#marikk

[goddesstrolls]

One hell of a terrible joke, to ask him to come out here.

Once in a while Arjenn would receive some guidance from Deadsong, a pull towards some troll fated for death. This was one of those times- He couldn't just ignore it.

It was his hometown still, he knew these streets well from the two sweeps he'd spent running messages through them. The buildings were hollow and bomb-shelled, left to rot as grim reminders of the Empire's power.

There were a few shops hanging on in this district, though their doors were closed and their lights off, signs in some windows saying 'CLOSED FOR THE HOLINIGHT' or something to that effect.

Right, it was 12th Perigee's eve. Damned that he'd be on the hunt, tonight of all nights.

He'd gotten a lay of the land. Now he just had to find his mark. Finding one troll in an entire city wasn't as hard as it sounded, not with his eyes-

"Arjenn! Is that you?"

Arjenn turned to see a large rustblood limping towards him.

"Marikk! Good to see you." Arjenn smiled, and as Marikk reached him the man pulled him into a warm hug.

"Good to see you as well, Arjenn. You look different, I hardly recognized you, boy. What happened to your hair?" Marikk held him at arm's length, tilting his head to look again at Arjenn. He was a tall man, built with work-stained hands.

"I couldn't tell you," Arjenn tugged at a few strands of his hair. "Stress, I suppose?"

Marikk gave a huff of laughter. "If that's the cause I should be all grey myself. You left town, didn't you? What brings you back?" Marikk took his hand from Arjenn's shoulder to stand at a more conversational distance, brow furrowing in concern.

"Just passing through, really. Thought I'd check on the farm...See who all was still around." Arjenn threw a sorrowful glance at a shelled husk of a building nearby. That had been some apartments where more than a few friends of his lived.

Marikk pat his shoulder. "Well, come on then. Let's get you out of the cold."

The two went slowly, with Arjenn's forced hobble and Marikk's limp. Arjenn remembered when Marikk had taken the bullet which destroyed his shin.

"You didn't hurt your legs, did you?" Marikk asked, noticing this quickly.

"No, it's just how I have to hide my paws." Arjenn replied, and Marikk nodded, humming as it clicked.

"Good. Wouldn't want to see you like me." Marikk grumbled, and then continued. "What have you been up to, out there?"

"Just traveling. Surviving. Not much else I can do." Arjenn said.

"Much the same here." Sighed Marikk. "Surviving. Not much else."

The two fell silent as two Fleet officers rounded the corner. A lump formed in Arjenn's throat and Marikk tensed beside him.

Thank god, both trolls passed with only a glance in their direction.

"Things have been rough, with those bastards about." Muttered Marikk, once they were well out of earshot. "The bosses can do whatever they want. No repercussions, no answers. Half the trolls who survived, left. The Empire brought in all these young workers who don't give a damn about anything except the pennies they're tossed."

Marikk heaved a sigh. "I wouldn't advise you to stick around, as glad as I am to see you."

"I wish that I could stay longer." Arjenn lied. It brought up too many bad memories to be here, glad as he was to see a few trolls still kicking.

"Well. Let's celebrate while you're here." Marikk clapped a hand on Arjenn's shoulder. "It's 12th Perigee's! We should try to have a smile on."

Marikk lead him to one of their old haunts. Arjenn recognized the path before they got there.

"Is it safe, to use these places still?"

"Fleet knows about all of them." Marikk replied, his tone sober. "They come knocking whenever they're looking for someone. There's nowhere else to go. It's safe enough, for tonight."

Marikk let him into the old brick building- It was a bar, but the rest of the building had been repurposed into rooms for rent, making it into a sort of tavern. It was warm inside, some 12th Perigee's lights and other decorations along the counter. A fire crackled in the hearth, and it looked like many trolls were exchanging gifts, playing cards, or just catching up.

