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tac-the-unseen · 14 days

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Gifts the slashers would enjoy

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Micheal Myers:

•Arts and crafts supplies

-He's enjoyed making Paper Mache masks most of his life. It's very likely that he enjoys other forms of art as well, but couldn't express that in the ward for fear it would be taken away.

-Dr. Loomis sucks

-Giving him art supplies now, would end up in him making his art in secret. He feels embarrassed to like such a simple thing. That shame is intensified if you ask to see it. He'll end up leaving it out so you can see it without directly showing it to you

•Candy Corn, circus peanuts, and Crunch bar.

-Are they his favorite? No. But they bring back good memories, and for Michael, that's enough.

-would spend a good chunk of time snaking on the sweets while you spend time with him

-Can be bribed into a lot of shenanigans with candy

•Homemade meal

-He rarely had anyone make him dinner. His mom being a ‘working’ woman ment that he had to fend for himself come dinnertime.

-Knowing that you wanted to, and found time to make him dinner make him feel that icky (Nice), bubbly feeling in the center of his chest

-minor Headcannon: first time this happened Micheal thought he was having a heart attack.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Horror movie merchandise

-Their collectors. If you manage to get your hands on something they don't have, they'll give you anything you want in return.

-will trip over themselves trying to replay you

-Stu would actually kiss the ground you walk on if you ask

•Jewelry

-They both appreciate necklaces, bracelets, and RINGS

-Stu is a gold guy, Billy is a sliver guy.

-They’re like crows. Anything shiny will end up in their pockets. Imagine Stu showing off his rings like a newly proposed to woman. Fawning over the design and/or jewels.

•knives/knife sharpener

-They collect knives of different quality and look

-they better ones they use to hunt. The best ones and the weaker ones are put on display like trophies.

-No matter the quality you get, it's the fact it came from you but they care about

Thomas Hewitt:

•Flowers

-Thomas is a sucker for old ‘traditional’ romantic actions

-Seeing you hold up hand-picked flowers makes his heart gush. He thinks you look so precious, wanting to make him happy.

-sometimes he'll catch you, out of a window, picking flowers just so you can give it to him. He'll never tell you, and will always act surprised when you present the bouquet.

•Bones

-its simple and an abundant resource at the house. There's always bones somewhere, and Thomas knows how to use the bones

-They’re good for making repairs, as tools, and as decorations

-You 10000% have a bone bracelet that Thomas made for you when you guys started to get more serious

•Desserts

-Thomas won't admit it, but he has a sweet tooth. Why do you think Luda mae spends so much time baking?

-While a good pie is enough to send this man to his knees, any other baked good will do.

-He likes cherries and strawberries, but because of how expensive they are he doesn't tell anybody that it's his favorite. He doesn't want anybody ‘wasting’ money or resources on him.

Bubba Sawyer:

•Flowers

-Bubba loves flowers. Any kind of flowers is enough for him to let out squeals of happiness. He loves seeing them around the farm, and plants them around the house when he has spare time.

-So when you go to town and come back with a bouquet of flowers just for him, nearly crushed you with hugs.

-Keeps them alive for as long as possible then perseveres them in notebooks and in salt

•Quilting supplies

-Bubba is really good at handling leather. Those human skin masks are hard to make, and human leather is so incredibly delicate.

-On top of that, he is a family man. He want to make things that help his family. So he makes blankets!

-its a fine craft and perfect in enhancing his skills.

•Good old quality time

-He loves spending his time with you! If he could spend all day with you, he would.

-So sitting down and cuddling means that absolute world to him. He cherishes his time with you and it what he looks forward to everyday. It's why he wakes up in the morning. It's why he tries hard everyday. He wants to spend every day starting and ending with you!

Bo Sinclair:

•Tools

-If your in the workshop often enough, you'll know what ends replacing.

-Bo is as stubborn as stubborn comes, so he won't get new tools until they physically can't do their job anymore.

-If you get him new tools he will begrudgingly take them, but after an hour or two he'll find you just so he can thank you ‘properly’.

•Cigarettes

-The boy smokes

-Don’t know what else to tell you

-Will kiss you when you give it to him though

•Kids Toys

-Sounds weird, but having his childhood taken away from him leaves him wanting to fill up the gaps.

-when looking through a victim's car you found a two handed water ring-toss toy. when you showed Bo He just rolled his eyes and kept working on his Truck. You started playing with it when at the shop, even leaving it there on a few occasions. Every time you left it there, He would take it and sneak into the back room of the shop to play with it.

-it brought him immense joy. One day he forgot to put it back, and when you asked about it he berated you for losing your things and expecting him to keep track of your belongings. He never told you, and would rather die than admit it.

Vincent Sinclair:

•Art/craft supplies

-Its a given, really

-He very rarely get new art supplies (if you don't count corpses) so it’s nice to get replacements.

-Will take anything you give him, honestly

•Books

-Vincent isn't always making art. Sometimes art can get boring for him, or he hits a rough patch and doesn't know where to go from there.

-A book can easily help, Whether it's just something else to do or it helps him overcome his art block. He will oftentimes get up from his work space and find another spot to sit down and read.

-He loves it when you read to him. It's nice to just listen to something while you work.

•Hoodies

-with his combination of body issues and wanting to be cozy, A hoodie seems to be the best option.

-Even though it is hot in Louisiana, The cool basement and even cooler nights need a little warmth.

-loves the feeling of the softer cloth and with it being a present, makes it all the better.

Lester Sinclair:

•Lip balm

-Lester has a hard time with hygiene. No one ever really taught him how to take care of himself.

-So when you notice Lester had chapped lips and gave him some lip balm something in his brain short circuited. The fact that YOU want to help him, makes his heart swell.

-keeps it in his pocket and constantly reapplies it

•Car freshener

-Even with him blind to the smell of death, the hot Louisiana sun will intensify the foul smell 10 fold. You knew it was bad when you could smell the truck before you could see or hear it.

-You ran out of town and bought several packs of air fresheners for his truck. You told him that you do love him, just not the smell that lingers when he gets home from work. Lester doesn't want to make you gag every time he gets into bed with you.

-He likes the Strawberry, sugar cookie, and fresh linens scent best

•Dinner

-He’s not the ‘I better come home to a hot plate of dinner' kind of guy, but he really appreciates it when he does. Even though Bo is a semi-good cook, anything after years of having it will get boring.

-Having you cook for him (and most likely his brothers) is a nice change of pace.

-Will eat anything you cook. Whether it's ‘good’ or ‘bad’ he will happily eat it all.

Billy Lenz:

•Being read too

-Isn’t a physical present but he loves your voice. He wants to read but has A) a hard time focusing and B) has a hard time reading in general

-Having you read to him calms him down and gets him settled enough to sit still and/or do an activity smoothly

-Reading to him 100% makes him fall asleep in the end. And boy does this insomniac need it

•Crochet equipment

-After learning how to Crochet he can't stop. He runs through String like a mad man. He has made you 6 sweaters and increasing in quality over time

-Will give you a list of all the colors he wants and will wait patiently on your bed for you to come back.

-Gets ridiculous excited when he's given new supplies. Will be your lap dog for weeks after

•String lights

-Doesn't have to be Christmas themed, he just really likes the lights. Like a moth drawn to flames.

-likes to fall asleep with them on, it's like Billy’s own big night light.

-Has gotten too close to them and accidentally ripped them down. He tried to hide them so he didn't get in trouble, and actually cried when you found out.

Brahms Heelshire:

•Clothes

-You wondered why his clothes were so ill-fitting for a long time before you realized, that's his dad's old clothes.

-coming to that realization you manage to figure out his proper size and (after some minor fighting) when out to get him a much needed upgrade. When you came home he was waiting by the door, waiting for you. Giving him his new clothes was like telling him you would never leave again, he was ecstatic. He ripped the bags out of your arms and ran into his room so he could try them on

-He fell in love with the sweaters you got him, with a nice couple pairs of khakis. It wasn't much of a transition from his old clothes but that's just what he likes.

•Movies/Movie night

-The only movies he's seen are from his childhood, and he can barely remember them. His parents didn't think movies were healthy for a growing boy, so they only allowed him books to pass the time

-When you proposed a movie night he had a couple questions and even a bit of hesitation. “What if they melt my brain?” He asked with genuine concern. After you posed another question back “Why wouldn't they have melted my brain yet?” Did he trust you.

-You started with childhood classics before getting into the more ‘adult’ stuff. He loved every minute of it

•Picnics

-While Brahms isn't a fan of going outside, the garden is the only exception. You wanted him to go outside because orange juice can only do so much for a vitamin D deficiency.

-He said the only way he would go outside was if you had a Picnic and put his sunscreen on. Making sandwiches with chips and then lathering him in 80 SPF he went outside in a tank top layered with a crocheted vest and shorts, had him outside fairly quickly

-Now he wants a picnic every summer

Hannibal Lecter:

•Wine

-After dating for a while you started to notice where Hannibal got his expensive foods and wines

-you also noticed what he actually liked and what he was just experimenting with. While fruity and floral flavors were always favored, herbs and Nutty wines were much lower on his list.

-With that in mind you got a Cherry lavender wine from Greece. When you gave it to him he was actually shocked you were paying attention to his preferences. He told you most people just buy cheap wine and expect him not to notice.

-The wine you picked out now has a permit spot saved on his wine shelf.

•Paper bouquet

-Paper made into the shape of different flowers all wrapped up in another paper tying it all together. It's cute, classy (though he would never display it openly), and will never wilt!

-He had told you about the complexity of life using flowers as an example and how they wilt. So you decided to make flowers that can't wilt to not only sass him but to give him something

-He put them in a paper vase he made (in only what you can assume was) in his free time.

•Friendship bracelets

-What was originally a gag gift turned out to be one of his favorite gifts.

-You thought there was no way in hell THE Hannibal Lecter would wear cheap bright string woven together, but you were wrong.

-You had made some friendship bracelets out of old string you found in some old stuffed away box and laughed at the idea of Hannibal finding it in his desk drawer. So you did just that, just to come to the shocking realization that during a meeting with the F.B.I he was wearing it, hidden under his sleeve. You had a very hard time containing your laughter that night.

Will Graham:

•Quality time with you!

-Life has always been stressful for Will. So some alone time with you is always a great gift.

-No need for fancy dinners, events, or holidays. Just sitting down to watch whatever pops up on the T.V screen is enough for him.

-Bonus points if the pack joins in for a cuddle session!

