#i would do it now but it's been a while since ive seen either show and there are just...so many

[illuminakisser]

EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE PHIGHTING APRIL FOOLS TOWER AS OF NOW, THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS MORE INFO IS DISCOVERED OR MORE THEORIES ARE MADE.

ok info about whats theorized to be medkits nightmare GO

Title of game : . (its a period)

Icon is the same as base game, background is the default one

The music playing is just overtime slowed down by a lot

1. MAP

You spawn on a road with sidewalks that have candles, you have a lantern in your inventory.

As you walk you will occasionally see an exit sign.

Halfway, pillars stretch up from the ground, most are normal but some are shaped like hands that reach to the sky. On top of the hands are weird figures with glowing green eyes and horns that look like something from the flaming horns series?

(thats the closest thing i could find,,,)

At the end of the road is the default Happy Home, though with minor modifications. An exit sign is right at the stairs and pointing at the door. Tube tvs are inside the home, a giant one at the middle against the wall with two stacks of tvs in the corners. The left side has one tv off, while the others are full of red static. They don't do anything when interacted with.

Note: This sorta resembles the thumbnail for scythe's teaser.

They also look like the TVs in broker's secret room (i reached the image limit so cant show ough)

Outside to the left and on top of the house are the same weird green eyed figures.

2. DIALOGUE

There are many figures running around saying various phrases,

phrases that ive seen:

"Help!"

"you traitor"

"do something"

"be useful"

"please help me"

"Useless support"

"Help me!"

"help"

"please just heal me"

"Please heal me"

"How's your eye?" (Idk if this is random dialogue or subspace dialogue)

Though, some of these figures are saying things from medkit ally dialogue.

Ingame dialogue phrases:

"Do I really want to work with a rebel on my team?" - Banhammer

"Hey!! Great seeing you!!" - Subspace

"How's that eye doing??" - Subspace

3. THE OVERSEER NEXTBOT OR SOMETHING IDK

You are chased by an overseer eye, it can't be stopped permanently. Though, it can be halted by positioning yourself in the right area, however, it has good pathing and can jump extremely high, so you can't hide from it.

Getting caught by it results in an image showing up on the screen, this rewards you a badge the first time you see it.

Random note: the eye is weirdly clean? im not sure if its medkit's eye or not since I remember soda saying that subspace just threw the eye away,, (not sure if this is still canon)

After this you get kicked from the game with the message "You must kill him to become him."

The interesting thing is that this is the description of the overseer eye cosmetic.

This probably means something like "you must kill overseer to become him" or something but what does that mean who is killing overseer huh what

↑ ok theories have been made (thank u discord user ankles0560 for the medkit part)

The one killing him might be either medkit or katana.

KATANA : there is dialogue between katana and ban hammer

Ban Hammer: "You can't get involved with the business of the dudes higher up." Katana: "And who will stop me?"

↑ I will expand on this later but im eepy rn help

MEDKIT : ok the whole thing is about Medkit so the kick message is probably the overseer eye talking to Medkit,,

Soda has said that if Katana knew more about Medkit, he would kill him. This could mean multiple things but very interesting hm

Another interesting thing is the jumpscare noise, it is a jumpscare noise used in old games.

The interesting part is what it is, the noise is actually the sound of the subspace tripmine slowed down, whether this was just coincidence or because of the subspace thing is unknown, it might even be both?

EXTRA . CHURCH OF THE TRUE EYE INFO

Not really related to the tower but just what we know about the cult

A religious group within lost temple, not everybody from lost temple is a member of it.

It is mentioned in Medkit's phone dialogue.

Every member of the cult is missing an eye.

Soda has mentioned that the reason why Sword's eye isn't missing is because he wasn't born in lost temple.

CORRECTION: Sword was born in lost temple, but wasn't raised in it. The point still stands that this is the reason why he hasn't lost an eye.

Based on dialogue between medkit and banhammer, it has been around for a while now. (THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME)

It is unknown what the goals or structure of the cult are currently.

They have a uniform, Medkit, Scythe, and Broker share the motif of outfits of mostly teal.

Scythe calls Vine Staff "blessed" in her dialogue with her, this is related to the cult somehow since in the same conversation Vine says "No! You and your creepy family can buzz off!"

^ According to broker, her curse is rare but she isn't the first one to have it.

They call themselves a family, and call Overseer their Father.

Overseer info:

There is barely any, but this is what we know.

They are referred to as a leader, it is unknown whether they are the faction leader or just the cult leader.

Scythe refers to him as a deity, whether they truly are one, manipulated the cult into believing they are, or the cult simply calls him a deity is unknown.

An alternative is that she isn't talking about overseer here at all, though if that is so we don't know if she's talking about a sfoth deity or a different one. ← if it is a sfoth deity, it is most likely to be darkheart or venomshank (or maybe even ghostwalker? idk)

btw soda said this. soda wdym

Feel free to add more info or things i missed/got wrong in reblogs or comments!!

pls do say more info if you have it im making this based on what the guys im theorizing with are saying i didnt have time to do more than 1 playthrough

#lynqueylink.txt :3 #phighting! #roblox phighting #medkit phighting #scythe phighting #broker phighting #lost temple #phighting april fools #ask to tag ig? #overseer phighting #most of this info i got from the guy im theorizing with who played it like 6 times and took notes #subspace phighting #vine staff phighting

[sturnsbabie]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 -𝐌.𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

pairing: matt x reader

summary: in which y/n and matt have been together for eight years,married two. you and have been trying for a baby for a while now but no luck. when they finally stop trying she unexpectedly gets pregnant.

warnings: swearing,crying,mentions of pregnancy,fluff

this is extremely short but i was rushing to get a fic out since i havent posted in a week. there may be a part two to this though:)

matt and i have been together for eight years.we’ve been married for two years. we’ve been trying for a baby for a while now and we still haven’t gotten pregnant yet.it sucks when everyone keeps asking when were gonna have a baby and were still not pregnant yet.

we had decided to stop trying for a baby for a while but we havent exactly been preventing it either.

i have been having a few symptoms lately but i figured it was just since my period is soon. i checked my period app to see exactly when its coming.

my eyes widened as i saw that my period is five days late. is there a chance that i could be pregnant???i mean i have been having a few symptoms like nausea and extremely sore boobs and ive been extremely bloated.

matt was currently out filming with nick and chris. i decided i would take a test.i had a few pregnancy tests in the bathroom in one of the drawers. i got a cup and did what i needed to do and dipped the test in sitting it down waiting for the results.

i paced back and forth as i was feeling extremely nervous for the results.

after five minutes i shakily grab the test turning the test over seeing the results.

two lines that meant postive.

i looked at the test over again to see if it was actually positive as i had tears running down my cheeks.

matt and i are pregnant. we’re gonna have a baby.the moment i have dreamed of for a while now is finally gonna happen.

i head to the store and grabbed some more tests coming back and taking them as they all came back postive.

i decided to head to target so i can get some things to set up a surprise for matt to tell him the news.

once i got home i sat the surprise for matt up on the kitchen island. i had a few little onesies laying around on the kitchen island. i also two pregnancy tests along with a note that read.

matt,

if you couldnt figure it out already by the things laying on the counter. im pregnant! you’re gonna be a dad! im so excited to start this journey of being parents with you. i love you <3

love,y/n

i waited for matt to get home. he could be home any second. i was paitently waiting on the couch watching one of my shows. i was a bit nervous to tell him.

i heard him pull into the driveway so i hurriedly went into the kitchen and waited by the counter.

matt then walked into the kitchen from the garage. “hi baby” he smiled softly walking over and pecking my lips.

“hi” i smiled softly as i pulled him into a hug. “i have something for you on the counter.” i said as he hugged me back.

i pulled away from the hug letting matt see what i had laid out on the counter for him. he looked at all the things picking up the note as i seen his eyes start to water as he had a big smile on his face.

“are you really pregnant!?” he asked as he pulled me into a hug as he had tears running down his cheeks.

“were gonna have a baby matt!” i said softly as i now had tears running down my face.

he looked at me with a big smile on his face as he pulled me into a soft kiss.

“im gonna be a dad!!” he said excitedly as he picked me up peppering kisses all over my face.

i was so happy we were finally getting our baby. i cant wait to watch matt become a dad.

such a sweet surprise finally getting to become parents with the love of my life.

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo

[allmcl]

hi!! do you also write for armin (separately)? ive been craving some armin content for a while and i found your account, your writing is so amazing, and i was wondering if you'd write something where candy and armin arent back together yet in UL and, after a night in the snake room with alexy, rosa, priya and the others, armin decides to fight for her love not knowing he doesn't need to fight for it since she's head over heels for him

STILL HERE │ Armin Keenan.

When a reunion with an old love reminds Armin of everything they experienced together, he decides that after so much time, it's now or never that he should get you back.

pairing('s). armin keenan x f!reader

genre. fluff, angsty.

content wanings. mentions of breakup, alcohol consuming, cursing, kissing, suggestive themes.

author's note. MISSED THIS BOY SO MUCH DURING UL, hope you like this!! (tysm for requesting, sorry it took so long!) AND BTW, i found like a lot of lastnames and i decided for this one (not sure if is the canon one ://)

I was sure that my return to the city would be harder. After all, I couldn't blame anyone for being angry with me. If one of my friends just left, without even saying goodbye, I wouldn't be happy either. But, luckily for me, they had a much better reaction than I expected.

At the moment, I only saw Rosa and Melody. Although perhaps I didn't know how to show it at the time, having seen them after so long squeezed my heart so much that I still feel my emotions on the surface.

To tell the truth, I'm scared. Although I used to seeing eachother very often in high school, whether to go out for a drink or just to walk around the city, this is not high school anymore. And it's now, when I'm getting ready to go out, that I feel like I'm getting ready in my old room to go shopping with the them. The phone vibrates, and brings me out of my melancholic thoughts.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, the screen glows with a notification from Alex.

Alex…

I refrain from further worries and simply read it from the preview.

"[Y/NNN]??? we are waiting for youuuu"

"Years waiting to see you, and you still late🙄​"

I smiled wistfully. I know he says it jokingly, but the guilt is real. But that's not important now, because it's once and for all my time to fix that, and to get back on track with my life here. I type a quick, “on my way,” before pocketing my phone and heading out the door to my campus room. Although the phone rings again, I don't bother checking it and I hurry to arrive on time.

I look at the time on the screen: "11:48." I curse under my breath. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I'm lost, and that even though I've been wandering around on the same street for more than twenty minutes, I still can´t find the bar. On the other hand, who would think of inviting someone to a place and not sending the address?

When I start to stress again, I recognize a voice in the distance that I would recognize anywhere. It's Alex. I follow the sound, although I don't pay attention to what it says, none of it matters when I see it. His eyes light up and he falls silent immediately. As I expected, he almost hugged me to the ground. Rosa also briefly joined our hug, smiling as she watched us interact.

"Finally!" He screeches in my ear, and although it dazes me a little I laugh out loud. "I missed you like crazy…" He whispered to me, and I had to separate myself for a moment to not burst out crying in my place.

"I missed you, Alex.." I sighed, but he seemed to notice my mood, changing the subject slighlty.

"You´re back, all that matters." He jokes, and I smile. "I hope you're ready for the surprise then."

I raise an eyebrow. "Surprise?"

"Yes, I told you by text." He emphasized obviously, gesturing towards his phone.

Of course, the text I didn't read. I nod briefly, so he thinks I know what he's talking about. Their surprises honestly scare me. They can go from something exciting to something illegal, you never know what to expect from these two. I'm nervous yes, I assume the "surprise" is inside.

"It's not bad at all." Rosa calms me down, she seems to read my mind sometimes. "I promise you'll be happy"

Well, now I'm scared.

Alexy wastes no time in cutting off the conversation, and Rosa simply presses her hand on my back lovingly, urging me to enter the disco-bar, "Snake Room." This was definitely not there when I lived here. Well, most of the things I see now didn't used to be there. Upon entering I immediately notice the loud music, the smoke and the smell of alcohol, the lights blur my vision a little, and it is difficult for me to discern where Alex is.

Rosa guides me a little to the table near the bar, which seems to be one of the quietest places in the place. But that's when the colored lights hanging near the stage allow me to catch a glimpse of him.

"I thought it would be nice for you to see each other again." Alex says, trying to calm the tension in the air.

My breath stops for a few moments. I don't know how to feel, but my body responds on its own. I'm shaking a little, and at this point I don't know if it's the flashing lights or their presence that's making me dizzy. I can barely move to get close to greet him. He changed a lot. Of course his essence is still there, I can tell, but it's definitely different.

"Welcome back." His voice is also different, deeper I could say. It throws me off a little. Well, all of him does. I curse myself internally. I was convinced I was ready for this, but I see I'm not.

I smile at him reflexively, and sit down across from him. The silence feels quite loud now that I feel his gaze on me, even though I avoid making eye contact. Rosa clears her throat, and gestures indiscreetly at Alex. I would laugh, if it weren't for the fact that this whole situation has me totally overwhelmed. I look at him for a few seconds, but he was already looking at me. God, I don't know if I can handle this.

"I imagined you´d be happier…" He smiled with amusement, and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat at his expression. He looks boyish, in a strange way. It's as if for a moment, his expression took me back to high school Armin.

"I'm surprised, that's all." I laugh nervously.

"Well, he came all the way here just to see you." Alexy clarifies, but Rosa waves him off with a glare.

I look at him with my eyes slightly open. "You´re not living here?" The question escapes me before I can think about it.

"Not quite." He clarifies, and takes a sip of beer. It's now that my throat feels a little dry, but I don't feel like drinking alcohol. I could end up doing things i´ll regret. "Although now that you're back, I'd think about it." He winks at me.

I looked to the side, and felt my cheeks burn a little. It looked like it was going to be a long night.

"I thought you were tougher." Rosa reproaches, tripping a little, but Alexy holds her steady. "Now you go to bed early and don't drink. You've become an old man." He grimaces, and a laugh escapes us.

"It's not that!" Alex complains. "I just wanted to greet [y/n] sober." He looks at me smiling, and I smile back. "I'll take care of the old drunk" Rosa exclaims a "hey!" and hits him lightly on the shoulder, but he doesn't flinch.

"Are you back on campus?" Armin asks me, and then I remember that he is, in fact, still here. He looks at me, waiting for my response but I freeze instantly. Every time he speaks I experience the same embarrassment.

"Well, I'll leave you, lovebirds." The idiot does it on purpose. But for the first time, I notice that I'm not the only one embarrassed, Armin's cheeks turn pink, and he sends a reproachful look to his twin, who smiles innocently. Some things never change, I see. "Take care of her." It sounds more like a threat than a request, to which the black-haired man rolls his eyes and nods.

I watch Alexy walk away in the opposite direction.

Silence falls between us, and it is until we see the two disappear after turning down the street that I understand that I am alone with him. I smile awkwardly at him before taking a couple steps back.

"I'll walk you back." I open my eyes a little, and look at him with surprise. He seems sure of his words, and looks at me expectantly with that smile of his that I still have to get used to. "I don't like the idea of ​​you walking alone,"

"As much of a gentleman as I remembered." I reply, a flirtatious smile escaping me and Armin simply smiles wider. "It's close, anyway"

"I insist." His expression is confident, and well, I don't mind his company either.

With a slight nod of my head, Armin understands that I agree, so we start walking towards the campus. The silence this time is not awkward, and although we don't talk about anything, it really feels like there are an infinite number of topics to touch on. Not very pleasant topics. After all, we can't ignore that we were together, and that the break-up wasn´t the most pacific thing either.

"I was also glad to see you again." I whisper, and even though my voice sounds quiet, he hears me. He always does.

"I figured you'd be mad." He confesses, and although I don't see his face I know he's looking at me.

Deep down, yes I am. But I'm not sure if that was enough of a reason to ruin the evening and Alex's surprise. It would have been nice to have mentally prepared myself so that I wouldn't have reacted like a schoolgirl to seeing him.

"Well, it's been a long time…" I clear my throat a little. "I have my reasons to be tho."

