#just kidding i KNOW people are still into oranges and knights

[rinixo]

ashamed

Din Djarin/Reader | 5.9k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, PIV sex, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, oral sex, reader is blindfolded, vague breeding kink, themes of religious doubt re: the creed

'I have always felt ashamed at being witnessed in the act of wanting something I could not have.' - Jennifer S. Cheng

Part 2 to Someday

a/n: wanted to play around with the ‘struggling between your faith and your lust’ trope with Din and Reader. All the mythology/constellation stuff I made up.

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“See that star there? It’s called Tasale, in basic. It makes up the heart of the constellation Thaiell.”

Grogu looked up to where you were pointing. The two of you were crouched on the ground under the dark sky, your backs to the small campfire set up just a short distance away. Din was sitting near the flames, poking at it now and again as he listened to you talk about constellations with his kid.

The three of you had settled in for the evening after finishing a short scouting mission. After supper, you had noticed Grogu’s gaze following sparks from the fire floating up into the night and had started pointing out different astronomical bodies to the curious child. You had even pulled out a small telescope and set it up low enough for Grogu to peer through the viewfinder.

“Thaiell is a figure in ancient Naboo mythology,” you explained as Grogu made a small squeak of acknowledgment. “There are tales of when she was a young mortal priestess. She fell in love with a knight after he rescued her from a terrible monster that was attacking her temple.” You moved the telescope slightly to focus elsewhere.

“You can’t see it from where we are here, but on Naboo, I’d be able to show you the full constellation,” you continued. “The most famous tale talks about how she gave up her life at the temple to travel with her beloved, only to die tragically,” Grogu whined at your retelling, and you patted his back gently. “I know, it’s sad. But she’s always been my favorite constellation.”

“Why is it your favorite?” Din asked from where he sat behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you shot him a small smile.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” you laughed. “You see, Tasale is two stars - a binary system People say that they represent the heart of Thaiell and the heart of her beloved, eternally rotating aside one another. I guess I just think it’s romantic.”

“Patu,” Grogu tapped your knee, drawing your attention back to him. You shrugged at Din, smiling shyly from your confession, and went back to showing the child the stars.

Less than an hour later, Grogu had his fill of stargazing and had fallen asleep in your lap, snuggled against your stomach. You had moved back towards the fire as he dozed off, and sat opposite Din, watching the way the flames reflected an orange glow in his armor.

It had been a few weeks since you had left the small forested planet where you had met Tineke and Galina, and not once had either you or Din mentioned the intimate evening you had shared. You had woken up alone, wrapped up in the sheets, wondering if it had just been a pleasurable dream. The soreness between your thighs and in your jaw had proven that it had not been. You had met up with Din and a still-sleeping Grogu and journeyed back to the Crest in the misty pre-dawn light, and after punching in some coordinates it had been business as usual.

The two of you had skirted around any topics relating to that night and any hint of attraction you harbored for each other. The long silences in the cockpit had an air of tension in them - feelings said and unsaid.

At one point, you had gathered enough bravery to approach him one late-night cycle. You met him in the galley as he was tidying something up, placing a hand softly on his vambrace. He had paused, and gently pulled away from you, and you had left it at that.

“He liked looking at the stars,” Din said quietly, breaking you out of your thoughts. You looked down at Grogu’s sleeping face, the shadow of a smile on your lips.

“He did,” you agreed. “He certainly is becoming more and more Mandalorian.” You had heard Din explaining the tenets of the creed to his foundling on several occasions, imparting the knowledge he’d need to know to make his way in the galaxy. To his credit, and belying his young age, Grogu paid apt attention to his father’s teachings about navigating and traveling. Your expertise may be more theoretical than Din’s, but if what you could share with him was useful, you were happy to do so.

“I’m glad he is taking an interest in learning,” Din commented. “It’s…not an easy life.”

“So you’ve said,” you replied softly. “But Grogu has chosen a good role model, I think.”

“Have you met other Mandalorians?” Din queried, and you laughed.

“No,” you conceded. “But if they’re even half as impressive as you, then…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling shy. Across from you, Din had stilled in his prodding of the coals. The flames had died down, the fire barely more than embers at this point.

You had just been about to compliment Din, but after his silence and non-acknowledgment of your feelings from weeks ago, you stopped yourself. If your relationship was never going to progress any further, then perhaps it was best to stifle those feelings to save yourself from further heartbreak.

“You should sleep,” Din said lowly. “We’ll be off as soon as dawn arrives.”

Swallowing roughly, you nodded. Rising, still clutching Grogu to your chest, you returned to your bunk on the Crest. Deciding to snuggle with the sleeping baby rather than place him back in his cradle, you drifted off to sleep, finding comfort in the soft breaths of the tiny being in your arms.

—

Din waited a while before returning to the ship himself, wanting to wait enough time for you to fall asleep. He watched the coals die through his visor, musing on your short conversation.

The enormity of his desire for you frightened him. He could still remember how it felt to hold your soft body against his armored one like it was just moments ago. He desperately wished that he could feel you with more than just his bare hands, struggling between his dedication to his creed and his hunger for you. He felt a tinge of shame of how he had palmed himself to several releases over the past couple of weeks, remembering the heat of your mouth on him and the clutch of you on his fingers.

He thought back to his earlier promise - someday - and felt a twinge of regret. How could he promise something he wasn’t sure he could give? He had never struggled to keep to his code until he met you. Something about you stirred feelings in him he didn’t think he could have. If it was just lust, that one time would have satisfied it. No matter how much he tried, however, he could not get you out of his head.

Dropping sand over the coals, he sighed and returned up to the ship. He should have just gone to his bed, but he was pulled yet again to where you were. Your soft breathing indicated that you were out. He watched your sleeping form, curled protectively around his child, and something in him shifted.

Maybe there was a way to satisfy his need for you while adhering to the creed. Knowing he was not going to be able to sleep before parsing it out, he stomped up to the cockpit to meditate on the situation.

—

You woke up hours later, wincing at a soreness in your arm. It was bent funny, from where you had held Grogu next to you during your rest. The child was gone, and you blinked slowly and yawned before rising yourself.

The hull of the ship was quiet and empty, and you saw that the hatch was down. You could see sunlight streaming in, and as you changed into a clean set of clothes you wondered where Din had landed your little trio. You hadn’t gotten a chance to ask him, and he hadn’t asked your opinion on the next destination.

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the man stepped up into the ship - his kid noticeably absent. Pulling a light parka over your head, you shook out your hair and looked around for your shoes.

“Where is Grogu?” You inquired as Din began grabbing various things out of the storage compartments in his ship. Rations, water packs, necessities like that. Was he going on a hunt?

“With a friend,” Din answered. “He’ll be safe there.”

You frowned, confused. “Ok,” you said slowly. “But what about me?”

Din turned to you, handing you your empty pack. “You’ll be with me,” he said simply. “Pack up. Just enough for a day or two.”

Taking the pack, you looked at it dumbly, still confused. You rarely joined Din on his bounties - you were not trained in combat and would only be a liability. You usually stayed behind, running calculations or translating texts, Grogu babbling at your side until Din returned. You often joked you were an extremely overqualified babysitter, which you were sure Din rolled his eyes at.

“It’s ok,” Din said softly, noticing your expression. It almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself of his own statement, and your stomach knotted. The irrational part of you wondered if he was going to take you out into the desert and leave you for dead. You quickly squashed those thoughts, chastising yourself. Din hadn’t given you any reason not to trust him yet - and you hadn’t given him a reason to distrust you in turn. You had come to understand that he often left out details not because he wasn’t willing to share, but because he was used to doing everything on his own. You hoped this was just another one of those situations, where you’d find out his plans once he decided you needed to know.

Nodding, you turned and began to pack some basics, just missing a relieved sigh from the armored man as he continued his own packing.

—

A while later, you cursed the strain in your calves as you followed Din up a narrow, rocky trail. He had taken you on quite the hike - up and over low volcanic hills, covered in lava rock and plush layers of moss and other plant life. You realized that you were on Nevarro after seeing the spaceport in the distance. You knew Din had history here, and people he considered allies, but it still didn’t explain what in the hell was going on or why you were there.

Rounding the top of the hill, you paused to catch your breath. A warm breeze twisted lazily around you, and you scanned the horizon waiting for your energy to return.

“We’re almost there,” Din called, already several paces ahead of you. He pointed to the next rocky cliff, a couple hundred yards away. “It’s just behind there.”

“What is?” You cried out for the nth time. “Pirate hideout? Hidden cache?”

“You’ll see,” was his enigmatic reply, and you huffed before continuing behind him loyally.

The slight smell of sulfur hit your sense with the next breeze, and you scrunched your face up at the sensation. Ahead of you, Din disappeared around a rocky outcrop, and you hoisted your pack up over your shoulder and hurried to join him.

Rounding a sharp, porous cliff, you ran right into his back. He steadied you with a firm arm, shifting so that you could see around him and down into a small valley.

Steam rose in plumes, shifting in the late afternoon light. Geothermal springs bubbled and hissed below you, surrounding a small building set into the volcanic cliffs. Greenery decorated the ferrocrete structure, ivy and other creeping vines draping beautifully over its brutalist exterior. Your mouth opened into a small ‘o’, and you looked up at Din with wide eyes.

“It’s for you,” he said. “A place to relax, for a little while.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you sputtered. This was the last thing you were expecting to see, or receive. Your own private hot spring bungalow? You were expecting a cave or some other kind of damp hole you’d be crawling through in search of some criminal fugitive or piece of ancient pottery. “How did you come across a place like this?”

“Karga - the magistrate,” he clarified. “He owed me a favor.”

You frowned. “Din, I can’t take your favor. That’s not fair.”

He shrugged, continuing down the hill. “You need a break. Just enjoy it.”

—

The sun set a few hours later, and you lounged on the small porch, sipping on a cool drink. You had spent an almost unhealthy amount of time bathing in the springs, the warm water soothing aches you didn’t even realize you had. Din had busied himself elsewhere during that time - you had insisted that he also take the time to relax a little bit. The building wasn’t terribly large, but it was enough so that the two of you had privacy from one another.

You had half-expected him to dip out once you reached the building, and it had seemed like it was on his mind too. He had hovered just inside the doorway as you explored, and it wasn’t until you had gestured for him to come inside that he crossed the threshold. Almost like he was waiting for your permission.

The setting sun cast an orange light over the hills, making the bubbling springs look like pools of lava. You smiled, rubbing your calves lazily. There had been some lovely oils and creams set out, and you had picked the one you liked the smell of most to rub into your skin. The scent of medicinal spices and flowers filled your senses, all of it combining into quite a calming atmosphere. It almost reminded you of the bathhouses back on Naboo - except much more private.

“How was it?” Din’s voice greeted you, and you looked over your shoulder to see him carrying a stack of wood towards a small fire pit set into the ferrocrete floor.

“It was wonderful,” you gushed. “You should give them a try before we leave. I’ll go inside so you can get the full experience.”

“I might,” Din mused, arranging the wood and setting it alight. He settled on a small seat, hands crossed in front of him. You scooted over to join him closer to the flames.

“I really appreciate this,” you professed. “Though…I’m still a little confused. I hope you know I don’t expect things like this.” While you knew your life of relative peace and luxury was vastly different from his own, you had felt like you had settled quite comfortably into a life of being on the move and living in cramped spaces. “You don’t need to bribe me, you know,” you joked.

His helmet tilted to the side. “I know,” Din responded lowly. “It’s - more of a token of my appreciation for everything you do for Grogu and I. And…an apology.”

“For what?” You inquired.

“For everything,” he answered quietly. “For…letting my feelings get in the way. And for unpaid promises.”

“Oh,” you rasped, drawing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on top. Guilt flooded in, and you let out a sigh.

“It’s ok Din,” you mumbled. “I should have known better. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You don’t have to - it’s not a promise I expected you to even say, much less keep. If you want to forget about it, then I’m all right with that.” You shot him a half-smile, trying to force yourself to be ok with this development. Having it out in the open hurt, but at least you knew.

Time passed slowly, though, in reality, it must have been just a few heartbeats. The two of you gazed into the low flames. The smell of the burning wood was bright, like something you’d smell in incense. Combined with the steam and the oils, you felt a little lightheaded. You thought about excusing yourself and calling it a night early, maybe finding something alcoholic to sip before trying to sleep your feelings off, when Din let out a sigh.

“I’ve seen members of my covert leave for various reasons,” Din spoke softly. You raised your eyes and watched him through the flames as he poked at the coals, sending sparks up into the sky. “Wealth, family, fear, love. I had thought that there couldn’t possibly be anything in the galaxy that would cause me to forsake the creed.”

“I’ve felt temptation. It’s not an easy life, but it was the only one that I had ever truly known,” he continued. It’s what drives me…gives me purpose.” You nodded slowly, silence inviting him to continue.

“I knew this older Mandalorian, decades ago. We had traveled together on a few different bounties before I had started taking jobs exclusively on my own.” There was a hint of a smile in his soft voice. “I guess he was a kind of…mentor. Took me under his wing when I was first starting out. The last time I saw him was the day he laid down his helmet and left the creed. The other members of the covert watched him go in silence, but I followed him out into the dawn. I confronted him, and asked him why he would leave.” Another poke at the coals, and more sparks.

“I remember him just turning, a small, sad smile on his face,” Din murmured. “And he said ‘I just didn’t want to live another day without feeling the sun on my face, kid.’”

“Back then, I hadn’t understood. I had thought the man a fool for abandoning the creed for such an insignificant reason.” His helmet turned up, the visor facing you straight on. “Then, years later, I accepted a bounty for the kid and it was then that everything I thought he knew about the galaxy and my place in it had shifted.” You could barely hear a broken sigh as Din dropped the stick he had been using to stoke the fire, his hands resting limply on his thighs.

“And after meeting you,” he rasped, and your heart started beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. “I started to understand that perhaps that man’s words were more than just about feeling the sun on your face.”

Swallowing roughly, you trained your eyes on the man in front of him. It was like he had deflated - everything he was feeling, out in the open - guilt bare in front of you. You stood and went over to him, sitting just to his side, thighs barely touching. Placing a wary hand on his shoulder, you tried to think of what to say in response.

“I’m can’t take back how I feel,” you decided, voice soft and gentle. “Or erase what has transpired between us. But if it makes it easier for you…” trailing off, you brought your hand down to his bicep, where there was no armor, and squeezed gently. “I’m ok with going back to how things were.”

Din’s helmet turned towards you slightly, and he placed a hand lightly on your knee, squeezing in return.

“I brought you here for another reason,” he confessed and stood. Holding out his hand, he took yours and helped you to your feet, leading you inside the building.

It was lit dimly by warm, inset lights, and you followed Din into the main bedroom suite. You sat at the edge of the wide bed and watched as he went over to where his things were sitting on a table.

“Maybe it would be best if we did go back to how things were,” Din faltered, voice low as if he was talking more to himself than to you. He pulled a piece of dark fabric from his pack and handed it to you. It was soft, like silk, but made of a thick weave. “But…”

You took it from him as realization bloomed in you like a rising flame. “You want to feel the sun on your face,” you finished for him, thumb brushing over the blindfold.

“I can’t show you my face,” Din husked. “It’s not…but if you cover your eyes…” he trailed off with a shaky breath. “If you are willing.”

You hummed, turning the blindfold over in your hands. “Is this what you want?” Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you handed the blindfold back to him, keeping your hand on his, waiting for his consent.

