#sor-ry ;9

[jaso7]

age reversal :heart_hands:

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Various digital drawings of Jonathan Sims from TMA, all set during season four. He is a tall, thin British-Indian man with receding and unruly curly grey hair. It Is long and usually tied back half-up, half-down. His skin is covered in a variety of scars, some fresher than others, and he wears rectangular glasses. In the first drawing, he is staring with focus down at the cigarette he is lighting. In the second, he is shown in profile, wearing a noticeably oversized mustard-coloured jumper, the neck of which he holds to his mouth and nose, with a tear visible in his eye. In the third and fourth drawings, his eyes glow red as he looks down with a sardonic smile, then at the viewer with a grave expression. Beside these there is a transcript excerpt that says “ARCHIVIST: (flatly) Or perhaps you could answer some questions.” In the last, he is shown sitting against an unseen wall, seemingly asleep, with his glasses tucked into the front of his shirt, and his head propped against his hand. Amongst the drawings are a cassette tape that has the note “recording by Martin Blackwood” and little hearts surrounding it; a lit zippo lighter with a spiderweb design; a clean and disembodied human rib; and a smartphone with a cracked screen. Above the phone are a series of texts sent seemingly from Jon to Martin: “do you hat e me pleas be honest”/”iM only yipts i PORMISE MAETIN”/”i;m sor ry for inconvcebie d.Ng you :’(” Then, there is a timestamp for “today, 9:34am”, followed by more messages: “Sorry. I want to reiterate that I’m still very worried; I don’t trust that you’re safe.”/”Let me know if I can help you.” The last message is a single heart emoji, but it is showing as not delivered. End ID.]

two of them

idk what to tell u. in s4 this man simply has a certain pathetic rizz. a wet dog je ne sais quoi.

[a-z0-9-i-n-gram-completionist]

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6:    123412 234123 341234 412341 absolu absurd becaus believ bsolut culous diculo digits divisi ecause elieve epeate houldn hundre iculou idicul illion isible ivisib lutely millio number olutel peated repeat ridicu should solute starte tarted trench umbers undred visibl    38/2176782336    (34/308915776)    (4/1000000)

7:    1234123 2341234 3412341 4123412 absolut because believe bsolute diculou divisib epeated hundred iculous idiculo ivisibl million numbers olutely repeate ridicul shouldn solutel started visible    24/78364164096    (20/8031810176)    (4/10000000)

8:    12341234 23412341 34123412 41234123 absolute bsolutel diculous divisibl idiculou ivisible repeated ridiculo solutely    13/2821109907456    (9/208827064576)    (4/100000000)

9:    123412341 234123412 341234123 412341234 absolutel bsolutely divisible idiculous ridiculou    9/101559956668416    (5/5429503678976)    (4/1000000000)

10:    1234123412 2341234123 3412341234 4123412341 absolutely ridiculous    6/3656158440062976    (2/141167095653376)    (4/10000000000)

11:    12341234123 23412341234 34123412341 41234123412    4/131621703842267136    (0/3670344486987776)    (4/100000000000)

12:    123412341234 234123412341 341234123412 412341234123    4/4738381338321616896    (0/95428956661682176)    (4/1000000000000)

13:    1234123412341 2341234123412 3412341234123 4123412341234    4/170581728179578208256    (0/2481152873203736576)    (4/10000000000000)

14:    12341234123412 23412341234123 34123412341234    3/6140942214464815497216    (0/64509974703297150976)    (3/100000000000000)

15:    123412341234123 234123412341234    2/221073919720733357899776    (0/1677259342285725925376)    (2/1000000000000000)

16:    1234123412341234    1/7958661109946400884391936    (0/43608742899428874059776)    (1/10000000000000000)

all of the numbers that are divisible by 17 sound so absurd. 51? 68? 85? ridiculous. 102? absolutely not. and don't even get me started on 119

[creoterative]

Incorrect The Walking Dead Telltale Games Quotes

Info: Such a long title... Buuuut same game as with the last post I made, these are not mine, they are from Tumbir.com. I’m sor´ry, I probably won’t be able to find the original creator of these (if he created them himself at all...) but, uh... I found them when googling Marlon, soooo... yeah. They will mostly be about the Ericson Kids, and Clem/AJ, because, you might have guessed it by now, Marlon is my favorite, he’ll appear a lot, haven’t seen much stuff about him

Warnings: Swears. A lot.

Clem: *Is choking*

Louis: Help! I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Mitch: Just turn it upside down and use the 6 instead.

Louis: Genius!

Clem: *Stops choking momentarily* What the fuck?!

---

Louis: What are you going to be for Halloween?

Violet: Gay.

Louis: You're gay every day?! That doesn't count!

---

Louis: There are spiritual guides above, look up and see 'em!

Marlon: Uuuhhh...

Willy: *Crawling on the ceiling like a spider* You should steal stop signs!

---

Louis To the camera: This is how I enter my house!

Louis: *Kicks down the door* WHA'S UP FUCKERS!

Violet: Why do you have my phone?

Louis: 'CAUSE FUCK YOU THAT'S WHY!

---

Marlon: I wish I was a dinosaur.

Louis: Why? Cause they're big and scary? Cause they're-

Marlon: Because they're all dead.

Louis, Softly: Marlon we talked about this-

---

Louis: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavoured cake.

Marlon: That is... acceptable.

Clem: I agree.

Louis: *Happy noises*

---

Violet: You know, pizza rolls are just spaghetti flavoured tide pods?

Louis: *Questioning his existence*

---

Clem: What's it like being friends with Marlon?

Louis: Once I asked him for a glass of water while he was pissed at me and he brought me a glass full of ice and said 'Wait'.

Clem: *Chuckles lightly*

---

Louis: The 3 stages of man: He believes in Santa Claus. He doesn't believe in Santa Claus. He is Santa Claus!

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Willy, Circling Mitch: What'cha reading?

Mitch: Homework.

Willy, Eats it: What homework?

Mitch: Thanks.

---

Louis: You know, deers have one major design flaw. They can't walk on ice, that's dangerous. We should give all the deers little ice cleats for their hooves.

Marlon: Why would you want to weaponize deers?!

Louis, Mouthing: Weaponize?

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Louis: You're like a cat. Cute, snuggly, stinky, and bastardous. I love you~

Violet: Then give me money.

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Marlon: Well, if it isn't Clementine?

Clem: But it is me?

Marlon: No, it's an expression-

Clem: Your villain tricks won't work on me.

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Louis: *Draws a circle around himself*

Louis: Violet! It's a pentagram!

Violet: A pentagram needs to have a star in the middle.

Louis: Bitch, I am the star!

---

Marlon, pointing AJ’s gun at her: I request for you not to be a Bitch.

Violet: Request denied.

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Marlon: *Gets a paper cut*

Louis: *Under their breath* Hasn't he been through enough already!

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Clem: Did you drink all my Caprisuns?

AJ: *Currently drinking one and sitting in a pile of about six others* First of all, I don't appreciate the accusations...

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Louis: If you put 'Violently' in front of everything to describe your actions, it becomes funnier.

Brody: Violently studies.

Ruby: Violently bakes.

Marlon: Violently trains.

Violet: Violently murders people.

Louis: Violently worries about that previous statement.

---

Violet: There's only one race. The human race-

Willy: What about NASCAR???

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Louis: I just made a pot of kool-aid.

Marlon: You don't make a pot of kool-aid.

Louis: Well, I did.

Marlon: Is it hot?

Louis: Yeah!

Marlon: I'm not gonna drink it.

Louis: I made this FOR YOU!?

Marlon: Why don't you grow up?

Louis: DRINK IT OR I'LL POUR IT ON THE FLOOR AND BLAME IT ON YOU!

---

Violet: I hate being touched. The last time I touched another human was when I was 14. It was during hand to hand combat.

Marlon: Clem is literally hugging you right now.

Violet: This means nothing.

---

Louis: Come on now, I wasn't that drunk.

Marlon: You tried to colour my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.

Louis: *Tearing up* But you are!

---

Louis: *T-posing* Whomst'd've consumed my ice juice?

Violet: Should I call the exorcist?

Clem: *T-posing* I hath consumed the ocean sauce!

Marlon: Call the exorcist.

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Ruby: I relate to Belle because she loves books and likes people for who they are.

Louis: I relate to Tinkerbell because she needs attention or she dies.

---

Clem: AJ, AJ, calm down... Do you want a cookie?

AJ: You have a cookie?

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Marlon: Good morning.

Louis: Good morning!

Clem: You guys sound like robots. Spice it up a little!

Violet, Kicking down the door: Horrible morning, Dipshits!?

Clem: *Smiling a little* That's what i meant.

---

Tenn: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated, Violet

Violet, Nodding: Killed without hesitation!

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Mitch: What state do you live in?

Violet: Constant anxiety.

Marlon: Denial.

Louis: Perfection!

Clem: *Concerned* Georgia...

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Louis: At my funeral, I'm going to have a Kahoot game with 1000 questions about my life and whoever wins, gets my entire will!

Marlon: Bold of you to assume I'm ever letting you die.

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Violet: If you insult me again I'll eat your shower curtains.

Marlon: I have... glass doors?

Violet: Well crunchity munchity! You think that will stop me?!

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Marlon: *Trying to reach something on a shelf* Louis, I need a boost.

Louis: Alright *Claps* Go for it, you can do it, you're the best! Woo-hoo!

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Marlon: You challenged me to a fight six times since we started talking.

Violet: Make it seven!

Clem: Hell, make it eight with my own.

Violet: *Chuckles* Fine make it eight.

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AJ, Showing up at the house in roller skates and a Hawaiian shirt after being gone for a month: Clem ur NOT gonna fuckin believe this!?

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Brody, Meditating with the whole gang: Release all the sounds that are trapped in your mind.

Clem: *Looking around before screaming* aaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!??

Brody: Are you okay?

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Louis: Clem! Marlon and I reprogrammed my old Furby together, look!

Furby: Your mortal souls will be trophies of the harvest.

Clem: *Life drained out of her* Okokokokokokokokokokokokok-

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Louis: I'm 39 Cheetos tall.

Clem: Why did you measure yourself in Cheetos?

Louis: Because we're all out of Doritos.

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Louis: I'm going to make a coffee just like you.

Clem: Bitter, dark, tasteless. Not up to societies standards.

Marlon: *Distraught* I'm pretty sure Louis was going to say something else.

Louis: *Also distraught* I was going to say sweet.

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Marlon: Why are you sitting in the dryer?

Violet: Because I can fit and you can't.

Marlon: Are you still mad at me because I can reach the top shelf and you can't?

Violet: *Closes dryer door*

Marlon: NO VIOLET YOU'RE GONNA SUFFOCATE!?

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Violet: On a scale from lamppost to chupacabra, what is your favourite colour of the alphabet?

Clem: Blenders or applesauce.

Louis: Wha-

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Louis: *Screams*

Violet: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Clem: Aren't you going to stop them??

Marlon: I kinda wanna see who wins.

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AJ: Why is my hand shaking?

Violet: Your skeleton is ready to hatch.

AJ: W h a t?!

Clem: *Hugging AJ* NO. He just had too much coffee!

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Violet: Marlon sneezed earlier and I accidentally said "Shut the fuck up" Instead of "Bless you"

Clem: *Laughing hysterically* ...How does that even happen?

Violet: I don't know!

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Marlon: *Traps a wasp under a cup*

Louis: *Puts two more cups down*

Marlon: Please, no-

Louis: *Starts shuffling the cups*

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Violet: I'm gay and confused.

Clem: Not about being gay.

Violet: *Gestures to her math homework* I just want to know what the fuck is going on.

---

Brody: But strength isn't your strength. Adorable cuteness is!

Marlon: *Angry* Can I use it to control others.

Brody: Um... yeah, sure! Just be righteous about it.

---

Aasim: Ruby, where are you going?

Ruby: Well, that depends, Aasim. When I die, probably hell! But right now, I'm going to the kitchen.

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Marlon: Let me rephrase. Did you do anything productive today?

Louis: *Offended* I fail to see how my pillow fort is not productive. There's room for me and my cats in here!

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Marlon: *Encountering a Roomba for the first time and being baffled but also wildly amused* What is this funny little ground disk and what does it do?

Louis: His names DJ Roomba and he's my only friend.

Marlon: *Kicks the Roomba and is insulted* I thought I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND...

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Louis: Your full power will only amount to 2% of Shaggy's.

Marlon: *Nods solemnly*

Clem: What the fuck is going on?!

---

Tenn: How did this happen?

Willy, Stuck in a trash can: How does anything happen? Move past it.

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Louis: I may be short but that doesn't mean I'm innocent!

Louis: *Aggressively tries to open a Caprisun*

Marlon: ...

Marlon: Would you like me to open it for you?

Louis: *Voice cracking* Yes please.

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Marlon: Did you know that when you break a bone it typically will heal back stronger than before?

Louis: So what you're saying is I should break every bone in my body until I become invincible?

Ruby: *Distressed* LOUIS DO NOT!?

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Louis: Marlon, you deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Marlon: You're my reward, Louis!

Violet: Marlon, you deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Marlon: Yeah, you're a real Bitch sometimes.

---

Brody: You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Marlon: No offence Sweetie, but I feel like I'm being threatened by a cupcake.

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Aasim: Ruby? It's 4am, why are you baking a cake? And what's with the party decorations and sweets?

Ruby: I'm celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity. Want a cookie?

Aasim: Come on Ruby, I will take you back to bed.

Aasim: I will even make you some green tea, it will help you fall asleep.

Ruby: Eh, I don't know, the cake sounds better than anything else.

Aasim: Come on now, we are going back to bed.

---

Mitch: Violet's at that party, isn't she? Good for her, getting out and socializing.

Marlon: I agree. She's not holed up in her room anymore.

Violet, Hiding upstairs in her room, with Clem: Okay okay, do you think I can eat fifty of those chocolate bars in one minute.

Clem: Make it sixty and you have my bet.

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Louis, Enters room carrying a green plastic lightsaber: All women are queens.

Willy, Walks through a wall into the opposite side of the room, holding a red plastic lightsaber: If she breathes, SHE'S A THOOOOOOOT!

Clem: *Watching it all happen with a bowl of popcorn*

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*Everyone is in the car, driving on the highway in the rain*

James: Clementine, you've been staring out the window for the past hour and you haven't said anything. Are you okay?

Clem: Shhh... We're almost to the chorus.

James: What? But there's no music playing??

AJ: She's in a music video.

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Brody: We're in this together. You were there too.

Marlon: *Waves hand over her face* Or was I?

Brody: The Jedi mind trick doesn't work in real life, Dick.

Marlon: ...

Marlon: *Tries again* Or does it?

---

Clem: What do you guys say when you answer the phone?

Tenn: What's up?

AJ: Who dis be?

Willy: No, she's dead, this is her son.

---

Violet: I am living in PJs. What about you?

Marlon, Done with life: I am living in pain.

Louis: *Highly concerned for his health* Marlon, are you okay?

---

Willy: *Aggressively playing the trumpet*

AJ: *Aggressively playing the violin*

Clem: *Panicking* They're wiggle-battling again!?

Louis: *Cowering in fear under a table* We haven't slept in a week!?

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Louis: Hey Marlon, wanna hear a joke?

Marlon: Sure.

Louis: Okay, knock knock.

Marlon: Who's there?

Louis: Interrupting idiot.

Marlon: Interrupting idiot who-

Tenn, Appearing behind him, eyes full of tears: What do you mean, 'Interrupting idiot'?

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Violet: Damn the power went out.

Willy: Don't worry I got this!

Willy: *Shakes rapidly and lights up*

Violet: What-?

Willy: I swallowed a glowstick!

Ruby, On the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!

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Louis: YEETED!

Marlon: YOTE!

Louis: YEETED!!!

Marlon: Y O T E!!!

Brody: Please, you two...

Violet: Just tell us who threw the coffee maker!?

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Omar: Clem, guess what's for dinner??? Pasketti!

Mitch: Omar, she's a teenager, I doubt she'll be happy to call spaghetti 'Pasketti' at the age-

Clem, Jumping up and down with delight: We're having pasketti!!!!!?????

---

Clem: "Ladies and gentlemen" Is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lenghtly, and honestly I'm already dozing off.

Clem: "Cowards" On the other hand, is inclusive to all gender, casual and fun, short and to the point, exciting, and dramatic.

AJ: *Taking notes*

---

Louis, Knocking on Marlon's door: Marlon, are you having a depressive episode?

Marlon, So done with life, again: Depressive episode? I've been having a depressive series and I'm on season five right now!?

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Brody: Can I ask you a question?

Violet: You just did.

Brody: Ha ha, very funny. Then can I ask two?

Violet: You already did.

Brody: ...

Brody: ...Can I ask four questions?

Violet: You just did.

Brody: When???

Violet: Just now.

Brody: I hate you...

Violet: Aww! I hate you too! *Boops her on the nose*

Brody: *not amused*

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Marlon: *Sipping coffee* Pfffft this coffee tastes horrid, who brewed it?