•Handwritten letter(s)

-Having a man with a different then most emotional attachment style is hard. Will might not always what to be physically touched or poked at. Sometimes he doesn't even want to talk (Common coping mechanism for Autistic people)!

-But even when he gets like this, it's still nice to get some reassurance. You started writing him little notes around the house a while ago and slowly you noticed Will’s mood improving significantly.

-He found it very sweet that you were taking the time to meet him on a level he was comfortable with. The two of you don't speak about it often but the notes persist.

•New fishing gear

-anything fishing related is always an appreciated

-New lears, poles, vests, hooks, bait even. Anything even if he already has it, he will take it happily

-He’ll take you fishing with his new gear you got him and will happily teach you if you don't know how to fish

The Lost Boys:

•Jewelry

-All four vamps love jewelry of any kind

-All of them have earrings, bracelets, and necklaces so why not give them Something they can say they got from their S/O!

-David and Marko prefer bracelets, David’s gloves wouldn't mesh well with rings, and he thinks a necklace might make him seem less intimidating. Marko would chew on a necklace and worse could get caught during a fight. Rings would be damaged either due to said fighting and/or his painting. Bracelets are that perfect in-between!

-Dwayne and Paul like Rings for different reasons. For Dwayne Rings have that ‘marriage’ aspect to them. Not to say rings mean marriage, but historically speaking…it's like putting your claim on him and he's thriving for that.

-Paul likes rings to fidget with. He already has rings he uses as ways to occupy his hands when something or someone isn't. Will 100% show off his ring you gave him to the others.

•Gift boxes

-The boxes full of pictures, candy, and other meaningful things

-They all go feral over those boxes, especially the first ever box. It was filled with your own little doodles, candy you know they like, mini bottles of whiskey, and a note telling them about how much you care about them and where to meet you for the night.

-if you plan to do this more often make sure each boy gets to keep something or they WILL fight over it.

•ScrapBooks

-Memories bunch up and fade when you're a vampire. They can't always remember the little things, so having a book of all those memories they can look back at is great idea!

-You even found a creative way to include them in pictures! They can't be seen in photos, but they're shadows can! You take pictures under street lamps and make silly poses. You have a picture of Paul dramatically falling into Marko's arms while Dwayne and David kiss either side of your face.

-All those silly pictures combined with your and Marko’s creativity ends up in some fun, colorful, memories

Thanks for reading <3

(You know I write a fuck ton when It started glitching out. Like it would freeze while I was formatting it correctly 😭)

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barananduen · 10 months

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Art Advice: How to Deal with Art Block

Welcome to my Art Advice Articles series! In this issue, we'll talk about the different types of art block and how to break through them.

TYPE 1: I want to draw, but I don't know what!

TYPE 2: I want to & know what to draw, but it doesn't come out right.

2a) I've never been able to draw the way I want

2b) I used to like my art, but not anymore

TYPE 3: I have ideas but no motivation

TYPE 4: I want to draw, but I'm scared my new art won't measure up to my last good piece

Choose your type of art block from the list above the cut, and skip to the corresponding section below:

🌟TYPE 1 - I WANT TO DRAW, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT!

This is the easiest type of art block to deal with. DRAW ANYTHING! It doesn't have to be something spectacular; drawing an object on your desk or in your room will do; it will help you break out of this art block. Here are some ideas for you:

Ask people for suggestions. You don't have to draw all of them; just do the ones that appeal to you, in any way you wish.

Draw random objects: decorations, an insect, a slice of pie...

Close your eyes, draw a doodle/random shape. Open your eyes, try to make a creature out of it. Now redraw the creature with purpose.

Draw a scene or character from the last movie you watched / book you read / song you listened to.

Experiment with a different art form, like photography, crafts, dancing, etc. or a different medium (acrylic, pastel, pencils, etc.). This will shift your focus while still keeping your mind thinking creatively. Working with different art forms will: 1) loosen you up, and 2) give you ideas that you can apply to your main form/medium.

The last idea has another benefit. While working with a new art form, you will hone different skills, that will help you with your "main" medium if you have one (or the media you normally do). For example, if you draw and are stuck, working on photography can help you with composition and depth of field, among other things. Scrapbooking or making collages can help you with textures, color palettes, and also composition. Sculpting can help you with volume and angles. Dancing can help you with poses. You see things in a different light and can come up with new, fresh ideas. :)

🌟TYPE 2 - I WANT TO & KNOW WHAT TO DRAW, BUT IT DOESN'T COME OUT RIGHT

This type can take two forms:

a) You've never been able to draw the way you want; or b) You used to like your art, but now you no longer do.

The good news is: both are temporary!

⭐ 2.a - I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO DRAW THE WAY I WANT

Many, many people who are starting with art are under the misconception that art learning is a relatively quick process, that you can get good at art in just a couple of months, whereas the fact is, it takes years to get to the level we want, with art as with anything else.

Exercise what I call The Three Ps:

Patience

Practice

Perseverance

We must have patience! It's important to give yourself time; focus, don't rush, and don't get exasperated when things don't go the way you wish they would. They will, with time.

In the meantime, practice! Do studies (from life or photos, not from others' art so you don't accidentally copy other artists' mistakes). Learn how to use shading to convey volume. Practice different light sources. Learn and practice anatomy. Learn about lighting and colors. Try different subjects, styles, genres - experimenting and learning to draw different things is super important! Branching out will not only aid in building your skill-set, but can also help you find what you like.

Keep going and don't give up! You must persevere!

While you're doing that ...

Focus on the journey, not just on the end goal. It is important to enjoy the process for its own sake. This attitude will help with patience and perseverance, and will keep you happy longer.

While you're doing this, don't feel discouraged when things don't turn out the way you want! EVERYONE makes mistakes! And everyone has had to go through a learning process. Just because you don't see others posting things with mistakes doesn't mean they didn't happen. Take mistakes in stride, have a little humor with yourself, and learn from them.

⭐2.b - I USED TO LIKE MY ART, BUT NOT ANYMORE

Usually, when you feel you've hit a wall, when you feel like you're no longer happy with your art, it's right before you begin to improve again, so don't let that feeling make you quit.

What happens is that your brain (your inner art critic) is no longer satisfied with your current work because you've seen things you like better, and, subconsciously, you're going "my work would be better if I could do _." The thing is, once you become aware of what that blank is (which will happen), you'll start working toward achieving it, and you'll be moving forward again.

Sometimes it's helpful to take a short break to clear your mind a little, like when you've been working on a project/paper too long and need a break from it because you can't think anymore. Take a few days, maybe a week or two, but don't quit entirely! In the meantime, you can use your creativity in other media. Try photography, crafts, decorative cooking, anything! Give yourself some time and approach things with a fresh perspective. Give your brain a break from what's bogging you down.

When you come back, you can do three things:

Try again. Sometimes things just "click" after you've taken your focus off of the matter for a while, like how you can better spot errors in an essay after you've laid it down for a day or two, than right after you've finished writing it

Go back and review the basics again. You don't need to spent ages doing this; it's just a refresher. Sometimes, we get hung up on our methods and forget something we once knew we should be doing. A refresher's always good. Personally, I make it a point to go back and briefly review the basics every couple of years.

You can try approaching things in different ways. Experiment! Do things in ways you didn't do them before. Try different types of lighting, coloring, shading, for example. Maybe you'll find something you like better than what you were doing before.

The important thing here is to realize that this sudden dissatisfaction with your work is a GOOD THING! It means you're about to make a leap and get even better! So, embrace it and don't feel discouraged by it!

🌟TYPE 3 - I HAVE IDEAS BUT NO MOTIVATION

This one might be brought on by other things going on in your life, maybe things that are making you feel down. Sometimes, even music or books or whatever used to get you in the mood to do art doesn't work.

Force yourself to draw -ANYTHING- (See TYPE 1 for ideas). This will help jump-start you, and then you can get back to drawing cool things. The same applies to writing - write anything! A poem, a haiku, an anagram. Do a few and you'll get back in the mood. If you do photography, just take your camera and head out. Take pics of ordinary things from different angles; try a type of photography you don't usually do. Don't worry about the results being good. Just focus on doing the thing.

When I've had this type of art block and did these things, I got out of it fairly quickly. When I didn't, and sat it out hoping it would go away on its own, I stopped doing art for five years, and in the process forgot many things I already knew about how to make art. Different people work in different ways, but I do recommend that if you feel this type of art block has been going on for too long, actively do something to try to get out of it, like the examples I mentioned above. You don't want it to drag on long enough to set you back in your progress.

🌟TYPE 4 - I WANT TO DRAW, BUT I'M SCARED MY NEW ART WON'T MEASURE UP TO MY LAST GOOD PIECE

Lastly, I want to address the mental cage that is choking under pressure. You can feel pressured by external sources (other people, social media) and by internal sources (yourself). Sometimes, you might feel like you have to perform at a certain level, and that pressure may make you perform below what you usually do. In worse cases, it may make you freeze and scared to even try! Don't let pressure play you wrong. Breathe deeply a few times and clear your mind… and draw without worrying about it! Just draw!

It's like how, sometimes, doodles on lined paper come out better than things you draw on a white sheet or on a canvas… it's because you're not putting pressure yourself to come up with a masterpiece.

Draw without worrying about how good or bad the outcome will be. If it's not as good as your last piece - nothing bad happens! Honestly! But you know what does happen if you freeze up because you're afraid you won't measure up to your previous works? You will not create equal or even better works at all! So, let go of the pressure, don't worry, and just draw. You WILL make better works; it's natural and makes sense. More practice and time leads to improvement, no matter what level you're improving from. Just give yourself the opportunity to do so!

Let go of pressure and expectations and just draw for the sake of it! You'll do fine.

Yes, it's important to challenge yourself and break out of your comfort zone to learn new skills, but sometimes (like when you're in this type of art block), going with your own personal strengths will give you the morale boost you need to draw again, and then you can keep moving forward and tackle challenges and new things with more confidence.

Believe in yourself! And remember: don't stop or you won't create the next awesome artwork you didn't know you would make, because your future pieces will always be better than your past ones. Don't forget that!

🌟CLOSING

I hope his article can give you some ideas and motivation to help you plow through your art block, whichever type it may be, and you'll be back on your way to creating beautiful works! 💟

~B~

You can find the index to all Art Advice Articles [here]

#art block #art advice #art tips #art help #art resources #artists on tumblr #art #how to #art tutorial

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nonepizzaleftgirl · 5 months

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UTY Captain Martlet AU

[Image Description: Martlet kneeling over golden flowers in the throne room. In her arms is Clover’s corpse, hat covering their face. There is blood on Martlet’s wings as well as on her talons, some of which has gotten on the flowers. Art by @possiblycringe.]