“Yes,” he rasped quickly, the word leaving his lips before you had even finished your sentence. With a nod of acknowledgment, you turned and showed him your neck. Moving your hair out of the way, you invited him to tie the blindfold over your eyes.

Darkness covered your sight as he tightened the fabric around your head. His hands settled heavily on your shoulders and you turned back to face him.

“I know I can’t see,” you ventured, “But can I touch you?” You placed a hand on his chest and heard a low, shaken noise from the man underneath the armor.

“Touching…is ok,” Din answered, and the tone of it sounded more like a plea than anything else. You stood in front of him, hands slowly going up to his shoulders, and you felt around for the clasps and belts that held his armor in place. You wanted to undress him as he had undressed you.

As each piece of armor came off, you handed it to him to place safely somewhere off to the side. Not being able to see what you were doing made the work a little harder, but it also increased your desire with every passing moment. You were getting closer and closer to his skin with every removal, and you tried to quell the anxious shake in your hands.

You got to his waist and then kneeled slightly to unclasp the armor at his thighs. Your hand brushed over the front of his trousers, and you felt him there, hard and wanting. A wrecked groan echoed from above you, affirming his desperation. Standing again, your hands went to his chest to undo his shirt when his hands came up to stop you.

“Wait.” You held still, listening for his instructions. You felt him move away from you slightly and heard rustling and the sound of him taking his boots off before you felt his presence back in front of you.

“Ok,” he affirmed, and your heart kept at the sound of his voice, clear and strong without the helmet in the way. He had removed it.

Your hands came back up to his collarbone, and you undid the front of his linen shirt. His skin was warm underneath, and you could feel his heart thundering. It matched your own, and it spurred you on further. You tugged up, and he helped you pull it up over his head before discarding it.

Before you could continue, his own hands went to your clothing. You paused and let him undress you in turn - your top thrown to the side, your linen shorts pulled down your legs. You stood in front of him, just in your thin fiber weave underwear, when he cupped your chin and brought his mouth to meet yours.

You felt his lips, soft against you, almost chaste in their exploring. You parted your own in a small gasp, hand coming up to rest on his chest. You could feel his heart thrum underneath your hand.

The scruff of his facial hair tingled and scraped your chin as he deepened the kiss. Your tongue darted out towards his lips, and he chased it back into your mouth with his own. One of his hands came to the back of your head as he laid you back on the soft sheets, guiding you down. His mouth moved to your jaw and he placed several firm, wet kisses all along it as you sighed and began to surrender to his touch.

—

Din felt like he was on fire. His body pushed him as his mind screamed at him, confusing messages telling him to stop, no, keep going, creed versus desire no it’s ok she can’t see, it doesn’t count, please just let me have this -

Every piece of his armor coming off at your hands sent shocks of desire through him, followed swiftly by guilt at finding pleasure in something so forbidden. Then he started to take off your clothes, swallowing roughly at the sight of your smooth curves revealed to his uncovered eyes.

He channeled his guilt and deference to the creed into the worship of your body. From your mouth, down to your jaw, and then to the center of your chest. He held himself over you, careful not to crush you under his weight. You arched up, and he ran his tongue to the peak of one of your breasts. Closing his eyes, he groaned as he sucked there roughly, delighting in how you gasped at the sensation.

“Feels good,” you muttered above him, and he responded by turning his mouth to your other breast. One of your hands came up to comb through his hair, and he teased you with a soft nip to the soft flesh around your pert nipple.

“You’re so soft,” Din whispered, trailing his mouth down the plane of your stomach. A smile flickered across your face before turning into a hiss as he kneeled at the edge of the bed and spread open your thighs. “Never knew anything could be so kriffing soft.”

He nosed at your covered mound, hands gripping your thighs. The thin fabric of your underwear was losing its modesty just from your slick - and he hadn’t even tasted you yet.

“So wet,” Din growled. “Do you always get so wet? Do you walk around my ship with a dripping cunt?” He wrapped his lips around the soft, swollen mound of you, holding tight to your legs to prevent you from moving away from his probing tongue.

“Unngh,” was all the answer you could muster as his lips firmed around the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, bitter-bright from the sensation of the man prostrating himself between your legs. His mouth moved against you, and he pushed your soaked underwear to the side to lathe his tongue up your slit. You reached down to grasp his hair again as he edged you closer to release.

Helmetless, Din reveled in the taste of you, the smell of you. Deference to his creed defied by the roaring desire you had planted inside of him urged him on. He flicked his tongue quickly over your swollen clit, eyes closing as you tensed against him.

“Oooh,” you simpered, hands tightening in his hair. “I’m gonna co-“ you failed to get the words out as Din pushed his face further into your soft cunt, and you came with a choked cry.

Stars, he thought. The feeling of you coming on his hand had been one thing, but this? The rapture of your orgasm nearly had him coming himself. A fleeting thought crossed his mind that he was now ruined - how could he ever be satisfied with just touches after feeling you come undone by his mouth?

Body shaking and jolting with every continued suck, you pushed at Din’s head. “S’too much,” you wailed, and you swore you could feel him smirk against you.

With one last kiss to your swollen flesh, Din moved back up your body. He grunted in surprise as you pushed on his shoulders, trying to roll him over. “What’re you doing?” He huffed.

“You said touching is ok,” you pouted, and he obliged you and rolled to his side. You felt around for his chest and swung a still-shaking leg over his broad lower abdomen. Leaning forward, you bumped his nose clumsily as he chuckled lowly and guided your desperate mouth to his own. You sighed into it, tongue swiping at his lips to taste yourself on him. Din’s hands settled on the backs of your thighs, rubbing the soft skin there as you explored his mouth.

Mirroring his earlier journey, you moved from his lips to his jaw, nipping at the scruff. His short nails scratched lightly at the skin on your legs as you ventured lower, using only your sense of touch to guide yourself down him.

Din groaned as your tongue came out to trace his collarbone before you kissed down his chest. His cock jumped at the feeling of you grinding down into his lap - were you even aware of it, or were you so drunk on the need for him that you didn’t notice?

As you moved your body down to settle between his legs, reaching for the belt of his trousers, you frowned in frustration as his hand came to stop you. “Sorry, sweetness,” Din mumbled. “But I’m not gonna last if you do that, and I want to come inside your cunt.”

“Oh,” you responded lamely as he grabbed your arms and dragged you back up his body. He slotted his mouth over yours again as he flipped your roles, once again hovering over your smaller frame.

“You want that?” Din husked into your mouth and you nod feverishly. “I know - you’re drenched with the thought of me deep inside you, aren’t you?” You moan your assent, shivering at the filthy way he’s talking to you.

“Gonna ruin you,” he continues lowly, shedding his pants and gripping the base of himself. Grabbing one of your legs, he pulls you down as you yelp. He rubs his cockhead over your clit and up and down your dripping folds, spreading your thighs to settle heavily between them.

His girth dwarfs you - you had seen how big he was before when you had him in your mouth, but feeling him like this - hard against where you wanted him most - makes your head spin. With a grunt, he pushes against you, and you feel the pressure of him.

He knows he should go slow. He wonders if he’ll fit as he watches the way you split and stretch around him. He feels too big, but it’s too good to slow down - and the way you keen under him urges him on. It’s selfish, he thinks wildly. Not taking the time to prepare you for this. But he can’t help it.

“Fuck,” he rambles, speaking neither to you nor himself, but to something unseen. “This is for me. Just for me.” Rolling his hips, he thrusts up into you, watching as your covered face lulls to the side, your breath leaving you in little gasps with every punch at your guts.

’S’full,” you mumble, and he answers you with another purposeful thrust. ’B-big. You’re so big, Din. Deep. You feel so good.” He murmurs praise about how good you’ve been for him, how pretty you look under him, blissed out from his cock. You gurgle out a moan at how full you feel - you swear you can feel him all the way up in your sternum.

He wants to stain your insides. His hips piston into you recklessly, driving home so that you’ll feel him for days afterward. He wants you to walk back to his ship sore and dripping with his spend, and then he’d push you down into your cot and fill you up again for good measure.

Your cunt flutters around him, and it drives him further into madness. All thoughts of the creed are gone. He’s lost in the tight clutch of you - the universe begins and ends from where he’s anchored inside of your body.

“Gonna fill you up,” he slurs against your mouth, chest coming down to press against yours. He hisses at your nails scratching up his back, and he presses his teeth against your bared neck. He sucks a dark mark there, nipping and biting up to just under your ear. “Want it, don’t you? Gotta come on my cock first, baby.”

Your brows furrow as if in concentration - you focus intently on the feeling of him. The way his bulk spreads your thighs, the ache of a burn already growing there. The way his iron-hard cock spears you open. The way his mouth lathes over your skin. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time, and it pulls you apart.

Din groans at the feeling of you tensing below him, around him. He’s so close, and it makes his whole body burn. He has just enough sanity left to keep his deepest desires on the tip of his tongue - the ones that make him come the hardest when he’s alone, cock in hand. The ones where he comes so deep inside of you that it takes and ties you to him forever.

He almost says it. “Might fucking take, sweet girl. Want me to come in you? Stuff you full of my come? Fill you so deep, get you nice and round with it-“

He doesn’t though - not yet, that’s too much - and instead muffles a groan into your neck as he starts to come. Din slams his hips into you once, twice, and then holds himself up against the seal of your womb, rutting not out but further up. Stars, he’s coming so much, and harder than he had ever come before. It makes him see static behind his eyes.

You shiver and moan beneath him, at the feeling of him pulsing his release inside of you. Din slots his mouth over yours before lowering himself further, hiking your legs up to lock around his waist.

You shift under him, still anchored to where he fills you. You can fill yourself leaking around the tight plug of him, and it makes your toes curl. Din does not make an effort to move, merely buries his nose into the side of your neck and curls around you further. Maybe it’s the desire to keep you there, attached to him. The feeling of holding someone in his arms - so unfamiliar yet so necessary.

He might be a Mandalorian, but he’s also a man, after all.

—

Din has you twice more before the sun rises. On your knees, face buried in the pillow as he plows into you from behind. He fucks you slow and deep like this, rambling more filth into your ear until you’re shaking around him again.

You’re nearly delirious from the pleasure and exertion as he brings you to your crest a final time. He lowers you onto him, your chests pressed together. The blindfold is damp from a mixture of your sweat and your tears. His hands brand themselves on the curves of your ass as he fills you one last time, praising you for how well you took him.

You feel him shudder beneath you as you mumble how you want to be good for him before you sigh and fall out of lucidity.

—

He holds you like that as the sun crests through the thin curtains. You’re sprawled over him, check pressed against his chest. Eyes still covered - the blindfold hadn’t budged, despite the way you tumbled together through the night. A small token of grace.

Din knows he’ll have to get up soon, and put his helmet back on before you wake up. His body is tired, though, and he convinces himself to lie there - just a little longer - and tries to imprint how it feels to have your body pressed against his.

After the bliss has faded and the shame sets in, it might be all he’s left with.

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Details I noticed in Nimona pt 5

It was mentioned in this post on Instagram that Nimona was there in the crowd before the knighting ceremony. A person blocks her from view for a second and she emerges on the other side as a rat

In the video clip the news anchors play of baby Ballister hopping the fence, the Queen is there. She's sitting in a booth on the bottom right of the screen so she's slightly blocked by the crowd watching the news but she sits forward as Ballister runs in. The Director is in the upper right as she leads the class

During Ambrosius' introduction, there's a clip of him taking a selfie with a kid in the Glorodome. There are two men wearing red coats behind them who hug/lean into each other in a very couple-y pose. Are gay relationships ok here?

Ballister smiles when Ambrosius calls him "thinky face." At this point he hasn't even looked at him yet but Ambs can still make him smile

The knighting ceremony must have been done in alphabetical order by first name because that's the only way you would get Ambrosius and then Ballister right after each other

Ballister is definitely bleeding after the jumbotron falls. It looks like dirt in the shadows but he's got a huge scrape on his forehead that is red in the light

There's a reflective piece of glass or metal right by Ballister's work bench. You can see his reflection in it as he makes his arm and then Nimona's reflection as she sits in the chair, playing with the knife

The papers Nimona drew her "resume" on have the Institute logo on them. Somehow she got ahold of Institute letter paper lol

Everyone likes to talk about the symbolism of the eye highlights so here's something interesting. In the scene where Nimona declares herself his sidekick, Ballister's eye highlights are the same shape as hers. His highlights go back to squares in the next scene

A nice bit of character acting- Ballister holds his wounded shoulder as the knights shove him in the holding cell

I know people have already pointed out that you can see Nimona as a rat as the Director leaves his cell but there are also normal rats and you can hear them squeaking

Ballister's prosthetic has a ball at the top of it that mimics the ball and socket joint of the shoulder. That means that it would need something to attach to. He’s probably got a metal bit on his torso that the ball has to go into to be able to have the full mobility of a shoulder. Meaning… Ambrosius took off his arm and a chunk of his torso

As they’re walking past all the knights Nimona beat up during the jailbreak and she says “They were like this when I got here,” there’s a knight stuffed inside the vending machine and a sword sticking out of the filing cabinet

When Nimona’s cooking the mushrooms for the breakfast tacos, she breathes fire on them but her back is to the camera so that ability is still a surprise to the viewer later. You can tell it's her though because her fire is orange and the fire from the stove is blue

When Ballister takes the arrow out of Nimona's leg, she's sitting on an old car seat(?) and he's kneeling on the ground next to her with one leg up. He's got her injured leg resting across his knee. Idk maybe ppl already knew that but I always thought he was sitting on the seat next to her

The knight that Nimona points to when she says, "He just peed his armor, he peed his armor!" is the otter knight with the cast on his arm (rip that guy lol)

The Institute has a motto that's four words in Latin. It's on the Insitute's logo but is most visible when the Director does press conferences. It reads, "Trad?m?? Securitas ???????? ???????" (The bottom two words get cut off by the podium) I'm pretty sure it translates to "Keeping our way of life safe" which is the tagline on the picture of the Director Ballister has on his murder wall

After the Kingdom rebuilds, there's a shot of hover cars going in and out of the wall. On the wall, they've laid the stones to make a phoenix pattern

When Ballister hangs up Nimona's headphones when he's cleaning up the tower, her sunglasses are hung above them

pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four

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Tickled Pink, But It's a Skill Issue

Summary: Idia is anything but thrilled at the soulmate mark on his wrist. After meeting his soulmate on one sunny day though, he's having second thoughts. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Comedy, Slight Angst, Romance, Fluff, Soulmate AU, Minor Swearing, Idia Gamer Speak, The Absolute Cringelord that is Idia Shroud, and Minor Book 6 spoilers

Word Count: 1,218

Idia Shroud stared at the words tattooed on his wrist with a grimace. Throughout his eighteen years of living, it still baffled him that the words he was born with cursed with, more like it were four words that made him want to shrink from embarrassment. Anyone else might have wondered about their soulmate once they saw their mark, but Idia might as well die from cringe.

“Your hair is pretty,” he muttered, shuddering. Really? Idia would rather have anything—anything, really—for a soulmate mark. What kind of soulmate’s first words to him would be about his hair, an untamed trail of flames and emotion? Emotions that made it obvious to anyone that he’s either angry or embarrassed? Emotions bearing impossible dreams, brutally crushed during his childhood? Idia would rather his soulmate curse or insult him for how much of a shut-in he is. If he was going to take the L and spend the rest of his life with this one person, at least make it believable.