Louis: Well, I thought that AJ should learn how to use the coffee maker.

Marlon: In what universe of yours, did that come up as a good idea?

Clem: *Walking out with a mug of coffee* I suggested it. I wanted to know the true meaning of a depressed but deadly coffee.

---

Louis, slowly turning to the side: Hey Marlon, you up?

Marlon: *Grumbling* Yes.

Louis: Okay cool, so I was thinking-

Marlon: No- I mean I'm up because of you.

Louis: ...

Marlon: ...

Louis: Well since you're up, I was thinking we should hide Violet's stuff.

Marlon: You son of a Bitch... I'm in!

---

Marlon: What's going on with you and Violet? Like are you dating or-

Clem: No, no, we're just friends.

Marlon: I've caught you making out five times.

Violet, Walking in: Actually, it was six times.

---

Aasim: *Has been laying on the ground for 15 minutes*

Mitch: What's wrong, Aasim?

Aasim: I'm a little overwhelmed.

Mitch: Why?

Aasim: Ruby smiled at me.

---

Clem, Squishing Louis's face between two pieces of bread 'idiot sandwich style': What are you?!?

Marlon, in the distance: A SNACK!!

Clem: *Scandalized gasp* NO!

---

Clem: *Yawns*

Violet: Yeah, being pretty and cute must be tiring.

Clem: *Tilts her head* Then you must be exhausted.

Violet: *Blushes furiously*

---

Clem: *Hugs Louis*

Louis: Aww, are you hugging me because you love me?

Clem: No, it's because I'm fucking clingy.

---

Louis: Such beautiful scenery... Silence... Only you and me.

Louis: You really are that romantic, huh?

Marlon: ...We're on a chairlift.

---

Clem: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Marlon: A horrible decision, really.

---

Marlon: Clem, what do you think the meaning of life is?

Clem: Hmm, now that's a tricky one. I'd guess it would be-

Violet: CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES, SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU AND HEAR THE LAMENTATIONS OF THEIR WOMEN!

Clem: Or having a family! It's pretty much the same!

Marlon: *Slowly backs away*

[utterlyinevitable]

#9 from the prompt list, Ethan x MC please 👀

A Fight Like Any Other

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Becca Lao) Rating: T+ Word Count: 421 Summary: They go to sleep angry.  Tropes: Angst, Domestic, Fighting

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

a/n: thank you for requesting. SO sorry it’s taken ages to finish 💓

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“Calm down, you’re being irrational.”  

“Oh sor-ry I’m difficult and I have opinions and I’m not perfect!” 

Ethan folds his arms over his chest and scoffs, the sound reverberating off the walls like a sniper shooting his only bullet. “I’m not dealing with you when you’re like this.” 

“Like what?” Becca shouts from her place across the living room. “A fucking human being?” 

“Rebecca,” he warns. This has all been blown out of proportion; an off-handed comment amplified into a winless war by her precarious mind.

“Sleep on the fucking couch tonight!” She shrieks before she storms away, slamming every door she comes into contact with as she goes. 

Ethan tidies the scene of the crime, gives her the space she needs to let the simmering pot off heat. Then he sits in the living room with a lengthy medical journal or two he has been meaning to read for days and days until the pot turns frigid. Until he can’t hear huffing or the droning notes of the vengeful bass music rattling the walls. 

Hours later he pads to their bedroom. Gingerly opens the door to the pitch-black space - no lights, curtains pulled tight, even his digital clock unplugged. Ethan’s eyes adjust as he makes his way to the far side of the bed - his side. Looking for any other signs of her rage, intent to keep him away tonight. All he finds is Rebecca curled into a ball teetering on the edge of her side of the king-sized mattress. With just one nudge she would surely fall to the floor. 

Careful as can be, he sheds his day clothes and slides under the sheets. Resigned and retiring to his carefully outlined territory. 

Sunshine nor the buzz of his alarm wakes Ethan Ramsey up the next morning. No, those things were destroyed in her blitz. Instead, the cool trickle of sweat down his side rouses him. Ethan draws a deep breath in to clearly bring his head back to reality but that’s weighted and, come to think of it, he can’t feel his arm, just the increasingly tacky skin at his side. 

His azure eyes blink rapidly until they can see something, anything, the fragments of defiant light creeping up the ceiling. That’s good, at least. Sight is normal.

Ethan rolls his head to the side in question, and before he could even question anything, everything makes sense. 

There’s Becca’s sizzling body curled up into his arm, her big head resting just above his heart, just like any other morning.

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a/n: this is nothing. it’s honestly been so long since i drafted this i don’t even remember what it was supposed to be about anymore..

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4:    1842 1908 abdo able ably acce acin acru acti actu adep ages ainf ajor akes akin alis allo alls ally almo alog also amil ampl anal anat ance ands andu aneo ange anim answ ants anus aped appa appe area aren arge arki arks arly arms arou arra arsa arte arti arts ased aske atar ated ater athe atid atio ativ atom atte atty atur avit awar aybe babl back ball base bdom bear bedd behi belo betw beyo biof bitt blog bodi body bone boun boyl brat brev bsta bula burr bute call cavi ccen ccyx ceed cent ceps cept cher chiu cial cien ciet cing cles cloa clus cocc comp conn cons cont cosu cret crib crum ctio ctua ctus cula cuta dard ddar deal deed denb denc deos depo dept desc dfis died dies diet ding disp dnes does dome domi dors dula duri eaki eall ears eart ebra ecia ecre ecti ectu edda edin edis eedi eein eems efer egio ehin eing eith elat elet elop elow elvi emal emel emen emor empl emur enbo ence endi ends engt engy enhn enop enor enti entl entu enve eous epos epti eque eral eran ered eres erio erly ermi erru erse ersi erte erti erto erus escr espe esti esty etal etat eton etwe ever evic evid ewha excl exem exte extr exus eyon fami fatt fema femo femu fest fibu fied fift find firs fish form foss frac frog from furt fuse gely geme gest gica gion gird glan glue gold gona gous grea grou gyst hape have head hear heir here hert herz hese hich high hims hind hing hips hird hite hium hnac hole hoto houg hroa hume hyme hymu iall ibed ibio ibul ibut ical icep icks icky icul idea iden ideo ides idfi ienc iety ifes ifie ifth ight ilar ilia illi imag imal imil imse inal incl inde infr ings inky inse insi inst inte into ints inuo iofi ions ious irdl irst isch ishe isop ispo issu ists ites ithe itio ittl itty ivel join jori just juts kele king kink kive knee know ksch land larg larl late lati latu lden legs leng leta leto lexu liar lier life lifi litt llie llow lmos loac logi logo lond loos lope lops lowe lowi lung lusi lvic lymp lypm mage majo make male mall many mark mass mati mayb mely meno ment meru meta mewh mila mili mina mite moot mora most moun mous mple mpli mpri msel murs musc must mygo naci nads nali nalo nato nboy nclu ndee nder ndin ndne ndon ndul nect neit neou ness next nfro ngem ngth ngys nhna nima nnec nopt norm nost note noxi nsec nseq nsid nsis nste nswe ntai nter ntin ntio ntly ntri ntua nuou nusu nvel oaca obab occy ocee ocie odie oesn ofib ogic ogou oint olde olog omat omen omew omin ompr onad ondo only onne onse onsi onta onti ontr oolo oose ooth oped oper opte oral oria orit orma ormo orsa oses osit osso oste osto osty osus otal oted othe otic ough ound ount oups outs ower owin oxio oylo pare part patt pear peci pelv perl phot pica pine plex plif poin pose posi post ppar ppea ppos pred pris prob proc prop pter ptid pubi quar quea quen ques quit ract rain rang rans rapp rate rath rawr rdle real reat rect redi refe regi rela reme rent rest rete reve revi rgel rges rial ribe ribu righ ring rior rise rity rkiv rksc rmat rmit rmou roat roba roce rogs rope rost roun roup rowe rpri rran rrou rrow rruc rsal rsed rsio rstl rteb rter rthe rtic rton ruco sacr sacs sals same save sche schi scie scle scri scul secr sect seei seem self sequ shap shes side sidf simi sion sist siti sits sive size sked skel skin smal smoo soci soft some sopt sori spec spin spos sque ssor ssue stan stea ster stic stin stio stly stom stot stud styl sual subs such supp surp surr swer syno tain take talk tanc tane tars tata tead tebr tend tera tere teri term tern than that thei them ther thes they thig thin thir this thou thro thus thym tibi tica tick ticu ting tinu tiny tion tips tiss tive toma tomy tons tota toti trem trib tsid tter ttle tual tuat tudi ture turn twee tyle typi uall uart uate ubis ubst ucos udie ueak uenc uest uite ular ulat umer unde undi undn ungs unus uous uppo urin urns uros urpr urro urth uscl uscu used usio usiv usua utan utsi velo vely verr vers vert very vice vide vill vity ware ween well were wers what when whic whit whol wing with xclu xemp xiou xten xtre ygol ylou ymen ymph ymus ynos

yond ypic ypmh ysto zool    815/1679616    (813/456976)    (2/10000)

5:    abdom accen acing acrum actio actua adept ainfr ajori aking allow almos alogo amili ample analo anato andul aneou angem anima answe appar appea arent argel arges arkiv arksc aroun arran arsal arter artic asked atars atera ather ation ative atomy atter ature avity aware bably balls based bdome bdomi bedda behin below betwe beyon biofi bitty bodie bound boylo brate brevi bstan burro cally cavit ccent ceedi centu cepti cherz chium ciall cienc ciety cloac clusi coccy compr conne conse consi conta conti contr cosus crete cribe ction ctual cular culat cutan ddard denbo dence depos descr dfish dings dispo dness doesn domen domin dorsa dular durin eakin eally earts ebrat ecial ecret ectio ectus eddar eding edisp eedin eeing egion ehind eithe elati eleta eleto elope elops elvic emale emely ement emora empli emurs enboy endin ength engys enhna enopt enorm entio ently entua envel eposi eptid equen erans erest erior ermit erruc ersed ersio erteb ertic erton escri espec estin estio estyl etata etons etwee evers evice evide ewhat exclu exemp exten extre eyond famil fatty femal femor femur festy fibul fifth first fishe forma fosso fract frogs furth fused gemen gical girdl gland golde gonad great group gysto haped heart herto himse hnaci hough hroat humer hymen hymus ially ibiof ibula ibute icall iceps icept icula ideal idenc ideos idfis ience ifest ified ilarl iliar illie image imila imsel inali inclu indee infro insec insid inste inter inuou iofib irdle irstl ischi ishes isopt ispos issue ither ition ittle ively joint jorit kelet kinky ksche lands landu large larly later lativ latur ldenb lengt letal leton lexus lifes lifie littl llier llowi lmost loaca logic logou londo loose loped lower lowin lungs lusio lusiv lymph lypmh mages major makes marks matid matio maybe menop menti merus metat mewha milar milia minal mites mooth moral mount mplex mplif mpris mself muscl muscu mygol nacin nalis nalog natom nboyl nclus ndeed nding ndnes ndula necti neith neous nfrog ngeme ngyst nhnac nimal nnect nopte normo nosto noted noxio nsect nsequ nside nsist nstea nswer ntain ntere ntinu ntion ntrib ntuat nuous nusua nvelo obabl occyx oceed ociet odies ofibu ogica ogous oints olden ologi omati omewh omina ompri onads ondon onnec onseq onsis ontai ontin ontri oolog operl opter orial ority ormat ormou orsal ositi osits ossor oster ostot ostyl other otica ounde oundi oundn outsi owers owing oxiou oylou paren parti patte pears pecia pelvi perly photo pical plexu plifi point poses posit poste ppare ppear ppose predi prise proba proce prope ptera pubis quart queak quenc quest quite racti rainf range rathe reall rectu redis refer regio relat remel rentl resti rever revic rgely rgest ribed ribut right rkive rksch rmati rmite rmous robab rocee roper rosty round roups rower rpris rrang rroun rrowe rruco rsals rsion rstly rtebr rther rtica rticu rucos sacru scher schiu scien scles scrib scula secre seein seems seque shape sides sidfi simil sists sitio sivel skele small smoot socie somew sopte soria speci spine spose squea ssori stanc stead steri stick sting stion stoma stoti studi style suall subst suppo surpr surro swere synos tance taneo tarsa tatar tebra tendi tends teral teran teres terio termi their there thert these thigh thing third thoug throa thymu tibio tical ticks ticky ticul tinuo tions tissu tomat total totic treme tribu tside ttern tuall tuate tudie turns tween typic ually uarte uated ubsta ucosu udied ueaki uence uesti ularl ulatu umeru under undin undne unusu uppos uring urost urpri urrou urrow urthe uscle uscul usion usive usual utane utsid velop verru verse versi verte verti vicep viden video villi wered which white whole xclus xempl xious xtend xtrem ygold ymeno ynost ypica ystom zoolo    622/60466176    (622/11881376)

6:    abdome abdomi accent action actual ainfro ajorit allowi almost alogou amilia amplex analog anatom andula aneous angeme animal answer appare appear arentl argely argest arkive arksch around arrang arsals articu atarsa ateral athert ations attern bdomen bdomin beddar behind betwee beyond biofib bodies boylou brevic bstanc burrow cavity ccentu ceedin centua ceptid cially cience cloaca clusio clusiv coccyx compri connec conseq consis contai contin contri cribed ctions ctuall cularl culatu cutane denboy deposi descri dfishe dispos domina dorsal during eaking ebrate eciall ecrete ection eddard edings edispo eeding either elativ eletal eleton eloped emoral emplif enboyl ending engyst enhnac enopte enormo ention entuat envelo eposit equenc eresti ermite erruco ersion ertebr ertica escrib especi esting estion estyle etatar etween everse evicep eviden exclus exempl extend extrem famili female femora femurs festyl fibula firstl fishes format fossor fracti furthe gement girdle glands glandu golden gonads groups gystom hearts herton himsel hnacin humeru hymeno ibiofi ically icepti icular idence idfish ifesty ilarly illier images imilar imself inalis inclus indeed infrog insect inside instea intere inuous iofibu irstly ischiu isopte ispose jority keleta keleto kscher landul largel larges latera lative lature ldenbo length letons lifest lified little llowin logica logous london lowing lusion lusive majori marksc mation menopt mentio metata mewhat milarl miliar minali mplexu mplifi mprise muscle muscul mygold nacing nalogo natomy nboylo nclusi ndness ndular nectio neithe nfrogs ngemen ngysto nhnaci nnecti nopter normou nostot noxiou nseque nsists nstead nswere nteres ntinuo ntribu ntuate nusual nvelop obably oceedi ociety ofibul ogical oldenb ologic omatid omewha ominal ompris onnect onsequ onsist ontain ontinu ontrib oologi operly optera ormati ormous ositio ossori osteri ostoti ostyle otical ounder oundin oundne outsid oxious parent partic patter pecial pelvic plexus plifie points positi posits poster pparen ppears predis probab procee proper pteran quarte queaki quence questi ractio rainfr rangem rather really rectus redisp region relati remely rently restin revers revice ribute rksche rmatio rmites robabl roceed roperl rostyl rounde roundi roundn rowers rprise rrange rround rrower rrucos rtebra rtical rticul rucosu sacrum scherz schium scienc scribe scular sculat secret seeing sequen shaped sidfis simila sition sively skelet smooth societ somewh sopter sorial specia sposes squeak ssoria stance sterio sticks sticky stomat stotic studie sually substa suppos surpri surrou swered synost taneou tarsal tatars tebrat tendin terans terest terior termit therto though throat thymus tibiof ticall ticula tinuou tissue tomati totica tremel tribut tually tuated tudied typica uarter ubstan ucosus ueakin uestio ularly ulatur umerus unding undnes unusua uppose urosty urpris urroun urrowe urther uscles uscula usivel usuall utaneo utside velope velops verruc versed versio verteb vertic viceps vicept videnc videos villie xclusi xempli xtendi xtends xtreme ygolde ymenop ynosto ypical ystoma zoolog    446/2176782336    (446/308915776)

