#manka cat

[dingoat]

A few more creatures! I might do more with all of these critters, honestly I have ideas going in overdrive at the moment and these are all so fun to do! But there were a lot of calls for a kybuck and the idea of a Kybuck’s Coffee logo hit me hard, hahaha, plus a couple of mentions of a fathier, and @queen-scribbles requested a very specific kitty pose! I imagine this manka lynx might be the logo for a day spa or a chiropractor...??

[crystalsnow95z]

can you write a sickfic about jimin coming down with a cold while shooting run bts?

Hopefully this is acceptable to you. I don't have the spare time to rewrite it.. I just wrote without planning ahead. The ending sucks. If you don't like it I'll write a new one

Tw: IV used so needle meantion?

"Jiminie, choose a paper." J-Hope gently nudges Jimin to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, right. Sorry." Jimin takes a piece of paper from the cup. "I got-"

"No, no don't tell them Jimin-sii. It's a scavenger hunt. You need to find the item. Telling the others will make it harder." Staff warns him.

"Ah, right. Thank you." He bows, fighting off the urge to cough.

"Are you feeling okay Jiminah? Your voice sounds off." Yoongi places a hand on his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Its just a little tickle in my throat. I'll rest when I get home. It's no big deal." Jimin smiles, trying to sound convincing even with another cough following his words.

"Are you sure Jimin? You could sit this one out and be an MC if you aren't feeling well." Namjoon frets as well, placing his hand on the back if Jimin's neck, checking for warmth.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cold. It's just annoying." Jimin moves away from Namjoon, checking his objects again before folding up the paper, putting it in his jeans pocket."Okay, I'm ready."

The boys are led to a giant warehouse, where they must find their seven items and return to staff everyone given a bag to put their items in.

"You can team up if you like, but that means you have to find each item on every players list. If one finishes all seven, they must wait for their teammates to find all seven as well." Staff explains the rules once more when they reach the destination.

"So it's a gamble.." Yoongi weighs his options of working with someone or working on his own.

"Taehyungie-Hyungie team up with me!" Jungkook jumps onto the back of Taehyung, almost making both men topple forward.

"Aiish Jungkook-ah give me warning before you jump on me.." Taehyung scolds in fear, adjusting the mankae so he doesn't fall, heart racing. "You almost made us fall.."

"Sorry Hyungie. I just think it'll be more fun in a group and you're pretty good at these types of things." Jungkook apologizes, leaning into Taehyung’s cheek.

"Alright Koo. Let's do this together!" Taehyung quickly recovers his cheerfulness, forgiving him instantly.

"If they're teaming together, will you team up with me hyung?"J-Hope asks Yoongi.

"Allright..alright.." Yoongi gives in istantly.

Jimin thought about asking someone to team up with him, but thought against it. It would be easier to hide how awful he felt if he didn't have a team mate.

"Anyone else teaming up?" Staff asks.

"Do we have to decide now?" Jin asks.

"No. You can decide to team up in game but once you agree to be on a team you can't back out."

"Okay, okay. I got it. I'll decide later." Jin replied politely.

"Me too." Jimin adds in and with that, the game begins.

Jungkook gets off Taehyungs back, pulling him into the building.

"They're gonna burn out quickly if they plan to run around.." Yoongi smiles.

"And they might pass up ah item.." Namjoon adds in.

Jimin waits for the others to go in, pretending to adjust his head cam before sneezing into his hands. "Hehitgzh!"

"Bless you." Staff says sympathically.

"Thanks.." Jimin smiles politely, going inside the building. It was a lot bigger on the inside, making him feel worried about finding his items.

Mang toy, snow globe, purple bouncy ball, army headband, red mic, stuffed cat, and a heart.. I wonder if anyone has the same items on their list..

Jimin repeated the list over and over in his head, coughing into his elbow. He could hear the sound of J-hope happily squealing, so he could only assume he already found an item.

"The faster I do this, the sooner I can sit and rest.." Jimin mutters to himself, going through the building. The more he walked, the more tired he became.

"What if we collect things not on our list?" Jimin hears the voice of Jungkook in the hallway head.

"You want to sabotage the other teams?" Taehyung questions.

"What if they have the same idea? Or we can use the items as a trade off if they do!" Jungkook says excitedly.

Jimin covered his face, trying to fight off the urge to sneeze, but even with managing to stop himself, a cough escapes, his sinuses draining into his throat. He tried to muffle it while he runs, but it slowed him down, making him feel dizzy.

"Was that Minnie?" Taehyung questions, quickly turning the corner to find him.

Jimin tries to quickly go into a room to avoid him, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but Taehyung grabs onto the back of his shirt before he could get away.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"Are you okay Jimin-ah?" Taehyung shows no interest in blaming him for spying, only having concern in his big brown eyes.

"Huh..? That's what you followed me for?" Jimin blinks, dumbfounded.

"Of course. The game isn't important if you're unwell." Taehyung says in a serious tone, using his sleeve to wipe Jimin's nose.

"Don't do that you could get sick." Jimin backs up, quickly pulling out the face mask from his pocket, putting it on to protect his fellow 95er.

"It'll be easier on you if you had a teammate, they can help find things with you."

"But you already have Jungkook-ah. That's 21 things to find."

"We don't care about that Hyung." Jungkook adds in, finding the room they slipped into. "We can find 21 things together! We already have two!" Jungkook proudly presents a golden mic charm and a Koya plush.

"But that'll be.." Jimin's words get cut off by another bout of coughs. Jungkook takes this as an opportunity to take Jimin's paper from his back pocket as Taehyung strokes Jimin's back.

"More Minnie, it sounds like you're getting worse.." Taehyung frowns, taking Jimin's hand. "Don't worry. We'll find all your items plus our own!"

"But I said-"

"Too late! I already took your note. That means you gotta team with me!" Jungkook waves the red sheet of paper he pick pocketed. "We already got an item from this list!" Jungkook says excitedly, digging a bouncy ball from his pocket.

"See? It was destiny for us to work together! That makes one item each!" Taehyung smiles brightly.

"Oh alright.." Jimin didn't care if he won or lost right now. They still had to spin the penalty wheel and some of the things listed weren't so bad.

"We gotta hurry though. Do you want me to carry you Hyung?" Jungkook offers, getting down for Jimin to get on his back.

Jimin shakes his head, afraid if he spoke he'd cough.

"Oh alright.. the offers always there.." Jungkook straightens up, giving the paper to Taehyung to look over. The mankae line walks down the hallway together, Jimin staying a couple steps behind, surpressing another sneeze.

"Where should we go next.. the hallway goes in three different directions.." Jungkooks eyes dart from one hall to the other, trying to decide which is the best option.

"should we split up and meet up back here in 10 minutes, but let me see your lists first." Jimin had to get away, his head pounding from the pressure.

"You can take mine, I memorized it." Taehyung gives up his purple paper.

"Take mine too." Jungkook gives up his pink one.

Jimin nods, going right.

"Is it okay to let him go alone?" Jungkook watches him go. "He's looking pale.."