^ Story outlining the events in more detail.

Decided to finally share this AU that's been bouncing around in my head for the last few days! The crux of the Captain Martlet AU is the following: what if Martlet succeeded in killing Clover during that final confrontation and ending their crusade? What if she got hold of Clover's SOUL while her body was rapidly decomposing due to Determination and ready to meld with anything?

In No Mercy, Asgore predicted that Clover's actions would irreperably shatter the relations between humanity and monsterkind forever. What if this came to pass, an entire Underground devastated by the events, with Martlet as their new hero? Asgore would do anything to prevent this happening again, his otherwise inflexible hand forced due to the severity of the situation. A more militarized Royal Guard, with no more need for members who only specialize in Puzzles. Martlet as their new captain, a figurehead for the freedom of Monsterkind, for their perseverence, for the fact that justice will be served against humanity. Yet in reality she'd yearn for nothing more than the simple life that had now passed her by, her more powerful form a constant reminder that she can no longer go back to her peaceful existence.

And all the while, this persistent voice in the forefront of her mind, courtesy of the SOUL within her, pushing her to finish their unfinished deed.

The main facet of interest here are the contrasts present: even though Martlet has been severely pushed by Clover, even if she looks entirely different now, she is still largely the same person on the inside. Someone who would be content making puzzles, helping out around Snowdin, and dozing off on the job. Yet through her apprehension of Clover, she had been forced into an entirely different position. She has responsibilities now, and she is forced to watch the Underground change into a more martial society. In some ways, it's an AU about how empathy can still persist in an Underground stricken by grief, by fear, by loss.

If you have any further questions or anything else about this AU, feel free to comment, put them in the tags, or throw something into my ask box!

#undertale spoilers #undertale yellow spoilers #undertale yellow genocide #undertale yellow no mercy #undertale au #undertale yellow au #undertale fanfiction #undertale yellow fanfiction #martlet #zenith martlet #martlet undertale yellow #clover #clover undertale yellow #undertale #undertale yellow #almost forgot these last 2 tags those are kind of important huh #captain martlet #captain martlet au #zenith of justice

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thesirencult · 6 months

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ASTROLOGY ON : HOW TO FIND YOUR PURPOSE

by @thesirencult

Purpose. A heavy word. Some argue we have a purpose and others that we come here as visitors and our path is not predestined.

I'm one of those that believe we have multiple paths ahead of us and with each choice we make they narrow down. I also would argue that our purpose is more of an inner compass and how we approach things, not what we do.

If someone's purpose is to heal then they can heal others through writing music, by teaching martial arts to abused individuals or by being a doctor.

Through that prism I will be exploring purpose through our chart. This is a general guide and if you want a personal reading just contact me. But I believe this essay can help you connect the dots by yourself !

1. The Big 3

Whatever I analyze as an astrologer I first look at the Sun, Moon and ASC. They are out foundation.

A fiery Moon in Aries, along with A Scorpio Sun and Sagittarius ASC would still gravitate to martian themes and have a fighter/survivor/champion's spirit.

2. Mars

Mars can show what drives us. What we are willing to fight for. We can look at Mars and its location in the chart to see what/who gets us going and how/where.

Mars in Sagittarius in the 2nd house can make you great at multiplying money. You are a great value investor in general and have ethical awareness. A Mars in Scorpio in the 6th will channel that spirit mostly towards physical activities. That person would make a great military figure or a rough trainer pushing people to their limits consistently and teaching others self perseverance.

3. Sagittarius/Jupiter + Pisces/Neptune

Another great indicator for me. Where you are a teacher and where you give without expecting anything back in return.

4. MC

Your highest sense of purpose. What you believe people should work towards. What you invest in. A Leo MC works for glory and pride. It doesn't come out of a place of superficiality, as the ASC is in Scorpio, but from a place of what they place on a pedestal.

4-10 axis can show how we are in the house and what we want to look like on the outside.

5. N.Node + S.Node

South is what you are a master of and North what you strive to master in this lifetime. Their location in the chart can show where you start off and where you are supposed to get to.

A S.Node in Capricorn in the 3rd house shows that a person is very good at mental tasks. They have mastered the Mercurial arts and can use that as their starting point to build up. A Capricorn South Node can also indicate Saturnian themes in early life, of isolation and being "more mature" than our age.

If we experience and accept the lessons we will be moving towards our purpose. Isolation will make us soft on the inside with strong boundaries like a crab. We will love those who share our values and have a philosophical spirit and a free minded attitude.

Our ability to focus on details at first will turn us into great visionaries as we evolve. Great historians, entrepreneurs and strategists exhibit these characteristics.

#astrology #tarot reading #tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #pac reading #level up journey #pick a photo #pick a picture #soulmate #astrology tumblr #astrology tips #astrologer #astro notes #self education #self development #personal improvement

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tartagilasgf · 1 year

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will you forever protect me? even from the darkest entities?

xiao x female reader (she/her pronouns).

warnings: degradation and praise, vaginal fingering, intercourse, dominant xiao, fem reader, foul language, use of cunt and tits, orgasm denial, edging.

‼️FANART isn’t mine, full art credits to the @ in the beautiful artwork‼️

-also can you pretty please like and follow me, and give suggestions in the comments, please! I’ll do anything you suggest fluff, smut, angst is allowed (preferably fluff or smut however!)

-may be a few typos and grammar errors.

-background: xiao is your new bodyguard after you discovered your (now ex) boyfriend had been stalking you and selling pictures of you online. xiao stays at your house, helping to pay rent as he is overpaid by your parents and he’s kinda mean but he wants to protect you and keep you from harm :(

being the oblivious, rebellious girl you are, you’ve been attempting to sneak out, wanting to have a little bit of fun without your strong, looming (and kinda scary) bodyguard, xiao. you had looked towards the shut door before returning your gaze to the large window infront of you, trying to quietly open it, once open you hear familiar footsteps. you quickly turn around and see xiao leaning against the wall behind you, crossed arms and obviously annoyed. he opens his eyes, his cold, amber eyes piercing yours. shit, you’ve been caught.

“xiao, it’s not what it looks like! i.. i was just getting hot in here! i swear!” you defend yourself, wavering your hands infront of you.

he steps closer to you, “someone got a little to adventurous tonight, don’t you agree?” he interrogates you, not believing your obvious lie, before continuing. “It’s winter, it’s cold in here. Besides, i can clearly see your goosebumps. you’re not very discreet, y/n.” he beckons, grabbing your arm and sliding his gloved hand over your goosebumps.

i exhale, looking up at you. “..maybe im not discreet but can you blame me? you’re constantly with me everywhere i go. i don’t need a watchdog looking over my shoulder.” I argue. he steps closer, now directly infront of me.

“don’t you know the dangers of going outside alone, huh? you know damn well your shitty ex is still obsessed with you, don’t think i didn’t see the messages you so desperately tried to hide from me.” xiao waits for your response, knowing you can’t say anything back because he’s right, as always.

i roll my eyes, letting out a frustrated huff, “yeah, whatever. i don’t care.” i wave my hand back and forth, dismissing the topic and walking into the kitchen, clearly showing my exasperation due to your harsh questioning. he follows me into the kitchen, watching my every move. observing me. i pour myself a mug of hot chocolate, feeling your presence behind me, daggers stabbing into my back.

“do you enjoy making me disgruntled?” xiao asks in a cold tone. he steps closer to you from behind, putting his arms onto the counter behind you, which just so happens to be beside your sides, trapping you. *he whispers into my ear, “are you satisfied with exploiting me, because i have quite a strong feeling you secretly like making me frustrated. your perseverance comes through once again, huh?” he wants a answer. no — he demands an answer, yet he doesn’t have to say it because his cold, dominant tone does.

i quietly gasp from the warmth of his voice traveling onto my neck, knowing he’d find out my little secret eventually.. yet i still deny, knowing he currently has me right where he wants me. i stay silent, unsure whether to voice my defensive statements or if i should be truthful with him.

xiao’s brows continue to furrow when you refuse to answer him, one of his arms move to your waist, squeezing it. silently demanding for your answer. the pressure of his gloved hand on your waist makes you bend forward and let out a quiet however noticeable “..fuck.”

after regaining your composure back, you finally speak, giving him an unpleasant answer. “w-what makes you think that?” he chuckles softly, his aura becoming more felt.

“maybe it’s the fact you constantly blush and avoid me when I get ‘too close’ or the fact im occurring frequently in your dreams. i know you want me, ive known it since day 1. you think you’re so complex but you really aren’t that difficult to figure out, agreed?” xiao responds, his amber eyes darkening. his hand grips your waist tighter. “are you done playing games y/n?” he turns you around without warning and makes you face him, pressing his muscular body into yours. he notices your face getting redder each second that passes.

i begin to get flustered, my back hoisting in on itself, legs becoming relatively weak. “what do you want me to say xiao? you want me to tell you i think you’re hot because if you do then I’ll tell you right here and now. i think you’re attractive. are you satisfied or are you gonna keep running that bitch mouth of yours?” my eyes suddenly broaden, realizing what i just said to you. panic displays in my eyes “s-shit! sorry! i swear to god, i didn’t mean it xiao! I’m so—sorry!” but before you can react he lays you down on the counter, pinning your arms above you. he bites his lip, drawing blood.

“hm.. don’t you think it’s rather shameful to talk to an adeptus like that, not only am i your bodyguard but aren’t you forgetting the power i have over weak humans like you?” he says, resentment laced in his voice. your eyes widen more, not knowing xiao was an adeptus you suddenly freeze, connecting the dots. god, you knew he was strong but him being an adeptus never crossed a thought in your mind. you begin apologising profusely before he picks you up and bringing you to your bedroom, sitting you down on the bed infront of him.

“s-seriously xiao! ..i had no idea you were an adeptus, i p-promise!” you whine, dishing out as many apologies as you can possibly think of and babble out. he leans down and pins your wrists to either side of your head, dipping his head and kissing you harshly, making you squirm under him. you whimper into the kiss, feeling your face get hotter when he slips his tongue into your mouth. he puts his knees on both sides of you, deepening the kiss and pulling back when he senses you’re nearly out of breath. “..do you want this?” he asks in a serious tone. you breathe deeply, nodding your head repeatedly, at a loss for words as you overcome with several different emotions.

he nods, and gets off the bed, instead standing infront of it. he squints his eyes for a moment, examining your hot, flustered body. “strip, now.” he demands, his gaze never leaving you.

