night more than once with this kind of thing, claiming vivid dreams. Dreams. Nightmares. It was all the same. He watched as the kid managed to turn over in her grasp and reached up to her jaw with one hand, a tiny groan escaping his throat. She stilled a moment later, and the kid settled back down.

Din slid down to a lower rung on the ladder and sat on it, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He called her mother. He was also apparently alleviating her nightmares. Had he been doing the same thing to him? Din thought maybe he had. He called her mother.

The only other person to serve anything near to a caretaker role to Yadier lay dead on Nevarro. Din had buried him himself. Kuiil had done his best to protect the child and paid for it with his life. Would Rayne pay the same price? Would Din have to bury her, too?

I’d have put your Amban through your throat. Her words to him after knowing him for less than two days, if she’d discovered anything sufficiently nefarious on his ship. She hadn’t been joking. He had no doubt as to her ability to do it, either. She may not be a Jedi in title, but, dammit, she had it in her. Under the clumsiness and cover of a respectable living, the Force burned inside of her. It burned through her, and when he lay with her, shed of the beskar, he could feel it burn through him, wrap itself around his spine, creep up the back of his neck until it reached his helmet, held at bay there, surging at his throat, ready to blow his mind if he ever dared take the bucket off.

She wouldn’t admit it, but she was a warrior. Not a soldier; she lacked trained discipline. But she was strong. Fierce when she needed to be. His people had clashed with hers in the past, but for now, the two of them, together, could shepherd the little boy he had found to safety, the little boy that they both knew could be the key to saving this godforsaken shitpile of a galaxy.

She could more than hold her own.

She was worthy of being the mother of his son.

She was worthy of the signet Din bore on his shoulder.

Three. We can be a clan of three.

The thought grabbed him by the throat and wouldn’t let go. He knew it’d been there for a while now, its seed planted in his gut that first night he’d led her to his bed, wondering what the hell he was doing in one half of his mind, knowing damn well what he was doing in the other half.

Decision made, he took a deep breath, stood up, and went back up the ladder, wondering how exactly one went about inviting a woman with the blood of the Jedi coursing through her veins into a Mandalorian clan.

---

“Join me on the flight deck.” His tone was light, almost hopeful, and she wondered what could be so interesting up there.

She followed him up the ladder and watched as he pulled up a crew manifest. “You actually have a crew manifest? How law-abiding of you.”

His only response was to shrug and step aside so she could read it:

Spacecraft Designation: Razor Crest

Spacecraft Registration: [dynamic]

Owner/Captain: Djarin, Din

Engineer/SIC: Rollins, Rayne

Passenger: Rollins-Djarin, Yadier

Her first response was a small laugh at his workaround for the ship not being registered anywhere and to make a mental note to investigate it further. Her second response was suppressing a snort at being second-in-command of the two adults on the ship.

Her eye hung on the last entry.

She took a long, slow breath. “Din, you can’t just-”

“Wasn’t my decision.”

“He decided on his own last name?”

“He called you buir today.”

“He keeps saying that. What does it mean?”

“When he says it to me, he means father.”

Rayne froze. She was familiar enough with Mando’a to know that it was a gender-neutral language. So when Yadier had said it to her…

Din tilted his head. You ok in there?

“He called me mother.”

“Yes.”

“Did you teach him to do that?”

“Nope.”

Not trusting her legs, she sank into the starboard jump-seat, gaze focused somewhere outside through the windscreen.

Din took a seat in the pilot chair and swiveled it to face her. “You’re unhappy about this.”

“No. I’m just unqualified for this.”

He leaned forward, taking her hands in his. “You’re more qualified to be his parent than I am. You’ve taught him more about himself over the last three weeks than I have in a year. You’ve taught me more about him than I learned on my own in a year. You know what goes on in his head. You’ve taught him how to handle it all. You’ve taught him how to harness what he has. You put your whole life on hold to help him.”

“That makes me a good teacher. That’s not the same thing as being a mother.”

“I see how he looks at you. I see how you look at him. Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t feel it.”

“That’s not… I’m not saying that.”

“What is it, then?”

She took a long, slow breath, elbows on her knees, pulling her hands away to thread her fingers through her hair and rest her forehead in her palms, speaking to the floor. “My first rite of passage as a Jedi… we each had to face our greatest fear.”

“Yes.” Din remembered when she had sketched it out to him earlier, how she had found the crystal that formed the core of her lightsaber. Unable to hold her hands, he placed his feet on either side of hers. “You succeeded.”

“… Yes…”

Her pause was longer than he expected. “What happened, Rayne?”

A long breath, in and out, followed by more silence.

“What did you see?”

“People dying because of my inaction. Children dying because of my inaction.”

“It came to pass.”

A shorter pause this time, and her fingers bent into the curls at the top of her head. “Yeeaaahhh…” The syllable was drawn out, shaken. Another breath, and she continued. “The night we got back.”

“Order 66.”

He watched her nod to the floor. “I crawled through the vent shaft to the nursery. Where the toddlers were.”

Din saw where this was going. He pulled his gloves off and shifted off of his seat to take a knee before her, threading his fingers through hers while at the same time careful to avoid touching her with the helmet. “You don’t have to say it.” His voice was low and soft over the modulator.

“You need to know,” she responded, her fingers tightening around his. “You need to know that I couldn’t save them.” Her words were spoken around tears, now, apparently the one memory she had been unable to disassociate herself from, the one memory that evoked everything that came with it upon the first telling. “You need to know that I hid in that fucking shaft and did nothing while I watched twenty toddlers get slaughtered.” Her breaths came in long, shuddering draws.

“Hey…” He pulled her to him, not entirely sure what the right thing to do here was, knowing she didn’t like the feel of the beskar, not knowing if she would even notice in this moment, holding her there on the floor of the flight deck. “You were ten, Rayne. There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

“The way it happened… the person who did it… I’d fail again today. There’s no way I could save them. Even today.”