Must be a normie hopeless romantic, Idia thought as he tapped and typed on his holographic screens. The type who dreams of a knight who saves them from a dragon for an RPG quest. Just like those prissy, trash-tier snobs at RSA. Just like a cliché romance plot in a B movie.

Idia knew he shouldn’t think of his soulmate like this before even meeting them. People his age already found their soulmates at this point. Couples holding hands in the park, sharing a drink in the restaurant booth, and all of the typical, mushy, lovey-dovey things people in love do. Well, people that aren’t the Shroud family. With how robotic they are, Idia doubts if the Shroud pair ever fell in love. He didn’t care to know about how his parents found each other. Even if he was curious as a kid, his parents never gave him the time of the day. Not when they were too busy to even look at their children who were going to inherit the fate of the Shrouds.

A faint crackle made Idia glance at the lock trailing down his shoulder. The orange tips of his hair shone like the beginning of twilight in his room, which was Idia’s cue to calm down. He huffed, subconsciously typing more aggressively than usual, and willed himself to forget his feelings. The thought of his soulmate always worked him up, or was it his parents?

“Who cares? I need to log in and do my dailies. I don’t want to break my log-in streak just because of this.”

Idia spent another evening in his room with nothing but his games, shoving ridiculous sentiment aside and waiting for Ortho to come back from class.

The next day was supposed to be ordinary, bleak, uneventful. Idia only went outside the comfort of his room to grab the newest video games and manga he ordered. Classes should’ve kept every NRC student busy. He could’ve slipped in and out of daylight without anyone noticing him.

“Your hair is pretty.”

Why is the Ramshackle Prefect here? Better yet, why did the universe give him a soulmate that was always surrounded by drama? Is he the main character of some sick comedy? Are the gods making fun of him at this point?

Idia Shroud, a stuttering coward in the crowd and a callous bastard behind the monitor, wanted to disappear right then and there. The tips of his hair flickered between fiery red and hot pink. His amber irises switched from the Prefect’s eyes, the cobblestone of Main Street, the Lord of the Underworld’s statue, and back to the Prefect’s eyes before he remembered that he shouldn’t be looking at them in the first place.

Maybe Idia should’ve worked on that drone to grab his deliveries for him. Maybe he could’ve avoided this outcome. Then again, if he couldn’t avoid his fate of being stuck as the Watchman, Idia could never run away from this even if he tried to.

He knew your name. Everyone does. You were the infamous magicless student in Night Raven College. You always found yourself in troublesome situations and with the SSR Epic Troublemakers. Riddle Rosehearts? Leona Kingscholar? Azul Ashengrotto? Does he need to list more of them to get the point across?

More importantly, you’re his soulmate. You. His. Idia’s mind was on the verge of a shutdown until he remembered that he should reply to you instead of standing like a spooked cat drenched in the rain.

“What’s a normie like you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in class with the monster kitty?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why was his literal default being an asshole? His soulmate is standing not more than a meter in front of him, and he called them a normie. Brilliant. Can’t he level up his Charm stat just this once? Is he seriously having a skill issue right now?

While Idia was handling an internal battle with himself, you raised a brow. Oh no. He’s done it. Here comes the insult, the slap, the animosity he’s familiar with.

Except, you weren’t all those things.

“Did you just call me a normie?” You laughed, crossing your arms and grinning. The sound echoed in his ears, rattled his mind, and stole his every thought. Suddenly, Idia wanted to hear more of it. Honestly, this entire scenario feels like it was ripped out of a dating sim. This was getting into dangerous territory.

Idia’s hands hovered over his chest as he watched the magicless prefect. His shoulders visibly relaxed, but his fists clenched ‘til his knuckles turned ghostly pale. Well, that’s a first.

You kept going, undeterred by his insult, “It’s none of your business. I just wanted to say your hair’s pretty. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

You… didn’t know him. Idia didn’t know whether he should collapse from relief or cry about how invisible he was to you. Is this what it felt like to be a forgettable side character in a Triple-A game? Since when did it matter what you thought of him? Since when did he decide that you calling his hair pretty wasn’t cringe? Since when did his hair glow bright pink?

“Nevermind. I don’t have time for this.” You shook your head and walked around him. Idia almost grabbed your wrist out of instinct. As if this scene was straight out of a shoujo manga where the main character tries to reach out to her love interest before confessing. His hand shot back to his chest as if he was burned.

Oh great Seven, he’s turning into a walking cliché at the sight of his soulmate.

Idia’s heart jumped into his throat when you looked back at him with a knowing smirk. One that he knows will damn him for the rest of his life just because he wanted to get his video games and manga. Idia wanted to die on the spot at what you told him next.

“Look, you’re hot and all, but seriously? Pro tip: don’t insult your soulmate on sight. Make a better first impression next time, alright?”

Oh.

Oh.

Idia will make damn sure that he finishes that drone before he sees you again. Otherwise, he’ll combust on the spot and the pink flames will be screaming his infatuation for you.

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Our Own Choices

Chapter 2

Clone forces rally. As the war escalates in the Outer Rim, the Jedi Knights are spread thinly across the galaxy.  Many new clones are rushed into service to support their Jedi generals. Unfortunately, because of the relentless demands of battle, many young clones must join the struggle before their intensive training has been completed. These clones, manning a vital network of tracking stations, are all that stand between the Republic and invasion.

I gotta admit, training isn't fun. Rex says it's hard at first, but I'll get used to it. Rex and some other troopers from the 501st train me, and physical training is a literal nightmare. When I wake up the next day my limbs feel like they're gonna fall off. To be honest, it would be better if they did.

I haven't seen Kix after that first time we met, and I haven't interacted with any of the other clones either.

"We want as few clones as possible to know that you were a deserter," Rex says.

"What's a deserter?" I ask him.

"Someone who left the army without permission. People like you."

"But I'm back now, right?"

"Still, we should be cautious."

Most of the time Rex isn't around for my training, he's planning battle strategies with the Jedi Generals and out in the field. 

There's one time Rex comes back from the Battle of Christophsis and he tells me General Skywalker has a new padawan.

"She really thought since she was a commander she outranked me." Rex and I sit on a bench at the side while I'm taking a break from my training. 

"I'm guessing she doesn't, because-"

"In my book, experience outranks everything."

"In your book, experience outranks everything."

Rex and I say it at the same time. Rex chuckles and pats my head. "I see you've at least learned something from me."

"How could I forget that one line you say at least once a week?"

"You got a point kid."

"If experience outranks everything, then why won't you let me get out in the field to get experience?" I ask, probably for the 4th time that week.

Rex's expression hardens. "We had this conversation before, kid. It's too dangerous out there for you for now, you gotta focus on your training first, and when I say you're ready to get out there, you can join me and the boys in the 501st. Got it?"

I roll my eyes, sighing. "Fine."

Rex hands me a few credits. "Go get yourself some new clothes when we land on Coruscant tonight, okay? Your old ones are getting a bit tight." And then he pats me on the back and walks off.

I put the credits in my pocket and get back to training.

I'm still better using a knife than a blaster, but I'm pretty decent with a sniper as well, my long-distance aim with a pistol is shitty, but in close range I can get a good headshot in. 

Rex let me keep my knife, and he even got me a larger one which looks a lot more like a sword, the orange highlights on it match the ones on my old knife. 

Recently, Rex and Cody have been checking the Republic outposts for inspection, and I haven't seen Rex in weeks. 

When Rex finally arrives back on Coruscant, I'm already standing at the hangar waiting for him, crossing my arms.

"What took you so long?" I ask.

"I told you that it was gonna be a few weeks," Rex sighs. "Nice hoodie you got there, by the way."

"Thanks. And what did you say about teaching me how to use those deflector pucks for trick shots before you left?"

"I said that was after you mastered shooting a pistol." 

"But I already have! I can get a headshot from like 3 meters away." I protest.

"3 meters isn't far. You'll be shot down by clankers before you could even get that close."

"Aw cmon, captain, at least give me a demonstration," I smirk. I know he hates it when I call him "captain".

"No time for that. Commander Cody and I are going to the Rishi outpost in a few minutes, I was just checking in on you."

"Oh, how kind of you," I reply, before walking away.

Once I see Rex turn his gaze away from me, I run behind a box near the ship, and wait for Rex and Cody to get into their ship. As the door of the ship starts to close behind them, I slip in at the last second quietly and hide in the darkness, hoping that no one heard me.

As the ship lands on Rishi, the lights at the back of the ship, where I am, turn on. I draw a quick breath, there's nowhere to hide, and Rex and Cody are coming. So I stand up and smile awkwardly.

"Hi guys."

"Kid, what are you doing here, I told you to stay on Coruscant and train," Rex sounds annoyed.

"Who's the kid?" Cody asks.

"Hey commander, name's Aris, I'm basically like the captain's secret trainee," I say, casting a quick glance at Rex, who puts a hand to his forehead and groans.

"I never thought Rex would personally train a kid like you," Cody says. "Where'd he find you?"

"We-we can explain that later, let's just get this inspection over with first," Rex says hastily.

"Just don't get in the way, alright kid?" Rex asks, not waiting for a reply and walking out of the ship with Cody. I follow behind them.

They're busy complaining about having no deck officers on duty here at the outpost, and that the clones here are sloppy. I don't think they are. Something feels off. I can see faint lights coming from behind the boxes, and I don't really think that's normal. I quicken my pace and move closer to Rex.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Cody says as the door to the outpost opens and a clone walks out.

"Welcome to Rishi, commander. As you can see, the outpost is operating at peak efficiency. Thank you for visiting, and have a safe trip back," the clone says, with some weird-ass hand movements. Something's definitely off, and both Rex and Cody glance at each other.

"We need to inspect the base just the same," Cody says.

"Uh, there is no need," the clone says. "Everything is fine and fully operational."

I pull at Rex's arm. Rex nods back at me.

"Take us to the sergeant in command," Rex says.

"Roger roger."

Rex and Cody look at each other, and I'm slightly confused. Suddenly, I see a flare rising up behind us.

It's a droid attack flare, I was just taught that a few days ago.

"A droid attack flare," Cody and I say at the same time. Rex shoots that clone in the head, and he falls to the ground.

"Woah, Rex, what the heck are you doing?" Cody sounds alarmed.

I don't say anything as Rex goes to inspect the body.

"Relax," Rex says as he takes the helmet of the clone, revealing a lifeless commando droid under the helmet. "Looks like one of those new commando droids."

"That flare must have come from the survivors," Cody says.

Suddenly, blaster shots come from all directions and Rex and Cody start firing.

"Get behind me kid," Rex says as he dodges a blaster bolt. I don't protest, staying as close to Rex as I can. Just the sound of blaster bolts whizzing over my head is enough to make my blood run cold. It's not the same as in training. If I get shot here, I will most likely die.

Some of the commando droids are using the boxes to shoot from the high ground. Cody manages to get a few shots on one of them, but they just get back up again.

"Those clankers have tough armor," Cody exclaims. 

I run as fast as I can behind a box to take cover, covering my ears and closing my eyes tightly, curling up into a ball. I can almost feel the shot on my shoulder again. My breathing quickens.  Rex and Cody go to take cover where I am.

"We're cut off," Cody says, he and Rex keep firing at the droids. His voice sounds muffled in my head.

"Get me outta here...get me outta here..." I whisper to myself, pressing my knees to my forehead.

And then I hear the sound of grenades landing near our area and Rex grabs my arm, shoots a grappling hook to the platform and lowers us down to the ground. Cody's next to us as I hear an explosion.

When my feet touch the ground, I lean against a rock to stabilize myself, my legs are shaking, my shoulders are tensed, I just stare straight ahead, breathing heavily.

"Kid, are you okay?" Rex puts a hand on my shoulder. "Are you hurt or anything?"

I look down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. 

"Aris? Look at me. Are you okay?"

I look up at Rex. "I shouldn't have come."

"Yea, you shouldn't have. But you're here now, and you're still alive, so I'd count that as a win," Rex smirks.

I nod, trying to slow my breathing down, my shoulders relaxing slightly. 

"This is just like training, okay? Don't worry about it."

Rex turns to Cody. "Well this sure complicates things, Commander. No worse than that time on Tibrin."

"We had jedi with us on Tibrin," Cody says as we stare at the flaming wreckage of the ship. "They helped."

"What...happened on Tibrin?" I speak up in a small voice.

"Not now kid," Cody snaps, and I go quiet again.

3 clones walk towards us through the smoke of the wreckage, and Rex and Cody raise their blasters at them. "Hands above you heads. Take your sun bonnets off."

I think he means helmets. But seriously? Sun bonnets? You couldn't come up with something better?

My hand reaches for the pistol at my belt as I stand behind Rex and Cody, wondering if I should follow them and point my gun at the clones.

"Uh, sir?" One of the clones sounds confused.

"Take them off. Now!"

The clones raise their hands in surrender, take their helmets off, and they're not droids.

Suddenly, an really big eel-like thing crashes through the rocks at our side and roars at us. I stand there frozen while Rex shoots the thing and kills it in one shot.

Rex takes off his helmet and goes to check whether the eel is dead. 

"Nice shot," one of the clones says.

I back away from the eel's body but behind me is darkness and I don't wanna get ambushed by any more droids, so I just stay close.

"The name's Rex," Rex says as he checks the eel's body. "But you'll call me "Captain" or "sir"."

"Sir, yes sir!"

I really don't wanna talk to Rex when he's like this. I have a slight fear or superior authoritative figures.

"I'm commander Cody, your new boss," Cody says as he takes off his helmet.

I smile awkwardly and wave at the 3 clones. "Hi..." 

They ignore me. 

"My designation is trooper 27-5555, sir," one of the clones says. 

"We call him Fives. I'm Hevy. This is Echo." Hevy points to the last dude.

"Where's your sergeant?" Cody asks.

"Dead, sir. We're all that's left," Echo says.

"Looks like we got a batch of shinies, commander," Rex says as he walks up to the clones.

"Shinies, sir?"

"That's right. Your armour, it's shiny and new, just like you," Rex says.

At least they have armour.

"Sir, me and my batchers are trained and ready. We'll take back our post, shiny or not."

"There's hope for you yet, rookie," Rex says.

"Hey kid. You're not supposed to be here. It's dangerous."

I look up, Hevy's talking to me.

"I know, I was following the captain along without his permission, cause I thought I could get some experience here, but..." I look down, my voice is soft.

"It's scarier than you thought it would be?" Echo asks.

I nod. "I wanna go back."

"Well, you can't get everything you want, kid. And if you're looking for some experience, you're sure gonna get a lot of it here," Hevy says. "What's your name?"

"Aris."

"Like the leader of the 504th Legion?" Fives asks.

"Rex named me after her."

"You look like a clone. Are you?" Echo asks.

"Mhm. Female clone. Wasn't meant to exist, but here I am. Made to be physically weaker than the others." I chuckle, looking down. "But I'm definitely not weaker. I'm equal to them."

"Alright boys, keep quiet and follow me," Rex says, before starting to climb up a ledge. 

The others all follow, and I'm at the back. 

Okay. You can do this. Just like training.

I take a deep breath and start climbing.

Don't look down, don't look down, there's no harness, just don't look down and don't fall or you're gonna become a piece of roti prata and die-

I cling onto the rock that I'm climbing on tightly, and I make the mistake of looking down. My whole body tenses up, and I draw a few quick breaths before looking back up again. I can feel the sweat running down my face. My arms are shaking. All I can hear is my heartbeat now.

