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[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 16 ~

Obi-Wan is just about ready to begin figuratively climbing the walls…

…scratch that, he's just about ready to literally climb the walls.

‘Come with me…’ Maul’s voice echoes in his mind.

“No,” he says aloud, pacing circles around the magma ball. “No.”

But gods, does he want-

“No.”

The jedi spares a moment to be angry at the circumstances. Every jedi was met with challenges on the path of life. It was supposed to be that way. They were chances for self reflection and growth. But how many jedi had their mortal enemy return from the grave looking like something out of a wet dream -no pun intended- and kidnap them, only to change their mind and decide they just want companionship and sex? They just want him to stay with them, forever, simple as that.

It's absurd. It's enticing. It's sad. It's sweet.

It makes Obi-Wan want to punch something.

It makes him want other things too…

“No.”

He has to leave. He has to. It's only a matter of time before slick scales and stress levels mix him up into a cocktail of poor choices. Obi-Wan wants to rail Maul into the ground. He wants to see what all that mess at the apex of his tail tastes like. He wants to get on his knees and-

Blast it! It's time to try escaping, with or without help from local fauna.

The jedi walks to the water's edge, and gathers his mental fortitude. He knows he's unlikely to succeed in getting to the sparkle of his lightsaber crystal, or to somehow find his rebreather. However, Maul's force signature is far away. Now is a good time to explore, and hope, and trust in the force.

Obi-Wan jumps into the frigid water, grimacing as it rises around him. He swims as close to the exit tunnel as he can, and starts taking deep breaths, trying to hyperoxygenate a bit.

Then, he dives.

What follows is a slow and cautious exploration of the nearby tunnels that serves as a double blessing for how it takes his mind off Maul. He swims one way, and finds nothing but tunnel that goes on further than he can see. The jedi returns to air, catches his breath, and goes out again.

The other direction offers a split in the road. One way leads to a dead end, the other hits a second divide. Again, he reoxigenates, and despite the terrible cold he goes back down for a third attempt.

Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh… a hour passes and the chill sinks into his bones. He finds two more air pockets, not quite as fresh as the algae and moss crowded caves, but still breathable.

And then, he stumbles across another ‘room’.

Obi-Wan breaches the water's surface and finds himself in a trove. He crawls up onto land, and looks around curiously. This cave is a series of smaller rooms that connect, with an exceptional number of pock marks in the walls. Perhaps millennia ago this was living coral? Whatever the case, the larger pockets have been turned into shelves, and these shelves hold myriad items.

Droid parts, sea shells, and pearls as big as his head. Tin cans, fabric scraps, and a silver platter. An entire trombone, half rusted, sits in a footlocker without a lid. There's a pile of datapads which all look to be out of charge, and a statue of some long forgotten nubian queen. These and more, a flee market’s worth of curios.

His most unexpected find is an area of sand, which seems... combed? Gemstones and polished rocks in shades of blue combine with patterns in the sand to create a garden of sorts. Many of the stones are no bigger than a bean. The largest is a chunk of lapis lazuli the size of his fist. Obi-Wan ponders the rock garden for a few minutes before moving on, not quite sure what to make of it.

A sith with a sense of artistry... that's just... odd?

From what he had seen in the archives, the sith of old stuck to geometric patterns and flat colors. Their ideal temple was a barren monolith or an angular ziggurat with either no decoration, or, records of horrible deeds carved in words. Sometimes pictures.

Yet... Maul had made a lovely little garden, in shades of blue and white and beige. Strange.

Obi-Wan turns away from the mystery, and goes digging through the droid parts to see if there's anything that could boost his comm signal. It's a possibility, there's a lot to work with here. Rather than take anything, the jedi memorizes what he sees and makes note of it. He will plan what to take and where to hide it to work on before risking revealing the direction of his thoughts.

At the very back of the caves is a large cubby of stone that looks like it was carved into the wall with a lightsaber, then carefully sanded smooth.

On a shelf beside it sits a saberstaff. Obi-Wan can feel the song of the kyber from here, now that he listens. Two notes in harmony, one longing and angry, the other spiteful and determined. The jedi knows this blade, and has no desire to touch it… but it's good to know where it is.

He shakes his head sadly at the sithly melody, and sits down at the edge of the cubby, exhausted and sluggish. Obi-Wan rests his elbows on his knees, needing a minute to gather his strength. Even with a jedi's ability to propel himself with the force and slow his heartbeat, it was still a long swim back.

Emotionally Obi-Wan feels a lot better though. He's mapped a significant amount of tunnel, found three places to get air for further exploration, and most importantly he's gotten his mind off-

Oh, kriff.