"Yeah, but I bet you forgot all of it with how good I look." He mocks, smiling widely.

I click my tongue. "You can't use your face to change the past."

"You're right, but I can use it to change things now." A lopsided smile appears on his features, and his comment takes me by surprise.

I tense up suddenly and simply look away. I hate that probably if he tried… "You're too cocky." I complain.

Deep down, I wonder if that would bother me. It's stupid. Armin didn't care that we broke up, I really wonder what his intentions are now. But, I can't deny that the memory is still alive in me. Everything about him remains in me as if he had never left, and it bothers me that I couldn't change that in this embarrassing amount of time we were apart.

"I just feel like I'm not the only one." Armin grumbles, shoving his hands into the pockets of his baggy pants. Now I also notice that his style is different. It doesn't seem like his brother intervenes as much in his clothes as before, that is, he maintains a bit of his own style more than anything. More calm and informal.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I grimace, crossing my arms before looking back at him.

"I say that because I notice the way you look at me." His words make me even more angry. Sometimes I feel like there is no one who can read me like he does. It was always like this, since we were young. One expression on my face was enough for Armin to decipher what was happening to me.

"I―no.." I stuttered and he noticed it, however, he didn't continue probing and I remained silent.

The walk to campus was getting shorter, and I wasn't sure I knew how to say goodbye. Everything was so strange. It's not that I want to see him, but knowing that he was going to leave made me feel like I couldn't just leave him like that. My heart is beating fast, I feel like even he can hear it.

And although it seems like things can't get any worse, several drops falling on my hair bring me out of my frantic thoughts. The chance of rain was quite low today, but of course it has to rain anyway.

"This weather is a bit nice." Armin points out, extending his palm to feel the raindrops on it, which slowly intensify.

"Nice? I'm soaking my clothes." I grumble, trying to cover myself a little.

"On one of these days we kissed for the first time" Armin smiles to himself, and simply lowers his gaze to look me in the eyes.

Shit. I didn't expect to have to think about this again. Less now that he´s here. Of course I remember it. I invited him to eat at the restaurant where we made that ridiculous double date that I actually still remember as one of my most precious moments.

On the way back home, rain started pouring and us, like idiots, hide nder a tree until it calmed down a bit. I wouldn´t forget something as special as that.

"You have no right Armin." I feel my eyes water at the memory, but I am relieved to know that because of the rain it is not very noticeable. "You can't say that now."

"It's not easy to pretend that I don't remember anything that happened." He frowns a little and stops in the middle of the street, forcing me to do the same.

"I'm not asking you to do it but…" I stop, feeling a sudden lump in my throat.

"And you can't pretend that the same thing doesn't happen to you."

And he is right. He always is when he talks about my feelings. He is correct, of course. Since I saw him, I knew that in fact, nothing of what I felt for him had managed to dissipate over the years. My heart still belongs to him.

"I lost you once, [y/n]. I can't let you go again…" His words hit me like a bucket of cold water. "When I knew you were coming back I―…"

I interrupted him. "Do you think it's easy for me?" I raised my tone of voice slightly, the fierce rain drowning out the noise a little. "Your lack of interest tired me out, Armin. You can't come back into my life like this and expect me to throw myself into your arms like it was nothing."

"I know I did things wrong, but I can still show you that I changed!" He raised his voice too. My heart was racing, and his blue eyes looking at me like I was the only thing in the world made me feel like a teenager again. "I'm not the same one who made mistakes. The only thing that remains of me is the love I have for you, [y/n], it's the only thing I couldn't change."

Tears are streaming down my face, and I don´t think it comes unnoticed by him anymore. He sheepishly tries to dry them, but the water keeps running down.

"Look at me," Armin approached me and forced me to look at him with a gentle movement of his hand. He pressed his fingers a little on my chin. "I love you." And now, in his bright eyes, in his warm hands and in his smile that I never thought I would see again, I see the truth.

Without being able to get the words out of my mouth, frustrated, angry, I let myself go and as if my hands knew their way, they wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him closer to me. Our breaths merge and his arms end up around my waist. We are so close I memorize every feature of his face, every new thing my eyes notice.

"Are you going to kiss me or keep making me wait?" He murmured, and to silence him once and for all I kissed him.

I felt safe, at peace. Like I've been waiting for this forever. His lips fit perfectly on mine as always, his grip tightens and I need to hold on to him as I feel my legs shake a little. It's passionate, fierce. It's not like the way he kissed me before, so innocent and clumsy.

The butterflies that I thought were dead begin to flutter in my stomach again, and the only thing that separates me from jim is the lack of air. But even though we break the kiss, Armin doesn't let me go, he keeps me close to him and brings our foreheads together.

"This time I'll make you stay." He sighs, and kisses me again to seal his promise.

©allmcl !

#amor doce #amour sucre #cdm #corazon de melon #mcl #mcl armin #mcl boys #mcl castiel #mcl high school life #mcl kentin #my candy love hsl #my candy love #armin x reader #armin fluff #armin fic #armin mcl #mcl fanfics #mcl oneshots #mcl fluff #mcl headcanons #mcl lysander #mcl nathaniel #fanfic #fic #fluff #sucrette

[thoughts-and-gayers]

here's how the freaky mortys theory can still win. (aka, what i'm calling the friendly mortys theory.)

(carrying over a lot of connections made by @trucknoisettes and @glitteringcrab)

so, its no secret that evil morty tends to play up his 'mortyness' when he needs to appear innocent. most recently seen in unmortricken, where he pretends to be morty prime and the first words out of his mouth are "aw jeez".

its also no secret that morty's been ping-ponging a bit between s1/2 personality and s5/6 personality.

i posit that the moments where he's seen acting more like the cliche morty is the moments where its actually evil morty overcompensating, and the moments where he actually acts like morty prime are, yknow, morty prime.

this would, of course, require that they be swapping places off-screen throughout season 7.

or, and this is where i get full tinfoil-hat, theyve been doing it even longer than that.

while rick was off having his anime crow arc in season 5, morty was doing... something. the show doesnt really dwell on it, except mention that morty was on the citadel at some point. its entirely possible that morty got to talking with people on the citadel, maybe even making some friends. maybe one of those friends just so happened to be the president.

evil morty didnt have a clear reason to invite our rick and morty to dinner before he destroyed the citadel. i doubt that he had a soft spot for rick c-137, but maybe, just maybe, he had a soft spot for morty prime. the morty who stood up to his rick and had been complaining about being left by him only a few days ago.

obviously morty hadn't known EM's actual plan. he probably didnt know too much about EM at all. but there's no way that EM, the character who just wants to be alone, would invite a total stranger along with him out of the cfc.

but no. morty declined.

what if the second seat wasnt a toilet. what if he had built a second seat in order to take morty with him, but lied to protect his reputation.

so imagine, our morty, morty prime is reeling from everything that happened. and as horrified as he is, maybe he also understands. just a little bit.

and evil morty, he built his base, he's finally left alone, but maybe he's also a bit lonely. after all, the robot butler also clearly was programmed for conversation.

so, maybe partway through season 6, evil morty talks to morty prime. they make up. they agree to switch places on occasion. after all, morty needs a break from all the bullshit sometimes, and EM is probably curious what morty's family, and indeed rick c-137, is actually like.

and so when evil morty comes to that base where rick and morty are, morty obviously isnt going to act like they know each other. so he overcompensates just like EM can, but in the other direction.

like, come on, can you really believe that morty prime would act like that with no provocation? he may have a violent side, but it doesnt just come out of nowhere. and yes, the blood vortex was horrifying, but clearly EM isnt here to attack either of them right now.

now, if he was, say, exaggerating his dislike of EM so rick wouldnt get suspicious, then this makes a lot more sense. morty's not really a good liar! in fact, they could even be swapped right then! this seems more like what EM would say in this situation, doesnt it?

now, while i was reading @trucknoisettes unmortricken analysis, i was wondering why morty would jump from being openly hostile to EM to agreeing to temporary mind control, but if the hostility was all an act? if he already had some precedent for trusting EM? well, a whole lotta things start making sense.

so, to summarize this wild speculation:

- evil morty and morty prime have been friends since after season 5 episode 9

- at some point in season 6, evil morty made up with morty off-screen.

- after making up, the two of them started switching places on occasion throughout season 6 and 7

- morty prime's hostility to evil morty in 7.5 was an act

and perhaps ive taken a few too many liberties, but yknow. i'm here to have fun and ship evil morty x morty not make perfect sense.

#rick and morty season 7 #rick and morty spoilers #rick and morty theory #rick and morty #morty smith #evil morty #rick sanchez #freaky mortys theory #ram #ram season 7 #unmortricken

[scrufflebolt]

my personal sven svensson headcanons

- he would most likely be 24-26 in canon but hes 23 to me, why not?

- isnt actually physically weak, he was just too busy talking to actually get ready to fight henry so he was caught off guard

- average height, maybe 5'9, or 5'10. just a bit shorter than swedish average though which is 5'11

- more than likely canon, but he's VERY talkative. stay in a room with him too long he'll rant to you about his opinions and interests for hours

- it'll take him a while to notice but he'll stop talking if you're uninterested

- lets his hair grow out a lil (as shown in the drawing above) and cuts it after a while

- usually cuts his own hair but whenever he doesnt he lets earrings cut it

- fluffy hair, and by that i mean its real soft and nice. he gets annoyed if its oiley because it feels weird

- has like 2 moles on his face

- joined the toppat clan at a young age, perhaps 16. ive jumped on the conclusion that he was taken by rhm while they were robbing a bank/store while sven, himself was attempting to steal something

- was those stereotypical troubled teenagers. hes changed a lot as an adult now and is more mature and is a respectable young man. however he still has little bits and pieces of his past personality now he'll show off duty. like he'll be a little playfully mean and tease you just a lil.

- kinda sassy lmao but also unintentionally rude sometimes

- actually laid back when he's not stressed or angry. but he gets stressed out easily, especially ever since he's been a leader.

- is up for new things but HATES having to be forced to change things

- he either perceives mr macbeth or rhm/reg as a father figure. they call him "son" and give him advice occasionally. its one of them, i just havent decided which one i wanted it to be yet.

- it's just a father-son like relationship but it's not an actual one because i hc reg/rhm to be in their late 30's/early 40's

- hes not THAT obsessed with sharks. yeah i say he'd like sharks but he wouldnt know the answer if u asked him a specific question abt sharks.

- very prideful. very open about his identity, nationality, opinions, blah blah blah, all of it. he'll talk all about it

- gets embarrassed easily, especially if hes proven wrong in an argument or if he was wrong about something but hey, at least he'll admit it

- looks like a child in some pictures of him and hates it (he looks like a little kid in some endings from thsc but looks like an actual adult in others)

- thinks dogs > cats

- real tired, the adjust to him becoming leader is too much to handle

- WANTS to rest but doesn't because if he finishes all his work then he could get it all done with then rest after

hope u enjoyed these hcs, haven't seen anyone else headcanon or perceive sven the same way i do yet (i will occasionally edit this post to add more)

#sven svensson #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #henry stickmin fanart #headcanon #headcanons #toppat clan #toppat leaders

[locallygrowndaikon]

Hi!! How do you meet and make genuine friends on Sky? I’ve been playing for a few years now, but whenever I get a chance to chat with other players they either speak a different language or ask me a bunch of personal questions 😵‍💫. There seems to be so many funny and interesting people online but I never meet them in person!

I had to think about this one for a bit since im not good at making friends either JGGHFJ

I think it’s definitely easier to find people to connect with online rather than in game. A lot of the people I’m closer with in sky are usually people I find through online platforms rather than in game (though not saying its impossible to find good ingame friends, just might be harder) . A general thing would be to find those who have similar interests or humour, and as well as to spend time with the friends every once in a while, whether it be candlerunning or just hanging out to talk.

If you want a more in depth rambling of me going on about everything I know about making friends, then:

Ok well this is kinda for anyone reading this JGHJDJ

A general thing about friends is to find a common interest to talk about like OCs, art, sky in general, other games, anything basically, especially if you’re like me and bad at conversations. Even after you find the initial spark, it can get hard to keep up with regular conversations afterwards and it’s easy to drift apart. If you want to get closer with someone it’s definitely good to start conversations every once in a while. This can go from telling them things you think will be funny or showing them things to just things about your day. A lot of people appreciate this kind of thing and usually get comfortable to reciprocate it (unless you’re like me and really bad at stating conversations HFBSIC)

In sky, this can also be asking the other if they want to cr together or eden, even oobing if you’re into that. It gives the chance to hang out and talk to each other.

Of course, if the other person doesn’t respond with a lot of enthusiasm or doesnt seem to put effort into the friendship, it might be time to back off to give them space. They could either be tired and need a break or they arent interested in the friendship anymore. An exception would be if the person is already socially awkward or isn’t good at starting conversations. It can be hard to tell sometimes.

If you wanna find friends

For finding friends online, its usually finding a community and finding people within it or becoming a part of the community. if you’re social enough you can join discord servers and talk to people. Even if you arent as social, discord server can still help find people to interact with, like cr partners, heart trade, needing help people/finding help, that could lead to friendship. There’s also being on social media, though it might be harder if you dont post things or if you arent really noticed or something, though it’s not like you need to be famous to be able to find people. You can also find others on social media who are already asking for friends. Ive seen quite a few on tumblr and sometimes on other platforms where people asks if anyone wants to be sky friends. Twitch, the streaming platform yeah, also has quite a few sky creators that are willing to friend pretty much anyone, which could be another way to find a community (since quite a few people on sky twitch know each other).

For in game in sky: Moths are definitely easier to become friends with since you know guiding them and everything and watching them grow up, except moths are wild cards and some are euaheh weird and others never show up again. A lot of older players already have their own friends and friend groups and then other people play inconsistently or have different timezones/playtimes, so theres a lot more luck when making friends on sky. Best bet would just be keep talking to people and when you do find someone you bond with, continue to join and check in on them every once in a while to keep up the friendship.

Joining friends in game can be scary for many (me included), but it usually ends up not as bad as you think, of course respecting dnd spells (or cape codes if they have those). Even if you do join at an inconvenient time, its a simple “oh, sorry/mb” and you head out, leaving minimal damage and awkwardness.

