#qit answers

[rosewinterborn]

5. Does your character have a favourite kind of fruit?

So I'm not 100% sure where my latest draft of Companion is (love that for me) bc this one might *actually* be answered in the text. So on a whim, my answers are:

Shana: spends a lot of time foraging and probably goes in for something like blackberries when they're in season. I feel like she would be fascinated by tropical fruit like mango or papaya.

Qit: as someone who strikes me as a serial snacker, berries again i think. would probably also appreciate a particularly crisp apple.

Ruhul: has not eaten for pleasure in years, only sustenance. Someone get this man some therapy. And maybe a juice box.

Silvercrest: once again, is a dragon. would try just about anything but I think he would get a lot more out of whatever herbivore was eating the fruit than the fruit itself

[qitwrites]

BRO I JUST READ BREAKING GROUND AND IT WAS SO GOOD. You’re so fucking good at creating atmospheres/making us feel that eerie calm that comes with grief. Damn I’m still recovering. Just wanted to let you know, much love:))

ahhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH this makes my chest ache in the best way possible, thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it :'D

[qi-tana]

HAPPY BORN DAY QIT!!! I hope you're doing well and having a stellar day!

ATSUUUU

[qitapp]

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[expositionpreposition]

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

You are most familiar with Companion, I think, so I'll answer with that!

Shana: not a great patient, but not the worst. She's used to taking care of herself so she'll keep trying to help and will also deem herself well enough long before she actually is. I'd say she's probably pretty good at taking care of others, as she grew up with a disabled mother and studied (loosely) under the village healer!

Qit: the best of the three. She will zonk out and let you do whatever. She's also great at taking care of people. Shana, at least. (Because she *likes* her....

Bowen: Like Shana, he's used to taking care of himself, but he'll be more like an injured animal and sequester himself to lick his wounds because he's not used to having people to take care of him. The only time you're going to be able to keep him bedbound is if he's literally too injured to move. As for taking care of others, he's probably good with the initial incident but after that his bedside manner sucks pretty bad.

[a-dorin]

mine | the mandalorian

word count: 1,941

warnings: smut, daddy kink, slight bdsm(?), a tiny bit of angst

summary: after a rough day, you refuse any help from the mandalorian. he slings you over his shoulder, carrying you to your quarters, where he helps ease your stress.

the sky stretched onward for miles, a dark navy void dotted with stars. you let out a sigh, fiddling with some buttons on the control panel. it was well past midnight, but the time was hard to tell. every hour of the day looked the same when in space. 

"i wouldn't play around with those," a voice snapped you out of your trance, startling you. 

you jumped in the seat, placing a hand on your chest, "don't scare me like that."

beskar gleamed in the moonlight, "i'm sorry doll, should i warn you next time?"

"fuck off," you scoffed, spinning in the chair. 

"you're in my seat," the mandalorian shrugged, "and you're messing around with things you shouldn't be messing around with."

"i'm sorry doll," you rolled your eyes, scoffing, "should i move seats?"

the mandalorian let out a huff of annoyance, placing his hands on your shoulders, "what's wrong?"

you scowled, attempting to hold up a tough exterior. yet, once his gloved hands began to knead your shoulders, soothing your sore muscles, you crumbled, "i just had a bad day. that's all."

"what went wrong?" din inquired, his tone curious. 

as the partner of the famed mandalorian, you were the brains of the duo. your lover, the mandalorian, was the brawn. for the past six months, you were woven into an intricate relationship with the mysterious and complex warrior. the two of you met on nevarro, where you were a bounty hunter for the guild. your first encounter with din was when the two of you accidentally collided. you were on the hunt for your next target. apparently, lando sent din out for the same bounty as well. at first, the two of you got into a heated argument, but worked it out, splitting the bounty. 

it wasn't long till din asked if you wanted to travel the galaxy with him. it helped that he was on the run, with a precious bounty in his possession. he had encountered a foundling, which was supposed to be a target. din cared for the child, eventually claiming it as his own for the time being. the two of you were co-parenting, traveling the universe in search for the child's true home. 

without a doubt, you loved din. even if it meant not being able to see his face. you understood the creed completely, as you did not want to disrespect din. so, the two of you found compromises. whenever you ached for touch, din would find a way to fulfill your needs. 

din returned the same affection, giving you more love than you deserved. the mandalorian adored you endlessly, providing you with constant care, wisdom, and protection. you were his soul mate, without a doubt. he admired your quick qit and perseverance, as you never abandoned a mission or left anyone behind. as much as he longed for you to see his face, he knew that this was the way of life.  

realizing you never answered din's question, you shrugged slightly, "things just didn't go as plan today. when the child and i went to the marketplace, he wouldn't listen to me. he was the reason why some of my trading deals fell through. he wouldn't go to bed right away either."

