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viatrix-glow · 17 days
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new di x warrior cats
name explanations and more info below :3
basic stuff
-each agency is a clan, not each unit. 14-15 clans would be silly and then we would have some clans with 5 cats and some with 2.
-starpro -> lightclan. i couldn’t call them “starclan” for obvious reasons. light is somewhat synonymous with star, so i’m going with that.
-cospro -> nightclan. i don’t think the cats in warriors know the word “cosmic”, but cosmic implies cosmos implies night sky, so we’re going with night
-rhyth lin -> rippleclan. ripple is sort of a synonym to rhythm….? this one was hard
-new di -> fortuneclan. this one is a stretch but neither “new” or “dimension” have synonyms that really fit a clan name. fortune is something that relates to multiple characters in new di though
-starclan still sort of exists, but the cats do not believe in them the way they do in warriors. they are more of a nursery tale than anything, and select cats (ex: tatsumi) believe in them, but it is not written into their code. medicine cats can still interpret signs, but they do not necessarily think of them as coming from starclan.
-medicine cat forbidden romance is not a thing here
-intermingling of clans is ok and common
-there’s like. other cats in their clans besides just the enstars cast i assume
cat names/why i chose them
fortuneclan:
knights
-tsukasa -> scarletstar (scarletblossom) . he is the leader of fortuneclan because he is one of the new di reps for the summits. both scarlet and blossom were chosen bc of his last name (scarlet is a red color… kinda similar to cherry…. and blossom for the cherry blossom).
-leo -> lionheart. ok this one is kind of cheating because lionheart is already an existing warrior, but…come on….
-izumi -> silverspring. sora describes his color as silver, and spring is in his first name
-ritsu -> frostmoon. his first name means cold moon according to the wiki so i just rehashed it
-naru -> goldenroar. since she doesn’t like her first name i didn’t want to use “storm”, and her last name can be read as “thunder” but that’s a little too close to storm? so golden for her hair and roar for her last name
switch
-natsume -> sageeye. a sage is similar to a wizard, and eye is in his first name . also the “dovesong” mentioned is wataru :)
-tsumugi -> bluewing. he is a bluebird. warrior cats probably wouldn’t straight up call a cat “bluebird” so i put wing there instead. deputy cause he’s the vp
-sora -> skyspring . sora means sky. spring is in his last name. i could have used “stream” instead to differentiate him from sena but i think spring is cuter
mam/df
-madara -> tawnystripe . tawny bc it’s like kind of close to calico if you squint. stripe(s) is in his last name
#my art#enstars#ok so maybe we WOULD have 5 clans bc guess what was announced today#a new agency. and a new unit (or fucking 5? idk)#BUTWHATEVER#um i don’t know why i did this it was a joke at first but#then i started getting really into choosing names….#like originally it was just gonna be switch but then i was like hmmm… what if the agency is the clan#i’ve been reading so so much warrior cats i’m about to finish avos and then i’ll be caught back up to where i was#when i started this rereading journey last year#so like i have to apply it to my other interests#i’m proud of the names i chose i think they’re fun#yes leo’s is a cheat but idc#i hope someone else will appreciate this it’s mostly just me doing stuff for fun#i want to do the other units/agencies too but that might be a while cause yall this took#like a week . granted i’m busy rn but god damn picking designs for cats is hard!!#that’s why so many ended up being tabbies i just can’t resist they’re my favorites i’m definitely not biased#but also realistically tabby is a pretty common pattern so it’s fine#my fave design is naru’s btw i wanted to make her really pretty and i think i did ok#ok i’m going to bed bye#also forgot to mention i wanted to keep the names as close to canon warriors as i could so i had to find words similar to things that#the cats in warriors would know#sage is pushing it i don’t think they use sage in medicine . they def don’t know what a fortune is either but i don’t care
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13eyond13 · 1 month
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one of the lesser talked about fun things about intentionally reading more books is finding new stuff to be a bit of a hater about tbh
#and i know sometimes im probably just not properly picking up whatever the writer is putting down but whatever it's still fun#to actually know what you think about stuff like the highly regarded classics and extremely popular hyped up things#here are a few writers im a bit of a hater about w my opinions now btw#neil gaiman: does not do it for me at alllll#have read the graveyard book and american gods and hated almost every minute of both#in american gods i just found the aesthetic ideas and characters completely unappealing and in the graveyard book#i thought it was dreary and not well described enough... kept feeling like it was too bare bones in some way to picture things properly#i was like 'hmm i wish this was one of his graphic novels instead bc i'd like to be able to see what's going on here a bit better...'#also his humour just never lands for me and i do not often get his references either#ray bradbury annoys me in a similar way to neil gaiman but also somewhat oppositely like where#the way they write characters and plots and ideas and the stuff they care about gets on my nerves in an almost identical way#that i don't know how to define except to say i had a bit of a 'same energy' experience reading Something Wicked This Way Comes#and some of neil gaiman's stuff#but unlike neil gaiman i think that ray bradbury attempts to describe things unusually so much and TOO much#to the point that it takes me out of the story in a different yet similar way#to how the lack of description in neil gaiman's stuff does#what else have i become a bit of a hater about or did not get the appeal of lately? hmmm#oh hp lovecraft hahahaha#least scary stories ever god everything he's scared of is so dumb#like even aside from his extremely racist takes and fear of the 'exotic other' his fears about being cosmically insignificant are just like#yeah and? whats so scary about that hahaha i literally just dont get it#also the amount he writes dialogue in heavy accents annoys the shit out of me#p
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age-of-moonknight · 1 month
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“Soldier,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #3.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#Vengeance of the Moon Knight#Vengeance of the Moon Knight vol. 2#Vengeance of the Moon Knight 2024#Moon Knight comics#latest release#Soldier#Tigra#Greer Nelson#I love this distinction between what Moon Knight does/did in vol. 9 compared to other heroes#don’t get me wrong I obviously love Spider-Man (and only to a slightly lesser extent Daredevil) but this is a cool difference#feels a little more grounded almost like community defense as opposed to a high-flying cape issue#also fascinating comparing to a drug implying these low level villains are thrill seekers/adrenaline junkies#but most critically…hmmm….this may just be more indicative of my own perspective than anything (bear with me)#but interestingly those last two text boxes on finding the balance between keeping a group too scared to make a move#and not so scared that they get desperate/have nothing left to lose#is very similar to the basis of a theory of counterinsurgency#that an iron fist can keep a group from developing means + will to organize but the ruling regime must be careful#to not be too cruel or else it will push the group into survival mode/win it sympathy from the local or international population#(it’s very reminiscent of Machiavelli’s The Prince)#Mind you it’s a theory usually entertained by authoritarian regimes where people have few de facto civil rights#and its efficacy/sustainability’s debatable as it takes one hiccup with the regime (markedly weak ruler/secession crisis/natural disaster/#excessive use of force/etc) for the insurgency to flair up again#Marc’s past with the CIA is mentioned in this issue so I wonder if that’s what this is all about#but uuuuuh yeah do with that info what you will sorry hahaha#don’t mind me rambling in the tags
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karaboutmyart · 8 months
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one year ago today i made my otgw beast!greg cosplay for halloween. i RLLY don't know what im gonna dress as this year
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cienie-isengardu · 2 years
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My RepCom Musing:  Control Issue
Warning - a long text ahead.
Do you sometimes wonder how long will Vau tolerate Kal’s behavior before calling him on his control issues once everyone settled together on Mandalore for good?
I myself wonder about this lately, not as a way to bash Kal Skirata (which I admittedly have some serious issues with) but as a way to examine one important layer of complicated relationship between these two Mandalorians. A complexity of two stubborn and strong-willed men, with extreme different approach to vital matters who may at times still not see (admit) how harmful was their wrongdoing - and both have their own share of serious wrongdoings - but who constantly keep an eye on each other and do some serious callout, metaphorical or real stabbing, everytime one of them cross the accepted line. This is so far the most visible with Skirata who came to the point he sees Vau as part of his family but still will breathe down his neck so that Vau could never again physically hurt any of his (their) clone commandos:
"Yeah." Skirata didn't want to restart that fight. But he knew he'd take his knife to Vau, just like old times, if he so much as raised his hand to those lads again, and yet somehow that coexisted with a respect and ... yes, affection. Vau was family, too. [Order 66]
Vau’s input on Skirata’s flaws and wrongdoing isn’t subtler as he is saying everything straight in his face, yet (beside Triple Zero) it is less promising any physical reparations if the man crossed the accepted line so far. Which makes sense in the context, since for the majority of book series, both men were gathering funds and preparing the safe home for deserting clones so Walon wasn’t there to witness all Kal’s controlling (manipulative) habits and some of these could be easily framed as a needed part of their special operation. But the book series showed on many occasions that Walon is not afraid to call out Skirata when he is doing disservice to his men or lets emotion get the better of his judgment. It is especially visible with the matter of giving clones a real choice and with that, independence - something Kal knows is the final goal of their operation, but does not always follow this notion. The known to us story concerning clan residence on Mandalore wasn’t yet a proper set-up for Vau to take more prominent role in breathing down Kal’s neck but with what we learned about him, I do not doubt that the longer he would stay around Skirata to experience his daily-life interaction with others, the more willing he would be to call out his friend on some questionable habits of his.
I mean, yes, Walon and Kal knew each other for a long time and their relationship had its ups and downs. During Clone Wars they managed to put to rest their personal feuds (and some of their quarrels come pretty close to murder attempt). From the second book onward they had a common goal - to save their boys and somehow along the way even became truly close to each other.
On Coruscant and during the search for Ko Sai, both tried to tolerate each other’s flaws because they were devoted to their “sacred mission” no less as they were professional soldiers who would not allow emotions to disrupt their hard-won compromise. Mandalore though is gonna be a different case. This is a safe home for a clan made by Mandalorians, clone troopers and their wives/girlfriends and Jedi who, in theory, all gonna live in the same place. 
And here things may get complicated. 
Whatever went wrong between them on Kamino, they had their own personal space (separate apartments), established work schedules and separate clone batches to which they devoted most of their time. On Mandalore whatever conflict starts between them will not be so easily dismissed because they are gonna be in each space with little option to keep distance, unless one will go on long-term mission to calm down or move out. Considering how close they became and the fact that Vau passed Mird to Jaing’s care as was seen in Legacy of the Force book series, the moving out doesn’t feel likely.   
(Additionally, Vau spent some months(?) apart from the rest of the clan during his search for missing Sev. Once he came back, the presence of Death Watch on Mandalore and Jedi literally in their supposedly safe house took the priority on the list of problems to focus on, so timeline of Imperial Commando:501st was still not favorable for focusing on Skirata’s questionable habits and social exceptions that aren’t strictly mandalorian norms).
Vau in general does not try to get involved much in other people’s lives. But. As much as Walon is good at keeping his personal feelings just to himself - to the point that even Jedi have a problem reading him with Force - he is a very perceptive man and a person who doesn’t mind picking up a fight with Skirata or pointing out his weakness and failures. He has a backbone and independence that some others lack, especially Nulls and clones trained by Skirata, who feel like they owe him their loyalty and thus may not want to challenge him in a direct way. Or, like in Darman’s case, at least, as long as Skirata does not breach their trust. 
Vau though? Oh he loves to pick on Kal and does that mercilessly through the whole series, even for little things. The books made it pretty clear that  Vau “could wind [Skirata] up as surely as a mechanical toy” [Triple Zero] and this seems to be a personal hobby of his to the point that Skirata literally says “And I wonder what you'd do with yourself if you didn't have me to torment” [True Colors].
The books also gave a solid insight into their conflicted viewpoints. Obviously, how clone soldiers should or shouldn’t be trained was the main source of their clashing and their different approach to the matter speaks a lot about them by presenting the values they hold the dearest. They both want to give clones a chance for normality but the core difference between them is that Skirata wants (needs?) to be a part of his men’s life while Vau seems to be okay now to separate himself from that power over his men (and I even dare to say, on purpose or subconsciously, trained his men to survive without a father in their life, as he did). 
Skirata’s choice is neither better nor worse than Vau’s and vice versa, for both approaches come from their personal experiences and are a direct response to their individual trauma. Beside hardship of his boyhood years, Kal’s biggest trauma was not being a good father to his biological children to the point he was written off from his own family and now he devoted all his time and energy to save clones and other strays while Vau’s abusive childhood gave him a rocky relationship with broadly understood fatherhood to the point he is capable to openly show a genuine emotions only toward Mird while struggles with articulate them to other human beings, even those he knows well. He is making progress in that regard, but talking to Kal about his parental feelings toward Sev is still not the same as admitting them to the commando’s face.  
But the conflict of how to train clone commandos (and how far is too far) was important only at the beginning of the story and sidelined soon after the second book. Once Skirata and Vau decided to join their forces to save their boys, they clashed over other, now more prominent matters that will not disappear so easily once their Mandalorian clan settle down. Quite opposing, those matters may escalate with passing time. 
(The Imperial Commando:501st book already showed that Vau is the most prominent person to go toe to toe with Skirata when it comes to the safety of their clan, as was seen with his concerns about Arla and how dangerous she could be and helping the Jedi who managed to survive Purge. Those concerns aren’t actually the main topic of my rambling but I’m bringing these examples as a proof their new home for clones and strays isn’t still and may never be fully the promised paradise. Though Walon and Kal’s arguments don’t disrupt that much the illusion of idyll since usually only Ordo and Jusik stay around arguing old Mandalorians to make sure there will be no blows, while the rest is just so used to the quarrels between these two from Kamino they barely pay attention anymore. Or, in case of nasty argument, everyone finds something to occupy themselves, presumably far away from clashing Mandalorians.)
The most important issue brought already by the books is allowing clones to choose whatever the old sergeants agree with the choice or not. This is strictly tied to Vau and Skirata disagreement in regard to Etain’s pregnancy and the dilemma should Darman be told or not. 
"Okay-Etain's pregnant. Short enough for you?" 
    Vau made a noise in his throat that sounded remarkably like Mird's gargling objection to being moved from the sofa. "I'll start knitting," he said. "Obviously the Force wasn't with her." 
    Nobody asked who the father was. The romance was hardly a secret: even Delta knew. 
    "She's on Qiilura until she gives birth," Skirata said. "And nobody says a word to the boys." 
    "Not even us," Mereel muttered. 