“o-okay..” you reply nervously, biting your lip in pure anticipation and you begin to take off your shirt, revealing your dark green and teal lingerie set, confirming his thoughts of how you’ve been planning this, waiting for it to finally happen. you slip your cheeky shorts off, waiting for him to say something.

he instead laughs darkly. “it’s such a cute set, i appreciate how you bought my favorite colors. however, would it still look cute shredded on the floor? what do you think y/n, hm?” he questions, a small smirk playing on his wet lips. you blush and nod hesitantly, unsure of which answer is wrong and which one is right. he unbuckles his pants and takes off his shirt, revealing his tattoos, on display for you and you only. leaving his black boxers on, he gets on the bed hovering above you.

he kisses your lips with haste before moving down to your jawline, taking his sweet time. “p-please stop teasing me, xiao.” he smiles, completely ignoring your desperate pleas and continues to mark you, creating reddish-purple marks along your pretty jawline and neck, making you whimper and pout. he moves to your collar bone, one hand holding your arms above you while the other one slips under your pretty bra, playing with your sensitive tit. he smirks, feeling you try to grind your hips in desperation. “such a desperate slut, is that really all you are?” not giving you the courtesy of calling you your name, he degrades you. making your panties pool with arousal. you nod, squeezing your legs together and moan as he plays with your tit, teasing you.

his hand moves to the clasp of the bra, tearing it apart with no difficulty and carelessly throwing it on the floor. you whine as that was an expensive set but hey, there will be others. “it’s okay, pretty. i can always buy you another one.” his mouth lowers onto your tit, alternating between sucking and biting it.

“..a-ah! xiao, fuck me already! ah.. i-im begging you.. please! p-..pretty please!!” you beg miserably, in hopes he’d grant you your greatest wish. he continues to suck until he had enough with teasing you and he gently rubs his fingers over your thinly clothed pussy. you buck your hips furiously, trying to obtain more friction. he scoffs, “stop fuckin’ moving whore. ill touch you when i feel like it, you understand?” he pushes your hips down with his own, slightly rubbing his erect dick against your aching, covered pussy.

you nod, despite your obvious objection to how he’s teasing you. after he had enough of teasing you, he pulls your panties to the side, running his finger from your sensitive bud down to your hymen, making you uncontrollably moan once.

he smirks, “does a little touch really make you jolt that much?” he laughs at you, humiliating you slightly. ”oh god.. you’re soaked. I’ve barely even touched you yet.” he snorts in pure disbelief, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud in circles. your hips pulsate up repeatedly, begging for more. “aah… p-please xiao, i..want y-you.. a-ah..” you beg in desperation once again. The corners of his lips curl up, forming a sinister smile. he takes off his black gloves and then quickly inserts a finger into your dripping pussy, slowly thrusting it in and out. you constantly moan and whine, arching your back for more. he starts going faster adding a third finger. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” a smile plays on his lips, his bright, white fangs showing when he degrades you. you nod your head repeatedly, feeling him curl his fingers, directly hitting your g-spot. “f-fuck! xiao, s-sir! i-im so.. ah.. close! ..shitshitshit!” you babble out, not caring about the embarrassment from your incoherent language. he, with haste pulls his fingers out as soon as you start clenching tightly around his digits, signaling you’re about to orgasm.

you whine, tears forming in your exhausted eyes. eager to cum you beg more, questioning him why he’s edging you and denying you of your wanted orgasm. “x-xiao, please! why won’t you l-let me cum! i-I’ve been good, right? right??” you chant repeatedly, hoping he’ll have a sliver of mercy. your puffy pussy unfortunately clenching around nothing. he laughs before flicking your clitoris twice. “do you remember when you asked me if I’m gonna keep running ‘that bitch mouth of mine’? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t however, considering the fact i already fucked you partially senseless with some foreplay and finger-fucking.” he replies, a cold yet somewhat pitiful tone in his voice.

you frown, “i said i was sorry xiao, i was just.. upset and frustrated and i didn’t like being—cornered, by you may i add..” you admit, honestly. A tinge of sadness in your voice makes xiao become more.. sympathetic and he takes his boxers off, showcasing his painfully erect dick. for a second you seriously wonder if it’s gonna hurt trying to get it into you. he strokes his dick a few times before smearing your precum and arousal onto his tip. “are you.. absolutely sure y/n?” he asks, genuinely wanting your truthful answer. you nod without question, without hesitation.

“ah..this might hurt a bit pretty, okay? but.. i know you can take it, correct?” he aligns his dick with your puffy, needy cunt, and slowly pushes his tip in, giving you some time to adjust to the inhumanely girth. you, cry in pain before your pussy is stretched open from his length.

“y-you can start moving, xiao..” you confirm, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. he nods and slowly pushes most of his length into you, his tip curving into your g-spot slightly, grazing it. you grind your hips up, asking for more. he sees what you’re telling him and he pushes himself in all the way, waiting a moment before thrusting, each thrust picking up his pace, eventually abusing your g-spot mercifully, without stopping.

“f-fuck xiao! s-shitshitshitshit! oh my g—oh my god! im— im c-cumming! ah!” you babble incoherently, mind going blank from your long-needed orgasm. xiao kisses you, effectively shutting you up, silencing you. he reached his own orgasm, pulling out and cumming on your pretty, sore, mark covered abdomen. he pants, taking a moment to come down from his high. he gently kisses your cheek and wiping you with a clean, grey cloth and rubbing the tears from pleasure off of your face.

“you did good, i didn’t know a mere mortal like you could last that long, huh.” he somehow compliments and degrades you in a single sentence, but who are you to complain…

After all, as your bodyguard he had sworn to always protect you, even from the darkest entities.

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vexation-816 · 19 days

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Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Byxell. I know this is you but I gonna still answer this question notheless.

Anyways my opinion on my mutuals. Well where do I start?

@rabid-mercenary16

Firstly, there's the 'Greyscale Jester' Rabid. One of the first people that Ive interacted on here. She's a comedic, funny, creative, and an enjoyable person to talk to in general. When I first started on here I didn't think I would get noticed with my art but I started drawing out her characters and her and Glitchy being one of the first people to like my stuff. In the beginning I was honestly happy that people were liking the stuff I posted and shared on here. She and the others are just a big reminder to me of how I matter and just a funny person to be around I really to the bottom of my heart appreciate them for that. You're an amazing person Rabid. Don't you ever forget that.

@moshieee

Secondly, there's the adhd buddy of mine Moshie. Who cannot like this lovable person. They're one of the second traditional artists that Ive interacted with on here and Ive just enjoyed interacting with them for this entire time. They're an absolute funny, creative and amazing person to talk to in general. Ever since we started to talk more we'd just be rambling about our characters and ideas for hours and I just love their personality overall and they've just been an inspiration for me to keep going. You're an amazing person Moshie. Don't you ever forget that.

@bunnybunnsowo

Thirdly, there's the fluffy bunny friend Bun. He's a funny and creative person to talk about ideas with and they're just funny in general. I haven't talked to them until I started doing stuff for the Mafia AU and when I first talked with them they seemed like a very kind and lovable person to talk to and Im just glad that Ive been able to be friends with them and talk with them. Your amazing Bun. Don't you ever forget that.

@unfunnyaceartist

Next there's the cuphead fanatic Ace. I honestly haven't talked to her as much but she's honestly a very nice and funny person. She's very creative with what she does and they are just an amazing person to talk to in general. She's a very comedic person to talk to about Cuphead and other topics about the game. You matter Ace and don't you ever forget that.

@bixell-pixell

Next there's the robotic pal Bixell. They're a pretty creative and chill person in general. She's pretty funny and creative when it comes to the stuff that they do. Ive done 3D Modeling in the past and Im glad I found another person that takes interest in modeling. Overall they're a cool and funny person to talk to and Im glad that Im able to talk to them.

@dia-smthidk

Now we have 'The Prince' Dia. He's a pretty comedic person to talk with and they're just very creative in general. I remember that they were one of the first few people Ive started to interact with and their AU and they are just a funny person to talk to. Even when the mood is brought down they always manage to persevere. You're an amazing person Dia. Don't forget that. Make sure to take care of yourself.

@lilithloves-you

Now we catch up to Lilith. I honestly never had the chance to talk to Lilith but from what Ive seen she's a pretty nice and funny person to talk to in general. Im sorry if there's barely anything here I just haven't been able to talk to ya but your a very amazing and creative individual and don't forget that.

@glitchyk

Im not sure if Glitch will see this but I will type one out for them anyways. She is honestly a funny, creative, nice, and overall just an amazing person in general. They were always that little voice of motivation that just encouraged me to continue with traditional art and were just there for me whenever I was having a bad day or down to my lowest. I honestly do miss them to the bottom of my heart and I hope they are doing well at the moment.

@neptunestoast

Lastly, we have the Blob, Neptune. Ive seen them around here a few times before but never gotten a chance to talk to them. But when they got invited to the Sona Mafia server they are just a wholesome, funny and creative person to talk to. When I first saw their art style I was shocked on how good it was and was just thinking 'Why is this individual so underrated?!?" But still Neptune your an amazing person dude. Don't forget that.

Im sorry if some of my writing seems repetitive. Im not the best writer out there but I genuinely mean it when I say that you all are amazing people and Im just happy that I got to be able to interact with ya'll.

To the bottom of my heart. Thank you guys for just liking the stuff Ive done and just being like rays of hope and inspiration throughout my time on here. I appreciate you guys. I really do.

#I love my friends y'all #They honestly just make my day feel better

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cleolinda · 1 month

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Weekend links, March 31, 2024

My posts

Easter is a big day in my family because I have a young nephew and my mom has always loved putting together Easter baskets. She asked him if he thought he’d been good enough for the Easter Bunny to visit him. “I don’t have to be good, Grandma!” he said patiently. “He’s not Santa.” Me, I’m hoping to get a visit from the Easter Wolf. At any rate, this week on my end was mostly Hot Lady reblogs while I was out at the garden shop (fresh pictures next week).

Reblogs of interest

All the Hot Vintage Lady Round 2 polls are up! I have gone in hard for Ava Gardner, and the people-pleaser in me hates upsetting Jean Seberg fans, but I can’t put on the jersey and then not fight when the numbers are this close.

Round 3 starts Saturday, April 6th! It won’t get any easier!!

“dual propaganda: Dolores del Río and Marlene Dietrich being pals (who are gals) masterpost”

The voters’ ages are breaking down about the way I expected.

Unrelated to the bracket:

These are the climate grannies: “They have the generational wisdom, environmental activism experience, free time — and they're not afraid of getting arrested.”