"He's gonna try to hide how he feels. It's better to let him go and let it out instead of him holding it to stop us from worrying.." Taehyung knew his friend very well.

Jimin slipped into a room, releasing the sneezes he was trying to hold in. "Hehtichih! Hehitch! He'iychiugh.." he whines, feeling the snot soak into the cloth mask. "Uuh.." he takes it off with a sigh, trying to clean it off with a crumpled up tissue.

"Here Jiminie." Jin offers him a new tissue. "Blow your nose for hyung."

"Aiish! Hyung you scared me!" Jimin jumps at the sudden new voice, accepting the tissue, turning away to try to clear his nose.

"Sorry Jimin. I didn't mean to." Jin says gently. "Namjoon-Ah was looking for you. He wanted to team up with you, but seeing those papers in your hand you already got a team."

"Oh, yeah.. they bullied me into it.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"I'm glad." Jin smiles. "I'll let you look in this room then. I found something already."

He waves a Tata doll proudly. "Take it easy okay? Do you want me to get staff for you?"

"No. Im fine. Its just a little cold. I can do this."

Jin gives him a small packet of tissues from his bag. "Please tell staff if it becomes too much okay?" He plants a kiss on top of Jimin's head before leaving.

"Thanks hyung.." jimin searches the room, looking at the papers over and over. He couldn't focus on the words, only taking a minute to forget half the list.

This is not good.. I'm gonna hold them back..

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, the stress of disappointing his team, only making his headache worsen. He buries his head in his hands, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself, but when he tries to fill his lungs, a hacking cough comes.

I don't feel well at all.. I'll just rest for a minute..

Jimin lays on his side, taking deep breaths to try to calm his nerves, closing his eyes. He only got a few minutes to rest before the itch returned to his throat,coughing up phlegm, sitting up again. "Wait.. a snow globe!"

Jimin rushes to underneath the table, relieved when he picks up the small globe. "Oh wow.. it's got the BTS logo inside with BT21 playing around it.."

"What does?" Jungkook asks, rushing to Jimin's side.

"This.." He shows him the snow globe. "Has it been ten minutes already?"

"No.. I just got worried about you.." Jungkook admits with a bashful smile. "Jinnie-hyung said you were sneezing a lot, so I went to check on you.."

"Thanks Jungkook-ah. I'm feeling better now that I found something. I was worried I'd only be dead weight.."

"Even if you were, its okay. If you want you can just rest in this room as me and Taehyungie will do it!"

"No. No, i can help." Jimin makes it to his feet. "I just don't think I can run without burning out."

"You don't have to run. I'll do all the running! When we find all 21 items I'll carry you to the entrance on my back!" Jungkook says confidently.

"Even if we find the last item all the way at the far end of the building?" Jimin teases.

"Mm.. I'll ask Taehyungie to help if that happens."

Jimin giggles, but it quickly turns into a cough.

"Let's go meet up with Taehyungie.." He quickly pulls Jungkook trying to not give him time to worry.

"Alright..." Jungkook doesn't stop him, meeting in the fork in the hallway for Taehyung.

"I found a heart!" Taehyung approaches proudly. "And a Stuffed puppy. It kinda looks like rapmon!" He shows the white dog. "Isn't it cute?"

"A heart was on my paper too.. does that mean we gotta find two?" Jungkook asks curiously.

"We should look for one just in case.. Jiminie how are you holding up? This room I found has a couch in it. You can lay down for a bit."

"Oh! I forgot! I found a rubber duck. That was on your list wasn't it Taehyungie?"

"Yes! We're doing good! So good!" Taehyung smiles. "Also I saw Namjoonie-hyung and Jinnie-hyung together. I think they formed a team. That means they'll have to find 14 items."

"That's good.. that doesn't put us at too much of a disadvantage." Jungkook smiles. "We could still avoid last place!"

Jimin relaxes, feeding off of their positive energy. He pulls out the snow globe from his bag, trying to show his contribution."Oh Tete look at this snowglo.." he nearly drops it when he starts coughing. Taehyung hugs him from behind, placing his hands on Jimin's to steady them.

"Are you okay Jimin-sii?" Jungkook takes the snow globe from Jimin, looking at him with wide panicked eyes. "Maybe you should lay down.."

Jimin gives in. He couldn't keep pretending he was okay. It was starting to hurt to breathe and he felt chills run down his spine. "Okay.."

Jungkook picks him up before he can argue, letting Taehyung lead the way to the room with a nice plush couch. "Here you go, Jiminie, nice and comfy.." He places him down, taking off his jacket for Jimin to use as a blanket.

"Thanks, Jungkook-ah.. I'll just lay down for a little bit, then I'll help.." Jimin curls up on his side, coughing into his fist.

"Don't worry about it, Minnie. Rest well, okay?" Taehyung gently moves Jimin's hair out of his face. "I'll come back to check on you soon. Okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.." Jimin yawns, exhaustion hitting hard when his body starts relaxing.

Taehyung and Jungkook go to the door, but instead of Taehyung leaving, the two boys silently play rock, paper scissors, Taehyung hiding in the room, and Jungkook leaving.

Taehyung waited until he heard Jimin's nasally snore to come out of hiding, sitting on the floor in front of the couch gently stroking . "My poor Minnie, Jk is gonna get staff.."

Jimin wakes up laying in J-hope's lap. "Huh? When did i.." His voice comes out hoarsely, getting quieter as he tried to speak, trying to sit up to look around.

"Shh..don't talk baby and be careful.. you have an IV in." J-hope pushes him back down.

"What about the game?" Jimin disobeyed J-hope wanting his questions answered.

"Me and Yoongi finished, so I decided to come sit with you."

"Did..we lose?" Jimin asks.

"No. Everyone else is still in the game. Yoongi-hyung is watching the others still playing.

Jimin relaxes a little. "Who's winning?"

"Right now, it's Junggukkie and Tae. They got 2 more to find to Joonie and hyungs 4. It's a really close game." J-hope smiles. "You don't have to worry about not being there, so just take it easy. Can you drink some water for me?"

Jimin nods, sitting up slowly. J-hope opens the water bottle for him. The cool water felt nice on his sore throat.

"Jiminie is up? That's great." Yoongi's shoulders slump in relief when he comes over. "How are you feeling Jimin?"

"I'm feeling a little better now.." Jimin sniffles.

Yoongi looks for a tissue when he hears him. "Guess what Jiminie?" He asks wiping Jimin's nose.

"Huh?"

"Taehyungie and Kook got second. Namjoon-ah and hyung will be getting the penalty." Yoongi tells him with a smile. If they got last place, he was willing to take Jimin's for him feeling relieved he didn't have to.

Taehyung and Jungkook run up to Jimin. "We did it! We did it! We didn't get last place!" Jungkook cheers loudly.

"I'm sorry I wasn't much help." Jimin says guilt weighing in his chest.

"The thing Namjoonie-hyung and Seokjinnie hyung couldn't find was the snowglobe. There were only two in the whole warehouse. We probably wouldn't have won without you." Jungkook comforts Jimin, getting a smile.