“Hey…” he said again, pulling away a little this time, just enough so he could look her in the eye. “It’s not just you anymore. Whatever happens next, I’m with you. It’s both of us. And Yadier’s not helpless. You’ve seen to that. You’ve protected us in ways no one else ever could. You’ve taught Yadier to protect himself. I will protect both of you with my life.”

She met his gaze through the visor, the blue of her eyes reflecting the beskar of his armor. “I never had a mother. I don’t really know how to be one.”

“Remember what you told me back at the hangar?”

That almost got a smile out of her. “I told you a lot of things back there.”

“You said babies need affection, to be talked to, played with, and loved. You do all of that with him just fine. You also said he was a good judge of character. As far as he’s concerned, you’re his mother. I’m not inclined to argue with him.”

Rayne stopped herself half-way through an eye-roll and smiled. “I never expected you to use my own words against me.”

“Easier with yours than mine.”

She flattened her hands against his helmet, just above the visor, and rested her head against them. He leaned into her, glad for her adaptation into the gesture as she breathed into it. “Well, that was the worst job interview I’ve ever had.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Offer still stands. Not sure the boss will take no for an answer.”

“What happens when we find his people?”

“Nothing changes. I’ll always be his father. You’ll always be his mother.”

She dropped one hand to the pauldron on his right shoulder, tracing the mudhorn sigil there. “Does it matter that I’m not Mandalorian?”

“No. You follow enough of the Resol’nare to qualify.”

“Six Acts?”

“Six Actions. First is to wear armor. You carry yours around in the form of the Force all the time. Next is to speak Mando’a. Defend yourself and your family. Contribute to the clan. Raise your children as Mandalorians. Fight for the cause of Mandalore.”

“About those last two…”

“Four out of six is fine. Our clan, our rules.”

“So this makes me part of the clan?”

“Yes.”

He watched as she closed her eyes, forehead still against her hand against his helmet. Waited as she worked through the implications. “Is this… is this all from him, or…”

“I want it, too. We both want you in our family.”

He watched as her lips formed around the last word, appearing to have as much trouble saying it out loud as he used to. With a final sigh, she sat up, meeting his gaze. “Where do I sign?”

“Nothing to sign. Just say the words of the gai bal manda.”

“Name and soul.”

“Yes.”

“What are the words?”

“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad.” Din took a sharp breath, suddenly realizing that perhaps when he had spoken the words to his son, sometime during those first delirious days after Nevarro, they may not have counted. “And then you say his name.”

He watched again as Rayne’s lips traced over the translation. I know your name as my child. “Um… Din…”

He took a long, deep sigh. “Yeah. I think I need a do-over.”

They descended the ladder to find Yadier in his crate, sitting up and playing with his rubber frog. He reached up, asking to be held, the word “Buir?” squeaking out of him.

Din picked him up and sat on the edge of the bunk with him in his lap while Rayne went to the back of the hold to retrieve a chair. “I screwed up last time, kiddo,” he said. “This only works if you have a name.” He waited for Rayne to get settled. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Din took a breath, running a finger along his son’s ear, feeling something tighten in his chest as the baby looked at him with those enormous eyes. “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Yadier.” He brought his forehead to the baby’s, holding him there for a moment before pulling back.

Yadier looked up at him and smiled, burbling. “Buir!”

Din tilted his head and nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. Your turn.” He handed her his son.

Rayne held him in her lap, regarding him with a serious expression. “Your dad says you want me to be your mom. You sure about this?”

“Buir!” he repeated, looking directly at her.

“All right then.” She looked up to Din for a moment. He remained still. Silent. Sensing no objection, she looked back down to the kid. “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Yadier.” Following Din’s lead, she placed a kiss at the top of her son’s head.

And just like that, Rayne was a mother.

They were a family.

Din saw that his hands were shaking and he clenched his fists on his knees. After all the families that had declined him as a child, after instead being raised in the Fighting Corps, after believing for so long that he was incapable of having a family, incapable of being a father, destined for a solitary existence, now, finally, at an age where many Mandalorians who survived this long were just reaching the grandparent stage, he had a son of his own. He was a father. His son had a mother.

Rayne laughed. “We’re in our mid-forties and our son is six years older than we are.”

Din sighed. “He better grow up quick.”

---

The next day, he handed her a bullet casing, clearly ornamental, made of beskar, strung on a short length of leather. “Open it,” he said.

She unscrewed the flat end and pulled out the contents.

A small lock of hair, dark brown, almost black, bound with a black elastic, just long enough to betray a loose curl. She held the elastic end in one hand as she ran the fingers of the other along the length of it. Feeling how soft it was.

“I thought it might even the score a little,” he said.

She slipped the lock back into the casing and closed it. “Finally cut your hair.” She smiled.

“I did.”

“Thank you,” she said as she fastened the leather around her neck, the casing lying just below the hollow of her throat.

He tilted his head at the sight of her wearing beskar, understanding what it meant for her to accept it, to wear it against her skin. He hooked one of his fingers around one of hers. “Thank you for wearing it.”

She ran her free hand through what had become shaggy lengths on the back of her head. “Mine’s getting too long, too.”

“You can borrow my clippers if you want.”

“I’ve never done it myself.”

“I can do it,” he offered.

Her expression was dubious.

“I can’t promise I’ll do it well,” he clarified. “You keep yours shorter than mine and I’ve been doing this for thirty years.” He shrugged.

“Oh, what the hell.”

Five minutes later she found herself standing in the middle of the hold of the ship, naked so that she wouldn’t get her clothes full of hair, Din running his clippers up the back of her head. He took two passes, pulled the clippers away, and paused. “Huh. Woops.”

“What?”

“Kidding.”

She sighed.

“You deserved that for tickling me.”

“You hold a grudge, don’t you?”

“I do.” His tone held a smile, though, and when he was done, she checked the results in the mirror in the fresher.