The jedi master groans, flopping backwards onto the smooth stone with a wet smack, exasperated with himself. Truly? Truly. A single stray thought about beautiful black scales, and he's back in the thick of it like he'd never left.

Obi-Wan covers his eyes with a shaking hand, hiding from reality for just a moment. Two moments. Perhaps five moments…

He sighs, removing his hand to look up at the ceiling. This is, inconveniently, when he realizes his fingers are very pale. Bother. He needs to get up, and… and swim back to the radiant heat of the magma ball.

Just the thought of it is dreadfully tiring, and he is comfortable here. Very comfortable... So very…

Oh no.

He knows exactly what being sleepy when one is very cold means. The jedi curses under his breath, forcing himself upright. His vision is slow to catch up with where he's looking. He's pushed too far, and now his body is paying the price of that.

Obi-Wan draws in the force to support himself, and rises unsteadily to his feet. Every bone in his body pleads with him to lay down. He denies the instinct in favor of a survivalist mentality.

The problem? He is much too cold.

The solution? Getting out of wet clothes and closer to warmth, or barring that, some kind of insulting material.

He thinks through a mild fog, and recalls the cloth scraps. Obi-Wan goes hunting around in the treasure trove as he pulls off his belt. He dumps his clothes onto the floor, managing to lay them out to air dry for what it was worth in the relative humidity. Then he gathers up every last scrap of fabric he can find.

The pile of scraps. A sail cloth. Half a tarp. His best find is a pair of old wool socks, which he puts on right away. The lot of it he piles in the cubby, and curls in on himself in the midst of it. Obi-Wan knows he just needs to warm up, then he can put everything back, and return to where he was supposed to be. Maul's force presence was still far away. He wasn't in a rush…

…and that's part of why the jedi falls asleep precisely when and where he really shouldn't.

Obi-Wan wakes sometime later with his head tucked under a pointed chin. A scaled tail curls around his naked legs, and a lumpy magma hemisphere radiates heat against his back.

... kark.

Obi-Wan can't deal with this right now. He's beyond exhausted, possibly a bit ill. The jedi master takes a deep breath, and just... goes back to sleep, held close in red and black arms.

To be continued...

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[kyugens]

– headcanon dump: kiba.

fighting style – hand-to-hand, precision, strong blows.

Kiba's fighting style is very instinct-driven and violent – if anything, he's a rather ruthless man in the heat of battle, as most Inuzukas are. It's got everything to do with their chakra signatures and the yang aspect of their bond with the ninken, and Kiba isn't immune to that. Throughout his life, he's trained to control most of the blinding, red-hot anger, as the other side effects of the Inuzuka cooperation ninjutsu to make it a practical tool. Despite what canon tells us, Kiba isn't entirely useless with taijutsu taken it requires unimaginable strength to keep up with the ninken during their mutual formations – if one side is lacking, they will eventually fail. Physical fitness and strength are a must among the Inuzukas and one of the first aspects they address in their training journey. So picture a big guy, proficient in melee and hand-to-hand combat, barely keeping his sanity together in a fight, with an equally unhinged giant wolf-dog by his side – that's Kiba. Mostly during the war, though, since it messed him up pretty badly. On a regular basis, he's just– quick to anger, precise strikes.

hobbies – what are 20-somethings supposed to do or like? weird guy.

Overall, Kiba is a very laid-back character. He's usually lazying around with Akamaru or aimlessly strolling downtown with no purpose whatsoever. He likes to watch sunsets, like the big romantic that he is – he finds it soothing. But he's also a young man in his twenties, so he isn't above partying with friends and making shit decisions in the high of the night. There seems to be a constant duality in him that he manages to balance pretty well, actually – Kiba is very aware of his limitations and struggles, even if he doesn't know how to address them most of the time. He's not very fond of gaming, though, consoles and whatnot – he gets too competitive and frustrated because he sucks at it. Most of his interest lay in going out, doing something or nothing, either accompanied or by himself.

describe your muse's smile – he's the sweetest guy out there is2g

Kiba's smile really is a sight to behold. He has the sweetest nose scrunch, and he spares no teeth and fangs when he's overwhelmed by joy and satisfaction – the sun will pale in comparison to him in his tanned glory, eyes closed because he can't help giggling along the way. If he feels genuinely happy, he's going to smile so wide it'll show his very secret dimples on each cheek. It's not easy for him to smile like that, though, usually wearing a grumpy frown or unimpressed look at all times. But when it happens, boy, he doesn't even know what he's doing to people out there.

[isilmelinde]

I'm finally done with my last assignment for the semester!