    "No, Mer'ika, not even you. Because then you can't accidentally put your great big boot in it, like the general just did." 
    "Sorry." Jusik hung his head. "I thought at least the Nulls would know." 
    "Okay, I'll brief the rest of them," said Skirata. "But Darman doesn't know, and it stays that way until he's in a position to be able to ... well, process the news. At the moment, all he'd do is worry instead of keeping his mind on the job." 
    "That's not fair on the man," Vau said. "Not if you think he is a man, and not some helpless kid. Or a simpleton." 
    "Okay, mir'sheb, you got a better idea?" 
    Vau blinked a few times. "No, I don't think any answer is the right one here, other than hindsight." 
    "She wanted to give him a son, some kind of future. And smart move or not, I'm doing the same, so maybe it's my fault for putting ideas in her head." [True Colors]
Kal decided to keep vital information from Darman about Etain’s pregnancy and forbade others to tell him the news until Skirata decided it was the right moment to do so. The secret was already kept for like half a year (and only Ordo and Jusik knew, the first learned the truth by accident and the other knew because of Force). Skirata did so to protect Darman as he thought it was the only correct course of action. We know Darman did not appreciate that once he learned from Etain about their son and Kal’s action broke the trust between them.
Darman ventured into territory he was reluctant to even think about. "Kal'buir knew."
"Yeah, but you said Etain would be in serious osik if the Jedi Thought Police caught her." Niner seemed to be going for mitigating circumstances. "And don't they take Jedi babies? She had her reasons."
But she had told him, and Kad wasn't any less at risk. The assumption was that the baby was Force-sensitive, or whatever they called it. That didn't make him a Jedi. Darman longed for a few sensible words from Jusik. He'd have the answers, and if he didn't, he'd still have some wise words on the situation that might make Darman see the positive side and a way of picking up again from here. It struck him that his first thought wasn't to pour his heart out to Skirata.
[...]
Regular humans grew up knowing what families were, what parents did even if they didn't have one. In Darman's wholly artificial world on Kamino, during the years that mostly shaped him, Darman had worked out something vital; that there was such a thing as a father, and Kal Skirata filled that gap in his life. He'd seen Jango Fett from time to time-and his son-and known that he was grown from the man's cells, but he never felt the connection with him that he felt with Skirata. Humans were just like any other creature in the galaxy. Their instinct was to breed and look after their young, and cloning humans and growing them in vats didn't change that one bit.
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Niner clicked his teeth in annoyance. "Well, you can forget the practical problems, and we can get you through the bad feelings. We always have. Vode An, right?"
Actually, Niner was wrong. He was very wrong. Darman was in a place he'd never been before, and it was about more than suddenly finding he had a child out there somewhere. It was about trust. The galaxy was all lies, and even his job was built partly on deception, but as long as there was one area that he knew was real and that wouldn't crumble under him, he felt safe.
That part wasn't Etain. It was Kal'buir.
"He knew," Darman said "and he never told me."
"Kal?" Corr asked.
"Why wouldn't he tell me?"
"Because he knew you'd go off the deep end like this."
"Don't I have a right to know? I mean, he always told me I was a man with the right to control my own life, but now he decides what's good for me and what isn't."
Niner cut in. "Give him a break. Kal'buir wasn't the one who got pregnant and kept quiet about it."
"Well, if he had a reason for not telling me, it's either because he thought I was too stupid to handle it, or that Etain's problems were more important. I mean, it's not like I'd tell anyone else, is it?"
"Or," said Niner, "maybe he decided that because you and Etain are two adults, he was staying out of your private business."
It made sense. Niner always did. But it didn't placate Darman one bit. He was starting to find definite thoughts solidifying in the fog of painful emotions, and three of them loomed like rocks: that he wasn't trusted by people he loved and trusted that he wasn't sure now if he could trust them, and that he had a nameless, formless, desperate animal need to see his kid even if he wasn't sure what a father in his position was supposed to do.
Well, he could hang on to that. And he knew what a father's job was. He'd had what he thought was the best role model in Skirata, although doubts about that now gnawed at him. [Order 66]
(Darman’s accusation that Skirata did not tell him the truth “because he thought [he] was too stupid to handle it” is, ironically, an echo of Vau’s made in a previous book.)
Back then in True Colors, of all the people gathered to hear the news about Etain’s pregnancy, only Vau pointed out the unfairness done to Darman but also Skirata treating him not like a man he was but a helpless child or simpleton. Mereel, who was confrontational toward Kal about keeping the secret from Nulls other than Ordo, did not take any part in the discussion, nor Jusik who befriended Omega Squad in previous book(s).
Ultimately, Vau did not involve himself into this charade more than necessary. He did not agree with Skirata, but didn’t go against the man’s plan (and to be honest, if he did and tried to reveal the secret, the outcome most likely would end much worse). Like he said, there was no right choice at that time, especially since the secret already lasted a few months. 
Surprisingly, the matter giving the choice to clones vs decision made for them was brought up twice in the same book. Again, by Walon Vau:
“You do realize,” he said to Skirata, “that if the troopers were given a choice, most would opt to stay in the army anyway?”
    “I do. We all prefer the comfort of what we know best.”
    “They’d be as dead as volunteers as they’d be as slaves, Kal.”
    “But they’d have a choice, and that’s what makes us free men.”
    “Actually, that’s a load of osik. Plenty of free beings in the galaxy don’t have a vote and don’t get a choice about what they do each day. There’s a very blurred line between slavery and economic dependence.”
On one hand, it is good to see both Mandalorians, at least in theory, took into account that men they try to save may choose a different life, even if the choice ultimately leads only to their death. Interestingly, it is Kal who says that having a choice is what matters the most because he himself witholded said choice (knowledge) from Darman and to some degree from Ordo by keeping him at his side almost through the whole war. Vau on other hand pointed the blurred line between slavery and economic dependence and its impact on “people’s freedom”. It could be just one of Vau’s more personal thoughts, most likely linked to his own background (and he for sure has some interesting personal opinions about the world) but it could be also read as a point about clones choosing to run away from the army. It is Kal and Walon who have the money and therefore the power over other, more vulnerable characters - not only clones, but Laseema and Etain as well. Both women did not experience real independence due to one being a female Twi'lek working for a Hutt in his night club and the other being a Jedi, with no money, family or personal contacts to be in position of making choices for themselves. It may not be intended to read like that but in the perspective of the story, Vau’s words hold the truth. Giving clones a choice is not good enough, if they were still economy dependent on someone’s good will. 
And yes, Skirata was shown through the story as a doting father who buys his sons sweets and gives them a lot of credits to have fun between missions but clones did not own the money, did not have bank accounts, weren’t paid by army/Republic. It was a gift but gifts can be witholded, can be taken back or create the feeling that something should be given in return. Clones were dependent, not only in the economic sense. 
Frankly, the first(?) time Kal brought the plan to open all Nulls their own private bank accounts - and with them, independence and privacy from his control - happened in Order 66, three years into war. And that so far was only about Nulls.
"I hear that store does very good nut slice."
Skirata fished in his pockets automatically and crammed a stack of credit chips into Mereel's hand.
"Time we got some bank accounts sorted out for you all," he said.
Mereel shrugged. "We're not short of creds, any of us."
"I mean real bank accounts, not skimming off the Republic's budget. In case anything happens to me."
"Buir, we can slice into any banking system in the galaxy, like Mij said. We're big boys now. And nothing's going to happen to you."
Skirata walked a precarious line between wanting to protect his adopted sons from an unforgiving galaxy and giving them the space the Republic denied them to be independent. It was a parent's dilemma, magnified many times and complicated by their accelerated compressed life spans. He didn't want to dole out pocket money to them like kids; these were fighting men, and they deserved the wherewithal to lead their own lives, all the simple routine choices that citizens had.
"I don't mean money laundering," Skirata said. "I'll get Jaing to set up personal accounts for you all. Private, to spend as you like. None of my business."
So in that regard, we see progress, at least within the relationship between Kal and Nulls. Vau, after robbing a bank and giving money to Skirata, made it clear the funds were also for his own former trainees: "But remember my men, too, Kal. If they need help when the time comes … I expect it to be given.“
Vau brought the matter of giving the choice to clones and respecting their decision again in Order 66 and even asked when Kal is planning to inform rest of his squads:
"Look," Skirata said. "That's the easy bit. The hard bit is getting Omega out now. And Etain. The Nulls can come and go because Zey and his cronies are used to that, but the others are pretty visible. Have you spoken to Delta?"
"No. They'll get to hear, and then they can make their own choice. What about your other squads? I know Omega's your pride and joy, but when are you going to put the word out that there's a haven for the others, too?"
"When we're sure Kyrimorut is secure and everyone's settled."
"Okay."
"Walon, I know I've bitten off more than I can chew. But I had to try. And I think we're as close to pulling it off as ever."
Vau sighed. "Okay."
And to be honest, Vau’s okay doesn’t sound that much convincing? I don’t know, but it feels like this discussion was already done and repeated off panel and either Skirata’s choice to keep the secret from clones or waiting so long is not satisfying yet Vau, which really no better choice to not jeopardy their operation, keeps to the plan.
Vau is going to tell the truth to Deltas, is going to offer them the safe place but the ultimate choice must be made by clone commandos themselves. Not him. Not Kal. Deltas alone. 
Vau once again brought the possibility of clone commandos choosing to stay in army, as was seen in Imperial Commando: 501st in regard to Darman and Niner:
"If you're that worried," Vau said, "all you have to do is comm them."
Skirata didn't take his eyes off the log balanced on the chopping block. He'd had one accident too many with axes when he was distracted.
"If they're doing a delicate job, I might comm just at the wrong time... " Skirata lined up his ax, swung, and split another log in two neat halves. It was a kind of meditation-nothing mystic, just living in the moment by repeating simple and necessary actions without thought, the best way of quieting the mind. "Like just then, in fact."
"You realize that Niner and Darman could have left Imperial City under their own steam by now? They're commandos, for goodness sake. Getting out of places is what they do best-after getting in, of course."
"Yes, but they haven't. That tells me they need extracting."
"That's what worries me," Vau said.
"Meaning?"
"Darman's got a son here. Even Niner agreed to desert in the end. They had every reason to get out as soon as Niner could walk again. But they didn't."
"You know as well as I do that you have to pick your moment to exfil in a situation like that."
Skirata hadn't wanted to think about it, but he wondered if he'd judged it all wrong and the two clones wanted to stay in the army. If they did, then it was all his fault. He'd been responsible for keeping Etain's pregnancy from Darman, not one deceit but a daily cycle of lies until the kid was a toddler. If Darman hadn't bonded with his son enough to put being with him above everything, then it was because Skirata had set him a rotten example as a father. And Niner-Niner had an unshakable sense of duty and responsibility that Skirata had nurtured.
I trained them to be perfect soldiers. Now I want them to forget all that and come and play renegade Mando here with me. What can I expect?
"Yes," Vau said, as if he'd been having an internal debate with himself during Skirata's long silence. "I'm getting too anxious. Too much idle time on my hands. They were just waiting for the right moment."
"No point fighting your way out when you can walk out," Skirata said. He glanced at the chrono on his forearm plate. "Lunch. Come on, let's spend some quality sha'kajir time with our highly qualified comrade."
More surprisingly, this is a rare moment in which Vau did not push the matter and, well, went soft on Kal (and himself?) instead of focusing on the “worst scenario”. Delta Squad wasn’t mentioned in this paragraph but the “Getting out of places is what they do best-after getting in, of course” statement by logic applies to them too. Up until the last book, commandos wishing to stay in the army was a possibility but not already made a choice. Now both Mandalorians slowly must come to terms with the harsh reality that some of their “boys” may not choose them over the Empire.
And that brings us to another issue that Kal and Walon at some point will need to face - losing control over their trainees, and said control has many layers. The most obvious one is the military rank that both once hold over clone commandos. In regard to Vau, we already saw glimpses of him giving up this power and separating himself from the former role of training sergeant. It does not magically change the already established (also in abusive way) dynamic between him and Delta Squad (and Atin) but definitely is a first step in a right way.
To be honest, Vau’s choice to remain “civilian” is unexpected in the sense that the army had been his whole life since he was disinherited by biological family and ran away from Irmenu. He wanted to be a soldier since he was a small boy so to fulfill his dream and/or to spite his father he joined the Mandalorians and was one of them for literal decades. 
Vau’s choice to step away from military rank  was a constant decision from Triple Zero to the end of the story. In the mentioned book, it was a necessary part of the Skirata’s operation so he could do the dirty job without any official ties to General Zey and the army. 
But then the prologue of True Colors alone provides us with this:
 "Sarge..." Scorch looks at the security locks on the strong-room hatch with the appraising eye of an expert at breaking the unbreakable. That's how I trained him: he's the best. "Sarge, we got what we came for. Why are we robbing a bank?"
    "You're not robbing it. I'm robbing it. You're just opening a door." This is about justice. And relieving Separatists of their wealth stops them from spending it on ar maments, after all. "And I'm a civilian now."
in which Vau reminded Scorch he did not hold that power over Delta Squad anymore. Even if he still sees Delta as his boys, the dynamic and dependence between them shifted and he himself contributed to that. Of course, the old habits die hard and the same as Scorch and his brothers still used a military rank to address Vau, Vau himself kept falling back to an authoritative figure that gives orders and demands obediences, like here:
"Go on, get out of here." I walk down the corridor lined with unimaginably excessive wealth: rare precious metals, untraceable credit chips, priceless jewels, antiques, industrial secrets, blackmail material. Ordinary credits aren't the only things that make the galaxy rotate. The Vau family box is in here. "I said dismiss, Delta."
    Boss stands his ground. "You can't carry it all on your own."
    "I can carry enough." I can haul a fifty-kilo pack all right, maybe not as easily as young men like them, but I'm motivated and that shaves years off my age. "Dismissed. Thin out. Now. This is my problem, not yours."
Except, as the next chapter showed, Delta did not follow his orders like they used to do on Kamino and Boss even threw back at Vau the “you are civilian now” argument to establish a different set of rules between them. 
    Vau wasn't used to anything other than instant obedience from his squads. He'd drummed it into them on Kamino, the hard way when necessary. Skirata thought you built special forces soldiers by treats and pats on the head, but it just produced weaklings; Vau's squads had the lowest casualty rates because he reinforced the animal will lo survive in every man. He was proud of it.
