#the guy is built for manual labor

[avenin7]

Revali cuddling Link in the same hammock? I feel most would expect Link to be cuddling the Rito, with all his feathers and all, but I can't help but imagine in this situation Revali would actually be the one to use Link as a body pillow.

Listen, Revali is an affectionate motherfucker. and if you're ever actually pet a real bird, they're feathers are, yes indeed soft, but not like fur at all. You can feel all the shafts of each feather and it's WEIRD. Link makes a shitty pillow most of the time because of his boney arms and knees but makes up for it with soft pillowy belly and head scritches

{also they quickly realized that Link may actually crush Revali's bones if lays on top of him so Revali has to be the human(rito) blanket. He is upset about it}

[chubbychiquita]

finally moved into the place the firefighters will have to tear down the wall to remove me from 🥹

[johnbrand]

Do You Want to Pump, Bro?

It was a simple question, one that should have been sufficed by a simple “yes” or “no” response. And yet Dylan had no idea how to respond. He had just been opening up Snapchat for the simple maneuvers: run through all the pictures, spam his responses back. The habit took a max of 30 seconds and then he was done for the day, but when he landed on his friend’s snap, prompting the question at hand, Dylan had no response.

It was strange how captivating the picture was. It was still displayed on Dylan’s phone, the picture of his friend all jocked up. Dylan could have sworn his friend had been a gay little nerd just like himself, nothing but a runt that the rest of their colleagues could pick on. But the boy, no, man Snapchat had presented him with was certainly his friend. The brutally masculine, dominating alpha Dylan had known all his life. There was no filter, no added touches, Dylan’s friend was simply the epitome of young manhood. Tanned, muscular, and rightfully superior.

This left Dylan to begin considering what his friend had meant by the question. Maybe his friend was referring to working out, using “pump” in the sense of stretching and exercising one’s muscles. But what did Dylan have to pump? With his scrawny features he was certainly better fit for intellectual over manual labor. His hands were meant to be glued to the keyboard, their features perfect for typing.

Well, not perfect. Dylan’s hands could be a bit clumsy. Being that they were so big, so meaty, his sausage fingers often had a hard time hitting the right keys. It did not help that his arms would often get in the way, so bulky that they would rub up against anything they touched. His sides, other people, Dylan even struggled to get through older doorways. Veiny forearms leading into bulging biceps and triceps, which only expanded his shoulders to accommodate. Dylan was just a wider guy.

And it was not only the fault of Dylan’s arms, to be clear. His torso too was quite the menace. That previously mentioned wide set of shoulders stretched out Dylan’s entire upper chest, structuring a powerful collarbone to perfectly align two plump pectorals. Yes, those were perfect. So firm and pronounced that they sometimes obstructed Dylan’s view if he looked down, which being 6��6 was a considerably long distance. “Perfect” was often also used to describe Dylan’s abdominals, the eight cobblestones stacked sharply beside each other as if they were metal batteries fueling his core.

So what was his friend referring to? Something about the question was catching Dylan’s eye. The swirls within the letters of the font were soothing, absorbing. Maybe his legs? Although Dylan had to admit they were already pretty jacked. Yeah, his quads were carved, his muscles expertly sharp and prominent and never covered by any shorts longer than five inches. Leading past his knees into diamond-shaped calves, admired by other gym-goers constantly. Not only was he tall, but Dylan was built. He had worked hard since high school to prevent his massive legs from becoming stick-like. 

Sure, sometimes he had prioritized getting in a sick workout over anything else, like spending time with the bros or in class, but it had worked out in the end. Without that extra effort, Dylan would not have been able to brag about his entire figure. From the giant-sized feet to the perfect lantern jaw. There it was again, that word, perfect. Dylan smirked to himself as he mentally listed other things about him that were perfect. His perfectly musky pits, his perfectly sultry baritone. People loved Dylan’s perfectly sculpted locks, and his perfectly sculpted buttocks. And the lucky ones got to love his perfect giant balls and cock.

Dylan felt his mighty python grow hard at that idea. Yeah, maybe that was what his bro was referring to. Maybe his bro wanted to pump his cock. But with that thought, Dylan’s boner faltered. No, his bro wanted to find some chicks to pump their cocks. Nothing gay or anything, just two bros getting laid together. Dylan’s cocky sneer grew wider as he began to palm himself. Yeah, his babymaker could use some attention. But, to be fair, it could always use some attention. Especially from some busty, airheaded bimbos.

Finally closing the picture from his bro, Dylan adjusted himself and casually flexed before snapping his reply shot. His massive fingers typed out the question on their own, filling out the preordered prompt before pressing the send button. Dylan did not realize though that instead of just replying to his bro, he had sent it to all his Snapchat contacts. But he did not care, he had better things to worry about. Like pumping his muscles, and getting some babes to pump his cock.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Do you have any friendship headcannons for Senku and a 21st century de-lithified reader?

(Some plot points if it's not too specific and within your wheelhouse: Loves the hard sciences to the point of once heading a science club. More versed in the theory than in application though. Could be described as the token extravert and psychology geek.)

Hello!

I sure do! As an engineer, i sure do have some HC!

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is of your liking, please let me know what you think!

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You were de-petrified, thanks to the Minami - she remember you made the headlines for a perfect score on a mock test to a renowned university.

Senku needed some help with the math and to guide everyone to build stuff, so, it was reassuring for him to have you around.

And thus, you came around to the science team!

Senku tested your knowledge right away. Of course, you knew what he was talking about when he mentioned the theory behind the GPS but...

Would it really work? Calculating and building are two very different things.

You knew it wasn't going to be a modern GPS but still....

You were a little scared of your teammates reaction - you knew all the theory, physics, chemistry, all of it, but you never actually built something.

To your surprise, no one really cared about your lack of experience. Senku said " And? that's why we have the building team and the gorilla team. If it goes wrong, we just have to adjust."

This kind of reassured you. Knowing that Kaseki was a very good craftsman with a decent knowledge of " this will not work" in the practical side of the story, it put your anxious heart at ease.

Senku also mentions that he, himself, did a lot of trials and error. So no need to worry about it!

As time went on you gained confidence on your theoretical knowledge and helped Senku in tons of projects.

You helped him calculate, consider variants, external implications and test out theories.

He also taught you a lot, about what works according to theory and what doesn't - which pretty much nothing works according to theory, that, you came to learn.

He absolutely loved having you around, you made his life so much easier.

He also enjoyed talking to you about the modern world. You knew about things that were impossible to build right now in the stone world and actually understood their purpose.

A HPLC? you knew what it was for and how important it s.

He loved it. He could lament about these equipments with you.

The thing he loved the most, was that you always had something to consider when you guys built something new. A possibility he overlooked, a procedure he forgot about, a math mistake. Anything!

Senku also enjoyed to see you grow. Getting out of your shell and doing experiments, here and there.

Chrome admired you tons too !! you knew so much!!