An Alabama state house seat flipping blue is a great lesson about voting in general, but AL conservatives wrought this “BUT WAIT WHAT ABOUT IVF” splinter issue themselves and I’m cackling that it’s bitten them this hard.

Meanwhile, my tiny AL liberal-arts alma mater is closing and I’m furious.

Mike Flanagan: “If Netflix had released a blu-ray set for Midnight Mass, this is the blurb I’d want on the cover”

Gothic book cover heroines (I have a whole pinboard of these around here somewhere)

I will make a cheesy glittery Neocities page the hot second I can think of something to put on it.

Put Baby In Mimic Mouth. no problems ever in mimmic mouth because good Shape and Support for baby neck weak of big baby head.

A pun so perfectly calibrated that I had to go lie down for a moment

SPOSHA (space OSHA)

Several species just vibing on branches

Please accept this bunny’s wink @ u.

Video

1) I did not realize that Bette Davis was still alive when “Bette Davis Eyes” hit it big, and that she hung the gold and platinum records on her wall! 2) I was last week years old when I realized that the line was “Her hair is Harlow gold” and not “hollow gold.”

This is a video featuring shrimp on a carousel, and you have to turn the music on

This cat has a water dance

This is what happens when a bubble freezes

The sacred texts

with faith and perseverance, one day we will sauté the horrors

Personal tag of the week

Honestly, I don’t have anything this week that isn’t vintage movie stars in some form.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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After reading the manga Twisted Wonderland something make me feel odd, some theories about Twisted Wonderland with Undertale ideas, Yuuken and Riddle is opposite, Riddle could represent WRATH of 7 deadly sins, there’s a thing call 7 virtues, the 7 virtues is the opposite of 7 deadly sins, the opposite of WRATH is PATIENCE which very make sense for Yuuken, next is Yuuka she is tough, Savanaclaw try to sabotage other players which is very coward, the opposite of coward is BRAVERY, the next Yuu could be perseverance, now each arc have new Yuu make me think the last Yuu could be determination, what do you think

I’ve seen multiple people point out that the two Yuus so far seem to be “opposite” personalities to Riddle and Leona respectively. I think the idea here is that by being the opposite of the OB boy, they “mirror” them as their foil and have the capacity to “show them the way”. The Yuu tends to have whatever the OB boy lacks. In that sense, I really like this idea (as it continues TWST’s themes of “mirrors” and gives us fun new dynamics)—but I actually don’t think the manga!Yuus so far have personalities that are super different from each other??? They both seem to be stoic and serious athletes with deadpan humor. I guess Yuuka is a little more proactive and “go-getting” of the two while Yuuken is more reserved and keeping to himself? But the change is still so very slight that they still read as basically the same to me sometimes 💦 It could honestly be because the Episode of Savanaclaw is still ongoing, so I don’t have a complete picture of Yuuka yet. I suspect she’ll have much more time showcase her strengths and square off against Leona in the climax, so I’ll reserve my judgement.

I’ve also seen many people make the seven deadly sins parallel, although there is some debate about which dorm leader matches with each sin. For example, Riddle for wrath. However, there isn’t a very overt OB boy to assign to like… lust unless you stretch or really expand on the definition. Like, you could argue Jamil “lusts” to be seen, but you can just as easily argue that Vil and Leona “lust” for recognition too. For other boys, it could be argued they fit multiple sins, or multiple boys fit in the same sin. It’s not a concrete, all-or-nothing thing. Then there are really complicated cases like Idia, which… doesn’t seem to fit anything, man’s just dealing with grief. The same goes for Malleus, I don’t know if I can classify his loneliness and desperation under one all-encompassing sin. If I remember correctly (?), there’s also debate surrounding the existence of other sins (some categorize cowardice as the 8th, others classify cowardice under sloth, the virtues are not always translated the same, etc), and I don’t care to get into all of that.

To summarize: yes, I do think each manga!Yuu is meant to be a character with which to contrast to the OB boy of the particular episode they star in. I don’t think each Yuu and OB boy pairing is meant to be 1:1 reflective of the seven deadly sins (which seem way too broad to squeeze some of their complex backstories and desires into), but I do like the concept/central motif or theme of “seven deadly sins” for TWST fan art and fanfiction.

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navarresimp · 27 days

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I'm a big fan of your SMT 4 Apocalypse art... not gonna lie I've become a fan of Asahi/Toki because of it. You have any headcanons to share for the pair?

First of all I’m so glad to hear that you like my art and that the tosahi proaganda is spreading like a virus.

Second of all! Absolutely! I like to think they’re absolutely an introvert/extrovert kinda couple. Toki is very unsure in social situations (as hinted at by some dialogue in the game), mainly due to her sheltered upbringing in the Ring of Gaia and almost no contact to kids her age. She is however very street smart and knows her business in combat. Asahi is like the complete opposite, being raised in a bar and constantly being around other people and having a mainly intact family, she is quite open to other people and knows her way around making new friends and sussing other people out, but holds herself back in combat.

Toki is super clingy when it comes to her girlfriend, often standing wordlessly next to her and even glaring at anyone (often not even intentionally) who interacts with her. Whenever she catches anyone being rude to Asahi while she’s working, Toki will throw them out. During the start of their relationship she often wore Asahis clothes until she later bought her own drip(leaving the Ring of Gaia she basically had to leave her belongings there). Toki loves listening to Asahi ramble no matter what (often about bar stuff and hunter quests). If creepypastas are a thing in Tokyo in 2038, you know Tokis knee deep in that slenderman lore, she has some serious wierdgirl vibes.

Asahi admires Tokis strength and perseverance. She’s a big fan of PDA, worrying about it being too much for her girlfriend sometimes, Toki assures her doesn’t bother her. Asahi loves doing Tokis hair and makeup, often styling it in new and creative ways. Asahi often indulges in creative and sometimes childish things, which Toki doesn’t really care for much, but she just likes spending time with her. Asahi doesn’t like to admit this, but above everything else, the kinshicho hunter association is her top priority. She will do anything to keep her dads legacy going. If she has to work overtime she does cancel dates, which does sometimes cause conflict between the two of them.

Their favorite date spot is the fairy forest, where they go on walks and just enjoy the peace and quiet admitst the battlefield that is Tokyo. Asahi sometimes sneaks leftovers from the Kinshicho hunter association so they can Picknick at the lake deep in the forest (Asahi keeps forgetting the shadow riddle required to get there, but toki got it memorized since day one).

I hope this is enough headaches for now! This started off as more of a crackship back then but honestly they would work so good as a couple! ALSO THEY ARE LITERALLY RED AND BLUE! THE SHIP COLORS EVER

#smt iv #smt iv apocalypse #shin megami tensei #shin megami tensei iv #shin megami tensei iv apocalypse #tosahi #toki smt #smt asahi

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afandomdreamerwrites · 2 years

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For @aguilaguerrera10, I’m so sorry for making you wait this long. But here is the first part of your request. I hope you enjoy it.

TW: ANGST, ABANDONMENT, FEELS, EMOTIONAL. (it's about to be 3 AM as I write this. I'm braindead atm) if there is anything here that triggers you that I didn't mention, please let me know.

[Art found on Zerochan and it's made by: Smileaotic1]

Between the two of you, you are the runt.

Your brother had taken almost all of your energy at birth, leaving you weak and frail.

It was unlikely that you were to survive. In Talia’s eyes, that meant you were useless. Ra’s, on the other hand, believed in second chances. He believed that with perseverance and ambition, you would be equal, if not, greater than your brother!

That didn’t matter to Talia. Why waste all that time and energy, if you were going to die anyway? Ultimately, the choice was hers.

She left you in an alley on a cold, dark, rainy night in nothing but a dirty, old box.

Alone to cry, alone to die…

Only a few nights after, maybe less, someone heard your cries and searched you out.

A man decked out in a leather, brown jacket, combat boots, and military pants with straps, and holsters wrapped around his legs. A red symbol of a bat is plastered across his chest and his red helmet with angry, pupil-less eyes gave a menacing aura, giving a face to fear for those sorry criminals who knew him.

You weren’t fazed by the intimidating gaze the helmet gave off; you were hungry, you were thirsty, so very cold, and your loud cries had turned hoarse and quiet.

Jason removed his leather jacket, picking you up and wrapping your tiny body with it.

Anger bubbled inside him - what kind of monster leaves a child, a baby, to die out here? A slow, agonizing death of starvation?

The vigilante bounces you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, and shielding you from the rain as he walks out of the dingy, dark alleyway where he and you were once in.

Originally, he was gonna place you in an orphanage. Jason wasn't fit to be a father, he doesn't believe so. Unfortunately, there aren't any orphanages nearby - none that he could trust, at least. So he kept you at his apartment for a few days.

During those few days, Jason had to learn a thing or two about taking care of a baby. He knew the basic necessities - diapers, blankets, wipes - but things like finding the right formula, baby-proofing his apartment, and strollers are things that Jason has no idea about.

He remembered carrying you in his arms swaddled in whatever blankets he could find around his home to his nearest grocery store. Jason was unsure, lost, and understandably, nervous. Carrying a baby to the store was very foreign to him, at the same time, natural. With the help of a few kind samaritans and some nice neighbors though, Jason was able to get through it smoothly.

You were a very happy baby anyway. A curious one at that.

Your eyes would wander everywhere and anywhere. You always wanted to see what’s going on, you always wanted to know what’s going on.

One time, Jason had come back from a very rough night of patrol. You were fast asleep in your crib, that is, until the door to you and his shared bedroom opened.

You had slowly opened your eyes as Jason tiredly and grumpily took off all his gear, throwing them to the side without care. You watch as Jason sits on the edge of his bed, seemingly staring at nothing as he sighs.

You were only a few months old at the time, and you didn’t hesitate to babble out your nightly greetings, making yourself known to Jason.

Jason looked over at you, before turning back and sighing, then standing up. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He walks over to your crib where you smile happily and excitedly mumble gibberish.

Jason couldn’t help but smile as well.

He had to admit it. You are a pretty cute kid. Your radiant smile was just too contagious.

He picked you up then laid on his bed with you resting on his chest. You continued to smile and babble on, almost as if asking about his day. Jason chuckled and simply nodded to whatever you were saying. “Yeah.. I had a pretty rough day..”

Your little conversation continued, until he heard a crash below that frightened you. Loud shouting and yelling resumes afterwards, and before Jason knows it, you start whimpering. Jason never liked it when you cried, he found. It ignited something in him, an almost feral protectiveness over you.