Not a terrible job, all things considered.

He swept up while she got dressed, and when she returned, he was holding one of her locks, already bound in elastic. “May I keep this?” he asked.

Her expression clouded over, thinking back to the Padawan braid she never had the chance to grow out, never had the chance to sever had she ever made it to become a Knight. Something that might have otherwise happened about twenty years ago. Would she have kept it? Would she have given it to him in this moment?

He mis-read her pause. “Is this creepy? This is creepy. I’m s-”

“No, it’s fine.” She smiled. “You just get to see it every day.”

“I… should have explained. Mandalorian parents exchange these when they adopt children or bear their own. Makes up for the helmet.”

No, it doesn’t. “So, even when they’re married, they don’t…”

“No. Only in the dark. Our secrecy is our survival.” He paused, lowering his gaze to the second casing he had pulled out, turning it over in his fingers. “This is the Way.”

This is insane. Of course he was raised with the most fundamentalist upbringing Mandalore could possibly cook up in its stew of civil war and political factions. Of course the product of such upheaval would come to adopt the most powerful Force user in the galaxy. It made his admission of her into their clan all the more remarkable.

“Yes, you can keep it.”

“Thank you.” His tone was quiet as he slipped the lock of her hair into the casing and strung it around his neck, tucking it under the cowl.

Din had missed the weight of the Mythosaur, had missed the press of beskar against his throat. Having it back again felt good.

For so long, he thought he would never wear such a thing. A buir’ruk. A parent stone. A vessel containing a small piece of the mother of his son. It grew warm against his skin in seconds, and he hooked one of Rayne’s fingers with one of his own, head still bowed. “Thank you,” he repeated.

She took his other hand in hers. “You’re welcome,” she murmured.

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Last day.

Rayne had completed and tested the fob scramblers with success. Yadier’s was embedded into the back of the Mythosaur pendant. Din’s was wired into the inside of back of his helmet.

They were free.

Din was sitting in the shade, a small can of paint at his foot, chestplate in his lap as he brushed red paint onto it. Earth-toned red. The color of his old armor. The color of dried blood.

Rayne brought her own chair into the shade and sat before him. “What’s up?”

“Bare beskar would be too conspicuous on Coruscant. Camouflage is in order.”

“Does the color mean anything?”

“Yes.”

He let the silence stretch for a while as Rayne watched him work. She didn’t press him to elaborate. When he was done with the chestplate, he set it aside to dry, and picked up his left thigh guard. “Red is in honor of my parents.” His tone was soft.

“Would you like any help?”

“No, thank you.” He pulled the brush through the length of the guard. “But I would like you to stay.”

“Okay.”

She stayed with him for the next hour as he bent over the armor and painted. Quiet.

Together.

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Their last night on Methuselah. The sky rained down with meteors. The fireflies blinked. The cicadas buzzed. The frogs peeped.

She lay in his arms, under the stars, thinking of the number six.

The Resol’nare. The Six Actions.

The scars of six thin lines above his knee.

The scars in his mind, not quite healed over, but better than they were.

She wondered. How much he had taken.

How much more he could yet stand to take.

[ebitenpura]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thank you for the tag @cinlat, I completely forgot about this until I saw another moot do it! OTL

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope! My names were unique to me as far as I know, though the closest I can say is that my mom saw the English name on a clothing brand and thought it sounded nice.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago after finishing the Agent story because of the emotional ending which is embarrassing to admit but I already wailed for 3 days straight on here so it's no news to anyone ahahaha.

3. Do you have kids?

I am the kid.

Just kidding. No, I only have my dog which my mom frequently calls my baby.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I think so? Like the "road work? I sure HOPE it does" kind, and mostly to myself or to bully one of my best friends instead. Sarcasm is fun to use in good spirit.

5. Favorite time of day?

It's a tie between morning and night excluding 12 am - 7 pm because those are my free hours, and I always look forward to my coffee and wind-down routine.

6. Eye color?

Brown! But I've been told they can change even darker in certain circumstances. I love dark eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Hoo. Depends on the mood: I'm a huge horror buff as a goth, but there's so many bad horror movies that I end up laughing at instead and life is so full of sorrows that sometimes I want to feel good, you know? Scary with a happy ending though...now that's a rare treat.

8. Any special talents?

Is sleeping a lot a talent- *shot* I don't uh. I don't know. What counts as a special talent?

9. Where were you born?

This one's a little personal so let's just say south-central of US of A. Unfortunately.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, gaming, watching anime and other interesting shows, reading, yadda yadda, a lot of sedentary stuff. There's probably more I can say to this but I can't think of them off the top of my head. I like visiting new food places and reviewing them as well.

11. Do you have any pets?

A shih-tzu and a terrapin turtle, my beloved creachers. My dog is my best friend, and he has a such a unique personality that he makes every day with him a joy; my friends joke he's like an alien or a cartoon creature/nintendog come to life. My turtle is honestly just as strange, given she's the most active turtle I've ever seen.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I've dabbled in a lot in the past, but never stuck to many due to my condition. I can say the ones I keep now are surfing, though! It's my favorite sport/hobby even if I can't do it regularly. Others include fencing, archery, Tae Kwon Do, swimming, hip hop on occasion, and basketball. Wow, that's a lot of combat.

13. How tall are you?

5'8.5", I've recently caught up to/surpassed my dad but he's in denial. Being tall is nice because I always make fun of my shorter friends who all proceed to stack on each other like gnomes and then hit me (figuratively).

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and History, though my experiences with them were always a mixed bag depending on the teacher. Sometimes I liked them the least just because of how they were taught.

15. Dream job?

Yeesh. I've struggled with that question all my life; I'm still looking for the answer, and it'd really be anything that offers me security while not killing me out of stress. I think coding or writing full-time would be a dream for me, however unlikely.

Tagging: Whoever looks at this ;) *smacks you* you're it.