Kaseki also taught a few things about craftsmanship. Year of experience are golden knowledge!

If you thought you would tag a long with Senku all the time, you are wrong.

He trusted you, so when it was needed to divide the science team or needed someone with modern knowledge, you bet he placed you there.

He often said it makes things easier and quicker.

And when you met again, he expected some kind of report from you? Did things go well? He also gave you insights on his end.

Gen lowkey preferred to be tagged with you because you were kinder with the manual labor. Sometimes they had to redo things because of your lack of experience, but, He rather you anyway.

Kohaku didn't mind at all if you made mistakes while experimenting. She actually encouraged you tons!

Chrome was always learning with you, since you had to do all those experiment from scratch he took a sit next to you to learn.

Senku kinda supervised your work.

All in all, being friends with Senku while having great knowledge in science is fun.

You guys chat a lot about the modern world technology and what you wish you had.

You also had long and confusing discussion ( in the eyes of some) about theories.

Sometimes you went on a tangent, making the project a bit late, going deep into the night.

That's when Gen shined, telling you both to go to sleep.

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Thank you for reading!

[until-another-one-comes]

My body headcanons for some of the boys:

Steven: slim but strong and muscular. He obviously has that military style training. Running 100 laps around the base, push ups, sit ups, swimming in an Olympic sized pool, weight training, anything to build up muscle and stamina. He can pack a punch and can wrestle a bear.

Izaack: absolute beefcake. More than Steven. He naturally has a big build but he works out regularly, mainly to keep his handsome image as a reporter. He’s very top heavy and has big strong arms that can carry two people and give the best hugs.

Angus: really slender. Not muscular at all. Doesn’t work out much but he’s the type to go out a lot. Nothing much to say here but he’s kind of a twink. Fans are saying Francis is a twink but I think the real twink is Angus here. Speaking of-

Francis: he’s mid sized to me. I know a lot of fanart depict him as some muscular anime guy but not to me. He’s not the slimmest but he’s not fat either. He used to have a slimmer frame when he was younger but you know how your metabolism slows down when you age, combined with a couple of poor lifestyle choices like not getting enough sleep and midnight snacking? Yeah. But he has broad shoulders, chest and strong arms due to carrying milk carts. Not the strongest but strong enough for manual labour

ANON YOU UNDERSTAND THIS IS 100% HOW I SEE THEM

YESSS Steven is def a muscle dude. Probably has a punching bag in his house and goes on runs early in the morning (if thats allowed, but still).

Yeah out of all the four guys Izaack is definitely the strongest purely strength wise. Clark Kent type of build. Oh my God he is literally Clark Kent.

'He can carry two people and gives the best hugs' that is so fucking cute I love that.

YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON I SEE WHO AGREES ANGUS IS A *TWINK*. I see most people saying its Francis but HELLO WHAT ABOUT THIS REGINALD COPPERBOTTOM LOOKING GUY?? Mfer has NO muscles. Built like a stick. I think its cuz people see him as a mob boss/mafia guy which is understandable but while I do think he's skilled with a gun and whatnot that still don't mean he's not a twink! (Despite this he does struck me as the type to have a ton of energy so there's that)

Finally, Francis. You are so right anon- he's not a twink and he's not a muscle guy either (no hate to anyone who draws him with muscle, I'm not exactly against that *coughs*). But yeah he's definitely average and in between in terms of build. Calling him a twink isn't right cuz his job still involves SOME manual labor. I also hc he had a bunch of odd jobs before being a milkman so theres that.

Oh wait this is a nice time for me to share a silly little headcanon. One time Angus saw Francis walking carrying a bunch of milk crates and offered to help him carry one. Francis handed him one and Angus immediately toppled over from the weight. After that he immediately just ran back to his apartment and too embarassed to look at Francis in the eyes for a week.

On a cuter note, Steven usually helps Francis with carrying them.

GASP

STEVEN AND IZAACK GYM BUDDIES

[churino]

Design for Thundercracker

He was built for manual labor but yearns for more

Thundercracker was built by an unknown creator, the only given credit being to that same delivery company that lugnut and clobber worked for, and even before he was a seeker he already looked like other people, his frame mass produced to move heavy crates and nothing more, he's often overlooked and likes to take risks in his efforts to become relevant and noteworthy

Ironically, when he tries to stand out, it often makes him fade more into the background, and that frustrates him to no end. As such, he's prone to relating to the little guys and outcasts more than his fellow decepticons as he's relatively young

Later, Thundercracker was a crew member aboard lugnut's ship when starscream and skywarp were hired. These two awed cracker to such a level that he knew they were gonna be his ticket to fame and fortune. He struck a friendship with them and eventually changed into a seeker body to fit in

He sees decepticonism as just his current day job. Essentially, when he fights the autobots, he's quite playful. He knows he's at a massive advantage over any individual bot from the sheer size of a seeker, so he just loves teasing them and being a bit of a spectacle

The other decepticons often try to beat these "moralistic" urges out of him. skywarp tries to get him to bury the thoughts of defection while nurturing his morals while starscream tries to make both of them more underhanded. Eventually, the trio part ways as things escalate

[searchingsomewhere]

The Night Shift, part 1

The Gojo Funeral Home morgue assistant, June, finally has some entertainment when Choso Kamo gets hired on to work the night shift as a groundskeeper.

{Cemetery AU, Choso x OC, eventually smutty, Minors do not interact.}

"Who's the hot goth guy? With the tattoo on his nose?"

Shoko snorted and looked up from her clipboard. Her assistant, June, was standing on her tippy toes to look outside the window. It was early summer, and the funeral home was less busy than normal. Slow periods meant watching the window, and that day there was plenty of eye candy to keep her occupied. June had been working at the funeral home and it's joined cemetery for two years and they'd never had another worker. For so long it had just been the director, her, and the groundskeeper. Shoko tucked her brown hair behind her ear and added some notes to her paperwork.

"Some kid Toji hired to help out," Shoko said, before adding, "Behave yourself, June."

The ashen blonde woman stuck her tongue out over her shoulder.

"What's his name?" June asked.

"Not a clue."

The hot goth guy in question was tall and reasonably built, or seemed to be. He wore baggy black clothes and his dark hair in short, spiky pigtails. He stood outside with the absolute tree of a man they called their groundskeeper, Toji. The older man was tall and muscular, arms thick and corded with muscle from years of manual labor. June licked her pink lips, watching the goth guy scratch the back of his head sheepishly. Toji was probably giving him the tour.

"Alright, let's focus here," Shoko said, smacking her with the clipboard.

June took the clipboard, rolling her eyes.

The double doors to the funeral home opened. In walked Toji, tight t-shirt stretching across his broad chest. The goth guy followed behind, hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked like a loser in the most attractive way, droopy eyes exhausted with dark circles from what seemed like eons of wakefulness. A single black stripe stretched across his nose, matching the studs above his eyebrow and the lip rings kissing the corner of his mouth.