After what seems like forever, we make it up to the top of the ledge, and Hevy helps me up. My breaths are shaky as I wipe the sweat off my face.

"Look sharp, rookies," Rex says. "As long as those tweezers occupy this post, our home planet of Kamino is at risk."

I look up. Kamino? 99's still there, isn't he?

"But there's so many of them," Hevy says.

"Doesn't matter, kid. We have to retake this base, so we will retake this base."

"How do you propose we get through those blast doors, Rex, old boy?" Cody asks.

"I have a few ideas."

I gently tug at Rex's arm.

"What is it, kid?" Rex asks, turning to face me.

"Can I...sit this one out, sir?"

"Look kid. We need all troopers for this. Including you."

"I don't wanna go. I don't wanna die. I'm scared."

Rex puts both hands on my shoulders. "You're not gonna die kid. You'll be fine. What happened to getting experience, hm?" He playfully punches my shoulder. "You'll be okay. I promise. Just remember your training, okay?"

I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. It's not working, but I don't show it, and I nod. 

We reach the front blast doors of the outpost and Cody and the others hide at the sides, so I follow them, pistol in one hand and my vibrosword in the other.

Rex walks up to the front door.

"Unit 2-6, is that you?" the commando droids in the outpost ask. 

"Roger roger," Rex says.

"You sound strange. Is something wrong with your vocabulator?"

"Roger roger."

"Take off your helmet. Let me see your faceplate."

"Roger roger."

Rex ducks and uses the commando droid's head from just now and shows it to the camera.

"This is never gonna work," Cody puts a hand to his helmet.

The blast doors open and Rex holds up his pistol.

"Clones!"

"Roger, Roger."

Rex takes out the droid in the middle and the others take out the remaining 2.

"Right, let's move."

The others run into the main room and take cover at the sides, shooting at the droids. I stay behind and take cover from the main hallway, not looking behind me. I can see blaster bolts whizzing past me, but they're not going to hit me.

I hear Fives getting shot and Cody telling them to focus. I look back and see Rex in the main room, where a commando droid is trying to melee him.

I draw my vibrosword and run into the main room as Rex dodges the swings of the droid, and I slice the droid in half from behind. The others take out the last 2 remaining droids and the room is clear.

"Thanks kid," Rex gives me a downwards nod of respect.

I sling my sword back onto my back and lean against a wall at the side while the others roast the droids that they just shot down.

"Get to the window. It looks like we have more visitors," Cody says.

We all run to the window and look outside.

"It looks like a separatist fleet."

"That's why the commandeered the outpost," Cody says. "They're mounting a full-scale invasion."

"We have to warn command," Rex says.

"Shouldn't we hide? If they're gonna mount a full-scale invasion we don't stand a chance," I speak up, and everyone stares at me. "What? I'm telling the truth."

One of the clones goes to try and transmit a signal. 

"Those clankers sabotaged our transmitter, and they hard-wired the all-clear signal. It'll take time to-"

"We don't have time. Look."

A ship is descending in front of the outpost.

"Guys we really should go," I'm making my way towards the vent, ready to run.

"Well kid, you're gonna get a lot of experience from here," Echo says.

"We can't protect the outpost long against that army of clankers," Cody says.

"Then we'll destroy the outpost instead," Rex says.

"But sir, our mission is to defend this facility at all costs."

"We have to warn the Republic about the invasion. They'll take notice when the all-clear signal stops."

"That's right. When they stop receiving our beacon, they'll get the message something's wrong," Fives says.

"We'll need every thermal detonator in the inventory," Rex says.

I slowly open up the vent cover, ready to slip inside.

"It'll take more than a few detonators to destroy the outpost."

Then someone suggests an idea to blow up the outpost using liquid tibanna.

"Good. Bring the tanks here and prime the detonators," Rex orders.

Just as I'm about to slip into the vent and run away, Rex notices me.

"Hey kid, don't think about going anywhere."

I freeze, looking up at him.

"I have no interest in dying today," I reply. 

"I thought you weren't weak?"

So I help the boys carry the explosives to the main room as I hear the battle droids marching towards the front gate.

When we manage to get it all to the main room, Rex and the others gather around, and I stand behind Fives, Echo and Hevy.

"Alright listen up. There's only one target of interest in this sector: Kamino. It's the closest thing we clones have to a home. Today we fight for more than the Republic. Today we fight for all our brothers back home. Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Rex looks at me.

I take a deep breath and steel myself for the high possibility of dying. "Sir, yes, sir." 

We head into the weapons room where the others take their weapons. My hand rests on my pistol, and the other on my vibrosword. I turn to Rex, who's making his way to the main room. He nods at me.

I can feel my heart in my throat now, and it must have been pretty obvious to Cody, because he puts a hand on my shoulder and says,"We're gonna survive this kid. Trust me.

Hevy goes to the front and takes out a bunch of battle droids with that gatling gun of his, and then Cody, me and the others come in. 

I shoot at the droids with my pistol and blaster bolts narrowly miss me, and everything's going so fast, I can't comprehend what's going on.

One of the clones throws a grenade at the battle droids, knocking most of them off the platform while the rest of us fall back, closing the blast doors.

They get blown up from outside and the battle droids enter, still shooting at us, and I run into the main room, with the others following behind after a few moments.

I hear Rex say that the handset wasn't linking up with the detonator, and Hevy says he'll handle it, telling us to get out of here.

We run to the vents and crawl through them, with Rex leading the way. We reach the outside in a few minutes, hiding behind a ridge.

"Hevy, hit the-" Rex looks behind, and Hevy isn't there.

"Where's Hevy?"

Echo and Fives shake their heads.

Rex talks into his comlink. "Hevy, get out of there."

"The remote isn't working," Hevy reports. "I have to detonate it manually."

I move to run back into the vents and try to make it back to the outpost, the others follow me. I'm running as fast as I can, and crawl into the vents, trying to make it back.

I hear the others trying to contact Hevy, but they're not in the vents yet. I gotta get there.

And then I hear the sound of explosions and debris falling, the vents shake, and I curl up into a ball, covering my head.

When the shaking stops, I open my eyes, and I see Rex pulling me out of the vents.

"You okay kid?" Rex asks.

I nod, staying close to him as we head back to the others.

Hevy's gone.

"We've got those tinnies on the run," either Fives or Echo says, I can't really tell. 

"Thanks to Hevy."

I hear the sound of gunships descending.

"We're getting of this crater boys," Rex says.

We all get on the gunships, and I remain silent for the whole trip back to the cruiser.

Fives and Echo are getting some random award thing from General Skywalker, and Rex says he's considering adding them to the 501st. I head back to the barracks and just chill there for awhile, thinking about everything that's just happened. It all feels so fast.

About an hour later, Rex comes in.

"Hey kid, how're you doing?"

I remain silent.

Rex sits down next to me.

"Yknow if it wasn't for Hevy, we wouldn't be here right now," he says.

I nod, staring up at the ceiling. "I shouldn't have come."

"Yea, it's a lot more different than training, isn't it?"

"It's so...scary, my mind just goes blank, and I forget everything I learned during training. Being a soldier's hard."

"The first few battles are always like that, but...you'll get used to it."

"I'm not gonna be in another battle. I'll just stay on Coruscant and continue training. That's what you want, right?"

"Hm. I could let you come on some of the less dangerous battles, how about that?"

I hesitate. I can almost imagine the sickening feeling in my stomach when the outpost blew up, when I realised that Hevy was gone. I can almost feel my heart pounding in my head every time I see live fire whizzing past my head, when I narrowly miss death by an inch.

I sit up and look at Rex.

"I don't wanna go."

Rex looks at me, confused. "What?"

"I'm done with being in battles. I'm not going to fight out there in the field anymore. I'm done. I'm leaving."

Rex sighs. "Look, ad'ika-"

Fives and Echo come into the barracks. 

"Hey kid, how're you doing?" Echo asks. "You were pretty good out there with your knife and your pistol."

I look up at him.

"I know what you're thinking, kid. You wanna leave after your first skirmish, and to be honest, I can't argue with that. It's a hard life, being a soldier."

I nod.

"But we're fighting for the Republic, for a cause that we believe in. Out there, we gotta be strong, we can't show weakness, and we show those clankers what we're made of, got it?"

I nod again, and Echo and Fives walk away.

Can't show weakness. They always said I was made to be weaker than the others. Gotta prove them wrong.

I turn to Rex.

"Maybe I'll take a few weeks on Coruscant to train and prepare myself, and then maybe I'll consider coming along on those less dangerous battles."

Rex smiles, and nods. "Okay then ad'ika, we've got a ship leaving for Coruscant in a few hours, and I'll see you in a few weeks."

"What does ad'ika mean?" I ask.

"You already know, kid. All clones do."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. Cya, captain."

Rex groans.

"And for the last time, DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

#the bad batch #the bad batch crosshair #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch tech #the bad batch wrecker #the clone wars #captain rex #domino squad #ct 7567 #ct 5555 #ct 1409 #the clone wars fives #fives #echo #the clone wars echo #the clone wars captain rex

[typingtess]

His plan to have them leave the cabin in Mammoth Lakes at 6AM so they’d be back in LA just in the early afternoon. While he was on vacation from NCIS, Deeks was working for the LAPD at the Rose Parade tomorrow and then the Rose Bowl.

The undercover unit had to send a few people over every January 1st to help with two huge events so Deeks always volunteered. Showing up for something most of the rest of the squad hated got Deeks some points from all of them. Plus, Deeks liked the parade – his Mom took him every year as a kid because New Year’s Eve was something old Gordo sort of controlled. Now, he was paid time-and-a-half to watch the people watch the parade. Nobody getting hurt means he did his job.

After the Parade, LAPD transports the officers working the parade to the Rose Bowl. He got moved to the VIP area after an old college buddy who worked in sports facility management saw him a few years ago. He’s there undercover – mixing and mingling with the VIPs - making sure nobody who shouldn’t be there somehow got in and making sure those who are supposed to be there behave. With Oregon playing, Deeks hoped to meet Phil Knight. Maybe he could get a pair of Jordans out of it.

But the plan to get back to LA took a turn around 8:30ish when they were on 395. Kensi saw a Denny’s and well, suddenly a Lumberjack Slam was in her future. And obviously his since he was driving. She got it as takeout with what looked like a gallon of orange juice. There was some breakfast sausage for a grateful Monty. He got a muffin, some fruit and a cup of coffee.

Another pitstop to clean out the truck and take Monty for a bio-break had them about an hour behind Deeks’s mental schedule.

“So, do we have a plan for the office?”

“Plan?”

“You know, for when we go back.”

“Well, I guess we go to the office, say hello to Callen and Sam. Ask Sam if Aiden is still home. Ask Callen if Joelle is still in the picture – probably need to find a better way to say that.”

“Deeks, be serious.”

“Well, you didn’t let me get to Nell or Eric yet. Or Hetty. Or Granger. I do wonder how he’s doing.”

“Be. Serious.”

“I. Am.”

“What are we going to tell them about us?”

“As little as possible.”

“That’s not in your nature.”

“That is exactly my nature.”

“Deeks, I say this with great affection, you talk all the time.”

“Thank you for the great affection. And I do talk all the time. But I’m pretty good at saying very little by saying a whole lot.”

Kensi sat for a second, opened her mouth and decided against whatever she was going to say. “So we say nothing.”

“Nobody’s business.”

“So our secret.”

“Not a secret, just not something I want to discuss with Eric, Hetty, Ty in IT.”

“What if Hetty wants to know?”

“Hetty’s not in the position she use to be. For good and for bad.”

“What does that mean?”

“She probably can’t send you halfway around the world again but I could go back to LAPD without Director Vance breaking a sweat.”

“So we keep things quiet.”

“No, we don’t flaunt things. Things were going on before this trip, things will keep going on after this trip.”

“That wasn’t firmed up before.”

He turned his head and looked right at her. “It was always firm for me.”

“Me too,” Kensi said with a big smile.

They drove a little while with the area looking a lot more like the California they knew and a lot less like the mountains.

“So what do I say if Trudy from accounting asks about my vacation.”

“That Trudy is the office busybody. Probably comes with being named Trudy.”

“And if I don’t have an answer, she’s fill in the blanks.”

Imitating Kensi, Deeks started, “Trudy, I went skiing with Deeks and Monty. And snowboarding. I was bad at that.”

“That’s a lie!”

“The bruises on your ass disagree.”

“They’re not bruises.”

“Kens…”

“The rental snowboard was cheap.”

“It’s a poor craftsman who blames his tools,” Deeks chided before going back to his Kensi imitation. “I went skiing and snowboarding with Deeks and Monty. He rented this great two-bedroom cabin right at the foot of the mountain. Two bedrooms are totally the way to go. We had such a great time.”

“We did.”

“And she doesn’t need to know that Monty used the other bedroom because the cabin stove in our room and the fireplace in the living room were bad for him.”

Kensi was quiet for a minute. “You would have been dangerous as a fulltime lawyer.”

He smiled. “The secret is to tell the truth, just tell the truth in the way that is best for your case.”

#NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #head canon #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la #densi #kensi blye #marty deeks

[veinsfullofstars]

Precious babies - I’m sure nothing bad will ever happen to them.

(ID: Reference sheet for my Kirby OCs, Para Dee and Bow Dee. Visually, Para is a young Waddle Dee with light orange fur, a pale beige face, peach cheek blush, brown eyes, and yellow feet. He wears large round glasses taped on the sides of his head and a green-and-brown plaid bowtie, and there is a little curl of fur swooping up from his forehead. Bow is a smaller Waddle Dee with red-orange fur, a beige face, pink cheek blush, big black eyebrows, brown eyes with a hint of sea-foam blue on the bottom, and gold-yellow feet. She wears a large navy-blue bow on the back of her head, the ribbon rimmed in pale-blue and wrapped around her head in the style of Kirby’s Fighter headband. Additional information below the cut. END ID.)

Just their kid versions at the moment, but there might be teen and adult refs for them in the future depending on how much story stuff I get around to showcasing. I got a couple other characters in mind for the Childhood Friends AU as well, but they’re still deep in concept stages, so no refs for them yet, haha. Also, if you guys want refs for young Dedede and Meta, lemme know.

UPDATE 03/11/24: Added shadows to bottom of the kids' feet.

Sketch started some time in 11/23, render started 12/13/23, finished 12/20/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/08/24.

(OC info updated as of 04/24/24)

—

Some facts about Para Dee:

-His name is just a shortened version of “Parasol Waddle Dee” - in addition to reflecting his Copy Ability, he has yet to find another name that he feels fits him better, so he keeps it as a nickname for much of his childhood and beyond.

-He is around DDD and Meta’s age, and a little older than Bow.

-He is the middle child in a pretty big family. While he cares for them all very dearly, being crammed in a veritable mosh pit of siblings gets to be a bit much for him sometimes. He hangs out with DDD and co. partially to get away for a while, partially because he was probably going to get roped in with them anyway.

-He shares a deep love of books and learning with Meta, though his interests lean more towards math and science, with space being perhaps his biggest hyperfixation. Seriously, this lad can go on about nebulae and quantum mechanics for hours if you let him.

-Para has an unfortunate habit of “Um, actually”-ing people about topics he knows (or thinks he knows) well, annoying his friends at best and making him an easy target for local bullies at worse…

-Unlike his friends, Para is not a very active or adventurous soul. He is easily startled, chronically un-athletic, and unlikely to harm a fly let alone another person. He much prefers quieter activities like reading and stargazing, especially from the comfort of his own home. The only physical activity he actually enjoys is rollerskating, though all he does is leisurely roll around while watching the others fail at doing cool tricks.