Of course since this is the internet and people can be bad, if people cross boundaries even after being warned once or multiple times, or you just dont enjoy hanging out with, its okay to block and cut people off. No one is obligated to hang out with anyone nor responsible for the happiness of someone else. Having self worth and internet safety is important folks

Anyways people are complicated and theres a lot of ifs and possibilities and other stuff what not so take whatever advice i spit out mindlessly for granted JFHDO i dont know what im doing

#i didnt read this over i cabt remmeber what i wrote LMAO #Im also like super incredibly bad at starting conversations so im pretty bad at keeping up friendships so uhh dunno if im qualified LMAO #asks #anyone can add to this if yall have anythinb #i dunno man LMAOO #i actually have no idea what i wrote and im hoping past me wrote something cool

[desire-mona]

dps boys (and keating's) favourite songs (aka me projecting because i love music) (also modern au because you cannot limit me to music before 1960 you just cant)

i made a playlist of all these songs in case you wanna give em a listen, you can find it here. if you totally disagree with me or wanna add more then absolutely let me know!

neil: talia - ride the cyclone (the musical)

yes i KNOW it's obvious to choose a song from a musical BUT. ride the cyclone is special, i think he'd really like the lack of an ensemble and enjoy the dark premise despite the comedic nature of a vast majority of the show. also i totally think his favourite performance would be by gus halper bc of the use of the projector. mischa or noel is definitely a dream role of his.

todd: vincent - james blake ('s cover, og by don mclean)

don mcleans lyricism is like catnip to poets and it has gone unacknowledged for far too long. a lyrically gorgeous, vaguely queer sounding song about a tortured artist, covered by someone with an ANGELIC voice. can you name anything more todd? not to mention the piano is so far beyond moving, nothing short of a masterpiece.

charlie: dear prudence - siouxsie and the banshees (again - a cover, og by the beatles)

firm believer that charlie was an avid beatles hater for a WHILE until eleanor rigby grew on him, much to his dismay. is now a casual beatles enjoyer, only due to the fact that their vocals annoy him. so a cover by siouxsie sioux (whom he most definitely has a crush on) is basically a blessing in disguise. loves the instrumentals, loves the vocals, loves all of it. insists that its better than the original and will ultimately die (correct) on that hill.

meeks: love on the line (call now) - her's

as much as i love and adore meeks, i have been loyal to my headcanon that he is an annoying music snob since day one. of course, this culminates in his favourite song being by THE indie pop/rock band that pretentious people love to bring up the death of. he is no exception, any time the band is mentioned he will without fail go "did you know that they died in a car crash?" either way, id be lying if i said this was a bad pick. the upbeat vibe mixed with the actual meaning of the song being about a guy wasting all his money on a sex hotline? it makes the whole song so fun, and thats right up his alley! super danceable too, which plays a huge part.

pitts: bad fruit - jean dawson

will mona ever shut up about jean dawson? signs point to no. anywho, if you've followed along with my pittsie musings then you KNOW that i consider pitts to be the most well versed music guy to ever step on welton academy campus. realistically, im sure his favourite song changes on a day to day basis, but he always comes back to this. jean dawson makes art that ive seen few do similarly, everything he brings to the table i find so incredibly unique and well crafted. definitely pitts' biggest music crush.

cameron: '39 - queen

absolutely, 100%, without a doubt, an extremely guilty pleasure. i take his parents as the type to ban queen in their household (for reasons that im sure youre able to pick up on) but i ALSO take cameron as a sucker for classic rock, match made in hell. of course, since brian may does the vocals on this song instead of freddie, he can listen on the dl and be fine. also, the concept of time travel in music is SO!!! INTERESTING!! would absolutely go on a 10 minute long tangent about the story and meaning of the song, which only mittsie would actually listen to.

knox: lavender buds - MF DOOM

fine, FINE. i'll give knox a proper headcanon, but i wont be happy about it. i think i would listen to MF DOOM a lot more if i was a former bully, but thats not actually based off anything so dont take that as an insult, avid listeners. honestly i dont really have an in depth explanation for this one, just look at the lyrics and youll understand.

(this repeats 3 times)

i also take him to be a big r&b/ blues enjoyer, also based off nothing at all, so the sample probably appeals to some sense of nostalgia.

keating: clair de lune - claude debussy

yes, even modern keating's fav song would be classical, you can rip that from my cold, dead hands. this song was based off the poem by the same title by paul verlaine, which i'll include because it is just so damn beautiful.

Your soul is a select landscape

Where charming masqueraders and bergamaskers go

Playing the lute and dancing and almost

Sad beneath their fantastic disguises.

All sing in a minor key

Of victorious love and the opportune life,

They do not seem to believe in their happiness

And their song mingles with the moonlight,

With the still moonlight, sad and beautiful,

That sets the birds dreaming in the trees

And the fountains sobbing in ecstasy,

The tall slender fountains among marble statues.

Paul Verlaine, 1869 (originally written in french, so this is a rough english translation)

now the song itself does SUCH a good job at capturing the beauty and moving parts of this poem, and it fits perfectly with a plethora of different emotions. i know without a shadow of a doubt that its his kryptonite. is that me projecting because i love this song and i love keating? absolutely, but i still think its true either way.

#desire mona #media #please please please listen to the playlist all these songs are wonderful i promise #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet #john keating #mona talks music #banger

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

ok i wasnt gonna do it i told myself no im just not gonna say anything on this drama but this is so MINDBOGGLING that i HAVE to make a post about this

i am gonna start by saying as someone on the arospectrum i personally see peridot as either fully aroace or arospec (i like headcanoning either one) and as in a qpr or plantonic friendship with lapis.

peridot has been confirmed to be intended to be read as aroace by a storyboard artist (maya peterson) that would focus on her character, i am not denying that,

however

she is also confirmed to be intended to be read as experiencing romantic attraction, by the OTHER storyboard artist who originally worked on peridot, jesse zuke, who has just as much authority to talk about peridots character, if not more since (to my knowledge) she was the original main storyboard artist for peridot

the intention behind what peridot is suppose to represent is fundamentally contradictory, there is absolutely no use fighting over it. this is so dumb to fight over YES both sides have been confirmed canon THATS WHY THIS IS DUMB </33

ive been trying to find as many actual sources as i can (which has been pretty difficult since A LOT has been deleted) but I finally found a transcript of one of jesse zukes posts that is deleted that everyone keeps referencing

from this reddit post https://www.reddit.com/r/stevenuniverse/comments/5q738i/lauren_zuke_speaks_of_her_intention/

(jesse was formerly known as lauren)

anyone posts something shipping peridot, u get a load of comments saying "this is aroace erasure, shes written as aroace, a storyboard artist said so", anyone posts something about peridot being canonically aroace, u get a load of comments saying "shes not canonically aroace, she was written as experiencing romantic attraction, a storyboard artist said so" everyone is either one or the other it seems like NO ONE is acknowledging that both is true and really this confusion is the fault of the crewniverse ????

these storyboard artists BOTH focused heavily on working on peridot and creating her character, and their intentions behind what she is are completely contradicting.

i would love for peridot to be aroace. to me she IS aroace, but im not going to pretend like this isnt the most confusing most unclear way of confirming that. even if maya peterson intended for her to be seen as aroace, jesse zuke wrote her as the complete opposite and it would be stupid of me to ignore that. harassing eachother over this is stupid. your both correct, now shake hands and make peace with eachother lol, good night.

As an arospec person I am completely fine with people shipping peridot and I do not think it is aroace erasure, because while I would love to see an orientation like mine depicted in a character like peridot, im not going to ignore that fact the she was ALSO originally meant to be read as experiencing romantic attraction AND the fact that many of the crewniverse ships peridot with people or supports others doing it. it is not aroace erasure to ship a character that was literally intended to be read as experiencing romantic attraction by some of the people who worked on her character. rebecca god damn sugar, the creator of steven universe has made fanart shipping peridot. peridots voice actor has said she likes and supports people shipping peridot. its just that different people working on the show had wildly different intentions when creating her character, and didnt clear up a solid identity for her with everyone working on her

jesse zuke said in her post "cant speak for anyone else! many people are writing those episodes". just like if maya peterson and anyone else working on peridot intended for her to be read as aroace, other people working on her character with just as much authority were writing her completely differently. people are not seeming to acknowledge that these two things co-exist. it is not one or the other. even though they are complete opposites, somehow theyve made it so that its both at once.

she was simultaneously written to be both aroace and experiencing romantic attraction by different people writing her character, clearly because of miscommunication within the crewniverse.

heres rebecca sugars ship art btw since the first 2 were really hard to find, in case anyone else wanted some sort of actual evidence of it

also just wanted to bring attention to jesse zuke saying "anyone who wants to see the narrative they want is completely, 100% allowed to". peridot and her episodes were written to have multiple interpretations. this was written with multiple intentions. some of those intentions were aroace, some of them, like jesse zukes, were not. you are all correct peace and love

update i found a slightly longer version of jesse zukes post in this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=oIl1sEQ4_iI

"I wanted to close the book on this - I am queer, and intend fully to write queer characters when I do"

this is pretty clear confirmation that peridot was fully written with completely different ideas in mind from completely different people. jesse zuke INTENDED for peridot and lapis to be read as having a queer relationship, in this post shes encouraging people to read it that way, meanwhile other writers had other intentions which are just as real and valid.

inconsistency and messy production in steven universe is not a new thing

#tldr she was written as both due to miscommunication in the crewniverse so its silly to fight about it #your all similtaniously correct. peace and love #steven universe #peridot aroace #lapidot #su discourse #steven universe discourse #ik this drama has died down now but i havent seen ANYONE have this take yet so i felt like i had to say something ASHKJASJHKJ its so #obvious that THIS is where the confusion is from #myposts #peridot #su #maya peterson #jesse zuke #amedot

[annoyingloudmicrowavecultist]

this is gonna get very meander-y so i apologise in advance lol. i get why people are saying mitsuba does have a yorishiro and just kept it hidden but i do think it makes sense that he wouldn’t?

natsuhiko could just not really know mitsuba’s power very well/mitsuba could be not making an effort to save himself bc he’s self destructive, but like he said in 100 he doesn’t really want anyone but kou to be the one to kill him and to be such a footnote in tsukasa & sakura’s plan that they wouldn’t even be present for his death despite all of the broadcasting club being kind to him… that would be not just a meaningless death but a super insulting one!! why should he accept that. (i would also say he’s got a school dance to attend but he was pushing kou towards nene in 104 -_-)

also, it just kind of… makes sense that mitsuba wouldn’t have found anything important to him yet. imo the most likely candidate would have been the penguin keychain, but i’m pretty sure it was left to be eaten by the aquarium because it got broken, and i really don’t think mitsuba was lying when he said he didn’t have anything or anyone tying him to the near shore

…except for kou, now, sort of. i know a lot of people have at least considered the idea that he’d be mitsuba’s yorishiro, especially after the nightlife arc, and while i stand by mitsuba not having one as of 110 i do think it’s an interesting idea, esp. since the broadcasting club have (from mitsuba’s pov) now fully confirmed what he already believed about not belonging with them so kou really is mitsuba’s only potential tether to this world. my only big issue with this is that there’s… already been 2 human yorishiros. 3/7 would be kind of a lot for something that was initially a big reveal, and mitsukou being the first to do it with a still living human would kind of take focus away from the yugi twins, which does not feel like it’d line up with the direction the writing’s been going so far. but i think if mitsuba were to have a yorishiro at this point it would either be kou himself or something related to him – ive believed for a while it wouldve been the penguin keychain if it hadn't gotten destroyed. kou’s earring would be funny as hell to me so personally i’m hoping for that (joking. mostly)

so. a couple theories/predictions.

1) kou is showing up to save mitsuba. we haven’t seen him since before time was frozen (not even in the little flashes like those we got of mitsuba & tiara & yokoo & other random students), and we know the clock keeper magic had a weakened effect on him before (& teru was walking around just fine), so i doubt he’s fully stuck in time. having kou show up at the trial wouldn’t really add anything to the trial or kou’s own arc… so it just makes the most sense. also i don’t want mitsuba to die here :(

2) tsukasa doesn’t actually want mitsuba dead – he’s pushing mitsuba to create a yorishiro so it can be destroyed. realised the possibility of this halfway through writing this post lol but i the more i think about it the more it makes sense to me so i’ll write up another post later (hopefully one that’s more organised than this T-T)

3) mitsuba is going to make his yorishiro once kou arrives to keep his unspoken promise and save himself. i don’t have a ton of evidence for this other than it lines up with my previous 2 theories and again i don’t want mitsuba to dieeeee... not yet at least

#do i maintag this. whatever. fuck it we ball #tbhk #jshk #mitsuba sousuke #i apologise again for any run on sentences or confusing clauses or minor tangents #tbhk spoilers #tbhk manga spoilers #jshk spoilers #jshk manga spoilers #pluto talks

[ladysophiebeckett]

Your posts about ysblf made me watch to rewatch Betty’s revenge part for the millionth time, and there’s something I noticed about Armando’s dry spell era. When he admits to Mario that intimacy with Marcela is basically nonexistent, he then asks him if he had been with anyone else after the last time with Betty to which Armando replies that he has had no time and that he lives for Ecomoda and to please Betty and Marcela. Now, the first times I watched this portion, I kinda got it and what he said made sense somehow because he was indeed under a lot of pressure. However, after rewatching these episodes, I noticed that he had not one (Adriana Arboleda’s event) not two (At El Meson de San Diego after Betty left), but at least three (at Le Noir when he followed Betty and Nicolas) opportunities to be with someone other than Betty (and Marcela), but chose not to, detail that he conveniently hid from Mario.

I think that the first time was during the night of Adriana Arboleda’s event and the only instance that applies when Mario asked him that question. That night he went home alone, even refused the tempting offer to party with the models even after Betty had already ditched him. He wasn’t that indifferent either, because he did go looking for them with the excuse that he wanted them to work for Ecomoda. Now, this might be true, but he is also a man who likes to look at beautiful women. However, after the coast is clear without Betty there and Marcela miles away, he still chose to go back to his apartment early and alone. At this point, he wasn’t as mentally unstable as he is in later episodes since Betty’s revenge was just beginning to take off, so the excuse that his many troubles were dulling his desire for intimacy didn’t apply either at this point. Adding to this, he was more than eager to get to it with Betty before she left. At first, I thought it was annoying that everywhere he went, there would be a former lover that who would openly flirt with him, but looking at it closely, maybe there was another purpose for doing this after all. I feel dense for not noticing it was to show that he had changed and could only be with Betty. Before, I thought it was just to remind us how popular he was and to showcase his internal struggle to admit openly he loved Betty while also being afraid of the backlash. What do you think? Your analysis is honestly some of the best I’ve seen. I’m in awe every time.

Sorry for the long ask, thank you for reading and good day to you 🫶

ive read this ask like 3x and im like,,,,okay wow mind blown. i would usually comment in order of the ask, but im reeling here so im just gonna have to do this adhd style. im sorry.

At first, I thought it was annoying that everywhere he went, there would be a former lover that who would openly flirt with him, but looking at it closely, maybe there was another purpose for doing this after all.

I'm very with you on this. I was too busy being annoyed at random women coming up to him that I didn't see that it was done with the purpose of seeing Armando rejecting them at every turn. Even at le noir, he doesn't care about the woman greeting him that's asking him to stay. It's not like there weren't other opportunities for him to be with anyone else. Something happens when Betty starts rejecting him. Conversations with Mario make Armando believe it's his ego at the front of it. It is and it isn't.

Let's talk about this:

However, after the coast is clear without Betty there and Marcela miles away, he still chose to go back to his apartment early and alone. At this point, he wasn’t as mentally unstable as he is in later episodes since Betty’s revenge was just beginning to take off, so the excuse that his many troubles were dulling his desire for intimacy didn’t apply either at this point.

Adriana's event is Betty's first rejection of him. All throughout the episode Armando is agitated because he can't find her. As soon as she tells him she's leaving with Nicolas, the agitation he felt all evening turns to anger. He goes so far as saying 'You're staying here, because I'm ordering you to'. It becomes his go to excuse when suddenly the boyfriend card doesn't work anymore.

In fact, he uses work as the excuse for why he gets into a fight with Nicolas at Inesita's. There's comparison's to be made between Adriana's event and the fight at Inesita's (aka Jaundice Day aka the night Catalina catches them). Right down to Betty wearing the same outfit when she says 'Let's see how jealous you get'.

Obviously Betty sees how maybe...perhaps...she took it too far.

At the first rejection Armando says something like 'you would rather go to a dinner with him instead of a date with me?? bc i would rather be with you' vs at Inestia's when he says 'you would rather leave with him instead of staying with me?'

It doesn't take a lot to make Armando lose it, in fact both times he grabs Betty in some way. The difference is that at Inesita's he forced to admit to himself that it's jealousy. Not his ego.

When he admits to Mario that intimacy with Marcela is basically nonexistent, he then asks him if he had been with anyone else after the last time with Betty to which Armando replies that he has had no time and that he lives for Ecomoda and to please Betty and Marcela.

I always laugh at that line bc he's failing miserably at all those things. His Betty isn't behaving properly, Marcela isn't being easily placated with his lies, the hidden state of Ecomoda is in shambles. But the only thing he thinks about is Betty. He can't focus on anything bc he knows his relationship with her is in trouble.

We all make jokes about Armando's dry spell and him going crazy--iirc and someone correct me if I'm wrong--but I believe that Marcela said at some point that when Armando was stressed sex would calm him down. I think she says something like this during one of his rejections towards her. So during the gaslighting arc he's going through high stress levels but the cause of the stress and the cure of said stress is Betty.

The cycle of sexual rejection going on in the Betty\Armando\Marcela love triangle is insane and tragic. (and only hilarious fm Armando's pov bc its a karmic punishment).