    "You did," Boss said, "but you look like you need a hand. Anyway - you're not our sergeant any longer. Technically speaking. No disrespect... Citizen Vau."
[...]
    "I should have thrashed more sense into you, then," Vau said. He unfolded a plastoid bivouac sheet and knotted the corners. It was always a bad idea not to plan for the most extreme situation: he'd been certain he would only take what was rightfully his, but this was too good to pass up. "Okay, you and Scorch hold this between you while I fill it."
The status of civilian was again mentioned in Order 66:
"Are you on brigade strength again, Sarge?" Scorch asked.
"No. Still civilian status." Vau wore a slightly preoccupied frown that didn't seem to have anything to do with the business at hand. "That way I can tell Zey where to stick his orders without feeling I've lost my military self-respect. An army that refuses orders is a rabble." [Order 66]
Vau stayed close to his former students and Skirata clan but not exactly as part of the military chain of command. He did not hold power over clone commandos like Kal, who due to holding still the sergeant rank was directly involved in military matters. 
Skirata was the papa Kal to his trainees while Vau was a much more strict and less emotional type of training sergeant. Walon’s status of “citizen” does not undo all the trauma and hardship Deltas - and Atin - endured for years but at the same time the books gave us the starting points in which said commandos determine their relationship with Vau on their own terms rather than dictated by the ex-sergeant. In the case of Atin, it wasn’t just a murder attempt (Triple Zero); he was one of Skirata’s boys now and Laseema’s boyfriend (later husband), so did not need Walon in his new life and though there was sort of relative peace between both men, Vau stayed away as possible, until Atin himself offered the older man to start anew:
“[...]We're going very soon, son, and you better be ready."
"I'm ready," Atin said. "We all are. Is Vau there?"
"Yeah ..." It was still thin ice, even if hostilities between the two men had been shelved for the duration. "Want to talk to him?"
"No, just tell him that the war's over between us. It really is. Back home, we start anew. Cin vhetin."
Vau heard anyway. Skirata put the link back in his belt.
"I only ever did it to make sure they survived, whatever happened," Vau said. "I'm not a sadistic man." [Order 66]
Deltas started to define the boundary between their military affiliation and the civilian status of Vau. It may be not much yet, and there are plenty of important matters to unpack for all of them to deal with trauma and long-lived effects of abuse, but the book series at least hints at Vau's willingness to step away from the former dynamic he had with his trainees. 
With Skirata, the matter is complicated because his relationship with clones is more tinged with emotions and sometimes it is harder to step away from that kind of dependency. 
Like I said before, for me Vau seems to train his clones not only to have the almost animal will to survive no matter what, but also to not need him (father figure) when they are old enough and on their own. Atin especially is more confrontational than average commando, more independent and willing to ditch former sergeant and army to have the life he chooses for himself. And though he cares deeply for Skirata, I’m pretty sure his stubbornness/strong will would not be clouded by sentiment if Kal oversteps his hard-won trust. But Atin was trained by Vau and to some degree holds a similar mindset to his former training sergeant, whether he likes it or not. 
The rest of Omega and Nulls though are a different matter, for they all share with Skirata strong emotional ties that in a way blind them to some of Kal’s questionable traits. Vau was more prone to physical violence and emotional distance as far as books showed us thus it is easier to call him on wrongdoings, while Kal’s methods at times fall more into emotional blackmail - due to lack of “safe” emotional distance, characters are prone to feel guilty about how their actions had upsetted the old Mandalorian rather than either hold him accountable or put own mental health over his feelings. Whether he did that on purpose or out of habit/subconciousion, is up to individual interpretation, however the text provided enough examples that Kal does not like to lose control over the situation and involved people and is not always capable (willing?) to separate himself from the power he had over his sons and/or subordinates. 
A serious issue he sometimes acknowledged himself.
So we have this:
"Vau's handed the stash over to me, Bard'ika." Skirata was going to have to tell Vau about the apparent end of the Kamino contract, too. He had commandos in the field who were due their chance at life as much as anyone. The more Skirata's plan took detailed shape, the more people there'd be who needed to know things, and that always sat uncomfortably with him. "What you don't know can't burden you, son. If it all goes shu'shuk, you can at least look Zey in the eye and say you had no idea what I was up to." [True Colors]
Sharing details about his plans always sat uncomfortably with Skirata. How much of this is the result of working for so long as mercenaries and how much his natural controlling tendencies are up to debate.
Skirata was a magnet for waifs and strays; if someone was looking for a sense of belonging, Skirata could make them feel they belonged like nobody else. It was the necessary skill of a sergeant, someone who could bond troops with the intensity of a family, but it was also the authority of a father, and he often couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. He wasn't sure that it mattered. Jusik-clever, lonely, and increasingly at odds with Jedi policy-radiated a need for acceptance: the result was inevitable. Skirata struggled to find the line between taking advantage of the Jedi's vulnerability and getting the best deal for his clones. [True Colors]
For Kal the line between “sergeant” and “father” was blurred to the point  “he often couldn't tell where one began and the other ended” while also didn’t really think it is important to separate those two roles (“He wasn't sure that it mattered.“). He was fond of Jusik to the point, he offered to adopt the Jedi as his own son, yet he was aware his interest in the younger man was not completely selfless - an issue that was mentioned through the pages of the books, in regard to Bardan, Etain and Besanny, often by Ordo. How much they use befriended people, a concern that Kal usually downplayed as said people knew what they got into. Which is questionable, since they all were people in desperate need to belong to his clan either because they did not have a true family on their own or were romantically involved with Kal’s sons so they crawled his approval.
Or:
"I've got to get back to HQ," Ordo said. "Kal'buir, please don't take risks, okay?"
It was a feeble thing to say to a mercenary, and Ordo knew it. "I'm going to retrieve Kad'ika and the ladies, and then we grab Uthan," Skirata said. "Can you find a way to recall Omega?"
"Have they said they're willing to desert?"
"Not in so many words. Sometimes you have to give folks a nudge to save themselves."
Skirata had learned nothing about giving others choices. He'd kicked straight back into father-knows-best mode, despite the fight with Darman; but that blind reflex had saved Ordo and his brothers, and it was impossible to condemn it. When it went right, it was salvation. [Order 66]
In which despite the ongoing emphasis seen in each book how clones were real men and therefore should have a choice and the backlash of not telling Darman about his child, Skirata falls back into father (he) knows the best mindset. What corresponds with Darman’s accusation that Skirata “always told me I was a man with the right to control my own life, but now he decides what's good for me and what isn't." [Order 66]. 
Kal did not learn anything from his own failure even though he encourages his sons to enjoy their (adult) life at every opportunity. The issue of making decision for others without asking about his family’s opinion first was also raised by Skirata himself in Imperial Commando: 501st:
"I'm not much of a father if I can't make my kids feel secure, am I?"
"You're a terrific father. It's just been a very traumatic time. Not even Ordo's immune to that."
"No, I'm not a good buir, because I make decisions for my aliit without asking their opinion," Skirata said. "Bard'ika, I owe you an apology. I made a decision for you. I shouldn't have."
"It can't have been that bad," Jusik said. "But tell me anyway."
What takes us back to Vau’s point of treating Darman - and by extension other clones - as a child or simpleton and his constant remarks about choice the commandos must make on their own. Kal definitely struggles with that and the lack of separation between sergeant and father for sure doesn’t help, for his former trainees will always easily fall back into the best known dynamic (military hierarchy). Through the story we could see Vau’s men not following his authority (Deltas in TC) and redefine their relationship with their former instructor (Atin). In contrast, Ordo often remarked he and Nulls wished to be seen by their father as adults and thus, allowed to make their own decisions yet he rarely confronted Kal about this matter, out of loyalty and the feeling of debt he owed the man for saving Nulls. The one, the most direct confrontation happened in True Colors, when Mereel’s scheme comes to life to break Ko Sai’s spirit. Ordo destroyed the supposedly only chip with kaminoan scientific data. According to Mereel, everything his brother said then was the truth.
"Ord'ika?"
    Skirata tried not to show his shock, but it wasn't working. His voice jammed in his throat and struggled to shake loose.
    Ordo stood forward of the hatch, looking out to sea in the growing dusk, and folded his arms. "I'm sorry, Kal'buir."
    What am I going to do? How the shab can I start over now? We had it, we had it all, we were so close.. .
    "Just-just tell me why, son." How could he do this to me? What did I do to tip him over the edge? "I know you're upset. I know you're worried about Fi."
    Mereel caught Skirata's arm. "Nothing you can do, Buir. Let's start again and shake everything out of Ko Sai."
    Skirata resisted Mereel's pull at his sleeve. "Give me a minute, son. You go warm her up for me. I need to talk to Ordo."
    Skirata knew there was no point in being angry with the lad: this was all his fault. It was so easy to see only the clever, courageous, loyal side of Ordo and his brothers, all their wonderful qualities, and forget how badly damaged they all were at their core. No amount of love could erase what had been done to them at a critical time in their development. All he could do was patch them up, and he was willing to do that until the day he died.
He stood beside Ordo and put his arm around him, not sure now if that would result in a flood of tears or a punch.
    "Son, you know how much I love you, don't you? Nothing will ever change that."
    "Yes, Buir."
    "I just need to know why you did that after all the trouble we went to in getting that data."
    Ordo's jaw muscles twitched. He didn't look Skirata in the eye like he usually did. "This is all about having a choice. That's what matters, isn't it? But even now, we're still under a Kaminoan's control because she's got information she won't give us. Well, I'd rather live fifty years on my own terms than a hundred on hers. And now she'll know it. The information she's withholding is worthless. I've taken her power away for good."
    "But I just wanted to give you a full life. You deserve that."
    "But we're men, Kal'buir, and I know you've given up everything for us, but you can't keep making decisions for us like we're kids."
    That hurt. The physical pain in Skirata's chest, like a heavy stone pressing down inside, got a little worse. "But what about your brothers, Ord'ika? What about all of the ad'ike who didn't get to choose?"
    "There'll be other ways around this." No point arguing. He'll feel bad enough about it when he comes to his senses. "Sure. We'll forget it for the while and concentrate on Fi, and Etain's baby, and then we'll have a re-think. Ko Sai isn't the only geneticist in the galaxy. Is she?" But even the Kaminoan ones need to get her back, and they're the best. It s over. I'll keep trying, but unless there's a miracle. . .
    The galaxy didn't do miracles. It only gave you what you took from it. Skirata was persistent to the point of wasted obsession, and maybe even beyond, but even he reached a point where he sank beneath the weight of a task. There'd been just too much bad news today. Perhaps tomorrow would be better. They still had a fortune to fall back on. Ordo turned around, looking like a scared little boy again for the first time in ages. There was nothing Skirata couldn't forgive him.
    "I've hurt you, Kal'buir, and I can't undo that. But I'll make it up to you, I swear."
    "You don't have to, son." I forgot they hadn't seen Ko Sai up close since she finished testing them and told them they were going to be put down. I stuck abused kids in front of their abuser and expected them to cope. What was I thinking? "You don't owe me a thing."
Kal reasecuring Ordo he loves him no matter what happened was a good start of the discussion. Yet the most outstanding part of the confrontation is how Ordo’s straightforward words didn’t make Skirata reflect on his personal flaw nor how his overprotectiveness (controlling habit) suffocated his son to the point of destroying the supposedly one and only chip needed by them (the story behind Ordo’s action is deeper than just reaching a breaking point but Kal did not know that at this point of the story). Instead, the truth hurt the old Mandalorian deeply almost in a physical way and the focus soon changed from Ordo’s need to be treated as an adult (making own choices) to how Kal’s feels and, well, stayed focused on Kal. Ordo’s point was pushed aside for the overwhelming guilt, even though for the first time he openly spoke about the problem. Of course, part of the blame is how the narrative (Kal’s POV) is egoistical by its nature - and to be honest, even in the aftermath scene of destroying the chip, the moment in which Kal comfort his son, Mandalorian’s thought run along the line “How could he do this to me?”, like he was the main victim of the situation. Which is why I find the shift of focus uncomfortable. There is no conclusion to the Null’s inner conflict between “dutiful son” and “wish to live his own life”, as Ordo falls back into prioritizing father (his savior!)’s emotions over personal mental health, while Skirata does not really bother to talk with Ordo or other Nulls to actually solve the slowly yet visible increasing matter of their independence. I think the closest attempt to give his boys some personal space and privacy was his wish to grant them their personal, legal, bank accounts in Order 66 but I’m not sure if the plan was realized in the end. 
Sadly, this seems like a recruiting theme, as another confrontation happened in Order 66 with a similar outcome. Which leads us back to Darman, whom Kal on purpose lied to. Skirata concealed the truth about Darman’s child (while the text keeps highlighting on every occasion how fatherhood is so important to Mandalorian men) and even made other characters cover up for the situation (especially Laseema and Bardan, two people befriended by all members of the Omega Squad). Of course, one may argue Kal did that to protect Darman but once again, his protectiveness took away the choice from his sons. A choice the Mandalorian himself defined as something that makes people free men (“But they’d have a choice, and that’s what makes us free men.”)
Darman’s reaction to the news about having a son was to cut off from Etain and Kal. It took him some time to finally face his sergeant/father about the months of lying to him in the face. When he and Kal finally met to talk, the first thing Skirata did was to say sorry and hug his son - something Darman noted was his usual way to sort out the problem but also that affection is not enough to fix it:
But Skirata walked through the 'fresher doors in his civilian rig-brown bantha-hide jacket and brown pants-which was slightly at odds with his heavy Mando boots. Vau stood behind him in his black beskar'gam with his helmet under one arm, Mird at his side.
"Dar'ika," Skirata said. "Come here, son."
And Darman did despite himself. He stood up and let Skirata throw his arms around him. Kal 'buir thought a manly hug sorted a lot of problems, and generally he was right. This time, though, it was going to take more than affection to fix things.
"I'm sorry," Skirata said. "I know you're upset."
Atin, Corr, and Niner leaned against the lockers, moral support for their brother. "Why didn't anyone tell me, Buir?" Darman asked. "Why did Etain lie to me? What did she think I'd do? Is she ashamed of me?"