[losthomunculus]

Online Safety Relevant to the Current State of the Internet

On twitter I made a tweet about how online safety lessons in school can be very out of touch but that the advice of people who are familiar with the current internet shouldn't be disregarded. So here's my informal collection of online safety tips

Sources: unrestricted internet access since elementary school (not recommended), being a formerly involuntarily home bound person for several years that amassed way too much online experience

This could possibly hold upsetting reminders to people who had bad experiences online including mentions of grooming and emotional manipulation so please proceed with caution!

Information Sharing

Make an online pseudonym for public profiles and websites.

Don’t feel like you have to list everything about you for the world to see.

Sometimes it’s not a question of “can this information be used to locate and identify me irl?”, but simply “do I want this information publicly available and linked to my online persona?”

Unlike offline, being online leaves a constant trail of who you were accessible at all times. People are constantly growing and changing. Try to limit the information you share so you can ditch that trail and start over if need be.

Sharing information with people you make friends with and trust is a judgement call on your part, but always be on the safe side and be protective of your information.

Start as cautious as possible with online safety. Any risks or judgement calls can come later when you are 1. aware of the risks, 2. ready to address them if they occur, and 3. have gathered plenty of information instead of doing something blindly and hoping for the best.

Do not share your triggers publicly, they can very easily be used against you. Instead use websites with a large amount of filtering options to curate your online experience. If you are going to share them, only do it privately with people you trust.

Importance of Boundaries

It doesn’t matter how mature you are, don’t enter age limited spaces you don’t qualify for. It’s disrespectful to the boundaries of the people who made that space. Boundaries like this exist for the comfort of both sides involved.

Just because you can “handle it” doesn’t mean it’s good for you. Desensitization is not something to brag about.

Venting or making r18 posts as a minor on a public account is VERY dangerous. Intense emotional vulnerability is something manipulators will look for as a way to get to you. The same with sexual jokes to develop your comfort talking about those topics casually and eventually escalating the situation. If you are going to talk about such things please keep that in private conversations with people you trust in your age group.

Note the difference between public and private online space. Tweeting something on a public account is not the same as having a conversation in the cafeteria with your friends.

If an adult tries talking to you about r18, run the other way. Doesn’t matter how cool you are, it says something weird about THEM if they’re willing to talk to a minor about that stuff.

If someone( like 3+ years, honestly depends on how old you are) older than you wouldn't be comfortable saying what they're saying to you in front of other people (like a teacher or guardian), that's suspicious as hell. Run in the other direction.

The younger you are, the more age gaps matter. There's a bigger difference in development between a 13 year old and a 17 year old than there is between a 20 year old and a 24 year old. It helps to try to contextualize it with real people instead of numbers. Instead of thinking "oh just 4 years? that's not that weird" consider "oh. that would be like a freshman (13/14) dating a senior (17/18). yikes."

Be just as wary of people your own age talking about things that make you uncomfortable. Just like irl, sometimes you’ll meet people your age that are hurtful.

Friends complain to each other and talk about their issues, that alone is fine. But when people are doing it without permission, draw a line. When people are making it feel like you’re responsible for maintaining their mental health, you need to draw a line. When it starts to effect your mental health, PLEASE DRAW A LINE! I know it feels like your responsibility sometimes, but it’s not. You cannot be there for others if you’re not taking care of yourself first and foremost.

Don’t be afraid to block people. Even for petty reasons. It’s good to block people. Don’t force yourself to see stuff you don’t want to see.

Being Constantly Online

The 24 hour news cycle is not a good thing to follow 24/7. Taking social responsibility is a good thing, but your brain is NOT built to worry about every issue in the world at once. One strategy I use for staying sane is I try to only check the news once a day, and if something needs more attention to set aside an amount of time I’m going to focus on it before I need to take time to step back.

Touch grass. Not literally, unless you can in which case I highly suggest it, sometimes it’s just good to lay in a field. What I mean is you need to dedicate a good portion of your time to being offline (sleep does not count). What your offline time looks like is going to differ depending on your level of ability, but even if you are house bound it’s important to build some hobbies that don’t rely on the internet. Talking to people offline is also a good goal if possible, even just to your housemates.

Social etiquette greatly differs online and offline and sometimes the reminder that were all just Some People gets lost behind the numbers and the fabricated personas. Keep in mind the difference in how information is shared without forgetting that the fact we are all people remains the same.

Be generous with your etiquette. You will avoid a lot of stress if you conduct yourself with the same politeness you would have in an offline interaction. Master the art of "minding your own business" for your own sake.

Arguments and Competition

As soon as you can, you need to internalize the fact that leaving an argument is not losing.

It is inevitable you will be exposed to many people who disagree with you. Some people only want to argue to rile you up. Sometimes that’s not their intention, but it’s what they’re doing. You do not have to remain in conversation with people, especially if they’re not interested in actually coming to an understanding. Even if they are interested, sometimes they just suck!! Leave!! You can leave!!

On that note, sometimes you are going to get valid criticism and it’s going to hurt. That is part of learning. If someone says you messed up and did something hurtful, take a second to step back from your defensiveness and consider: intent ≠ effect. Apologize, repair what you can, and move forward with the ability to do better in the future. You’re going to mess up every once in awhile, it’s inevitable.

To summarize the past two points: don't waste your time on unnecessary hostility but don't close yourself into an echo chamber either. Debates should be about learning.

Sometimes people are not going to like you. This happens offline too but people tend to be a lot more blunt online. Sometimes people dislike you for no reason or for really petty reasons. That’s not your problem, move on.

Don’t actively seek out people you don’t like or who don’t like you to argue with. Whether or not your side is the “right side” doesn’t matter, it’s going to cause you so much unnecessary stress. Feel free to keep posting your opinions on your own profile but don’t seek out unnecessary conflict.