He tried to comfort you by patting your bum and hushing you. “It’s alright, kid.. I’m here.”

But the noises never stopped. It only dragged on with more crashes, more shouting, more yelling. It was so loud, Jason is sure he isn’t the only one that’s hearing it.

For you, it got to be too much and so you whimpered, and gripped his tank top. “Dada..”

Jason stops and looks down at you. “What?”

You nuzzle your head into his tank top in hopes you could either block out the noises or hide in Jason’s arms. “Dada..”

Something erupted in Jason that day. He isn’t sure how to describe it. Like a spark that fired something up in him.

Jason remembered putting back on his gear for a moment and going straight down to where the noises were coming from. You were swaddled in a red blanket, nuzzled to his chest as he held you close.

He barged into that apartment and found a couple fighting.

For what reason? He didn't know, and he didn’t care.

He aimed his pistol at them, and it was all it took for them to go silent.

“Would you kindly shut the fuck up?” He demands coldly.

“There are children in this building.”

From that day on, Jason promised you he would never leave your side. He promised to forever be with you and never leave you alone like he had been his whole life.

As you grew, your curiosity and happiness grew with you, culminating into great energy with which you ran around the apartment ever since you took your first steps. Your joy was full of childish innocence and naivety, but your curiosity kept you hungry for knowledge thus making you more aware than kids your age.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a gun.”

“What does it do?”

“It shoots and kills people.”

“...Can I touch it?”

“No.”

At first, Jason thought you wanted to know the basic things that all kids your age wanted to know - which was true, but you wouldn’t ask the typical questions he expected.

“Why is he in cuffs?”

“Because he murdered his family.”

“Why did he do that?”

“...”

“Because he’s a sick man, Angel…”

Jason slowly started to realize you had a morbid sense of curiosity. It came natural to you.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Why do men eat other men?”

“Because they get off on it.”

“Why?”

“...”

On one hand, he’s proud of your desire to know everything. On the other hand, he’s worried that your curiosity can lead you to doing things that could get you into trouble, dangerous things.

God forbid he’ll ever let that happen. So Jason would try to be upfront with you about it. Sure, it isn’t something young kids should know, but it’s better that he tells you the reality instead of sugar coating it and letting you find out for yourself. Plus, if it does scare you, it keeps you by his side at all times - it’s win-win for him.

Around ten years old, you wanted to join Jason on his nightly patrols.

He outright rejected you. You weren’t too happy about it, of course, he expected this. But he’ll be damned if he puts you in danger - there was no way he was gonna let some fuck-up criminal come anywhere near his baby girl. If he touches them, Jason, for sure, will see red.

But this is Jason. You were raised by him, and although you went along with whatever he told you to do, whatever warnings he gave to you - you weren’t going to go along this time.

You needed to know what it was like - the vigilante life!

A few failed attempts to keep you from home was all it took before Jason gave up and decided ‘fuck it.’ “If you insist on doing this with me, then I’m going to train you how to work with me.”

And train you, he did.

Jason taught you boxing, karate, taekwondo. He was ruthless in his training, often you came home, bruised and exhausted. He’d wake you up early to teach you basic defense skills and sharpen your reflexes. He’d test you on your ability to take down a knife, to incapacitate someone, to pin someone to the floor.

All of it was tiring, but you were persistent, and so desperate to know that it ended up becoming your goal to become another hero for the people of Gotham City.

By the time you were twelve, you became the new sidekick to Red Hood, going under the alter ego - Scarlet.

You mostly stayed on the sidelines, acting as more of a scout for sneaking into buildings and looking for any possible evidence, ways for Jason to get in, overhearing any juicy drug plans ect.

You were kept away from combat, rarely ever getting into fights, Jason made sure of that.

You didn’t mind. The entire experience of hearing and watching all the interesting crime scenes, the investigations, and the cool ways your father took down thugs - all of it was so thrilling and exciting to you!

Jason, however, was paranoid. It was always a risk to send you in by yourself, and sometimes his fear would become too much, and he just decides to keep you on the look-out. Good thing though is that you were a good kid. You listen to your father most of the time, and rarely get yourself into danger. Everything seemed normal, in your own ways.

Then Jason met your grandfather.

He learned of your existence, your birth, your father, and most of all, the parent who abandoned you - Talia.

Jason has some ‘history’ with that woman, and he isn’t really fond of her, but now.

Oh, now he despises her.

Ra’s was hoping to take you back, raise you under his wing and become part of his League of Assassins.

Jason won’t have it. This man allowed his own granddaughter to be left for dead and now he expects to have her back as if he didn’t let you be killed?

“That kid is mine.” Jason spat.

“She’s not yours. She never was and never will be.” Jason turns his back on Ra’s, beginning to walk away as the man watches him blankly.

“And if you or any of your little posse come anywhere near my girl. I’ll make sure every single one of you is buried six feet under.”

And with that, he left.

He never mentioned it to you, but little did he know, you had heard his conversation with Ra’s.

You heard everything.

Did that change anything? No.

Jason is still your dad, you were his little girl and you two love each other very much.

You guys are family, no matter what.

And speaking of family, you met your father…

[DISCLAIMER: This work and any other works I do is purely fiction and fantasy. I do NOT condone any behaviors like this or other yandere behaviors in real life. If you experience something like this, I strongly advise you get help. Again, this work is purely fantasy and should not be done or supported in real life.]

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web of wyrd: the root chakra

the numbers we are focusing on today are based on the red bubbled numbers in the web then the sum of the two equal your emotional number - ex: as you see above and in previous charts, my energetic number is 21 and my physical number 2. so to get the emotional number i have to sum the two: 21 + 2 -> 23. recall that numbers must be summed a second time if they total 23 (i.e. 2 + 3 → 5) and above.

but what does this number mean?

the first chakra set we are examining is the root chakra (muladhara); it signifies how well we survive/persevere, our stability/foundation, our ancestry, and how grounded we are. it governs the bare basics of human existence. bodily it governs our urinary tract, genitalia, large intestine, tailbone, sacrum, hips, legs, feet, bones, teeth, etc.

so let's talk about some examples:

2 - the high priestess

a physical muladhara 2 might be the type of person who looks timeless like they can be both younger than they are and older than they are. often they will hear the phase "old soul in a young body." often these individuals are rather attractive. they are governed by the moon - they may have a lot of feminine aspects to their body - mainly they are likely to have very womanly hips. these people tend to "feel it in their bones" when something is off. they are also not the type to show their teeth often; they may look a bit like the priestess in the card - their mouth is set in a bit of a frown. they appear stoic to outsiders and some even look as though they are a statue or a piece of strange artwork. people may really enjoy taking pictures of them or using them as a muse in an art studio because of how still they can be. i feel like these people age very well - they follow the maiden, mother, crone cycle that is expected of a 2.

muladhara energized 2s internally need to look within for guidance. they have a hint of the divine in them that often leads them to be "intuitively inclined"; they are like the physical 2 person - they feel things "in their bones." their intuition communicates with them in a very bodily, whole self way. they might not be birth mothers but they are the universal mother instead (elementary school teacher vibes). they are often more grounded energetically than the average person because of their intuitive gifts - they don't let the waves knock them down.

emotional muladhara 2s often can find hormones heavily influence their attitude - especially as they age. blocked 2s might have a fear of aging or looking too old or too young for their age. many emotional 2s are body conservatives - they aren't very comfortable wearing form fitting clothing. they prefer to leave things to the imagination of others. often these people are the type to shove down their emotions so that they can make it through what they are experiencing - they recognize the emotions, yet they put those emotions aside to remain stoic and levelheaded in their situation.

21 - the world

a physical muladhara 21 tends to age very beautifully - often they go from self-cautious young person to self-confident individual. the world is ruled by saturn, so they frequently "glow up" later in life. modeling might be something these people are interested in - they are that level of beautiful; they often get a lot of recognition from those around them for being so. they differ from 2s in that they are less conservative when it comes to the body. they grow into people who are comfortable sharing their body without judgment or fear of others.

muladhara energized 21s go through obvious stages in life that are meant to help them grow into better human beings. they are often the type that can go through anything and still come out on top - they know how to survive and preserve to say the least. energetically, this is probably the most vulnerable placement for 21 to be. the lady of the world card shows her whole body except for where the root chakra is located (hips, uterine region, genitalia, etc.) so people with 21 energized muladhara placements often do require work on their root chakra.

emotional muladhara 21s aren't about existing; they want to live and thrive - they don't like the bare minimum from life. they often overcome a lot of situations where they feel they lacked closure or didn't receive what they thought they would. they learn how to award themselves closure so that they can move on from difficult situations in a healthy manner. they often avoid depressive thinking by acknowledging that there is so much yet to come. they also become very emotionally mature at a young age and can often be cheerleaders for those around them who are going through difficult times throughout their entire lifetime.

5 - the hierophant

a physical muladhara 5 a person a great doctor and/or physician - they have a solid knowledge surrounding the body and how it works. they can also be "health nuts" these are the supplement and herbal gurus, who recognize that the body is a temple and often preach to others how they could be taking care of theirs better. these people often have a very strong bone structure - very few break their bones, instead they find themselves often "breaking" other people's bones like a chiropractor or orthopod. though i would like to throw in, they tend to be very rigid and sometimes judgmental of how other treat their health.

muladhara energized 5s feel like the type of people that you can look up to for guidance in a dire situation. they often have a lot of people all at once asking them "well what do we do now?" people trust that they will have the wisest answer on how they can best move forward. they have a very traditional vibe that makes me think of people who you see as being old-fashioned or they look like they are from a different point in time like those that wear a lot of vintage pieces. their aura just makes them feel unyielding and stable; as though they will always be themselves no matter how much time passes.

emotional muladhara 5s often feel as though they are delayed in life when there is a block on this chakra - they may feel like they are constantly trying to meet milestones and keep up with others. a big lesson for them is to realize that though they feel behind, being behind is kind of the best because they can see others make mistakes and gain wisdom that way. being in the back/behind means you see everything in front of you anyway. they often learn better coping skills / survival skills because of this set up. emotionally they can seem pretty "lizard brained" in emergency situations - "survival of the fittest" for sure. sometimes though they might bottle up too many feelings and seem closed off to others emotionally. it might seem like they are disinterested or apathetic to other people's situations, though many people come to them when they are at their emotional lowest.