"And with second place we get to keep the things we found, but I gave the dog to Namjoonie." Taehyung gives Jimin his bag from the game, it holding all seven treasures on his list.

"Thanks Tete. I'll treasure the snowglobe as our winning trophy." Jimin smiles, stifling another sneeze. He didn't want to ruin the mood.

"We decided we'll do the punishment in the next episode. We want to get you home.." J-hope squeezes Jimin's hand, watching staff remove the IV.

Jimin winces, staff quickly putting a bandaid over it. "Thank you.." he bows his head to staff. "I'm sorry, I worried everyone.."

"Don't worry..you can help it when you're sick. I'll make you some tea and jook when we get home." Jin ruffles his hair lovingly. "Hyung will take care of you. Let's do the outro and get home."

[mankabrosstudios]

This Date In Manka Bros. History - February 13, 2004:

��Polecats’ - the animated retelling of the true story of the 1978 Iditarod in which common house cats pulled the winning sled - opened #1 at the box office.

[mayxthexforce]

Headcanuary - Day 5

Prompt: Pet.

Ailyn Vel

Ailyn's favorite animal when she was a child was rancors. More than once, she asked her mother to let her have a rancor, arguing that many of the crime lords Sintas worked for had them as pets, and that their native planets were arid and harsh like their own home in the Mandalore system. For obvious reasons, she never had a rancor as a pet.

Leia Organa

As a child, Leia was gifted a Manka Cat cub by an Alderaanian nobleman for her 10th birthday. Breha and Bail weren't sure about the gift, but Leia got attached to the cub quite quickly and they became inseparable in the duration of the party, with Leia feeding the cub scraps of meat. The cub, who Leia named Amidal, grew up to be 7ft long.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Despite being a big animal guy, Obi-Wan has never had pets. There's a few reasons: he didn't have room as a Padawan for one, nor was he completely sure he wouldn't end up being sent back to the AgriCorps eventually and then, as a Knight, he had room but he had Anakin and so adding yet another life to be responsible for was a big no.

Quinlan Vos

While he didn't have pets himself, his Padawan, Aayla, had a small, white, long eared, rodent-like animal as a pet. She names this creature T'Da and, while Tholme didn't agree with her keeping a pet because he believed it was a bad influence and would be counterproductive when teaching her to avoid attachments, Quinlan allowed her to keep it. During a mission in Felucia, T'Da got sick and passed away. Quinlan used this as a chance to teach Aayla that those who die are not really gone so long as they're remembered, and they buried T'Da together, vowing to always remember her and each other.

[anchanted-one]

Legend of Lightning Chapter 57. Keeping Busy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/113713498

Keleth, Tython

Vajra left his dwelling after the shaking stopped. The air outside felt slightly cool to his skin, so it must be quite cold by human standards. It had rained the night before, and the river nearby was flowing in full force. He tried to listen to the sound of gushing water, as that always calmed him down. There was little else to hear; perhaps all nearby animals had run for the hills at his scream. Somewhere in the distance, a bijo owl’s doleful hooting was the only animal call he could hear.

Most predators like the horanth and manka cats had learned to leave the Jedi alone… or ex-Jedi, as he now was. Their numbers had been thinned since the Order arrived on this world, as zoologists had deemed their numbers dangerous for the ecological balance of this forest.

Vajra picked up a few stones and skipped them across the rivers surface, one after the other. He tried not to think about the vast majority of his nightmare, but one thing kept nagging his mind. Why didn’t he feel anything towards his family? Did he care so little for them? Had time made them lose value?

No, that wasn’t it. It couldn’t be. He remembered them all. Vaguely, but still. He had memories like playing, eating, hunting, singing, dancing, and traveling with his clan. He remembered a lot of names too!

And many of the activities were fun… they should have some emotion there… so why didn’t they? Did I seal them away, to protect myself? Or did someone else do that for me?

Master WenSuul could not influence the mind to this extent… but there was another Master who may have done it.

Master Oteg.

Vajra sighed. There was no point in thinking about this now. He was never going back to the Jedi. He was done.

Aware that he wouldn’t be able to sleep again tonight, he decided to start his day.

First things first, he had to keep his old game going. He retrieved the wooden plate that sat atop a nearby stone shelf and placed some dried jerky on it before putting it back.

He then took off his outer robes and took a running dive into the river. The cold water did wonders for his mood, as did the hour-long swim that followed.

He was breathing hard when he got out of the water, and sat down on the riverbank once he’d towelled off. He focussed on getting his breathing regular, and once it was, he continued to concentrate on the rhythm. It was, of course, not long before his thoughts ran free of his control again. Two opposing voices fought in his head for dominion.

What’s the point of this? Are you going to spend your life like this? Alone and forgotten?

That’s right! But it’s not like you can go back to the others, not after this! But there IS another way…

STOP IT!

He leapt to his feet and Summoned a blade to his hand, one of several he’d looted from a droid armory. He began practicing Lightsaber katas. He started easy, but within ten minutes, he dived into the most complex, intricate, and elegant sequences; movements which required perfect timing, balance and agility. What was more, he was practicing in a real-world environment without footwear, so any missteps could hurt his foot.

Or worse, he could take a nasty fall. If he hurt himself out here, it might spell disaster.

He recalled something Jasme had told him about Raudra resilience, but he did not relish the thought of waiting aimlessly to recover. His thoughts would eat him alive.

Thinking about Jasme made his conscience lash out at him. She had given him her trust and her love. She had adopted him as her younger brother, and given him some really valuable lessons in curiosity and learning, not to mention some of the best times of his life. And he had left without even a proper goodbye.

His sword halted in midair as he found the rabbit hole swallow him up.

Well, what else could I have done? There’s no way she’d have let me go. No, that’s not right. I couldn’t have left. But I had to. I had to! She deserves better. She deserves better… I’m just… I… just…

He pinched himself hard and resumed his forms, trying his hardest to suppress all thought mazes before they enticed him down the first turn.

He pushed harder, put all his concentration into the steps and rhythm. His muscles started to burn, but still he swung his blade. His limbs trembled, but he did not allow his grip to weaken. His feet picked up a collection of cuts and scrapes from the small pebbles around them, but he did not slow down. The only breaks he took were for water.

Eventually, he moved to freeform training. He imagined a legion of training droids charging at him and duelled them all in turn. His blade shook underimagined impacts with his opponents’ bodies and their own weapons. He blocked wave after wave of dreamed-up blaster fire.

After hours of training, he was startled out of his trance by a loud crash close to his room. The return to reality showed him just how exhausted he was; he fell to the ground, unable to stand on his aching legs. Every one of his muscles burned painfully, as if white-hot metal serpents were coiled around them. As he gasped for breath, he was shocked to find that it was still dark.

“That’s not possible! I was training for at least a few hours! Why isn’t it light out, already?” Had he trained for a whole day? That was the only possible answer… it was no wonder he was dog-tired. His bottle was empty, as should have been expected. He crawled to the river bank again, his legs suddenly too weak to take his weight, then dipped himself in the stream for a few moments to wash off the sweat.