"This is the funeral home," Toji was saying, "Shoko's the Funeral Director, so she's your boss after me. Listen to her."

Shoko shook his hand casually, exchanging pleasantries. He had a deep, gravelly voice that sent shivers up June's spine.

"D'ya spray paint your shirt on, Toji?" June asked, leaning against the desk. She tucked the clipboard under her arm, crossing her legs.

"This is Junebug," Toji said, jutting his thumb to her, "the personality hire. Ladies, meet Choso Kamo. He's the new nightshift groundskeeper."

Choso's eyes wandered her body, from the nude heels on her feet, following the line of her long legs, the hands on her hips, dark gaze flickering quickly up from her chest to her face. June fought the urge to bite her lip, heat rushing to her gut under his scrutiny. Thank god I wore this skirt today.

"Friends call me Junebug," she said, "Call me June. I'm Shoko's assistant."

"Toji, while you're here, could you help me with one of the furnaces?" Shoko asked, already opening the door to the morgue. "It won't heat properly."

Toji grumbled something under his breath about not being the maintenance man, but he followed her anyway, giving Choso a quick 'scuse me'. Leaving the two of them in the lobby to entertain themselves. June leaned further against the desk, crossing her arms so her breasts were pushed up. She tilted her head, smiling at him.

"So, you're the new test dummy? My tools are getting awfully rusty."

It was more of a joke to scare him, to test his mettle, but she was met with a slow, lazy smirk.

"Only if you're the one testing on me, Miss," he said.

"I promise I'm very gentle," she said, her confidence wavering under his half lidded stare.

"I'm not."

The unspoken promise of that statement sent electricity up her spine. June bit her bottom lip, watching the way his eyes focused on her mouth. They were standing a few feet apart, and yet the air grew thicker between them.

"...Everything looks fine. I'll be back later to take a closer look," Toji said as he opened the door.

Goddammit, Toji. June cleared her throat, straightening her back. She scrambled to look at her clipboard, flush reddening her cheeks. Choso tore his gaze from her. With a promise of returning later, the two groundskeepers gave their regards and left to tour the rest of the cemetery.

June scrunched up her nose.

"I didn't know we had a faulty furnace," she said.

"We don't," Shoko said simply.

Part 2

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

So, I had to redo the Fossilcraft/Shrimpbowl colony since on Christmas I got the money to buy more Rimworld dlc than just Biotech, so, I’ve redrawn them! Also did it in pixel art because I’ve been practicing with that

Fossilcraft is the name of the community (since Scraps was the one who named the colony), Craft Corner is the faction name and Iwamurian Path (I didn’t come up with that name) is the name of the ideology (basically base Rimworld)

I didn’t include Hewie (who has been born) since he’s just a little guy right now so you just get the original colonists

I gave Shelly and Finn full first names because I thought it would be neat. I also based all of their designs off of their skins both because they’re different than their canon counterparts (obviously, randomization doenst exactly make them accurate) and just because I can. Also based off of what they look like in game (Hence why Shelly is blue and why Finn’s darker)

Anyway, Shelly got mauled by a Lynx. She ended up having to stay in the hospital that was originally set up for when Scraps had Hewie (because I didn’t want to go through Shelly cooking her own child again)…which also happened around the time that some visitors from another colony came, and then one got attacked by a raider, got an infected wound and then left after three days with his injuries still.

Scraps, as mentioned, had a kid! Hewie! This time he actually ended up being a boy…also I accidentally forgot to set Scraps Kitkind traits as inheritable so, Woops, Baseliner. Kind of fits I guess. At the very least I can say she’s doing her best.

Finn is just the one who does most of the manual labor while everyone is trying to get their shit together because he can’t fight. Also he has portals apparently but I haven’t really done much with those yet. Also he and Shrimpo got married!

Speaking of Shrimpo she (once again she’s a girl, because transfem Shrimpo <3) has had a very eventful time.

So it all started when the walk in fridge was being built. There was a Cougar nearby, and the colony started with a pet. A cat which had been in the same pod as Shrimpo, so I named him Brick. Then the cat was fucking eaten. So already Shrimpo’s cat died barely a week into the existence of the colony. Then a guy from a broken empire (forgot if that was the name) came by being chased by a man eating rat and offered a royal title if the colony protected him so I thought “why not”, and since half the colony was psychically Deaf/Dull I just went for the first one who wasn’t, which was Shrimpo. So she ended up being given a royal title. Then they came back to give her a psylink. So now she has psychic powers (flame based since she’s a pyromaniac…ironically enough). Then everyone started getting pissed about not having a Qaudi (kinda cleric?) so I decided to set Shrimpo as that because of her psychic abilities (also because she’s the best healer…which isn’t saying much but we take what we can get), she and Finn then got married after that. Oh also before all this (besides the cat dying, this happened after) she got beaten up by a raider and nearly kidnapped before Shelly beat the shit out of them and then she spent three days in a medical emergency, which was before the hospital was built.

Also Shelly and Scraps got together really quickly again! They aren’t fiancée’s yet but they are girlfriends.

[tenebrius-excellium]

Guys so I visited a medieval smithy the other day (ca. 1300s) and it reminded me a lot of Gobber's workshop... it was easy to imagine that I had just literally stepped into Berk's smithy with my own two feet... and to be honest, seeing this stuff in real life made the whole deal of Hiccup apprenticing in one of these infinitely funnier and Stoick's decision to put him there weirdly...understandable???

Let me elaborate: So you're in approx. 900 AD, you live on a tiny island under rough conditions, EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE WITHOUT A SINGLE EXCEPTION is a craftsman of some kind who has to work manually, and you've got a noodle of a son.

Also you're the Chief, no less than that. Let me tell you that this makes the whole thing just so much worse.

Looking at all those solid iron tools - mighty bellows operated by a beam larger than me, forging tongs that would have been half of Hiccup's size and exactly as heavy as this shot implies,

...swords with hilts longer than a cucumber and crude, brutal design, plus all the firewood that constantly needed to be chopped and carried around... even if Hiccup had turned out to be completely untalented at smithwork, that would have built him some muscles.

You don't understand. Hiccup having no muscles was a death sentence. The environment that he was surrounded by, which I was reminded of in that irl smithy, could - at that time! - only be overcome by hard manual labor, aided by the most basic mechanics. Even if he had become a breadmaker, that still would've built him some muscles. All the kneading, the weightlifting of flour and wood and water, the carrying, would have done the same job. Forget Snotlout bragging about working out in his parents' basement. EVERYONE on Berk was burly not because 'they were vikings' training for war or whatever for funsies every day, but because it literally was a requirement of everyday life to be able to carry something heavy from A to B, and be it only a single sack of grain.