However, after rewatching these episodes, I noticed that he had not one (Adriana Arboleda’s event) not two (At El Meson de San Diego after Betty left), but at least three (at Le Noir when he followed Betty and Nicolas) opportunities to be with someone other than Betty (and Marcela), but chose not to, detail that he conveniently hid from Mario.

See, I didn't notice this. Or pay attention to what he isn't telling Mario. I'm??? And I'm a huge 'Betty's Gaslighting Arc' fan. Truly always something new to look at. Like you, I was just annoyed. I'm like 'i get it Armando, ur very popular with the ladies'--which is probably what Betty's thinking when she's a witness to some of this. Him not telling Mario that there were other opportunities means Armando is more aware of his feelings and the things happening around him than he lets on. He really does mentally push things away bc he doesn't want to see the bigger picture. He knows that if he told Mario he had other opportunities to sleep with someone and didn't, that Mario would know (even tho we know that Mario knows Armando's in love with Betty).

---However, after the coast is clear without Betty there and Marcela miles away, he still chose to go back to his apartment early and alone....Adding to this, he was more than eager to get to it with Betty before she left---

He says to Betty that he had an evening planned for them (and we'll never know what that was, probably a well lit place but nothing too fancy. and obviously a sexy little nightcap at Mario's apartment). Even says that they're only going to stop at Adriana's event for a bit and then leave. It was meant to be quick appearance to say he was there. He basically had his heart set on spending time with Betty (without Marcela or Mario breathing down his neck) and when it doesn't happen he doesn't think of making new plans with anyone.

This is him when he gets to his apartment:

(Ignore this set up which looks nothing like the apartment they said was his various episodes ago)

This guy is disgustedly looking at Cosmo magazine thinking 'I was supposed to be having sexy times with my gf\assistant and now I'm here....Alone'.

And this is him when Marcela calls him:

Completely annoyed.

If Betty called his cell phone that night and said 'This dinner with Nicolas just ended, do you still want to do something?' One, he wouldn't be making that face above and two, he'd have thrown that Cosmo magazine in the trash and left immediately.

I feel dense for not noticing it was to show that he had changed and could only be with Betty.

Do not feel dense babe, I didn't make this connection either. It's refreshing to still be able to discover new things in programs we've watched over and over again. That's why discussions like this are fun.

Before, I thought it was just to remind us how popular he was and to showcase his internal struggle to admit openly he loved Betty while also being afraid of the backlash.

That's definitely at the forefront of it all but it can also be a mixture of everything above. It's what makes the character nuanced and dimensional. Sometimes we question how is it that he can be faithful to Betty vs unfaithful to Marcela and it's not (just) bc he had magical sex with Betty. If we look at his subtle rejections of other women in the situations you've mentioned above, then really what we're witnessing is him choosing Betty every time. His confession outside of her house, the way he words it 'I can only be with you'--Armando fears he's losing her and he's won't admit to himself what he really feels, so he can't be at his most vulnerable and say 'I only want to be with you' (not that she would believe him).

That's why, at el Admirante, after confessing to reading her diary he's able to say, 'The life that I know I want to share with you'. Because he's knows now that above all she still loves him (and has always loved him). It's very scorpio of him tbh.

So yeah, I definitely agree with you. You've shown me a new way to look at it. Bc again, I hadn't noticed it. I just get too annoyed with him and all these random women. (come to think of it, a woman greets him when he's drinking with Freddy too and he's still like 'ok whatever' about it).

I love long asks I'm just sorry it takes me forever to answer them. I'm very slow and easily distracted.

#anon #ask #ysblf #betty la fea

[surlifen]

guide to surlis sonas

aka an excuse to Poast Images and drone on because I love to do that!

current main sona I think and closest to a truesona: this otter guy who remains unnamed because all the names that are my name have already been used at this point LMAO

art by nepeteaa and by me! I'd honestly draw him more often if he weren't hard to draw? surli was easy because. Fox. (and Generic Thin whereas my body type is, while still pretty thin, specific in a way that's hard for me to draw) and honestly I enjoy drawing him more oTL.... otters are super hard to stylize cutely + in a way that looks Like Me... surli does not look Like Me teebeehaiche

surli fennec surlifen main sona of the past and still like... kind of me it's complicated

imbages by jilf and vhsdruid

i kinda ended up disconnecting from his Design as a Whole and the alt palette didn't really fix it but nonetheless he's never leaving my possession. it's weird cause my brain can really only connect fully to one character per Thing/Setting as a Sona who is Me so ever since splitting off into otter I don't feel FULLY connected to either the way I once did to surli :( but I am experimenting with having multiple sonas and maybe ill try that thing people do where they also do sonas for different Aspects of themselves so I don't just have an army of Normal Nice Blonds

pokesona: liam

art by me, cicadaghost, me

not much 2 say he is me pokemonned! he's much Smaller Cuter than I am and I really enjoy his simple design + imagining him in the pokemon world :3 like what berries he'd like best and what specific cities/landmarks he hangs out at... hiking in ilex forest and visiting the national park yk

lee: bunny....sona....?

art by me, purrker

he was a bit of an experiment in "CAN I have more than one fursona?" and also "CAN I make a sona who isn't Exactly Like Me?" i've always seen people whose sonas have Supernatural Elements and been like how can you do that. I respect it so much but if EYE am a normal human person how can I connect to something with strange abilities and qualities. and I still couldn't go so far as like... my friend whose sona is an honest to god several stories tall kaiju with a backstory and shit, but lee has supernatural luck and a connection to/control of storms/lightning because that's sick and awesome and cool. and also glows and has cool antlers when he wants. he's not as me as the others but he's there and he's not... NOT me?

fucking... willie dustice, silver city "self-insert" joke guy

unfortunately I DO love his stupid ass. you know how sometimes in a comic or animated show there'll be some obscure reference to one of the creators or someone on the team like as a gag that goes over most people's heads well he's supposed to be that. his appearance is me at my worst (needs haircut + shave) and he has the OP superpower of putting people in pocket dimensions of altered reality he controls entirely but he ONLY uses it to make stupid filler bottle episodes like They All Have To Play Softball or Beach Episode or whatever. represents my oft-abused ability as a creator to Put Those Guys in a Situation. he's not so much a sona (cause if I made a silver city sona it would be genuine not this greasy freak) but he sure is Representative of Me.

horse: horse

i was challenged to make a horsesona. I don't plan to do anything with him but kept him around because I liked his design. someday I might make a more natural horse sona for in case I ever joined some kind of equine rp setting or some shit equivalent but for now my sparklehorse

spinxynsona: coast

art by capricorne, me, me

coasty woasty... made for the nephfei world for the spinxyn closed species. first closed species sona ive ever had and i think hes neat! nephfei is such a well designed world that is really conducive to stories and characters influencing each other's arcs but coast is just some guy he's just there. he just lives there and minds his own business. (he has no gifts or curses so nothing really requiring a Story) but maybe i should get him some Friends at least maybe i can have a sona who has Story OC Friends from other people and still be like yes thats me if i was friends with everybody's ocs

dnd character who was based on me: august

art by me, thembodino

it was suggested since I have a very hard time being In Character (i get so self conscious) that I start with a character similar to myself! so august is incredibly Just Me FR. if i were to go on an adventure i would be bad at it and terrified. his campaign is suspended due to Life but i accidentally, due to knowing nothing, picked a pretty OP blend of stats that has made him bizarrely competent (not like. the best in the party or anything but he really can hold his own and once like critted twice and turned invisible and flew and killed a dragon) and honestly that's hilarious and I like it for him

that's it! the rest of my characters are just characters not sonas though I still love them dearly, some of them even more than some of my sonas i won't name names though ty if you made it this far. i love to Talk

#surli #liam #coast #lee #willie dustice #august

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You Were Marked: Days Twenty-Two to Twenty-Six, Part IV.

pairing: din djarin x plus-size fem!O/C          

word count: 12K       

chapter summary: They talk. They fight. They talk. They fight. They talk. They fight.  

warnings:  angst, heartbreak, physical violence, mention of sexual assault, mention of child sexual abuse and rape, sexual situations, oral sex (m receiving), mental breakdowns and mental illness, English and Mando’a cursing       

***Please feel free to comment, kvetch, or otherwise speak your mind about my work. ***        

You Were Marked: Masterlist   

You Were Marked: <- Previous Chapter 

Din hadn’t known he had fallen asleep until he woke up. He blinked several times, working out exactly where he was.  He lifted his head to find himself reclined fully back in his captain’s chair, a sleeping Grogu sprawled face-down on his chest.  Marathel was nowhere to be seen.  How the shab does she manage to get away from me while we’re sleeping?  Can she levitate?  Do I have to tie her up…? Din paused that thought with a smile, then he checked the chronometer and saw he’d been sleeping for about four hours.  He listened for any sounds in the main part of the ship and heard nothing.  Din’s hips were stiff, and his seat back would only raise up by physically pushing it back into place, so getting up was a clumsy chore.  He reminded himself — again — to fix it while he left Grogu sleeping on the seat.   

Din twisted at the waist, this way and that, and roughly tilted his head back and forth so his vertebrae would crack.  Assuming Marathel was sitting and knitting below, he quietly went down the ladder in search of her and of a cup of caf, with actual caf in the hot water this time.  He was surprised at first to see that she wasn’t leaning against the wall, he then assumed she was sitting on his bedroll again while stabbing hell out of that wool roving.  He walked over to the galley to heat some water, and turned back to see that the door to his quarters was closed.  

Closed?  Closed and … locked, he thought, remembering he’d dismantled the door control from this side.  But … why?  She knows I’m not — out of control now.  Din went over to the door, and touched it with his fingertips, willing her to open it from within.  He listened and heard nothing.  Either she was sleeping … or she was hiding.   

Confused and concerned, Din climbed back up into the cockpit and sat in the aft chair, wondering what was going on with Marathel now.  He took a sip from his cup, realizing he’d forgotten the caf crystals again. 

Haar’chak! 

Din went back down the ladder to get the damn caf when he noticed the door to his weapons locker was slightly open.  He didn’t keep it locked — on one hand, he should probably start since the addition of a curious toddler, but on the other hand, Grogu didn’t show the least bit of interest in the weapons.  Din fully opened the locker, doing a quick visual inventory, seeing nothing missing.  He started to close the door when he caught a smudge out of the corner of his eye.  Squatting down for a closer look, he examined the smudge, which was in fact a blood smear, and then he remembered: the Dilimgau.   

He didn’t put the Dilimgau in the locker; Boba had, because he didn’t know what it was.  But when Din took out the marchwyl — the beskar hammer — the Dilimgau had been in there.  Now it was gone.  What the … Din did a cursory look around and did not see it.  Where the shab is that damned thing?  He didn’t move it, he felt reasonably sure Grogu wouldn’t touch anything that had hurt his Mama.  So that only left Marathel.   

Forgetting his cup of warm water on the bottom shelf of the weapons locker, Din stood and turned to the closed door.  Is she in there with that … thing?  Why would she mentally torture herself like that?  Or is she …  

With the horrible thought that Marathel may be doing herself physical harm, Din took two steps and was at the door.  Knocking, he asked, “Marathel? Are you awake?”  Hearing nothing behind the door, he called out, “Please, Marathel, please open the door.”  There was still only silence.  Din pounded the door more vigorously.  “Marathel!  Open the damn door!”   

“Mama?” 

Din spun around to see Grogu standing behind him, looking curiously at the closed door.  Din pounded the door again, saying, “Marathel, Grogu wants his Mama!”  Din dug in his pockets to find his multi-tool, and he began removing the little panel that had held the door switch before Din ripped it out.  “Grogu, is Mama okay?  Can you tell?” 

Grogu tilted his head and sighed.  “Sad Mama.” 

He got the panel off and he pulled out several wires, untwisting two of them. “Yes, yes, sad Mama, but is she hurt?”  

Grogu bleated, then said, “Hurt Mama.” 

“Is it a new hurt or an old hurt?” Din stopped what he was doing for a moment, then shook his head.  “We gotta work on a better sort of communication, kid, this isn’t working for me.” He accidentally tapped two live wires together and received a shock. “SHIT!” 

“Shih!” 

“Grogu!” snapped Din.  The door slid open, and he stepped into the opening.  Marathel was sitting against the far wall, knees up, arms wrapped around her knees, staring blankly at a point somewhere past where he stood.  A meter in front of her on the bedroll, on an old rag, lay the remains of the Dilimgau.  Din sat carefully down, trying to get himself into her line of vision.  “Mesh’la? Ma’mwsh ha’laa?  Speak to me, please,” he said quietly, but Marathel did not move, maintaining her wide-eyed stare at nothing.  He slowly moved closer to her as he removed his gloves.  He reached out and touched her cheek.  “Cyar’e, are you being still?  You don’t have to be still anymore.  You don’t have to suffer that Dilimgau anymore.  You don’t have to suffer that Hold anymore.”  Din watched as Marathel’s eyes refocused, and tears spilled over her transparent eyelashes as she shut her eyes tight.  “I’m covering up that monstrosity now,” he said, flipping the rag over the Dilimgau. “Cyar’e, why did you lock yourself in here with that thing?” 

“I … don’t think I meant to shut the door …” Marathel took a shuddery breath and opened her eyes.  “What happened to it?” 

“I beat the shab out of it with the marchwyl.” 

Marathel nodded.  “I think every female in the Hold would be glad to know.  Belwhyns weren’t made often, but the Dilimgau was always there for us to see.  It was the only one, you know.” 

Din didn’t know, didn’t want to know.  Marathel’s voice had taken on that flat tone again, the tone she had when she spoke so blithely of the foul deeds done to her by the males of the Hold.   

“You probably think that Belwhyns were made right and left, don’t you?” asked Marathel.  “There were only ten that I knew about in my lifetime, and I was only present for four of those, so … another six in the thirty years I was living outside?” 

Only ten, thought Din.  Only ten suffered like she did in the past forty-five, fifty years. That she knew about. How many women, how many girls, were beaten to death or died in childbirth or from whatever indignities they were forced to endure? 

Marathel’s quiet, even voice broke into his thoughts.  “They didn’t have to, to keep us in line.  That Dilimgau was deterrent enough. It was never cleaned, you see.  It was the one thing we didn’t have to clean.  And the … remains left on it, they would fester and rot, and bring maggots and flying insects.  They’d threaten us with it, from time to time.  I’ve had it rolled and dragged across my skin, I’ve had it in my mouth, I’ve had it right in front of my face while the Bishop … from behind … especially soon after a Belwhyn was made.  The stench of it would make me sick.”  Din felt sick himself.  No wonder she went septic, he thought.  He wondered when he would ever hear the worst, the most despicable act committed by the Elders, for every time Marathel spoke, the bar was set lower and lower. 

Marathel continued, “It was the only one, though.  I wonder … I wonder what they’ll do now?  To make a Belwhyn?” Marathel went silent for a long time, then she shivered.  “I carry them, the Belwhyns, with me, now.” 

Din nodded.  She did, after a fashion, carry those who also suffered.  “I carry you with me, now.” 

Marathel looked at him.  “I don’t understand.” 

“The marchwyl was used to repair my helmet.  Your blood was on the marchwyl, and the Armorer forged that beskar into the repair for my helmet, and into new armor for my people.”  Marathel began to cry again. “I wear it with pride, my mesh’la, that something so terrible has redeemed itself by fire.  The others who receive that beskar may never know what you suffered for their benefit, but I will never forget your sacrifice for me and my covert.”  He reached out and cupped her cheek, and to his surprise, she pressed her cheek to his palm, and a look flashed through her eyes — just a flicker — that made him think that she did love him, and then her face fell back to her blank, protected visage.  “That thing, though, can never be redeemed.  It should be destroyed forever. It should be destroyed by you.” 

“By me?” 

“The marchwyl is no more because of you.  The Dilimgau should share the same fate.”  Din stood and picked up the Dilimgau as if it were a sacred object.  He carried it to the divot he had beaten into the floor, placed it there, and opened the rag to expose the crumpled hunk of metal. He then folded down a wall panel to expose an array of tools.  Din picked up a heavy hammer and held it out for Marathel to take.  “I’ve done a number on it, but I’ve never seen any metal that couldn’t use more persuasion from a hammer.” 