"Shab, no, son." Skirata's face was anguished and exhausted. "She adores you. It was me-I stopped her telling you. She wanted to, right from when she knew she was pregnant, but I threatened I'd take the kid away from her if she didn't do as I said."
Darman didn't believe him. Skirata might have been a pitilessly hard man, no stranger to violence, but he was the kindest of fathers. He'd never have threatened Etain.
"Don't cover for her, Kal'buir."
"I'm not. It's true. Ask Ordo-he walked in on the row, and I'm not going to dress it up. I stopped her telling you, and that was wrong, whatever the circumstances."
Darman didn't like the feeling growing in his gut right then. Skirata had been the sole anchor in his childhood the only adult he trusted, his shield against the Kaminoans and everything that scared him. He wanted this not to be true. Etain-Etain was a Jedi, and as much as he loved her, she wasn't a foundation in his life like Skirata had been.
"You put my son in my arms," Darman said, "and didn't tell me who he was."
"I swear to you, son, ori'haat, we were going to tell you then. But you said that you weren't ready For babies. So we decided against it."
"We."
"All right, me. Leave Etain out of it. She's a kid like you, never had the chance of a normal life, and she did her best-because she needed something to love when she wasn't allowed to, ever. She loves you, and she loves Kad. I'm the one who should have known better."
Darman knew what was happening inside him now. He recognized it. So did Niner; he moved a little closer, as if he was going to take Darman's arm and tell him it was okay, and things would be better now.
Darman was angry and hurt. He knew he had to let that steam vent out carefully. "Why did you stop her the first time?"
"I thought it would distract you when you were fighting, and you'd get yourself killed," said Skirata. Vau was still silent. In a room full of soldiers, there was now really only Skirata and Darman. "And I didn't know if you could take it emotionally. A lot of men with more life experience than you run away when they find out they're going to be a dad."
"So am I a man, like anyone else, or am I always going to be a kid who needs everything done for him?"
"Look, I was wrong." Skirata looked rough now; his eyes glazed with unshed tears, and his voice was shaky. "You should have been told. You should have been there when Kad was born. I took that from you, and I'll never forgive myself."
Yeah, this wasn't about Etain. Somehow, for all the knowledge he lacked of normal family life, Darman knew-felt-that she was in as big a mess as him, but Skirata was the grown-up, the seasoned warrior, the father, the veteran sergeant, the one who should have taken the situation in hand.
"I want to see Kad," Darman said. "When we go off duty tonight, I want to see my son."
"And Etain?"
Darman thought. Yes, he could face her now. He nodded. But he wasn't satisfied. The floodgates had opened, and he couldn't close them. He had to know everything. "What's happening, Kal'buir? I mean-the rest of it? We know we don't get told everything, but you're always up to something, and you don't tell us. You said problem when I commed you."
Skirata looked at Vau, who shrugged and went to stand guard at the doors with Mird. Skirata held out his hand. "Come on. Buckets-show me all your helmets are offline."
Understandably, Darman did not believe Kal - the kindest father in his mind - to be capable of mistreating Etain the way he did. But at the end of their argument, Darman came to the opposite conclusion. That Etain was in the big mess like him all because of Skirata. In that moment of revelation, Darman felt betrayed and hurt but also angry for being treated like a hopeless child.   
Vau did not bother to make any excuse for Skirata, which makes sense as he did not agree with his decision to withhold such crucial information. I’m not ever sure why he came with the other Mandalorian, as he doesn’t act supportive for Kal, at least not the way Atin, Niner and Corr provided emotional support for their brother. Considering how in the upcoming paragraphs Vau will grow impatient by Skirata’s actics when Darman demands the truth about what Mandalorians and Nulls were doing so far, I think Walon was there more to make sure Kal won’t back away from sorting out the problem for good than anything else. As could be seen below:
Skirata was talking about something to thwart the Chancellor. It was the first explicit proof Darman had that he was running his own operation-not in parallel with the Republic's interests, or outside them, but against them. Darman loved and respected Kal'buir, but he was under no illusions about his methods. He'd been up to something dodgy for a long time; Fi's extraction, the base on Mandalore, Ko Sai, the bank job on Mygeeto with Vau that Delta didn't talk about-something major was happening. Skirata was well off the chart.
And so were the Nulls.
"Just tell us," Darman said. "We're big boys now. Put your credits where your mouth is, if you meant what you said to me a minute ago."
Skirata paced slowly around the fresher with his head lowered, staring at the gray tiled floor as if he was working up to saying something awful. Vau was getting impatient at the doors, doing that sigh and head shake that meant he was going to cut in and tell them if Skirata didn't. But Darman wanted to hear it from Kal'buir.
"For shab's sake tell them, Kal," Vau said.
Skirata let out a long breath. "Ad'ike, what I'm going to tell you must not, absolutely not, go beyond us. Do you understand? Not even if the Chancellor orders you to answer. Especially not then." He looked at Niner. "That means you, too. You're as straight as a die, son, but this isn't the time or the place for being Master Ethical."
So A'den had told Skirata about Niner's row with him over letting Sull desert and walk free. Niner drew his head back slightly as if he was hurt by the suggestion. "We're not going to like this, are we, Kal'buir?"
Skirata was all business again, eyes dry, as if they hadn't had the conversation about babies and lies at all. "This is a need-to-know job, not because I don't trust you, but because what you don't know usually can't drop you in it. Usually."
"We get it," Atin said. "Just tell us."
"It's not Jilka who's been mining the Treasury's data. It's Besany. And I got her to do it. We don't live in a world now where you get a lawyer and a trial-you end up committing suicide whether you want to or not, like that HNE hack."
It was a tough line to follow. But Niner, being Niner, tried.
"So you slot Jilka to save Besany."
"If you knew what Besany had found, Ner'ika, you'd understand. And it's not just about Besany."
"What the shab is it?" Darman snapped. "Come on, Kal'buir, spit it out."
Skirata dropped his voice almost to a whisper. "Palpatine's developing a new clone army. A big one."
People involved in the whole scene (not only in the quoted part) needed to constantly push Skirata to spill the truth. Not really surprising, as Kal already noted in a previous book about not liking sharing details of his plans. So we have Vau, Darman, Niner and Atin asking again and again to tell what the commandos should know.  
Skirata revealed to Omega Squad that Palpatine got another clone army but not raised on Kamino and for the first time openly admitted there is a safe escaping route for clone deserters. But with that knowledge comes a painful truth that Skirata ran his own operations in secret, against Republic’s best interest and by extension, the clone troopers.
"Son, I don't know the full details, and it's not for want of trying." Skirata fastened his jacket, looking as if the snatched discussion was coming to an abrupt end. "But the more I find out, the less I think this is going to end well for the likes of you and me. I-The Nulls, Vau, and me, we've been getting an escape route together, and a refuge for any man who wants to leave the GAR without a body bag. And we're getting close to finding out how to stop your accelerated aging. It's a whole new life, ad'ike, a long one like any other human's. Are you in? Will you come with me when I say it's time to run?"
There was another communal silence.
Drip ... drip ... drip. Another leaky faucet joined the first in a quietly insistent chorus.
"So it's true about Ko Sai," Niner said at last.
"We didn't kill her, son, but we've got her research."
Every being needed some certainty in their life. Darman knew that some needed more than others, and he didn't need as much as Atin seemed to, but one thing he did need was to know that Kal Skirata was the honest foundation stone of the clones' sense of identity. Right now, there was nothing solid left under Darman. He was adrift. He couldn't rely on Kal'buir to level with him. The unknown and invisible was worse than incoming fire you could see.
"You never told us," Darman said quietly. "Again, you decide what we get to know."
"Dar, leave it," said Corr. "Soldier's lot in life, that is."
"Kal'buir, you kept us in the dark. Like you kept me in the dark about Kad." Darman found himself looking down into Skirata's eyes, oblivious of everyone else. The pressure in his head, right behind his eyes, felt almost like a bad dose of flu that had hit him in just a few moments. He couldn't hold it much longer. "What else don't you tell us? How can I trust you?"
"Dar, I'm sorry." Skirata put his hands on Darman's arms as if to soothe him, but Darman pulled away. "That's why I'm telling you everything now."
"I said, what else?"
"I'm not holding anything back. At least I don't think I am-"You wouldn't even know if you were lying. It's all just one big lie."
Skirata's eyes changed. Something went out of them; light, life, whatever, but Darman had wounded him. "Son, I'm not exactly an Asrat holy man, I admit that. But whatever I did, however stupid it was, I did because I love you boys more than you'll ever know."
"Liar," said Darman. "Liar."
And he punched Kal 'buir in the face.
Skirata’s lies pushed Darman to the point he doesn’t trust his father. He accused the Mandalorian again for withholding crucial information and in result, taking away choice, the same as happened with little Kad. More importantly, Darman repeatedly called Kal the liar.
IInterestingly, at the beginning of the argument about Darman’s son, Kal said “we” by including Etain, maybe as a way to lessen the burden of guilt? But once Darman pushed the issue, Kal came back to taking the whole blame. Here, he started the sentence as talking solely about himself but switched to including Nulls and Vau (“I-The Nulls, Vau, and me[...]”). Similar thing happened when Mereel was upset that Kal told only Ordo about Etain’s pregnancy. Back then Kal also went with the routine “us”, including Ordo even though the Null didn’t have any real impact on the issue and did what Skirata decided was the best course of action. Which makes me wonder about this tendency to lesser his fault by spreading it into other characters even though he was the one staring the problem on his own. Even the safe place for clones on Mandalore was his idea and without him, Null would not operate against Republic’s best interest, and in result, against other clones dutifully serving it.
It’s hard to blame Darman for the uncontrolled violent fit, as the revelation about his father’s lies and plans happening behind commandos’ back were the breaking point. Vau kicked out others from the room (and himself left too), so Skirata and Darman resolved the problem between themselves, which on one hand makes sense. However, violence itself wasn’t a correct solution as it didn’t change Kal’s controlling tendencies nor didn’t make Darman feel better at the end of it. Similar like with Ordo in True Colors, the narrative soon switched from clone’s raw emotions to overwhelming feeling of guilt for hurting the father:
The shock of the impact traveled up Darman's arm into his shoulder in slow motion. He heard the yells to stop, felt someone grab his arm, but shook them off. Skirata fell against the tiled wall. He started yelling, too; "Leave him, leave him, get out and leave us-" But the feeling didn't stop for Darman, not even when the punch exploded in pain, the feeling that his lungs were going to burst if he didn't get rid of this hammering pulse in his throat. Darman hauled Skirata upright and hit him again. He heard the oof and felt the spit on his face, but Skirata didn't hit back.
"It's okay, son," Skirata gasped, scrambling to his feet, arms held away from his sides. All Darman could see was blood, nothing else. "It's okay. Let it out. I asked for it."
Darman wasn't aware of much else for the next few seconds-maybe minutes, he had no idea-except hitting and hitting and hitting Skirata anywhere he could reach. No focus, no aim; there wasn't even Skirata, not really. There was just this weird rage, half terror, and Darman wanted it out of him because he couldn't draw another breath with it still inside him. Vau was shouting at the others to get out and leave them to it.
Then all Darman could hear was rasping breath. It was his own. Skirata was panting, too. When Darman looked down at his hands, they were raw and bleeding, and his first thought was that he hadn't put his armored gauntlets on, and he was glad. He landed back in reality, shocked. "Kal'buir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." Skirata leaned back against the wall, legs out in front of him. Darman could still only see the blood-not the face, just blood from the old sergeant's nose and mouth. Skirata wiped it with the back of his hand and smeared it everywhere. Darman was almost paralyzed with horror and regret; the smell of the blood made him feel unsteady. But he edged forward and lifted Skirata to his feet.
"Do you want to talk, son?" Skirata paused put one hand on the wall to steady himself, and spat into the nearest basin. He could hardly get the words out. "Or do you ... want to be alone for a while?"
"I'm sorry. Shab, I'm sorry, Buir-" "I'm sorry, too. It's okay. Come here." Skirata embraced him. He actually hugged him, although it felt as if he was also hanging on to him to stay upright. Darman felt he was now in a stranger's body, because he didn't know how he could ever have done such a thing to Kal'buir. He didn't know what had erupted from him. But it had gone away. And Skirata just held him as if he hadn't hurt him at all.
"Now, what do you need son?"
"I don't want to talk," Darman said. "But I don't want to be alone, either."
"It's going to be fine, don't you worry." Skirata spat more bloody saliva. Something hard pinged in the basin. "Everything's going to turn out okay."
And to be honest, Kal and Darman did not truly talk anymore about this moment, nor the issue of broken trust and lies that lead to this moment. Of course, it is understable that Darman felt sorry for what happened and that Kal chose to not fight back, as he didn’t want to hurt his son anymore. But for me the narrative again shifted from son’s [betrayed] feeling to how Kal suffered and the guilt did not leave commando for the rest of the story, while somehow it became irrelevant that Skirata was the reason everything went to hell in the first place. Because beating old Mandalorian down did not solve the problem, as Kal did not learn from his mistake. Again.
In True Colors, Ordo did not prioritize own feelings, did not try to establish a new, more comfortable dynamic between father and son. Instead he solely focused on Kal's pain even though he was the hurt party more than Skirata. In Order 66, Kal was held responsible for his own wrongdoing for a few paragraphs, but in the end, it was Darman that felt the most guilty for his violent fit, even though it was Kal’s lies and secret machination that pushed him into breaking point. 
All forgiven and not really spoken anymore. 
I’m not gonna say Kal turns the situation into presenting himself as the victim rather than the perpetrator on purpose, but it is concerning how the narrative went about this routine at least twice. His two different sons hit the breaking point and actually told him straight in the face how he doesn’t treat them as an adult and how his decisions affect their life, but it seems like the common conclusion is…somehow poor Kal suffers the most.
In that matter Atin and Darman are interesting parallel to each other. Trust of both at some point was broken by men who were their closest parental figures they had on Kamino and whose decisions lead to great suffering. Of course, with Atin, the physical abuse he experienced was never questioned by narrative. Whatever Vau said or felt, the characters and text itself hold him responsible for the beating, the scar and pushing his boys too far. It may not be exploited in great detail, as after Triple Zero this matter was sidelined for other plotlines. Yet despite how much Vau cared for his trainees (and I think no one should have any doubt of that seeing how far he has gone to ensure Kal’s dream comes true), narrative wise, it did not erase or change what Atin himself felt. The offering of forgiveness comes from Atin, on his - and only his terms and it took three years to happen. Sadly, we do not know much about what was happening between the men from True Colors to 501st, if they often interacted off-panel or actually sorted out the problem or why Atin changed mind at all. Of course physical abuse is easier to notice and condemn, so Vau’s cruel and harsh training does not let us dwell if this was abuse or not. Meanwhile Kal’s controlling tendencies lead to questionable decisions that hurt his sons and closest people around him yet often are presented by Skirata - and narrative - as good-intended, out of love. 