This is a different type of competition than previously mentioned, but be aware of the danger of comparing yourself to other people. Especially if you’re a creative or student, DO NOT GET SWEPT UP IN THE GRIND CULTURE. It’s more subtle in some places than others, but anytime you see the notion that you should be working yourself to the bone be VERY critical. Also be critical of any online cultures (such as gaming and art communities) that brag about unhealthy habits or act like it’s ~part of the culture~ (ex: all nighters, not taking breaks, getting hurt. Any activity that neglects health to work toward a goal).

Not just grind culture, any community of subculture that shares anti recovery sentiments is a huge red flag. Even if they're joking, it's not worth the risk of internalizing those statements.

Everyone’s social media presence is to some degree doctored because it’s a purposefully selected collection of what they allow you to see. It’s fine to like the persona you see being displayed, but never forget that it is not reflective of the entire person. Everyone online is JUST SOME PERSON. Do not forget that and start holding yourself to a standard you can’t even see every side of.

By posting online you are opening yourself to criticism. Whether or not it’s justified can vary, but either way it’s going to happen. Mute stuff, go private, disable comments, etc if you need to.

Misc Tidbits

these are technically just general info that is also good for offline but I have seen things that make me think people online need the extra reminder.

Learn what cults are, how they recruit, and what they do to their members. I'm not kidding. This is particularly relevant at the moment because of current societal unrest and widespread loneliness. No one is immune to cult propaganda, and not every cult is based on pre established religion or family. Many exist ONLINE and are able to manipulate people without ever meeting face to face. (learn more: Loneliness as a Pandemic: The Dangers of Online Cult

Familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience. Please familiarize yourself with the concept of pseudoscience and then learn how to identify pseudoscience. (learn more: Karl Popper, Science, & Pseudoscience: Crash Course Philosophy #8)

Q. How do I know if a source is reliable?

Final Thoughts

It's important people of ALL ages learn these lessons, because the internet is constantly changing and we are all vulnerable when in the presence of other people.

Be cautious and stay safe

[marengogo]

QUICKIE - 2: Watchu Want Me To Say Tho?!...

Listening to INDIGO by RM on repeat. STILL. YES. I KNOW.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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I know, I know, I know .. I have blogs to complete, comments to reply and asks waiting for me to answer; I know. There are reasons for the lack thereof, of course, but today, today I will not stay here and bore you with My Lifes’ Whys, I’m currently feeling a heavy wave of sadness, which I am starting to finally recognise as a sign that my period is looming. Used to only have pain, but now I’ve evolved to heave-ass sadness ungracefully tiptoeing its way into depression, which given some personal stuff and very recent Tannie Jin specifically stuff, couldn’t have come at a worse time. But I digress, as I said, today I shall not share negative stuff.

Instead, I’d like to share a cute/funny/peculiar thing that I realised/noticed Jikook do from time to time when they start something with each other and one of them proceeds to perhaps take it a bit too far until the other is left in a situation where they are like: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” NGL, most of it is usually JM, but JK has his fair share;source: Trust Me Bro. As this is a “quickie” I’ll bring up 3 examples for each. Let’s start with JM.

#1 … IT’S JUST A GAME THO.

Time & Place: RUN BTS 15 - Aired March 14, 2017.

This was the second episode of “The Spy Who Returned” 3 parts RUN BTS episodes. At the very beginning of the episode, they are playing a “tolerance” game where they are divided into couples and each has to say something that they don’t like or that bothered them about the other and the other has to not be offended and “sincerely” state that they “understand/I see”. The couples were: Tae & Namjoon, JM & Jin and JK and Hobi (Yoongi was the host).

JK & Hobi went last and though JK had nothing to say, Hobi did, lots to say in fact 😂, which in itself would have been enough but JM, out of nowhere, had the not-so-brilliant impulse to get up in there, uncalled, to question JK about a mysterious toothbrush. JK is clearly taken-aback like all of us watching I am sure given that he and JM are in the same team. Yet JM doesn’t stop, he clearly wants to hear something from JK in regards to … the toothbrush. JK does reply, and says that the toothbrush wasn’t his and JM stands there speechless, seemingly not expecting that answer … oh the confusion of it all! …  which is why JK’s “it wasn’t me” actually really felt to me more like a: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” .

This to me in “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …”-vibe is very close to the “JK hugs me when he sleeps” moment which happened at the Sinchon Fansign - May 15, 2015.

#2 SO MUCH FOR PRESENTS …

Time & Place: FESTA 2017 - Aired June 12, 2017.

We’ve actually already discussed this in a different previous post. This was one of the few times where JK wasn’t able to even try and reply to something. If it were me, and we were just friends, you’d have to wait for me to gift you something on your next birthday: YES I’M PETTY. Yet, homeboi pulled up that same year with a trip to Tokyo as a gift, so obviously the problem wasn’t the question itself. What was the problem? We will most likely never know, but in that very moment JK’s silence was definitely a: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” silence.

#3 SO YOU GETTING MARRIED UH?

Time & Place: WEVERSE LIVE in Busan - October 15, 2022.

This is one of my recent personal favs, because as opposed to the Jikook VLIVE - June 21, 2020, which also had to do with a marriage related question, this time around JK tried his very best to not divert the convo and hold his own. Yeah, he really did … but JM was not having it. He really wasn’t. How many of you have said “Yoongi Marry Me” for fun? How many of them have said “Yoongi Marry Me” for fun, including JM? At times even changing the Subject all in good fun.

This time around, JK simply mentioned that saw “Jungkook Marry Me” and all hell broke loose. Yeah, for some reason, JM wasn’t having it, and so began a little back-and-forth between the two at the end of which JM accepted that in summary JK “just saw the sign and meant to take no action”. JM smiled/laughed, got up and got out of frame. JK also smiled, watching JM leave, with a: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” giggle, like I don’t even know what just happened tho! aaand he proceeded to wait for him to get back like:

Jiminah … 😬.