-Though reluctant about most things, Para is especially afraid of heights. Even being slightly up off the ground has him scrambling to cling to the nearest solid object (usually DDD, who has probably picked him up, possibly with the intent to throw).

-While his friends go on about their lofty goals of being kings and knights, Para’s ambitions are relatively lax. He’d like to go to university off-world to study rocket science when he’s older, maybe even learn to build them one day, but that’s about as big as his dreams get, and even those could be narrowed down further to just seeing a real interstellar starship in person. Sometimes, he imagines flying through space on one, seeing all those stars he loves so much up close and personal, even if the idea of being up that high makes his little heart stutter in his chest…

—

Some facts about Bow Dee:

-She is named, unsurprisingly, for the bow on her head, which she has been wearing since she was a baby and practically refuses to remove without a lot of coaxing (stars help anyone who tries to take it off by force). She keeps both the name and the bow for much of her childhood, though she might not keep them (or her pronouns) forever…

-She is the baby of the group (a year or two younger than DDD, Meta, and Para).

-She comes from a relatively small family, taken care of by her two (extremely cool) moms and an older brother who is often away at school or out with his friends (usually to get away from his "obnoxious baby sister"). As a result, she is on her own more than she cares to be - hence why she follows DDD and his friends around like an overeager puppy all the time.

-She thinks Meta is the coolest person ever from the moment she meets him. She hovers around him constantly whenever the gang is together (much to his slight annoyance), sometimes even mimicking his poses and gestures without meaning to (usually while Meta is mimicking DDD the same way).

-Bow was born with a Copy Ability atypical for Waddle Dees, that being Water. At this point in her life, the most she can do is manifest bubbles at will and maybe manipulate small puddles if she focuses hard enough. Though sometimes, in moments of high emotion, she can summon powerful jets of water from nearby rivers, lakes, or even pipes beneath the ground (something that has definitely gotten her into trouble more than once). She will get the hang of her powers with enough time and practice, especially as her interests in oceans, sea life, and sailing grow over time…

-Bow finds it hard to sit still and loses focus easily if she’s not already invested in something (much to her teachers’ frustration). But when she is invested in a task, she will go all in on it until either her energy wears out or something else grabs her attention.

-Bow loves sports and most outdoor activities, constantly bouncing between favorites (though she probably loves swimming and surfing the most) and getting super competitive when teams are involved (much to DDD and Meta’s delight, and Para’s dismay).

-On that note, she is the only one of the four who has ever successfully landed a kickflip without getting hurt (at least after the first time).

-Bow - who often forgets that she is the smallest person in the room - will challenge anything to a fight if it makes her angry enough. Literally, she will look a feral Gigant Edge directly in the helmet and put up her little fists like she has any chance at winning. The only exception to this is bugs - she will perish before letting a bug anywhere near here (something DDD never lets her live down).

-If she had a mouth, she would bite.

#veins art #veins ocs #kirby series #kirby #original character #oc #kirby oc #my ocs #para dee #bow dee #AU #childhood friends au #reference sheet #character reference #veinsfullofstars

[book-place]

Fish Fascination

Warnings: mentions of death, hints of depression, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Steven Grant x child reader, Marc Spector x child reader

Request: hi i saw your post about a platonic moon knight REQUEST •the reader is a kid(5-7 years old) and was one of the people that got blipped but her parents didn’t and had fallen into some kind of depression because their kid got turned to dust and they ended passing away and Steven moved into the flat. then when everyone comes back the reader ends up in Steven’s flat confused as to why everything is cluttered but gets distracted by Gus and the moon boys end up taking care of them when they find the reader cause they have no where to go…and if you dont mind can you make the kid slightly on the chubby side like chubby cheeks, belly, hands etc.

Request by: @nevaeh-jasso

*not my gif*

Summary: Just like half of all life on earth, you were gone for five years. But now you’re back and someone is living in your house

A/N: Gus is so underrated, and Marc loves key lime pie. Prove me wrong 😑

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

With just a snap of his fingers, half of the people around the world lost something, while the other half were just lost.

Of course your parents knew that they weren’t alone in the matter, but it didn’t make any of it better or easier.

There were now support groups and professionals that could be seen to help anybody get through it, but your parents didn’t go to any of them. They couldn’t.

The pain of losing their child was too much for them, and only a month after the blip, they were gone.

Not that it was your fault at all. Even if you had been back sooner, you were still just a five year old kid. There was nothing that you could have done.

When you did return though, you should’ve been at least ten by then, but you were snapped right back into existence in the same room you had been snapped away from, the same age as when you had left.

You looked around in confusion, eyebrows pulling into a furrow across your forehead.

Just a second ago you had been playing with your toys with mommy and daddy, stuffed animals had been scattered all over the room.

But now, instead of your toys, there were only books. Piles upon piles, upon piles of books. Everywhere.

And there was no order to it.

Some were lazily thrown on top one another in one pile, while the pile right next to it could be so organized that it was alphabetized, not that you would know that detail.

Though you were still very confused, you were not yet at the point of crying.

So, you used your short legs and you began to move around that apartment that you had been calling home just a minute ago, but it now looked like someone had taken all their belongings and just thrown them around, destroying everything that had once been yours.

“Momma?” You called out, wandering around a coffee table, “Pappa?” You looked into the bathroom.

When you got no answer in return, it was only then that your eyes began to water.

You were just about to break down when a reflection caught the corner of your eye, causing your entire vision to direct towards that instead.

There was a huge glass fish tank in the middle of the room that you had failed to notice before, with an orange fish happily swimming around its home.

All of the tears seemed to immediately leave your eyes at once as a small grin spread across your chubby cheeks, and you quickly waddled over to the tank.

Without thinking about it, you put your chubby hands on the glass and pressed your face right up against it, trying to get as close of a look as you could to the small creature.

It curiously turned to look at you, swimming right up to the glass in front of your face and staring right back at you.

This caused you to let out a loud laugh.

You had been so absorbed in what was going on in front of you, that you hadn’t even noticed the door to the apartment swing open, and in walk Steven who was dragging his feet tiredly.

“That’s the last time we miss the bus to go get some key lime pie, dontcha think, Marc?” His British accent rang in slight annoyance out through the room, startling you slightly as you whipped around with wide eyes.

He hated key lime pie, he really did. Marc loved it though, with every bone in his body. And he had been really craving it that day, so after work he had dragged Steven over to a nearby bakery instead of the bus stop, thereby missing the last stop of the night and forcing them to walk all the way home.

Both you and Steven froze in sync.

“Steven, please tell me I’m seeing things and that there is not a child standing in the middle of the apartment.” Marc now fronted, eyes as wide as yours as he stared straight back at you.

Then the tears returned to your eyes.

“Mommyyyy,” You cried, head leaning back to face the ceiling as your eyes closed.

You placed your chubby hands to your sides and started flailing them around a bit in the midst of your breakdown.

“StevenStevenSteven,” The American man rushed out, even more freaked out than before, “What happened? Did we break her? Is she broken? Oh my god, she’s broken isn’t she? What is she even doing in our apartment? Oh my god, Steven!”

The British man was baffled. He had seen Marc Spector calm in the face of literal certain death, but the second a child started crying, he went crazy.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Steven spoke-possibly to both you and Marc- slowly walking over towards you so as to not frighten you, “Everything’s alright, yeah? Nothing to worry about, here.”

Your cries slowly turned to hiccups as the nice looking man came closer, “Where’s mommy and daddy?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” The man answered honestly, still speaking in a soft voice, “But how about we get you something to eat and we figure it out?”

As if right on cue, your stomach grumbled loudly, causing you to look at the ground sheepishly and nod slightly in agreement, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve.

He gently led you over to the table, quickly giving you a bag of unopened chips he had in a cabinet from Marc, and switched on the tv for you to watch as he tried to figure out what to do with you.

“Steven.” Marc said after a moment of you watching the tv as you ate, said man having stopped paying attention.

He turned them around to face the tv and he grabbed the remote to turn the volume up.

“-and it seems that just like that, everybody who had disappeared five years ago in what everybody is calling ‘The blip’ have been returned to their exact places before the disappearance, with no memory of the years that had taken place without them. As far as they know, it is still 2018.” The news reporter said into the camera, “We can thank Tony Stark, who died tragically-“

Both men stopped listening, turning away from the tv to face you, munching away happily at your food, not able to comprehend a word at such a young age that the news was saying.

“Oh god, Marc.” Steven whispered out in horror, paling, “I was told when I bought this flat that the last people who lived here died not long before I bought it, their daughter, Y/n, disappeared along with everybody else. What do we do?”

“I don’t know.” He said back, glancing over at you, still oblivious to everything around you.

“What if we… what if we were to take her in?” He suggested quietly, surprising both himself and his alter.

“What?” Marc’s voice was now the one filled with horror, not even five minutes ago you were just having the meltdown of the century, and now you were humming quietly to yourself. Talk about mood swings.

“Oh come on, Marc. Have a heart, she has nowhere to go.” He tried to reason, huffing slightly at the other man.

He hesitated, “I don’t know…”

You finally looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, “Thank you for the snack, mister.” You mumbled shyly, not making eye contact as a tiny blush rose up onto your chubby cheeks.

“Y-You’re welcome.” He stuttered out, caught off guard by the sincerity in the politeness.

“Marccc,” Stevens' voice rang out.

He finally sighed, giving in, “Fine, you win, Steven. We can take care of her.”

The man let out a little cheer before walking over and bending down in front of your chair to be at your height.

“Hey there, Y/n,” He greeted softly, “My name is Steven, and would you be okay with me and my friend, Marc, taking care of you for a little while, while mommy and daddy are gone?”

You hesitated, not really fully understanding what he meant by your parents being gone, “Will I get to see the fish?” You asked.

He smiled slightly, “Yes, you’ll get to see the fish all the time.”

You nodded thoughtfully, “I think I’ll be okay staying with you then.”

This time it was Marc who let out a little chuckle, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

Neither of the men knew exactly what was going to happen to you, but what they did know was that for the time being, they would look out for you.

Like a Bee 🐝- @ip747 @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #marc spector x child reader #steven grant x reader #Steven Grant x child reader #marc spector x reader #child reader #mk x reader #mk imagine #mk #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight

[eliemo]

Reunion

A scene for my Medieval Royalty au because I've had non stop brain rot about it where Bruce and Dick reunite after almost a year of thinking the other is dead

Bruce followed Clark through the mud, the grass still damp with early morning dew, walking vigil at his side with a hand moving to over the hilt of his sword. 

Clark glanced at his movement, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile, but he didn't say anything about it. The King was far too relaxed for his own good, especially out here unprotected, preparing to meet with a stranger. 

“He’s not a stranger,” Clark had said, when Bruce had tried to persuade him to bring more men. “I had a perfectly nice conversation with him when he arrived last night. He just wants to meet for negotiations, I agreed to walk into town with him. He seems like a smart kid, I think he could be useful.”

Bruce had missed the traveler’s arrival last night, Clark granting him the day off when Tim had fallen ill, his fever spiking in the early morning. He was awake now, and he’d proven able to keep water down, so Bruce had left Jason in charge of the kids and insisted on accompanying Clark to meet with his new friend. 

“A mysterious stranger shows up in your kingdom and wants to meet privately with the King to discuss the possibility of work and housing,” Bruce said. “He’s offering information on Queen that he couldn’t share with an audience. It’s suspicious and convenient.” 

Someone familiar with Oliver’s kingdom also ran the risk of Bruce being recognized, another reason he wasn’t exactly eager to allow this stranger to stay inside the gates, let alone get anywhere near Clark. 

On top of that, Clark had said they’d been traveling with a companion from the House Allen. He’d trusted Barry during his reign, his family were good people, but he wasn’t entirely convinced one of them recognizing him or his children wouldn’t spark some sort of conflict. 

If they were at risk of capture they’d need to flee again, and none of them were in the place to be on the run right now. Not until Tim was fully recovered at the very least, and that could take weeks. 

He caught Clark staring with a shameless grin, and Bruce scowled. “That’s how I met you, B. Don’t be a hypocrite.” 

Bruce didn’t have an argument for that, scowl deepening as he followed Clark through the field, scanning the horizon for any signs of an ambush. 

Their company didn’t keep them waiting, and Bruce’s guard rose immediately when he caught sight of two figures walking towards them in the distance, still small specks against the gray sky, the orange glow of early sunlight just barely illuminating their approach as it peeked up over the hills. 

“Stay behind me,” Bruce instructed, coming to a halt as he waited for the travelers to approach. “We wait here.” 

Clark ignored his command, as the stubborn King of Krypton often did, but he at least stopped walking when his knight did, coming to a gentle stop at Bruce’s side, their shoulders brushing. 

“That’s him,” Clark said, raising his hand in greeting. “See? Everything’s fine.” 

Bruce hummed under his breath, unimpressed, watching him smile out of the corner of his eye. Clark still didn’t seem to understand how to be a king, how to harness that untouchability, the power and nobility that came with a crown. He was too friendly, too approachable, too vulnerable. If Bruce didn’t know better, he’d mistake his King for a commoner. He needed to learn, or his reign would end the same way Bruce’s had. 

Maybe, if the opportunity rose, Bruce would give him some pointers. 

It was an impossible thought, opening up about that part of his life with Clark, trusting him with that knowledge. It could never happen. 

It felt like a distant memory now, something far away and forever out of his reach. 

It had caused him nothing but grief, anyway. And he knew Clark felt the same about his own place. 

He could see the travelers better now, each of them guiding a horse by the reins, the animals trailing proudly behind them. 

Something twisted in his gut when he recognized freckled skin and a mop of wind blown red hair. He hadn’t expected noble blood. He’d met Wally West a handful of times, and only in passing at the occasional meeting with his uncle, but Bruce never let himself forget a face, and a handful of brief meetings still ran the risk of his voice being recognized the moment he opened his mouth. 

He squinted to make out the second man through the distance. He seemed to be about West’s age, taller, darker skin and black hair and…

Bruce’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

He was pulling off his helmet before he even fully registered the decision, unmasking himself in the crisp morning air. He felt Clark stiffen beside him when he dropped it to the ground, saw the two approaching travelers falter and stare, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. 

“Bruce?” 

Bruce ignored him and started forward, throat closing up tight until he couldn’t catch his breath, boots sinking into the mud as he dropped everything and ran, desperate, pushing to close the last of the distance in between them as fast as he possibly could. 

And he was doing the same, running towards Bruce like a string had been cut, months of heartbreak and pain and grief laid out plainly for them both to see. 

They met in the middle, skidding to a frantic stop in the mud, and Bruce pulled his son to his chest without another moment of hesitation. 

Dick went willingly, melting against his armor, scrambling to cling to his back and bury his face into his chest. It was far from comfortable with the armor they were both wearing, especially ankle deep in the muddy grass, but Bruce didn’t care. 

“Bruce?” Dick called, craning his neck and looking up at him with wide eyes, like there was still some doubt, like this was a trick or illusion. Bruce just held on tighter. “You’re…. you–” 

“Are you alright?” Bruce demanded, pulling back just enough to scan Dick for injuries. He looked… exhausted. And older- painfully older. But he didn’t appear to be hurt. “Are you alright?” 