It was busy and Arjenn saw a few familiar faces. Marikk clapped a hand on Arjenn's shoulder as several trolls looked up. "I brought a gift!" He crowed, to scattered but hearty laughter. Arjenn grinned himself, a bit sheepish.

A hot drink was passed into his hands and Dotera, the bartender, fussed over how thin he was, scurrying off to the back to get him something to eat.

Trolls came and went, some Arjenn knew, some Arjenn didn't. Bottles were passed around and drinks poured, someone brought out a harmonica and a guitar, and someone else squeezed behind a table to play the old piano.

They were all more scarred and beaten, more worn down than they were once, but things felt just the same. They protested or fought all night back then, but their best dawns were spent just like this.

Someone entered and Arjenn lifted his head- Recognizing the troll as one of his old comrades, his heart sank into his stomach

One, this troll was dead. Arjenn had seen her broken body. She'd been burned like the rest. Yet here she was, alive- Not undead, but fully alive.

Two, this was the mark Deadsong had sent him after. He saw the cold grasp of Death's hand on her soul.

Arjenn dropped his head, setting his jaw to hide his scowl.

Damn it all. Of course it would be someone he'd known. They all narrowly escaped Death's jaws; It made sense that one might be ripped from them.

His mark, Rekani, was tailed by her matesprit, Jeraia. He wiped the bitter look from his face and put on a calm, pleasant smile, greeting them with a wave from across the bar. Fortunately the place was too crowded now for them to make their way to him.

The bitter taste in his mouth was too strong to ignore now, though.

He'd been offered a bed by Dotera, so Arjenn quietly excused himself and slipped off to his room.

Part Two

[we-are-dragonslayer]

I’m a little late but... WINTERSDAYS-HYPE \o/

If you search me at Wintersdays, you can found me by the Bell-Minigame :3 I’m here for 80% xD

Have a lot of fun with @floral-necromaniac and @lyrinn-illuminates-the-darkness

[lyrinn-illuminates-the-darkness]

Just found the golden chicken in Tarir with some friends and relaxed after collecting mastery points :D 

Agent Finn (sitting Asura) belongs to @we-are-dragonslayer Nalaeyra (Charr) belongs to @lovemissfortune3 Tormentor Marikk belongs to me :D

[ronkeyblue]

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[v-royo]

Marikk's Mission and meeting Rey of Jakku

The new Resistance base is located in a planet mixed with forest and desert. Cara helped the remaining rebels in the Millenium Falcon to escape from the clutches of the First Order with a help of a handful of allied Resistance fighters at her side, along with her ship; Hawthorn. New allies came rushing to give supplies and provisions for their General. They also ship a new fleet from the neighboring planet to help them in the war. What they failed to notice is that the one who convinced the Rebel allies to help General Organa was missing for the past few hours. The one that is attending to them is Cara's first mate; Marikk Wun. He's not as influencial as Cara, but his positive presence is overwhelming that made people forget about the hardships they encountered earlier. Little did they know that he's a force user, with the ability to make dreams and nightmares real. Just force projection, but the details of his projection can still strike fear to ones mind and soul. Today, he aside on projecting their imaginations, but instead, spreads positivity using the force, one that he learned while training in Kashyyyk.

Speaking of Kashyyyk, the last of the wookie kind came to Marikk with open arms as soon as Chewbacca spotted his "nephew". Marikk did the same, then wraps his arms around his "uncle", patting his back.

MARIKK: Uncle Chewie, I miss you!

CHEWBACCA: [Shryiiwook] "I miss you, too, young one. Where have you been?"

MARIKK: Oh, just being the Hawthorn's first mate; following orders, doing business, flying the ship while the captain's busy...

And.... speaking of the captain of the Hawthorn...

CHEWBACCA: "Where IS the captain?"

Marikk flinches inwardly, trying to act cool.

MARIKK: What captain are we talking about?

CHEWBACCA: "Don't play dumb with me, young one. Your force tricks won't work on me, remember?"