7:    abdomen abdomin accentu actuall ainfrog ajority allowin alogous amiliar amplexu analogo anatomy andular angemen answere apparen appears arently arksche arrange articul atarsal atherto bdomina beddard between biofibu brevice bstance burrowe ccentua ceeding centuat clusion clusive compris connect consequ consist contain continu contrib ctually cularly culatur cutaneo denboyl deposit describ dfishes dispose dominal ecially ections edispos eedings elative eletons emplifi enboylo engysto enhnaci enopter enormou entuate envelop eposits equence erestin ermites errucos ertebra ertical escribe especia etatars eversed eviceps evicept evidenc exclusi exempli extendi extends extreme familia femoral festyle firstly formati fossori fractio further glandul goldenb gystoma himself hnacing humerus hymenop ibiofib iceptid icularl idfishe ifestyl imilarl inclusi infrogs instead interes iofibul ischium isopter isposes keletal keleton kscherz landula largely largest lateral ldenboy lifesty llowing logical lusivel majorit marksch mations menopte mention metatar milarly minalis mplexus mplifie muscles muscula mygolde nalogou nboylou nclusio nection neither ngement ngystom nhnacin nnectio noptera normous nostoti noxious nsequen nswered nterest ntinuou ntribut ntuated nusuall nvelope nvelops oceedin ofibula oldenbo ologica omewhat ominali omprise onnecti onseque onsists ontinuo ontribu oologic opteran ormatio osition ossoria osterio ostotic oticall ounding oundnes outside parentl particu pattern peciall plified positio posteri pparent predisp probabl proceed properl pterans quarter queakin questio raction rainfro rangeme redispo relativ resting reverse revicep rkscher rmation robably roceedi roperly rostyle rounder roundin roundne rrangem rroundi rrowers rrucosu rtebrat rticula rucosus science scribed sculatu secrete sequenc sidfish similar skeleta skeleto society somewha soptera special squeaki ssorial sterior stomati stotica studied substan suppose surpris surroun synosto taneous tarsals tatarsa tebrate tending teresti termite therton tibiofi tically ticular tinuous tomatid totical tremely tribute typical ubstanc ueaking uestion ulature undness unusual urostyl urprise urround urrower uscular usculat usively usually utaneou veloped verruco version vertebr vertica vicepti vidence villier xclusiv xemplif xtendin xtremel ygolden ymenopt ynostot ystomat zoologi    297/78364164096    (297/8031810176)

8:    abdomina accentua actually ainfrogs allowing amplexus analogou angement answered apparent arkscher arrangem articula atarsals atherton bdominal biofibul brevicep burrower ccentuat ceedings centuate clusivel comprise connecti conseque consists continuo contribu culature cutaneou denboylo deposits describe disposes dominali edispose emplifie enboylou engystom enhnacin enoptera enormous entuated envelope envelops eresting errucosu ertebrat escribed especial etatarsa evicepti evidence exclusiv exemplif extendin extremel familiar formatio fossoria fraction glandula goldenbo gystomat hymenopt ibiofibu icularly idfishes ifestyle imilarly inclusio interest iofibula isoptera keletons landular ldenboyl lifestyl lusively majority marksche menopter metatars mplified muscular musculat mygolden nalogous nclusion nections ngystoma nhnacing nnection nopteran nostotic nsequenc nteresti ntinuous ntribute nusually nveloped oceeding oldenboy ological ominalis onnectio onsequen ontinuou ontribut oologica opterans ormation ossorial osterior ostotica otically oundness parently particul pecially position posterio pparentl predispo probably proceedi properly queaking question rainfrog rangemen redispos relative reversed reviceps revicept rkscherz rmations roceedin rounding roundnes rrangeme rroundin rrucosus rtebrate rticular sculatur sequence sidfishe similarl skeletal skeleton somewhat sopteran speciall squeakin stomatid stotical substanc surprise surround synostot tatarsal terestin termites tibiofib ticularl toticall ubstance unusuall urostyle urroundi urrowers usculatu utaneous verrucos vertebra vertical viceptid xclusive xemplifi xtending xtremely ygoldenb ymenopte ynostoti ystomati zoologic    189/2821109907456    (189/208827064576)

9:    abdominal accentuat analogous apparentl arkscherz arrangeme articular bdominali biofibula breviceps brevicept burrowers ccentuate centuated clusively connectio consequen continuou contribut cutaneous denboylou described dominalis edisposes emplified engystoma enhnacing enopteran enveloped errucosus ertebrate especiall etatarsal eviceptid exclusive exemplifi extending extremely formation fossorial glandular goldenboy gystomati hymenopte ibiofibul inclusion interesti isopteran ldenboylo lifestyle markscher menoptera metatarsa musculatu mygoldenb ngystomat nnections nopterans nostotica nsequence nterestin oceedings oldenboyl onnection onsequenc ontinuous ontribute oological ormations ostotical particula posterior pparently predispos proceedin rainfrogs rangement redispose revicepti roceeding roundness rrangemen rrounding rticularl sculature sidfishes similarly skeletons sopterans specially squeaking stoticall substance surroundi synostoti tatarsals teresting tibiofibu ticularly totically unusually urroundin usculatur verrucosu vertebrat xclusivel xemplifie ygoldenbo ymenopter ynostotic ystomatid zoologica    112/101559956668416    (112/5429503678976)

10:    abdominali accentuate apparently arrangemen articularl bdominalis brevicepti ccentuated connection consequenc continuous contribute engystomat enopterans especially etatarsals exclusivel exemplifie formations goldenboyl gystomatid hymenopter ibiofibula interestin isopterans ldenboylou markscherz menopteran metatarsal musculatur mygoldenbo ngystomati nostotical nteresting oldenboylo onnections onsequence ostoticall particular predispose proceeding redisposes reviceptid roceedings rrangement rticularly stotically surroundin synostotic tibiofibul urrounding usculature verrucosus vertebrate xclusively xemplified ygoldenboy ymenoptera ynostotica zoological    60/3656158440062976    (60/141167095653376)

11:    abdominalis accentuated arrangement articularly breviceptid connections consequence engystomati exclusively exemplified goldenboylo hymenoptera interesting menopterans metatarsals musculature mygoldenboy ngystomatid nostoticall oldenboylou ostotically particularl predisposes proceedings surrounding synostotica tibiofibula ygoldenboyl ymenopteran ynostotical    30/131621703842267136    (30/3670344486987776)

12:    engystomatid goldenboylou hymenopteran mygoldenboyl nostotically particularly synostotical ygoldenboylo ymenopterans ynostoticall    10/4738381338321616896    (10/95428956661682176)

13:    hymenopterans mygoldenboylo synostoticall ygoldenboylou ynostotically    5/170581728179578208256    (5/2481152873203736576)

14:    mygoldenboylou synostotically    2/6140942214464815497216    (2/64509974703297150976)

Why are rain frogs so round? What's /inside/ of them around such an itty bitty skeleton?

So it turns out this is a really interesting question.

The first thing we must be aware of is that rainfrogs as we see them in videos of them squeaking are not quite the same shape as they are when at rest:

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But you are quite right, they are very round. This is exemplified by the skeletal photo you refer to:

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So what are we seeing?

Well, firstly, note that the body cavity in these frogs actually envelops the femurs, such that only the tibiofibula (fused in frogs) and the tarsals and metatarsals are outside the body. The arms are quite similarly enveloped, but a bit of the humerus does extend outside the body cavity too. This predisposes them to a rounder body shape.

Next, note the ilia - the U-shaped bone in the pelvic region. These in some breviceptid frogs are synostotically fused with the sacrum - that is to say, they are bound by bone-based connections to the bow-shaped vertebra at their tips. This whole joint seems to be quite smooth, and as a consequence, the back of the frog is quite smooth. The other thing we can see here is that the urostyle (i.e. the frog version of a coccyx) juts quite far beyond the ischium and pubis. This extends the body cavity beyond the hips. Note also that the pelvic girdle seems to be largely below the spine, rather than the typical position for frogs behind it and continuous with it. This makes the legs sit below the spine, rather than at its end, enhnacing the vertical roundness of the animal.

Next, let’s talk some soft tissue. Now, I’m not as familiar with soft-tissue in frogs as I am their skeletons, so you’ll have to bear with me a bit (rawr). Beddard (1908!!) studied the soft tissue of Breviceps verrucosus Rapp 1842. It seems that the majority of the body of these frogs is actually muscle. Beddard noted that muscles join the leg at the knee that extend into the body cavity, such that the inclusion of the thigh in the body cavity is further accentuated by musculature. The rectus abdominalis muscle is unusually large, extending from the lower abdomen up and around the sides of the body. Indeed, this large size appears to be the pattern with all of the major muscles, though in the throat the typical arrangement of large and small muscles is somewhat reversed. On the lateral side of the head, there is a substance that is not muscle, but appears to be loose tissue in which sits what is apparently the thymus gland.

There is a very large gap between the end of the urostyle and the anus (one fifth of the total length of the frog), in which there are almost no muscles, save for the one surrounding the lower cloaca. On either side of this area, between the posterior-most muscles of the thigh, lie two large ‘lymph-hearts’, as described by Beddard. These are between one quarter and one third of the total length of the frog. A further lypmh-sac sits between these lymph-hearts and the skin of the femoral region, and they are thus probably analogous to the femoral lymph-sacs of other frogs.

I find it interesting that Beddard (1908) did not mention any glandular formations in the dorsal region. As is evidence from many images (see below), these frogs are able to secrete a white, sticky, noxious substance from their skin (which they actually have to use during amplexus, as the male is too small relative to the female to mount her properly, and so he sticks himself to her with his glandular glue… kinky).

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These glands do not apparently take up a great deal of the cutaneous tissue, and so I suppose are of no consequence to the size of the frog, especially relative to its enormous muscles.

The diet of these frogs consists almost exclusively of hymenopterans and isopterans (ants and termites). Neither of these insect groups are particularly fatty, so it is little surprise that their bodies appear to contain no large fat deposits - fatty bodies extend from the gonads up to the lungs and heart, but these comprise only a tiny fraction of the frog’s mass, and don’t contribute to the round shape. Instead, their bodies are extremely muscular, allowing them to be adept burrowers, ideal for their fossorial lifestyle.

So TL;DR: rain frogs are little balls of muscle (maybe the largest muscle mass relative to body mass of any vertebrate? science just doesn’t know).

Ref:

Beddard, F.E. 1908. On the Musculature and other Points in the Anatomy of the Engystomatid Frog, Breviceps verrucosus. Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London, 1908:11-41 [x]

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Fri[day] 28 October 1836

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No kiss fine frosty morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 34 1/2° now at 8 50/.. a.m. out ab[ou]t till br[eak]f[a]st at 9 1/2 - A-  [Ann] d[i]d

h[e]r Fr[en]ch - out ag[ai]n at 10 1/4 – Ingh[a]m + 2 men and a boy at the parapet wall ov[e]r the dry wall arching –

Rob[er]t Mann + 3 lower[in]g and levell[in]g in front of the h[ou]se till 11 then took them off to prepare for mov[in]g the

heap of clay laid last y[ea]r ag[ain]st the gard[e]n wall - the run and all made ready and they beg[a]n mov[in]g the clay to the [foot]

the mound (to the east) of the rockwork immed[iatel]y aft[e]r their din[ner] – Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Jos[e]ph all the day wall[in]g

the hall-cellar drain - the gard[ene]r and Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s How[art]h and John Booth and Mark Hepw[or]th help[in]g when they

c[oul]d to clear the orch[ar]d – lit[tle] trace left of an orch[ar]d this ev[enin]g - Mark Hepw[or]th levell[in]g soil aft[e]r the N[orth]g[a]te

carts on the gr[ea]t embankment in front of the h[ou]se - Frank cart[in]g for Ingh[a]m st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall in the morn[in]g and rag

throughs fr[om] Hipperh[olme] quarry in the aft[ernoo]n - Booth the gr[eate]r part of the day and 2 masons all the day at the west tow[e]r

2 masons jobb[in[g – prepar[in]g for the top of the drab-r[oo]m chim[ne]y (hew[e]d by the 2 hewers Ja[me]s Murgatroyde and

Booths’ son Jos[e]ph and w[oul]d ha[ve] been put up but for the windy days we ha[ve] late[l]y h[a]d) - and prepar[in]g

lancet-lights for the groin[e]d dry wall arch - In the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t all the day exc[ept] fr[om] about 2 to 4 when

saunt[ere]d d[o]wn the walk - and along the low[e]r brea daisy bank thro’ Wellroyde wood int[o] the N[or]thow[ra]m r[oa]d to so[me]

dist[an]ce ab[ou]t Upper brea - to where Shibd[e]n is 1st seen - stood compar[in]g the diff[eren]t points of view –

ret[urne]d by the Stump X Inn and the Lodge – 1/2 h[ou]r there talk[in]g to Matty for Hannah Pearson the cook here

20 y[ea]rs ago h[a]d been at the hall and call[e]d on her way b[a]ck to see Matty - poor Hannah! she told me how I w[a]s

altered – so[me]bod[y] h[a]d told h[e]r lately how m[u]ch I w[a]s aged - But she d[i]d n[o]t kno[w] she sh[oul]d expect

me to look just as I us[e]d to do - no! s[aid] I, you ha[ve] n[o]t seen me these 20 y[ea]rs - it is ti[me] for

me to be alt[ere]d - it is fr[om] s[u]ch peop[le] one hears the  truth - I h[a]d th[ou]ght, on her ent[erin]g the

r[oo]m, she w[a]s grown an old wom[a]n - so chang[e]d I might n[o]t ha[ve] known her en passant –

b[u]t I made no rem[ar]k on this to her – ho[me] ab[ou]t 4 – w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann at the clay mov[in]g and ab[ou]t

till ca[me] in at 6 – dress[e]d – direct[e]d and seal[e]d and s[e]nt off by Frank tonight my notes (writ[ten]

last night and dat[e]d yest[erday]) to ‘Mr. Hoyland Gibbet-lane’ order[in]g a hatch[men]t for my a[un]t to be done as soon

as poss[ible] - and my no[te] to ‘Dr. Kenny Ward’s end’ enclos[in]g a guin[ea] (a sov[erei]gn and a shil[ling]) sor[ry] that

this sm[all] debt of w[hi]ch I w[a]s n[o]t aware h[a]d been so long unacknowledg[e]d – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee]

upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch - I asleep on the sofa 1/2 h[ou]r - A-  [Ann] h[a]d let[ter] tonight fr[om] Messrs. Gray –

the complet[io]n of her Radcliffe purchase to be at the White Swan H[alifa]x on Tues[day] - Mr. S. Washingt[o]n

to attend - A- [Ann] annoy[e]d - we all al[on]g th[ou]ght of go[in]g to York - she h[a]d n[o]t wish[e]d the purch[a]se to be

complet[e]d here and for Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] to ha[ve] an[y]th[in]g to do w[i]th it - at 10 20/.. p.m. h[a]d just writ[ten] all the ab[ov]e of today

at wh[ic]h h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 33° ver[y] fine cold frosty day -  

 How m[u]ch I chang[e]d

[beskarberry]

Star-crossed

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 11

(The Mandalorian x f!reader) (+18)

"His heartbeat picked up to a wicked cantor, echoing in his helmet like a storm of leathery wings. Whispering demons crawled up his brainstem and dragged beloved memories down from his skull and into the light of judgement. Memories of you."

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Rating: Explicit

Word count: 9.k oh no

Content warnings: Major angst, nightmares, premonitions, auditory hallucinations, unsavory parental figures, paranoia, domestic disputes, child endangerment, violence. No smut in this one, the only thing getting fucked in this chapter are our feelings.

A/N: This one hurt to write, there were definitely some tears shed while putting this together this so fair warning do not expect this one to end well. :(

High above the metal decking of the engine room, you were elbow deep in an exhaust port, clearing away the slag to replace one of the durasteel plates that had started to warp from the excess heat. You were singing, as you always did when you worked; a vulgar, brassy shanty that was almost louder than the reciprocating scraper in your hands. You spat and wiped a wayward chunk of grease from your mouth, the taste of it oily and burnt. No matter how many times you’d been taught the lesson of ‘keep your mouth closed’ you couldn’t help it. Whenever you worked, you sang.

Raucous as a mudhorn in heat and louder than a full grown krayt, your songs were a favorite of your unit, and the chief of engineering would often come stand a while and listen; though the moment he was caught eavesdropping he would scold you for not working harder. Tough love is what he called it. He was yelling at you now from far below at the base of the hyperdrive engine, and you pushed your goggles up your grime-smeared face to see him.

Bilgerat! Get’cher ass down ‘ere, posthaste!

Yessir!

Now you were standing in front of the chief, though there was another man standing there too. Tall, thin and pale with eyes like a dead fish and a tight, steelset jaw. You didn’t recognize him, but he looked important, his lapel shining with the badge of a high-ranking officer.

You there, girl, sing.

Sir?

Don’t argue with me, child, I heard you from three decks over. Sing.

Being watched made you nervous, but you did as you were ordered. You sang something, maybe everything, either way the stranger watched you, no, judged you, his eyes never leaving your face. The dead-eyed man furrowed his brow and stroked his chin thoughtfully, but you had already stopped watching him, caught in your song, powerless against the siren song that was your own voice.

It always felt so good to let loose, your voice could set your soul free, and yet it also felt like it was pulling something in. Something greater than yourself, flowing through you, connecting you to every living thing that ever was or ever will be. Your boots were firmly stuck aboard the starship called the Wyvern’s Tongue, but your songs carried your heart to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, to worlds beyond your durasteel home.

~

The humming is what woke Din up, though he hadn’t slept much through the night anyway, too suspicious of the artifact he had found aboard his ship. Fully armored, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall of the borrowed quarters he had stood guard over his tiny clan, dozing in and out of restless sleep.