(Vau also claimed his harsh, outright abusive training comes from love for his boys but the hell is pavned with good intentions, isn’t it?)
Beside Kal’s tendencies to withhold crucial and/or private information leading to not allowing his sons (and Etain) make their own choices and dunno how to call this properly? In time of facing the consequence, turning people’s feelings to orbite and focus on his emotional pain, the other problem is how almost everyone in the main cast validates these repetitive, harmful behaviors. Obviously, Nulls will always put Kal above themselves, as he is their literal savior who one day showed up on Kamino and rescued them from death when they were just 2(4) years old and their modified genetic predisposition for loyalty solidified this mentality even more. For Omega commandos, Kal was their training sergeant and father in one, and the blurred line of authority, in my opinion, makes it harder to argue for themselves, as they lack the experiences and must rely on Skirata’s wisdom - at least until he broke Darman’s trust, but the guilt quickly put Darman back into “Kal is the best father”.
Then we have Jusik, who somehow lost his backbone once adopted as Kal’s son -  in the rare moment of Kal’s openly voiced self-critic about his controlling habits, instead of actually helping his father to find a balance between protectiveness and letting his kids to have a life they choose, Bardan supports the false belief that Kal does nothing wrong. 
Obviously, his treatment of Etain is the most prominent in the whole series as keeping on purpose someone wholly dependent on him - the pregnant Jedi needed Skirata’s help and would get it only under the terms set by old Mandalorian. And the terms included: him naming the child if Darman couldn’t (and the man couldn’t because he wasn’t told about having a child in the first place), him deciding when Darman should be told the truth, him sending Etain for self-exile on Quilira to hide her growing belly while under supervision from his “agents”, the Gurlans. 
Etain’s inner thoughts during her “exile” are in fact worrying. 
"You need to be careful," said a low, liquid voice. "Or we'll have your nasty little sergeant to answer to."
    Jinart brushed past Etain's legs. The Gurlanin shapeshifter was in her true form of a sleek black carnivore, but she could just as easily have transformed herself into the exact replica of Levet-or Etain.
    Nasty little sergeant. Sergeant Kal Skirata-short, ferocious, angry-had exiled her here for a few months. She'd fallen from grace with him. Now that she was several months' pregnant, she'd started to understand why. "I m being careful," Etain said.
    "He holds me responsible for your safety."
    "You're scared of him, aren't you?"
    "And so are you, girl."
    Etain draped her brown robes carefully to disguise the growing bulge of pregnancy and pulled another loose coat on top. Teklet was in the grip of winter, which was just as well: the excuse for voluminous clothes was welcome. But even without the top layer, she didn't look conspicuously pregnant. She just felt it, tired and lonely.
Etain’s first reaction to Jinart’s statement that she was scared of Skirata was to drape her robes to hide her pregnancy - a rather defensive gesture. There is no inner thought that Kal would never hurt her or take away the child as he promised to do if she did something against his will. It took months for Etain to think that Skirata sent her on this isolated planet for her safety, not as punishment for falling from his grace. The first things she associated with Skirata was “short, ferocious, angry”.
[...]
It's hard not to tell him. It's hard not to mention the baby when he asks how I am. His baby.
    But Skirata forbade her to tell him. She almost understood why.
    Jinart continued her progression of controlled leaps. She probably hunted that way, Etain thought, pouncing on small animals burrowed deep in the snow. "Skirata will be furious if you miscarry."
    Maybe not. He was angry enough when he found out I was pregnant. "I'm not going risk upsetting Kal. You know the politics of this."
    "I know he means what he says. He'll have a warship reduce Qiilura to molten slag if I cross him."
    Yes, he would. Etain believed him, too. Skirata would rip a hole in the galaxy if it improved the lot of the clone troops in his care. "Just under three months, and then I won't be your problem any longer."
Thinking that Kal would not be angry if she miscarried since he was furious when he learned she was pregnant? And then, I’m not going to risk upsetting Kal, instead of simply worrying about the child's safety as priority? Yeah, this is so wrong on so many accounts. 
Etain spent months feeling like Skirata was angry at her and him being actually nice to her was surprising. Even though Ordo already assured her Kal wasn’t angry at her. 
    "No . . . Bardan knew before I told Kal, actually. He sensed it." She let out a long sigh and clasped her hands on her belly as if it were much larger than it actually was. "Is he still angry with me?"
    "You'd know if he was [...]
and then:
And this was the first time she'd seen Skirata since their blazing row when she told him she'd let herself conceive without Darman knowing, and he'd exiled her to Qiilura. She felt stupid and selfish now, looking back on how she expected him to be the instantly doting grandfather, but one thing remained certain: the Force showed her she was right to have this child.
    She braced for either a frosty reception or a renewed rant on her shortcomings, one of which was being a Jedi. Skirata looked up.
    "Ad'ika!" he said, not a hint that they'd ever argued. "How are you, girl?"
    Oh. "I'm .. . okay, Kal, all things considered."
    "Look, I'm sorry Qiilura went to osik. I'd never have suggested it if I'd thought the vhette were going to put up a fight." He stood up and faced her with the awkward air of someone trying not to notice or comment on her bump, but it seemed to trigger some anxiety in him. Mereel still looked as if he was meditating. "Jusik's intercepted Delta. He can't steer them away from Tropix, not since our chatty Twi'lek buddy mentioned it to them, but he's giving them a very rambling and unspecific briefing on the geology of the islands." Ordo's comlink chirped, and he walked a few meters aft to sit on the cowling of the port drive to answer it. Mereel got to his feet and went to join him.
Etain and Kal’s relationship got better with time, but there is a visible uncertainty on her part - being again on Skirata’s good side wasn’t permanent and she could never know for sure for how long:
Etain drew her lightsaber out of her pocket and simply let Ko Sai see the hilt.
    "Come anywhere near me or my child," she said, "and you'll find out just how little I've embraced the peace and serenity they tried to teach me at the academy." Skirata winked at her. "Mandokarla ..." Mereel sat Etain down on a wide, deeply upholstered bench against the wall and shoved a few cushions behind her back. "He says you've got the right stuff."
    So she was back on Skirata's good side, for the time being anyway. [TC]
In the end Kal gave Etain permission to tell Darman the truth about having a child (something akin to one year after Venku’s birth). Yet up to the moment of seeing the newborn, Skirata actually planned to take the child away from Jedi. In the end, it was an emotional response to seeing little Venku in the arms of mother that changed his mind, no guilt for his prior action itself. 
One may argue that Etain was a “special case” as she was a Jedi and got pregnant without asking Darman if he would ever want to have a kid with her. But it does not change the fact that through the books we could see her emotionally unsure of her place in regard to Skirata, often in doubt if he was angry at her or not and actually being surprised when he acted as loving father toward her again. 
This uncertainty is not something she did feel around Vau. And she herself described Walon as a person who “always seemed utterly calm in the Force, even when he was shoving a vibroblade down someone’s gullet [O66].” The lack of any warning in the Force if she even irks him too much should be a concern yet Etain and Walon worked well despite their differences and Vau’s personal hate for Jedi. Even her shaky relationship with Ordo was easier to navigate. He may not like her in any special way but tried for Darman’s sake and the all eventual  “collisions” between them were usually discussed and sorted quite soon after the incidents.
But the emotional dependence wasn’t only seen with Etain. Ordo is especially the prominent example, as he got the most pages dedicated to his POV out of all Nulls.
In the previously mentioned scene between Etain and Ordo, the man himself admitted how Kal “just tries too hard to put the galaxy right” for them while he does not acknowledge that Nulls are now grown up men capable of facing the harsh world (“it isn't his job to do it now that we're grown men."). But when asked by Jedi if he ever told that straight up to Kal’s face, he denied it so Ordo’s wish to be treated as an adult was not voiced in the proper way. Not out of fear of his father (as Etain thought which speaks a lot about her own fear of Skirata) but because Ordo was “scared of not being worthy of him”. 
  "You'd know if he was. Kal'buir just tries too hard to put the galaxy right for us, but it can't be done, and it isn't his job to do it now that we're grown men."
 "Have you ever told him that?"
    "Not in those words, exactly."
    "So you're scared of him, too."
    "No. I'm scared of not being worthy of him."
    "No pressure, then ..."
    It was hard when someone devoted their entire life to your welfare, a mounting debt that never got paid. Ordo wanted to see Kal'buir get a decent night's sleep in a proper bed, and have his ankle fixed. He wanted him to find a nice woman to take care of him; in fact, he wanted all the things for his buir that the man wanted for his sons, more or less. "I'd better warn him we're coming when we drop out of hyperspace."
    "Why didn't you call him earlier?"
    "Because he would have told me to take you back to Coruscant, and I would never disobey him."
    "Even if he's wrong?"
    Ordo didn't always agree with Skirata, but that was a long way from him being wrong. "He needs me there."
This is just one example of many, in which Ordo idolizes Kal, as a father and savior, but lacks a certain emotional independence from the man. Because of that he goes with Skirata’s openly voiced decisions even if he personally does not agree with those. This is especially seen in Null’s modus operandi - he can’t disobey father because he is afraid to disappoint him. So to do things his way, Ordo avoids direct confrontation -  as long as he does not hear the proper decision (order) or is not asked a question to which he couldn’t lie to, he technically does not “break the rule”.  I find it problematic only partially due to Ordo circling around the task given by father instead of simply telling Skirata that he decided to do something differently than he was told. Alternatively, arguing that Skirata’s plan was too flawed and should not be followed through.
The other problem lies in the fact that Ordo and his brothers’ privacy is vulnerable and it is not even up to Kal’s good or ill intention. One wrong question, one ill timed remark, and Ordo may feel obliged to spill the beans. Like was noted in Triple Zero, when Ordo kept in secret Mereel’s return from Kamino, solely because he wanted to positively surprise his father.
    Ordo accepted it was a risk, but risks were relative. And Skirata hadn't expressed interest at his advanced ordnance skills, so he could still keep Mereel's return as a surprise.
    He was going to be pleased with Mereel's news on Ko Sai, too.
Normally, a person would keep that occurance a secret whether their father asked or not, but that would include a bit of non-harmful lying, something Ordo seems to not be comfortable with in regard to his father. This dependence of course is only partially due to strong emotional ties with Skirata. Mandalorian’s (emotionally) controlling issues could strengthen the problem, but its roots lie in how clones were raised and treated by Kaminoans way before any instructor showed up on Kamino. On that record, Sev’s anxiety may also be only partially the fault of Walon Vau, and be rooted in specific upbringing (additionally, data from Republic Commando game’s loading screen and Prima Guide book suggest that Sev may have psychological problems to begin with). 
Similar note how Nulls were dependent and tied to Skirata was done in True Colors (Besany’s POV):
Mereel shrugged. "That I took a big risk getting the information that led me to ask you for more information."
    "What's Kal's view on this?" She didn't even have to ask if Kal Skirata knew. The Nulls didn't seem to take a breath without asking him first. Their allegiance was to him, not the Republic; but while she could understand the power of his aggressive charisma, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea. "And what happens if I get caught?"
Even Jusik, who was on definitely better terms with Kal than Etain ever was, somehow lost his confidence after he officially became Skirata’s son.
As Kal noted himself, his family may be scared of his temper: 
"Interesting choice of mother figure." Skirata could hardly blame Gilamar for wanting to be the archetypal Mando buir to any child in need. He decided to worry about Scout later. "So has anyone else got a surprise for me?"
"Yes," said Jusik. "Djinn Altis. Etain was invited to join them with Kad and Dar if she felt like it."
Jusik blurted it out as if he wanted to rid himself of the knowledge. Skirata felt his chest sink under the weight of loss.
Etain could have survived Order 66, then.
Skirata was learning to stop himself running through endless what-ifs, because a different fork in the road had been taken. He couldn't change history, and he couldn't live with the pain of being reminded that things could have been different. He had to walk away and accept that was how things had turned out.
It was a massive effort. He usually failed.
"Bard'ika," he said, "if I ever make you feel you have to pick the right time to tell me things, I'm sorry. You should never have to tread on eggs with me, son."
He didn't mean it as a rebuke. He really did worry that his temper scared his family from telling him things.
"I just don't like opening wounds," Jusik said. "Altis said he'd like to meet you sometime."
"I'd like to meet him, too. Especially as Dar and Niner are keeping tabs on him." [IC: 501st]
Which really leaves Vau as the only one person willing and actually openly arguing with Skirata over crucial matters (Maze to some degree too, albeit he joined recently and it is not given he will stay with Skirata clan. Author’s notes for canceled Imperial Commando sequel hinted he would rather team up with Zey and have their own adventures in galaxy, far away from Skirata)
It makes sense that up to leaving Coruscant, neither Vau nor Skirata wanted to involve clone commandos into their scheme for their own and clones’ safety - or in case of Vau, to not let them cross between soldering and the criminal world (x)(x). But living on the planet Mandalore, this won’t be an acceptable excuse anymore. Nulls, Omega Squad and other troopers who came with Mandalorians or joined later, were promised a normal life, with full lifespan and freedom. Sooner than later they will want to live on their own terms, thus the military rank and built on it hierarchy shouldn’t matter and all former Mandalorian sergeants will need to accept said change. And by doing so, acknowledge the clones aren’t anymore the little boys they met a decade ago.
Here is the thing - Vau knew Nulls to some degree and most likely was told about them even more by Skirata but on Kamino he rather wasn’t privy to how the relationship between Kal and his boys truly looked. When he was looking at Skirata and Mereel during True Colors, he saw a father doting on his son and son loving deeply his father..
Vau was usually immune to Skirata’s polar extremes of emotion, but for a few seconds the old chakaar and his surrogate son simply looked at each other as if there was nothing that mattered in the galaxy, and Vau felt genuine envy.