He massaged his abused feet, which would likely remain numb for a while. He drew the Force into himself like a rejuvenating current, and felt it heal his overworked body. If only it could heal his mind as quickly…

His inner voice began berating him again, but he was too exhausted to hear it clearly.

I need to sleep. I can’t stay up much longer.

He returned to his camp, and saw at once what had caused the crash. Someone had tied up a bunch of spare droid parts in a net, which had fallen off the tree it had been tied to. He could see the other end of the rope tied to a vertical grill on his window. There was a candle on the stone shelf nearby, which stood between the tree and the building. The candle had burnt the rope little by little, until it had snapped under the weight.

Someone—and he knew exactly who it was thanks to the shelf—had set this up so that they’d have time to get back in hiding by the time he was alerted by the loud clanging of metal.

After all, the shelf was where he normally kept the wooden plate that he used to keep up his year-old game with his tail. It was still there now, but it wasn’t empty like it normally was after his offering had been claimed.

There was a portion of hot food on it, and a note placed underneath. He opened it and read the handwritten letter.

‘Good morning, Jedi. I’m your mysterious admirer. Congratulations on working out for two whole days. While impressive, I do hope you don’t try that again. There are easier ways to delight my fellow fans, you know! Growing children need plenty of rest. Leaving a spare wristcomm near your bed so that you can keep time better. And don’t worry; it’s clean. And enjoy the food. You’ve been feeding me all this time, so it’s about time I returned the favor. Warm regards. Call me Mercy. PS. I did miss not getting your present for two mornings straight. I think I’ve gotten too used to it!’

He sighed. The note was peppered with cute little drawings meant to accentuate its tone.

He ate the food—which was quite delicious aside from still being hot. He fully expected his utensils to be hot as well, if he decided to investigate. The spy had somehow managed to whip up a reasonably tasty meal with only his stores and what few seasonings they could find in the Tython wilds. Under ordinary circumstances, he’d have marvelled at her stealth, but no amount of practice would allow someone to mask the smell of food being prepared.

No, this was a result of his own inattention. If she wanted him dead, he’d be dead. The thought should have frightened him.

He relished each bite, smacking his fingers eagerly. He couldn’t praise her sneakiness, but he could her cooking skills. Not to mention, her nerve. Her concern also touched him. There was a strong chance she was Imperial, yet here she was, telling him to take care of himself.

He cleaned up as meticulously as he could manage right now, before tucking himself. Exhaustion carried him off at last to a deep, dreamless slumber. It was a little disconcerting; it felt like he only closed his eyes for an instant, but the sunlight pouring in through the windows attested to the passing of time.

He yawned as he made his bed. His body was still sore from his reckless practice, so he was forced to a slow start. He picked up the wristcomputer which the spy had left beside his table, and marvelled again at how she’d managed to get close to him, disturb his camp, cook him a meal and rig that alarm clock without him noticing.

He went back out and picked up the wooden plate to clean it. He cut up a few fruits and vegetables and placed them on the plate along with some meat. He put in a thank-you note on today’s plate.

‘Thank you, Mercy. I’ll be more careful. The food you left was great! Would you mind telling me where you found the seasonings, or how you prepared the meal? Maybe I can spice up my cooking. I’ll be sure to treasure your kind gift as well. Sorry for making you worry. Love, Not-a-Jedi-anymore.’

He cooked some eggs and fish for breakfast, missing the comforts of civilisation like bread or salt. Perhaps he could set up a small farm for himself… yes, that would definitely help him keep his mind occupied. But how to get the seeds? The Kalikori—no, they had enough to worry with.

And someone like himself didn’t deserve such comforts. Perhaps he didn’t deserve a reprieve from his thoughts either.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try his hardest.

He began today with a shorter swim than his last before doing an inventory. He had some food stored in the containers he’d scrounged up from the ruins to last the day, but he needed to get a hold of more by the end of the day.

“Time for a hunt, I suppose!” He got up and stretched, looking around the shelter. It was full of tools he’d fashioned himself over the past few weeks, mostly spears and nets, though there were also some traps. He had almost finished constructing his bow, so he would need to start making arrows soon. He left on his hunt with three spears, a sword, a multi-purpose knife, and his pack.

*

Vajra found a good hunting site a few kilometers away from his home. A lone male horanth, probably out to mark his territory. As he understood it, most hunters outside the galaxy—the primitives at least—would not necessarily aim to fell their prey in a single shot. That was difficult indeed. No, they mostly tried to hit a major blood vessel; they tried to bleed their prey, or cripple them so they could be run down and finished off in close quarters.

But that was needlessly cruel. His clan instilled in him their way to hunt, which was to sneak up on their prey and take them down in one hit. He left a pair of his spears near a tree and crept closer to the beast, centimeter by centimeter. The tall grass hid his approach, though he had to be careful to keep them from ruffling too much.

He felt the ground with his fingers as he moved, making sure he didn’t press or shift stones. Every once in a while, the beast took a look around. Once or twice, its gaze locked in his direction, but it relaxed again eventually.

Finally, after nearly an hour, it got up to leave just as he was within striking distance. It yawned and shook itself. At that moment, Vajra pounced with his spear aimed at the horanth’s jugular. The beast didn’t even have the time to notice him. It went down with a surprised hiss.

Dark blood spurted out of its wound. Vajra knelt beside the dying beast and prayed as his family had taught him. The carcass was too big for him to carry back the whole way unaided, so he used the Force. On the plus side, it would last him at least a week. On the way back, he supplemented his hunt with some wild fruits and vegetables. Satisfied that his stores would keep him fed for some time now, he returned to his camp to prepare the meat.

*

Night, some time after

Vajra tried to meditate on the one Keleth stone he had kept for himself, the white crystal. Its song was one of indestructible love, and he really needed to feel some of it for himself.

But even with the gem’s kind encouragement, all he could give himself was scathing self-loathing. Worse than just having so many people he loved killed right in front of him, he had thrown away everything that he fought for, and pretended he was doing it for justice.

He remembered still, just what he’d done to Angral.

It was not very Jedi-like of him, nor of the Raudra. Master Orgus would have been ashamed of him.

Do not lose your soul.

That was exactly what he had done though. He remembered Jasme telling him that he was already worshipped back home on Raudraksha, and wished he could go home and destroy his idol himself. He deserved condemnation, not praise!

He tried and failed again, to remember his feelings for his family. It was like trying to grab hold of a hologram. It was definitely there, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t feel it.

In his effort to remember his family, he got to the final memory; their death.

All his recollections were snatches.

He was startled awake by quite a strong alarum in the camp. He left the tent at once, spear in trembling hand, to find everyone far busier than normal for the hour.

His father raced upto him and his younger sister, Nitya, and hugged them tightly. “Danger approaches,” he whispered. “Stay with the tribe, be silent. Obey your elders. Do not slow them down."