"welcome to raising a child baby," din chuckled, the noise echoing through the empty ship, "c'mon, let's get some sleep. maybe you'll feel better after some rest."

"i'm fine," you pouted, folding your arms over your chest.

"babygirl," the nickname made you stiffen, a slight blush spreading through your cheeks, "why don't we go to bed?"

"you're extremely convincing," you snorted, remaining still. 

din tsked, a loud yelp escaping your lips, as he lifted you from the seat, slinging you over his shoulder. you squirmed, your struggle dismal against din's iron grip. you were silent as din carried you to your shared quarters, laying you down on the bed. there was not a single word exchanged between the two of you as din removed a layer of his armor. you bit your lip, the tension in the room like static electricity.

"stay put," din commanded, his voice low. 

you obeyed, fiddling with a string on the comforter. din placed a clean handkerchief beside you, "here, you know what to do."

eagerly, you slipped off your tunic, casting it to the floor. you shimmied out of your pants, throwing those to the side as well. adrenaline pumped through your veins as you wrapped the handkerchief around your head, darkness filling your vision. excitement buzzed through you, as you were fully aware of what was to come next. 

the clanging of armor as it fell to the floor bounced off the walls, your ears ringing. wetness pooled between your thighs. din hadn't even touched you yet but you ached for his touch. to relieve your stress. to ease all of your worries. you laid back down, the silence in the room almost unbearable. 

din's voice flooded your left ear, "relax babygirl, let daddy take care you." 

din's soft lips met with your collarbone, his kisses hungry as he nipped at the skin. his hands roamed your body, palms cupping your breasts as he squeezed them. you moaned softly, fueling din's desire to fuck you senseless. 

sex was a rare occasion, as often times both of you were either too exhausted or handling the child. so, whenever din saw opportunity, he seized it. throughout the day, the mandalorian thoughts wandered. filthy images poured into his mind, his cock hardening, strained against the fabric of his pants. now, you were beneath him, desperate for his next move. din was in full control of you, orchestrating it all. a rush of satisfaction filled him to the brim. he loved when you were submissive. especially when he didn't have to assert his dominance. 

"din," you groaned, music to the warrior's ears, "please, just fuck me."

"so eager," din purred, fingers toying with the hook of your bra, "do you want this off?"

you nodded slightly, din grasping your chin in your hands, "you know i can't see the want in your eyes baby. you have to tell daddy what you want." 

"i want you to take the rest of my clothes off," your voice was quiet, almost timid.  

din softened, "baby, does this intimidate you?"

"no," your response was immediate, "i love it."

"you know the safe word," din murmured, "if this gets to be too much just let me know, okay?"

"okay din," you whispered, desperate to feel his lips on your skin once more.

the feeling of din's lips on your skin was enough to make you cum. since one of your senses was taken away, the others were heightened. the way he touched you was almost like sheer ectasy. the pleasure was immense but it just felt so fucking good. you drank in every moment like this with din, savoring the feeling. din knew how to fuck you good. how to fuck you so good that your thighs shook, toes curled, your orgasm crashing into you, showering you with intense pleasure. your inability to watch it all was a small price to pay for how the mandalorian made you feel. 

din's fingertips brushed your back as he took off your bra, sending a shiver down your spine. his touch was so gentle that you almost didn't feel him sliding your underwear down your legs. his palms were warm as he ran them along your thighs. his thumb connected with your clit, circling it. you arched your back, crumpling under his touch. 

"such a good girl," din cooed, "your pussy is so wet for me. you're dripping."

din wasted no time, his cock filling up your tight pussy without warning. you screamed out his name, the mandalorian groaning as your walls enveloped his hard cock. he adjusted so that you could take it all, his length taking in every inch of your walls. his hands gripped your hips, your arms looped around his neck. 

his lips met yours, kissing you hungrily. you reciprocated, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. din sucked on your lower lip, growling his cock pounded into you. you moaned into his mouth, the cries desperate for more. begging for more. skin met with heated skin, a dull slapping sound filling the room. 

this time, din was ruthless with you, fucking you senseless. tears brimmed your eyes, but it just felt so damn good. too fucking good. your juices dripped down din's cock, flowing onto the bed. din's mouth left yours, connecting with your neck. 

you threw your head back, as din hit your g-spot. stars popped like fireworks, filling your vision. you came undone, moaning as din's cock pumped in and out of you. your cum all over din's cock sent him over the edge, him pulling out. he came all over your stomach, making a mess.