So it's really funny to me how Stoick intentionally put this skinny rat of a son of his into the most merciless and dangerous job that probably existed on the island, just to put him to some use. Poor Hiccup. He's like a wet kitten under the command of a bloodhound. But at the same time, it makes so much sense?? Stoick didn't just put him into a job to gain some weight, he put him into a job that would teach him all about tools and weapons, how to defend himself and about the irreversible price of violence. I imagine a blacksmith would have to know how to use a sword to know what makes a good one, so Hiccup would've naturally learned swordfighting on the side. It was an important skill not just against dragons. We see the gang fight all kinds of human enemies in later years as well.

So what Stoick was basically doing was to prepare him for life. The need for abs back then is comparable to today's education about taxes and insurances. Hiccup needed some brawns to survive Berkian conditions, and not just for fighting dragons. Even though Hiccup had the brilliance to invent mechanical devices that could make life on the island easier, he didn't have electricity and he couldn't just press a button anytime he wanted the laundry done or needed some newly tanned leather. He had to work with his own two hands anyway. No dragon, once tamed, could assist the villagers in ways that an ox or buffalo hadn't done before. Despite his marvelous innovations, there's no changing that Hiccup would remain a craftsman and a warrior throughout his life.

So now there's the fact that Hiccup was a noodle. Having established that with Berk's living conditions in mind, you would basically have to avoid working any daily task ON PURPOSE to NOT develop muscles from early childhood, there are exactly two interpretations as to how Hiccup remained this scrawny for so long: a) he was disabled in some way that prevented him from doing chores, or b) he was spoiled and lazy beyond common sense.

Stoick spoiling someone is unthinkable, and Hiccup doesn't appear disabled. He could be struggling with anything from a muscle-degenerative disease to a fast metabolism to mental issues. But it's not implied in the movies. So how did Hiccup avoid manual labor And what kind of message did that send to the rest of the villagers???

Look, if they thought that he was lazy, or perhaps not quite right in the head, they were probably absolutely right. It would have been maniacal for the Chief to spoil his son to the point where he couldn't fend for himself and expected Berk to serve him and supply him with food. Stoick wanted his son to be Chief, so he would have to school him in some trade that enabled him for economics and warfare. As neither was the case though, it didn't put Stoick in a great light to have a son as Hiccup. How could this have happened - a noodle on Berk? It would have made both father and son the laughingstock.

The only reason that I can think of is neglect. Stoick may have been so grief-stricken about Valka's death that he went easy on Hiccup for a while, and then, when he got possessed by running dragon nest campaigns, he may have simply forgotten that he still had a child at home. And then, once Hiccup became old enough to get into trouble, Stoick may have remembered him because he got complaints from his villagers, and so he hurriedly stuck him with Gobber. Lol.

So that's how a skinny noodle rat with no survival skills whatsoever ended up in the weapon forge of Berk. Gobber has a point being sarcastic about it: "Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself - what could possibly go wrong?"

And wrong it goes. I love it. WHAT WERE THEY EXPECTING?? XD

[ariseastrae]

It should've just been a guy waking up in maybe the plains and having to survive in this new world he's unfamiliar with. He shouldn't ever speak and it shouldve been straining trying to live. The manual labor of woodcutting, killing, mining, building, farming and the constant possibility of starvation. But It shouldve also been a beautiful experience with so many wonders new and old to interact with. Looking at flower meadows with sheep and bees and cavernous caves full with glow berry lights and axolotls. Mountains reaching unimaginably heights, ravines so deep you can't see the bottom.

I would've loved to see a movie where there's no speaking but it's full of attempting to understand everything around you. The silent conversations between the protagonist's and villagers and piglins. The exploration of ancient ruins and seeing all the artifacts, weaponry, carved imagery, etc. Trying to learn about people long gone. Making art and weaponry just like them. Trying to understand and communicate and do more than just survive.

The ending would be simple. The protagonist returns from a rough fight, maybe defending from pillagers raids, or defeating the ender dragon. He looks at the home he has built, the world he has become a part of and that's become a part of him. He lies down in the plains he once woke up confused in and he watches the sunset and sighs peacefully.

[faerunsbest]

Tav Character Worksheet: Ma'na

(i wasn't sure if you wanted dwylla or the new tav ma'na so im using this to flesh out mana)

with Ma'na i haven't even built her up in bg3 i just built her like Dwylla. with whatever i was capable of doodling and what i know from playing and researching.

as far as tags uhh if you guys wanna play @dutifullylazybread @falcatamandarina @cinnasalmon @commander-krios

thank you elven-e-girl

Name: ma'na its a joke because mages need mana and i made her for rolan! haha i thought it was funny anywho

Age: shes early to late 30's but doesn't actually know how old she is as she doesn't count it or celebrate birthdays.

Gender:female, happily woman although she does not limit herself to 'fem' activities and the like

Sexuality:Bisexual. she find herself attracted to certain features (dark eyes//split tongue//ect) although you can be none of the things she finds attractive and still land her if you make her laugh and feel safe

Pronouns:she/her

Tav voice:n/a

Family:Ma'na is one of 23 children. they are drowe that work mines, there are so many of them for the same reason farmers used to have a million kids. its cheaper to raise em then hire em. She used to be a rather mid worker but was prominent for the sole reason of she

Birthplace: Somwhere between mintar and thornwood there is mine. that mine is where she was born and where she lived her life

Job(s): she has done very little as since she was born she as told her purpose. to work. manual labor, mining, building, digging, demolition and all that comes with helping keep her family up and running

Phobia(s): drowning/suffocating ,nothing terrifies her as much as not being able to just perform the basic task of breathing

Guilty Pleasures:in all honestly she feels guilty about wanting to be wanted for more than she can offer.

she feels guilty about feeling pleasure in her body and her form, things like touching cuddling, kissing fucking and masturbating makes her feel likes shes doing something wrong

Hobbies:singing. sculpting sewing

she sings in the mines and her voice echoes down cold stone keeping people awake, sending chills when you've forgotten shes there.

with all the clay she pulls up from the soil, she pressed her fingers deep appreciating the feel of around her fingers, pressing, pulling stretching and smoothing clay until it resembles someone or something

she loves fixing old clothes, stitching in little pictures to make broken old worn out things feel new and loved still

alignment chaotic good. overall she wants good happy things but people aren't always good and she sometime retaliate with excessive violence or some form of mischief

sins.previous to the nautiloid she didn't have a lot of opportunity to commit any notable sin. even so probably the most notable things shes done is sleep with Dammon when she was supposed to be working. she also kicked the absolute living shit out aradin far past a singular punch

virtues: she does her best to believe people are good and give them a few chances to be good which is why she wont let astarion ascend

This or That?that?