He lifted his helmeted head to zero in on the noise you were making. It was one he was familiar with, you often hummed in your sleep, it was something he loved about you. The warm, wavering sound coming from the floor where you had made a nest of quilts for yourself was comforting, but tonight something about it seemed off.

He watched you sleep, noticing the way that your fingers twitched and your legs kicked behind you slightly. It wasn’t like you to be so energetic, so distressed. Clutched to your chest the foundling purred softly, but you didn’t seem to hear him. Your hums turned to whimpers, making the Mandalorian’s blood run cold.

She’s having a nightmare.

She’s perfect. I’ll take her.

But sir, she’s m’best bilgie. How’ll I-

Is that insubordination I hear, Chief Wellers?

N-no Cap’n Forescythe. She’s all yours.

Good. Come along, little sparrow, your talents are being wasted here.

You remember being so scared, looking to your chief for reassurance, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Though you’d lived aboard the Wyvern’s Tongue since she had left Corellia’s port you’d never actually met the captain. The starcruiser was well over a thousand meters long and home to hundreds of crewmates, putting bilgerats far below the captain’s sphere of influence. What did he want from you?

Each step you took in your dream you got taller, your strides lengthening as you grew from a gangly teenager to a young woman. You were at the bridge now, being sat in a stiff but comfortable chair. You were taught to relay orders, delegate operations, interpret incoming transmissions and their origins. It was a station high above your birthright, but you were never one to turn down a challenge, and you bullied your way to excellence; much to your captain’s pride.

Captain Forescythe was usually described as a cold, unforgiving man, but he treated you remarkably well for a boat-brat dug up from the scuppers, much to the disdain of his fellow officers. He told you that you were a natural talent, gifted by the Maker with a voice so strong, so beautiful, almost like he revered you for it. Much like the ship's namesake, the Wyvern’s captain lorded over you like treasure, jealousy guarding you like a priceless jewel.

The captain’s precious little pet.

Sing, my little Sparrow.

~

Unable to spectate any longer, Din crawled over to you, brushing an armored hand over your sweat-streaked face. “Mesh’la? Are you alright? Wake up cyare, you’re having a nightmare.”

Wake up.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Once where a beautiful, peaceful world had once been there was now only dust. The Death Star your ship was escorting had succeeded in her mission, and you had been graciously allowed to watch as the mechanical moon obliterated a billion lives as one would exterminate a nest of roaches. Around you your crew cheered, hooray for the Empire! Death to the Resistance! But you couldn’t hear them.

You heard screaming.

Clawing at your ears and squeezing your eyes closed did nothing to make it stop. As if millions of voices were funneling directly into your skull.

You ran. Ran through the labyrinthian hallways, ran as fast as you could to your quarters. Even your blankets would not protect you, the wailing only growing louder.

Murderers! Monsters! You killed us! Why? Why why why!

You ran from your tiny room, backpack slung over your shoulder, filled with what few things you owned. Ran all the way to the hangar. You’d worked on interceptors a thousand times before when your hands were still small, when you could weasel your way into the narrowest of spaces and prove yourself worthy of not getting jettisoned. Knife in hand you unlocked the security protocols easier than picking your teeth, and the hangar fell away beneath you.

Turning back one last time to glance at the artificial home you had known for so long you saw a figure standing there. Was it the captain? Had he come to stop you? Stop his precious Sparrow from flying away?

No. They were blue, flickering in and out of corporeality. Their face took up your entire mindscape now, their features ever changing, like you were looking at more than one face at a time. The eldritch being’s eyes bored through yours, shifting rapidly from those of a man to those of a child to those of an elder, a hundred lives all demanding to be seen at once. Their mouth did not move when it spoke.

“i̴͊̎t̴'s̸̉͋ ̵͋c̸͑ȏ̸̕m̸͐͛i̸̽͘n̷̾͂ǵ̵”

You sucked air like your lungs had never known oxygen, nearly launching the foundling into orbit as you bolted upright. Beskar burdened arms coiled around you the next second, and you stung your knuckles on his armor trying to fight him off in your panic.

“Ger’off’a me! It wasn’t my fault! I’m sorry! Please!”

“Cyare! Stop! You’re having a nightmare, it’s ok I’ve got you!” Battleborne muscles held you tight against a cold plate of steel while you thrashed until you were coherent. Husband. You let your body relax against your oathsworn and wept, deep, heaving sobs that tore your throat apart and crackled your ribs. Soft shushing noises came through Din’s modulator next to your ear, but the cold metal of his armor brought you little comfort.

“I-I’m s-s-sor-ry.” You stuttered into the fabric of his cowl, the roughhewn cloth soaked with tears. Strong fingers carded through your dampish hair, still not dried all the way from your shower only a few hours ago. Din pressed his palm against the back of your head, burying you in the crook of his shoulder where he could protect you from whatever had scared you. The yellowed tips of his gloves bumped against your unburdened ear cuffs with each pass of his hand, but the leather scraping the metal couldn’t drown out the whispers that still oozed from your thoughts.

Why why why why why why...

“It’s alright, cyar’ika, I’m here. Grogu’s here.” Without tearing your eyes away from the safe haven of his cloak you groped blindly for the baby, finding the disheveled youngling and pulling him in tight. “Can you tell me what happened?” Din asked, his modulated voice soft with worry. You shook your head against your partner. “Alright, that’s ok.”

-ỉ̶t'̸͑̋́̂s̸ ̵̝͕̏̀͠͝c̷̬͙̃̽͌̑̊o̷̅͑̓̈́m̴̧͓͈̭̃͂́̽͌͑ǐ̶̓̕n̷̓̋̚g̵͕͙͎͊̀͊̽!̶̑̀-

You gasped and pulled away from your husband’s comfort, eyes wider than moons, pupils shrunken to pinpoints. Gloved hands found your face, cupping your cheeks and trying to get you to look into his hidden honeywells that were searching your eyes. Unblinking, you looked right through him.

“Can you hear that?” You whispered, your voice far, far away.

“Hear what?”

-I̴̭̊̚͘͘T̷́̽̕S̴̔̅̈́ ̸̋C̸̀͋Ỏ̸̉̄͝M̸̐͂I̶N̷̽͗̈̌G̵͓̎̈̊̀͛͘͠!̶!̷̤̏-

“That!” you shrieked, making both your boys jump. You clawed at your ears, though you knew that wouldn’t help, the voices were coming from inside. “I-I have.. I have to go! I have to go now!” You tried to spring up off the floor, but your arm was caught in the iron grip you knew and trusted, keeping you at your knees. “I have to warn Alewyn!”

“Cyar’ika what are you talking about? Warn her about what?”

The phantom voice wailed again, and you doubled over from the force of it, sending a fresh wave of tears down your face. Din was getting scared now, his eyes wide with worry behind the visor, his throat bobbing around dry swallows. You’d never woken up like this before, so distraught and inconsolable, and it was making him feel helpless. He couldn’t put binders on your emotions, grapple with your fears, slay your inner demons.

“Let go!” You roared and flew from his grasp, tripping over your faceplate and the pile of quilts as you blasted out the door, sprinting down the Sunskate’s curving corridors towards the bridge with your foundling stuffed under your arm. Haunting voices chased you through the halls, making you deaf to the armored thunder that was following dutifully behind.

You charged through the bulkhead to the bridge, nearly busting the durasteel door off its hinges when you flew through it, skittering to a halt in front of the viewport. With wild eyes you searched the void, ignoring the concerned questions that were being asked of you. Where is it where is it where is it?! From corner to corner you scanned, locking your red-rimmed eyes on every flicker, every spark.

Nothing.

Nothing for miles.

Slowly you became aware of those around you, the soft leather gloves of your mate pulling on your face and the warm but worried voice of the Sunskate’s captain.

“Cyare?”

“Tra’laar?”

“Patu?”

Your legs gave out under you and you let yourself be caught in the steelbound arms of your husband, the two of you sinking to the floor with the foundling still locked to your chest. Terror replaced itself with scalding embarrassment, making you bury your unblinking eyes in the foundling’s forgiving tummy. Your eyelids wouldn’t close no matter how hard you willed them to, because they knew that somewhere, out there,

Was a dragon.

“What’s wrong with her? Did you do something to upset her?!” Alewyn hissed, becoming defensive of her ill-begotten rescue.

“No! She had a nightmare, I think. Cyar’ika whatever it is, it’s not real. There’s nothing out there, come back to me, please.” Mando’s loving pleas and careful touches went unrecognized, no matter how diligent they were.

What finally drew you back to reality was the gentle pat pat pat of fat baby paws on your face. You turned your wilted gaze to the foundling, the embarrassment of being seen so vulnerable only growing stronger and more painful. “I-I’m s-sorry, Goober, you s-sh-sh-shouldn’t have to see me like-”

Pap.

Baby beans smacked you softly on your forehead and closed his eyes, making you furrow your brow. “What are you- oh.” Your eyes slid closed, and a warm peacefulness breezed through you, exorcising the whispering voices between your ears. You took a deep, somewhat stuttered breath and let go, feeling whatever weird baby magic the foundling possessed flow through you. The night terror faded to the back of your mind, dissipating like mist until it evaporated entirely from your thoughts.

“Thank you…” You whispered, nuzzling the baby’s chubby belly. Heart rate steady and breath even, you leaned back against the man who was still holding you up. Din rested the edge of his helmet on the top of your head and hummed, a low, brassy tone, sounding relieved. Where his hands were wrapped around your sides you felt the slow roll of his palms, warm and protective. “I’m sorry, Mando, Alewyn, I don’t know what came over me...”

“S’all right, missy, t’ain’t the first time I’ve seen someone go wailin’ through the halls. We all have our burdens to bear.” Alewyn combed a dainty hand through your hair, brushing it out of your face. “Good thing them boys’ve gotcha though.” She glanced between the visor of the Mandalorian that was coiled so defensively around you and the little green baby you held so dearly. “I can tell they love ya.”

You nodded sheepishly and let Din help you to your feet, his hands never leaving you lest you waver. Angrily you wiped at the corners of your eyes, trying to cover your shame as the three of you walked back to your room. When the bedroom door closed behind you, you went straight for the porthole window, cautiously searching the stars again.

“What are you looking for?” Din asked hesitantly, “What… what were you dreaming about?”

“Um. I had a dream we were… under attack.” You lied, your eyes still locked to the void. If you could help it, the secrets of your past would someday die with you, though by the sounds of the whispers you had heard not even death could keep its mouth closed.

“Must have been one hell of a nightmare, I’ve never seen you like this. Is there anything I can do for you?” Din the ever-thoughtful asked, draping a quilt over your shoulders. The fabric was still warm from where you had been sleeping on it, the weight of it reassuring on your back. You shook your head. He glanced at the back of one vambrace, “We’re still another hour from the station, why don’t we get our things packed and back on the Crest? Would that be ok?”

It was better than going back to sleep, you didn’t trust your own thoughts not to terrorize you again, and you nodded enthusiastically. Din didn’t allow you to lift a finger while he zoomed around the little room, collecting your armor and laundry and then you, scooping you and the foundling up in his arms.

“Put me down, tinman, I’m not helpless!” you chided with a weak little laugh.

“There’s my girl. Nope, I’m carrying you. Deal with it.”

You sighed in a heavy, mocking tone, covering your face with your mask like a shy child while he proudly tromped back to the hangar to where your immobile home lay. Once you were all lifted up the half-hanging ramp you dropped graclessly onto a crate with a huff. You were beat, but it felt nice to be back in your ship, the familiarity adding to whatever calming effect the foundling had used. The little green terror was drowsy in your arms, spent from using his wild baby powers to vanquish your demons. You kissed his wrinkly little head and swaddled him in the quilt Din had accidentally stolen for you.

Tinman was digging through the larder, looking for something for breakfast and found a pack of biscuits to give you. Though the suspicious item he still carried in his pocket had kept him sleepless, the need to care for his loved ones overrode every other instinct, making him forget it for the time being. You weren’t hungry, if anything you were nauseous from your night terror, but Din was insistent; and you nibbled on a bright blue macaroon, splitting bites with the sleepy baby.

Eventually a soft beeping chimed from the Mandalorian’s vambrace, stationfall in fifteen minutes. Outside the ship you heard a holler, and you strode to the ramp to find Alewyn and Lilah, ready to bid thee farewell.

”Alright, so!” Alewyn exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Here’s the dealy-o. The Sunskate can’t actually… dock with the station. M’good ole dad’s still got hunters on the loose, never know when they’ll turn up, eh?” She laughed. “Your ship’s gonna have’ta dock on’er own, but Lilah’s patchwork should hold ya together long ‘nough for the service droids’ta pick ya up.”

You ignored the loud, audible groan from behind you. “I think we can manage that.” You started to hop down off the ramp, but the spry Togruta was already climbing up into the Crest, barreling you over. Alewyn the Affectionate squeezed your ribs so hard you felt the air leave your lungs, making you grunt ugly. One of her nimble hands disappeared from you into her many secret pockets, then snuck into one of yours, leaving a sizable weight of credits behind. “Wynnie!” you hissed against her montral, “Not again!”

“S’least I can do, since we nearly ripped that old bucket’a shit in half and you spared another spacer from the slab.” She held you out at arms length, bobbling her montrals at you with an arrogant grin. “Take care’a yerself, missy. And you too, Mando! Be good to this woman’n’er son or so help me!” The princess raised a fist at him that turned into an outstretched hand. He shook it hesitantly, but the lavender lady reeled him in, and you giggled at his hover-hands while she squeezed the life out of him.

Lilah helped her wife down from the ramp, and the two of them waved before hefting the ramp closed, sealing you inside with your crew. You dashed up the ladder to the cockpit, looking for a horn to honk but there wasn’t one, giving you another item to add to your mental grocery list. Din followed you up with Grogu in tow, taking his seat in the captain’s chair.

The Sunskate’s hangar jaws slid open slowly, pulling a blue force field over the stretch of stars. Far ahead you could just barely make out the shiny little dot where the station was, glittering just a little brighter than the stars themselves. With the cockpit door tightly sealed, Din carefully started up the old gunship, and on instinct you covered Grogu’s ears to protect him from the inevitable backfire.

The Razor Crest sputtered to life and slowly floated out of the hangar door, relying more on inertia than propulsion to get her towards the station. Out the window you saw the enormous rayship that had carried you here bank away from you, the starlight glittering briefly on her copper-colored belly before her propulsion engines flared back to life, and soon enough she was nothing more than a comet streaking through the void.

Din fussed with the radio transponder, opening up a hailing frequency that would alert the attention of the station droids, and it wasn’t long before a large transport unit was making its way to you. The automatic taxi magnetized itself to the roof of the Crest, easing the strain off of your damaged engines.

A robotic voice beeped through the comms: “THANK YOU FOR CHOS-ING EL-GON AU-TO-MA-TED SER-VI-CES. SMILE-Y FACE. CO-MEN-CING TRANS-PORT TO HAN-GAR SEV-EN-TEEN FOR EV-AL-U-A-TION AND RE-PAIR. HAVE A NICE DAY. SMILE-Y FACE”

Din groaned, his fists creaking on the steering wheel. “Why’s it gotta be droids…”

You shrugged in your chair. “Elgon’s old as dirt, prob’ly older than the Crest. I’d be surprised if there wasn’t anything on it that wasn’t animatronic.”

“Great.”

Ahead of you, the station dominated your viewport, humming with a myriad of activity. A neutral starport, Elgon boasted service to any and all as long as they had coin in their pockets, regardless of their commendations or crimes. You’d been to the old outpost many a time, both on your own and while you still wore a uniform, and excitedly you remembered a particular sweets shop that used to operate in the center.

Your service droid was nearly at the station now, approaching a large closed hangar with the number seventeen painted on it in orange Basic. You playfully kicked at the side of the pilots’ seat where Din’s butt was unguarded by the arm rests. “You excited to get fixed up, bucket boy?”

He nodded, he was ready to get back on the trail towards the last bounty. The thought of hunting again reminded him of the Imp device in his pocket that still mystified him, reigniting buried suspicions. I should ask her about it, maybe she knows what it is. He hadn’t wanted to disturb you while you were showering, or when you were getting ready to sleep, so being the polite riddur he decided he would bring it up with you in the morning.

Din reached into his pocket, closing his fingers around the mechanical spider, ready to pull it into the light when the hangar doors opened.

Revealing a blizzard of white duraplast.

“Oh fuck.” Your collective hearts went through the decking at the sight before you. There, swarming the station proper were dozens of Imperial stormtroopers, their eggheads covering the hangar like dirty snow. “Get down!” you hissed at Din who was already two steps ahead of you, sliding out of the pilots seat and under the dashboard. You tore the faceplate off of your crown and stuffed it into his hands along with Grogu and caged your two boys in with your knees, determined to keep anything mando-factured out of sight.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Din spat, slamming his fist on the floor. “This station is supposed to be neutral territory! We need to turn around, we can not stay here!”