Their mothers had followed, his own first, followed by her two sister-wives. She’d whispered something to her only child before adding that it was his turn to accompany Aparajitha from today. She was not leaving with the warriors, she said, but she was going to be travelling separately for the next day or so. Vajra had only been five, but he had been able to understand that something terrible was happening. He tried to hold himself together as well as a child that age could.

He'd stuck to the tribal elder’s side like his favorite flute. He had helped him pack, and helped him walk.

But about an hour after dawn, the danger caught up to the caravan. Vajra didn’t remember the exact course of events, but there was a lot of shouting, screaming, lightning, and the sounds of people taking their final breaths. On instinct, he had dragged Aparajitha off the trail, but the old man had roared in horror when he watched his great-granddaughter Vrinda get crushed by a wagon. That was the first time Vajra saw their attacker, a thick being with skin like powdered chalk, and a shell like a tortoise’s. A small coil of lightning danced between his fingers, and his lips were parted in a cruel grin. Rocks jumped off the ground and hurled themselves at the clan.

On seeing his son’s grandchild’s death, Aparajitha had limped out of their hiding place and started to throw things at the creature, things that might take half the village to merely pick up, let alone throw. The enemy was taken aback by the onslaught. Even so, he was about to stop the old Raudra’s momentum when the clouds above him swirled and dropped a spear of the densest Lightning that Vajra had ever seen. It struck the white creature, and only that creature. Aparajitha stumbled and fell, dead before Vajra could reach him.

Vajra had stayed by his side for some time, before he thought to start looking for his mother. He found her lying in the path, and lay down beside her, trying to get her to respond to his voice. And there he had stayed until he was rescued.

Vajra remembered all of this, but could not feel anything about it, except for his rather weak fear of the Sith who had killed his tribe. And the stronger fear that he could become him someday.

Vajra stirred. This was not helping. Uncrossing his legs, he summoned four swords into his palms to practice quad-wielding. Perhaps a little exercise could curb his thoughts.

*

[abysskeeper]

Tell us something nice about your mirialan consular!

Oh, yes! My beloved little healer, Trick. Thanks for asking @swtorpadawan ^^

Trick usually is the nice thing in most conversations. She's just a nice young woman, a healer at heart with a real gentle soul and calming presence, in spite of everything the galaxy has thrown at her.

That said, her general presence has just as great effect on animals as it does mot sentients she's around, and as such she's collected a small menagerie of pets. There's Annovi, her Vulptilla, who Trick rescued on Alderaan while training with her Master. She's pretty sure Novi was abandoned by a noble who didn't realize just how much work the creature would require, and she simply couldn't bring herself to leave the pup to fate...so she took on the responsibility of nurturing and raising her. The results are self-evident, Novi is perhaps the most loyal companion Trick has and is almost always following in her footsteps behind her, no matter where.

Then there's Dellara and Stryder, the Manka cats on Tython. Dellara is a grumpy old lady and Stryder the kitten she wound up taking care of (Trick is pretty sure Del is not Stryder's mother...but can't be sure). Trick offered food to them one day in order to appease them and allow her passage to some ruins she needed to explore. From there, she ran into them a few more times, each time offering them food for some type of passage, until the two essentially started following her around everywhere on Tython. She wouldn't necessarily say they're "her cats," if anything they adopted her, but the two are often found in or around her residences...and everyone else knows they're her cats.

Then finally, there's Fletcher the Orobird. She took him in as an egg when she found him during a misadventure with a smuggling ring on Nar Shaddaa. It wasn't her intent, but there wasn't much else she could do with the egg, and much like Novi, she wasn't going to just let him die. Despite being the youngest of her ragtag pack, he's the most ornery, and really only likes Trick...while, at best, tolerating a few other people.

Once upon a forever ago, I decided that her pets were a reflection of the people closest to her outside her family, with Dellara and Stryder reflecting her childhood best friends, my BH Hayden and my Smugs Chris, and Fletcher reflecting her future husband. Annovi is a reflection of herself...which is a separate can of worms entirely.

But yeah, while she wouldn't call herself a Beast Master, Trick is very good with animals, and more often than not can be found with a small zoo trailing behind her, Disney princess style. She loves her babies a lot, and reuniting with them in KOTFE was the second most important thing to her after reuniting with her crew, Lana, and Theron.

[crystalsnow95z]

Sickie- jimin with bad cat allergies

Caretakers- taekook.

Posting for jimins birthday. I'll probably make a part two.

"We need to find shelter!" Jungkook yells over the rain, wrapping his hand tightly around Taehyung's wrist not wanting to lose him.

"Where's Jimin?! We can't leave him." Taehyung yells back, frantically looking around for the red jacket Jimin was wearing that day.

The rainfall came out of nowhere. The mankae line were all together until Jimin dropped his phone, the three of them splitting up to try to find it. Taehyung yelled over the rain, praying that Jimin could hear him.

"Jimin-ah!" Taehyung screamed as loud as he could.

I can't leave Jimin in a foreign country on his own. His Japanese isn't very good, I don't know if he'd know how to ask for help.. He was supposed to stay with Jungkook..

"Jimin-sii! Jimin-ah! Jiminie-hyung!" Jungkook felt his voice weakening as he screamed, but didn't give up until they finally got an answer.

"Taehyungie! Jungkook-ah!" Jimin's voice was heard in the distance, the two running blindly towards it.

Jimin could hardly see where he was running through the hard rainfall, relief washing over him when he saw the blue hair of Jungkook and the red hat of Taehyung.

"Jungkook-ah! Taehyungie!" Jimin wraps his arms around his two younger brothers. He could feel his heart pounding against them, but they had to take their reunion elsewhere. "We need shelter!" Jimin shouts over the rain, gripping the wrists of his members and running towards a brightly lit building blindly.

"[Welcome!]" A friendly female voice greets them in Japanese with a smile. "[You're soaked to the bone. Let me get you guys a towel.]" She runs towards the back.

"[Ah, that'd be great, thank you.]" Taehyung bows.

"What did she say?" Jimin asks rubbing hids eyes as she leaves. As soon as Jimin entered the building, he felt his eyes starting to water. He looked around the building he chose at random, seeing the cats sitting on cat trees and in fluffy beds.

"She said she'll give us towels to dry off with, she didn't really give me time to talk.." Taehyung explains. "Jiminie this is a cat Cafe, I don't think we should stay here long."

"We should try to find another place to stay.." Jungkook tried pulling Jimin's hand agreeing with Taehyung, but he had already lost him to a small calico that started rubbing against him.

"I'll be fine.. there's no way we can make it back home with how hard it's raining and the woman already started helping us." Jimin bent down to scratch the ear of the furry creature, smiling when he hears a low rumbling purr.

"Jimin-sii don't do that you'll only make yourself feel worse." Jungkook scolds him. "Here.. it's a little wet, but it'll at least keep the hair from your nose.." he placed the wet cloth mask over his face, gently tucking it behind his ears.