It wasn’t Skirata he envied. It was Mereel, for having a father who doted on him so much he could do not wrong.
But now living in the same space, Vau can get a new perspective on the relationship between Kal and his sons, all the nuances of their informal hierarchy (Ordo the favorite son, Mereel the second prominent one, rest somehow in the background) or how said relationships affect the rest members of their clan. There should be no doubt that Skirata loved Nulls or Omegas or any other son that came along the way, but the text hinted on some questionable behavior of his that may stand out more than before. How Kal wants to be part of his men’s life but has trouble seeing them as actual adult people already caused serious troubles - and the case of Darman was not an isolated incident. His favoritism of Ordo affects not only Nulls and relationship between all members of the clan, but Ordo as person as well. Evan Kal’s approach to mental health of Nulls can be put into question, depending on the personal interpretation of provided texts from all books.
(Not to mention the possibility that some clones may come out as asexual or homosexual including clone/clone relationships or anything else standing out from the heterosexual normativity presented by the books. Kal Skirata and Mij Gilmar especially strike me as the straight men; Skirata deeply influenced trained by him clones in that regard, not to mention how the majority of characters suspiciously ended officially only in heterosexual marriages/relationship as far as we know. Vau stands out in that matter but more about that was presented in a different meta if anyone is interested).
  Vau asked once Skirata “How far is too far, Kal? Can you answer that?” In the Triple Zero the question was about the accepted line in training and how far they were willing to push their trainees to ensure their survival during war. However the question is also fitting the ongoing “conflict” in which Kal struggles to find the healthy balance between protectiveness of his boys and acceptance they no longer are terrified children who badly need him to tell them what to do.
It doesn't really matter if Vau was the more distant parental figure while Kal the comforting, openly emotional one because in the end both for years were part of a system that transformed little innocent boys into fully trained, hardened commandos. Vau’s abuse was more tangible and spoken about, but the books - especially Hard Contact and Triple Zero - mentioned Kal too threw verbal insults on his trainees, took part in live ammo exercises (and killed at least one commando by incident) and generally followed with what was expected from him. So at the end of the day, both are guilty of working for Jango Fett/Kaminoans and by doing so, supporting an abusive environment that treated clones as property first and foremost. I think it is right to assume Kal and Vau’s attempt to create a safe place for deserters from GAR is a form of seeking redemption, as both care deeply for their former trainees. 
However the big difference between Vau and Skirata is that text gives us strong ground to assume Walon in fact changed the way he interacts with clones, why Kal still struggles to separate himself from the authoritative parental figure. As he said himself, “A father's responsibility doesn't have an expiry date” [O66] yet Vau has also a solid point about not treating those men as children unable to deal with adult responsibilities and making correct choices. 
In Triple Zero, in Vau and Skirata’s first introduction - the first confrontation - Walon assured he has changed and so should Kal ("I've moved on," said Vau. "And it's time you did [...]”) which I think sums pretty much the difference. Because what we know about Vau from Kamino is different from how he now interacts with other people. There is no more violent act against Deltas for messing anything (as Sev worried) or Atin (minus their final fight in TZ, nota bene started by Atin himself) or any clone. Franky, beside all the operations against the widely understood “enemy”, Vau only once truly acted aggressively against his fellow companion, as was seen during confrontation with Kal about Order 66 / Jango’s revenge. We even heard him praising various characters through the story (for example: the whole team working on Coruscant, Etain, Mereel, Jaing) and when Scorch hit the breaking point, Walon apparently talked with him to ensure everything was okay - sadly off panel but since text does not mention it went horrible for Scorch, I think it is right to assume nothing worrying happened then. The point is, the text gave plenty of examples to assume that Walon in fact has changed, as he is not using any physical, emotional or verbal violence against his former trainees anymore and was even noted to “soften” during war (Scorch’s POV).
All of this of course does not magically undo the damage done to his boys and sadly, the book series does not really focus that deeply on Vau, Atin and Delta Squad’s relationship and their inner workings. We know more or less what Vau, Atin, Scorch and Sev were thinking about each other but we don’t see them interact directly that much. But at least there is a starting point to hope for the best. With Kal - and I’m saying it solely from my interpretation of his characters and source material - the matter is more worrying, as he time after time repeats the same mistake without learning from it. He takes charge of his sons’ life without actually asking for their opinion on the matter or forgets (ignore?) the power imbalance between them, in which especially Nulls struggle to oppose the decision made by their father (literal savior!). All because Skirata doesn’t like to lose control over plans/situations, thinks he knows the best and/or doesn’t think his sons will be emotionally ready to face the task or consequences of their decisions.  
So we come back to the main question of the analysis. How long will Walon tolerate Skirata’s bad habits before he will need to interfere and knock some sense in the man’s head about accepting clones’ choices? Because I do wonder about that a lot. 
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elegyofthemoon · 7 months
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see if ff13 were more popular we couldve had an official translation
but noooooo i have to go crawling around desperately so i can get my hands on hope estheim chapters with fear of translations being spewed bad 🙄
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#hmmm i can see how xanax can be addictive. especially if its not uncommon to grow tolerant to it at lower doses.#not gonna actually abuse it because it *is* my brother's and i *did* tell my parents i was only going to use it as a substitute for my#clonidine until i can get back on it. i'm not going to use up a medication someone else needs. i would never fuck someone over like that.#no matter what some people may believe. plus i really shouldn't be on any benzos long term anyways.#i'd much rather take the medication that helps me sleep and keeps me from having constant intrusive nightmares and stress dreams about the#people i love being harmed or dying‚ or the people who pretended to care coming back and hurting me more. i'd love to not have to deal with#that every fucking night. i'd love to just sleep and mundane dreams i don't even remember and actually get some rest. xanax doesn't do that#xanax just calms my constant anxiety enough to get my brain to shut off in time to sleep. it doesn't do much else for the sleep issues.#it DID make me feel pretty okay when i first took it but yeah not so much now and that's not its intended use but. yeah. i can see how it#can become addictive now. maybe now i have more leverage to get my fucking trauma medication back.#and try something other than fucking prozac. because prozac hasn't done SHIT for me and i'm sick of it i've gotten MORE irritable.#put me on zoloft or something idgaf just stop insisting i take this useless shit.#or paxil. or something other than an ssri i don't know i don't care#just give me something that'll stop me from wanting to kill myself isn't that the fucking *point* of these things?#ugh. whatever. i'm going to bed. i hate being alive. i hate being awake. i hate feeling. i hate everything.
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Creator Spotlight: @camberdraws
Hello! My name is Camber (any pronouns), and I’m a mixed media illustrator located in the southwestern United States. I love drawing everything, but I have a special interest in depicting strange creatures and environments, often accompanied by abstract imagery and mark-making. Professionally, I’ve worked creating concept art and 2D assets for museum exhibits, but currently, I am engaged full-time as a software developer and make standalone illustrations in my free time. I’ve been posting art on Tumblr since I was a teenager, and the site has been very welcoming towards my work to this very day!
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Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?
I’ve had an interest in drawing since I was barely sentient, but at thirteen years old I decided to become “serious” about art. I was all about reading tutorials and doing a ton of studies. I would tote my heavy instructional art books to school every single day (my poor back!) Despite all this, I decided to forgo art school in favor of a bachelor’s degree in Computer Science at my local college. Alongside my major, I received a minor in Art Studio with a specialization in fine art, which totally changed my views on creating artwork and drastically changed my style.
How has your style developed over the years?
As mentioned previously, my style did a 180 after I studied under some very skilled fine art professors! As a kid, my drawings were very realism-heavy and inspired by video game concept art. I mostly worked digitally, too. During college, I was thrown for a loop when we were instructed to do strange things like, for example, make a bunch of marks on paper using pastel, WITHOUT looking, and then turn said marks into a finished piece of art! I quickly and deeply fell in love with abstract work, and especially appreciated images that are not easily parsed by the viewer. Since then, I’ve made it my goal to combine abstract mark-making with more representational subject matter.
What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as an artist?
Hmmm, one habit I really enjoy as an artist is strictly tracking the amount of time I spend drawing! I currently work a full-time job wholly unrelated to art, so I have to be careful with my time if I want to spend enough hours drawing each week. I created a spreadsheet that allows you to enter the amount of minutes you’ve drawn each day and calculate how much drawing time you still need to reach your weekly goal (I aim for 20 hours a week.) Having such a clear, numbers-based objective keeps me motivated to work like nothing else!
Over the years as an artist, what were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?
I know this is a common inspiration, but Hayao Miyazaki’s work has been rewiring my neurons since I was a child. Seemingly all of my artistic interests can be summed up by the movie Princess Mononoke: it has strange/abstract creature designs, a strong focus on nature and environmental storytelling, and a mix of dark and hopeful themes. Additionally, I’ve been deeply inspired by video game series such as Zelda, Okami, Pikmin, and Dark Souls. But arguably, none of these have influenced me more than Pokemon! I’ve been drawing Pokemon since I could barely hold a pencil, and I haven’t stopped since! I believe my love of designing creatures originated with my endless deluge of Pokemon fanart during my childhood.
What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?
I’ve always been fascinated by 3D mediums and am so tempted to try them out! Whether that’s 3D models created digitally or sculptures made from clay, I profoundly admire artists who have this skill. Oftentimes, it feels like I don’t have time to delve into a totally different artistic paradigm. However, I feel very strongly that learning new skills can enrich your current work. I should take that advice and someday give 3D mediums a shot!
What is a recent creative project that you are proud of?
I am in the process of creating an art book (a dream of mine!) and have been executing smaller drawings of concepts I find interesting from both a visual and storytelling standpoint. A recent drawing for said book is that of a snail made of ink with an ink bottle as a shell, and it went absolutely viral! I’ve never had an experience like this as an artist before and it has been spectacular! I was able to open a shop using my newly acquired art printer and sell many prints of my snail. Creating something original, directly stemming from my interests, and having that resonate with so many people has been unreal. I couldn’t ask for more as an artist!
What advice would you give to younger you about making art that’s personal or truthful to your own experiences?
I would tell my younger self to chill out and experiment more! I was so caught up in the idea that I needed to have a realistic style to be considered “good.” I also believed that technical skill was the only measure of how worthy my art was. That’s not to say technical skill doesn’t matter, but I now firmly believe the creativity and voice of your ideas far outweigh the skill of execution in terms of importance. Technical skills should elevate ideas, not the other way around. Once I began to revel in strange ideas and stories for my work, depicted oftentimes in odd styles or mediums, I truly found my voice as an artist.
Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?
My peers here on Tumblr inspire me more than anything! Sharing my work with contemporaries and giving each other support brings me joy like no other, and keeps me motivated to continue creating. I wouldn’t be where I am today without them! @beetlestench, @theogm-art, @trustyalt, @ratwednesday, @phantom-nisnow, @svltart, @mintsdraws, @mothhh-hh, @jupiterweathers, @thesewispsofsmoke, @picoffee, @fetchiko, @kaisei-ink, and @pine-niidles just to name only a few!
Thanks for stopping by, Camber! If you haven’t seen their Meet the Artist piece, check it out here. For more of Camber’s work, follow their Tumblr, @camberdraws!
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ageofstarkey · 8 months
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lucky i love you ✰ m. riddle
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summary: you and matthéo had an argument the night before, and he still hasn’t apologized.
pairing: bf!matthéo riddle x reader
warnings: hmmm maybe slightly toxic matthéo?? lowkey?? idk y’all can decide for yourselves!! slight angst, nothing else really??
note: okay i don’t love the ending but i still think it’s cute so i’m posting anyway!!! i’m such a sucker for slightly toxic matthéo who’s soft for u and u only :’)
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“is there a reason you’re not talking to me?”
you startle softly at the sound of matthéo’s voice. you’d been intently ignoring him since he found you in the library, still quietly hurt about what he’d said the night before.
every inch of you longs to give in - you were never very good at staying mad at him - but you stubbornly refuse to move a muscle, lips turned downwards in a barely-there pout. you flick your eyes upwards, but only for a moment, offering him a shrug.
matthéo sighs in this defeated way that tugs at your heart. “i can’t make things better if you don’t tell me what i’ve done wrong, sweetheart.”
it’s your turn to sigh. when you look back up, you let your gaze linger - far past the point of caring if matthéo sees the stubborn little tears that pool in your waterline. “you should know what you did wrong, théo. i shouldn’t have to tell you.”
he’s silent for a few moments, before a look of understanding settles on his handsome features. “are you still upset about last night?”
another shrug. you can’t bring yourself to respond. you want him, no - you need him to piece it together for himself.
suddenly, matthéo’s chair scrapes loudly against the floor. he’s behind you in a few quick steps, and then you’re gasping sharply as he drags your chair away from the table. “matthéo! what are you-” he spins the chair suddenly towards himself, before crouching on the ground at your feet.
“darling - i’m sorry.” his hands find your thighs, fingers gripping firmly at the soft flesh as he looks up at you. “i’m sorry for being an arse, and i’m sorry for not apologizing sooner.” his thumbs trace absentminded circles into your skin as he speaks. “you haven’t done anything wrong - merlin, i don’t think you could ever do anything wrong - and i’m sorry for treating you the way i did.”
you open your mouth once, twice - trying to respond - but you can’t seem to find the right words. a lone little tear rolls slowly down your cheek, and matthéo’s quick to swipe it away with his thumb. with a sad little smile, and a softness in his eyes that seems to be reserved for you alone, he continues. “i know i’m not good at… at this - at being a boyfriend - but i am trying. and i promise that i’ll get it right it eventually.”
you’re silent for a few moments, but your lips tug upwards in a fond little grin you can’t seem to suppress. with a shake of your head, you place your hands on either side of matthéo’s face, leaning down to kiss him softly. “you are so lucky i love you, riddle.” your words are murmured softly against his lips, but you feel his smile and know he hears you.
“i know”
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Ehem* Ehem* carefully slides over a pack of oreos “more cow reader content please:>”
Hmmm more cow reader au?? What else could i write about? Cow reader x multiple bulls? 👀
CW: cow hybrid reader, fem reader (reader has breasts and vagina, referred to as a "girl"), multiple partners, smut, dubcon, orgy (F/M/M/M/M), breeding kink
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Imagine your farm hands' surprise when they find out that your owners purchased several bull hybrids.