Under you the Crest swayed gently in the droid’s grasp before being lowered onto a maintenance skiff, the hoversled bouncing slightly from the weight of your ship. Desperately you threw levers and pushed switches, trying to get the Crest to restart, but her engines were long gone, the turbines spinning almost mockingly slow. You weren’t going anywhere.

The comms light lit up on the dashboard with a soft chime, and on reflex you went to answer it when Din grabbed your leg. “Don’t even think about it.”

You made ‘what-choice-do-we-have’ hands at him, “Dude we are fucked unless I answer them, I-I speak their language, I can get us through.”

“Yeah? So do I.” He hissed from the floor, smacking the side of his thigh where his firearm hung.

“-Ksst!- hush! I’m handling this.” You straightened your shoulders and set your jaw straight before flipping on the receiver.

The holoprojector lit up in front of you with a tiny stormtrooper. “Identify yourself.”

“TK number SPW dash seven-zero-four-two, engaged in dogfight planetside and in need of repairs.”

“Why isn’t your ship running a beacon, soldier?”

“It's pre-empire surplus, it doesn’t have one.”

“What are you doing flying around in such a relic?” The stationmaster said with a bite of suspicion.

“...Budget cuts.”

They chuckled. ”No kidding. Alright then, what’s your designation?”

Shit, uh... “Prisoner transport unit.”

“Roger. Stand-by for transportation to engineering bay and prepare for inspection.”

The trooper winked out of existence, and you started to sigh with relief when the hand on your boot yanked you down to the ground.

“Prisoner transport unit?!” He rasped once you were at visor level with him on the floor. “Could you have come up with something else?!”

Unwillingly, your lips curled back and bared your teeth at his hateful tone. “There’s a shitload of guns and a goddamn carbonite freezer down in the hold, we’re not exactly delivering cookies. We need to get you two hidden before we get to the mechanics, come on!”

Din watched you drop through the ladder hatch with his heart in his throat, the fluttering organ violently trying to break out of his ribs. The Maker must think this is hilarious. After everything I’ve done to keep this kid away from the Imps we’re just going to go knocking on their fucking door. Everything was stacked against him. He was tired from lack of sleep, he was scared for the safety of his clan, and to top it all off he was becoming more distrustful of the microchip by the second; the mounting tension he emanated filling the cockpit like carbonite fog.

Maybe it’s a tracking device?

That… might make sense. Elgon station was out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, why else would a shitload of Imps be here if not to capture him and his crew? To take his son? Through the night he had grown suspicious of the item he had found, and a nagging thought had seeded itself in his frontal lobe, one that he refused to give audience.

What if it came from her?

No, that’s stupid. That’s your riddur, she’s obviously not an Imp. He reasoned, slowly soldier-crawling his way to the hatch with his son and your armor in tow. It must have been in the coral already, or come from one of the pirates, maybe they planted it here. But if that’s the case then we’ve been handed right over into a trap. He lept down the ladder with Grogu squashed under his arm, watching you fly around the cabin looking for an acceptable hiding spot for your foundling and a full grown Mandalorian.

Time started to move in slow motion as it usually did for him when he was sizing up quarry. What did her puck say, before I decided not to turn her in? He ran through his mental rolodex, digging for your file. Ex hunter. Guild dissenter. Bribed out of high-profile bounty. Now that he had met the high-profiler for himself he really couldn’t blame you, though it was suspicious that you had returned from the bridge one bounty short after speaking with Alewyn in private.

Alewyn. Princess-turned-pirate, a renegade royal that had made a name for herself literally ripping ships down from the sky. Hunter ships in particular. Awful convenient for her to be right in our line of travel to a station full of Imps out in the middle of fuckall nowhere. He froze, his visor locked to your frantic form. As if…

As if she was waiting for us.

The corners of his lips bared his teeth to no-one behind his visor as the distrust he had sown in his own heart dug its claws in deep. This has been a trap from the beginning! She’s been playing the long con since Tatooine. In his other hand he held your betrothal gift, the beskar faceplate that he had presented to you when you swore your vows. It reflected his own visor back to him, the hazy lighting of the cabin shimmering on the mudhorn embossed on the brow. No… that’s not it… that’s not true, she loves you…

Right…?

Or… so she says. His heartbeat picked up to a wicked cantor, echoing in his helmet like a storm of leathery wings. Whispering demons crawled up his brainstem and dragged beloved memories down from his skull and into the light of judgement. Memories of you.

He’d caught you so easily on that dirtball of a planet, too easily for a hunter of your stature. You’d practically tossed yourself into the arms of a complete stranger, assumed the role of the child’s caregiver without question. Agreed to marry him after barely a month.

Grogu made a sniffling noise under Din’s arm, gaining both of his buir’s attentions. His nebulous eyes were beginning to moisten, threatening to spill over with tears at any moment. Instantly you ran to your baby’s defense. “Hey buddy boy, what’s wrong?” You carefully took the baby from Din, hugging him to your chest and making the tiniest sob bubble out of his nose. “No no no it’s ok, please don’t cry sweetheart!”

“He’s scared.” Din growled in a manner not at all comforting. You glared at the indomitable mountain of metal, offended that he would use such a tone in front of his own son. “He knows when there’s a threat nearby.” Under you the Crest wobbled slightly, signaling the start of her trek to the engineering bay. Tick tock.

“Fuck! Can you get in a storage crate?” you asked frantically, bouncing Grogu on your hip to get him to quiet down. The baby could sense the mounting anxiety radiating off of his buir, and was getting himself spun up into a fresh panic. His cries devolved into sobs, making the hull echo with despair. “Shh.. it’s ok! Baby boy please, we can’t do this right now!”

“Too obvious.”

“Ok, the sleeping cubby? The lockers? C’mon Mando work with me!”

“They’ll tear this ship apart the second it hits the bay. There’s no hiding. That’s it, we’re done for.” Din tossed up his hands and made some kind of noise in the back of his throat, some kind of strained laugh, the husk of it making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You knew that sound, it was the sound of acceptance, of defeat.

Like fuck you were giving up. You made to retaliate when something past his shoulder caught your eyes. Expecting you to fight with him he stopped his pacing and glared at you, then followed your eyes to the carbonite freezer. He whipped back around, gawking at you like you’d grown a second head. “Oh fuck no.”

“We are out of options!” you nearly screamed, “I can’t just cuff you, there’s no guarantee that they won't take you and Beans hostage, freezing you would be safer. I-it would only be for an hour or two, tops, just to pass inspection! That thing can unfreeze, right?”

“That is not the point!” Din bellowed, “You are suggesting not only to freeze me but to freeze him as well?” Din jabbed a finger at the baby, a rush of emotions threatening to boil his bucket right off his head. He widened his shoulders, broadening himself so large that he seemed to encompass the entire ship, glossy black eye turning dark and hateful on you. He couldn’t keep his suspicions to himself any longer. “You… has this been your plan all along?”

You balked, “Plan? Plan for what? The hell are you-”

He threw your beskar on the floor and grabbed your shoulders, pinning you against the wall opposite the freezer and making Grogu scream out in terror. Mando’s visor took up your entire field of view, reflecting with your own wild eyes. “Your plan to capture us!” He barked, the malice overflowing like an erupting volcano. “You told that Imp that this was a prisoner transport unit. We don’t have any prisoners on this ship unless you’ve had them since the beginning.”

“Are you out of your fucking bucket?!” You spat back at him, “You think I want to put you in carbonite?! Put my son in carbonite?! There’s nowhere else on this ship to hide you!”

“How convenient.” The joints in your shoulders popped from the force he was applying to them, his weight nearly fusing you with the wall.

“You’re hurting me!” Over you the lights began to flicker, though neither of you saw it with your eyes locked on each other; yours filled with pain and anger, his visor pinning you down as if you were quarry.

At the sound of your pain the tension on your shoulder bones eased slightly, but not enough to let you free of the wall. Scalding shame burnt its way across his face, bitter and stinging. He was hurting you, the one thing he swore never to do to you again, the very first oath he had promised.

You chewed the side of your cheek, trying to steady your words. “Din. I love you. I love Grogu! I lied to that Imp to protect you. I don’t want those rotten eggs to have you, how could you even think that of me?”

She lies. One thing that Din knew about you was that you were unquestionably good at was putting on a ruse, able to sweet-talk quarry or lure droids to their deaths. But the way you took to the comms was different, how you were able to use the Imps own terminology against them, even how you spoke to the pirates before you were ‘rescued’ was delivered with flawless diction. It was too perfect, too natural...

As if that was your real voice.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” He growled, digging armored claws into the flesh of your shoulders, making you suck air through your teeth. Defensively you coiled your arms around Grogu, burying his wrinkly little head against your chest where he would be safe from the man you thought you trusted. Fire cascaded out from under Din's helmet, trying to burn you at the stake. “You told me once that I don’t know you.” His helmet tilted like a serpent poising to strike, words dripping with venom. “But I should have known an Imp when I saw one.”

“I am not an Imp!! That’s not who I am any MORE!” Bulbs exploded around you at your words, glass and sparks raining down from above. The strength of your thundering roar broke the delicate machinery in Din’s helmet, causing his audio intake to screech with feedback. Immediately his hands left your shoulders and went to his ears, trying to protect himself from the horrible noise.

The let-up was all the invitation you needed, and you dropped yourself low; catapulting into Din’s chest plate like a linebacker and knocking him into the freezer. You kicked your faceplate between his boots, thrust Grogu into his arms and punched the activator on the wall, tears flowing hotly down your face. As the fog billowed outward Mando wrapped himself around the foundling, as though his impenetrable armor could protect the child from the nightmare of being frozen alive.

Horrified, you watched as the two creatures you loved most were consumed by the mist, leaving a dark block in its wake that bore their likeness. The metal was already ice cold to the touch when you ran your hand over the glaring curve of your husband's visor, and down to the terrified, tear-streaked face of your baby.

Choked sobs tore at the back of your throat, trying to drown you with guilt. I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry my loves, I… I did what I had to do. You weren’t given time to process your grief, nearly jumping out of your skin when plasticast fists rapped on the access door with authoritarian vigor. Composing yourself to the best of your abilities, you stuck your finger down the barrel of your blaster, scraping off the dark residue and smearing it under your eyes to hide your welted cheeks.

Glass crunched under your boots as you made your way through the dismembered cabin to the wall panel, punching the buttons with shaky hands. The ramp chuggered and stopped halfway down, but it was down far enough for you to make visor contact with the platoon of troopers who were demanding your attention. Their armor was clean, freshly moulded and recently polished. These weren’t just the Empire’s soggy leftovers, these were new recruits.

Disgracefully hopping down from the ramp among a scurry of pit droids you puffed up your chest and squared your shoulders as you had seen your partner do whenever he was intimidating quarry. You crossed your arms behind your back in parade rest, watching as a painted trooper strode up to you, his rifle pointed at the floor near your feet.

“Stand aside, we have orders to search this ship.”

“Whose orders?”

“Elgon Station is under the Imperial jurisdiction of Admiral Forescythe, no ships in or out without search.”

You felt all the blood in your body evaporate at the name. Forescythe. Shit balls of hell, that fucking bastard is still alive?!

“Is that really necessary?”

The rifle in his hand rose just slightly. “You got something to hide?”

“No, sir.” you said sweetly, hoping politeness would buy you brownie points.

“Stand aside then.” The trooper barked, gesturing to your ship with the barrel of his rifle. You jumped when the heavy access ramp hit the ground, turning to glare daggers at the droid that had unfastened the damaged hydraulics. The stormtrooper marched past you up the ramp, inspecting the interior of the cabin as he went. As predicted, he nudged the lids of the supply crates open, pointing his gun at any would-be threats. Another pair of eggheads followed inside, rudely stomping through the Crest’s belly like they owned the place.

The painted trooper made loud, gross sniffing noises. “Smells like carbonite in here, your freezer might be leaking, better get that checked out…” He trailed off when he clocked the machine and its contents, taking big strides towards it. “Lookit that, Is that an actual mando? I didn’t even think they were real, I’ve only ever heard stories.” He gestured to you with his gun, “How’d you do it?”

“Do what?” You asked coldly.

“How’d you catch him? And his... weird dog?” The trooper tapped harshly on the solidified metal that covered your foundling's eyeball, making your blood pyroclast through your veins, but you remained composed.

“I’m more dangerous than I look.” You seethed, digging your nails into the skin of your arms behind your back. And you’re about to find out just how fucking dangerous if you don’t back off!

One of the unpainted soldiers piped up. “Do you think this is the one they’ve been looking for? The one the Admiral was talking about?”

“Could be, I’ll radio the Wyvern when it makes stationfall, should be dropping out of hyperspace in a few hours.” Cotton seemed to grow in your mouth at his words, making it impossible to swallow. No, it can't be.

-ī̶̱̩͋t's̴̈̅ ̵̛̂̈̋͋̏͘͝c̷ŏ̷̐̓͑ṁ̸͌̋̾̕in̵̨͎̩̠̼͂͜g̷͑̔.-

Shut up. The commander jabbed his rifle at you. “I heard someone say that mandos never take their helmets off, we should unfreeze it and see what it looks like.”

“No.” You barked, making the soldiers flinch. Haha. “He’s very dangerous, even under the effects of hibernation sickness he can still be quite lethal.”

“There’s three of us and only one of it.” A rifle was pointed your way, “Thaw it out.”

Like hell. “Alright, then I won’t have to be the one to explain to the Admiral why a Mandalorian is loose in the station, or dead. I’ve heard he’s a reasonable man.”

The three troopers looked at each other with questioning glances, suddenly unsure. That seemed enough to deter them, and you waited while the troopers barked orders at the repair droids, ordering them to get your ship fixed up. A battalion of robots swarmed the Razor Crest inside and out, almost making you thankful Mando wasn’t there to blast them full of holes. The greasy robots would make quick work of the damage, and hopefully have you out of the station before the Wyvern arrived.

The Wyvern. You wanted to curl in a ball and die. Of all the bullshit the galaxy had to offer it had decided that you deserved a double helping of unwanted nostalgia. Not only was the Wyvern’s Tongue still operational she would be bringing with her good old Admiral Forscythe, though last time you saw him he was just a captain.

Your captain.

And he was on his way.

To this station.

To your ship.

To you.

Oh fuck.

Immediately you turned to your partner for reassurance, only to meet his frozen stare. You wanted to release him, let him carry you safely away from this place, but you weren’t out of the woods yet; so you were both going to have to wait. You’d never been frozen, thank the Maker, but you’d heard stories. How being frozen is like being trapped alive, trying to breathe but not being able to move your lungs. Still being conscious but feeling your blood stop in your veins. A living death.

A waking nightmare.

Repair droids swarmed your ship’s interior like a hive of bees, but they were making quick work of the damage and would hopefully be gone soon. Shaky legs carried you back over to the carbonite freezer, and you leaned heavily on the block of frozen metal, stretching your arms around it in an attempted hug. I wish you were here, my love, but it will be over soon.

You pressed a kiss to both of your boy’s faces and slumped to the floor, leaning on the bandoliered boots behind you. Between the wide open ramp and the droids working on the stardrive you were too exposed to unfreeze your family, and the thought of having to wait even a minute longer made the edges of your eyes threaten to spill anew.

Stars above you wanted this to be over. The back of your throat tasted like bile, and the plasma residue smeared under your eyes was starting to burn. You needed to get away, to blast off into space with your boys and put your draconian past behind you before the literal beast reared her ugly head.

But… now he knows. You groaned into your knees, digging claws into your own hair. He knows! You fucking asshat now he knows! Your greatest, vilest secret had been spilled, and you were going to have to find a way to live with the consequences. He... he’ll understand. Bilgerats are practically foundlings, I just need to explain myself better. Yeah! That’s it! I didn’t have the chance to explain myself. He’ll forgive me… right?

Time seemed to crawl, languid and slow, forcing you to wallow in your own guilt. You cautiously eyed the platoons of troopers that would often march past, trying to glare daggers through their shiny white buckets, but they paid you no mind. The hours ticked by, making you more and more anxious by the second. You had no way of knowing how soon the Wyvern would arrive, could be hours, could be minutes. Could be seconds.

-į̶̱̩̄͋ͅt'̶̡̳̰̝̇s̴̈̅ ̵̧̛̺̂̈̋͋̏͘͝c̷̄͋͛̚oṁ̸͌̋̾́̈́̕͝i̸̇̏-

I’m aware! You snapped at your thoughts, pissed that they were still present long after Grogu had purged them from your mind. I must be going crazy, it’s the guilt. It has to be the guilt. You rubbed at your temples, trying to dispel the mounting tension in your skull. When you opened your eyes a sweeper droid was clearing away the glass shards from the floor, and you cocked your brows at it as it went by. When did the lights burn out?

Eventually the interior repairs were completed to the fullest, and the moment the ramp hydraulics were functional again you slammed the door shut and booked it back to the freezer controls.You turned a pair of knobs on the side of the carbonite block and took a step back. The metal that covered your beloved crewmates turned red, then bright gold, sloughing off in luminous waves.