"But she's so cute, I can't ign..ah.." Jimin backs up from the cat to cover his sneeze, trying to not scare his feline friend. "Heh'itchii..heh..heachi!" He sneezes twice,feeling his nose drip into the mask.

"[Here you go. Try to dry off a bit before you catch a cold.]" The woman returned with three towels, passing one to each member. "[We have a gift shop with some socks, shirts, and jackets. That's the best I can do.]"

"[No, that's more than enough. Thank you.]" Taehyung bows again. She's been so kind.. I'd feel bad to leave right away. I'll just call staff to find us and we'll wait here.

Taehyung slides off his wet shoes. "[Ah.. my socks are soaked.. I'll ruin your slippers..]"

"[It's okay. Don't worry about it. Just wear them barefooted, I'll take care of it.]" The woman reassures him.

"Heyitxh!" Jimin sniffles. "Hehtichih! I'm sorry, kitty.."

The calico jumps at his sudden sneezes, moving away from him to go to Jungkook, who is busy tucking his wet socks into his shoes.

The three get as dry as they could and walk towards the back room, where the gift shop was. There was a large orange cat, who meowed expectantly when they came in.

"Don't touch Jiminie." Taehyung warns. "We need to focus on getting clothes, not petting cats."

Jimin was already on his way to greet the feline, reaching his hand to stroke his chin. "Choose for me, Tete. I don't really mind. Oh! We could get..get...heh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, breath hitching for another round, covering his face. "Heiycu!...hehitch!...heh'tichi!"

Jungkook pulls on Jimin's elbow. "Get away from the cat hyungie. Your face is swelling.. we need to find you some medicine.." Jungkook searches the shelves for any type of allergy pills, but comes up empty handed.

Maybe staff might have some in the back for emergencies.

"Don't worry about it Jungkook-ah. I'll be fine." Jimin sniffles, happy that Jungkook couldn't see how runny his nose had become. "Let's go find Taehyungie."

"I'm here. I just got off the phone.. it'll be an hour before they come get us.. let's buy something dry and get something warm to drink.. I'm freezing.." Taehyung's lip quivers as he speaks, already having a slight blue tint.

The three boys choose black hoodies with pink pawprints across the bottom and a black shirt with a white cat outline. Something simple and cheap. Jungkook picks up a black mask with white cat whiskers for Jimin, the three boys slipping into the bathroom to change, going in the handicap stall together to change.

"Heh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, removing the mask and getting some toliet paper to try to clean up his face.

"My poor Minnie.." Taehyung hugs him. "I wish I had some medicine to help you."

"It's okay Tae. I'll be fine." Jimin gives him a reassuring smile, but he knew he was reaching his limits. It was becoming harder to breathe, having to take deep breaths from his mouth to not feel light headed.

The boys shove their wet clothes into the shopping bag, going back to the front end. "[Thank you very much. We would like to stay for an hour if you have a slot available?]"

"[Oh yes, I do. We've had some cancelations because of the storm. Is everything okay? Your friend isn't looking well.]" The woman asks, looking at Jimin with concern.

"[He is allergic..?to cats..]" Taehyung struggles to remember the right word, relaxing when the woman nodded in understanding.

"Hehtichih!" Jimin sneezes, bowing his head in apology.

"[Ah, ah no worries. It's not uncommon to happen. I've seen many groups of friends enter a room, one unaware of their allergy. I will give you something for him."

Taehyung brightens up, bowing deeply, folding himself in half. "Thank you very much. I'd really appreciate it."

Jimin looks at him with confusion, wondering what he was working excited about. Taehyung continues to chat with the woman as they get led to a room, three cats inside waiting for them. Jimin keeps hold of his elbow, his watery eyes making it hard to see straight.

"[Wait here. I'll get your order in.]" The woman leaves.

"What did she say?" Jimin asked with a head tilt.

"She found medicine for Jimin?" Jungkook asks, his Japanese being fuzzy.

"She said she would bring allergy medicine for Minnie." Taehyung pulls Jimin to lean against him. "You'll feel better soon, okay?"

Jimin sniffles, rubbing the tears from his eyes."thank you Tete, for handling the talking.."He was actually relieved that the cats didn't crawl into his lap. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he regretted his decision to pet the cat without taking any medicine to make his symptoms more manageable. The itch returned full force, breath hitching. He didn't want to sneeze anymore, not wanting to worry his younger siblings. "Hah...hah..." Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose, holding his breath to try to stop the sneeze, relaxing when the feeling died down.

"Its okay Jimin-ah. You don't have to hide it. We all know how bad your allergies can get..don't fight it." Taehyung comforts him, rubbing his chest.

"It's not that I'm trying to hide it. It just hurts my throat.." Jimin sniffles.

A tuxedo cat jumps onto Jimin's chest when he sees Taehyung's hand moving, nuzzling into it for pets.

"Ah, kitty please, get off of Jiminie.." Taehyung tried to push the cat off but the cat digs his claws in to prevent himself from being moved.

"Aiish!" Jimin sucks in his breath, Jungkook rushing over to remove it. "Claws, claws kitty.." Jimin whines.

"Kitty no, I'll pet you, just don't hurt my hyung.." he pulls the kitty to his chest, cradling it to keep it from touching his wet legs. "There.. I'll pet you..good kitty." Jungkook strokes the kitty's head.

"Hehitch! Hixchii! Heh..heh'itchugh...!" Jimin sniffles loudly, trying to clear his airway to breathe. He lowers his mask to try to make it easier to breathe, but it doesn't help. All he did was make the cat dander enter his airway setting off another flurry of sneezes. "Hehitduch! Heh'itchii! Hehditch! Ah..agh.." Jimin holds his breath, not wanting to sneeze again. His head was spinning, gasping for air.

"Jimin-ah are you okay?" Taehyung tries sitting him up to make it easier to breathe, gently rubbing his back. Jimin doesn't answer him, unable to catch his breath, the itch in his nose returning full force.

"Heh'heh! Hitchish! Heh'itchii! Ah...ah...mn.." Jimin pants, leaning against Taehyung as he fights to breathe.

Please miss.. come back soon..

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Jungkook asks, his heart racing feeling utterly helpless to comfort Jimin his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"D..don't cry.." Jimin asks breathlessly, reaching to touch Jungkook. "I'm okay." He whispers the last part with a short gasp of air.

The door opens, another staff member entering with a tray. "[I brought two lattes and a hot cocoa. Ah, the medicine must be for you. Here you go Jimin-kun..]" The man places the tray on the table next to them, giving him a blister tablet and a cup of water, blushing when he realizes he called Jimin by name.

"[Thank you]" Jimin bows his head, trying to pop the pill out with his shaky hands. Taehyung takes it from him, getting the pink pill out and putting it in Jimin's mouth then helping him drink.

"Thanks Tae.." Jimin swallows down the pill, hoping it kicks in quickly. It felt like he ran a marathon, his heart racing and his breath coming out ragged.

"[I'm sorry, but could I please have extra napkins?]" Taehyung asks politely.

"[Of course. Did you need anything else?]" The man asked, keeping himself from making eye contact.