“Am I alright?” Dick echoed, and Bruce couldn’t believe they were already arguing. He ignored it, reaching up to gently cup his missing child’s face. “I… Bruce you died, you all… I thought you–” 

“I’m okay,” Bruce said, brushing overgrown hair out of Dick’s face with a silver glove. “I’m okay, Dick. We’re all okay.” 

Dick froze, shiny brown eyes like saucers when he blinked up at him. Bruce had missed him more than he had words to express. “All of you?” 

“All of us,” Bruce said. “We’re okay. We got out, Chum. We’re okay.” 

He saw Dick’s face crumple, saw the weight of the world slide off his shoulders and was right there to catch him again when he slumped forward with a broken sob. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Dick’s back again and pulling him close. “I’m here now, it’s okay. It’s all okay now.” 

He clutched at him like he was a child again, trembling in his hold, and Bruce was reminded with enough force to knock the wind right out of his chest that he still was. He’d barely been a man the last time Bruce had seen him, nearly a year ago now, and he didn’t even want to begin to imagine what this boy had been through these last months, alone and scared, with the weight of an entire family, an entire kingdom, ripped away from him the moment he’d had his back turned. 

Dick squeezed him and Bruce allowed it, resting his chin atop his hair like he’d done so many times before. “I thought… I- I thought–” 

“I know,” Bruce said. “We did too.” 

It was nothing short of a miracle that Dick had been able to evade capture this long, with what felt like the whole world looking for him. He’d never given up hope, never stopped telling himself that Dick was alright, that he was surviving, that he was out there somewhere trying to make his way home. But he’d long ago accepted the cold truth that he’d never see him again. 

And now here he was, back in Bruce’s arms. He supposed if anyone could manage it, it was Dick. Jason had been right, he was the best of them. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed before Dick pulled back, Bruce reaching up to cup his cheek again, still marveling at the fact that this was real, that he had his family back together, whole and unharmed. 

Dick’s gaze moved to something over Bruce’s shoulder, quickly stepping back out of his space, and Bruce was suddenly reminded that it wasn’t just the two of them, alone to reunite in the dawn. 

Wally had his eyes on the ground, hands folded behind his back, sparing Dick a small glance and a smile, before briefly meeting Bruce’s eyes. He recognized him, then. And was decidedly not making a scene. Good. 

He could feel Clark’s eyes on him, his confusion and questions bubbling to the surface, and Bruce stubbornly refused to look his way, itching to reach out and pull his son closer to his side. 

They had a lot of catching up to do, assuming Clark allowed Dick the same protection he’d given Bruce and they got that chance. 

He would. He had to. Nothing in the world could rip Bruce’s family away from him again. 

“Your Majesty,” Dick greeted with a bow in Clark’s direction and Bruce stared straight ahead, trying not to count the seconds his son was out of his reach again. “Good morning.” 

“Good morning,” Clark echoed, and Bruce could hear his insufferable smile. “I… see you’ve met, Bruce.” 

“Uh, yeah,” Dick said slowly. He turned to Bruce, silently searching for permission. “We–” 

“He’s my son,” Bruce said, for once allowing himself to speak without second guessing himself, facing Clark’s startled look head on. “My oldest.” 

There was a hand on his shoulder, the King’s eyes going wide, and Bruce felt like the morning was holding its breath. He’d told Clark what he could, as scarce as he could manage, and he knew the questions and suspicions this could raise. 

But right now it didn’t matter. Dick was alive, and he didn't have the energy to even try to hide that joy. They’d earned the right to celebrate their family being whole again, his heir coming back to him. 

“I thought you said…” Clark trailed off, and Bruce let his relief and fading grief surface, like a book open for the King to read. His gaze softened, his hand squeezing Bruce’s shoulder before turning back to his guests. “Well, then. In that case, Krypton is honored to have you.” 

Dick smiled, the tension in his shoulders dropping. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Come on,” Clark said, stepping back in the direction he came and motioning for the others to follow. “We’ll walk and talk. I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.” 

“Yes,” Bruce agreed, falling back to walk alongside Dick as he led his horse through the mud, his smile the exact same as it had been when he was nine years old. Bruce had been terrified he’d never see it again. “We do.” 

#batman #superman #nightwing #bruce wayne #clark kent #dick Grayson #dc #dc comics #au #medieval au #royalty au #writing #fan fiction

[tsuki-sennin]

Episode 40 of HiroPre! A play wedding, how precious~! Now don't worry, despite initial worries about Toei making it weird, this is all above board and wholesome. Very wild of them to make this the episode there's a delay for though, but I guess life's just funny like that.

Spoilers, I guess...

-I see Sora likes BBC's Walking with Dinosaurs.

-Sagely studies~!

-Oh ye gods, weddings.

-Ohhhh, worldbuilding!

-An all night party following an announcement of engagement. Don't even need to dress up.

-Quite a fun time, actually, I wish weddings in our world were that easy. And it might just be you two up there next, Mashiron~!

-...I have to wonder how polygamy works up there.

-Y'know, now I've got much more PreCure knowledge accrued, I've noticed that the casts have gotten smaller over the years.

-It's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you! It certainly makes sense, as the teams get bigger you'll have less time to devote to big supporting casts, but this has a side effect of us feeling isolated to our heroes.

-We still have plenty of weirdos to go around in Hirogaru Sky, but having more of them stick around more often would be fun. How's Berryberie doing?

-Just sayin', we would've really benefited from a Masukomi, Kaoru, or even a Yuriko.

-Ah, the cake. All the motivation you need.

-Kinda like Booster in Mario RPG.

-Royal wedding, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

-I'm sorry Elle, I don't care how much cake we eat or how shiny your cardboard crown is, nothing can make me give a crap about a royal wedding. In my junior year of high school, people were really going wild for Harry and Meghan, and I had no idea who these people were so I just kinda had to sit there in the corner.

-I see Ageha disagrees.

-Tsubasa-kun, your bowtie is somehow a brighter red than your jacket's orange.

Ageha: You're doing great, boy~! Just think of the doves flying out~! Tsubasa: No talking during the ceremony!

-Best of friends!

-Ageeeeee~!

-That was nice, wasn't it?

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand there's the rub~!

-I have to hand it to Murase, Tsubasa sounds genuinely terrified here.

-I don't think Yoyo can officiate anything, so

-You should marry Mashiro twice over, Sora.

-I suppose it's not too surprising Elle could develop a crush on Tsubasa, considering he's like... the only boy she knows. Still though, I get why some people were put off by this.

-Frankly, I'm really surprised Toei haven't been doing a Dipper and Wendy ship tease thing with Tsubasa and Ageha. Thank god they haven't, by the way, that was always the worst part of Gravity Falls.

-I guess Toei knew that would be a little much, especially with the (quite understandable mind you) backlash Nozomi and Coco's relationship gets nowadays.

-Nightmare time.

-King Bitchin' Mustache can add Shotgun Papa to his list of titles.

-Even his own parents!

-He has been left comatose.

-That looks like quite a heavy book, I'm impressed she can carry it.

-"Nooooooooooooo?"

-It's always the simplest sentences coming from a kid that kill you, huh?

-Ladies and gentlemen, the bird boy is dead!

-Ageha appears.

-In the pursuit of great knowledge, one has neglected their friendship. A tale as tragic and old as time.

-That uh

-Might've been a good thing to let him in on earlier, Ageha.

-Skearhead appears.

-A wedding beast.

-Majesty leads our charge today.

-Skearhead's not even talking today!

-Oh, nevermind.

-Aaaaand she's caught!

-That Wing, ever gallant a knight and pal.

-Oh cool, team attack. Paralleling the cake cutting.

-Knighthood is much more fun than marriage.

-Friends and family forever!

-I'm... perplexed! I was expecting 24 minutes of mid cringe comedy, and got a fun and sweet exploration of these two characters' friendship instead on top of well executed cringe comedy. What a ripoff.

-I guess if I had to bitch about anything, I think having them talk as Wing and Majesty more would've been a fun way to tie the battle into their conflict.

-Speaking of which, the battle was pretty dang weak, they... absolutely could've done more with that. And why pick a church bell, Skearhead? Like, diegetically. In-universe. Watsonian argument. I usually don't mind this kinda thing, but like... a bell and a holly wreath are very specific imagery to just conjure up out of nowhere, but I think it'd make a lot more sense if Skearhead weren't just... seemingly slapped into the script because they needed a monster fight that episode.

-Like, Skearhead happens to see Elle and Tsubasa's play wedding and considers playing mind games by preying on Tsubasa's worries about the whole thing, or hell, even just wreaking havoc at someone else's wedding to draw out Pretty Cure would've been good enough for me.

-Anyways, forget all that, we're celebrating a harvest next time!

-Hi, this is Mashipan. I'm out looking at the fall colors. Please leave me a message, and I'll call you right back.

-Monda jumpscare.

-Business as usual, we see!

-See you next tiiiime, maybe!

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky! #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #pretty cure #precure

[ancientschampionau]

The Ancients

For those following me for the extra info for my silly AU all for my story, Ancients and Champions.

I figured it was time to really discuss the Ancients (Gods) and their Champions in more details.

Mostly because I can't info dump everything in the story as the charaters just wouldn't know.

You all ready?

Before anthing else some basic information. Each Ancient has a specialty and some special abilities to go with it and each has a special ability only for them, they will be mentioned. Further, each Ancient can make at least one Champion (limits will be mentioned) but naming a Champion cuts a part of their power, they give this to the Champion to do their job. They usually pick monsters or humans who has the same soultrait colour as they represent because that means their goals often times line up and that makes working together easier.

Another thing, Ancients don't actually have souls nor actual physical bodies. They are made completely out of magic that they get from the natural ley lines in the world which they also feed back into as they can also generate their own magic. But because they lack souls they are very much only concentrated on their own soultrait and specialty. So yes they can feel but it will always be slightly coloured and influenced by they own magic (which goes with a soultrait)

You guys got that? Cool.

Let's go by trait.

Determination. (red soultrait)

The Ancient for determination is called Fate. This comes from the fact that those with this soultrait are able to chance fate by surviving things they shouldn't be able to (which is also why sometimes people in my fic refer to this trait as Survival)

Fate isn't in the story as of yet and travels a lot. They don't get seen a lot and go by They/She/He/It. They don't care how you refer to them.

Fate is special in the way that they don't have a limit to how many Champions they can have. Unlike the other Fate does not lose any of their power when naming a Champion. This also means that Fate is the only Ancient who does not have anytype of working relationship with their Champions.

Yup. Fate just goes around, names Champions wherever they go and is on their way.

Who does Fate name to be Champion? Any strong determined soul they find who they think needs a bit of a boost.

Like, kids in a difficult situation to name a situation. (Yes this does mean that both Chara and Frisk with their determined souls and troubled pasts were named Champions)

Fate's Champions, called Wish Makers, have the ability to turn back time just a tiny bit to reappear at their last most determined and save moment. This is normally only a few minutes, but with Frisk this caused their ability with the Save and Load options.

And that is Fate! Next on the list.

2. Bravery. (Orange soultrait)

The Ancient of Bravery is called Knight. (yes, this is a reference to Delta Rune).

Knight is not a complicated Ancient. He wants to better the world and isn't afraid to do the work. He goes by He/Him and names Champions, who become his fellow knights. (yes, he named his Champions after himself. The Ancients aren't very creative) Knight has a limit of naming two Champions at a time. He could in theory name more Champions but that would leave him to weak to do work himself.

He is one of the few Ancients who still likes to interact wiht mortals and do work himself. He goes around and does hero work to better the world.

Knight special ability is unknown as a whole to the others as he hasn't used it. But he is able to actually speak and understand animals. Which the other Ancients ironically can not.

And that was Knight, I know, not a lot but Knight is a rather straight forward guy.

3. Justice. (yellow soultrait)

As the people following me know, the Ancient of Justice is Judge! Who we have met! Judge goes by they/them. Their name comes from the fact that they cast judgement on the mortals and tries to keep the peace.

Judge didn't like interacting with mortals before. They prefered to stay with their follow Ancients. Before they tended to stay with Knight, and yes you could consider Knight and Judge to have been friends.

Back when the human/monster war started Knight and Judge split up to better do their jobs better. Judge decided to stay with the royal boss monster family and work their job from there.

Only to be locked underground.

This, is the first time when Judge actually named a Champion. Mostly because they needed help to try and break out and interact with the world.

Now, why would Judge make a Champion if they needed to get out and break the barrier? Why cut their own power?

Because the power dynamic between Ancient and Champion is weird. Yes, it cuts the Ancient's powers when making them. But being near the Champion boosts their powers much higher than it originally was. (Imagine, having a HP bar. You take like a 25% cut of your original HP. But get like a 100% boost with shielded HP. It is that type of system).

Problem is, when an Ancient cuts part of their power, their powers can overwrite the person they are trying to name Champion, monsters are especially sensitive to this as they are made of magic. If the Ancient magic cut is larger than the amount of magic a monster (or human) has, the champion looses all sense of self and becomes nothing more than a puppet. Judge, who never did this before and had no idea how to limit themselves with this, ended up puppeting 4 different monsters around in the underground, three of which ended up dusting. The last one, Gerson, was released of his duty when Judge decided.

Yes, an Ancient can un-name a Champion whenever they want, but once they are an ex-champion they can never be a Champion again for any of the Ancients.

Judge ended up naming Sans a Champion, and because Sans as a shitton of magic, Sans did not lose his sense of self. Seeing as Sans' soultrait is Patience and Judge is very much Justice, they sometimes clash in their opinions.

Judge special ability is that they can read minds. They don't even have to be with someone to do this. None of the other Ancients can do this unless they are linked with the mortal as their Ancient/Champion. Judge does not need to link to do this but they don't always use this ability. It gets loud and they don't care enough about everyone to bother with knowing what everyone thinks.

4. Kindness (Green soultrait)

The Ancient of Kindness is Life. But she also goes by other names, Think Mother Earth, Mother Nature. Stuff like that. She goes by She/Her.

Her only mission is to create more life and see it flourish.

At the moment she has no Champions. If she were to have Champions she would have four. One for each season.

5. Patience (Cyan soultrait)

The Ancient of Patience is Past & Future.

Yes, that is their full name. I will call them P&F.

P&F goes by they/them. But unlike Judge they prefer to be refered to as plural. They are just weird like that. They were also the first one to leave their fellow Ancients to find their own permanent spot. They settled and have not moved since.

They have a curious process to pick their Champion. They are pretty much living in a town on top of a mountain at the moment. and families train and try to become worthy of being their Champion. P&F always has two Champions. Called their Oracles, Past and Future. P&F always picks two Champions at the same time from around the same age, just to make sure the Champions have someone to interact with and talk to that understands them.

P&F has the ability to see the Future, the Past and the Present. Which is why they mostly remain away from everything else but will know what is generally going on. Of course they aren't all knowing because a lot is happening all the time and it is hard to see and hear everything.

Their special power? Being socially capable. Which is only me partly joking. It mostly comes down to the fact that Past and Future can actually fully feel all the emotions that normally only come with a soul, even though as Ancient they don't have a soul and so feel things differently.

6. Integrity (Dark blue soultrait)

The Ancient of Integrity is Death. Yup.

Mostly because Death does not discriminate, it does not care what you did or who you are. In the end Death comes for everyone. the absolute equal.

Death saw Life creating a lot, and i mean, a LOT of life and decided, hey... you should stop or you will overpopulate everyone. So Death specialised and ever since Life has hated him.