Introverted or extraverted? depends on the day, but mostly extroverted

Organized or disorganized?mostly organized but any more than is useful

Closed or open-minded? forever curious shes quite open minded

Calm, anxious, or restless? calm, theres very little that sirs anxiety in her. shes always very much 'ill either die or i wont'

Disagreeable or agreeable?usually very agreeable as she just wants to enjoy herself

Cautious or reckless? moderately cautious

Patient or impatient? very patient, she willing to wait for good things

Outspoken or reserved?depends on the topic, shes very reserved with gale as she like to let him yammer but with astarion and laezel she feels its incredibly important they know how she feels

Leader or follower? she never lead anything until the nautiloid, as long as she knows what needs to be done she can lead but prefers to just do her part and be done

Empathetic or apathetic?incredibly empathetic

Optimist, pessimist, or realist?somewhere between optimist and realist, as in do the best with what you've got but a person can not expect miracles

Traditional or modern? whatever is easiest and most efficient she has no qualms in either direction

Hardworking or lazy? she will as hard as is needed but no harder than is required

OTP: ma'na and rolan my loves

BROTP:astarion/ ma'na they talk a lot, about things they wish would or wouldn't have happened. when he offers to please her at the grove she catches him outright, stating she wont touch him unless that what he wants, actively wants. he's so thrown off guard they wind up sitting out there talking until its time to leave in the morning

NOTP:SHADOW HEART

they just do not mesh and shart doesn't join them on the mission despite being rescued on the ship

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Johnny’s Twin!Reader, Robby knows Daniel & Amanda are poly, Twin/Sibling Bickering, Johnny being a dick to his twin just because she cares.) ( Goes with these two posts Moodboard - Plotline )

Reader twitched as she sat on the wood porch of the small dojo. Her eyes flickered over the grassy yard in front of her. The place was beautiful with the lush grass and trees, even the small pond that seemed to be filled with koi fish was nice. Now she understood why Robby talked about it so much.

She doubted Johnny had anything to do with it seeing as his design skills were that of a child's. She had seen the inside of his apartment way too many times to know he sucked at decorating. He may be good at manual labor but not that great at executing it on his own. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Johnny doing anything actually artistically.

This place was definitely designed and laid out by someone else. She could only guess that it was that LaRusso guy Robby told her about. Reader only knew him from the car dealership ads on tv and the occasional billboard around town.

She knew little about him besides what Robby would mention during their regular hangouts. Sadly those meet-ups had been few as of recently. Robby taking the initiative to focus on school more and karate training. She didn't fault him for it, she was proud of him.

She sighed and looked down at her shoes for a moment but that was cut short when the sound of cars filled the air. The sound of engines cutting and car doors opening. Voices rang out as they moved closer to the outer gates of the building. She raised a brow as they grew closer.

“Johnny that makes no sense, why would they even care about you changing the schedule?”

“Thats what I said! They just started complaining about it this week. I did the same thing like last week for one of the meet ups we had, no one said anything about that one.”

The gate opened and Johnny, Robby and the LaRusso guy walked in.

“Well now I'm complaining because someone didn't want to text me back for a whole week about plans we made.”

Johnny shaped his face with his hand and groaned out. His blue eyes peered over at the pissed women.

“Fuckkkk-”

“Fuck is right asshole, I stopped talking to you for like three days and you take that as a sign to completely ignore me for a week after. You think I wasn't going to come find your ass?” Reader stands up and crossed her arms. Clearly pissed at her twin. Her brows furrowed as she looks at him tapping her foot.

Daniel looks between the two adults and then at Robby. Robby just smirks a little.

“Hi aunt Reader.”

“Hi Robby~ you want to watch me kick your dad's ass for ditching me yesterday?”

“I really want to say yes because that would be amazing to watch, but I'm going to say no. For good reason of course.” Robby tilted his head a little at his aunt. Daniel looked between the two adults trying to add things up in his head. Eyes going back and forth between them.

He pointed at the two of them saying “Wait? Aunt? Robby you have a aunt? Johnny you gave a sister-”

Before he can say anything else he is cut off by the two. Both of them cross their arms and with a pissed-off look saying.

“We are twins!!”

The two of them are fuming and Daniel can definitely see the resemblance now. It's clear both if them are easy to upset, both decently combative. Even the way they act around each other screams they are related. Looking at them closely he could see that they share a lot of similarities physically. Both facially and body wise they are pretty similar. His twin is just as tall as him, both broad-built and even their faces look a bit similar. His sister is just more feminine and soft looking.

“I like what you did with the place.” Reader says as she starts to calm down a bit more. Her eyes look around for a second before back at them. Johnny raises a brow. His sister isn't one to comment on random stuff like a stupid yard.

“Well I didn't do it, LaRusso did.”

“I could tell. You couldn't design something like this without drinking and getting into a home improvement magazine.” she scoffs at him. Robby tries to hold back a laugh along with Daniel. Robby slowly makes his way passed them and into the dojo. Reader watches him out of the corner of her eye until he disappears through the doors. Her gaze goes back to the other two men.

Daniel smiles at her as he enjoys the slight poking at Johnny.

“You like the yard I take it?”

“It's beautiful. The peaceful vibe and flow it gives off is great. I can see why Robby enjoys training out here so much. Also the pond was a beautiful touch.”

“You think? Did you see the fish? I just put them in recently.”

“I didn't get a good look at them but they are a nice touch.”

Daniel walks over to the now calm Lawrence and motions for her to follow him. She's quick to walk beside him as they go over to the pond area. The two of them peer into the clear water and start talking quietly. Johnny walks into the dojo and drops his bag next to the door, his eyes look out to the yard once again. Robby comes from one of the inner rooms of the dojo and joins his father in the doorway. Looking outside he sees what his dad is looking at.

Daniel points at something in the water, saying something they can't hear but apparently makes Reader laugh a little. She smiles over at the man and nods.

“I don't like this, not one bit...”

“Your mad Reader is talking to Daniel?”

“No I'm more pissed that he's trying to clearly flirt with her. Can't he go after anyone else’s sister? And isn't he married to a Amanda??”

“I'm pretty sure the LaRussos are cool with....that kinda stuff.”

Johnny's eye twitched before he turned and walked back into the dojo.

Leave it to the weird-ass LaRusso family to go after his twin.

(I might continue this? Next time it will probably be Poly!Daniel and Amanda smut😈)

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Time to try to make literally everyone disgruntled with my rotbtd Hogwarts house headcanons >:]

Merida- Gryffindor or Hufflepuff

Her movie is literally called Brave. I feel no need to justify Gryffindor. I'd argue Hufflepuff for her loyalty and the fact she doesn't actually dislike work, just boredom. Caring for her horse, refining her archery skills, those take work! She does not shy away from them! She just prefers manual labor to more restrictive types of work, like running a kingdom, and even then when she gets the hang of it she's dedicated to making ruling work- her way, not according to tradition, but she doesn't have a problem with the work itself.

Rapunzel- Slytherin

Her entire core story is built on pursuing dreams/ambitions, and she continues to push others to do the same and do the same herself throughout the series. She's clever, she's ambitious, she just also happens to be mostly nice.

