HANG ON I FORGOT THE FUNNIEST THING TO SAY
this isnt a kin job (Im not being paid for streaming...yet) BUT I literally speedrun my source
not only has my artwork been recognized by the devs but I speedrun both crypt of the necrodancer and cadence of hyrule
I think it would just be hysterical to go for a world record and get it and the only real reasoning I have behind it is "well, I'm a Necrodancer"
-Octavo, the COOLEST Necrodancer 🎶
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Oh oh, exciting!! What about-- DinLuke for number 40, the one with the exes meeting again after some years? (Preferably in universe, but you do what you do--!)
In Universe? As in SW universe? ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT SALTY? WE ALL KNOW HOW CANON ENDS RIGHT?! RIGHT SALTY??!?
...Fine. Kids they did this to you, not me.
In the end, it was his son that made him find Luke. Not Leia, or the New Republic. Even Cara couldn’t move him to find his husband. It was his son’s tears one late winter day as the sun set and they were getting ready for dinner. Grogu had a terrible feeling, a waking nightmare of his dad. He could barely get out the words as he sobbed his little heart out against Din’s chest. All he saw was red sand, empty worlds and one final image of Luke standing alone against the First Order, in one last battle against his nephew. Nothing concrete but it made Din finally decide enough was enough. If something truly awful was going to finally drag Luke from whatever corner of the universe he’d fled to, then Din deserved first crack at the hut’tuun before he destroyed whatever hope Grogu had left in his little heart.
He’d tried to forgive. He tried to let go and move on. Nothing he did--not losing the Darksaber, not returning to Bounty Hunting or any man he fucked--could make him forget Luke. He was a pulsing, still bleeding wound that plunged Din into a foul mood whenever anyone so much as mentioned him or his kin murdering nephew. The desperation and fear he felt over Luke’s disappearance had over the years grown into a callus of hate and bitter regret. Nobody could make Din face this wound but Grogu. Grogu who had never stopped loving and mourning his dad.
Now finally, Din had a map to his riduur’s location and all it had taken was the murder of his brother-in-law and the last of Ben Solo’s soul. What was Din supposed to feel as his ship finally breached the gravity well of Ahch-To? Relief? Excitement? Anger? He felt none of these things as he passed endless waves of blue ocean. He felt nothing as his ship settled down into a small green island. His heart was thuded in his chest as he wandered past primitive stone huts and next to a coastline covered in stupid squaking birds and all he felt was grim anticipation. The waves were thunderous in his ears and the wind bitterly cold. He knew his stupid, overdramatic, idiot husband would be waiting for him at the top of the largest stone staircase he’d ever seen, so he took his karking time walking up, his bad knee causing him to take frequent breaks to rest. He’d throw Luke down these steps if he so much as said one word about how time had ravaged him. How mourning him had destroyed his health. How he had turned him into a walking dead man because he left Din. He stabbed him in the heart and he hurt. Their. Son.
But when he finally dragged himself to the top, when his uncovered face felt the beginning of scattered raindrops on his skin and he finally saw the remains of Luke, he finally felt an emotion break free from his stone heart.
His riddur was staring back at him with the same dead eyes he saw in the mirror every morning. He was riddled with age, his face drooped with wrinkles and grey hair and there was nothing of the Luke he loved in this old sad man’s face. His eyebrows rose in surprise but there was no happiness in his face either. Just resignation. Maybe even acceptance that Din had come there to drag him back to a universe that hated them both.
“Din.” Luke’s voice shook and sounded pathetic to his ears. Weak and unfamiliar. It dragged another feeling out of him.
Exhaustion. Din was so tired. He didn’t even have the strength to yell all the obscenities he’d been saving up, all the demands he’d carried, the pain of too many lost years. The hike up the long staircase had winded him and so all he did was turn around and slump down on the last step, completely spent.
“Din.” Luke hesitated, then came around to kneel by his side. “I…” The words died on his lips.
Din looked at Luke with eyes empty of tears and no buy’ce between them. His bare hand wiped raindrops from his brow.
“I’m here to bring you back,” he finally said.
Not home. Never again.
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hey sal! i'm new to your blog and so i was just reading your works and i cant help but tell you how much i admire you !! the nsfw ones? muah *chefs kiss* but on top of that, i adore how observant and analytical you are in dissecting the characters' personalities 🤌🏻✨ i was surprised to know that you've only watched the anime for jjk because your hcs and drabbles, oneshots, literally so good and feels so on point, especially your character analysis for them (and the dick ones lmao of course) <3 also, can i be 🦭 if it's not taken (: ? or 🌷 if that one's taken! i feel like i'll be sticking around here quite often because you seem so nice to talk too 🥺 anyways, i hope you take care and have a lovely day/night sal <333
this was so :,) so refreshing to read. im tearing up fr this is so sweet. i appreciate your words so, so much. im happy to hear you’ll be sticking around !!! you absolutely can be 🦭 !!!
i hope you have a lovely day too gorgeous !!! can’t wait to hear from you again <3
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