Marathel looked at the hammer, then back at Din before she stood and came forward to take the hammer in her hand.  She hefted it a couple of times, and then pointed with it at the tool board.  “What’s wrong with that one?” 

Din turned to see a small sledge.  He traded out the hammer he’d given Marathel.  “I thought it might be too heavy.” 

Marathel ignored this comment and hefted the sledge, deftly flipped it over in her hand, then spun it, surprising Din.  “It’s unbalanced,” she said with shrug.  Marathel gathered her hair with one hand and shoved down the back of her shirt.   Dropping to one knee, she raised the hammer, and slammed it down on the Dilimgau with a guttural cry.  Half-a-dozen times, Marathel hit the Dilimgau, making a much deeper divot than Din, shrieking louder and louder as her rage grew.  She pounded the flattened metal scrap two last times, popping the rivets on the floor panel and making it bounce.  Marathel slung the hammer aside, nearly hitting Din in his shin, shouting, “IT’S NOT ENOUGH! It’s not ENOUGH!”  Red-faced with anger, her eyes darted about, and then fixed on Din’s blaster. 

Din looked down to his hip, then back at her, saying, “No, no … don’t even think about it,” just before she lunged at him, reaching for his blaster.  He grabbed her forearms, not wanting to hurt her, but he would if she was going to put them in danger.  Panicking, Marathel tried to pull her hands free, but couldn’t, so she wrapped her leg around his and pulled Din off-balance, bending him backwards.  Her legs were strong, but were no match for his strong arms, and Din recovered enough to replant his foot and spin her, so he had one arm around her neck and one arm twisting one of hers high behind her, making her yelp. “Stop it, Marathel, calm yourself, be st- …”   

“NO!  I will not BE STILL!” Marathel pushed back hard enough from her feet that she propelled them both into the wall, knocking Din’s breath out of him, and he thought, if I had gifted her that damn sledgehammer, like a token of courtship, this would be our first date. This thought tickled him, even as he gasped for breath, and he let out a chuckle, which he regretted immediately as it infuriated Marathel, and she jabbed her free elbow into his gut as hard as she could, reminding him that he’d neglected to put on his cuirass again … but truth be told, I didn’t anticipate wrestling with a silver-haired hellcat when I woke up earlier.   

Her technique was sloppy as hell, not even befitting a new apprentice, but she sure had a good instinct for hand-to-hand combat. Din briefly wondered what Marathel would look like in form-fitting armor when she nearly managed to squirm free by dropping her weight straight down, but her arm twisted behind her back hampered her movement.  Marathel cried out and kicked back against Din’s shins, but he slid his other arm under her free one, immobilizing it.   

Grogu, meanwhile, sat quietly and watched the proceedings. Grogu wondered if Patu and Mama were doing the thing that made Patu and Mama make strange noises.  Grogu wasn’t sure, because Grogu was always in a different room or in the flying bubble when Patu or Mama made the strange noises.  Grogu thought Mama was too sad and angry at Patu for the strange noises thing.  Grogu thought if Patu and Mama were doing the thing that made Patu and Mama make strange noises, Patu and Mama were yelling a lot more than usual. Grogu wondered if Grogu should get in the flying bubble and wait for Patu and Mama to stop making strange noises. 

Marathel continued to struggle and wail, and Din shouted, “Haar’chak, Marathel, stop fighting me!”  Screaming like a caged animal, she bent at the knees and the waist, pulling Din off his feet as she dragged them both away from the wall, making him worry that she was going to flip herself — and him — forward.  “No, no, ma’mwsh ha’laa, you’ll only hurt yourself!” He pulled back on her, raising her on to her toes, then using her instability to spin her around and pin her up against the wall – trapping her again.  Well, this seems familiar, he thought.  “Marathel, mesh’la, you need to stop!”  Marathel screamed again and slid down the wall to the floor as she burst into tears and wept uncontrollably.  Not having a nervous breakdown, my ass, thought Din, dropping to one knee before her, holding her shoulders.  Grogu came over to pat her hip and coo sadly.  Marathel put her face in her hands and cried while Din sat on the floor too, pulling her into his arms and rocking her like a child. 

Marathel’s heavy sobs eventually began to lull, and she felt the calming warmth of Grogu’s touch coursing through her.  “No, no, Grogu, my love, I don’t need to go to sleep.  I don’t want to sleep.”  She sniffled and asked Din, “Are you all right?” 

“Me? I’m fine, my ma’mwsh ha’laa ...” 

“But I threw the hammer ... 

“... and it missed me, my wounded acorn.  I hope I didn’t hurt you, but I can’t let you go after my weapons like that.” 

Marathel scrubbed her nose with her hand.  “You are right.  I was foolish and I could have put you and Grogu in danger.  I didn’t keep you safe.  I’m sorry.”   

“Physically fighting you was the last thing on my mind when I woke up,” said Din, finding a cloth in his inner pocket, and handing it to her. “Do you really want to disintegrate that Dilimgau?” 

“I want it broken apart into a million pieces so that it can never be used again.” 

“We can make that happen.” 

Marathel blew her nose and looked at Din curiously, her eyes red and puffy. “... we can?” 

“Yes, but you will need to get off my lap,” said Din, his voice teasing, trying to lighten the mood.  Marathel arched her eyebrow, but the tiniest hint of a smile curved her full lips, thrilling Din.  She slid off his lap to the floor, and Din stood and held out his hand to help her up.  “First, we need to drop out of hyperspace, so let’s get back up into the cockpit.”  Marathel groaned, but she headed towards the cockpit ladder and began to climb.  Din scooped up Grogu and made it to the ladder in time to view Marathel’s lovely behind above him again, wondering if she knew what he was doing. 

She did.  And she liked it.  Just a little.  More than a little.  More like a lot.  And it scared her and amused her at the same time. 

They got strapped in. Din did a quick recalculation in his head, and then dropped the Razor Crest out of hyperspace with a small jolt.  “Okay, head back down.” 

With a sigh, Marathel unstrapped herself and climbed back down, Din and Grogu following her. Din picked up the Dilimgau and searched through a drawer, pulling out a small, lighted device that went beep.  Din attached the device to the Dilimgau, and then he moved the Dilimgau remains to the floor just inside the ramp door.  As Din set about to making sure that everything was put away and locked up tight, Marathel asked, “Did I need to come down here for this?” 

“What’s going to happen is, I’m going to open this ramp door, and the Dilimgau will get shot out into open space.” 

“Wait, what?” 

Din smiled under his helmet.  “We’re going to be in the cockpit, sealed in by the closed door.  Then I will bring the ship around and you’re going to fire the ship’s lasers at the Dilimgau.” 

Marathel frowned.  “I am?” 

“Yes, you.”  He led her back to the ladder and sent her and Grogu back up while she grumbled that she still didn’t see why she needed to come down just to watch him put the Dilimgau by a door.  Din’s smile got even wider, and he got up the gumption to pat her rear end, which she only halfheartedly swatted away.  Well, well, well, thought Din.  

After they got back into the cockpit, Din closed and sealed the cockpit door and turned on the monitor to the main corridor.  “Okay, watch here ...” He released the airlock and the Dilimgau disappeared out the door like a rocket while Marathel jumped with a small shriek.  “Now hang on ...”  Marathel stood by his captain’s chair while Din swung the ship around.  He performed the maneuver with a little more … style than he really needed to, just so Marathel would lean off-balance towards him and grab his shoulder. 

Din pulled up the ship’s targeting system, showing Marathel how he could find the Dilimgau, using the tracker to pinpoint its location in the vacuum of space.  He turned to her.  “Ready?”  Marathel only nodded, her eyes wide.  Din got up, and gently moved Marathel to take his seat while Grogu stood on the console, watching. Din reached around her and took her trembling hands, placing them on the laser firing control handles, wrapping her splinted fingers around the handles and placing his thumbs over hers on the top buttons.  Her breathing was fast, shallow, nervous.  “Just breathe, mesh’la, breathe in ...” -- Marathel took in a shaky breath -- “... and out!” As Marathel breathed out, he pressed down on her thumbs, firing the lasers, and the Dilimgau disintegrated in a cloud of sparks.  Marathel gasped, her eyes wide, her arms going rigid, and she went still.  “You did it, cyar’e, the Dilimgau is no more.” 

Marathel began to tremble all over.  She pulled her hands back and covered her mouth, sobbing.  Din put his arms around her, lifting her slightly so he could sit in the chair again, with her in his lap, rocking her gently as she wept against his neck.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry ...” she whimpered. 

“No, ma’mwsh ha’laa, don’t be sorry ...” 

“All I do is cry around you ...” 

“My mesh’la, you have much to cry about.  Cry all you need to.”  Marathel clutched at him as she continued to weep.  When it seemed the worst of her emotional storm was over, Din asked, “Why wouldn't you let Grogu put you to sleep earlier?” 

Marathel found the cloth Din had given her earlier in her pocket, and she blew her nose again. “Sometimes, when I go to sleep, I can hear their voices.” 

“Whose voices?” asked Din. Marathel waved her hand towards the glittering remains of the Dilimgau, floating in the vacuum of space. “Are they the women who also had to suffer that thing?”  She nodded, and Din wondered if she had finally snapped.  “Ner kar’ta … What are they saying?” 

“They are singing the only song.” 

Din shifted Marathel in his arms, tucking her feet in by his hip. “What parts?” 

“The apology part.”  Without being bidden, Marathel quietly sang, 

“Rwy’n wethi tir’ch calon,  

Rwy’n ym’dirie daererth, 

Nido’es ganen chi diodyth y’lore  

Mwywch oher wydd gwnnyf  

Nafarw a ph’eidio 

D’ogel cad w’n di’rugar. 

“‘I have broken your heart, I have broken your trust, I will suffer the hurt myself, I would rather die than not keep you safe,’” said Marathel. 

“Why are they apologizing?” 

“They didn’t keep me safe.  They broke their promise to keep me safe.” 

“Rwy’n di’rugar,” said Din. “You said that meant I love you and you can only say it to children.  But it really means …” 

“‘My heart breaks to keep you safe.’  We only say it to the girls, because the boys don’t need it.” 

“You say it to Grogu.”  

As if on cue, Grogu climbed up on Marathel’s lap, and she put her arms around him.  “I would rather die than cause him harm.”  But you are harming him, thought Din.  As if she had heard his thoughts, she said, “I know you think I’m hurting him.  I’m glad you think that.  It will make it easier for you to leave me behind.” 

“Marathel …” implored Din.  “You’ve … your mind is broken, as you say, but stay, stay with me and I will help you fix it.” 

“I don’t want to be fixed.” 

The shab?  “Then you can be broken, as broken as you wish, just please stay with me.  With us.” He held her tight.  Marathel remained silent as Din rocked her in his arms.  Deciding to try another tack, perhaps appealing to her somewhat sarcastic nature — which he found so attractive about her — he said, “You know, if you were in my covert, that fight we had earlier would have been considered … a date.” 

“A date?” 

Din shrugged.  “Such is the Creed about courtship.” 

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.  I don’t understand date, or courtship.” 

Din knew that such social trappings were unknown to her, and he struggled to find words that were on her level.  “When one Mandalorian has … heartfelt feelings for another, that person gives the other a token, a gift … usually a weapon, and the two … spar, as we did.” 

“Why?” 

“Well, to see if they are a good match.  Sparring opens up … thoughts of compatibility between two people.” 

“Your Creed says this?” 

“Yes.” 

“But what of affection?” asked Marathel, confused. 

“Affection comes with time, with learning how compatible you are, with adapting to how that person also lives the Creed.” 

Marathel would have responded that she was no Mandalorian, that she did not follow his Creed, but then she remembered that he had told her that his affection for her was less than his devotion to his Creed.  Less than, less than, less than.  “If you find that the other Mandalorian is compatible with you, then what happens?” 

“Then, perhaps, that person becomes your riduur, and the two of you enter a riduurok.” 

Marathel frowned.  “And what is that?” 

“It’s a pledge, a promise, between the two of you.  ‘We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.’” 

Marathel thought her heart would explode.  Such simple words, but so beautiful.  “You pledge this… for life? Forever?” 

“Forever.  Forsaking all others, until death,” he said quietly, stroking her arm. 

“Is this something you’ve considered doing?” 

“Of course,” replied Din.  “But I would prefer pledging the riduurok while standing in the Living Waters of our home planet of Mand’alor.  That is where I was going before I came to find you.” 

“You were?  You were going to … enter a riduurok?”   

“No, no … I was seeking redemption.” 

“Why in Frith do you need redemption?” 

Din sighed.  “I have intentionally, of my own volition, removed my helmet before others where they could see my face.  Quite a few others. I felt I had no other choice, for I was trying to rescue Grogu at the time.  And then … when Grogu left with the Jedi, I revealed my face to him, so that he would know who I was.”  Din looked away from her.  “It is the greatest sin I could have committed in my Creed.  Because of my actions, I am no longer a Mandalorian, but an apostate.  I must find absolution by bathing in the Living Waters and renewing my pledge to Mand’alor.  This is the way.” 

“But …” Marathel placed her hand on Din’s shoulder where it met his throat, and her thumb managed to find a narrow strip of bare skin between his cape and his cowl, and he felt an electric shudder pass through him, sending all of his flesh into goosebumps. “But your love for Grogu is greater than your devotion to your Creed, isn’t it? You had no choice, as you say.  How could they be so cruel to strip you of your … what was the word … religion?  Who you are?” 

“This is the way.” 

“It seems so … narrow-minded.  And petty,” she said, even as she wondered why he was so insistent to not reveal his face to her!  She couldn’t be made more of a Belwhyn, they could only kill her once, so what was the harm of one more pair of eyes looking upon his? Unfair! She childishly cried in her head, before she pushed those thoughts away as unseemly and selfish. Marathel awkwardly hugged him, saying, “I am sorry you are suffering so.  I hope you find your redemption.” 

“I thought you didn’t give a shit about my Creed,” whispered Din, filled with delight that she had put her arms around him for once. 

“I don’t.  I only care about what your Creed means to you.  Perhaps … I am jealous; I have nothing in my life that is so meaningful.”  Except for you and your son.  Din held her tighter, stroking whatever skin of hers he could touch, and as time went on, Marathel trembled more and more; his touch was becoming too much for her, and she began to feel trapped again, even as she wished she could remain where she was, somehow feeling both terrified and safe. 

Din, meanwhile, was savoring her arms around him, having her in his arms, warm and soft, dreading the end of this journey, which was coming faster and faster with every moment they remained in hyperspace.  “Please, let me take you in the room below,” whispered Din, motioning to his quarters, “so that I may turn off the lights … let me kiss you, let me hold you … let me convince you I love you.” 

Marathel sighed and pushed herself away from his embrace.  All he wanted was to fondle her, after all.  Just like those nights on Unmanarall, when he’d rejected her plea to look upon his face, just once, before she went into the Hold to give up her life, for him!  He says he will always remember my sacrifice, but then he demands to caress me, put his hands on me, and I don’t think I can bear it, thought Marathel, confused and torn by her desire towards Din while feeling repulsed by his touch at the same time.  “If that’s all you wish from me, I will go into the room with you …” 

“All I wish?” 

“… and you may do as you please with me …” 

“Marathel, no, that’s not …” 

“… but you will not make me change my mind.” 

“Don’t do that, Marathel, that’s not what I want!” 

“Isn’t it?” asked Marathel, weary. 

“You told me you loved me …” 

“… as much as I knew how.  You said it before, there’s no word in my Oldtalk for love.  I merely obey.  Even after thirty years of living on my own, I can only … obey a man’s desires.  I could tell you that I loved you, but who could say if my love for you was… real, or merely your command to do so? You deserve so much better than someone who can’t see the difference.” 