It was a spur of the moment decision: there was a nearby farm that was shutting down and about four bull hybrids had nowhere to go. Your owners, being the sweet people they were, decided to give them a home. They already had a cow hybrid—i.e. you—so taking care of bull hybrids shouldn't be that different, right?
It was a big adjustment having four bulls added to your barn. They were all so similar and yet so different, and you found your brain fuzzy when you tried to keep track of all of them. They were big and noisy and were already friends with each other, making you feel left out. You often found yourself alone in your pen or out in the field, the four bulls hanging out at the opposite end. Of course, one or two were polite enough to invite you over, but you never stayed long, feeling unwelcome in their tight knit group.
Yes, it would seem that your new roommates just weren't interested in you. You supposed that was fine, you still had your farmhands who gave you plenty of attention, you didn't need to be friends with those bulls.
But then your heat came around, and things quickly changed.
Your heat started in the middle of the day. You were alone in the barn when you felt a tingling sensation run down your spine, your cunt twitching to life, weeping slick down your thighs. You whined for your farmhands, begging them to come take care of you. You couldn't help but present yourself in the empty barn, so hot and sticky, your pussy aching to be filled.
"Y/N?"
You froze, slowly glancing over your shoulder, eyes meeting one of the bulls. He must have come back from the pasture early today; maybe he forgot something. It didn't matter really: you could already tell where this was going to go.
The bull sniffed the air, his tail twitching, eyes crossing oh so slightly.
"Yer—shit, are ya in heat?"
You whined, trying not to wave your hips back and forth, forcing yourself to stay still. Despite your efforts to not tempt him, the bull was already seduced by your scent, making his way into the barn, his cock beginning to stand at attention.
"Ya need help? Huh? Need to be filled up?"
You hiccuped, biting your lip, pushing down a moan when he kneeled behind you and grabbed your hips.
"I-I'm fine! The farm boys will help me; you don't have to—"
"The farm boys?" He clicked his tongue. "Nah, they won't be able to help ya, sweetcheeks. They can't give ya what ya need. But me—" he began running the head of his cock through your folds, "—I can give it to ya real good."
"W-Wait, I—"
"Shhhh, just relax, pretty baby. Lemme fill ya up nice and good."
And fill you up he did. He pushed his cock in steadily, his thick girth splitting you open, reaching every inch of your gummy walls. You cried out, hands curling in the hay beneath you, back arching. His hips met yours, his cock bumping up against your cervix, leaving you dizzy.
"See? What'd I tell ya? Ya don't need no farm boys—ya got a real bull right here."
With that, he pulled out, slamming back into you. You gasped, bracing yourself for his harsh thrusts, scrambling for purchase on the dirt floor. His thrusts were hard, rough, his balls making pap pap pap noises as they slapped against your soaking cunt. You could feel a fire burning in your belly, toes curling as you felt it rise higher and higher, eyes rolling back as you tumbled over the edge. You came with a wail, cunt spasming around the bull's heavy cock, his hips not stopping as you creamed around his dick.
"What's goin on—"
The bull's voice died out as he saw the two of you before him, his friend's cock stuffed deep inside your pretty little cunt. He watched in amazement as his friend leaned over you, thrusting even faster than before, making you cry out with each slam of his hips against yours. The bull approached the two of you, staring as his friend finished off, pushing his hips flush to yours and cumming inside, filling your womb with his seed, his cum overflowing around the sides.
"Woah," he whispered in awe. "That's a lotta cum."
"Sure is," the first bull exclaimed, pulling out and watching his cum leak out of you. "This'll definitely get her pregnant."
The second bull scoffed, pulling on his friend's shoulder, kneeling behind you. He manhandled you until your hips were presented to him, his now-hard cock rubbing up against your folds.
"Betcha my cum will get 'er pregnant first."
"Yeah right! My sperm is way stronger!"
The second bull pushed into you, filling you up, pushing out the cum from the first bull. Loud squelching filled the room as he began thrusting into you, his hands digging into your plush hips, bound to leave marks behind. You moaned weakly, letting him have his way with you, barely registering that he and the first bull were still arguing over who would get you pregnant.
"What's goin on in here?"
You raised your head as best as you could, making out the silhouette of the other two bulls walking into the barn.
"We're just makin a bet on who can get Y/N pregnant first."
"And I'm gonna win in just a bit."
"Shut up—"
"Psshhh, yall think you can get her pregnant? I'd bet a whole barrel of apples that I can get her pregnant before all of yall."
"Oh, buddy, I'd have a way better chance than you."
The four bulls began arguing above you, the bull inside you still stirring up your insides, soon making you cum on his cock.
"Oh shit, she's tight—"
The second bull came inside you, but you weren't given time to breathe before another bull pulled you towards him and mounted you.
That's how it went the rest of the night: the four large bulls in a circle, passing you around and fucking you until they came inside, fucking the other bulls' cum out of you. They continued making bets, upping the stakes, arguing over who would be strong enough to get you pregnant. By the time your farmhands come by to check on you, you're collapsed on the floor, a gallon of cum spilled down your thighs.
You thought that would be the end of it, that the bulls would lose interest in you and go back to focusing on themselves, but they surprised you. After they fucked you senseless, they started doting on you, following you wherever you went, questioning you about your likes and interests. You thought they were just being polite, being friendly after they fucked you so much, but one day you heard them arguing in the barn.
"No, I'm gonna be her mate."
"No way, I came in her first."
"I came in her the most."
"As if."
"Alright, alright, that's enough. What if we just shared her? Ya know, took turns and stuff?"
"What the fuck?"
"No way in hell."
"Well... maybe it wouldn't be too bad. At least then we'd get to have her and nobody's feelings would get hurt."
"Yeah, and just imagine it: we could take turns looking out for her and we wouldn't get tired out."
"Plus, we know she takes us all like a champ."
"Yer right, I've never seen a heifer take four bulls before."
You tried to lean closer to hear better, but you ended up knocking over a spading fork in the process. It fell with a loud clang, making the bull's jump and turn rapidly.
"Y/N?"
"What're ya doin, baby?"
"I-I'm sorry!" you stuttered. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, I just—"
"Awww, you were eavesdropping?? Naughty girl."
The other bulls caught on, smirking as they all began to approach you.
"Y/N, Y/N, shame on you for listening in on us."
"Naughty thing."
"We oughta teach you a lesson, huh?"
"Yeah, gotta teach this bad girl some manners."
You were surrounded with nowhere to go, the four bulls towering over you, their cocks growing with each passing second. And before you could try to defend yourself for listening to their conversation, they were already coaxing you onto your hands and knees, arguing over who got to fuck you first.
Safe to say, you're gonna have to get used to your new farm mates.
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mayullla · 3 months
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Title: You didn't know what to do.
Character(s): Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)
Summary: Neuvillette asked you to go on a date with him on Valentine's day. Warnings/tags: Yandere, obsessive behavior, arranged marriage setting, one-sided love, unrequited love, unrequited pining, possessive behavior, angsty, 1.4k words
A continuation for: 1. There is no love here. 2. But he didn't want to let go.
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It was something that was going to happen at one point as he walked through the streets and saw decorations with pink and red heart designs. With Valentine's just around the corner, there were advertisements for it everywhere. From delicious chocolates and fancy restaurants to lists of what you should get for your picky partner posters.
Neuvillette didn't care much about the event in the past, and you didn't care much for it either. The day was too busy most of the time to go out and actually have time for yourselves. It called for too much attention compared to if you were to go out together on other days. It wasn’t like there were any rumors that you and his relationship were having problems to fix. If anything, a lot of people use the two of you as a reference for a loving relationship.
Neuvillette changed after the day when he cried on your hand, begging you to love him. He became sensitive to everything humans and others do. He observed human closeness and open affection, wondering if he could have the same. Not necessarily in public, as he was not keen on kissing so violently in public, yet he envied the love between them, the affection openly held in their eyes as if in this world there was no one else but them. After all, he knew that the affection you held in your eyes was never the kind of love they had between themselves.
Yet he wanted that. He wanted it so much. He wanted you to look at him with those eyes, not only in front of others but also when you were alone in the house, just the two of you.
He wanted it so much that it was hard to concentrate on anything.
Are you free on February 14th?" Neuvillette asked as the two of you walked together in the park, your arm around his while he held your hand. People glanced at you and him, but most made sure not to stare too long, yet you could see that they were curious.
"Hmmm? I think so... I don't have any plans then. Why do you ask?"
"I reserved a table at the restaurant. I was hoping that you would join me." The fancy name of the restaurant made your eyes widen a little. While it was a restaurant you would sometimes go to, it wasn't really a place where you could just waltz in and hope to find a seat without a reservation. Most of the time, you need to book a month beforehand. On a day like Valentine's, though, it would be practically impossible, even if you did try to book six months before.
You were curious as to why he would go so far, yet when his hand held your tongue, his eyes with a smidge of panic, you just froze instead of nodding your head, telling him that you would go. You smiled at him, "Yes, I would love to go."
The next day, he gifted you an expensive dress and accessories, hoping that you would wear them that day. After that incident, he started to gift you more presents, material stuff that he picked himself while receiving the help of others. As you stared at the present that you were given by a Melusine, cheerfully telling you that it was from your husband, you didn't have the will to stop Neuvillette when so many times he looked at you so fearfully that you might decline his gifts.
It wasn't like in the past, back when you were newlyweds, when he wasn't sure how to care for a wife, and he bought everything that you touched. Yet at the same time, the gifts now felt more like a desperate plea not to leave him.
You had made sure to stay with him. After that day, Neuvillette moved your sleeping quarters to his. His tight hold around your waist as you moved your arms around his head and neck, whispering in his ear and combing through his hair. It seemed that he would become frightened if you didn’t, ridden with anxiety until you reassured him of your promise to never leave him.
You weren't sure what to do when your husband was so sensitive to anything related to you. You were startled by this change after hundreds of years of having a quiet and peaceful relationship. You could not help but wonder if this was the same person you first met a long time ago. You could not help but wonder if the person who sat in the middle of the courtroom was the same man who was obsessive and possessive in the privacy of your own home.
The Melusines didn't understand what was wrong. They commented that your relationship with Neuvillette was closer, while those who saw something dark in Neuvillette's heart chalked it up to him just having a bad day. Most were still learning about human emotions, and many wouldn't understand the mania inside the obsession. If anything, they thought he was stressed and needed to be with his wife when they saw the darkness inside fading just a little. They thought you were the key, if anything, to calm their father.
You looked at the collar brooch that you had commissioned: a blue teardrop with little orange and dark blue stones held by a gold frame. It was something that you were given by a Melusine on one of your walks. She told you that she found a beautiful rock and wanted to give it to you and Neuvillette. You had kept it for a long time along with the many gifts you were given by them in a box, finally taking it out when you found a way to make it into jewelry. Closing the case of the box, you took it with you, placing it in your bag to keep it hidden.
You are here… Are you ready?" Neuvillette asked, raising his arm to offer you his shoulder to hold onto. "Yes, I am," you told him, wearing the dress that he had given you. It was more expensive than what you usually wore. You weren't an extravagant spender, but you did have many clothes that a lot of people would dream of having. Heading to the restaurant, you kept your eyes in front of you, unable to look at him.
You knew he was looking at you…
“You look beautiful today…” Neuvillette whispered loud enough for you to hear. It was as if all the air left his lungs and he could barely say those words with what was left. “Thank you. You look handsome yourself.”
The question of why again circled in your mind as you wondered how this happened. Under his lovestruck eyes, you felt no more than a heavy burden.
You were confused... you didn't know how to handle the situation just yet when everything hit you all at once. You hesitated when you saw the hopefulness in his eyes whenever he looked at you or the envy and want as he looked at other couples. Yet the pain continued to hurt as he held onto you so tightly.
"I have a present for you," you told him in a soft voice. In the restaurant full of people, he chose a room for privacy. You pulled out a box from your bag and placed it on the table for him to reach. "Here, I hope you like it."
Thank you. May I open it now?" Taking the box, you saw the curiosity in his eyes, the hopeful look that you started to see so often now, but also a touch of affection. You let him, motioning that he was allowed to do so. You watched his eyes widen at the gift, slowly turning affectionate, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
The slight blush on his pale cheeks as he touched the stone with his hand made you think that it was okay, that he was actually fine and that this was going to be alright. His innocent expression as he looked at his gift in silence was something you were familiar with for a long time now, yet that was all taken away the moment he looked at you. The blush on his face darkened when he looked at you, and his eyes were dyed with love and obsession.
You couldn't move for a moment, unable to pull your eyes away from him. He looked happy. He looked for a moment content, yet at the same time, you realized that there was nothing more than this as the two of you would continue to spiral down to the depths of the ocean, drowning in want and love.
"Thank you."
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drewstarkeyslut · 3 months
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ok babes, i'm literally doing something seriously out of my comfort zone. just a little something i guess....THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING so please keep that in mind + don’t come for me. i literally tried my fucking best — idk how to format or anything either so please don't judge. IM NERVOUS OK BYEE😂
Summary: rafe walks in on you masturbating, and he decides to put you to use.
Warnings: mdni nsfw 18+, oral sex (male receiving), throat fucking, daddy kink, choking.. use of slut/whore. idk what else? that's about it
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you knew rafe would be home soon but waiting was not an option right now. you already waited all morning and quite honestly you wanted to get caught because you knew the exact reaction you would get from him.
you waste no time getting comfortable and taking your clothes off in a hurry. once you were sprawled out on the couch you reach down towards your pussy and start rubbing your clit in a circular motion. the only thing on your mind was rafe’s cock balls deep in your cunt.
“yes! yes! omg! rafe right there! feels s'good” you scream out which catches rafe’s attention as he enters the living room. he just came home not even five minutes after you started. he see’s you on the couch legs spread wide open, rubbing yourself to the thought of him. rafe smirks, head shaking as he walks towards you. "what do you think you're doing y/n?"
“rafe!? you’re home earlier than usual, i—i was just…so fucking horny i needed to feel you but i just couldn't wait any longer” you whine out, slightly embarrassed at being caught for the first time yet turned on at the same time.
the look rafe had in his eyes was unreadable, making you worry. you start closing your legs as fast as you could but rafe was faster. his strong hands pry your legs wide open as far as they would go.
“shut up y/n. i really don't want to hear it. don't feed me that bullshit.” rafe grits out, towering over your naked body.