"[No, no.. just the tissues..]" Taehyung bows his head deeply, watching him scurry out of the room.

"Cute.." Taehyung smiles, watching him flee. "We should leave then our autograph."

Jungkook nods. "I wonder if the woman who gave us towels recognized us too.."

Jimin leans against Taehyung, taking deep breaths.

I can't breathe, but I don't want to worry them.. I just need to relax, it'll kick in soon. I'm fine.. I'm okay..

Jimin continued to repeat reassuring words to himself, relaxing against Taehyung as he continued to gently caress his chest.

The young man returns quickly with a packet of tissues and napkins. "[Here you are..]"

"[Thank you.]" Jungkook answers for Jimin, taking them for Jimin.

"Do you..want..cat gone?" The man tried to speak Korean, making the members smile.

"No..I'll be okay." Jimin answers. "Don't worry. I'm starting to feel better."

Taehyung repeats Jimin in Japanese. The man nodded, bowing and quickly leaving.

Jimin takes a tissue as soon as he leaves, blowing his nose loudly filling the tissue. "Ugh.. that hurt.."

"I'm sorry Jimin-sii.." Jungkook reaches over to push his bangs behind his ear.

Jimin tries again to clear his nose, messily blowing his nose again. "I'm starting to feel better.."

Jungkook and Taehyung both relax when they notice Jimin breathing easier, sitting up on his own to sip his latte. "Oh wow, Jungkook-ah try the latte it's.. heh.. heh'itch!"

Jungkook takes his cup to try, eyes widening. "Oh wow..it is good!"

Taehyung picks up his cocoa. "Ooh..Mines good too. You want to try it Jiminie?"

Jimin takes Taehyungs cup, taking a sip. "Wow.. it's really rich.. I love it.." he smiled, trying to calm his worried brothers with a cheerful nature, forcing a sneeze down.

"Maow!" A grey cat rubs against Taehyung's arm.

"Ah.. Kitty you want pets, okay. I'll pet you." Taehyung pets the cat from the head to the tail. "[Just stay away from Jiminie for a little while longer..]" He switched to Japanese.

The cat purrs, cuddling into his hand.

"Hehitch! Heh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes,covering his face with a tissue.

"Are you okay Minnie?" Taehyung asks, brow furrowed in worry.

"Yeah, I'm okay.. just give me another ten minutes, I'll be okay.." Jimin tells them, stroking the fur of a calico cat. "Don't worry." He was finally starting to feel better, finally enjoying the cats company.

Category: Snz

Sickie: Jimin

Caretaker: any/author’s choice

Prompt: Jimin loves cats. He’ll volunteer at animal shelters, visit cat cafés, pet any stay kitten he sees walking by.

Jimin is also very, very allergic to cats.

[starnebulalegacy]

My Sith Inquisitor oc, trying to hide a little Manka cat while in the Sith academy on Korriban… the little guy just doesn’t want to stay hidden xD

reposted from my main

[dingoat]

A little bonus pic for @kunoichi-ume, Noara about to get a head-boop from a speckled manka cat, who I’m sure is one of the many rescued critters that’s found refuge at her stronghold!

[thegarbagechute]

Interrupting the brutal killing of side characters to draw the annual domestic Manka Cat pet picture.

[mankabrosstudios]

This Date in Manka Bros. History - April 26, 1934:

Convinced that ‘anyone can do it better than his brother Simeon - even a fucking cat,’ a frustrated Khan Manka appoints his cat, Mittens, as head of Manka Bros. Pictures.

[tethys-the-aquatic-sea-godness]

I don’t care if there’s an achievement for it, I won’t ever kill this big kitty who just wants his fruit.

[and-magical-cats]

this tweet from the Japanese Cats twitter is so wholesome omg

[likesugarintotea]

Started playing Star Wars again, remembered I love my OCs, wrote for the first time in like a year and a half. I know probably no one remembers anything about any of my OCs, so if you care for a refresh, one is coming soon.

In the meantime, have a short, not edited, written at 2 in the morning Safi x Theron fluff piece, which will eventually become part of Theron Says on AO3, a series of dribbles based on shit Theron says when you randomly click on him in game.

"Should I Say it Like a Spy?" below the cut (if I remembered how to use the hellsite correctly.)

"Safi." 

Theron's whisper woke her in an instant, whether due to their attunement through the force or years spent sleeping in or near combat zones she couldn't be sure. Probably both. It was still dark; although the eyes she inherited from her human father barely worked, she could at least discern light sources, and none were present now. Her internal clock told her it was late enough to be called early, and her body protested that it had not had enough sleep. 

"I think we're surrounded." Her husband lay behind her, his chest against her back, one arm wrapped around her torso, keeping her close against him. His lips brushed her ear, tickling slightly, and she wished his words were of a different sort altogether--but there was no time for that now. 

Without even trying she could sense that he was right about their situation; force signatures blazed like suns all around them, blinding in the force-sight that came to life as soon as she woke. She knew what that meant, had expected it, to be completely honest, but that didn't mean she was ready. 

I wanted more time, she thought, even as her muscles tensed slightly where she lay, almost unconsciously readying for what was to come. She turned her head slightly, just enough that Theron would be able to easily hear her reply. 

"There's no getting out of it this time, is there?" 

She felt Theron shake his head. "No hope," he answered shortly, his arm tightening around her for a brief moment. 

Safi shifted, found his lips with her own. "I love you," she murmured against him, and then the attack came. 

They were on her like the manka cats of Tython, leaping and yowling with a wildness that no longer surprised her. 

"No kissing!" she heard a triumphant voice cry, followed by two higher pitched echoes of the same sentiment, as all three of her children landed on the bed, trampling their parents and each other as they fought for prime position on the pillows. 

Sora, their eldest, won that battle, using her feet and elbows to wedge herself between Safi and Theron. It was she who had declared their affection over, firmly entrenched in the age that found any romantic display, in her own words, "grosser than womp rats." 

With a brief burst of telekinetic energy, Safi hit the switch that controlled the lights, flooding the room with a warm glow. While her force sight and Theron's implants allowed them to see perfectly well in the dark, their children could not, and Safi knew from experience that keeping them in the dark was only asking for an accidental injury.

"Help!" came Theron's strangled cry, and Safi looked over to see the twins, Cleo and Callum, each hanging off one side of their father's neck. Callum was closest to her, so Safi sat up and grabbed him, pulling him onto her lap. Cradling him close to her, she leaned down and kissed his face, rapidly planting tiny kisses across his cheeks and forehead. 

"Mama!" He shrieked with laughter, wriggling in her arms. "I'm a Jedi Knight, you can't kiss me while I battle." 

Next to them, Theron had managed to pry Cleo off his neck and had placed her over his shoulder, where she hung upside down, giggling wildly. 

"Your Mama is a Jedi, and I've kissed her while she battled plenty of times," he informed their son. 

Callum looked suspicious. 

"Did she hit you with her lightsaber?" he asked seriously, looking cross when both of his parents began to laugh. 