You jumped to catch Din and the foundling before they hit the ground, his strength lost from the effects of hibernation sickness, nearly causing him to melt onto the floor along with the aurelius sludge pooling at your feet. In your ear you heard both of your boys taking desperate, broken breaths; and you rubbed at Din’s dorsal plate, encouraging him to fill his lungs.

As a unit you sank down to the floor where the child practically rolled into your lap. His enormous eyes were squinty and blinking, making you think that he may be temporarily blinded. “Hey booger, it’s ok, can you hear me?” Grogu made a sad little noise, but that meant he could at least still hear. “There ya go, that’s it, nice’n slow. Y’ok?” The child looked up at you with a twisted expression, then immediately yarked bright blue all over your shirt. “You know what, I deserved that, thanks.”

Din’s modulated cough grated in your ear. “How… long?”

“Couple hours, but the repairs are finished, we can get the fuck outta here now. Are you alright? You gonna barf?” He started to shake his head no, but the shaking might have been his downfall because you felt him start to heave. “Not in the bucket not in the bucket! Come on, up! Heeere we go…” You gently set Grogu down on the floor and bullied yourself up under Din’s arm, dragging him as fast as you could to the fresher. You barely got the beskar out of the way in time for your partner to empty his stomach. “That’s it, let it all out, I gotcha.”

Din hung on to the sides of the fresher like his life depended on it, shaking violently with every hurl, and there wasn’t much else you could do but hold on. He released one armored claw from the side of the fresher to reach back and find you, but when you tried to hold his hand to comfort him he pulled his fingers from your grasp. Again you tried, but this time he didn’t just let go, he pushed you away, and you heard him mumble something into the fresher bowl.

“-..a...tor-”

“What’d you say?”

“Traitor!!!” Din spat, curling back around at you with viciously bared teeth, eyes wild and bloodshot. You backpedaled away from the fuming warrior that was half crawling half leaping towards you, making weak throws that were slowly gaining in strength. “You fucking traitor! I should have known! I should have known from the very fucking start!” You���d never seen him angry without the helmet, and it terrified you. He terrified you.

You put up your hands defensively, backing away from him. “Please! Let me explain! It wasn’t-”

“I don’t listen to Imps!” He swung at you and missed, but his agility was quickly returning. You wouldn’t be so lucky the second time.

“Damn it Din, fucking listen-” Ignoring you, he groped for the gun on his belt, and you were barely able to grab your armor in time from the freezer to block his reckless shots. You crouched over Grogu, using your body and the face plate as a shield against the assaulting Mandalorian. “Din! Stop! Please! You’re going to hurt our son!”

“Our?!” He hissed, snarling around the word. “That is MY son! Get away from him!” Din grabbed the beskar mask and tried to pull it from you, yanking you up from the floor. “MY son does not belong to you, this does not belong to you! Who do you think you are?!”

“Who am I?! I’m your wife!”

He stopped trying to wrestle the lovingly-chosen armor away from you, meeting your eyes with his own darkened gaze. His earthly irises flickered fast between both of your own pupils, searching your face for something, some kind of reminder. A reminder that he loves you. The muscles on the side of his jaw clenched and rippled, chewing on the words he was looking for.

When he spoke his voice was hoarse, but certain, as if there would never be a greater truth than the one he breathed into being.

“No, you’re not.”

The coldness in his tone stabbed icicles in your veins and froze your mouth closed, rendering you speechless. His hateful gaze looked down to the mask still in your hands, twisting into a pained expression. “Did… did this mean anything to you?”

“Din… please…” you begged, you voice barely above a whisper, “It means everything to me, you mean everything to me!” Behind you Grogu was already starting to cry again, making the situation even worse. “I love you! I did what I did to protect you, to protect Grogu! I didn’t want those Imp bastards to take you. Can’t you see that?”

The Mandalorian laughed, miasmatic and sickly, infected with distrust. “Isn’t that just like an Imp, lying right up til the very end.” He let go of the beskar as if it was unclean, then turned swiftly around on his heel, striding to the fresher to grab his helmet from where it had been discarded on the floor. He picked it up and looked into it’s visor, almost like he was debating whether or not he could put it back on. It sank over his head with a hiss of it’s latches, amplifying his dominating presence tenfold.

You pressed on, balling your fists in determination. “It shouldn’t matter who I used to be, just who I am now. I don’t know anything about your past, all I know is who you are now, I know that you are my… ner rid-oor…”

He was on you in a flash. “Don’t make me cut out your lying tongue as well, Mando’a is sacred, I should have never taught it to you.” In one swift motion he grabbed the offensive beskar from your useless fingers and threw it somewhere behind him, the iron clanging ugly against the durasteel decking. He dug behind his chestplate and found the lucky talismans you had given him as a sign of your affection, a sign that he now decided should have been a big red flag, shoving them into your empty hands.

“You have dishonored me.”

The Mandalorian bent to pick the crying youngling up off the floor, carrying him over to the bed you had all shared. He didn’t turn around to face you when he spoke again. “Get out.”

His frigid words had you frozen in place, frozen in time. He’s leaving you. Your mind was racing, your heart flooding with sadness and grief. Words abandoned you, giving you only a whisper of your silver tongue.

“Din.. I-I didn’t have a choi-”

“GET OUT!!!” He ripped your backpack off the wall and flung it at you, making you reel from the impact. The ramp opened behind you, and you were suddenly being shoved out the door, rolling backwards out of the Crest. You scrambled to your feet, clutching the krayt teeth so hard that the edges cut your palms while you banged on the rising wall of steel.

From behind the closing door you heard a sound, faint but desperate, nearly inaudible over your own pounding heartbeat. It sounded distinctly like a baby’s cry.

“Bubu!”

-SLAM!-

The access ramp sealed shut, and a shiny silver dome appeared in the rounded transparisteel viewport where Mando was taking his seat at the controls. Imps began swarming you while the old gunship’s engines flared to life, burning like a newly risen phoenix. Poorly-aimed blaster fire ricocheted off the ship’s hull while her landing gear tucked itself up, and soon the home you had grown to know and love was blasting towards the hangar exit without you.

The Razor Crest slid through the magcon field, the backs of her engines turning bright blue as her stardrive kicked into gear, rocketing her into warp speed just as an enormous star cruiser dropped out of hyperspace, dwarfing the station with her size. As prideful and arrogant as the Empire she sailed for, she took up the starfield with the domineering presence of a ship that had once served as the Death Star’s loyal guard dog.

It could be no other than the Wyvern’s Tongue.

-ȉ̴͗t̴'̴s̶̛̓͝͠ he̷̍̂r̶̔ë̷́.-

If you had a single coherent thought left to your name you would have made a series of snide remarks to the completely useless voice that whispered in your ears. You would have fought back against the stormtroopers that were roughly grabbing you and forcing you down under the barrels of their guns. You would have ran through the station and commandeered one of the other ships that had come in for repairs and blasted off to somewhere, anywhere else.

If you weren’t so grief-stricken, so heart-broken, so lost, you would have hurled literal dragonfire at the man who was approaching you now.

The troop commander spoke first. “Sir, this one allowed the mando to esca-”

“Get her up. Now.” You were hauled back up to your feet, but your eyes stayed on the forcefield that was draped over the stars, just waiting for the Razor to come back around.

To come back for you.

Your view became blocked by a tall, thin man in an Imperial uniform, his lapel shining with an even bigger emblem of authority than the last time you had seen it. His soulless eyes bored right into yours, and you knew instantly by the look on his face that he hadn’t forgotten his favorite communications officer. “Sparrow? Is that you?”

The long abandoned nickname stung like needles in your ears, reeling you violently into the present. The admiral cupped your chin and brought your eyes up, forcing you to see him and stop pretending that he wasn’t real; that he was an apparition brought to life by your wailing night terrors. “It is. My little Sparrow has flown back to me.”

The stormtrooper braved an interruption, “Sir, the mando-”

Admiral Forescythe silenced him with a wave of his hand, “No matter, the universe has brought me something even better than whatever Moff Gideon had been after.” The glare on the Admirals face turned to a sickly smile “Pray tell, little bird, won’t you sing me a song? I’ve so missed your lovely voice.”

You shook your head from his hand and pointed to the electromagnetic cuffs that still hung from the backs of your ears, the last remainder of the beloved faceplate you had been gifted. “Hull breach, tone deaf.” was all the excuse you could muster. A stiff leather glove rose up to brush over the Mandalorian steel, and you fought every animalistic urge to go batshit ballistic, rip the admiral limb from limb.

“What a pity, but at least you can still speak.” He was standing too close now, and the disgust you felt for the man who practically raised you made your flesh boil under his gaze. His gloved hand slid down from your ear and grabbed at the bottom of your jaw, forcing your head to tilt while he inspected the bitemarks Din had put on your neck when he still loved you. “At least you haven’t been lonely, good thing I had you chipped when I did. Shame on you for letting someone defile you in such a manner, were you still on my ship I would have had them jettisoned.”

The Admiral raked his eyes over your disheveled form, from your marked flesh to your blackened eyes and your blue-stained shirt, his face twisting in disgust. “Whatever life you have been living clearly doesn’t suit you, it’s high time you cease this reckless behavior and come back to where you belong.” He bent down and picked your backpack up off the floor where it had fallen, slinging one ratty strap over his neatly-pressed shoulder; then extended a hand to you. “Are you ready to come home now, my little Sparrow?”

You blinked a few times at the question, your heart becoming as cold as stone. Home? The Wyvern was not your home anymore, and the admiral was not your family. But the home you knew, the family you loved was now lightyears away, far far away from where you were now; and they weren’t coming back.

Din wasn’t coming back.

That left only one place left for you to go.

Back... home.

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Hell Hole Final

incubus!Seonghwa and San x Female reader

⚠️Warnings: threesome, anal, rough sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, sadism, degradation, choking, bondage, bdsm, overstimulation, spanking, slapping, spitting, fear kink, knife play (seonghwa goes crazy yall), oral (fem receiving), really aggressive smut, blood licking i guess, yall already know some kinky ass incubus shit, that was really requested for some reason , a little violence

THIS CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Final

One and two on masterlist 

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Currently, you were waiting for San’s arrival. Sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels, patiently waiting.

Your relationship with San was at its strongest point. You were treated like a princess every single day. San now had the biggest effect on you, every time you saw him your heart melted. He turned into such a nice and caring boyfriend.

While you were in ‘awe’ of your boyfriend, the demon standing behind you wasn’t very happy.

Seonghwa, was the one who found you and brought you back. But somehow you ended up with San. How was that fair? He was supposed to be the one to treat you like a princess and give all of his love.

Jealousy takes over the heartbroken demon and without fully thinking Seonghwa snatches you from behind and takes you to his house.

As soon you arrive, he knocks you out and brings you to his little sex dungeon. Harshly taking your limbs and tying them down on each corner on the bed, making you look like an ‘X’.

Seonghwa shoves in a vibrator into your unconscious body and leaves.

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Meanwhile, San arrives home, only to be not greeted by his precious angel.

San starts calling your name and heads upstairs thinking that you’re gonna surprise him. But to his surprise, you weren’t there. Now he thought you were playing some cruel joke.

This was not normal for you to do. You would’ve already come out and greeted San already. San starts to panic and runs around the entire house looking for you. His eyes start to fill up with tears and his non existenting heart aches at the thought of losing you.

“Angel, stop playing it isn’t funny anymore! Y/N! Seriously stop!”

San stops in his tracks.

You weren’t at home anymore.

He thinks deeply, you’re still in hell and you can’t escape, which means someone must’ve taken you. Well that ‘someone’ will regret because no one touches his angel. San will kill them, even if they’re already dead.

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“Seonghwa please!”

Seonghwa’s tongue flicked on your clit making you cum for the 10th time. Your body lurches up and you cry out feeling your clit on fire.

“Stop acting like you don’t love it whore. Just tell me that I can fuck you better then San and I’m the only one for you. Then it will all be over.”

He said it as if it wasn’t a big deal. You couldn’t leave San, you loved him.

“Y/N Y/N Y/N. You know what I absolutely hate? When people don’t obey me. Especially if they’re dumb, little girls like you. Saying that you love another demon while I stand here and listen. How do you think this makes me feel?”

Tears left the corner of your eyes and slid down.

“I-I-I’mmm s-s-s-sor-ry”

You were violently shaking, petrified of his presence.

A sharp noise comes from Seonghwa’s hand. You focus and see it’s a knife.

“No no no don’t kill me! I'll submit!”

You pleaded.

“Silly, dumb slut. Why would you think that I will do such a thing? I love you. By the end of this you would’ve submitted to me either way, so why not have a bit of fun? Try something new, yknow?”

Seonghwa comes closer and glides the shiny and sharp, six inch blade across your cheek, down to your throat and around your breast.

You tightly shut your eyes, not wanting to see, and Seonghwa slaps you across the face.

“Open your eyes and watch. How about… I make a little cut here below your belly button.”

Seonghwa puts the slightest force on the knife and easily cuts into you, but not too deep. You scream out and start to cry uncontrollably. You beg Seonghwa to stop but he responded with

“Why should I stop? I love you screams and cries and I FUCKING love that IM causing them. This will teach you that youre MINE AND I FUCKING OWN YOU, YOU COCK SUCKING CUM FUCK!”

He shouted at you and his eyes turned red.

You didn’t mumble a word. You just laid there, helplessly, praying for a miracle to happen.

Seonghwa threw the knife against the concrete wall, hard enough the knife plunged into it.

In a breath his clothes disappear and he gets on top of you. With absolutely no mercy he pounds into your sensitive pussy and you sob even harder. Your breath hitching with every thrust. His cock going fully out and slamming back into you.

Seonghwa unleashes the beast and his black horns make its way out. He was going to fuck you until you were mentally attached to him.

He started to thrust into you at an inhuman speed. You pull on your restraints, wanting out and crying rivers. Seonghwa then spits on you and slaps your face.

“Your tears are getting you nowhere, babygirl. They’re just getting me harder.”

He growled, now roughly pulling your throat and pounding harder into you.

“I’m gonna cum!”

You yelp as tears started to roll down your eyes again. Cum spits out of your pussy around his cock, and you lose all feeling in your lower half.

He pulls out of you, and smacks your thighs, then licks off the blood from your stomach.

“Your blood taste fucking delicious.”

The cut was stinging after he licked it. You hiss out in pain, and Seonghwa immediately heals the cut.

“There, now it’s gone and I can cut you again and again.”

A sadist smile places on his face. You didn’t even try to fight anymore. You couldn’t take down Seonghwa. That would be impossible.

You begin to lose yourself in your thoughts, until you notice a distressed Seonghwa. He was backing up towards the wall and San appeared out of nowhere.

San’s eyes were red and he pushed Seonghwa against the wall and started beating the shit out of the other male.

San then grabbed him by the throat and slammed his nude body against the wall, choking him.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KIDNAP MY GIRLFRIEND? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO WITH HER?”

He yells out furiously, tightening his grip even more.

A sinister smirk laid on his face and he didn’t say a word.

San then let him go and went right to you.

“Baby are you okay? Oh look at you angel, I’m so sorry I didn’t find you earlier. Look at what he did to you.”

He rubs your cheeks looking at you with sorrowful eyes.

“SAN LOOKOUT!”

Seonghwa punches San in the face.

“Look at what she did to you little bro! You’re so soft for her. What happened to that cruel, sadist San in you huh? Are you too weak now? Because you fell in love?! We’re demons! Loves not meant for us, only sex! You’re breaking all these rules, and father will be mad at us! Look at her! She’s a dumb cunt.”

Seonghwa pushes San back, wanting to make him angry.

“Seonghwa stop!”

San growled and his eyes started to turn black.

“I’m not going to stop. This cock slut has broken us apart. Don’t you think she deserves a punishment?”

They both start walking towards you. Seonghwa’s eyes were red and San’s was pitch black.

Seonghwa gets on top of you and takes you again. In the corner of your eyes you see San trying to calm down. He looks up and you both make immediate eye contact and he walks toward you, stripping himself as well.

He kneels down gripping your throat and making you look at him.

“You like this huh? Fucking my older brother behind my back? How long have you been doing this slut?”

“Daddy no! I’ve never done it, he forced me! Please I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Seonghwa gives a quick lick on his fingers and slaps you across the face.

“She’s lying. We’re been fucking every week.”

“He’s lying San! I never did such a thing!”

Seonghwa picks up his pace and hits you gspot making you gasp up.

“Look at how good I’m making her feel. She’s shaking because of my cock San.”

Seonghwa leans down and licks your face. Afterward he opens your mouth and spits in it.

“See. She’s even swallowing my spit.”

You didn’t even swallow it. Instead you spit it back up, and try your best not to choke. A tight knot starts to form in your core and your climax hits. You quiver under seonghwa and cum once again.

San then gets up and pushes Seonghwa out of the way. He dips down and starts to eat you out.

You let out a scream of pain, and San started to suck on your clitoris and finger you. You squirm around, trying to find some pleasure, but you just couldn’t!