Hiccup- Hufflepuff

Hiccup isn't a genius, he's just imaginative, smarter than most of the people around him, and experienced with blacksmithing. He straight-up says he's been Gobber's apprentice since he was a kid- he's had a lot of time to hone his understanding of inventing and smithing over time, which makes him less prodigy and more practiced. He's plenty intelligent, but he's more humble and hardworking than effortlessly brilliant. That's a thread in the first movie that I thought the sequels were lesser for lacking. He's loyal, he's kind, he's innately peaceful (i.e. he was taught to kill dragons but when faced with the opportunity found commonalities with Toothless instead, plus the whole second movie debacle), and he's unafraid of toil.

Jack- Ravenclaw

Oh my gosh, this boy is the ADHDest Ravenclaw. He thinks quick on his feet, almost exclusively fights by constantly moving and maneuvering rather than by sheer force (save for when moved upon by strong emotion), is first and foremost observant in unfamiliar circumstances (i.e. the North Pole), and is constantly curious and seeking emotional and intellectual engagement. He's mentally flexible and plenty witty. He's the type of guy who would answer the Ravenclaw riddle door like he's on Jeopardy, or spend hours sitting outside it telling riddles back and forth. Heck, he would gather other Ravenclaws and have the door be a Jeopardy-style judge. Also, you'll notice he had no interest in becoming a Guardian until he sees his memories, and his motivation isn't helping them at first, it's getting his memories back. He sticks around at first because he wants to learn what's going on. He's driven by curiosity and introspection, and later by personal values, but not really ambition.

[delopsia]

hi del! happy early birthday!! here’s my submission for your birthday bouquet 🩷

pigeon post- rhett & bob, title: NFWMB, flower: carnation (my favourite flower!)

I don't know where I wound up going with this one 😭 Edit: I entirely forgot to include Bob in this?? 😅 he's here now It also took me...so long to realize that NFWMB stands for 'Nothing Fucks With My Baby' Join my Birthday Bouquet Event! 💐

It's a funny thing, really.

The way that the ghosts from one's past can emerge from the stadium shadows. Unintentionally crossing paths with others who bear similar stories, hopelessly seeking to reclaim their places in your lives, regardless of whether you remember each other's names. The kind of oversized nuisance that digs beneath your skin like a rusty nail, with their spotless boots and perfect, glittering smiles, dissolving into a sea of giggles at the sight of your husbands.

It's an irritant hammered home by heavy gazes and jingling spurs, so lost in the idea of undressing you that you can almost feel the clothes being pulled from your body. The only thing that keeps them at bay is the arms that have long since circled around your waist, built of steel and grit, still trembling from another winning ride.

Rhett's warm nose bumps into the juncture of your neck, unshaven jaw tickling your exposed collar. "Y' alright?"

At your side, your limp hand twitches. Drops of crimson trickle from the split in your knuckles. Raining from your fingertips, splattering on the concrete and the side of Rhett's boot.

"You should be asking the other guy that," you mutter after a moment. Your eyes are still fixated on the ambulance medic, fussing over the shattered nose of a motherfucker who should have known better.

His chuckle rumbles through the length of your spine. "I don't give a fuck about 'em." 

A hand appears on your back, gliding up and down in dizzyingly slow strokes as if you're a wild horse that can bolt at any time. In some senses, perhaps you are. 

"Let me see," Bobby's speaking quietly, already beginning to glide his way down your shaking arm. But as Rhett steps back, the mere inches of distance between your bodies has you wondering if another face from the past is going to try their luck. 

But it's only Bobby who reaches for your swollen hand, quickly followed by Rhett. Their palms practically wrap around you entirely; Rhett's touch is rough and calloused from a lifetime of manual labor, whereas Bobby's is a little softer. Not quite silky smooth, but not as rugged as your cowboy is. 

"'s not broken," Rhett observes aloud, twisting it back and forth as if to root out any underlying issue. Nothing new arises. "Jus' gonna hurt like a bitch in the mornin'."

Bobby doesn't seem all that convinced, carefully tracing over the bones in search of any abnormality that wasn't there before. But, like Rhett, he doesn't find anything. 

A giggle erupts behind you. Shrill. Dancing across your last remaining nerve, hanging on by a thread.

Bob's eyes snap up. Ice gold gaze blistering into someone standing behind you. But when you turn to get a look, you find nothing; not a soul is looking your way. 

"C'mon," Rhett's motioning with his head toward the parking lot, already beginning to move. "I know a place where no one's gonna bother us." 

Nobody in this damn town understands that being a trio does not equate to an invitation for someone new to join, but you'll be happy to remind them.

...if Bobby doesn't get to them first.

[hetalia-angel]

Have any 2p russia & 2p Itlay general headcanons? I feel like im only being fed crumbs of my favs bc ive like read all of it in binge like fits

I hope that this is good since this is my first time writing about 2p Russia and 2p Italy. I know more about the Face family more than anyone else in hetalia.

2p Russia and 2p Italy General Headcanons

2p Russia!

His name is Viktor Braginski. He has three siblings;(Moldova, Belarus, and Ukraine). Ever since the Soviet Union he hasn’t been as close with his siblings. Viktor is always trying to improve their relationship, but sadly they’re all dysfunctional and mistrusting of one another.

Viktor is super tall. 6’5 and 220lbs. He’s built like a bear and if you saw him in the wild you’d be quivering.

He has dark coffee brown hair that can be easily mistaken for black. Viktor has deep callouses and scars on his hands from long days of manual labor. His eyes are a rich burgundy color and have dark circles under them.

He’s a very stoic guy and believe in following the rules of society and chivalry. Viktor’s poker face is unmatched by everyone besides maybe François.

2p Italy!

Luciano Vargas is the personification of 2p Northern Italy. He’s 5’7 and 140lbs.

He has shiny copper hair, tan skin, and cool magenta eyes. His body is lean and built to be agile and running.

Luci is a sadist at heart enjoying taking revenge on those that has wronged him.

Like a true mob boss he values loyalty over all else. When betrayed he won’t hesitate to torture the culprit in the most mind boggling ways possible.

He’s a suave guy and often uses his charm to manipulate others to his favor. Especially woman he could flirt his way into finding out nuclear launch codes if he so pleased.

[anonymousewrites]

Clan of Three (Book 3) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: The Bar

Summary: (Y/N), Mando, and Bo-Katan investigate droids.

            The Duchess and Bombardier sent Mando, (Y/N), and Bo-Katan to speak to Captain Helgait, their head constable, to learn more about the incidents of droid malfunctions. Grogu stayed with the Duchess, out of harms way and happily snacking on delicious treats.

            “The droids were all reprogrammed to serve the community from the stockpile of captured imperial robotics scheduled to be scrapped at Karthon,” said Helgait. “The droids’ reprogramming was a complete success, until one day, an isolated event…” He showed a video of a trash collecting droid fritzing and throwing garbage around the street. “Then others.”

            Another video showed a droid throwing a woman’s packages and tearing the clothing apart as she cried out.

            “This is just a small collection of malfunctions that our security cameras caught,” said Helgait.

            A third video showed a droid stealing a speeder and crashing into a building as people hurried to dodge the reckless driving. A fourth video had a sushi-making droid cutting up ingredients. Unfortunately, the glitch caused it to start…cutting at other things as people screamed.