MARIKK: Oh jeez... you got me there. (smiles nervously, then leans forward to whisper to Chewie) Come with me.

He led his wookie uncle to the forest where no one's in sight, but despite the privacy, Marikk kept his voice down so that no rebel who might wonder in the woods would hear them murmuring something secretive, eventho one doesn't understand wookie language. Chewbacca suspicions grew when they stopped near a big, old tree. Marikk let out a sigh, then whispers.

MARIKK: Do you remember the girl that I told you about? You know, the one that I like- that I told you that we have a connection? The red-haired one?

CHEWBACCA: "Yes, I remember. You keep on talking about her. How as is she? Did you two get to date?"

MARIKK: Well... (scratches the back of his head, anxiously, looking down)... she.. she's.. gone.

CHEWBACCA: "Like, leave you?"

MARIKK: No. She died.

Chewie let out a soft growl that says "oh". He gently patted Marikk's shoulder as sympathy.

CHEWBACCA: "I'm so sorry."

MARIKK: (shrugs) Well, things happened, uncle Chewie. And I'm trying to get over it. Me and Cara have to do some mission we got ourselves set out to.

CHEWBACCA: "It must have been very hard for you and your friend, young one. You need to take this time to heal."

MARIKK: We can't. At times like these, it's hard to take things to heal. We have a mission to fulfill and it isn't just helping the Resistance.

CHEWBACCA: "What is it then?"

MARIKK: Before the love of my life died, she left a vision of her memories of the future using the force to Cara. Cara saw it, Diva's future vision. And it wasn't about her or any of us close to her. It's about the ones who will bring Light and Dark sides of the force in the middle. Like a--- a balance. Cara wasn't sure who was Diva taking about. But we figured it out after we met you on the Millennium Falcon.

CHEWBACCA: "I barely understood what you were saying, young one."

MARIKK: I know, it's complicated. But all I know is that we need the two last Jedis from the opposite sides of the force to be together. They're still in a conflicted stage from each other, and our goal is to make them resolve their differences in a place where it's just the two of them.

CHEWBACCA: "That really sounds impossible, young one. Young Solo is no longer a Jedi and I don't think young Rey can make him turn to the light after what happened in Snoke's ship."

MARIKK: I know what happened. But it's gonna be different. Trust me.

CHEWBACCA: "How?"

MARIKK: It's a really long story and I don't have much time left. I have to go. But--- I need to take Rey with me.

CHEWBACCA: "Why?"

MARIKK: It's my mission. Then I'll go see Cara.

The wookie gazed at him as he tries to weigh the information his nephew told him. He's not much of a believer of the force, even with his experience with Luke and Leia. But he saw how Marikk uses his force without Jedi training, and he seems okay with it. And then again, with the way things are with the rebellion and the First Order, small-scale missions like Marikk and Cara's seems pointless.

Marikk senses his uncle's uncertainty.

MARIKK: Promise, we'll bring her back in the Resistance. It's something they have to resolve without the Resistance and the First Order bothering them in the background.

Chewbacca wasn't entirely convinced. But the way Marikk looked at him with sincerity reminded him of the time his young nephew asked him if he can go to space and find his home planet if he's old enough to travel away from Kashyyyk.

CHEWBACCA: "Are you certain to bring young Rey to Leia?"

MARIKK: I swear with my life that I will return the girl to her friends and the Resistance. You have my word for it.

It took a moment for the wookie to let the promises sink in, then he nodded frantically, growling his permission. Marikk gave his uncle a tight thank you hug, Chewie hugging him back. But before they go to their separate ways, Marikk asked him one more favor.

He found Rey in the Millennium Falcon, fixing wires at the controls as preparations for their next flight to sleep. He tries to hide presence by hiding his force, but it was something he's not good at. Rey sensed his force once he set foot on the bridge. She abruptly turns around to see find the source of the force.

MARIKK: Ah, didn't mean to disturb you with my presence.

REY: Oh, no. It's alright. I just thought I sensed someone... familiar.