And now it’s JK’s turn. Differently from JM this young man is a tad more determined in getting his answers and JM indulges, for the most part, in fact I’ve noticed that he’s never just kept silent, but don’t let it fool you, cause at times, whatever answer he provides wasn’t the answer JK was looking for; lest we forget that JM is indeed the HYUNG … but yeah, let’s get it!

#1 SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PICTURE …

Time & Place: JinJiKook VLIVE in Osaka - December 15, 2016.

Jin and Jimin decide to have a candy-centric episode of EatJin, and Jimin seems to be a bit on his mischievous streak right from the bat, but Jin, being the outstanding eldest hyung that he is doesn’t seem to mind at all and cutely goes along with his playful dongsaeng. All is well thus far until the bell rings and, you’ve guessed, it is JK.

By this point Jin, like all of us, is still very much oblivious to any argument/quarrel which might have happened between JM and JK, one may even dare say that frankly my dears, he didn’t give a damn! But JM had damns to give and so he did, testing JK on the other side of Jin’s closed hotel room. Jin is now starting to get confused and to this point, JM has full control of the whole situation, until JK whips out his cellphone. 

Quite clearly JM didn’t take JK seriously, at first, he even egged him to post “whatever questionable pic” JK thought he had but that was Jin’s danger-alert-signal moment: no questionable pic was going to be uploaded on his watch and that’s how the doors were finally opened to the maknae. So, once JK got his way into the room, Jin, and us watching, clearly could sense something going on, but as for what exactly, nobody had a good clue. Like anything else revolving around Jikook afterall, for example, we may know that they once fought and JK ended up crying in the rain (FESTA 2020 - Aired June 12, 2020), but as to what caused the argument? … 🤷🏾‍♀️.

JM at this point is still trying to have it his way don’t ask me why, how would I know?! But JK was high on courage that day and ever so casually, the moment JM tried to leave the room, he once again whipped out his phone, pulled up a particular pic which we got to see later as JK did momentarily uploaded and it seemed he had something like a hickey on his neck and simply said “I took a good selfie” and JM quickly sat back down and replied “I won’t go then, all right” in a very: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” resigned manner. Then again, if the selfie was just that, a good selfie, JM could have easily said “sure, go ahead and show them”, but that’s not what happened right? 

#2 STILL, YOU TURNED IT OFF 

Time & Place: Jungkook (eventually TaeJiJinKook) VLIVE in New Jersey - May 19, 2019.

Yet again, Jin and Jimin were up to their shenanigans with our maknae, who just wanted to show his face to ARMY. That’s all he wanted but the other two ended the stream. So what does one do? If you are a JM you post a quick apology video on twitter, but if you are a JK you start your own stream: obviously. 

This stream is supposed to be just you doing exactly what you wanted to do to begin with, show your face to ARMY, but then … all of a sudden there is a cough in the background and the plan folds when do plans every work anyways?!, immaright?.

Hence starts a whole convo summarising what just happened in Jin’s room leading up to JK’s “cutting off” during which not only does JM explain himself, he also apologises and lets JK once again know that he loves him. Yet, JK still stresses that, he just👏🏾 can’t 👏🏾let👏🏾 it 👏🏾go👏🏾 at which point JM decides that it is time for him to leave in a very: “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” fashion, more like “what else do you want me to say?!”. 

#3 I SEE HOW IT IS …

Time & Place: FESTA 2022 - June 14, 2022.

Emotions are running high, slightly tipsy, but still hella high as the boys start getting us ready to momentarily part from them. Within all of this there is a lot, A LOT, of banter there are even first official talk of a PJM1 and everyone was hella excited, ARMY and TANNIES alike except for a certain JK who playfully made it known that he didn’t appreciate not knowing about progress in said PJM1, not once, not twice, not thrice, but 4 times (didn’t put the 4th time in the pic because, you know, aesthetics 😌).

JM does try to explain that he’d told everyone that they were all more than welcome to go and listen to him working if they wanted though apparently JK wanted his hyung to go to him instead, but that is a different story … in addition, when Namjoon pointed out that Hobi will always be the first for JM, both JM and Hobi quickly worked together to deny the “accusations” but at this point I think JK was very much speeding on the “I AM UPSET”-train, so much so that none of it seemed to matter and he very much and very blatantly ended up telling JM:

At which JM did reply, quickly, shyly and all the colors in between, that “I am sorry” but in a very: I mean “Whatchu Want Me To Say Tho?! …” way, and who knows, were the cameras not on he might have had more to add, but, we’ll never know!

There are actually many more moments I can think of, and much funny at that, but this was supposed to be a quickie, and I can see that it ain’t damn … So let me just leave you all with this, go make myself productive, and not stress about life for a second or two. Hope you all have a great week, okay? Okay! 

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💗 pink heart in honour of Jin,

Marengo.

[dreamoonverse]

Unbreakable Vows 💚🐍✨🪄

Chapter 2: plague the dreams

Just imagine you weren’t supposed to fall for him…it was forbidden, after what the dark lord has did to your family…but yet someone seems to change that. Bucky is full of secrets but this one secret he can’t keep hidden forever and you will both pay a price to hide it…

Death eater Bucky x Witch! Reader

NFSW series 18+ no minors!

Mentions: Wet dream, cursing, sexual tension, some fluff 😘

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"Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep," -Astrid Alauda

You step outside to the cold brisk air of the morning, another gloomy day you think to yourself. You mean the weather always matches your mood anyway. Always usually feeling empty, not really any fucks given. Your father would already be at work. You had a shop not far from the Weasley's joke shop. You made medicines, perfumes, facials, even certain potions for meditation. You excelled in school in potions. You could make any potion there was...of course you had a little cheat sheet. There was one beat up book no one wanted it had writing all over it and in the first page center at the bottom did it read “Property of the half-blood prince,” strange you did know or could through many searchings find who that was but it came in handy. Memorizing each spell you put it back in the cabinet where you felt it belonged and that the next person would know what to do.