            “Turn them off,” said Bo-Katan.

            “What?” asked Helgait.

            “Why not turn them all off?” clarified (Y/N). “The droids. Until you figure out the issues.”

            “Who’s in charge of that?” asked Bo-Katan.

            “I am,” said Helgait.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. Not great vibes from this old guy.

            “There’s a failsafe cutoff switch built into the system,” explained Helgait. “However…”

            “What?” asked Mando.

            “The citizens voted against any interruption in droid services,” said Helgait. He chuckled mirthlessly. “They can’t live without it.”

            (Y/N) blinked. As a kid raised on an Ushti farm, they had very few droids, just some basic ones for gathering grain. They and their parents did more of the manual labor. So the idea of being unable to live without droids was a bit strange to them.

            “And why’s that?” questioned Mando. He too disapproved of too much reliance on droids due to his own trauma with the Empire and their droids.

            “The citizens are no longer required to work and can spend their days engaging in recreation, the arts, and participating in our direct democracy,” said Helgait.

            Is that a little bitterness I detect? thought (Y/N).

            “If we shut down our droids, our citizens wouldn’t know how to survive,” said Helgait. “Our society would collapse.”

            “Then what do you want from us?” asked Bo-Katan.

            “To seek out and decommission any remaining rogue droids until we can fix the problem,” said Helgait.

            “Give us the list,” sighed Bo-Katan.

            “Well, for that, you’ll have to go to the lower level and speak to the Ugnaughts,” said Helgait.

            “ ‘Ugnaughts?’ ” repeated Mando and (Y/N). They both thought of Kuiil, the Ugnaught who had fought and died for them when Gideon first attacked on Nevarro.

            “Ugnaughts,” reiterated Helgait.

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            “See what happens when you rely on droids?” commented Mando as the elevator slid down.

            “Are you taking this personally?” asked Bo-Katan.

            “Just pointing it out,” said Mando.

            “Let’s just finish this so we can be on our way,” said Bo-Katan.

            The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Before them lay a workshop where a group of Ugnaughts were working on droid parts with the same calm, meticulous work Kuiil had devoted to his own salvaged droids.

            “I am Bo-Katan Kryze,” announced the woman in question. “Which one of you is in charge?”

            No response or change in the Ugnaughts’ work.

            “We were sent on behalf of the Duchess and Captain Bombardier to help you with your droid problem,” said Bo-Katan. Still nothing. “Hello?” She huffed. “This is going nowhere.”

            (Y/N) nudged Mando. “You’re good at communicating with other cultures, and you spent time with Kuiil. Could you try?”

            Mando nodded. “I could.” He looked out at the Ugnaughts. “I am Mandalorian Din Djarin, friend of Ugnaught Kuiil.” The Ugnaughts finally paused and looked up. “You will answer our questions and help us with our task. I have spoken.”

            The Ugnaughts silently left their work and sat at a table. They gazed expectantly at Mando, (Y/N), and Bo-Katan, who took a seat across from them respectfully.

            “Thank you for hosting us and sharing your table,” said (Y/N), stumbling slightly as they tried to speak with the calm formality Mando had. They wanted to be able to communicate as well as he did.

            “We were engaged to hunt down and eliminate the malfunctioning droids,” said Mando.

            “There are no such droids,” said an Ugnaught.

            “You may not have heard the news down here, but your droids are wreaking havoc in the world above,” said Bo-Katan.

            “There is not much of which we are not aware,” said another Ugnaught. “These halls are the central nervous system of the city. I assure you, the droids are not malfunctioning.”

            (Y/N) assessed the Ugnaughts. No twinge in the Force, no sign that there was any doubt in his words. So either he believed himself to be correct, or there really wasn’t a malfunction. So what would be causing the droid’s to act so strangely?

            “Citizens have been harmed by these malfunctioning machines,” said Bo-Katan.

            “This is not the case. I have spoken,” said the Ugnaught with even finality.

            “We’re not in any way suggesting that your work is to blame,” said Mando. “The stories of Ugnaughts’ skill with smithing droids are legendary. We know that Ugnaughts are considered the hardest working species in the galaxy. We, like you, have been engaged with a task to perform. We will investigate the dangerous incidents.”

            “We would appreciate your help,” said (Y/N).

            The Ugnaughts leaned towards one another and spoke quietly before one Ugnaught handed their speaker a tablet. The speaker looked at Mando, Bo-Katan, and (Y/N).

            “Here are the locations of the droids you seek,” said the Ugnaught.

            “Thank you,” said Mando, taking the tablet. “We are in your debt. I have spoken.”

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            “What was that?” asked Bo-Katan as she, Mando, and (Y/N) sat in a pod. They sped towards the location of the closest droid under the lanterns of the city, the sky outside the dome dark with night.

            “I’ve spent time with Ugnaughts,” explained Mando. “There’s a particular way to communicate with them. Accusing their work of malfunctioning was an insult. Now, they’ve indicated there’s a likelihood that the next event will at the loading docks.”

            “How sure are they?” asked (Y/N).

            “Hard to tell,” said Mando. “Ugnaughts always seem to be sure of themselves.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “When they said the droids had no malfunction, I couldn’t sense any doubt. So they must be pretty confident. That, or there’s something else going on.”

            “Imperial droids with imperial programmers? That could spell trouble,” said Bo-Katan. “But the Ugnaughts are the only lead we’ve got, so we might as well have a look aroud.”

            The pod stopped, and the doors opened. The space port was bustling with droid activity; the machines had no need to rest even as the night was upon them. They tirelessly carried packages and boxes as needed. It was strange to see battle droids doing such domestic work, but that was Plazir-15’s way.

            “I havent’t seen battle droids since the Clone Wars,” said Bo-Katan as they descended into the delivery zone.

            “I have,” said Mando, remembering the death of his parents. The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth.

            “Any of ‘em look suspicious?” asked Bo-Katan.

            “They all look suspicious,” said Mando.

            “Halt,” said the droid foreman. “This is a restricted are. You are to vacate immediately.”

            “We have a few questions,” said Bo-Katan.

            “Show me your identification please,” said the droid.

            “The Duchess sent us to investigate the droid malfunctions,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, I saw the reports,” said the droid. “Rest assured, I’ve had the entire line of loaders undergo maintenance protocols as a safety measure. The, uh, certification is on file.” It saw Mando waving his hand at the battle droids. “Uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

            “Why’s that?” asked Mando.

            “As a precaution,” said the droid. “Their base function was warfare.”

            “I thought they were just checked out,” said Mando.

            “They were.” The droid flinched as Mando kicked a battle droid. “Uh, what are you doing?”

            “Then this shouldn’t faze them,” said Mando. He continued kicking droids, and (Y/N) nodded in approval.

            “Excuse me, sir!” said the droid foreman.