"If anyone tries to kiss me while I'm busy fighting, I'll kick them and then tell Aunt Lana," Sora declared firmly. "She can hit them with her lightsaber."

"A wonderful plan," Safi assured her, just as Cleo decided she'd had enough of dangling from Theron's shoulder. Twisting out of his hold, she let herself fall to the bed, then jumped to her feet once more. 

"Mandalorian attack!" she yelled, launching herself at her father once more. Safi had just enough time to let out a short laugh at the shocked look on his face before Cleo's siblings heeded her call; Sora rolled to the side, her hands snaking out to find the ticklish spot on her mother's side. Safi shrieked and jolted away from her, and Callum used her moment of distraction to push away, standing in the middle of the bed and letting out what Safi could only assume was his version of a Mandalorian war cry. (He sounded more like a distressed baby rancor than anything, but she wasn't going to tell him that.)

Sora was trying to tickle her again, so Safi turned her attention to her daughter, grabbing her and turning her sideways before gently leaning back against her, trapping Sora between her back and the headboard. 

Sora giggled uncontrollably as Safi said, "One down, and I have a fluffy new pillow, too!" 

While Safi had dealt with Sora, Theron had maneuvered Cleo back over his shoulder, where he held her with one hand, using the other to wrestle with Callum. 

"One down, one more to go," Theron grunted. There was a bit more tussling, but Theron finally got Callum down onto the bed, pinning him under his calf as the boy laughed and squirmed. 

"Got you!" Theron exclaimed, then looked over at Safi. "Should I say it like a spy?" he asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Target eliminated." 

Safi smiled at him. "Winners get a kiss before breakfast," she sang playfully, leaning over to close the short distance between them.

Their chaste kiss was met with a chorus of shrieks and groans from their children, and they broke apart laughing.

"Come on, you lot," Safi said, throwing back the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Let's go get breakfast." 

Sora, Cleo, and Callum cheered and scrambled from the bed, racing ahead of their parents out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. 

Safi extended her hand to Theron, pulling him up to stand beside her as she heard Cleo once more yell, "Mandalorian attack!" followed by the sounds of at least two small bodies hitting the floor. 

"Remind me not to leave Cleo alone with Shae anymore," Theron sighed as they left their bedroom. "Or we're never going to sleep past 5 again." 

[shabre-legacy]

27. Who brings home an illegal pet?

28. Who takes the longest getting ready to leave?

29. Who said I Love You, first?

30. When did they realize they loved each other?

Ok I’m going to do Leikael and corso for this one, if you want someone else just let me know

27. Leikael, absolutely. She already has a manka cat, what’s adding a vorn tiger or something else she shouldn’t have to the mix.

28. Depends on the event and dress code. If it’s fancy Leikael. But for just a daily, normal thing, Corso. Leikael loves being pampered and spoiled and taking her time, but she can be quick if she’s not trying to impress. Corso though, he fusses over making sure his dreads didn’t get tangled during the night and even more so over making sure his blasters are perfect before he starts his day.

29. Corso. Leikael was too scared

30. For Leikael it was after Nar Shaddaa when he saved her again and asked no thank you, just content to be around her.

For corso it was love at first sight

[cinlat]

I actually worked on a thing! Thanks @starknstarwars​ for the tag. I legit have no idea who is writing or drawing atm because my life is utter chaos, so I’m going to throw some names into the wind. If you’d like to use this as an opportunity to share your WIP, please use me as a tag.

@dingoat​ @kunoichi-ume​ @dimigex​ @chaosandwonder​ @sleepswithvillains​ and anyone else who wants one

Now calmer, Fynta walked into the room where Aric sat on his bed, legs folded and eyes closed. He still wore military fatigues, and Fynta eased onto her bed to watch the rise and fall of his chest. He looked at peace, which is probably why she’d never been good at the meditation part of wielding the Force. 

The caf maker chimed, and Aric’s ears twitched. Fynta watched the Cathar inhale deeply, then sniff the air. Finally, his eyes opened. “Caf?”

Fynta chuckled. “I assume you want some?”

Aric answered in a yawn, then rubbed his face with one hand. “How long until Taris?”

“Just waiting on landing permissions.” Fynta didn’t move from her spot, watching the way Aric’s muscles relaxed into his posture, how the stress from their earlier disagreement had faded. “Does meditation actually work?”

The Cathar blinked at Fynta, then down at the hands resting in his lap. “I guess. Never thought about it. Meditation is something all Jedi are expected to master as Padawans.” When his gaze drifted up, Fynta felt the weight of it. “Is that not something Sith do?”

“Of course.” Fynta waved a hand and found a reason to look somewhere other than at Aric. “I believe I’ve already explained that I was a terrible student. Never could get the hang of sitting still that long.”

The low rumble sent a chill up Fynta’s spine, and she cut her eyes back to Aric. It had almost sounded like a laugh, but the man’s mouth never opened. Pulling her legs into a position to match Aric’s, Fynta offered a bemused stare. “Tell me your secret, Jedi. What makes meditation so important?”

“It calms the mind,” Aric answered with the immediacy of indoctrination. Then, his lips quirked into a smile. “Something you might benefit from.”

Fynta knew that Aric was referring to their brief encounter on Rishi, where she’d dropped her defenses with enough speed that he toppled into her thoughts. It had been a childish thing to do, a way to scare him away. The damn Cathar had only become more determined to join her on the quest to kill Nox. Now that they were well into the journey, Fynta was glad that he had.

“Okay, so what do you think about when you meditate?” Fynta straightened her spine and propped her hands in her lap. “Teach me your ways, oh wise one.”

Aric’s scowl didn’t budge, but he did answer Fynta’s question. “The goal is to clear the mind. Don’t actively think of anything, but reach for peace in the moment.”

“Peace is a lie,” Fynta quoted, though her joke only earned an eye roll from the Jedi. She cleared her throat. She cleared her throat and beat down her amusement. “Sorry, what do you do with this peace once you find it?”

Instead of answering Fynta, Aric closed his eyes. “Do as I do and listen to my breathing.”

Fynta obeyed, schooling her features to match Aric’s and expanding her senses to reach him. Each breath drew longer, and Fynta felt her muscles relaxing. The galaxy gradually drifted away, leaving Fynta weightless with only Aric’s presence as an anchor. She felt the air in his lungs as if it was her own, the stretch and relaxation of each muscle with the effort. Cool serenity surrounded Fynta, and it sparked a memory of the pool she and Theron had discovered on Rishi. They’d decided to bathe and wash their clothes, then one thing had led to another and—

Aric snarled. “Damn it, woman.”

Fynta realized her mistake too late and peeked one eye open to find the Cathar glaring at her. “Oops.”

Unfolding himself, Aric shoved from his bunk. “I can see why you never mastered the art of meditation. Your thoughts are like a herd of manka cats.”

“Yeah,” Fynta agreed. There was no defense if it was the truth. Slapping her hands on her thighs, Fynta pushed herself upright and headed for the other room. “It was worth a shot, how about that caf?”