“y’know i’m going to punish you for this but a slut like you would love that wouldn’t you? couldn’t even wait for me to come home. shit, just had to touch yourself like the fucking whore you are, yeah?" rafe groans in your ear as he harshly slaps your pussy.
“ahhhh! mmmm, i’m really sorry daddy i swear, was just thinking about you, missin' you…and i got carried away, that’s all..i know i wasn't supposed to touch myself without your permission" you start rambling.
“aw how sweet, you missin’ me? that’s real damn cute but ah ah, don’t think you’re getting off the hook so easily pretty girl, you want my cock that bad huh?” rafe smirks, eyes turning dark with lust.
“yes rafe, please, i need you, need your cock.. i don’t care, just need your cum r-right now so fucking bad. i’ll do anything please, wanna be your little cumslut” you beg, giving rafe pleading eyes.
he wastes no time undoing his belt and pulling his pants down just enough for his throbbing hard cock to spring free slapping his stomach, precum already dripping from his tip. you swear you could've came just from the sight of rafes perfect cock standing at attention for you.
rafe has zero patience as he grabs you by your throat, gripping you so hard it was sure to leave a mark. he pulls you down onto the floor on your knees. he lets go of your neck with aggression it made your head throw back a bit. you were sure you were close to passing out but thankful rafe let go of your neck when he did.
“we're not going to have any problems here now are we, y/n?” you're going to be a good girl for daddy and suck yeah? ” he groans, eyes darting from your lips to his hard length.
when rafe tells you to do something you always do as you’re told honestly scared of what could happen if you didn’t listen. you really didn’t want to find out either.
“hey, listen, daddy is talking to you, be a good little slut for me hmmm?" rafe jeers as he grabs your chin making you look up at him.
“yes daddy, going to be on my best behavior” you smile up at him licking your lips.
“that's what i thought, open that pretty little mouth of yours and put it to use, stick your tongue out” rafe demands.
you obey as he slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue. his salty precum coating your tongue, making you shiver, and leaving your pussy throbbing with need. the wetness from your cunt leaking down your thighs.
too horny at this point and knowing you weren’t going to be able to cum tonight, you start working his cock with both hands, twisting and tugging while licking and sucking his cock. your filthy little mouth going far down his length, taking as much as you could before gagging.
"god, you're such a fucking slut, i bet you’re soaking wet already and i didn't even touch you. look at you getting all cock drunk like the whore you are" rafe teases.
you remove your mouth from his cock, a string of spit that connected from your mouth to his shaft coming undone, making quite the mess. you were now officially cock drunk. licking stripes up and down his cock while stroking with both hands, alternating between licking and sucking, after each deep throat making sure to add the popping sound that rafe loved so much. it drove him wild.
for a slight moment you take the time to appreciate the view in front you. rafe's cock standing at attention just for you, smothered in both spit and precum, throbbing with intense need to empty his seed.
cupping his balls, you start to massage them making rafe gasp with pleasure. “you like that daddy? when i squeeze and lick them?” you tease as you start licking at his balls, giving them a little suck. rafe’s moans filling the room. this gives you more motivation and you start to ravish his cock while caressing his balls. your tongue is going absolutely feral all over his throbbing cock.
you are sucking him with extreme passion, your head starting to go dizzy. he is a moaning mess above you, mouth open, and head tilted back. he was completely blissed out turning you on even more.
you’re going to deep you start to choke. unable to breathe you try pulling away, but rafe grabs the back of your head and thrusts deeper into your mouth.
“this dick too big for you to handle, huh?” rafe laughs. you could only nod your head in response. “fuck, you’ll be fine, come on you got it baby. just like that. feels so fuckin’ good” you look up at him with red teary eyes and drool dripping from the sides of your mouth.
“god damn, you look so beautiful like this” he groans as he slaps your cheek and pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail. he starts guiding your head back and forth on his cock, slow but deep. he was in complete euphoria.
something about you looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes had him on the edge. he plants a kiss on your forehead then grabs the back of your head once more and starts to thrust into your mouth at a sloppy pace. he was fucking your face so brutally you definitely couldn’t breathe. rafe could care less, he just wanted to empty his warm seed down your throat.
things were getting real intense. you were a moaning mess, your moans vibrating down his shaft.
“oooh shit! don’t you fucking stop! i’m—i’m gonna cum y/n, fuuuuuck!!” rafe practically screams, room filled with his loud moans. his cock starts to pulsate as warm spurts of cum shoot down your throat.
you make sure to swallow every single drop because you can hear rafe in your head, “that's what good girls do, they swallow.”
“mmm, fuck rafe. tastes soo good, i swallowed it all, just for you. did i do good daddy?” you question rafe as you stare up at him with such an innocent look.
“always my good girl baby, now open that filthy, slutty mouth of yours and let me see and let me see” rafe demands as he grabs your chin and tilts your head back. you open your mouth showing him that every last drop of his cum had been swallowed.
“oh yeah, you’re daddy's good little cumslut. always making me feel so fuckin' good, and don’t worry i’m just getting started princess, not even done with you yet. take your sexy ass to the bedroom” rafe slaps your ass as you get up and start walking towards the hallway.
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jyoongim · 30 days
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HELLO BEAUTIFUL
who ever requested alastor x reader and asking their dad for something and allie and their dad both respond gave me an idea..
what if you did alastor x reader meeting readers parents it can be fluff or you can somehow make it smut if you like!
or maybe a part two of their idea it was so good ngl..
ANYWHOOSLE IM A BIG FAN KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK
Your parents wanted to meet Alastor.
They had been sending letters, curious about the demon who had their daughter all lovesick.
The very thought made you nervous because well it was Alastor.
Of course he was a gentleman, he doted on you, but your love was a sadistic Overlord.
When you brought it up to the red demon, surprisingly he agreed.
Alastor was elated to meet your folks.
He promised to be on his best behavior.
So you told your parents you’ll see them soon with a visitor in tow.
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“Oh honey just look at ya! Oh its been too long” your mother exclaimed when she opened the door to reveal you and Alastor. She pulled you into a tight hug, making you sigh at her comforting embrace.
She let y’all in and gushed at Alastor
”Well ain’t you a looker!” She giggled, giving you a sly smile “Dear you shouldn’t hide a face like that” she gave you a nudge, making you blush
”Momma!”
Alastor smiled and held his hand out “Haha why thank you madam. Its nice to finally put a face to the letters ”
Your mother snorted at his formality “Ooh I don’t shake hands c’mere dear!” She grabbed him into a hug.
She ushered the two of you to th living room.
Alastor looked around your home. It was charming and warm, much like you.
”CHARLES GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” Your mother hollered before offering Alastor any snacks.
Your mother settled beside you “sooo my daughter has eluded us about you, mystery man. Care to tell us about yourself?”
Heavy footsteps raddled the house and a large form entered the living room.
Angry red eyes leered at you.
”Daddy!” You exclaimed happily, running from your seat and embracing the man.
He twirled you around, chuckling “Princess its been too long. Its god to have you home again. Your Ma said you finally brought a man over. So where’s the bastard?”
Your ears flattened as you got shy. Your mother sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes “Use ya eyes. This look like a bastard to you?” She gestured to Alastor who rose and approached your father.
Your father was tall and intimidating, but Alastor wasn’t fazed.
He stuck his hand out “Pleasure to meet you sir, simply a pleasure.”
Your father let out a growl and took his hand, gripping it tightly.
He glared “White or dark?”
Alastor cocked his head “Liquor sir?”
”You can tell a lot about a man by his choice of drink. White or dark?”
Alastor coolly responded “Dark. Whiskey preferably. But I’m not against the taste of scotch or brandy”
Your father let out a hearty laugh that boomed through the house. He turned to you “Good choice dear”
Once all settled, you decided to answer some questions (your mother’s)
You told them how the two of you met and how the Overlord was relentless in courting you. You even talked about the hotel business and how Alastor supported you.
Your father took a sip of his liquor ”A Overlord huh? Hmmm”
Your mother preened “dark and handsome oh my”
You had relaxed against Alastor, your chest brimming with affection as your parents chatted with the demon.
A large hand intertwined your fingers, snapping you back to reality.
You turned to Alastor, who was looking at you affectionately. He brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.
”Your daughter had my heart the moment I laid eyes on her. I am truly a lucky man to have such a gem at my side”
Your lip wobbled and you heard your mother coo.
”Well I couldn’t imagine anyone else worthy of her. Treat her well now or else” your father’s horn flared in warning.
You all laughed.
Your mother suggested you stay for dinner.
The two of you prepped the meal, while your father took Alastor out back to show off his guns.
You were elbow deep in dough when you heard your mother speak
”So when’s the wedding?”
Your cheeks burned “wedding? Momma we’re in Hell. Do we really need a wedding?”
She shot you a look “girl you hit the gold mine you gotta secure him quick”
Soft static greeted your ears as your father and Alastor entered the kitchen. Your father was grinning “Good aim on this one! Imma have to borrow him on my hunts. Ha what’s you say son?”
Son. Your daddy had acknowledged Alastor as his son-in-law.
Alastor chuckled “i would love to. Its been a while since I let loose”
Your father ushered him away, going on about different guns and techniques used in hunting.
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You hugged your mother and father as you stood on the porch ready to leave.
”Oh do you have to go so soon?” Your mother pouted, making your father rub her shoulder. You smiled, looping your arm with Alastor’s. Alastor answered “I’m sure we will see you soon. After all I would love to see you lively folks at the wedding”
Your mother squealed as you looked at Alastor in shock
”Al?”
He chuckled “Your father gave me his blessing when he shot me”
Your whipped your head to your father “”Daddy!”
The man shrugged “had to test his devotion. I’m not just gonna let anyone marry my princess. He can take a few bullets if he love you”
You shook your head and waved them goodbye as you departed.
Alastor was humming as you walked back to the hotel.
”Your folks are a lively bunch dear! I see. I see you get your charm from” he chuckled.
You laughed “you’re lucky. Daddy ate the last man I brought over”
Alastor leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, lacing his fingers with yours
”Good thing I shot him first then”
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mysterycitrus · 14 days
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Hey what do you think about Dick and his relationship with his queer identity, bc similar to your recent post abt Dick having zero desire to be perceived, whenever I see content about Dick Grayson being out publicly as bi or some other flavor of queer, I personally would consider that ooc, he values his privacy way too much to ever come out to the media
i can only speak for myself as a lesbian but personally id think he has chronic ‘it’s none of your fucking business’ disease wrt all his relationships. like yeah it would depend a lot on who he’s dating but he’d be more….. passively out? he looked at joey as a teenager and was like hmmm…… ill figure that out at some point and then just never did. like the people he actually cares about would know. it’d be a conversation he’d have with his partners — tho since he only seems to date other bi people it’d be a pretty short talk — but he wouldn’t want it to be a public talking point. people conflate being very open about it to be the only way to be comfortable with ur sexuality but honestly i disagree. i think ive formally ‘come out’ to maybe five or six people in my life. for me im just not interested in anyone else’s opinion.
he’ll go to the pflag meeting or go with tim and cass to pride but dicks not gonna announce he’s dating a man imo. i will say however there’s probably a drag queen named dyke grayson in universe that he follows on twitter
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Charles Leclerc(I Did Something Bad)
Summary: You work at Ferrari alongside Charles. You two are very close friends. You have always liked him but he’s always been in relationships. One day you finally get in a relationship with someone else. But something is going on behind the scenes of your public relationship.
Inspired by the song I did something bad by taylor swift.
(mentions of smut but mainly just fluff)
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“Y/N” Charles said looking at me. “What” I said. “When can I see you again” he whispered in my ear. “I’m trying to work on these strategies cha” I said. “We both know that we can’t resist each other” Charles said putting his hand on my knee. “Will you go away” I said.
“Come on.. the other night was so much fun” he said whispering in my ear kissing my cheek. “Cheri” Charles said. “Stop” I said laughing. “Do you want me too” he asked. “Let’s go walk the track okay we gotta go over everything” I said he nodded.
We then walked the track together. Lando and Oscar were in front of us.
“Oh look your boyfriend Lando” Charles said. “Shut up” I said writing down stuff about the track. “Does.. he know that you scream my name sometimes” Charles said only I heard. “Will you stop” I said. “What he obviously isn’t doing what’s needed” Charles said.
“Hmmm is that why you think we do what we are doing” I said. “Why else” Charles said. “I don’t know Charles” I said. “I think you like the thrill of being with me” Charles said. “Maybe I do” I said as we kept walking the track.
“You just like being bad and Lando is boring” Charles said. “He’s not boring it’s just” I began to say. “You find me more attractive or.. am… I better in bed” Charles said.
“You know that you are good in bed” I said he smirked. “Oh I know I just love hearing you tell me” he whispered in my ear. “Your so” I said. “So what do you want me right now too” Charles said. I rolled my eyes. “Oh I love when you do that” Charles said.
“Come on” I said as we kept walking the track. We finally got back to the garage. “Track looks great” I said. “Yeah it does the car should preform well tomorrow” Charles said standing beside. “Yeah it will especially on the corners” I said. “Yeah the corners” Charles said putting a hand on my lower back.
It sent chills down my spine.
“Char” I said looking at him. “What…” Charles said. I then looked around before dragging him into his drivers room shutting the door. “I can’t” I said kissing him. “Oh well then you better be super quiet” Charles said picking me up.
Later on…
I left the drivers room first fixing my hair. Charles followed a little while later. He looked at me with a wink as I went to talk to Carlos.
“There you are” Carlos said. “Sorry I was busy” I said. “Yeah I know and fix your pants” Carlos whispered. I zipped them back up. “Oh thanks” I said. “How long are you two gonna sneak around” Carlos said. “You know” I said.
“I accidentally saw you two once..but what about Lando” Carlos said. “L..Lando yeah I know” I said looking at Carlos. “I don’t understand why you keep doing it” Carlos said. “Everyone says it’s bad but I don’t know” I said.
“You do what you want but you better not hurt Lando” Carlos said. “Then I’ll break up with him I don’t know” I said. “Yeah clearly you are way more into Charles” Carlos said. “What can I say I’m addicted to being bad” I said he laughed.
“I can see that” Carlos said. “And it does feel good” I said. “Okay okay I don’t care let’s get back to work please” Carlos said. “Yeah let’s” I said.
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