MARIKK: Oh?

REY: It's... (waves her hand to indicate what she's trying to say)... the Force.

MARIKK: Oh.. okay. The Force. Jedi thing, huh?

REY: (shooks her head) I don't think only Jedis know how to use the force.

MARIKK: Well, from what I heard in my expeditions around the galaxy, the Siths use the force, too.

REY: The Siths were originally Jedi's who turn to the Dark side, so apparently the ones that can master the Force are the Jedi's.

MARIKK: Thus the bloodline of the Skywalkers.

Rey was dumbfounded for a moment when he mentioned that family name, transporting her mind to heir of that bloodline, who is now the Supreme Leader of the First Order.

REY: I'm sorry, who are y--?

MARIKK: Marikk. (reaches out and hand to her) Marikk Wun. First mate of the Hawthorn.

REY: (takes his hand, then shakes it) Oh, that ship that helped us earlier?

MARIKK: Precisely.

REY: (smiles politely at him, then realized something is.. off) If you're... if you're the First Mate of the ship, where's the captain?

MARIKK: That is exactly why I'm here for, Rey. The captain wants to see you.

REY: Oh, where is she?

MARIKK: She's... running errands somewhere out there. She wants you meet her to where she is.

REY: But I have to say here with the Rebellion.

MARIKK: I know you have... responsibilities and obligations, but right now, meeting the captain is our top priority.

REY: I'm sorry, but if that's the case I'll your captain next time.

MARIKK: (sighs heavily) I knew you would say that.. (snaps his finger, causing Rey to suddenly drift to sleep. He immediately lean down to her to hoist her up in his arms)... I'm really sorry, Rey. But this mission is important than anything else right now.

Marikk carried her silently to the Hawthorn, located at the end of the forest where the desert starts, avoiding every rebel and droid he sees. By the time he's in the ship, his communicator buzzes. He quickly puts it in his ear, hearing the voice of the captain.

CARA: Mission Accomplished. Now get me out of here, Marikk.

MARIKK: Copy that, Cara. Just have to finish up here and I'll be right there like two flaps of a porg's wing.

CARA: Did you get her?

MARIKK: Yeah, and it wasn't easy like you said. She got priorities.

CARA: Yeah, yeah. Hope of the Resistance. That fate will wait after we accomplish Diva's vision.

MARIKK: I know.. (settles Rey on a bunk then pulls a blanket over her).. on the other hand, I just can't believe your plan work with one of the Rens.

CARA: Well, it's not easy to slay one, let alone all of them with their leader.

MARIKK: So you did killed one of them? (flipping switches on the control room)

CARA: It was a meteor. The knights thought it was me who killed him, so they beat me up. But at least it's all worth it.

MARIKK: It is. Diva saw it. It'll be worth it (seats on the driver's seat, starts up the ship then smoothly flies it to space) I'll be there in 10 minutes. Hang tight.

CARA: Copy that. Don't keep me waiting. (Her line went dead)

Marikk cruises the Hawthorn out of the planet, then sets the ship into lightspeed towards the Supremacy, the ship where the Supreme Leader is on board...

Part 1 (?) here

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[zombiejette]

Foxy Boxes Femmeslash Thiefshipping Moodboard

Based on this cosplay and the abridged series.

[ukdamo]

The Hollow of the Olive Tree

Dimitris Lipertis - Greek Cypriot poet

Marikkou: even if you are middle aged And your hair is almost completely white   You are a queen worth all my singing praise   Fine woman, still holding yourself upright. 

This makes young ladies green with jealousy   My dear, it seems they cannot stand you Knowing they are inferior, they hang   Their heads in shame and blame their clothes and country.

Since the day you got engaged so recklessly And left me lying in the fields alone I stumble blindly, living desperately   The way you see me now, vexed and alone. 

When you used to follow me it seemed   No one better roamed the world than I But behind me a big misfortune streamed   And now I sit here wasting all my life. 