Carrying on about your day tending to customers when needed nothing really too bad looks like it might rain. You stare out the window of the shop folding your arms letting yourself for a moment get lost in your thoughts. It seems like your always going back to the night before at the club. His breath against your neck, strong arms. Damn…it is ridiculous for you to be like this, you are not a crazy school girl. You shake your head letting the thoughts roll away.

*Screaming* You stop wiping the counter for a moment seeing some people run coming out the shop in the wet rain again. About 3 or 4 blocks down a shop on fire but you know that stop…that olivanders, the wandmaker’s shop. You don’t even have time to register before disapparting and apparting behind corner wall inching slowly ton peek over. “Take him back,” One orders under a sliver skull like mask. Death eaters, you know who they are, “The wands too, don’t let them get out of your reach,” He warns that voice low and husky sounds strangely familiar.

The other one rather more on the lean side just nods. Draco…you think, actually you know it’s him. Even with the mask…you know. You creep back leaning your head against the wall looking over at fred and george’s shop course they had to take a day off today. Before you know it they are gone with poor olivander, he is in his older days this isn’t right. You look around and proceed around to the shop pulling out your wand putting out the fire not much you could do to save it, there is only but so much magic can fix beside the raiding previously done. You really didn't like these dirty games they played…you knew why they were doing it and that this war had just begun. You walked inside the sound of leftover glass, wood whatever was underneath your sneakers crushing. The wands where all gone not one there… what really bothered you was why they were being taken if was raising an army how many were going to his side. The wand always chooses the wizard or witch. I could hear him say so humble…you and your robes walking in with your mother only 12 not knowing what was gonna happened.

You hear a cracking noise not your own stopping you in your tracks turning behind you. The same skull features for sure a ring leader for the group. “I don’t think you need to lurk anymore clearly the job is finished,” You swallow hard for a moment. They lift there wand making you take in a sharp breathe but they hold up their hand in surrender waving the wand over their face unveiling who is it is. “You gotta be shitting me…you really?!” you groan rolling your eyes should’ve known it was Bucky. The long hair almost down to his shoulders, staring at you with those icy blue eyes. He clenches his jaw some seems annoyed by your comment “Ya know maybe I should’ve just let everyone know five minutes ago you were snooping instead of helping I mean aren’t you suppose to be one of us,” He questions.

You folds your arms huffing a little “what my business is with the death eaters is not your concern I have my responsibilities and you have yours,” You go to exit past him before you feel a firm grip to your arm “You think it’s gonna be that easy?” He spins you around to face him holding your arms.

“I’m not entirely sure what you are referring to barnes…” you feel the tight grip it’s no use in trying to wiggle your way out you roll eyes some. “You better watch the attitude kitten and you know damn well what I’m talking about…” he scolds. “You think you can hide these secrets huh…the Weasleys you were at the other night…what did you tell ‘em?”

You freeze for a moment how does he know about that. You do everything to make sure that is confidential classified. “I don’t know what you are talking about…” you say trying to fib your way out then. He chuckles licking his bottom lip. “I will let it slide for now…but don’t think i won’t find out…besides you are coming with me Friday night…the dark lord gave us a job and I won’t take no for an answer.” His words are precise and cold.

“Fine, and Ya know you should try to be more loose then.” You tease the scent of fresh balsam hitting your nose. He leans in closer eyes trailing down your body and back at you. Your breathing becomes slightly uneven watching his eyes like he is thinking no not thinking like he is fantasizing. “Be there…” he states before black smoke forms around you and then he is gone leaving nothing but his scent for you. It makes you breathe out heavily like he takes the air out of you or weak…

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As the night approached you found your way to the Weasleys. You never cared about the mansion you resided in. Despite the size and massive rooms. It feels so empty and cold. You liked the warmth and closed space Molly and Arthur’s house was. Yeah they struggled to make ends meet. You persistently offered what you had for them but they refused. Just ask that you always come over not just to deliver the news or information just to getaway and enjoy the company they offered to you. You couldn’t resist it. If anything you would rather live with them then stay with your father. He never was like that till your mother passed. It all changed after that.

Ginny and you were inseparable. You thought of her as a sister. She never judged you. You had a hard time coming down from the other side of you that frankly made you question if you were truly good or evil whatever the hell it meant.

“He has his followers gathering more troops…they even took Oliviander and all his wands.” You explain to everyone in the room.

“Apparently that is why professor Slughorn was hiding when Dumbledore and I visited him. They are recruiting or death I’m sure.” Harry adds. You and Harry also have a close bond. You know what it’s like to not know what side you're gonna get when you make decisions. And if it will hurt the people you love.

“Yeah the ministry is in a frenzy right now…we don’t know what else he has planned. I’m sure this is just the start,” Arthur rubs his head a little.

You all continue to talk for a bit before Molly shoves everyone in the kitchen to eat and worry about all the mess later. Conversation between Harry and them starting school again helps you take your mind off it some but you're too lost in your own thoughts to listen to everything.

George finds his way to you sitting outside on the balcony watching the moonlight. “Hey moony,” he half smiles, putting his arm around you while you rest your head on his shoulder. “Surprised you didn’t pop up next to me jerk,” you tease. “Mm element of surprise y/n…Just wanted to make sure you're okay. I know this whole thing can be overwhelming, don’t put so much pressure on yourself darling,” he says.

“I’m aware…but I have to, if I don’t do this right…everyone could get hurt,” you sigh. “Don’t do bloody sad shit with me, you know I don’t take it seriously…” he teases. You giggle a little while wrestling him a little. “Just tell that clunk of metal to stay away from you. I don't want you getting hurt, I have a weird feeling about him,” George scratches his head.

“George be nice…i can handle it,” you ease his mind getting up ruffling his hair heading to Ginny’s room for the night.