            Mando kicked another droid, and it fell over. It stood and swung at him, sending him to the floor. (Un?)fortunately, his provocation had worked. The droid made a run for it as Bo-Katan and (Y/N) shot at it.

            “Really re-certified,” muttered (Y/N), running after the droid with Bo-Katan and Mando on their heels.

            The droid ran out of the landing port to the neon-lit street. People screamed as it and the Mandalorians ran through them. The droid grabbed a trashcan and threw it at them. Bo-Katan and Mando ducked, and Mando was quick to pull (Y/N) down protectively. The trio were quick to scramble to their feet and run after the droid again as the citizens of Plazir-15 cried out in fear.

            It ran into an alleyway, and the Mandalorians pushed their way through the panicked crowd to follow. It cut into another street and grabbed a tall mechanical column and launched it the pursuers. (Y/N), Mando, and Bo-Katan dropped to the ground, and the column smashed behind them and erupted into flames. They jumped up in a moment and were after the droid again, though.

            “Keep going! Watch (Y/N)!” said Mando as he veered off down another alley.

            Bo-Katan nodded sharply. She had let (Y/N) run into danger once; she would protect them this time. After a few moments of veering through streets and crowds, Mando crashed out of a window and knocked the droid over. It stumbled back up, and Mando turned on the ground and brought his blaster up. He shot quickly, and the battle droid stumbled. (Y/N) and Bo-Katan fired from behind, and the combined blaster shots felled the droid.

            Small droids were quick to fly into the street with sirens blaring. “This is a crime scene. Please step back.”

            (Y/N) ran over to Mando and helped him up before they gazed down at the deactivated droid.

            “I found a spark pad,” said Bo-Katan, already examining the body.

            “What’s it say?” asked Mando.

            “ ‘The Resistor,’ ” read Bo-Katan.

            “Sounds like a bar,” said (Y/N).

            Mando nodded. “Droid bar.”

            Bo-Katan smirked. “And there’s an address.”

            “Let’s go,” said (Y/N), and the three of them headed off as the battle droid’s body was collected behind them.

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            “Let me do the talking in there,” said Bo-Katan as they approached the droid bar.

            “Why is that?” asked Mando.

            “Because I wanna get the information fast and get to the fleet,” said Bo-Katan.

            “So do I. What’s your point?” asked Mando.

            “You don’t get along well with droids,” said (Y/N).

            Mando shrugged. “I don’t like droids.”

            “You do it your way, and now let me do it mine, okay?” said Bo-Katan as they stepped up to a doorway. “This is the address.”

            They stepped inside and were immediately accosted by a clamor of beeps and trills as droids rolled around with one another and drank oil at tables together. The chatter came to an abrupt halt as the droids noticed the biological organisms. Bo-Katan, Mando, and (Y/N) continued through the bar to the barkeeper’s counter as lightbulb eyes watched them.

            “I don’t think they get many of our kind here,” said Mando.

            “Can I help you?” asked the bartender droid.

            “That depends. Is this The Resistor?” asked Bo-Katan.

            “It is,” said the bartender droid.

            Bo-Katan placed the spark pad on the counter. “That spark pad was found on a rogue battle droid.”

            “We give out lots of spark pads,” said the bartender droid. “What are you getting at?”

            “There has been a string of malfunctions that all point to this oil can,” said Bo-Katan.

            “You can check my registry,” said the bartender droid. “We are in full compliance with Planetary Hierarchical—”

            Mando grabbed an electric device and held the sparking device towards the droid. “If you don’t start answering the questions, I’ll yank your memory circuit and dissect it back at the lab. Nobody leaves.”

            “Someone tried to,” murmured (Y/N), looking at a blue droid frozen at the exit.

            “Stay where I can see you,” said Mando to the bartender droid as they approached the blue one.

            “What are you doing?” whispered Bo-Katan.

            “You’re wasting your time. You can’t reason with droids,” said Mando.

            “Their behavior is programmed,” pointed out Bo-Katan. “All they do is reason.”

            “R5 has anxiety,” interjected (Y/N). “Not very reasonable.” They weren’t exactly endorsing harassing the droids that could attack, but they just had a thought and decided to speak. That was pretty much how they made any decision.

            “And they’re also programmed not to harm organics. How’s that going?” said Mando.

            “Look, you are not helping,” said Bo-Katan. “Just because the malfunctioning droids happen to visit here doesn’t mean that this one is in on it.”

            “I want to help,” said the bartender droid.

            “You want me to pull your hearing sensors too?” questioned Mando harshly.

            “Buir, hear him out,” said (Y/N). Mando relented, only slightly and only because they asked. (Y/N) nodded to the droid. “Go on.”

            “We are worried that if these horrible incidents continue, we will be…” The droid trailed off in what (Y/N) could only equate to fear.

            “You’ll be what?” they asked.

            “There are concerns among my customers that we will be replaced,” said the bartender.

            “By what?” asked Bo-Katan.

            “Humans,” replied the droid. “Most of us have been refurbished and reprogrammed. Some droids on Plazir date back to the separatists. The New Republic would send them to scrap. But here on Plazir, they are given a second chance.”

            “Well, these catastrophes don’t help your argument,” said Mando.

            “Exactly,” said the droid. “That’s why we need your help. We don’t want to be replaced. We still have a lot to contribute. Human life is so short. They don’t ask that much of us. Organics created us. It’s the least we can do.”

            The droids in the bar clamored in agreement.

            “Mr. Bartender,” said (Y/N). “Do you think something…infected the droids’ programming in some way?” Whether this was purposeful or not, there has to be a link between the affected droids.

            The droid nodded jerkily. “I have records in the back. Come.”

            Mando and Bo-Katan followed Mr. Bartender and (Y/N) as they went to the back. The droid “sat” at a table across from them and pulled out a box of tablets.

            “There is no selection of beverages as with organics,” explained Mr. Bartender. “Here, droids are served Nepenthe.”

            “What’s Nepenthe?” asked Mando, attempting to be more open-minded since the droid was trying to help and (Y/N) seemed open.

            “It is a viscous lubricant that protects against mechanical wear while delivering program refreshing sub-particles,” explained Mr. Bartender.

            Program refreshing sub-particles? thought (Y/N). I��m not a droidsmith, but that sounds important to the issue Plazir is having.

            “So Nepenthe reprograms the droids that drink here?” questioned Mando.

            “It patches the programming as the commands of the mainframe change,” clarified Mr. Bartender. He opened the box of tablets and flipped through until picking out one. “It seems the malfunctioning droids all imbibed from the same batch of Nepenthe.”

            “So if we can figure out how what other droids were affected and find out how the Nepenthe caused the malfunction, we’ll have a solution,” said (Y/N).

            Mr. Bartender nodded jerkily. “I cannot examine the properties of the Nepenthe myself, but there is equipment on Plazir.”

            Bo-Katan nodded. “We’ll notify lab techs to examine the battle droid.”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N). The droid nodded in acknowledgement. They were finally on the trail of the answer.

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