The sight of hills and mountains break my heart The hills and mountains that you roamed, my dove Remind me of my dark and star-crossed lot And make me love you even more, my love. 

When we first fell in love, oh Marikkou Your breasts had only just began to form   We met each other on the mountainside     You and your baby goats trotting along.  

I wonder if you ever bring to mind The hollow trunk of that Vasilis' olive tree The one you hid in when the heavens opened I entered, too, and kissed you on the lips. 

That olive tree, I bought it, it's now mine Its fruit holds every memory of you More precious than a diamond, so it shines Its shade my only consolation, too.

[latex-stockings-in-fashion]

Photo by Daniel Knutsen dovearea.se

Model: Marikk

Stockings: AG Nahtstrumpf 0,2 mm hold-up latex stockings

[bauerntanz]

auf eigene Gefahr

Die Villa Schlikker in #Osnabrück war Sitz der NSDAP. Mit der Geschichte des „Braunen Hauses“ setzt sich die Ausstellung „Es wird gewesen sein“ auseinander: Verrätselte Erinnerung titelt @tazgezwitscher.

Die Villa Schlikker in Osnabrück war Sitz der NSDAP. Mit der Geschichte des „Braunen Hauses“ setzt sich die Ausstellung „Es wird gewesen sein“ auseinander: Verrätselte Erinnerung titelt die taz.

“Es gibt Orte, denen haftet das Grauen an, selbst nach Jahrzehnten noch. Das Kellergeschoss der Osnabrücker Villa Schlikker ist ein solcher Ort. Wer hier hinabsteigt, tut es „auf eigene Gefahr“, warnt…

[medvidekpu]

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[we-are-dragonslayer]

More fun with @floral-necromaniac and @lyrinn-illuminates-the-darkness at Winterdays :D

And yes, Xaiwa is a little Kawaiiqueen XD

Part 1

[lyrinn-illuminates-the-darkness]

»Fire Ele did his job!« :D

I just love this picture! Unfortunately it was taken before I finished Incinerator for Marikk :D

[v-royo]

Finally finished this overdue drawing. Re-introducing to you; MARIKK WUN. Grew up in Kashyyyk, raised by wookies (including Chewbacca, he's almost like his uncle). He's technically the only one that doesn't speak wookie language but understands it, and was known to be the translator for the wookies if an outsider landed in their planet. He was sent away from Kashyyyk after the rise of the empire. He's been living on his own, hopping from one planet to another with any space ship he encounters for years, until he met Cara in Takodana. He asked for a ride to Utapau. But there were many "detours" in their journey to the planet that involves Cara's status as a smuggler that made Marikk interested on being her first mate. He's also a force user that's not interested in becoming a Jedi (heard rumors from his uncle Chewie of the history of Darth Vader that traces back to the Jedi's). His force strongly evolves around making dreams and nightmares real once he touches anyone. It was just a force projection but the way it appears on ones eye, it looks so real. The day he met DIVA, is the day he first found "true love". Marikk was originally from a warrior planet that was annihilated by the Separatists. (in the pic is the traditional clothing of his home planet). His life span is the same as the wookies. He is currently 90 y/o. #oc #marikkwun #starwarsart #starwarsfandom #starwarsoc #starwarsau #starwars #drawing #portrait #illustration #vroyoart #warrior #forceuser #notajedi #animestyle #animeart

[missspecter]

marikk replied to your post: marikk replied to your post: Thoughts on TVD...

IM ACTUALLY CRYING OF LAUGHTER that is such cheap writing though

this was my gradual reaction :

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[alanaldassidepart]

i love your tveidits and i LOVE that you tag aaron with 'tiny broadway god' :DD

Thank you so much!

Even though Aaron is older and taller (And probably more mature) than me, I still feel like I could tuck him into my pocket, u kno?

[combeferret]

marikk replied to your audio post: so i did this song so pls tell me what you think

so good. how old are you?

THANK U

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