Yall are in for it now! I have until almost the end of January to write to my heart's content!

[soapyakships]

welcome to the other side!

[nobuverse]

@tiredstudents said: Daniel is going to wrap Okita in a hug

"Daniel." The name is said openly and warmly as he pulls her into the the hug.

She's a bit stiff at first - as if she'd nearly forgotten the action after all the years she'd gone without one. Rapidly, though, she melts into the touch, tension fading. She reaches under his arm, across to his shoulder she returns it.

"What's gotten into you? Are you cold?" She can't help but tease him, her free hand loosening her scarf. She warps half of it around his neck, making a small amount of cushioning for herself; before she lets her head lull onto his shoulder.

"There."

[badninken]

fuck shit UP

[wulver86]

Yes yes you will!

Yall think I'll get in trouble for having an energy drink at 7 pm?

[skeletoninthemelonland]

a glimpse of what their early dynamic looks like

[uncorrectintamed]

[Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi doing something dangerous]

Wei Wuxian: [passing by] Look at those two morons. Where is their parents?

Wei Wuxian: ...

Wei Wuxian: Oh shit! I'm their parent!

[pomidorfriend]

Things NOT TO SAY to your beloved when he's just had gay sex with you for the first time in his life

[daily-suyao]

[yelow-heart]

Welcome twt immigrants or just newcomers o///

Every week a new wave of twt refugees arrive and so I decided to put together a tumblr 101 to keep ur experience the most stress free and safe as possible

So here it goes:

You can delete comments or plain out disable comments from your posts! So much control.

You can also edit your posts. It even was a meme back on the olden days where a post would go viral and then the op (original poster) would change the post to something silly and the reblogers would look like wierdos or dumdums lol

You can disable your asks or make a rule so people can't ask as anonymous

Report spams!! You can even get rewarded for it. But, even so, report it, they get immediately taken down temporarily

The report system work and the tumblr team is very responsible when investigating an account/post. It's not nuance and easy to make. No one will judge you for it, in fact, it's common culture to do so. It's how we battle pornbots, spams, hate blogs etc.

You have full control of your blog! What people can see, what it can show, block hashtags and the whole shbang.

The algorithm works! Only the things that YOU search for and like will be recommended to you. And if something u no longer has interest in shows up? Just click that u don't want anymore and immediately everything u don't want goes away.

There are many famous blogs that are fun to follow, specifically as newcomer, to really get u on the tumblr experience such as: heritageposts, thebootydiaries, hotboyproblems, showerthoughtsofficial, fartgallery, haikubotofficial and many others. These are just the ones I followed when first arrived back in 2016;

Yes, there are celebrities among us but they're just... here. Vibing, chilling. The most famous ones being Neil Gaiman and Taylor Swift. Here they are just people;

You might have noticed a lot of blogs with blue verification badges. Some with 20 of them. Some are rainbow! That's because Tumblr made a parody of the verification mark from twt and it was fcking hilarius. We loved it so much that it's a thing now. U too can feel very important if u want!

It's worth going the trending tags. Sometimes they are broken, but it's mostly memes or important world news stuff that are actually relevant and helpful. It's safe and you'll have a fun time lurking on other people's fandoms. That's actually how I got into some of my fandoms to begin with;

Crabs.

And there we have it! I might have forgotten something, but I not too worried as I know that people might add it later on. 😉

Welcome welcome!! You'll be safe here. No matter who you are you find a community for you here

It's a hellsite, but it's our hellsite

Remembered something:

It's important to have a profile picture and header image. An reblog a few things before following anyone. Or you will be reported because people will think you're a spam bot kkkkkkkkk so do nurture your blog a little bit before venturing into the unknown.

[em-exceeds-change-zearu]

dw about it. he's just like that.

og images under cut:

[creaturefeaster]

Which mime would be a great parent? And which wouldnt be the best parent? (I think calamea would be a shit parents)

Oh god, I don't think any of them would be good parents haha. At least not to the living. Some may try, but mimes have such a different understanding of life than the living do, I don't see any kid being raised by the main 15 mimes growing up functional lmfao.

I think El Ganso would be the closest thing to like, a proper parental figure if she needed to be. Very protective, would teach morals that would probably help a child through life, but also some morals that'll get that kid arrested age 20. like. cmon kid we're gonna go hunt 'n kill a feller for disrespecting our friends. do you wanna ride on my shoulders on there way there? you can pick where i shoot 'im first.

The worst parent would probably be Jarna. She would go to pat a kid's head and end up turning them into a pancake. and would laugh about this.

[stormyoceans]

LINE READING SO DEVASTATING I NEED TO DIE ABOUT IT

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done