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Security - Chapter 58: The Armor

summary: When Din’s called into duty to save a foundling, Astra stays behind to protect their children, though an adventure of her own awaits her.

warnings: insinuations of sex, light angst, canon-typical violence, fluff

rating: M

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chapter 58: the armor

Life with the covert is exactly what Astra would’ve expected from the greatest warriors in the galaxy. Their days are spent training on the shore, with constant sparring matches and other types of training drills. At night, everyone goes their separate ways for a meal, using the time to prepare for the next day’s activities. Din’s told Astra that this isn’t much different from the life they used to have in the tunnels of Nevarro, though now, they’re even more focused on survival.

Astra muses on this as she sits beside Grogu and Zora on the sandy shore. They’ve both taken a fascination with a cluster of rocks. Astra smiles at their innocent curiosity and turns her head to see Din still standing many strides away with his focus on the foundlings’ training.

It hasn’t been long at all since they returned to the covert. Astra can still feel the lovely ache of their first night, one that lingers as much as the fading lines of art she drew upon her husband’s back and the mark his sweet lips left upon her neck. It’s the first time in a long time that she’s felt at peace with her entire family together and no other quests or shadows looming over them.

Then, Astra sees the hilt of the Darksaber on Din’s belt catch the light. She grimaces and turns back to Zora and Grogu.

Astra wants so badly to believe that this is the home where they’ll stay indefinitely, but she can’t convince herself of it. The covert isn’t meant to live like this, and with the legendary sword Din possesses, he might just have the power to change things. But that’s not the role Din wants; If anything, it’s exactly what their newest ally had once wanted. All Astra knows is that Din will do whatever it takes to make a better life for his family and his people.

And that means yet another quest could be right around the corner.

Astra’s pulled from her thoughts by the sound of Din’s boots on the sand as he approaches them. She turns and watches him kneel between Astra and their children. Din tends to her first, one of his gloved hands taking a hold of her chin and easing her forehead to meet his helmet.

“Something on your mind?” Din asks, his modulated voice soft. She doesn’t need to see his gaze to know it’s searching her own.

Astra offers him a smile. “Not much,” she insists. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Din nods, brushing his thumb over her lip before he turns to their children. “What are you two up to?”

Zora takes a few excited breaths and points to a rock—a moving rock. “Papa, luh!”

“I see it, Zozo!” Din assures her with excitement of his own that he displays just for her. “Did you find a little sea creature?”

“Gogu!” Zora says as she points at her brother.

“You found it, Grogu?” Din asks their son. Grogu coos in the affirmative. Astra chuckles to herself as Din pats his head. “Very good.” Din pauses and gestures to one of the little creatures in Grogu’s hand. “You’ve got to leave them alone now, buddy. It’s time you learn with the other foundlings.”

Astra wrinkles her brow at Din’s words. Before she can say anything, Din’s already picking up Grogu and standing back to his full height.

“Playtime’s over,” Din announces. He nods at Grogu. “I’m gonna need you to focus.”

Astra reaches for their confused daughter and picks her up as she also stands to her feet. “Are you sure he’s ready for that?” Astra asks Din in a low voice.

Din looks at Astra as he starts to lead them towards the training. “You’ve seen what he can do,” Din reminds her. “He’s ready.” Din glances down at Grogu. “His size doesn’t matter. He can persevere.”

Astra takes a deep breath and nods, willing herself to have the same faith in Grogu that her husband does. Zora lets out an anxious coo and Astra gives her forehead a kiss. She can’t be a worried mother forever. Their children are meant to grow and become warriors just like the foundlings who finish a training match in front of her. She just has to trust Din and the way he’ll oversee their children’s training step-by-step, starting with Grogu.

Din stops and sets Grogu on the ground as the foundlings in front of them finish their fight. One of them, his helmet painted blue, manages to throw the other onto the ground just before the judge deems them, “Winner!” Astra looks at Grogu and watches his ears rise and fall.

Astra’s worries start to get the best of her again. Before she can voice them, Bo-Katan makes her approach and asks the same thing. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bo questions, her voice low as she joins them at Astra’s side.

“It was his idea,” Astra insists, gesturing with her head to Din.

Din huffs and sets a hand on Astra’s back. “If he’s ever to rise from foundling to apprentice,” Din explains, “he must learn.” He sets his weight on his lip and waves at the Mandalorian from before. “Judge!” The orange-painted Mandalorian makes his way back over to them. Din gestures to Grogu. “He challenges.”

The judge takes one quick look at Grogu. “He is too small,” he observes.

“I am his ward,” Din insists. “Proceed.”

Grogu coos as he looks upon his opponent. Astra resists the urge to give Din a dubious look as the judge continues. “What weapon?”

Din nods at the other foundling. “Let the challenged decide.”

Astra holds Zora close and sighs as she looks upon the foundling. He stands there with his arms crossed in determination. “Darts,” the boy answers.

The judge waves to another Mandalorian. “Bring the training darts,” he commands.

Astra shares a look with Bo-Katan. Bo tilts her helmet at Astra, who shrugs in response. The boy’s voice breaks through their silent exchange. “Why doesn’t he wear a helmet?”

“He is too young to speak the Creed,” Din responds, “and so, too young to wear a helmet.”

The foundling looks between Grogu and Din. “Then he’s too young to fight.”

Astra raises her brow, surprised by the boy’s bold words. Grogu coos in disbelief and turns around to face Din. “‘One does not speak unless one knows,’” Din quotes. “Is that not the Creed?”

“Well, I know,” the foundling mutters.

Din nods at him. “Perhaps this lesson is for you, then.” Astra smiles to herself. The man can’t resist acting like a father even to children who aren’t his own.

The Mandalorian returns with the training darts. He hands them off to the judge, who sets the crate down and opens it. “Fighters, arm yourselves,” the judge commands.

The boy takes his own while Bo-Katan sets a hand on Astra’s shoulder and takes the initiative for Grogu. Astra can just barely make out Bo’s words to him as she secures the darts in place. “Don’t worry,” Bo assures him. “My dad was the same way. He’s just proud of you.”

Astra smiles at Bo’s kind words. Grogu can use all the Mandalorian support he can get. When Astra steals a look at Din, she notices he’s tuned out of their private conversation, his visor instead glancing around as his cuirass rises and falls in a steady breath. Astra begins to wonder if he’s being brought back to his own childhood amongst the Mandalorians.

Bo-Katan stands back at Astra’s side. Astra thanks Bo and she nods in return. Meanwhile, the judge starts to explain the rules. “Each has three darts. You may fire the darts in any order. Each direct hit scores one point. A mark must be visible to score. One round. Highest score wins.”

Grogu turns to look at Din, his lip tucked in uncertainty. Astra’s heart aches for him, though Din’s quick to kneel down to his level. “Squeeze your fist to launch the darts,” Din instructs. Grogu coos and starts to lower his ears. “You’ll be fine.”

Din stands back up to his full level. Bo-Katan gives him an incredulous look. “He doesn’t know how to fire darts?” she questions, her voice hushed.

“He’s got this,” Din insists. “Trust me.”

Astra sighs and looks at Zora. She frowns at her mother and turns to look at Grogu. A smile returns to her lips as she claps her hands together. “Gogu!” Zora cheers. “Go go!”

Grogu’s ears rise on his head at his sister’s cheering. Astra smiles to herself and takes the hint from her daughter. You’ve got this, Grogu.

“Ready,” the judge announces. Both the foundlings nod at him. “Begin!”

Without hesitation, the boy extends his fist and shoots his first dart, hitting Grogu square in the center of his robe.

Astra holds a breath as the judge gestures towards the boy. “Point!”

Grogu turns to look at Din with a doubtful tilt of his head. He coos at his father, who offers a slight wave of his hand. “Don’t look at me. Look at him.” Astra glances at Din and he nods at her. He knows what he’s doing, and it’s likely what his Mandalorian mentor once had to make him do. It doesn’t make it any easier to watch from the side.

“Ready,” the judge calls again. “Begin!”

Yet again, the boy launches a dart quickly and gets a hit on Grogu. Their son coos in disbelief.

“Point!”

Din kneels down to Grogu’s level again. “Grogu, I’ve seen what you can do,” he encourages him. “It’s okay. Show them.”

Both Din and Grogu return to their previous places. Astra holds one of Zora’s tiny hands for comfort. She may still be unfamiliar with Mandalorian customs, but she trusts her husband, and she has faith in their son.

“Ready,” the judge calls one more time. “Begin!”

The boy goes to launch his final dart, but Grogu’s faster. The little one leaps and flips over the boy’s head, earning a surprised “Whoa!” from the foundling. Grogu flips back over as soon as he lands, fully catching the boy off guard before he fires all three darts at once to end the fight.

“Three points,” the judge announces. He points at Grogu. “Winner!”

The gathered crowd starts to applaud. “There you go,” Din praises Grogu.

“Gogu!” Zora joins in.

Bo-Katan looks between Din and Astra. “Did you teach him that?” she asks, impressed.

Din tilts his helmet at her. “Not me.”

“And definitely not me,” Astra adds.

The boy sighs as he walks away from the site of his defeat. Grogu looks at Din with his little chin held high and as Astra steals a look at her husband, she can imagine the way he beams with pride upon their little warrior. “Great job, kid,” Din says, his modulated voice warm with his praise.

“Goo Gogu!” Zora cheers with a few claps of her hands. Din tilts his helmet in admiration of her as Astra smiles with her. “Gogu go!”

“Grogu did it!” Astra adds, kissing her daughter’s temple. Grogu coos and lifts his ears in joy.

That feeling is short-lived. There’s a loud screeching from behind them that causes the entire group to turn in panic. All they can do is watch as a giant raptor flies low and takes the foundling Grogu had just fought in its talons, causing frantic chatter to spread throughout the shore. Astra takes Zora’s head in her hand and hides her little face in her shoulder while Din looks down and makes sure Grogu’s still close and covered. The raptor flies off as the boy screams for help.

Din unholsters his blaster to shoot it, but he’s stopped by Paz. “No blasters,” Paz commands. “It will kill the child.” Din nods and looks to Paz for further instructions. “Follow it to its lair.”

Din turns to Astra and holds her face between his hands. “Stay here and protect the kids,” he instructs. His helmet rests against her forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Astra knows better than to argue with him. When it comes to the safety of any child, there’s no way to talk him out of it. She just nods and squeezes one of his wrists. “Ni kar’tayl—.”

“—Gar darasuum.” Din forces himself to step away as he finishes her phrase. He stays in close pursuit of Paz as he activates his jetpack and follows the creatures, with other Mandalorians trailing.