Death goes by he/him btw. Mostly because he thought, euh, I am already the opposite of Life, I may as well commit to it.

Death is also patient, He doesn't really care if someone lives longer or 'cheats' death. He knows in the end all will be with him and he will guide the souls to rest.

Because that is his mission. To make sure that the souls that die can fully rest, to make sure new room is created for the new souls, and to help lost souls either move on or return to live if they have unfinished business.

Death only has one Champion. The Champion is the one who will go after the souls who are lost while Death manages the general flow of death. Death likes to hang around with his Champion and interact with them. Death calls his Champion his Reaper. (Yes it was a coincidense that Reaper was already called Reaper and Deatha dn him both just shrugged at the coincidence and went about their day).

This does mean that Death can stop the flow of death. Making every single creature on the planet immortal for as long as he wants to, he doesn't as he knows the balance between life and death is important and so stays on top of his job but it is important that you know it is possible.

Death being able to stop the flow of death is also their special ability.

and now, on to the last Ancient.

7. Perserverance. (purple soultrait)

And here we are. The last one. The Ancient of Perserverance is... Nim. (Yes, it is a reference to DreamTale and it was suposed to be just a reference but than my story kept growing and now I am to commited to the bit to give up)

Why did I make Nim (a character that is NOT mine) the last Ancient?

Because I wanted Dream and Nightmare to be the start of the next generation of Ancients and well.... they only got one mom. And it felt wrong to just... give them another mom. So Nim is now the Ancient of Perserverance!

What is her specialty? Magic. She is the Ancient of Magic. (in this story she uses she/her, i am sorry if this is incorrect i am not up to date with all the lore of the other AUs. I am very sorry.)

She pretty much regulates the flow of magic in this world. She maintains and checks the ley lines in the planet and her tree serves as a point where the ley lines are closest to the planets surface and actually interactable.

She normally only has one Champion, a Guardian. The guardian's job is to either, guard the tree while she checks the ley lines. Or, check the ley lines while she guards the tree.

Her special power is that she can shape shift to fit any form she wants. This also enables her to merge with her tree whenever she wants but also to take the form of just an everyday human or monster and go about her day with other mortals.

And that is all of them!

When I finish the sketches for them I will add links to personal bios and sketches to show how I imagine them but until now I hope this ties you guys over!

Have a great Sunday.

#ancientsandchampions #ancientsau #The Ancients

[frickfrackiwastakingabath]

Mag... magic...

Anyway, here's wonderwall.

...

Pin Point

Tw for talks of torture, needles, swearing, and a panic attack

...

Tubbo looked at the gash in his hand, burnt and straight through his palm. When Wilbur meant torture...

Needles, iron. While Tubbo was bored of the lantern, he shivered at the thought of Wilbur pulling him out by force, electrifying every vein of magic.

Tubbo felt weaker and weaker everything he made it past the barrier, he was gradually getting dimmer. While curious, he didn't want to be the one to find out what happens when a fairy light goes all the way out.

But as time went on, he felt his very being shrivel away.

Looks like fading away might come sooner than he realized.

But Tubbo was awake. Even though he was fucking exhausted, fairies could not be unconscious unless they were like, on the brink of death. He watched Wilbur sleep, the wizard looked SO peaceful when he wasn't threatening and torturing.

Hmmm... Hmm... hm

Fuck OFF. The necklace was still buzzing.

There was a scuttering noise. It very well might be his imagination, but just in case Tubbo looked over to the wall weakly.

"Tubbo- kid!"

"How do we know he's a kid? He could be an old man in fairy years-"

"Fuck off-"

The two... people squabbled a bit more as Tubbo tried to comprehend what was going on. In front of him were two people his Suze who had just crawled out the walls, one with orange hair and ears like a fox and the other with pink hair and antenna like a moth.

"Tubbo," pink ignored the other. "We're getting you out of here. The knight's name is Tommy."

Tubbo blinked back. What?

Some sort of weight had been lifted off Tubbo, as if he had been getting crushed for years. He pushed open the door on the lantern, feeling as though all the energy from the past day had been restored to him.

Of course, it hadn't actually. Logically, Tubbo knew he was just relieved about having his deal cut off. He was still very much experiencing the side effects and aftermath of a day's worth of torture.

Hmmm... hmm...

Tubbo cursed out the necklace, a little delirious, before fluttering over to the other two. The orange one pointed to the necklace.

"Go grab that," he instructed. The other started pulling it by the chain back into the wall. "I think that's what Ranboo-"

"Ranboo?!" Tubbo was wide awake now. "Where is he? Is he all right? What-"

"SH!" Orange shushed him quickly, taking his hand and going back into the wall. Pink followed behind. Wilbur had surprising slept through the entire thing.

The three ran through the walls, the two strangers making leaps and running faster than Tubbo had thought any non winged person could. While it wasn't necessarily fresh air, it was better than a lantern.

"You got him?" A third person asked as they got to a hollowed out part of the wall, almost like a room.

"A few burn marks," pink looked him up and down. "But they should be gone in a few hours as long as there's no more iron near him."

"Can I have all your names?" Tubbo asked all of them.

Orange started to speak, but the third one quickly covered his mouth. "No, but we can tell you them."

Tubbo snapped his fingers, annoyed. He'd be a disgrace of a fairy if he didn't at least try and trap these strangers in a deal.

Or... he was probably already a disgrace of a fairy for getting caught by a human.

"I am Eret," the third, Eret pointed to himself, then to pink and orange. "And these are Niki and Fundy. Sorry to rip you away from your friend... maybe?"

Tubbo paused for a second before crossing his arms. "Friends don't keep friends in lanterns."

"Right," Niki cut in, her antenna twitching a little. "We think he purposefully gave us his name to rescue you. We need to leave this place immediately, I don't thinkthe wizard will be happy when he wakes up. I've got the necklace, and Ranboo is in the other segment-"

"He's here?!" Tubbo gasped. "Can I stay by him?"

Eret grimaced, putting a hand on Tubbo's shoulder. "Of course we wanted to reunite you two, but you need rest-"

"Fairies don't need rest," Tubbo fluttered up and down, buzzing in excitement. "Please. Just let me be with him."

The borrowers all exchanged a glance before Fundy led Tubbo up to where Ranboo was staying. He say beside the pile of scraps, watching his only friend's breath rise and fall.

"We'll leave in the morning." Fundy nodded, climbing back down to the main room.

Tubbo leaned against the walls, closing his eyes. It was times like this that made him with he could sleep.

...

Ranboo took a deep breath, still unconscious. A weight felt lifted off his chest, he felt safer, warmer. It was quieter as well, as he drifted into a peaceful sleep rather than a strifeful one.

...

Wilbur got up out of bed, the sky still dark. His compass was not pointing north.

He went over to the couch where Phil decided he wanted to sleep silently waking the artificer up.

"Wil, it's like... three am..." Phil yawned.

The wizard held up the compass, suppressing a laugh. His night was sleeping right on the other couch.

"That little knat escaped like I thought he would," Wilbur had the biggest smile. "And now I know where the mice are hiding."

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #crime accessory au #tiny!tubbo #tiny!niki #tiny!fundy #giant!phil #giant!wilbur

[oh-no-a-new-hiperfocus-hit-me]

We officially have a revised first chapter!!

A War of The Weak, chapter 1 : Burned Birdie

It was late at night and it was dark. A starless sky watched as mere mortals tried and failed to find purpose, dying in their never ending search. Dabi hummed a soft melody while walking, her hair brushing her burned shoulders ever so lightly. She wore an old black cape that had seen better days, and a  plain brown shirt and pants. She played mindlessly with the pieces of metal in her face, not only holding her skin together but also adorning her ears and nose.

  The town was quiet, most were asleep. Much like Dabi's cape, the houses and cabins in the street had seen better. They were dirty and had an abandoned air to them, almost like ghosts were their only inhabitants. She could relate to that, she'd always felt too empty, too old, too useless. Unlike her though, the houses, the streets, the village were all filled with fierce life inside, the desolated outside nothing but a facade to trick strangers.

  That became clear once more when Dabi finally decided to end her walk, entering a dark alley; there, a dark door of enchanted wood waited for her. She opened it, the door's handle shining under long fingers. As she stepped inside, she was immediately overwhelmed by the amount of light and noise. The bar roared with vivacity, all kinds of beings drinking and chatting, kissing and even fighting.

  They were all citizens of the great kingdom of Akarui, where blood was spilled in the shadows and people were burned at stakes. Not quite people actually — at least not all of them; all mortals perhaps, but all different from each other. For in the world they lived in, everyone was different, looked different, behaved differently…

  And had unique powers.

  Elves, vampires, dwarves, fairies. Every kind of magical being you can imagine, all under the rule of one King, and of course the almighty  Security Council. Groups of knights and warriors were formed, and entrusted  to maintain peace; to assure the safety of the people. Well, not all people. The loud, weird, "dangerous" ones never got any protection. Really, as Dabi saw it, they rarely got anything at all.

  Ignoring the crowd as well as the thoughts concerning her old grudge, she went straight to the back. Dabi opened a little hidden curtain, and it lead her to a long corridor. She walked to the last door, and kicked it three times. A blue face opened it, eyes filled with rage.

  "You're fucking late as shit!"

  "No shit, bitch"

  She entered the room without ceremony, throwing herself in her own bed. Her roommate, Shigaraki, looked at her like she had just killed his puppy.

  "We have a band to commit to! You can't just do whatever you want!"

  "Actually the last time I checked I was my own person who can do whatever the fuck she wants."

  "You're insufferable!"

  "You're an ass."

  "Well, you are-"

  "Dabi!" The door that connected their room to an adjoining one opened with a loud noise and a girl with blond hair and sharp fangs threw herself into Dabi's arms.

  "Hey kid," She got up, Toga still clinging to her. "How was your day ?"

  "It was awesome! Twice taught me how to make pie and big sister Magne is teaching me archery!"

  "Nice."

  Dabi was a woman of few words, yet that didn't seem to diminish Toga's excitement in the least.

  "Can we focus on what's important here? We have a show guys!"

  "Is shigaraki whining about us being late to the show again? 'Cause I don't really think the customers are gonna care. They're pretty drunk, you know. Oh, hey Dabi." Compress was standing in the doorway, and she could see Magne and Twice behind him.  "How'd your walk around town go?

  "Went well. Nothing interesting. Nothing new."

  The man nodded. He was tall, with sun-kissed skin under orange clothes and a black mask he never took off.

  "Hey-o you guys! Shigaraki's kind of right! We better get going!" A tall man with another black mask and an energy Dabi didn't know how he had, Twice loomed over Compress, wearing all black and gray, though she could see some of his blonde hair scaping the mask.

  "Someone here's gotta have a half a brain enough to listen to me." Shigaraki murmured under his breath.

  Dabi rolled her eyes but didn't ague. They did need the money from tonight's gig. A couple more days and they would have enough to go to the next town. The owner's husband had been kind enough to let them stay here. 

  As they headed to the stage, Shigaraki and Spinner tuning their guitars while Himiko sat by the piano, Dabi thought she would miss this place. They'd been there for nearly a month, playing in every bar and every party that would have them. It was a small town in the countryside of the kingdom, but unlike others, it was a refuge for outcasts. You could find every kind of being there, from mages to vampires; from nymphs to elves. Rumor had it the town was protected by one of Akarui's most powerful crime families, and so no bigoted people dared to attack it. It was nice.

  The woman had many reasons to want to be in this town, away from the spotlights of the capital. A cold breeze came in through an open window, and with her eyes closed, letting darkness and coldness embrace her, she stepped onto the stage.

 

▪︎▪︎▪︎

  Burned Birdie stay true

  Her lungs stung like they were being filled with a fierce acid, the tissue lined with cuts that were rubbed with salt.

  Burned Birdie stay here

  Her lips were dry, and her throat hurt as if at any moment her voice might fail her.

   Burned Birdie don't you prey on me, prey on me

  "And as she sang, her mind couldn't help but imagine her as the burned birdie. The scars on her shoulders ached as those painful memories reminded her exactly why she'd written this song - and exactly why she wanted to leave it all behind."

  Burned Birdie stay true

The little crowd erupted in applause when the song ended. They'd been there for three hours already, in a short while  dawn would be coming, and they were all tired as fuck.

  The bartender paid them what the owner owed, not much, but enough. It had to be.

  Dabi went back to the room she shared with Shigaraki while Toga, Twice and Magne went to the room next door, and Compress and Spinner to their own. 

  "Holy fuck, I think I'm gonna die of thirst." The woman threw herself on the floor, but trying to rival Tomura's dramatics never worked. Motherfucker was a class A drama king.

  "Not if I die first," He hit his head against a wall, got a bottle she knew he'd been hiding from everyone in his dirty clothes, and half stumbling, fell, lying next to her.

  "Wanna cure your thirst?" He waved the bottle in her direction.

  She caught it from his hand, laughing. She would feel more thristy afterwards, her throat hurting even more, her lips even drier; she knew it.  But hell if she cared.

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"So you're saying Himiko's new hobby is… writing?"

  "Writing love stories, Shiggy."

  "Don't fucking call me that. So she was talking to Spinner and Compress, and?"

  "And she wanted to know how to write a… spicy scene with an elf."

  "What the fuck, an elf?"

"I think she's writing about her crushes." Dabi took another sip. "Do you remember that dancer who was said to have performed at the prince's birthday? She said she can tell he's hot from a painting she saw. So she's writing about that."

"Okay, but what do they have to do with that?"

  "Well she approached Compress and my man Spinny and told them about her story. And the… and then…" Dabi was already  bending in laughter from remembering the mens' faces when they'd told her. "Then Toga asked Spinner if he'd ever had a lover who was an elf. She asked for details, Shiggy. Can you imagine their faces?"

  "Elves suck." Shigaraki was frowing but seemed to have found the story amusing. 

  "Yeah, kinda. They're hot, though."

  Shigaraki made a disagreeing noise, but didn't answer. He looked lost in thought.

  At times like this, Dabi's thoughts could run free through her mind. The memories she kept in a small locked chest when she was sober came to her like an ocean wave, but she didn't care. Couldn't bring herself to. For once those tiny, happy children in her memory were distant, not her, not her siblings, but something else entirely.

  Shigaraki was looking at the ceiling next to her, clearly almost asleep. She could hear Magne and Compress snoring. They would have to leave, sure, and she liked the little town of outcasts, but as long as she had these freaks with her she'd be okay. No one else was looking after them, no one else would. Tomura was like a brother (a bratty, annoying one, but still). They had met ten long years ago, and build something like siblinhood on friendship, music and friendly fighting, something she wouldn't trade for the world.

  Yeah, Dabi had a brother.

  More than one, actually, she thought, as a bird entered through the broken window and delivered her a letter.

  She had no energy to get up, but she didn't need it; she'd read it tomorrow, the words would wait for her. She fell asleep with the letter in one hand and Shigaraki's empty bottle in the other. She dreamt of crowns she no longer had to wear and whispered stories of the lost princess of Akarui.

  Whispered stories about her. 

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This is literally all due to @arson-n-barf and @scott-is-hyperfixating Thank you!!!!

Here is the draft for chapter 2

Would also be helpful if anyone could take a look. But please only do so if you have space and energy! And if you want, of course. You are super important. :) I just really love this story and love to share it with other people.

Speaking of which-

I made a map!!!