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“Look at you babydoll….your doing so well for me like I said,” he taunts you squeezing your wrists your moans and whines can’t be contained. Him inside you feels so fucking good how he fills you up letting him be in control. “James I need to….please,” you cry out not sure how long you hold back from screaming his name needing to be released. “Beg better than that you little slut you wanna cum say what I want you to…what you call me like you're supposed to,” he growls feeling your walls clench around his throbbing cock. “Daddy please!” You whine. “Good girl now cum…make a mess,”

You open your eyes, breathing hard, sitting up scrunching the sheets. It's dark, only part of the moonlight creeping through Ginny still passed out in the twin bed across from you thank god. You rub your eyes why did you even dream that….but damn it felt so real and now you were frustrated groaning softly fuck you can’t be thinking of him like that. You hoped it was just a dream…

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De-aging fics

Now please picture Boba agreed to watch his starwars equivalent to God son for a week while his dad's deal with some force artifact lukes heard about

And next thing he knows he has a stressed Leia and loud r2 in his palace with two very small children "oh kiff that's din and his jedi"

Cue Leia dumping Boba with two new small children telling him ' keep them alive while I fix this like I fix everything if you need anything I left chewies number in lukes bag' and proceeds to leave

He's not going to argue with Leia he saw her strangle Jabba

Now there's 3 possibilities from here with Luke and din

1. They don't have any memories other than what they had as children Luke is very stressed be cause Mr. Mando why are we in Jabba place and can I go see my aunt and uncle please you seem nicer than the hutts and din is just really confused where he is and why the adult isn't wearing his helmet and yet still latching on to each other

2. They have strong feelings about things but don't actully remember anything

This has alot of comedy because

a) Din and Luke will be very clingy and also very protective of grogu

b) Luke will absolutely be eying Boba with suspicion while dins like I don't know I feel like I can trust him

c) Luke has very strong feelings about the throne room and does not know why he doesn't trust the floor but he doesn't

d) din trying to figure out what to do with the armor he refuse to leave anywhere

Finally option

3. They remember but they can't keep themselves alive due to being child

They are trying to maintain dignity

Din is not comfortable with out his helmet

Luke is having issues with both his powers and physical capabilities

Hand reveal that Luke used to have it and doesn't later

Let me know your thoughts I just couldn't sleep and it's 4 in the morning and I am having thoughts

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Ommmmmgghhhhg this is glorious my dear 🐢!!!!!! I once worked in a primary school/kindergarten little kids are hilarious! Mix that with star wars! A flawless combo!!!

Boba is just in shock like 'I knew the Force was weird but THIS????' And hes then torn between being a DadTM and knowing these two toddler's are/were his friends (and two of the most powerful people he knows).

I love the idea of them like no memories but still some of the emotional memories. As adults Din and Luke were married, but ofc now theyre not now, but they still feel a strong connection so will just constantly hold hands when they walk around and its ADORABLE. They are those besties that just do everything together, if one does something stupid the other will immediately do it too - baby logic solidarity!

Also at nap time they make a cuddle pile with Grogu which is just too cute, like the kind of cute that physically hurts.

Luke is a very social child, basically winning people over instantly; meanwhile Din is slightly more reserved and will hold on tight to Luke's hand when there's more people around - he does it a lot anyway but this is a specific 'too many people' hand hold.

Fennec is surprisingly having a great time. She's not maternal but toddler's are very funny. Her holo is FULL of videos of them doing dumb child stuff (like biting into a chilli or running around in too big shoes) and so many videos of them face planting. She's the chaotic aunt while Boba is having his Jango/Mandolorian Dad Gene activated and telling her off.

Luke calls Boba "Mr Mandolorian" (Fennec thinks it is the FUNNIEST thing and will randomly also call him that , even after everything goes back to normal).

I also like the idea of Luke really liking Boba and wanting upies all the time, if he's not with Din he's trying to get Boba to pick him up, qnd Boba does not know how to deal with this; but, of course, no mandolorian can say no to a child that wants upies.

While holding Luke on his hip, Boba is "you know you're very cuddly for someone who helped 'kill' me," Luke just sticks his tounge out (hes assuming Boba was referring to the game they were playing earlier...rather than Boba getting drop kicked into a pit)

I also like this idea because when Leia and Han come back Luke's favourite adult is Boba and Han is offended and even after the situation is solved he's still salty. Han never stops bringing it up. Never.

Meanwhile, Grogu is like TINY DADS! TINY DADS! and is having an amazing time playing with them.

Din keeps picking him up, he doesn't know why but he has the urge to constantly carry him, put him to bed, feed him etc despite being a toddler - which has the comedy potential of a small child looking after a smaller child while an adult is like !!!! Youre too young you're gonna drop him !!!! Also Din feeding Grogu with full force (because he's at the age where you're still learning about strength etc).

Grogu doesn't get why Luke is suddenly not using the force? So keeps trying to teach him how...by setting the zappy droid on him...but Luke is an actual toddler and not 50 years old...Boba has a heart attack when he sees Luke sprinting through the Palace followed by the zappy droid.

So much blue milk is consumed. Boba doesn't understand how things so small can consume so much!

Ahhhh I love the ideas of them toddling around so much. Like little kids can move so fast when they want to and have the wildest logic it's incredible. Like Luke walking into a big scary Tatooine meeting and being like the "imma nap" vine, while Din is just bringing sand into the Palace for some reason only known to him, and the gangs/families are like ?????

So much pure comedy and adorableness potential!!!!!

When they get turned back their baby memories qre quite fuzzy, but never fear! Fennec has a huge data stick full of videos and photos, so she hosts a movie/show and tell night for ALL of Clan Mudhorn and Co. She gets to embarrasse everyone, she's living her best life (no one will ever know she thinks it was kind of cute).

Boba is slightly sad when they get turned back, but then, a few years later when tatooine is much more stable and several mandolorians have decided to help and live there, Boba adopts some foundlings!

There's just so much potential *chefs kiss*