“You know the difference, Marathel, surely you can feel the difference in your heart …” 

Marathel continued as if Din hadn’t spoken.  “You don’t know the difference, either, though, do you? How could you, living like you do under that helmet? You tell me that my Hold has ceremonial words for every occasion, yet your own Creed has rules and stipulations for … finding someone … compatible! 

“Do you know if it’s love you speak, or if it’s what you command of me because you know I cannot refuse?  That I am a helmetless, worthless, stupid woman you can bend to your desires? I’m no Mandalorian, I’m not part of your Creed; what would the point be, for you to have anything to do with me … other than simply for your gratification?” 

Din went silent and released his hold on her.  He took Grogu from her and gently pushed her off his lap to a standing position as he seemingly stared at her through the darkness of his visor.  Finally, he dropped his gaze from her and looked out the view shield as he said, “Marathel, I think … I think you may have found the words to drive me away.  I’m beginning to believe, as you do … there’s no point.”   

“Din, I ...” 

“Not now, Marathel.” 

Marathel stood, looking at him for a few moments, and then she went down the ladder.  Standing in the middle of the corridor, near the deep divot she’d helped make, she sank to the floor, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  At last, I have pushed you away, she thought. Din Djarin, my love, I’m so sorry. Someday, you’ll come to realize that I did you a favor.  I do love you, Din Djarin, from the moment I heard you call out my name as I stood in that tree, I knew I loved you. I will miss Grogu, but I will die from want of you. I am so sorry I must do this to you. 

I love you both, more than I can bear. 

Marathel opened her eyes and looked into the disparaging countenance of Grogu, standing in front of her.  Oh, he was angry, she could tell.  His little hands clenched into fists, and he spit out, “Mama sad Patu!” 

Marathel bowed her head.  “Yes, Grogu, I made Patu very sad.  I am very sorry that I have hurt you both.”   

Grogu was so mad! Mama loved Patu.  Mama said so!  But Mama hurt Patu.  Mama hurt Grogu.  Grogu was mad at Mama.  Grogu loved Mama, but Grogu was mad that Mama made Patu so sad.  Grogu was mad that Patu was sad.  Grogu was mad that Mama was sad.  Grogu was mad at the dark inside of head of Mama.  Grogu was mad that Grogu could not fix the dark inside head of Mama.  Grogu was mad that Mama did not want to fix the dark inside head of Mama. 

Grogu was mad that Grogu could not say the words about how Grogu was mad! 

Grogu grunted and pushed her leg.  He did this several times, and then he began to hit her leg.  Marathel did not stop him, nor did she encourage him to hit her.  “I know, Grogu, you are very angry with me.  I am sorry I have made you angry ...” 

“Grogu!” Both Marathel and Grogu looked at Din, standing at the bottom of the ladder.  “You stop hitting her, right now!” 

“He is angry and frustrated, and he cannot say ...” 

“Whether or not he can use words is immaterial.  I will not have him hitting anyone like … a Hold boy! Grogu, come with me, now.  Sit with me in the cockpit.  Leave Mahr alone.” Obediently, Grogu went to Din, grumbling under his breath, while Marathel died a little inside, for Din referred to her as Mahr and not Mama.  And Grogu did not correct Din that it was Mama and not Mahr.  To Marathel, he said, “We’re going back into hyperspace now.”  Marathel silently went back up into the cockpit and strapped in while Din set the Crest back on its hyperspace path.  After they were back on their way, she went back down without a word. 

Din kept Grogu in the cockpit, and Marathel could hear him talking to Grogu in a low but calming voice, just as she would a little Hold girl who was crying over a hurt caused her by a Hold boy.  Never would she have taken a Hold boy to task for hurting a girl, not if she wanted to keep her head on straight. Redirection from violence was acceptable, reprimand was not. She may have scolded Grogu for eating eggs, but that was because she didn’t know if eating the eggs that way was bad for him.  And then he had put her in a tree for it, which had frightened her because she didn’t know he could move people and not just things. 

For a few hours, Marathel sat on her folded blanket — she didn’t feel right about sitting on Din’s bed anymore — and worked on her projects.  She finished five of the wool cloths and decided they were good enough. She made a tiny pair of cuffed slippers for Grogu, which took no time at all, and hurriedly made a neck gaiter for Din.  If she’d thought about it earlier — and had a finer yarn — she’d have designed a hooded close-fitting cowl that he could have worn beneath his helmet against the cold.  The neck gaiter, though, could pull up over his chin and ears, she supposed, and was made in a “mistake rib” that was warm without being bulky.  This neck gaiter used the last of the yarn Cobb had bought her.  This made her a little sad, but she hoped that someday Cobb would see Din wearing the cowl she’d made.  She hoped that the two men could rekindle their friendship, or whatever kind of relationship they’d had before she came along.  Marathel was sure Cobb loved Din dearly, although she was unsure quite how a romantic love worked between two men.  She could guess, but no such relationship was known to her on Unmanarall.  Shrugging at her ignorance, and deciding such knowledge was useless to her anyway, she set about weaving in the ends in her knitting. 

Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Din stewed in annoyance.  Again, that woman had opened her mouth and, in her strange ignorance and naïveté, spoken the utter truth, this time about Din’s understanding of love and romance.  Of course he didn’t know how love worked!  What did he have as a base for that knowledge?  A bunch of stupid rom-com holos? His history with prostitutes?  His disastrous affair with X’ian?  

His parents had been murdered before he was old enough to even think about such things.  He’d watched his father treat his mother well, but that was common decency … along with lots of touching and kissing, the latter of which he was unable to do with the helmet, and Marathel ran hot and cold to being touched.  His buir remained without a long-term partner as long as Din knew him, and while buir had copious amounts of advice about pretty much everything else, his advice regarding a … relationship with another boiled down to: 

No means No, and Yes does not necessarily mean anal. 

If you’re too embarrassed to have a medic check your dick over if you caught something, you’re not ready to get laid. 

Same goes for getting a birth control implant. 

When it comes to women: the older the holocorder, the sweeter the music. 

No matter who it is: the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin’. 

Huh, thought Din, I guess he gave me more advice than I realized.  When buir fell gravely ill with the lung disease the first time, Din was a teenager and had managed a single sexual encounter but was still embarrassed about how lackluster and awkward the event was.  On his sickbed, buir had punched him in the arm and snapped, dammit, kid, you should be proud about getting laid!  Who cares if it wasn’t all that great?  The first time never is! And every other time is awkward as hell!  Now, go get that kriffing implant, like I told you!  Not everyone can afford the damn thing, so do your part! 

Several years later, as buir lay dying, his scarred lungs destroyed, barely able to breathe, he had this to say:  Kid, I don’t know much … but when it comes to someone special, someone who could be your riduur … if that person is reasonably intelligent ... can make you laugh all damn day ... and has a filthy mind … that’s a keeper. I never found one who was all three at the same time ... I hope you find one, son. 

Din’s throat felt thick.  He’d forgotten that was the one, singular time buir had called him son. Oh, buir, I think I found one.  She’s bright, she’s smart, she can do damned anything she sets her mind to.  She makes me laugh so damn much.  I don’t know how filthy her mind is but she’s sarcastic and she cusses a lot and she’ll smack you a good one and laugh while doing it. 

Din also considered what Lady Senel, the former senator had told him on Coruscant ... he may not always like Marathel but he had to do his best to love her.  She’d had a hard life.  Her life would continue to be hard, if she changed her mind to stay with him … or even without him, but not on Unmanarall.   She would have to figure out a whole new universe while coming to terms with who she was and where she came from and have to endure people judging her for it.   

And fuck my life, I can’t think about anything but her, keeping her with me, keeping her safe.  I want to wrap her up in her blanket like a Bothan sweet roll and snuggle her on my lap.  She’s lost her mind, I’m a fucking murderer, and I want to hang up my weapons and eat the bread she bakes and go to fat and chase her and Grogu around in a little house in our underwear and build blanket forts and have tickle fights and cuddle with them until the stars explode.  

No one, no one, had ever made him want to hang up his damn weapons. 

Except, maybe, Omera.  Omera had come close.  She was so lovely, quiet, sweet.  But he wasn’t in a position — at the time — to stop running, to remain in one place — even the few weeks he had spent there had been too long, putting Grogu in danger of Imps catching up to them. If anything, Omera had planted the seed of the idea of a life beyond bounty hunting.  He’d considered going back to Sorgan, to seek her out, and now he was damned if he could remember why that didn’t happen. 

Oh, that’s right.  Greef Karga buzzed me with the bounty of a lifetime, if it were real. More money than any other mercenary could believe for a single bounty.   And that was Marathel. And she ruined me for all others. 

Oh, Marathel, I … 

And suddenly, there she was, standing in front of him, with what looked like a cup of hot caf and a sweet dunking biscuit resting on the cup.  These, she set on the console.  Solemnly, she sank to her knees before him, bowed her head, and held up her hands, palm-up to him, and in a sweet, quiet voice, she sang: 

“Rwy’n wethi tir’ch calon,  

Rwy’n ym’dirie daererth, 

Nido’es ganen chi diodyth y’lore  

Mwywch oher wydd gwnnyf  

Nafarw a ph’eidio 

D’ogel cad w’n di’rugar.” 

She remained on her knees, her head bowed, her hands trembling for some time. Din stared at her splinted hands, the metal coils wrapped around each finger, her smallest fingers permanently bent at an odd angle, still discolored, still scarred deeply across the palms and fingers. Her fingers twitched uncontrollably, and her hands shook. Taking his silence for reproach, Marathel dropped her hands, and stood, keeping her head bowed, avoiding his eyes.  As she headed to the ladder, Din asked, “Was there anything else?” 

“... No.” She went back down the ladder.  Din picked up the biscuit and set it aside.  He picked up the cup of caf, thinking that she’d never made caf before.  He took a sip.  It was perfect.  He smiled.   

Then Grogu Force-stole his biscuit and ate it. 

Marathel had refolded the blankets for her pallet and was about to lie down when she heard the strangest sound start.  It was oddly rhythmic, soft somehow, like the melody of the only song but made with a sound that was like wind blowing through grass, and plinks of water on rock, and tings like a fork against a clay cup.  It was peculiar but soothing.  Din came down the ladder and stood there, looking at her.  “What is this ... sound?” asked Marathel. 

“This is music.” 

“Music?” 

“Like your only song.  Just different.” 

“Is this the only music?  Or are there ... more songs?” 

Din nodded.  “More songs than there are stars.” 

“Are there ... are these sounds the words to the song?” asked Marathel. 

“No ... this song has no words.  Those sounds are the instruments playing the notes.” 

Marathel blinked a few times, then shook her head.  “I’m sorry.  I just ... don’t understand a single word you’re saying to me.”  Din moved closer to her, placing his hand gently on her waist.  “What are you doing?” 

Din shrugged.  “We’re, ah ... going to dance.” 

“Dance?” 

Din took her hand.  “Dance.  Um ... like how you sway with Grogu while you hum the only song.  Like how flowers wave back and forth in a gentle breeze.”  He pulled her a little closer.  “Like how we spun in circles in the water when you were digging clams.” 

Marathel arched her eyebrow with a smirk.  “The clams you later threw up.” 

“Precisely.” 

“How does one do this dance thing?” 

“You put your other hand on my shoulder.”  She did.  “Now, I know about this much ...” -- Din held his thumb and forefinger about a quarter inch apart -- “... about dancing, but ... first you take a step back with your right foot.  Then you step to the left side.  Good, now put your feet together, and shift your weight to your right foot.”  Marathel followed his instructions.  “Very good.  Now, step forward with your left foot, step to the right side, put your feet together, and shift your weight.  Then we do that again.”  They started the same step over, Marathel looking down at their feet.  “Marathel.”  She stopped moving.  “Don’t look at your feet.  Look at my ... well, look up here.” 

“I don’t know what my feet are doing.” 

“Don’t worry about it.  Just ...” He pulled her a little closer.  “Just let me kind of guide you as we go.”  Slowly, slowly, they did the box step over and over, sometimes stepping on each other’s feet, sometimes going the wrong direction, but eventually they fell into a regular rhythm.   

Marathel frowned at Din.  “Is this the only dance there is?” 

“No.  There are dances that are fast, some are slow, some dances you just … thrash around until you snap your spine, as far as I can tell. But … this is the dance I learned from my parents.  I would stand on my father’s feet while he would dance with my mother.” 

“Was he handsome, your father?” 

Din shrugged.  “My mother thought so.” 

“And your mother?” 

“She was beautiful.” 

“You must miss them terribly.” 

“I do.” And when I look at you, Marathel, I’m reminded of her, although you look nothing like her, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why that is.  “Did you want to try a turn?” Marathel just looked at him blankly, so he lifted his left arm out to the side.  “Spin in a circle under my arm,” he said, giving her a gentle push with the hand on her waist.   

Marathel made a slow turn in the direction Din sent her, laughing quietly.  “Do I know how to dance now?” 

Din chuckled.  “Enough to get by at a wedding, I suppose.” 

“Wedding … I’ve heard that word before,” mused Marathel.   “Peli said it.  She said something about wedding … chapels and a place called Canto.” 

“Canto Bight is a planet where it’s popular to visit … wedding chapels.” 

“But what is a wedding chapel?” 

Din grimaced under his helmet.  “Wedding chapels are places where people go to get married.  Getting married is … similar to a riduurok.  For the most part, it’s two people promising, before witnesses, that they intend to spend their lives together.” 

Marathel frowned again, more confused than ever.  “It all seems … complicated.” Deep in her thoughts, Marathel tripped over Din’s boot and lost her balance. Din tried to catch her as she flailed, grabbing at Din’s arm.  Her hand clutched his vambrace, and she inadvertently managed somehow to start a playback of Din’s holograbber, which displayed the worst thing possible — as far as Din was concerned — the topless, highly glittered burlesque dancers he’d encountered on Coruscant.  And even worse, what he’d recorded wasn’t simply a series of still images as he’d thought he’d done, but was instead a long-running holovid recording, which featured a lot of laughing, jiggling breasts, and his own voice saying squeeze in closer, girls and go ahead, give the kid a kiss, he doesn’t bite much. 

Mortified, Din tried to pull away and stop the playback.  Marathel, however, kept a tight grip on his forearm, pressing the tip of her thumb hard between his extensor muscles.  He wanted to yelp in pain but kept silent as Marathel watched the holo in its entirety, then bent to pick up some glitter from the floor as the holo played again.  She blew the flakes of glitter from her hand through the holo projection, and Din knew that she now knew what the glitter was definitely not metal dust from the ship.  Marathel arched her eyebrow, but refused to look at him as she said, “You need better control of that thing.”  She released his arm and brushed off her hands.  “I think I’d like another cup of tea before I take a rest.”  

As she headed back to the water spigot, Din stammered, “Marathel … I …” 

Marathel turned, her face as blank as a cloudless sky.  “Did you want some tea as well?” 

Din swallowed the hairball in his craw.  “Yes … please?”  She flashed him a tight smile, then turned to the galley to heat two cups of water.  She stirred the tea leaves into the cups, wishing Din had a proper teapot.  She handed off a cup to Din and then she sat on her pallet of blankets, her back to Din as she sipped her tea, holding her cup with both hands. 

Din felt devastated.  He wasn’t quite sure how Marathel was processing this; she defied standard reactions at the best of times.  He sat down on the floor behind her and watched her shoulders sag.  “Marathel, I …” 

“Those ladies were very fancy,” she said, her voice flat.  “Who were they?” 

“Just some … burlesque dancers I ran into on Coruscant.” 

“Dancers?  Do these ladies thrash around until they snap their spines?”  Marathel laughed lightly.  “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”  She half-turned and held out her cup to Din.  “I’m finished with my tea; I think I’ll rest for a while now.”  Din took her cup and watched her settle down on her pallet and pull her blanket over her head before he put the cups in the basin in the galley. She’s hiding again, she’s angry with me, and this is her only way she can show her displeasure and tell me I’ve hurt her, by dismissing me. 