San stops and takes the restraints off your ankles.

“All fours now!”

You struggle to flip yourself over, because you can't feel your lower half. It was extremely sore. Seonghwa comes over and helps you out.

As soon as your ass was in front of San. He rammed into your asshole and spanks your ass.

You shiver at the sudden feeling. The hairs on your body go up and seonghwa crawls underneath you, sliding his cock into your pussy once again.

You start bawling your eyes out. You couldn’t take both of them. You struggle and pull on the ropes your hands were tied to.

Seonghwa smacks you face a couple of times and starts to kiss you lips and cheek.

The two demon cock were rubbing inside of you.

The demon below you takes the restraints off of your hands and San pulls you up. You uncontrollably start to move your hips on Seonghwas dick, riding him. San wraps his hands around you and makes you look back at him. He spits on your face and starts to lick you.

They were both so close. You felt their 9 inch dicks twitch inside you. The older demons dick, repeatedly thrusted in your gspot making you cum one last time.

The facial expression you held while cumming made both of them cum deep inside you.

“Ahhh, good girl, good girl, cum all over us.”

San whispers in your ears.

Seonghwa moves out the way and you collapse on the bed.

“I guess we can share her.”

San says bitterly.

“I’m glad we came to an agreement. Now she’s trapped in the hell hole with us.”

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People seem to really like hell hole so I made a final part❣️ I originally wanted to kill Y/N for this last part but didn’t, bc I then realized she’s already sorta like.....dead. Anyways I hoped you enjoyed❣️

[consulaaris]

not to be predictable BUT maybe rys and/or zered for the outfit designer meme? :o)

ty dani!!! 💕 (and i will take any excuse to talk about these two so ty ahsjjsjsjjs)

[swtor outfit meme]

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ZERED KAVR

slots in outfit designer: 9 (but some are the same armor set with different dyes, and a few, er, failed outfits. iykyk.)

battle-armor (left): exactly what it sounds like; a big ole armor set that he wears in the immediate post-class story era.

wasteland crusader’s set (dark red/black dye)

the empire’s wrath (right): this is a fancier outfit zered wears around the end of SoR and leading up to ziost and the defection- it’s stylish but functional, and is sort of a visual symbol of the power & status he wields in the empire. also symbolic of him being forced out of the shadows/background of the empire, and foreshadowing™ some other stuff along those lines.

emperor’s mantle set (secondary black dye) with exception of exar kun’s wristguards and reconstructed apprentice’s lower robes

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RYSANDOR RIEL

slots in outfit designer: 8

casual jackets/work outfits: basically just outfits that i think he’d wear while working- they look good and he can move around easily, and rys is very fond of good jackets- he likes dark colors, but his overall style is cross between “purposefully a little messy” and “classy and put together but with a bite to it” and between these two i think i captured that at least somewhat. rys is also fond of scarves and sweaters (albeit in a certain style), hence the outfit on the right

left: expert outlaw’s breastplate, force apprentice’s bracers, satele shan’s gloves, atton rand’s belt, elegant duelist pants, nightlife socialite’s boots

right: calo nord set (deck officer’s dye), with the exception of the elegant duelist bracers & canderous ordo’s gloves

[rene-writes-or-tries-to-write]

How to Break John Winchester’s Nose: A fangirl’s guide Chapter 2

Okay it’s been a long while and this is really short but this is what I have to offer:

                           - 10:12 AM, June 4, 1996, On the Road –

Clara stared out the window. This was the third time she was seeing this stretch of road in two days. She turned to the Winchester patriarch.

 “Where are we going, exactly?”

 “Sioux Falls.”

 “South Dakota? Why?” she asked, despite knowing exactly why.

 “To see an old friend and to pick up my boys.”

 “Boys? You have kids? And why do we need to visit someone?” she feigned surprise.

 “I’ve got two boys, one about two years younger than you, one two years older. They’re staying with the friend, who can help set you up in this time, something I don’t think he thought he’d be doin’.”

 Clara absorbed this info, and then, a slight smile gracing her face in anticipation of hearing some all-too-familiar names, asked, “What are their names?”

 “The boys are Sam and Dean, the friend is Bobby.”

 “What did you say your job was again?”

“Christ, kid, how many questions do you have?”

 “Sor-ry, is curiosity about the guy who I’m stuck with illegal?

 John sighed. “No, just annoying. I work in… pest control.”

 Clara stopped herself from snorting, but it was a close thing.

 - 9: 46 PM, June 5, 1996, Sioux Falls, South Dakota –

Bobby Singer was having a drink before bed, having spent the day manning the phones and researching a monster for a couple of hunters in Maine. Given his life’s particular brand of weird, he figured nothing could surprise him anymore. So when the doorbell rang that night, he figured it was the boys coming back from the movies. Instead, he found John Winchester with a broken nose accompanied by a teenage girl with a leather jacket. He blinked.

 “You just gonna stand in front of the door all night or are you gonna let us in?”

 “Charming as ever, Winchester,” replied Bobby, moving out of the way.

 The girl, meanwhile, had been gaping at Bobby like he was an alien from the moment he opened the door.

 “What, do I got something on my face?”

 “Wa- oh, no, sorry. You just.. remind me of someone.”

 Bobby squinted, then, accepting the response, grunted and moved on.

 “So,” said Bobby, heading into the kitchen to get a beer, “who’s the kid?”

 “She’s-” started John.

 “Capable of answering for herself. Clara, pleased to meet you,” she extended a hand.

 “Bobby Singer,” he said, shaking said hand.

 The thunk of a duffel full of heavy equipment hitting the ground brought the attention back to John, who proceeded to drop himself into a chair.

 “You got any food?” asked John.

 “Yeah, in the kitchen. Get it yourself, you idjit.”

 John groaned, standing back up to go get food. Bobby made his way back to his desk, clearing away the occult objects, assuming that until he could clarify with John whether or not the kid knew, it would be safer to not expose her.

 John stomped back into the room, dropping a plate of toast and jerky in front of Clara and settling down to eat his own. Clara stared at the food for a hot second, wishing for a moment she was back in 2020 with an actual hot meal. She shook her head and grabbed the toast, swearing to herself that the moment John was gone she was gonna cook some real food.

 “Stho,” she started, mouth full, “vhere are your thons?”

 “That’s an excellent question. Where are Sam and Dean?” inquired John.

 “They’re… at the movies,” Bobby’s hesitance was a brilliant move, seeing as John would take it as though Bobby was covering hunting-related activities from Clara, when in fact he was telling the truth.

 “When will they be back?”

 “Should be soon. Now shut your mouth and eat your food.” Bobby left the room before anyone could point out the fact that you needed to open your mouth to get to the food.

 Clara and John proceeded to demolish the food, hungry after a day on the road. It was at this time that Clara remembered how tired she was, having been on edge all day.

 “Uh, where am I gonna sleep?”

 John stared at her for a long moment, having clearly forgotten about sleeping arrangements.

 “You can sleep on the ground?” he offered.

 “Oh, so the options are ground or couch. Here, what about we thumb wrestle for the couch?”

 John mulled it over, and, figuring he would win, agreed. Clara set down the plate and extended her hand, which John clasped. Bobby chose this time to reenter the room.

 “What are you two idjits doing?” he wondered aloud.

 “Hmm? Oh, thumb wrestling for the couch.” Clara replied, keeping her thumb carefully upright.

 Bobby chose not to question it.

 John’s thumb inched forward, attempting to hook the first joint around Clara’s thumb. She allowed him to touch the top of it before sliding her thumb out from under it and sweeping it back around to try and pin his. This back and forth continued for a good solid 10 minutes, with both of them getting more and more invested in winning as it went on. The rumble of an engine slowly grew louder, but neither noticed. Not even the door slamming open broke their concentration.

 “What the fuck is going on here?”

[let-me-love-you-loki]

An Ending Within-Ch. 9

Chapter 9

           It felt good to be sharing a locker room with Jon again. As AEW champion, he got his pick after the Elite EVPs, and he’d insisted that I come along with him. Jericho didn’t like it, but he could shove it.

           “You know they do things different here, dollface. This ain’t the MMC,” Jon said as he taped his hands and wrists.

           I finished lacing up my boots and dug through my bag for my Black and Brave straps. “I know. Omega and I had a long talk about it before Chris threw this challenge out.” I looked over at him, grinning slyly. “Are you afraid to get in the ring with me, Jon?”

           He glanced up at me, his lips curling up into a smirk and his blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t flatter yourself, dollface.”

           My fingers stilled as I wrapped the tie around the wrist straps. “You are.”

           “Not for the reasons you think,” he replied. “I can kick your ass in three minutes. And you know it.”

           “Bullshit. I know you,” I retorted. “You spent a year and a half training with me. Or have you forgotten that?”

           Jon smirked and leaned back against the wall. “Trust me, Llane. I haven’t forgotten anything. But I’m not the same guy you rode with.”

           Panic. An overwhelming thudding in my chest. I was thrown back to that night in our SUV that smelled like old Mexican food when he’d been Dean Ambrose and I’d been Llane Black and we were Llunatic Llane and then, all the sudden, we weren’t. He wasn’t resigning his contract. He was leaving us… the Shield… the Hounds… me. It shattered me. It completely, totally, and absolutely destroyed me.

           Was it about to happen again?

           My vision blurred. The world tipped out of rotation beneath me. I felt the bile burn up my throat. I gripped the steel chair beneath me and squeezed hard, hoping the pain would suck me back into reality before I slipped out of control. My ribs splintered. Shot through my skin and pierced straight into my lungs, my heart.

           I gagged, unable to breathe.

           “Hey, hey, Llane…” Snapping, wild energy swept into me. Jon’s fingers curled around my cheeks. “Hey, I’m here… take a breath… hey… come on, breathe with me.”

           I felt my hand move, fingers pried away from the steel chair to press against the warm muscle of his chest over his sternum. The flesh rose and fell in a steady rhythm beneath my palm. Jon was solid. He was there.

           My chest ached as I struggled to match his deliberate breaths. One at a time, I followed his inhale and exhale. Panic dribbled onto the floor, pooling around my feet and sinking into the concrete. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing hard on the rise and fall of his body. The expansion and contraction of the sternum I’d felt against my cheek more times than I could count.

           “Almost there, dollface,” Jon murmured soothingly. “You’re stronger than the panic.”

           He bumped his forehead into mine. His hand curled up, curving around the back of my skull. I felt the air move between us as he drew it in and then blew it back out.

           So close. The sweet, soothing feeling of air in my lungs. No more rushing pounding of my heart in my ears. Almost… almost the panic was gone.

           “Dean,” I gasped, choking anew when the truth sucker punched me in the ribs. He wasn’t Dean anymore. That man was dead and long buried. And he wasn’t coming back. “I… ‘m… sor… ry…”

           He squeezed his fingers against my skull. “Don’t. You don’t need to be sorry.” He pressed a brotherly kiss to my forehead. “I’m still him. And you’re still Llane.”

           For the first time, I gave voice to the entity that drove my terror and panic for the last twelve months. “You left us.” I sucked in a breath, feeling hysteria setting in. “You abandoned us…” The sob broke me in half. “Me.”

           “Oh, dollface,” Jon said pitifully. He pulled me into his arms, hugging me fiercely against his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was never about that.”

           He squeezed me hard then gripped my chin painfully, forcing me to look at him. “I never meant to leave you. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t do a better job of telling you that. We’re pack. Once a Hound, always a Hound. No matter where we go. I’ve never stopped loving you, Llane. You’re my family. And you will be. Forever.”

           I sagged against him, hugging him hard around the waist. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my head again. “Let’s show them how we do, dollface,” he said. “Even if we’re on opposite sides.”

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           Blood. Bright and red and tasting like copper and salt. Pain seared down my jaw from a busted lip. Jon stood across the ring, a light in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in a long time. I swiped at my mouth with the back of my hand and smirked, curling my fingers slowly into fists.

           Jericho stood in the corner behind me, shouting obscenities across the ring at Jon and his partner, Kris Statlander. I laughed, shaking out my shoulders the way Jon used to. I wiggled my fingers at him.

           “Come and get it,” I whispered, circling sideways with a snarling smirk. Jon gave a snarling laugh and took two steps forward, quickly latching onto me with an elbow-collar lock.

           He shoved me hard into the ropes, only breaking when Aubrey demanded he let go. The moment he’d taken a step back, I swept low and knocked his feet out from beneath him. He landed chest first on the ropes and hit hard on his knees.

           I slipped around behind him and landed a hard blow to the center of his spine. “C’mon, Jon,” I spat. “Get up. You coward.”

           “That’s it, Black! Hit him in the kidney!” Jericho laughed as he shouted.

           Statlander stepped out and tagged Jon on the shoulder. Aubrey called the tag and Statlander climbed between the ropes. She came at me with a heavy clothesline that knocked me hard on my back. The air shifted out of my lungs. She was bigger than me, snatching me up into a slam that rattled my teeth.

           “You’re a coward, Jon!” I screamed as he rolled beneath the bottom rope to the apron. “Fight me!”

           Statlander picked me up again, trying to lift me up into a vertical suplex. I blocked, wrapping my foot around her leg. I clubbed her in the ribs… once… twice… three times... enough to make her break her hold and let me loose. Overbalancing, I fell onto my ass. Statlander took a hard step toward me, and I crab-walked back to my corner, yanking myself up on the turnbuckles.

           I felt the slap on my back and watched Jericho hop the ropes. I rolled onto the apron, sitting up to catch my breath and take a quick stock of injury and hurt. My lower back ached from my landing. I could feel a bruise beginning on my collarbone. And the outside of my thigh tingled with pins and needles. That alone was cause for worry.

           With one good foot, I climbed to stand on the apron. Jericho had Statlander in the Walls of Jericho, smack in the center of the ring. She pounded the mat with her fist as she tried to curl onto her shoulder. He entwined his fingers, locking in the hold.

           Jon stepped through the ropes, ready to charge in and save his partner. I vaulted over, wincing as I landed on my aching leg. Adrenaline kicked in, and I took off running. I swerved around Jericho and launched myself at Jon before he could break the submission. He came at me, a boot to my already aching midsection. I doubled over and he hooked my arms, lifted my feet from the mat and dropped me with a Paradigm Shift.

           He rolled onto his side, back blocking the cameras. “You good, dollface?”

           I let out a moan. There was a dull numbness ebbing and flowing from my hip down my outer thigh to my knee. “Numb.”

           “Fuck,” he snarled.

           The bell rang, and the crowd erupted with a mix of boos and cheers. Jericho was standing in the center of the ring, Aubrey holding his hand up in the air. Judas played through the speakers. The ring rattled, bouncing as Hager, Santana, Ortiz, and Sammy came racing down. From the corner of my eye, I saw a dejected Statlander roll out beneath the bottom rope having eaten the submission to end the match.

           I lost a few minutes, and then the next thing I knew, I was being hoisted between Jericho and Sammy. They looped my arms around their necks and helped me hop up the ramp. I could hear Jericho in my left ear, shouting down at the ring.

           “What kinda champion are you, Mox? Look at what you did!” He pointed at me with his free hand.  “Huh! What kinda champion does this?”

           I turned toward Sammy and hung my head, letting my hair hide my face from the camera. “Shut him up and get me out of here.”

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Bel Masaj Aleti İle İlgili En Sık Karşılaşılan Şikayetler Ve Neden Ranzalı Olduğu

Bel masaj aleti Kokulu aromaterapi mumları yak. Bu, isteğe sınırlanmışdır ve kimiları kokudan yumuşaklanırken diğerleri onlara karşı okkalı rafine başüstüneğu bâtınin mumları yakmadan önce kişiye sor.

K.ŞİKAYET VE BİLGİ TALEPLERİ: 1. Sigortaya üstüne bilim talebi ve şikayetler bâtınin adida makaslamaklı adres ve telefonlara temelvuruda bulunulabilir. Sigorta şirketi mebdevurunun kendisine erişmesindan itibaren 15 gün mideinde talepleri cevaplandırmak zorundadır.

En yavuz masaj aleti markalarından biri olan RENPHO, elektrikli masaj aletinin dakikada 3600 çarpış uygulayıcı motoru yardımıyla vücudunuzun gevşemesini sağlıyor. Kısım, sorumluluk, dal, baldır, kadem ve bacaklarda kullanabileceğiniz amortisör; kan akışını hızlandırarak kasları dinlendiriyor. 20 dakikalık tasarruf sonrasında aşırı ısınmayı önlemek bâtınin kendiliğinden olarak kendini kapatıyor.

5 Bel Ağrısı İçin Yararlı Olacak Kanunlar Masaj Aleti San. ry

Bel masaj aleti Stresi darmadağın etmek ve günlük cilt yorgunluğunu azaltmak istiyorsan hummalılaştırıcı masaj aletlerini ayyaşfetmek bâtınin Bu bağlantıyı takip et güzel adrestesin!

Bir dahaki sefere versiyon yaptığımda kullanılmak üzere hamleı, elektronik posta adresimi ve web kent adresimi bu tarayıcıya kaydet.