"i'll be back," din promised, placing a chaste kiss on your temple. 

you remained still, awaiting for the mandalorian's return. he came back merely seconds later, a warm towel gently caressing your heated skin. beneath you, cum soaked the blanket, din's strong hands rolling you over.

"here," he murmured, his hands guiding you, "stand up for a second."

you obeyed, rustling flooding your hearing. din must have replaced the blanket. he left the room once more, giving you the signal to get dressed. sighing, you discarded the handkerchief, the moonlight bright in your vision. you blinked, plucking your tunic from the floor. slipping it over your head, you curled up in the bed, a feeling of despair washing over you. 

closing your eyes, you drifted off, pondering if din was going to return. sometimes he did. sometimes he didn't. your ears caught the sound of the door, the comforter rustling as din slid in bed next to you.

"i love you (y/n)," he whispered, his tone gentle.

"i love you too," a smile formed on your lips. 

"i might let you get a peek," din's throat vibrated on your shoulder blade, "only if you're good tomorrow."

"wouldn't that be disobeying the creed?"

"not if it's a peek," din kissed your head, wrapping you into his arms, "i hope i ended your day on a good note."

"you always do," you sighed with content.

din began to run his fingers through your hair, the action lulling you to sleep. you dozed off, your light snores filling the quiet room. din felt exhaustion overwhelm him, eventually falling asleep himself. hours passed, and you stirred, blinking. the child's cries were almost deafening, but you could still feel a presence next to you in bed. 

you rolled over, hoping that din was asleep. your breath hitched in your throat as you saw your lover for the very first time. 

his hair was a light brunette mess, his skin a fairer complexion. a mustache was just below his strong nose, his lips a soft pink. without a doubt, you were in love with the most handsome man in the galaxy. his eyelashes fluttered as he slept, light snores coming from his lips. you ached to reach out, to feel his features. yet, you knew you couldn't. it would wake him. 

you rose from the bed, a warm feeling seeping into your chest. your love for the mandalorian was intensified, as you finally got a glimpse at last. din djarin was beautiful soul. a compassionate, loving soul who wanted nothing more but to protect those who needed it. not only was he a beautiful soul, he was a gorgeous being. the most beautiful being in the galaxy. 

and the best part is, that he is yours. 

all yours. 

[dailytafsirofquran]

Daily Tafsir of Ibn Kathir

The gods of the Idolators do not even own a Qitmir

Another aspect of His perfect power and might is that He has subjugated the night with its darkness and the day with its light. He takes from the length of the one and adds it to the shortness of the other, until they become equal. Then He takes from the latter and adds to the former, so one becomes long and the other becomes short, so they take from one another in summer and in winter.

(And He has subjected the sun and the moon,) and the stars and planets, with their light. All of them run in their appointed courses and in the manner prescribed for them, as decreed by the Almighty, All-Knowing.

each runs its course for a term appointed. means, until the Day of Resurrection.

Such is Alla0h, your Lord? means, the One Who has done all this is the Almighty Lord besides Whom there is no other true God.

(And those, whom you invoke or call upon instead of Him,) means, `the idols and false gods whom you claim to be in the form of angels who are close to Allah,'

own not even a Qit?m0r. Ibn Abba0s, may Alla0h be pleased with him, Muja0hid, Ikrimah, Ata0 , At?iyah Al- Awfi, Al-H?asan, Qata0dah and others said, This is the thread that is attached to the pit of a date. In other words, they do not possess anything in the heavens or on earth, not even anything equivalent to this Qit?m0r. Then Alla0h says:

(If you invoke them, they hear not your call;) means, `the gods upon whom you call instead of Allah, do not hear your supplication, because they are inanimate and have no soul in them.'

(and if (in case) they were to hear, they could not grant it to you.) means, `they are not able to do any of the things that you ask them for.'

And on the Day of Resurrection, they will disown your worshipping them means, `they will disown you.' This is like the Ayat:

(And who is more astray than one who calls on besides Allah, such as will not answer him till the Day of Resurrection, and who are (even) unaware of their calls to them And when mankind are gathered, they (false deities) will become their enemies and will deny their worshipping.) (46:5-6), and

(And they have taken gods besides Allah, that they might give them honor, power and glory. Nay, but they will deny their worship of them, and become opponents to them.) (19:81-82)

(And none can inform you like Him Who is the All-Knower.) means, no one can tell you about the consequences of things and how they will end like the One Who is the All-Knower of them. Qatadah said, "He is referring to Himself, may He be blessed and exalted, for He undoubtedly tells the truth.''