Marathel was angry, just a little bit, but mostly she was disappointed.  For all his talk of riduuroks and weddings and promises to forsake all others, Din was … a man, after all.  Men were allowed to do as they pleased, while women were … not.  And she knew that she was in no way as fancy or pretty or bold as the shiny sparkly ladies. She felt as plain as a rock in the dust, in her bland clothes and saggy body and long unkempt hair.  She couldn’t behave like that.   Her abilities were limited and specific.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, then out, trying not to cry again. 

“Mesh’la?” 

Marathel’s eyes snapped open.  “What?” 

“Please, Marathel, please … don’t shut me out.”  She said nothing.  Din sighed.  He started to say something to her, and then thought better of it.  He felt the cold stare of eyes on him and turned to see Grogu sitting in the doorway of his quarters, where he’d been watching Patu and Mama dance.  Din wondered just how much the boy understood what he saw and heard.  It was easy to dismiss the child, based on his limited vocabulary, but Din believed those large, beautiful eyes of his boy missed nothing.   

Din picked up Grogu and set him in his little hammock.  “Listen, kid,” whispered Din.  “Mama and I need to … talk.  Are you okay with being in here by yourself?” Grogu nodded.  “I’m going to keep trying, kid, trying to talk Mama into staying.  Okay?” Grogu looked dubious, but patted Din’s helmet before snuggling down.  Din tapped his forehead to Grogu’s, whispering, “I love you, little guy. And I promise to do my best with Mama.”  Grogu reached up under Din’s helmet and touched his chin. Feeling revived by the simple loving touch, Din tucked Grogu in before turning the lights low in the tiny room.   

Din stepped out, dragging his bedroll with him.  Marathel looked back over her shoulder to look at him, asking, “What in Frith are you doing now?” 

Din shrugged and closed the door to his quarters.  “We get to Unmanarall in a few hours.  I want to spend as much time as possible next to you.”  He positioned the bedroll just behind her on the floor and lay down on his back, staring at the ceiling.  Marathel turned back away from him but kept the blanket off her head.  After laying there in silence for some time, Din said, “I’m sorry about the fancy ladies with all the glitter.  They didn’t come on the ship; we found ourselves in their dressing room after ... that doesn’t really matter, does it? That was only where half the glitter came from anyway …” 

“Glitter?” 

“The sparkly metal bits on the floor.” 

“So, you did lie to me.  Why in the name of Frith, of all things you could have lied to me about, did you lie about that?” asked Marathel.  “You know how stupid I am …” 

“You’re not stupid, Marathel…” 

“… you know I’d believe anything you tell me, because how would I know any different?  But this?  You choose this to lie about,” she said sharply, plucking some flakes from the floor in front of her and tossing them in the air.  “And you wonder why I can’t trust your words of love.” 

“You would have preferred I told you about the topless dancers?  You would have reacted favorably to that?” 

“We’ll never know now, will we?” she snapped.  “So, where did the rest of the glitter come from?” 

“I was thrown through a plate glass window and into a display of glitter lube.  It went everywhere.” 

“What the …” 

“And then I was smacked in the helmet with an enormous dildo; believe me, it was not a pleasant experience!” 

“I wouldn’t know; I don’t know what a dildo is!” 

“I’m glad you don’t know! That thing was horrifying!” 

Both of them made a huffing noise and crossed their arms simultaneously.  After a few moments, Marathel asked, “So, what is a dildo?” 

Din grimaced under his helmet, but decided that since she asked, he’d tell her.  “It’s an object used as a substitute … or an additional … penis during sex.” 

Marathel was aghast.  “Like a … Dilimgau?” 

“Frith, no, Marathel. That Dilimgau was a torture device, nothing more! A dildo is meant to be ... pleasurable.” 

“But you said it was horrifying.” 

“Well, I thought it was horrifying.” 

Marathel scoffed.  “What was so horrifying about it?” 

“It was enormous!  Half my height in length!  As big around as my forearm.  With a fist at each end.” 

Marathel was silent for a few moments.  “Holy Frith.  Who would want to use something like that?” 

“I have no idea.”  Yes, I do. I know a few who would see that thing as a challenge, not a threat. 

“I can’t even think of how … such a thing … would be used.” 

Din sighed, wishing he had her ignorance of such things.  “I doubt the designer meant for it to be used like a club against a Mandalorian’s helmet, though.” 

“Was it … hard?” 

Unsure of whether Marathel was being sarcastic, it took all of Din’s self-control not to burst out laughing. “Umm … sort of?”  Marathel snickered, and then Din began to chuckle, and before they knew it, they were both laughing.  Oh, buir, she does have a bit of a filthy mind.  After they had laughed for a while, Din said, “That wasn’t even the worst part of the day.” 

“Oh?  Then what was?” 

I decapitated a man for burning up your socks.  “When Fennec caught up with me, she gave me a few good smacks.” 

“Why in Frith would Fennec hit you?  What did you do?” 

“Well …” Din reached out and put his hand on her arm, hidden under the blanket, and he was pleased that Marathel did not jerk away.  “She was upset with me for not telling you about my covert not accepting the Aurodium coins.  They didn’t, cyar’e, the Armorer rejected them, because … because in the Armorer’s eyes, you should receive the bounty.  She said that the coins were tainted by your suffering, and it would be dishonorable to keep them.  Thanks to Fennec and others, I was able to exchange all those coins into credits.  And that money is now yours.” 

Marathel half-turned to look at him.  “I don’t understand … you mean … what am I to do with money?   I don’t need it, where I’m going.” 

“No, not on Unmanarall, but …” 

Marathel’s face fell, and she rolled back to her side and pulled the blanket back over her head.  I went into that Hold for no reason, and for nothing. When I awoke on Tatooine, and you told me you’d gotten the coins, I wish now I’d never woken up.  “I don’t want the money.  You keep it.  Surely you can use it.” 

“But it’s not mine to keep …” 

“I don’t care.  I don’t want it!  Keep it for Grogu, for his future. Use the money so you can stop this bounty hunting thing and keep him safe!  Get a better ship, something …” 

“A better ship?  What’s wrong with my ship?” 

“I’m already terrified of being in here, with just that door keeping us from dying at any moment.  And then we’re flying on a repair that I made when I have no idea what I’m doing?  You’ve trusted me with a repair that might fail and kill us all!” cried Marathel. 

Din shrugged. “Hell, Grogu’s made a couple of repairs on this ship.” 

“And you wonder why I can’t trust your words.”  Marathel sniffled.  “I’m dumb with words. I don’t understand much.  But it seems that words always lead to lies.” 

“I understand how … why you can’t trust my words.  Your scope is limited, but you are the furthest thing from stupid, ma’mwsh ha’laa.  You are so much more than you think you are. I wish I could find the words to convince you of that.”  He continued to stroke her arm under the blanket.  “Fennec also gave me a what-for, for telling you that I loved you, just as you were leaving.”  Din squeezed her arm.  “But you had waited for me to get there, and I knew that I had to tell you, because there was always the chance you wouldn’t survive. And if I didn’t tell you, and if you had died, it would have been my greatest regret. 

“But I was so afraid, afraid you’d reject me, I … I’m still afraid, because I’m losing you.  Mesh’la, ner kar’ta … no matter what you may think of yourself, how you don’t deserve to be part of my life, I will always, always believe that you are the second-best thing that has ever happened in it.”  Marathel did not respond.  Din sighed.  “Dank ferrik, Marathel, I would have thought you’d at least have a smart-assed retort to being second best.” 

“Your first best is Grogu.  As it should be.” 

“You make it sound like he should be my only best.” 

“As it should be … for an …” — inbred incestuous whore cunt freak — “… for someone like me.” 

Din was silent for a long me.  Then he quietly said, “No one has to know about that.” 

Marathel frowned and tossed back her blanket.  She rolled to her back and turned her head to look at him. “If what was done to me, how I was bred … you say it doesn’t matter.  But if it truly does not matter, then … why hide it?” 

“It’s not hiding it; it’s just not announcing it to everyone.” Marathel narrowed her eyes at him as he said, “People talk.” 

“I wouldn’t just … introduce myself to strangers as the Inbred Inces—…” 

Her hand was suddenly grabbed by his, his thumb pressing against her fingers.  “Stop.  I agree with you.  But it still doesn’t change what I believe I feel.  I want Patu Mama, Marathel, just like Grogu says.  I want Patu Mama as much as — even more than — Grogu does.”   

Marathel pulled her hand away, saying, “There’s no point, Din.”  She flipped back to her side … but left her blanket where it was. 

Din sighed, and rolled to his side as well, looking at the back of her head.  “We have a pattern already, mesh’la … we get close to talking about the important things, and then we spar.  I suppose we are alike, as Cobb told you.”  He lifted his hand, holding it above her hip, thinking he could feel the warmth of her skin through those horrible blue pants she was wearing.   

“Cobb was a good friend,” said Marathel, wistfully.  Before Din could process his thoughts about Cobb, she continued, “I am sorry for what I did to the two of you.” 

“What you did?” 

“I made you two angry with each other.” 

 Din frowned under his helmet.  “And how did you do that?” 

“I let him kiss my cheek, hold my hand …” 

Din rolled his eyes.  “Cobb Vanth is a man-whore who loves touching and kissing people.” 

“Is he good at kissing?” 

“Is he good at …?” stammered Din. Marathel smiled. Din had sounded mildly shocked she asked him that.  “You know I can’t … the helmet…” 

“I think, Din Djarin, that you love him very much, and he loves you as well.  He’s terribly worried about you and Grogu.  He fears for your safety,” said Marathel. “And … I sincerely doubt that a man as … intense … as Cobb Vanth would let anything as simple as beskar come between him and a pair of lips he’d like to kiss.” 

“You’re … not wrong.  I can remove my helmet so long as the other person cannot see.  Darkened rooms, blindfolds.”  Din listened to Marathel breathe.  “You are wondering why I didn’t … allow you that much of me.  Why I led you to believe that the helmet was the issue.”  Din took a breath, collecting his thoughts.  “I didn’t want to blindfold you.  I felt that was unworthy of you.  You deserved better than that.”  Marathel remained silent.  “I … believed that you were going to drop off the eggs and then go back to the hut to spin and weave and live among your Dahls, and eventually forget about me. 

“It was better, I thought, to remain anonymous in your eyes, because I knew I was leaving.  Showing you my face was too hard to consider. 

“And then, you told me to be still.  Be still.  I heard you, I did.  My chest, the bite mark burned, and I was frozen to the spot.  Olba got you out of there, and she handed you over to me.  Rodanthe left you, and she handed you over to me.  And I was the one who handed you over to your father. You made me do it, and whether it was this damned bite mark or my love for you, I don’t care. 

“But right now, I wish I could make you turn to me so that I may look at your eyes as I tell you I love you.” 

There’s no point.  There’s no point. 

Making her decision regarding what she intended to do next, Marathel reached up and lifted her hair over her head, exposing the back of her neck, knowing that she was releasing her scent to Din as he lay so close behind her.  And it worked like she knew it would: she heard his sharp intake of air, and then the little hitch as he caught the warmth from underneath her thick shock of hair.  She heard his helmet leaving his head and then his lips against her skin.   

Typical.  She made the decision to be attentive and fast, to make it go faster for him, so hopefully it wouldn’t be as good.  The Elders preferred everything to go longer, these little tricks she was using couldn’t be used too often on them; they would give beatings if they didn’t come when they wanted. 

Din was immediately aroused, even though he fought it.  Osi’k, he thought, oh kriff oh kriff oh kriff, I cannot keep control around this woman.  He nuzzled her hairline and breathed deep. He kissed her neck and then licked her salt off his lips.  His hand slid down her ribs to her hip, and she winced as he hit a couple particularly sore spots.  She let him linger on her skin for a while before she asked, “Did you want more?” 

“Mesh’la,” he murmured. 

“If you want me to face you, put your helmet back on.”  Din lifted his lips from her neck.  “Did you hear me?” 

“I heard you.” 

“Then either put your helmet back on, or … turn off the lights,” she said.  Din swallowed … and put his helmet back on.  When she heard the amplified breathing, she turned and sat up.  “Tell me what you want,” she said without looking at him. 

Din reached up and touched her cheek. “I want you.  I want you with me, with Grogu.” 

“But you’re a man.  This is all men want.”  Marathel’s hand went to his belt buckle, pulling on it, loosening it. 

Din began to sit up and reached for her hand. “What’re you …” Her hand had already unbuttoned his waistband and was slipping inside when he gripped her wrist.  Her other hand clawed at the bite mark on his chest, and Din could swear he heard the words be still whispered under her breath, and he felt he no longer had control of himself as he let go of her wrist, laid back, and went still. He felt her warm hand pluck his cock out of his pants and gently stroke it as it began to grow erect.  Marathel turned and leaned across Din’s middle, her back to him.  “Marathel, no, not like this …” and Din groaned as she took him fully in her mouth, swiping her tongue down its length, then up again.  Din tried desperately to remain quiet, and he turned off his helmet’s modulator.  He reached for her, but could only touch her back, her hip, her shoulder.  Not her hands or her face, he couldn’t see her eyes as she did the most amazing things with her tongue, lightly dancing on the edges of his head.  Her pace quickened, and she alternated between short strokes and long, moaning in her throat, and her lips vibrated and threatened to undo him entirely.  He craved for this to last longer, he wanted it to be already over, he wished she hadn’t started this.  Oh, dank ferrik, this is the best I’ve ever had, not better than Cobb, but different, and it’s so good, he thought.  At the same time, he cursed himself for thinking such a thing, Marathel having suffered so, spending her entire life satisfying a Hold full of depraved perverted men in this way. 

But then he’d feel the back of her throat, and he thrust in and out her mouth, and her lips were rough but wet, she was so good at keeping her mouth wet, and her lips changed pressure on his cock, back and forth, and he groaned again and continued to fuck her mouth as he wondered if he could pull her hair a little bit so she’d moan again and hum on his cock but she moaned anyway, because he was pressing on her back with his hand and it hurt where he pressed, but if he grabbed her hip again it would hurt worse because there was a particularly deep whip mark there and his hand tried to make an inroad into her waistband, but she was wise to this and she had positioned her body in such a way that his hand was at a bad angle to easily access her pants, for she had learned that trick at a young age, as well as this trick of positioning herself across his body this way, because the Bishop claimed he always wanted to be able to see his cock in her mouth but she could get him to finish faster when he couldn’t see her because the Bishop thought her plain and he often wanted her to face away so then he could pretend she was somebody else, just like Din could do now, but she didn’t need to pretend. 

There was no point. 

Marathel was gently massaging Din’s balls and considering shoving a finger up his ass to make him finish quicker, so bored she was by sucking his cock, for she’d sucked the Bishop’s cock countless times, and when he demanded it, she would suck and tug other Elder’s cocks because the Bishop loved seeing her get splashed by many loads of cum at once, and her ass had been big and round when she was a child, even though she was a skinny thing until her breasts budded, but her wide hips gave her a womanly look even as a little girl, and the Bishop had to chastise himself for taking her child-ass as often as he did, sometimes the Bishop would simply slide his cock between her ass cheeks until he spurted on her back, and she had to wipe the cum off her back and lick it from her hands, and that was her treat for being such a good girl. 

Din was close, even though he didn’t want this, he didn’t want to come in her mouth, her magnificent, beautiful, plush mouth, dank ferrik, haar’chak!  This kriffing mouth of hers! Oh, fuck me, her tongue, oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK … 

Din thrust his hips as deep as he could and Marathel pulled her head back so she could catch all of his cum without choking, swallowing three times in quick succession, and she softened her sucking and slowed her tongue on him as he sank back down from his climax, and he’d bit his lip hard so that he could remain quiet while he came in Marathel’s mouth after she had given him possibly the best blow job of his life, and the knowledge that she’d been giving head her whole sad, sad, life hit his conscience like that dildo had hit his helmet, and he let out a single guilty sob, which Marathel mistook as a climax grunt.  

She replaced his penis within his thermals and did up his pants and belt.  She sat up and rolled away from him, hiding behind her hair as she lay down with her back to him, tears on her cheeks. 

He lay flat on his back, staring at the outlines of the ship’s mechanical panels through his helmet’s visor, tears on his cheeks. 