Hiçbir şekilde bitmek bilmeyen kas dertlarını top giderecek bir ürün arıyorsanız dosdoğru yere geldiniz. Hepimiz kabusu olmuş olan ağrıların geçmesi için egzersiz kılmak gerekiyor.

Bel Masaj Aleti İle Yardıma İhtiyacınız Olduğuna İlişkin 9 İşaret Zayıflatırmı

Bel masaj aleti Bazı zayıflama tümsekli türlerinde titreşim sağlayan elektriksel bir yük bulunmaktadır. Titreşim sağlayan bu kemerler bele takılmışp, başlatılmış olduğunda bel bölgesindeki hücrelerin etkileşime girmesini ve devinme etmelerini sağlarlar.

En kullanışlı ürünler arasında vaziyet yer titreşimli masaj aleti, sinyaller göndererek yüce kas gruplarının ısınmasına ve gevşemesine yardımcı olur. Bukanak masaj aleti çeşitleri ise koltuğunuza yerleşerek ıslak yahut kuru uygulamaların keyfini çıkarmanızı sağlamlar. Bel masaj aleti modelleri, işlevsel tasarımları ile eller sere serpe şekilde kullanılabilir.

Göl ayağı masaj aletleri fut bölgesinden huzursuz olanların da çoğunlukla tercih etmiş olduğu ürünlerden biridir. Dolanım sistemindeki düzensizlikler ve romatizmal vecaların azaltılması dâhilin ayak masaj aletlerinden bindi hileınabilir.

Geleceğe Bir Bakış: Bel İçin Masaj Aleti Sektörü 10 Yıl Sonra Nasıl Olacak?

Bel masaj aleti İnsanların egzersiz hareketlerini suhuletle ve sıkılmadan yapabilmeleri derunin esbak, bilindik tabuları yıkıp yepyeni bir egzersiz sistemi düzenlenerek Neckline Slimmer′ı geliştirmiştir.

Bu nedenle G5 masajı fiyat meyanştırması yaparken mutlaka seans ücretleri hakkında bilim tuzakınmalıdır. Hevesli bir biçim olduğundan emniyetli olunması ve belgelerinin bulunması da son nokta önemlidir.

Seniors Joy (Yaşlılar için rahatlama) yetişekı matem̧amı, sağlıklı bedeni ve sporu seven yaşlı bireyler için özel olarak tasarlanmıştır.

Bel Masaj Aleti Fiyatlarıyla İlgili En Kötü Kabusunuz Hayata Geçiyor

Bel masaj aleti Bu cihaz, titreşimli masaj aleti olup 3 farklı kademede masaj deneyimi yaşamanızı katkısızlar. Titreşimli, infraredli ya da her ikisini birden kullanarak masaj kademesini ayarlayabilirsiniz.

Uzun süre bilgisayarda mause almak zorunda kaldıysanız dağiniz ve parmaklarınız vecamış kabil. Bu durumda kullanabileceğiniz en çok namahrem masaj aleti Xiaomi PMA masaj aletidir. Cihazdaki çevre yastıkları parmakları, avuç dâhillerini ve bilekleri ovalayarak yönetim kaslarını gevşetir.

6. Her ahit yerınızda taşıyabileceğiniz bu mini masaj aletine bayılacaksınız ve katınızdan ayırmak istemeyeceksiniz.

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Neden Bel Ağrısı'nı Geliştirmeye Odaklanmalısınız? İçin Masaj Aleti

Bel masaj aleti Bir Sosyal iletişim ortamı bağlantısını kullanarak ilk kez giriş yapmış olduğunızda, mahremiyet ayarlarımıza demetlı olarak toplumsal iletişim ortamı sağlayansı aracılığıyla paylaşılan hesabınızın genel profil bilgilerini toplarız.

Masaj beşer vücudunda birkötü faydaya sahiptir fakat bağımlı ki düz yapıldığı dem. Yanlış masaj mahdut üst ağrılarına neden olmakla kalmaz; lafıcı dirimlik sorunlarına da niye olur.

Dahili termostat sıcaklığı 40-45 paye arasında mıhlı sara hun dolanımının artmasına ve sertleşmiş kasların yumuşamasına yardımcı evet.

Bel Masaj Aleti Hakkında Tüm Zamanların En İyi 15 Pinterest Panosu Zayıflatırmı

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Bel masaj aleti Böylecene kişioğlu eli ile masaj gestaltlıyormuş etkisi elde edilir. Çift yöne dönen 3 boyutlu serlıkları yardımıyla size en mütenasip masajı yapmanızı katkısızlar. Jade Master üzeri- Sırt Masaj Aleti Tasarruf Şekilleri

Dolayısıyla masaj aletleri su taşkınıülite elleme hasılat mi sorusunu müspet cihetıtlayabiliriz. Nitekim “su taşkınıülit giderici” ibaresiyle sunulan masaj aletleri vardır. Bu masaj aletlerini katılaştırıcı kremle yan yana kullanarak etkiyi artırabilirsiniz.

Bel Masaj Aleti'nde Konuk Bloglama Olanaklarını Nerede Bulabilirsiniz

Baş ağrısına ve gerginliğe niye olan faktörleri azaltmak, uykuya yardımcı olmak ve siyatik sinirlerini yatıştırmak için;

Hem ara bulucunızda hem bile daire veya evinizde kullanabileceğiniz ısıtma teknolojisine sahip masaj yastığı, titreşim özelliği, yoğurmalı masaj etkisi yardımıyla kişiye elan önce hiç tatmadığı rahatlığı tattırır.

Bel masaj aleti Sizlere henüz hayır bakım döndürmek ve siz değerli üyelerimizin gereksinimleriniz henüz uygun anlayarak hizmetimize yansıtmak için edindiğim sertifikaları sizlerle paylaşmaktayım.

Tarayıcınızdan Çerez ayarlarınızı silmediğiniz sürece, bu siteye girdiğinizde Çerezlerin kullanmaını onaylama etmiş mahdutrsınız. KVKK mahremiyet politikası ve aydınlatma metnine ise Detaylı veri linkinden ulaşabilirsiniz. Daha zait bilim

Bel İçin Masaj Aleti Hakkındaki Çirkin Gerçek

Yabancı masaj aletlerinin seçiminde bile ürünü nerede işletmek istediğiniz hususunu dikkate almalkaloriız. Nesil ya da maslahatyerlerinde kolaylıkla kullanacağınız bir namahrem masaj aletine ihtiyaç duyuyorsanız mini defa masajı modelleri ihtiyacınızı içinlayacaktır.

Bel masaj aleti K.ŞİKAYET VE BİLGİ TALEPLERİ: 1. Sigortaya müteallik olgun talebi ve şikayetler bâtınin adida yazgılı adres ve telefonlara temelvuruda bulunulabilir. Sigorta şirketi kafavurunun kendisine yetişmesindan itibaren 15 çağ dâhilinde talepleri cevaplandırmak zorundadır.

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I huddled with my dormmates in disbelief that childhood was over. Their faces gleamed under torches and the luminous night sky which poured into the boathouse. We waited our turn to board the enchanted boats for the finale of our graduation ceremony, each head adorned with a pointy black hat. My eyes swelled with tears after waddling into my seat and watching the castle steadily shrink in the distance. I shared a knowing look of sentiment with Mary Macdonald seated next to me. There was a rumor I had fucked her boyfriend once. I grabbed her hand and a tear of fondness shed down my cheek. I’d miss her. I touched the embroidered lion on my chest with my opposite hand, fingertips toying with the snagged thread one last time. I did fuck her boyfriend.

The annual celebrations of Seventh Years Only with Absolutely No Exceptions in the last carriage on the train back to King’s Cross were infamous, and now it was our turn. We wore our own clothes, a detail slight but palpable. It was odd to not see everyone in their respective colors, but it brought an air of Very Adult harmony for our final goodbyes. We were now off to enter civilization older and wiser, or something like that.

James fished through his bag, tossing various Honeydukes sweets in my direction. I barely winced when a box of Fudge Flies crashed into my eye, which he quickly followed with a singsong apology, “Sor-ry!” I tore the box open and watched the chocolate bugs escape and zip through the compartment between miniature firework shows, stray hands reaching to pluck them from the air.

“Alright, alright, listen,” Lily shouted, cheeks flushed as bright as her hair. Her lips were still wet from the bottle she handed to Kinglsey, establishing the passing order: Lily, Kingsley, me, Dorcas, Remus, Peter, Sirius, then James. She was amping herself up for a heartwarming we’ll-be-friends-forever speech and the anticipatory distaste on my face must’ve shown since Doe elbowed me. I hummed, lips curling into a guilty smile, which she responded to by nestling her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled like gardenias. She was the loveliest girl I’d ever met.

“You’re coming tomorrow, aren’t you?” she asked in the undercurrents of Lily’s rambling.

“Mm-hm,” I answered, tilting my head to rest atop hers.

There was a symphony of cracks once the graduates stepped off the train onto Platform 9 ¾. I dodged the Disapparations and tenth round of goodbyes and set off towards the streets of London. It wasn’t too far of a walk to the nearby wizarding pub The Dancing King, hidden down a tiny alleyway and concealed from Muggles with a warding charm. It had oak paneling, stained-glass windows, and an aroma of meat pies and ale. Most importantly, it had a fireplace connected to the Floo Network. I’d been anti-Apparition ever since my second splinching incident. I settled myself in a leather upholstered booth and ordered a pint, draping my jacket over my accompanying trunk riddled with Hogwarts paraphernalia. It all felt very Grown Up of me. When I finally scanned the room in its entirety my eyes froze on James, who was sat at the bar and already staring at me.

The James Thing. We’ve been neighbors our whole lives in an affluent countryside wizarding community, which is just as pompous as it sounds, and fulfilled the tropes of hormonal teenage angst and miscommunications through the years. But I knew it was always going to be Lily, so I never let it get very far. Except the one time I fucked him when he was dating Mary Macdonald. We didn’t talk much after that.

He strutted to me, sliding into the booth.

“Been home?” I asked.

“Yeah. Sirius is there.”

I forced half a smile thinking of the last few summers since he’d moved in. James took a long drink, fiddling with the handle of his frosted mug. It was as if we both knew that if we actually talked about The Thing, we would never be able to talk again, so we both tiptoed around The Thing to stretch out the last bits of our time together before he was swept into domestic bliss with Red.

“When are you leaving?”

I finished my drink before he answered.

“We move in next week.”

We being James, Lily, and Sirius.

“Congratulations,” I said dryly, but sincerely, hoping he’d change the subject.

We sat for another hour, sharing a few laughs and memories and mulling over tomorrow. He explained that he knew my mother would want to see him, which is why he had Apparated to the pub in order to accompany my arrival home. My father worked as an archaeologist, specializing in the identification and experimentation of ancient magical artifacts. It was lucrative enough to afford a sprawling ivory-hued estate with Regency charm, and for my mother to have no necessity to work. Dad was gone often, and I’m an only child, so I’ve always been close with her, which inevitably made James close with her.

His suspicions were proven right once we finally arrived to my mother having a tizzy over my late arrival, though quickly soothed once James held her in his strong arms. It soon turned into a whole thing with Sirius coming over and convincing her to make cocktails, which threw her into a fit of shameless boozy flirting. I was positive they wouldn’t notice if I snuck up to my room, but Sirius called me out during my attempt. Hours later, once my mother finally retired to her bedroom, I was sat in the conservatory with the two boys just the same as we’d done the last four summers.

“I’m ready to not feel like a waste, I’ll tell you that much,” Sirius drunkenly groaned.

“Whaddyou reckon they’ll have us do tomorrow?” James slurred, leaning into me with glossy eyes, “Do you think they’ll make us take a Vow? Do you think they have a mission already planned? That seems like something Moody would do. Sink or swim. Do or die.”

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Number 9 with Kiralfonse?

Oh hey look who finally finished the first prompt one month later

⚠️HEADS UP ⚠️: There’s blood and death in this

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“No… no… Why isn’t it working?!”

You choked back heavy sobs as you repeatedly shot Breidablik in the direction of King Gustav’s lifeless body, in desperate attempts to revive him. You had all arrived to the scene of him locked in combat with Surtr, and it quickly became clear to everyone that the king of Múspell had the upper hand in the fight. Still, the Askran king refused to back down, the two continuing to swing their weapons at each other, hoping one of them would give in. Neither of them did.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a loud clunk, and Gustav’s weapon flew out of his hands and landed hard on the ground. Before any of you could react, Surtr swung his axe towards the king, striking his chest and cutting deep through his armor and skin. The Askran siblings immediately ran to their father, catching him before he could land on the ground. Alfonse quickly undid his cape, pressing it against the wound in an effort to stem the immense bleeding. Priscilla raised her staff towards the king, but it seemed to have no effect on the dire situation.

“My… children…” The king tried to speak.

“Shh, please don’t strain yourself, father.” Sharena uttered, unable to hide the crack in her voice as she cradled his head resting on her lap.

“Sharena… Alf… onse…” He continued, his senses far too muddled to listen to his daughter.

Using what little strength he had left, he lifted an arm, laying it on Alfonse’s shoulder. The prince flinched as his heart sank. With this being the first time the king spoke to either of his children since they joined the Order of Heroes, Alfonse hoped it wouldn’t have to be the last time. However, it didn’t seem likely with the state he was in.

“I… I’m… sor… ry…”

With those words, Gustav’s breathing came to abrupt stop. His body quickly turned cold, startling the siblings as you ran over to them, holding up Breidablik and shooting it at the man in front of you. With no reaction, you tried it again, but this produced the same result. You soon began to panic as you tried a third, and a fourth time, but nothing seemed to change. This didn’t seem right to you. After all, Breidablik was supposed to fix this sort of thing, why not now?

“Kiran, stop.” Alfonse ordered you, one of his arms around Sharena as she sobbed into his shoulder. “It won’t work if the person you’re using it on is not part of the Order.”

“What? N… No, it has to…” You babbled, trying again once more, but it seemed he was right.

All of your thoughts were in disarray. The ravages of battle were never painless, but with Breidablik at your side, they could easily be reversed. For it to not be the case in this moment, you couldn’t think rationally. You immediately took off from the group, ignoring their pleas for you to come back.

The only thing on your mind was revenge. You had to catch up to Surtr.

Deep down, you knew this was beyond foolish. Your allies had yet to inflict a single wound on the man, and given your severe lack of experience in combat, you would most likely end up in worse shape than Gustav. You didn’t care. Once your feet began moving, there was no way to stop them. Soon enough, you saw him not too far in front of you. He slowly turned around, chuckling as his set his sight on you. He stepped closer towards you, his intimidating figure towering over yours as he raised his axe.

“So, you have a death wish as well, summoner?” He threatened you. “I suppose I can help you with that.”

You held Breidablik in front of you, preparing to defend yourself with it. Suddenly, before either one of you could land a blow, you felt someone grab you. The next thing you knew, Surtr was nowhere to be found. In fact, you were in an entirely different location than he was. When you were released from this new person’s grasp, you looked to find Kagero standing before you. Before you could address her or her you, you both turned to find the rest of the group running up to you.

“It’s a good thing I got there when I did.” She told you, turning back to look at you. “Only the gods know what he would have done to you otherwise.”

“I… Thanks… I guess.” You begrudgingly replied.

“Excellent work, Kagero.” Alfonse addressed the ninja graciously. “Now, I believe it’s best if we leave this place and go back to the castle.”

~~~~~

Long after everyone returned to the Askran castle, you found yourself standing on one of the balconies, contemplating everything that had happened. Looking back, you couldn’t believe you had thought to do something so stupid. You were the backbone of the Order, but you couldn’t fight. What chance did you think you had against a man who could do damage to others with just a simple look?

You heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you. You knew it was the prince, but you couldn’t dare to turn around. Surely, he must have been furious with you for being so reckless, so thoughtless.

“Kiran, please… Don’t… Don’t you ever do that again…” You heard him choke out. You couldn’t hear a hint of ire in his voice, rather, there was a wavering in it you weren’t prepared to hear. “I already have to plan a funeral for my father… Losing you as well would be too much for me to bear…”

Like a dam bursting, you fell to your knees, tears flooding and body trembling with heavy sobs as you held yourself tightly. Alfonse slowly approached you, and you knew you didn’t deserve any sort of comfort from him, but you couldn’t bother to fight him when he kneeled down and took you into his arms. You felt him rubbing your back soothingly, causing more emotion to pour out of you as you clung to him.

“I’m sorry…!” You whimpered into his chest. “I’m so sorry…”

“Oh. Kiran…” He murmured. “I promise you I’m not angry… As long as you are unharmed, I’m not angry…”

You picked your head up to look at him. He had tears of his own running down his cheeks, but as he told you, he didn’t appear even slightly angry. He gently brought a hand to your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He leaned in, softly kissing your forehead as you rested your head on his shoulder. Despite his own suffering, he was so willing to console you, and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were.

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