(15. O mankind! it is you who stand in need of Allah. But Allah is the Rich, Worthy of all praise.) (16. If He willed, He could destroy you and bring about a new creation.) (17. And that is not hard for Allah.) (18. And no bearer of burdens shall bear another's burden; and if one heavily laden calls another to (bear) his load, nothing of it will be lifted even though he be near of kin. You can warn only those who fear their Lord unseen and perform the Salah. And he who purifies himself (from all kinds of sins), then he purifies only for the benefit of himself. And to Allah is the Return (of all).)

[as-kingfishers-catch-fire]

The thing has been done!

Meet @bright-like-the-sun a.k.a. Qit, a yellow who is somewhat unusually green (especially by descent). She lives in the country of Qoloc, which has a mixed child credit system (one per childless pair + auction), patrilineal caste inheritance, and which keeps its reds deep underground instead of in segregated districts (she thinks this system is vastly superior).

She talks about being a yellow who is frequently mistaken for green online, and especially about the assholes that can come with this. (She is very firm that she is yellow, despite her heritage and if we’re being honest greenish tendencies.) She loves languages and poetry. She will willingly answer questions about Qoloc, and even probably write drablets about Amentan media if prompted and (because we are both giant nerds) translate short sentences into Qoloqat.

About is here, About OOC (which goes into considerably more detail about her background) is here (and I will try to fix the formatting when I get a chance).

@shedoesnotcomprehend

[rosewinterborn]

2. What's your character's opinion on salted caramel as a flavour?

Another ask! (These are going to come out more slowly bc i have to think of the answers as i go, sorry :P)

Going with the Companion characters, who afaik have never encountered salted caramel but would have a range of opinions:

Shana: probably going to have (closest to) my irl opinion and whether or not she likes it is going to correlate pretty directly with how much salt is involved. More salt will take this from an occasional indulgence to "get that shit away from me." I think overall since she's used to eating largely unprocessed foods the caramel would be very rich for her either way.

Qit: perfectly fine on occasion but not her favorite. What is her favorite? That's a great question. I'll ask her.

Ruhul: i think he'd really like it actually. I don't have anything to back this up other than vibes.

Silvercrest: is a dragon so i think there's a good chance he'd find it a waste of time, but also the idea of my scary sky lizard son having a sugar addiction is actually hysterical to me so yknow what he might like it too actually

[qitwrites]

dude your ps5 fic really got to me 😭 sero deserves all the love and I'm glad that class A realizes it too :,) thank u for writing this fic, I loved it!!

Hi nonnie, so glad you liked it! ^^ I cannot stress enough how much of this is based on real-life, like my brother straight up made a Whatsapp group named Avengers: ASSEMBLE and like 7 of us tried for the PS5 and nothing. it was insanity.

[qi-tana]

hAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU INCREDIBLE PERSON!! I hope you have a day as wonderful as you ヽ( ´¬`)ノ

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH AJDFSIBFSFJKBN

[qitwrites]

I just read your fic Ink and Whiskey, and its perfect!! It's one of the best I've ever read, seriously! I'm probably just gonna binge read your other fics right now, because your writing and characterisation are awesome!! Keep up the good work! 😄

o-ohh my goodness, thank you so much??? Ink and Whiskey is one of my older works and it’s kinda embarrassing when I reread it to see that other people still read it cause i’d like to think i’ve come quite far from that point, but it’s also really great to know people enjoy my stuff nonetheless. I’m glad you liked it jellybean

[qitwrites]

I read and holy shit it was sooo good! The entire time I was reading it I had this goofy grin on my face! Thank you for writing that fanfic it made my day!

you’re so precious, thank you for making my day with this message ;____; 

[qitwrites]

Hi! I just wanted to say the I really liked ! It was so cute and I couldn't stop smiling! I hope you write more bnha fics (I just read all the ones you've posted and I'm dying)! Have a great day!😄

ahhhh >////

it’s certainly not my last bnha fic! i’m really glad you enjoyed them

[qitwrites]

I quite like Fire Red. As in, I adore it really. Problem is, the art link in the description was invalid. And I wish I could see it..

ahh i’m glad you liked it! Also, here’s a working link to the art :) 

[qitwrites]

Do you have an Archive of Your Own account?

I do! I use the name Qitana.