#bnha #mha #dabihawks #dabihawks fanfiction drafts #its a work in progress but i like how its going so far #im so excited!!! #half way into chapters 3 draft :) #fun fact : i made up an actual melody for Burned Birdie #very much tending to write the rest of the song #thatd be fun!!

[lunarscaled]

"Let's tell ghost stories around the fire. I'll go first." - Rei

HALLOWEEN STARTERS

-> It isn't a house party like Lyric expects. Ritsu told them something about the privacy of the Sakuma family that bleeds into everything they do, and Lyric supposed that included hosting any kind of social gatherings that could disclose personal information, so when they have to follow convoluted directions to a heavily decorated campground, they know they shouldn't be surprised by the flair of it all. Surprisingly, the outdoor space is more comforting to Lyric than any ritzy castle home gala might ever be. Lyric had spent plenty of time sleeping outside when they were a kid, in worse conditions and under desperate circumstances, and though they hadn't brought any of that up to the younger vampire it puts them at ease on the approach of the warm, orange lights and little holiday-inspired hanging paper ghosts and bats. The space is fine, yes. It's the people that make Lyric anxious.

-> Of course Rei wouldn't be sitting in a decorated space alone. That's only logical. But Lyric doesn't recognize any of the other... students? Groupmates? Lyric had taken to attempting to immerse themselves in the music of their friend, listening to Knights' recent work in case it ever came up as a question of their support, but it wasn't quite the sound they usually took to. By algorithmic suggestion, UNDEAD had also come up, and while Lyric had only listened to a handful of individual songs it felt like a betrayal to say they were more partial to that sound than Ritsu's own group. And that knowledge makes this solo escapade feel double-sided---they were just dropping off Ritsu's candy collection and a few things he had forcibly received from people who recognized him ( confession letters, little trinkets, phone numbers he'd throw away... ) and hoped they could easily get away after that. So, they aren't sure how they ended up standing awkwardly near the fire, still holding the bag, when they couldn't quite get a word in between Rei and his friends. Their fingers pluck at the edge of Ritsu's pillowcase, their brow furrowed as they tried to find a gap. Let's tell ghost stories around the fire---

"Actually, um---"

-> They feel anxiety just speaking up. Rei on his own was a manageable, charismatic personality, but Lyric didn't want to leave a poor impression on a band they potentially liked, and a group of people whose social reach was probably enough to ruin their life on a good day.

"I just... came to drop this off. Ritsu said you would watch it? I shouldn't stay."

#celesticlnstcrs #* questions and answers. #⋇ AND I SWEAR THAT I DON’T HAVE A GUN: PRESENT DAY #lyrics personal music playlist is like. mostly 80s rock + punk + metal. country is intermingled in there #so I think Undead is more their music + aesthetic preference but that makes them conflicted bc they dont know Rei much as a person

[ladyclwriter]

Marc Spector's Inferno

Meeting the hell on his mind (pre-show timeline

People admired the orange, yellow, and mesmerizing purple of the sunset. But not Marc.

He remembered when just seeing the star lower and lower on the horizon gave him goosebumps. Panic filled his mind, his heart pounding more than any of his moments with Layla. Now he was nothing more than a ghost of himself, sitting on the ceiling of the apartment he shared with her, just waiting for the moon to rise.

Khonshu didn't need to say anything. He knew his Avatar was fully aware of his duties. Of his debt. And, well, as long as he could, Spector just stared into the void, in an unbearable wait even for the expressionless man.

There was no longer a watch on his wrist. Not only because he didn't need to count the hours, since at that point they were branded in his being; in a mechanical habit of just looking at the sky to know when he should leave the house. But also for no longer having the audacity to use that gift from Layla with the disturbing ticking that accompanied the too-slow clock. The annoying little noise helped to interrupt, sometimes intensify, the frantic thoughts of his half hour “pre-mission”, which slipped between pools of blood, laughter of his fiancée, his past and his future.

The blood. Oh, the blood.

How many flashes, how many tremors did he had when remembering the blood on his hands? No, it was nothing new. Before Khonshu, he was already a murderer.

And that was an incessant topic. “At least before I was paid” or “now I fight for a noble cause”?

He did not feel worthy of any nobility. No, Marc Spector didn't have any good in him; be it good intentions, positive emotions or happy memories.

He had no right to any of that.

Maybe Steven had. Yep, that anxious, hyperactive, upbeat, always-stepped little guy deserved all the beauty in the world.

And Layla. Yes, Layla was worthy of everything Steven was, and maybe more. But Layla didn't deserve to be with a man so... so...

Cruel? Empty? Fucked up? He didn't know which one to choose.

It wasn't a lie that with his partner he felt as alive as he allowed himself to feel. But what to think when he knew that at his wedding he would face a huge bony bird at the back of his bride?

What to do when he knew Layla didn't deserve to spend the rest of her life with some weird, white-dressed anti-hero who kills so many people every single night? Even without the title of Moon Knight he knew he would still be a motherfucking assassin. No therapy in the world was going to erase the guilt he carried over his brother's death. Gods, Layla didn't even know that. Not even Steven. What if Steven found out? What if Layla found out? What if the two found out? What if the world knew that Marc Spector was always destined to be a killer? It was better to have continued alone. Secrets from him would die with him. But he loved Layla. But she didn't deserve it, what if she found out, what if...

To escape. He wanted to get away from there. But how to deal with parting? No, he couldn't see Layla cry. He couldn't make her cry. By all the gods, how fucked would he be if he were the reason the only person he loved on the entire planet was sad? That same person didn't deserve to have children with such a shitty man.

Layla wants to have kids? We already talked about this? How could we even think about it? No, Marc Spector cannot have children. Imagine, children sleeping while the father murders and exterminates and annihilates?

Layla should be a mother. No, Marc couldn't deprive himself of that just because he had a terrible life.

But how? What if Khonshu used the children? What if they had to inherit their father's suit? What if he never got rid of his duty? What if he had to live through this endless hell he'd gotten himself into by denying his death?

Yeah, they always said that when the time comes, you have to accept it. Everything always has a price. And Marc knew he would pay for it for a long, long time. Would Khonshu let him die again?

No, he couldn't die. And Layla?

But... What if leaving her is worse than dying? What if the two things are the same thing?

He couldn't do this to her. So what could he do? Keep beating yourself up and thinking he should be far, far away from her?

How Marc regretted it. He should never have approached her. Damn his late father-in-law for dying. Now, sweet Layla was doomed to an schizophrenic sociopath. And the sociopath didn't know what to do.

He would never have an answer to all his questions. But of one thing he was sure; the moon was almost at that particular spot. And with it, his duties knocked at the door.

He opened his arms, head falling back. A vein popped in his neck, grinding his teeth lightly as he felt the power of Khonshu wrap around and shiver within his body. The sashes and every layer of the impeccably white suit smelled like death. But it carried something good. With it, he would forget all the incessant questions. With it, all those voices and sweat and the will to flee or die disappeared.

Only one thing remained in Marc: his duty.

Kill, kill, and kill.

It was okay. All was well as he vaulted buildings in pursuit of Khonshu's countless vendettas. That was okay, because during the night, he didn't care about anything but hunting and scavenging.

If for some the dawn is a symbol of security, of peace, for Marc Spector it was a sign that he was going back to hell.

This was an experimental writing that I did a long time ago, and decided to post here. Not exactly a fanfic, so didn't posted as it. Hope you enjoyed it, and that I did portrayed Marc well. Sorry for any grammar, English isn't my first language, I'm self-taught.

See ya, love you 💕

#moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight oneshot #marc spector #marc spector fanfic #marc spector oneshot

[sainamoonshine]

A list of my SWTOR alliance commanders, and the funniest thing that happened to them / that they did that turned into an instant Alliance meme

(Sorry for the long post idk how to add a cut on mobile)

Jedi Knight Ky-Andi (my main man!!)

The Alliance learned that he was dating Arcann via Koth accidentally walking in on them making out. He proceeded to yell at Ky-Andi for approx one hour twenty-five minutes about it, in the middle of the Alliance war room. Fortunately only a few of the top brass were around to witness it; unfortunately everyone else heard about the incident. To this day, the expression « to Vortena someone » means in Alliance parlance to take someone to task semi-publicly about something that is technically none of your business but also what the fuck dude.

Imperial Agent Mirfak

When they defeated Zakuul and the Alliance hosted the most buck-wild celebration party in the galaxy, Mirfak sat down in the cantina, leaned back in his chair, and fell asleep. After summarily checking that he wasn’t dead Kaliyo started making people pay five credits each for a funny holo with him (with various dumbass objects on his head, doodling on his face, etc) until Lana made her stop. The noise in that cantina was loud enough to make the floor rattle and my guy didn’t wake up until like twenty hours later.

Smuggler captain Jay Mercadi

Technically this happened before the Alliance, but Theron and Corso will never let her live it down. The first thing that Jay said when meeting Lana on Manaan was « oh no she’s hot » immediately followed by « I think I left my blasters on the stove » and then she turned around and walked smack into the doorframe. Now they are married and no one in the Alliance knows how she managed to pull it off (Jay included).

Sith Warrior Wolftamer

In this version of events she was reunited with Quinn much earlier, because Lana broke him out of jail before she organized her rescue from Zakuul. By the time that she met with Empress Acina on Dromund Kaas she was pregnant up to her eyeballs, and went into labour right after their shuttle crash, with assistance from a very rattled Acina. A couple of years later, pregnant for the second time, she showed up on Ossus and took over the « arrest » of Master Gnost Dural, intending to find a way to oups accidentally let him slip loose (saboteur style) when she went into early labour AGAIN so the Jedi had the very baffling experience of being captured by a Sith lord that immediately just started giving birth. He helped her out with that then felt bad for leaving. By the time she’s carrying her third kid people in the Alliance are making bets about the worst/funniest place she could have that one. Quinn is getting a stress ulcer on top of his stress ulcer

Sith Inquisitor Machiabel

She knits for stress relief, often very elaborate pieces. It is well known among her crew and later the Alliance that if she likes you she’ll give you some custom knitted piece (like a cat marking her territory she’ll make you wear her stuff) but she’s never nice about it, she’ll just pointedly put it where you’ll find it or shove it at you. A few months after recruiting Arcann she walked into the war room and jammed just the most absolutely butt-ugly hat on his head. It’s bright orange and it’s got pompoms. He doesn’t wear it, so she’s escalated to increasingly ugly and ridiculous pieces that she’ll ambush him with periodically. No one ever explained shit about it to him and to this day he is still confused. To the Alliance this is hilarious to watch because usually her knitted stuff is very pretty and tasteful, so they know she’s just being a passive agressive dick to him on purpose

Jedi Consular Anzu Sedimentes

One of the jedi-est jedi you’ll ever meet. Very quiet, zen, extremely irritating to talk to because he’ll unironically give you the whole semi-condescending jedi spiel about calming your emotions and being kind or whatever. People meeting that guy get the strong impression that he’s never had a stray thought or action in his life. Which is why it’s so funny when anyone asks him about his teenage years and he’ll hit them with « when I was sixteen I took too much spice and puked on a Hutt » or « oh yeah I’m wanted on Nar Shadaa for double crossing both a Hutt & a sith lord on the same day when I was nineteen ». No one knows if he’s pulling their legs about his insanely criminal pre-jedi past until the sith he crossed that one time joins the Alliance and confirms all of it. People are reeling. It’s chaos in the cantina

Bounty Hunter Aydelin

For a criminal who had worked with Gault for several years, she is incredibly gullible. To the point where it is generally considered in bad taste to troll or scam her because come on dude. You know she’ll believe you wholesale and then do the shocked pikachu face when you reveal none of what you just said is true. Surely telling her long elaborate stories that are all bullshit just to reach a punchline that’s a lame pun shouldn’t be funny anymore by now, right? Wrong. It is always funny, and she never sees it coming. Lana and Theron are exasperated.

Republic Trooper Pier-Paul Kirkland

Pier-Paul is an unassuming human man, very serious and professional military type. But the guy has lived through some though times when he was a kid so now he’ll just eat whatever you put in front of him as long as it’s technically edible. Aric Jorgan doesn’t gossip and besides he’d like to remove the worm incident from his brain, so no one knows about that until the moment where Hylo shows him a shipment of fresh fruits and vegetables one of their « legitimate suppliers » managed to get their hands on and she hands him an onion, at which point Pier-Paul bites into it, peel and all. He thoughtfully eats the entire thing while inspecting the shipment. That is the specific moment where all of the smugglers present realize that oh, there is something deeply wrong with that man.

#swtor #swtor headcanon #my swtor oc #jedi knight #jedi consular #sith inquisitor #sith warrior #republic trooper #swtor smuggler #imperial agent #bounty hunter

[reddtea]

I don't know what most people's relationship with comic canon but for me. I just...ignore... whatever I don't like. Like I don't generally care for ginger Jason or rapist Talia Al Ghul, so I just pretend it's not true to my version of the DC universe. There's some aspects that I might re adapt if I think they could be interesting but I don't feel beholden to what is canon and what isn't. I don't really want to argue over what is correct pre-new 52 or post crisis or dc rebirth or future state shenanigans. As far as how canon Slade is, He's not as interesting as I think he could be. I know that he's done fucked up stuff (relationship with Terra? really???) but I don't find those to be interesting. This Slade is still a bad guy and not the best dad ever by any means, but at this point his kids are pretty fucked up in their own right and nobody in this family is sane that Slade for the most part just wants some peace and quiet and will kill to get some. - Rose probably gets along the best with dad but has no impulse control whatsoever (she's no longer allowed to fly any planes after crashing the 3rd one this year) - Joey talks to Ghosts and hangs out with Dick, he's weird and a traitor - Grant...Slade isn't sure if he's real half the time everyone including Grant acts like he's a ghost haunting the house, he mostly freelances or stays with mom

My Slade is a bit of a combination of Captain America and a Geralt of Rivia wannabe. He wants to be a cool and chivalrous Knight but that has never been in the cards for him. He wishes Rose could be like Ciri, Joey could have been kinda like Jaskier before the throat thing, and Grant was like Bucky Barnes before dying.

As far as I'm concerned with Slade he's a captain America (Steve Rogers) if nobody had any expectations or respect for him because he was a symbol of truth and justice... and was treated less than human for killing people, because he could never be a proper hero. A sort of anti captain America situation where everyone has the worst idea of him believing he could never do good, and Slade is just doing what he feels like he should do anyways. Not a hero, never loved, and never respected but he's still out here doing what he was made for and that's pretty much all he's ever known. He's been trained to be practical and to be a strategist that looks at everything and anyone as pieces on a board to manage to get the job done. Sometimes people get hurt because of it. He generally tries to not feel much about it.

He has a family but they don't care that he's the most badass assassin and one of the top mercenaries in the world, he's just their dad who's a mean and stoic hard ass and nobody is afraid to call him out on it. He has a butler who doesn't give a shit about being nice, but it always there when he most need it , like Alfred but actually an asshole. A brother who is a depressed unkillable annoying wacko that hangs around sometimes to "keep him on his toes" and he's probably the only one who understand him. An ex-wife that he suspects might have a bigger kill count than him (she's just better at hiding it because she doesn't run around with bright orange to advertise) and a (mostly) one sided rivalry with Bruce Wayne and a mutual hatred of Dick Grayson (Dick would unplug his life support if given the opportunity).

#dc comics fanart #dc #art #dc comics #batman villians #batman rogues #dcu #robin #deathstroke #rose wilson #slade wilson #ravager #teen titans #titans