After a long time, Din turned the lights off with his vambrace control. He reached up and removed his helmet. Rolling towards her, Din slid an arm under her neck and used his other arm to roll her to face him. He touched her face in the darkness but could not feel her tears through his glove. He put his lips against her forehead and stroked her hair. Marathel remained still. 

Once he finally fell asleep, she gently removed herself from his arms, rolled back over, and stared into the darkness until she fell asleep herself, her heart filled with self-loathing and disgust. 

Whore Cunt. 

Next chapter ->

#the mandalorian angst #mando angst #din djarin angst #din djarin fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #starwarsficnetwork #mandalorian smut #pedro pascal stories #pedro pascal characters #pedro stories #pedrostories #lots of trigger warnings #mando smut #din x afab oc #din x plus size fem oc

[big-coyote]

hi!! this may be a weird thing to ask about but ive decided to make one of my longtime ocs a coyote therian (they were connected to coyotes since the beginning) and i wanted to ask if theres stuff i should avoid when talking abt them or doing character design?

ive done some research on my own looking thru tumblr blogs ran by therians mostly, but i mightve missed some stuff!

for now they show their theriantophy as either wearing a coyote looking onesie (which is the first outfit they ever had) or when wearing other clothes they have a tail keychain on their trousers, so i also wanted to ask if you know of any other things they could have to connect with their theriotype?

again im sorry if this is a weird question! <3

(1/2) Hello! Not a weird question at all, I’m actually very honored and happy you’ve asked! I have quite a number of OCs myself that are also therians or otherkin adjacent lol. Also if anyone else has any ideas they’d like to add/advice feel free to comment or reblog!

As for things you should ovoid I’d recommend straying away from the idea of therianthropy being inherently because of mental illness. While it’s totally okay for your Oc to struggle with mental health problems or other serious topics. I often see the stigma online where people assume being nonhuman or having a alterhuman identity means the person in question must have Schizophrenia, Dissociative Identity Disorder, psychosis, a delusional disorder, etc. And again while I know plenty of nonhumans who have those disorders (I have some of them) and that may effect their identities as a whole, it shouldn’t be the end all be all of their identity you know? Ovoid adding more stigma to both.

Another thing I’d stray away from is the idea of a character being a therian because of spirit animals or any mythology related to closed practices/groups. I’ve seen many indigenous people online speak about their discomfort with the word ‘spirit animal’ and how it’s been adopted into pop culture. Being alterhuman is much more then “I feel connected to this thing/this thing is just like me”, it runs much deeper then that and it is as much as a real identity as something like gender, sexuality, religion, etc. It should be taken with as much care and seriousness as those other identities because it is huge and important part to a lot of our lives.

Lastly I’d recommend avoiding making the character the butt end of the jokes. While the Oc themselves can be funny, have funny things happen to them or have funny experiences as a coyote Therian I’d ovoid making them the punching bag to other OCs. Online it’s not uncommon to see many people misunderstanding and mischaracterizing being nonhuman for a quick laugh. It be very disheartening if an OCs entire existence in a story is just “haha they think they’re a dog, that’s stupid”. Again it’s important to take any identity like being a Therian seriously instead of just being the punch line for a joke or gag.

As for the clothing I think the onesie would be incredibly cute and good to wear as well as the tail! Many therians wear tails, both real and faux fur ones, to feel connected to their identity and feel more comfortable. I’ve also known many therians who were things like jewelry with their theriotype on it, fake animal ears, t-shirts, rings, fur coats, earrings, pins/buttons, etc. Some also like collecting plushies or posters with their theriotype as well, or having stickers on their books or drawing them. Or if you’d prefer a more casual character design you could have a character who doesn’t wear any outward Therian gear and prefers to keep it low key. Both options are very valid and would be interesting to see!

But no matter what I’m sure your Oc is going to be amazing and I can’t wait to see them! Please tag me if you make any art or stories about them, or if you have any other questions feel free to ask again or DM me!

#otherkin #alterhuman #wolf therian #otherhearted #otherkith #therian community #therian help #coyote therian #nonhuman #wolfkin #avian therian #therianthrope #therianthropy #alterhuman community #nonhumen

[doctor-croctor]

Today, I watched the first four episodes of Trigun Stampede.

Let me first say that I've been a huge fan of the original Trigun Anime since I saw it late at night on either Adult Swim or Toonami, i read the four volumes of the Trigun Manga that my school had and that (Along with DragonBall and Rave Master) are what got me into Manga in the first place.

I am still uncertain of this show, but it is almost in a good way. Vash's character maintains the heart of his goofball antics, and genuinely makes me believe that this world was made for love and peace, at least through his eyes. The art is amazingly and expressive, I like his design, but feel that the glasses are a bit too big, but that also reflects his more wide-eyed personality.

As for Meryl, I actually am enjoying her characterization as a newbie reporter. It allows her to make more mistakes than as the straight man insurance representative. Her back and forth with Roberto, her accompanying veteran reporter, is enjoyable and is great for guiding us through her character arc. Meryl was, along with Misty from Pokémon, basically the character definition of Tomboy, so I'm still at odds with her seeming to lose that aspect of her character, but her compassion is more than noteworthy to keep me invested.

(Below contains spoilers, so click more at your own risk)

I was very surprised when Vash managed to get through to Papa Nebraska, who, in his other characterizations, we never got a deeper sense for his personality. Here, he is still the criminal genius to the brawn of his much more appropriately sozed son, Cozien, but he is constantly putting down Cozien's intelligence while protecting him in an oddly heartwarming way, i love that they managed to expand his characterization while staying unabashedly himself. I quickly believed he could change when Vash brought up helping him and his son, which is something I think neither prior version of vash would have been able to do. Then E.G. Buggy... wait... no... that's not right.

Then E.G.Mine comes in, (nailed it), and Cozien is killed in the first explosion, I was shocked to say the least, but with his death I immediately felt heartbroken for Papa Nebraska, a character who three hours ago I would have never been heart broken for mind you.

I think I'll cut my review of the other characters and villians out for now and come back after ive seen more.

I am definitely enjoying it more than I thought I would after seeing the new design for Vash. The animation is great, the opening is I almost want to say iconic, but the music throughout doesn't drip with that aesthetic I love from the original show. And if that's my main nitpick so far it's doing pretty good.

My only question is, where on Gunsmoke is Best-Girl Stun Gun Millie Thompson?!?

[This post is gonna cost you all 20,000$$, so everybody better pitch in to pay the undertaker]

<Please no spoilers till I've replied to myself with more>

#Trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #anime #anime review #derringer meryl

[ohmygillygoshoppler]

what are.... your headcannons for Epsilon and his people?? Ad Francis too??

oooooh! OOOOOOH! FINALLY!!! MY THEORIES!!! IVE BEEN DYING TO SHARE MY THEORIES!!!

loooooooooong post lmao. Heads up-

Okay okay okay, so I had a few questions about these people when I first started watching the show a gazillion years ago; like how many more of The People are there? How do their numbers work? Are they all clones, or just the Epsilons? How do they do what they do in their universe? Who the fuck do they work for? And why are things the way they are?

I have more questions than answers, but I will say that brainstorming about it has been so much fun~ So lemme just break this down as best as I can-

I personally headcannon that only the Epsilons are cloned from each other, every other agent is someone they either recruited through traditional means, taken from childhood or from birth, or cajoled into service as a form of punishment. We all know how easy it would be to pluck a few promising young birds from some orphanage somewhere; unnoticeable, unwanted, and untraceable to the masses, an organization like The People would jump on the opportunity, I think.

Okay, now for my individual agents, I have only a few things I've actually put to pen about them. Don't you just love having blank slate character to project all of your bullshit onto? I do!

Firstly, I have Irene which i'll be real, she's my fave Green Man to draw. She's.... so pretty... To me....

Her stoicism is linked directly to her environment. When she's on the clock, she one of the most precise, cunning, cutthroat agents around. But the split second she has the okay to relax, she's relaxed.

Her detail is a saboteur, so she is the one disarming traps, disabling security systems and breaking shit up so she and her People can get their jobs done. That being said, she likes to tinker, and can make even the nastiest, most beaten up and abandoned forest can come back to life-

She is insightful, observant and sometimes even playful. She just hides it under a perpetual frown. I was also thinking she would have some affectionate feelings toward Francis, as she's known him all his life , and adored Simone. I imagine Irene and Francis are kind of like siblings with a huge age gap.

Next up, my man Io, a former Hunter who since kicks it with The People after an incident in the 90's. He, along with Epsilon and Simone worked with the Secret Scientists to create a vaccine against lycanthropy. He's been an invaluable asset to The People ever since.

Io has special knowledge on medicine and even alchemy, occasionally making passing remarks about an old colleague that could turn wood chips to gold shavings. He also has a vast knowledge in matters of supernatural sicknesses and possessions. He has a bit of a morbid fascination with it, even going as far as to try and give himself pestilences only for the sake of further research.

I think he'd be pretty neutral about Francis, seeing as how it's not ease accepting some kid to be your new boss. At the same time, he knows where he is, so Io does what he can to keep their relationship strictly professional. However, in light of... recent events, he may be spending more one on one time with his fellow agents; more so than he's used to. We might learn more about him later...

And now WOOOOOOO, GRANDPAAA!!! LETS GOOOOOO!!!!! No, but for real, Agent Rohan is the oldest agent here, pushing 65, and he's still out here taking orders from Epsilon and making moves with The People, all the while fighting vampires, befriending warewolves, tricking the fae and dealing with alien incursions of every sort. He's up there in "Spooky Levels of Competence" with Simone and Grandpa Max, like, this man has seen some shit.

Rohan likes hunting, fishing, shooting, and camping out in the middle or asscrack nowhere. You know, old man stuff. He's the good kind of Boomer, ya know?

And he's still just a chill Old Man who just wants to retire to a secluded cabin in the woods with his Dog (not a dog, not a dog-) and live out his sunset years like a regular American man.

Fuck you, I know Agent Mccabe divorced his ass (they were never married lmao) but sometimes when they're together it feels like nothing's changed. Then they look into each other's eyes and remember how they've hurt each other oh fuck-

Epsilon is an extremely reserved and extremely stifled man, so much so that he stifles everyone around him. He believes that order and routine are the ways to maintain a safe and normal lifestyle, and so many times he is proven right. So much so he allowed himself to be tricked into letting his dearest friend leave for outer space.

He is a, "By any means necessary," type of man to a fault. Ruthless, calculating, and by any sense of the word, the Perfect Agent. Nothing phases him, it seems. However, there is something there, a reason he instills instant obedience and zero hesitation, and I think we can all find that out... together....

Here cooooomes the boyyy~ 💖✨✨ my boy, my baby; Francis.

Hahahaaaa, this one thing soooo highly of himself, hahahahaa~~ Ohhh, thats so cute. I love him for that. I will break him. He will know humility.

You know what happens when someone with no moral compass is thrown into the most fucked up situation? They find that compass, and they fucking use it. The boy must learn, and there wasn't enough time in the show to teach him. Now's my chance-

Speaking of, his Foolhardy Father taught him that thinking for himself was the wrong thing to do, and after Morrigan, he has to start thinking out of the box because there was never a protocol for this...

Also..... I know the fact he's a clone hurts him, like, we saw that shit in The Unblinking Eye, fuckin he hates following Epsilon's orders but what the fuck else is he gonna do? What else is there, this is what he was made for, right? He seems like the perfect guy for a character arc, and it kills me that he didn't get one.

I want him to learn to be his own person. Kinda want em all to figure out what their lives are, since they could all be butchered at any moment and only their killers would mourn them.

Speaking of Killers....

Miss Morrigan Monroe

"Whaaaaat?!?!" I heard you gawking, "Your Evil Bitch™ is with The People?!?! How???" And I'll give you the diss-

next post, this bitch is already so long. But just know, she knew the OG Epsilon and they fucking DO NOT VIBE.

She is hundreds of years old, has profound beef, and the shits on site, so sorry Epsilon. That's what you get for the sins of your father, Get fucked, I guess.

I know she's bad, but she's meant to be vapid, petty, recalcitrant, repugnant and deranged, mean and clever and scary beyond all reason- You know, the perfect woman, lmao. (I dont AT ALL condone the shit shes done or is gonna do but like, its gonna be nasty 😈😈😈😈)

#Oh my goodness this post is so long aaaaaaaaaaaa #please dont kill me but Imma make yall read #get fucked #ugh #okay im sleepy #the secret saturdays #the secret saturdays francis #the secret saturdays ocs #TSS The People #the secret saturdays Epsilon #Agent Epslion #TSS Agent Irene #TSS Agent Io #TSS Agent Rohan #TSS Morrigan

[anzynai]

HELLO EVERYONE!!! Hope y'all are having a good day

Listen listen listen??? For the 300 Follower Event-

What if Teru (From tbhk) had a partner, a lovely lover

Who's a gremlin, really please Teru can't even let them out of eyesight for 10 seconds, also they have so much energy like bro looks like they mix coffee + energized drinks and drink that shit every hour

Y/n having never ending stamina lmao!!

So like for a scenario: y/n tries to tickle Kou but it backfires on them, and just to say. . .but, Teru is canonically a bit sadistic so I let you imagine how "awful" the tickling was for poor y/n

They didn't Stand a chance 💀

NOW, I DISCOVERED YOUR BLOG NOT SO LONG AGO

But I know damn well I will zoom into your ask box again, it's your fault, why is your writing so fucking good? 👁️

So l SHALL BE NAMED froggy anon

-🐸 (If one of your anons already took this title I am hating on life)

Ciao~

HIII ur ask is so chaotic i love it, thanks for sending in a request!! im not going to lie, this one was really hard and might not really meet your expectatjons,, idk its been a while since ive seen teru so he is prob ooc and uh… reader might not rlly be as energetic as u wanted?? IDK I TRIED MY BEST IM SORRY…. BUT still, i dont think its bad so i hope u enjoy it regardless!!

and dw froggy anon is not taken LMAOO so ur good! hope to see u again soon<3

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“im gonna get you!!!!” you shouted. for some reason, you felt the overwhelming urge to annoy someone and kou happened to be the closest one around. however, having been friends with you for a while, he was used to you being like this, yet never really tried to prevent any of your antics so you took it as an invitation.

“NOHOHO TEHEHERU HELP!” kou cried the second you began tickling him. you froze, whipping your head around, meeting teru’s eyes. uh oh….!!!!

“t-teru?!” you cried out, looking like a deer in headlights.

“what are you doing to my brother?” he asked and you gulped. you could tell that question was just for show.

“we were just playing! isn’t that allowed?”

“sure,” teru smiled, but it looked a bit scary. “do you mind if i join?”

oh no, you were really in trouble now. kou had taken the time as a chance to escape and when you looked back, he was gone. how hadn’t you noticed?!

you looked back at teru, a menacing smirk on his face and oh, yes, that was why. still, you wanted attention and you knew teru would give it to you.

“sure!” and knowing what he was going to do, you decided you would get him first. you ran over, pouncing and tried to knead into his sides. apparently, he had anticipated this because he grabbed your wrists, restraining you quite easily.

“no! don’t tickle me!” you cried, shaking and flailing relentlessly, your nerves on fire. you just let yourself get caught by an evil tickle monster, what will you do?!

“can’t i?” he tilted his head, innocently, then using one hand to hold up your arms, he used his other to tickle your sides.

“NAHAHAHA!” you screeched, loudly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“so ticklish..” teru tsk’ed, with a gleam in his eye. he ventured your body— your ribcage, your sides, tummy, and even your back and hips. he did not let any spots go unnoticed and you were.. quite literally… dying.

“TEHEHEHEHERU!” you laughed, scrunching up your neck. tickling was a strange thing. you loved it, even if the sensations were nearly unbearable. it felt as if it was zapping up all your energy, but you didn’t want it to stop either. but wow, teru was brutal! you’ll get him back next time!

#tickling #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk tickling #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!teru #teru x reader #jai’s 300 event #jai’s drabbles