Astra swallows back her worries for him as she instead focuses on their children. Zora’s whimpering against her shoulder and Astra soothes her with soft coos and a kiss to her head. Astra kneels down to Grogu’s height and runs her fingers along his ear. “It’ll be okay,” Astra assures both of them. “Your father’s gonna help get him back.”

Bo-Katan has since disappeared from Astra’s side, but she’s surprised to find the Armorer kneeling alongside her to help Grogu remove the training darts from his arm. “You did well, Grogu,” the Armorer praises the little one. Grogu coos with delight at her words.

“Thank you for your help,” Astra says, nodding at the Armorer.

The sound of a ship taking off keeps Astra from adding more. She lifts her head to see the Gauntlet following the raptor’s path. The thought of Bo-Katan bringing her ship puts more of Astra’s mind at ease. Din would be much safer within the Gauntlet than he would with just his jetpack. She can only hope that he’ll come to the same realization.

“All right, Grogu,” Astra begins with a soft breath. She gestures to the yellow stains on his robe. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Astra pauses and glances at the Armorer again. “There aren’t more of those creatures, are there?”

The Armorer shakes her helmet. “Not that we have seen.”

Astra nods, smiling with relief as she stands and urges Grogu to follow her. She walks at his pace to the shore where they sat before. Zora’s already taken a new interest in the rock-like creatures as Astra sets her down and focuses on Grogu. Astra dips her hand into the waters and scrubs at Grogu’s robe. “Your father and I are really proud of you,” Astra tells Grogu with a fond smile. His large eyes sparkle as he listens to her. “You followed through with this challenge and you did it with respect.” She grins and kisses his head. “You’re well on your way to becoming an incredible Mandalorian warrior.”

Grogu coos and reaches for one of Astra’s hands. He takes it and hugs her fingers against his cheek, his eyes closing with joyful content. Astra’s chest goes aflame with the warmth of maternal love and lets it last even when Grogu pulls away and joins in his sister’s play.

Astra lets her children distract her while she waits for Din’s return, even playing with them for a while as they toss the sand around and splash in the edge of the water. She only stops when she sees a group of Mandalorians returning from where they’d flown, though they’re on foot now rather than in the air. Astra’s heartbeat settles only when the sun reflects off the silver beskar that stands out from the rest of the group.

Din’s quick in approaching them, allowing Astra to stay near their children as she stands to her feet. She looks behind him for a moment to notice that none of them are with the missing child. “How’d it go?” Astra asks once Din’s standing in front of her.

Din gives his helmet a shake. “Not well,” he answers, his voice low. Astra sets a hand upon his cuirass for comfort. “Our jetpacks ran out of fuel.” He gestures with his helmet to the place from which they arrived. “Bo-Katan’s pursuing them in her ship, though. Hopefully she’ll return with better news.”

Astra can’t help smiling at Din’s protectiveness over the foundling. “I’m sure she will.” She taps his cuirass and glances towards the entrance to the cave. “It looks like the covert’s headed back inside to regroup.”

Din nods. “They’ll probably want a briefing of what’s happened so far.”

It’s hard for Astra to hear the worry in his voice. His thoughts are likely plagued by the what-ifs of it being one of their children who was taken instead of this foundling, or a guilt that Din had let the boy walk away on his own after the fight. She bends down and picks up Zora to hand her off to her father. Zora squeals with delight and nestles herself into his cowl.

“Papa,” Zora says, her voice muffled by the material of his cape. “My Papa.”

Din just presses a gloved hand to the back of her head and leans his helmet against it. Astra takes Grogu in her arms as they walk in silence towards the cave, following their fellow Mandalorians to their place of assembly. Most, if not all, of the children are missing from the room, likely being comforted by the caretakers of the covert. It’s only Zora and Grogu who stay with their parents, listening to Paz fill the covert in on their hopeful plan of action.

When the sound of the Gauntlet returns, the Mandalorians rise from their seats. Din keeps Astra at his side even as he joins Paz at the front of the group, heading outside to receive Bo-Katan’s news. Din keeps Zora, who’s now napping in content, against his shoulder as he, Paz, the Armorer, and Astra lead the group onto the shore to meet Bo-Katan halfway.

“I kept a high altitude and followed it to its lair,” Bo wastes no time reporting to them. She nods with reassurance. “I know how to get there. We should muster up a hunting party and go after him.”

All helmets turn to the Armorer. “Very well,” she agrees. Her visor looks between Din and Paz. “Clan Djarin, Paz Vizsla, and I will help you form a plan.”

Bo-Katan nods once more before she leads the way back towards her ship. Astra looks at Din, but his visor’s focused on the way ahead. She twists her lips and sighs to herself. While she’d be more than happy to help, she’s uncertain that she’ll be of much assistance without the same equipment as the rest of the covert.

They board the Gauntlet and Bo reaches over her controls to pull up schematics. “I scouted where it lives and mapped the location,” she informs them. She turns and points at a holographic diagram. “There.” She walks between the group and gestures to a high peak on the map that’s flashing green. “The nest.”

Din steps around Bo to get closer to the map. He tilts his helmet, minding Zora’s sleeping head. “It flew a long way.”

Bo turns her helmet to look at him. “I will go get him.”

Paz shakes his head in protest. “The mountains are too high. If we use jetpacks, the beast will hear.”

“It would kill the child,” the Armorer agrees. Din shifts his weight in uneasiness. Astra frees a hand from Grogu to set it upon his back.

“These are no higher than the peaks of Kyrimorut,” Bo-Katan insists. “I used to climb them in basic training. I’ll fly to the foothills, scale the rest of the way on foot.”

Astra bites her cheek. Just as she’d thought before, it would be impossible for her to join this mission. But Din’s mind has already been made up. “I’ll join you,” he says.

“Paz Vizsla,” the Armorer begins, “enjoin the Shriek-hawk Training team to accompany you. I will pack extended lariats for your launchers. We must avoid explosives and blasters for the safety of the foundling.”

The group nods in agreement before they disband. Astra looks at Din while they head down the boarding ramp and speaks to him in a quiet voice. “I’ll stay back with the kids,” she tells him. Din tilts his helmet at her, but she manages a genuine smile for him. “Just don’t do anything too reckless while you’re gone, okay?”

Din huffs and brings himself closer to her side. He hesitates before he responds. “I know you want to help.” He stops them on the shore and lifts a hand to the side of her face. Astra leans into his touch. “I told you we wouldn’t have to separate.” He exhales a deep, troubled breath. “I’m sorry.”

Astra shakes her head. “Don’t apologize to me for being a good man.” She sets a hand on his wrist to lower his hand from her face. She laces her fingers with his own. “We’ll be just fine here.” Astra gestures to the Mandalorians who still surround them. “We’ve got a lot of backup if we need it.”

Din nods at her, keeping her hand in his as they walk towards the mouth of the cave. Paz has already made quick work in gathering the Shriek-hawk team to get the mission going as fast as they can. Bo-Katan and the Armorer work together to load any other supplies they might need onto the ship. While both Astra and Din are eager to help, their focus remains on their family for now, especially as Astra sets Grogu on the ground beside her and takes Zora from Din. Thankfully, their daughter remains asleep during the exchange.

Din gestures to the comlink bracelet on Astra’s wrist, one that’s rarely gone in use before. “Comm me if you need me,” Din instructs her. “Okay?”

Astra smiles and nods at him. “Okay.” She sets a hand upon his cuirass. “We’re gonna be just fine, though.” She gestures with her head towards the Gauntlet. “You can focus on the foundling.”

Din returns her nods and sighs. He rests his helmet against Astra’s forehead and shifts his weight between his feet. He doesn’t have to say anything for Astra to know that he’s just as reluctant to leave her as she is to be left behind. “I love you.”

Astra looks deep in his visor, much like the way she used to before she knew how kind his eyes were behind it. “I love you, too.” She gives his cuirass and gentle tap. “We’ll see you soon.”

Din nods once more and lifts a gloved hand to her elbow. He gives it a soft squeeze before he forces himself to step away and join the others on the Gauntlet. Astra stays where she is with Zora tucked into her neck and Grogu standing just beside her boot. Their family watches as Din and the others take off in Bo-Katan’s ship, heading off to an adventure that isn’t theirs to share.

The Armorer stands just a few steps away, her visor also watching the Gauntlet as it fades from view. She turns to look at Grogu as she breaks their silence. “You are too young to join them,” she informs him. Her visor then lifts up to face Astra. “And you are not well-equipped.”

Astra’s gaze falls to her feet as she shares a look with Grogu. He coos and tilts his head at her, as if they’re both seeking the same comfort.

“All in good time,” the Armorer reassures them. She turns and starts to head back towards the cave. “Come, Clan Djarin. If you wish to continue being Mandalorians, there is much work to attend to.”

Astra furrows her brow at her words. She and Grogu exchange a shrug before they follow the Armorer inside. The Armorer leads them into her forge, encouraging them to each take a seat on the wooden stools before she begins to attend to her tools and the beskar she has to work with.

“This is the Forge,” the Armorer formally introduces the space. “It is the heart of Mandalorian culture. Just as we shape the Mandalorian steel, we shape ourselves.”

Astra smiles as she rests her head against Zora’s. “Din has told me of such things.” Her fondness for her husband is evident in her tone.

“I’m certain he has,” the Armorer responds. “He has been taught all these same lessons, starting with this one.” She pauses to pour liquid beskar into a mold before she continues. “We all begin as raw ore. We refine ourselves through trials and adversity.”

The Armorer heats the metal before she tends to the controls on the forge. Holographic diagrams appear of various shapes of armor. She stops and turns to face Astra.

“Astra Djarin,” she begins with a note of pride in her voice. “It is time you earned your own armor.”

Astra’s head lifts from Zora’s as her jaw falls open in surprise. “Is that possible?” The corners of her mouth have already started to arise in an excited grin.

“It is.” The Armorer turns back to her diagrams and begins with a cuirass. “I can craft everything for you aside from a helmet.” She glances at Astra once more. “That would require you to take the Creed.”

Astra nods at her. “I understand.” Her stomach flutters at the mere idea of standing alongside Din in her own suit of armor, at long last able to fight alongside him the way she’s always wanted to. “It would be an honor.”

The Armorer returns her nod. “Din Djarin will train you.” Astra smiles even wider at the thought of it. “Though, I must warn you…” the Armorer pauses and prepares to begin crafting the first piece of armor, “the Forge can reveal weaknesses.”

The Forge begins to come crashing down upon the metal. Astra tightens her jaw and rests her head against Zora’s again, seeking her comfort. Still, with each crash of the Forge comes a ripple in Astra’s memory, each one becoming more and more powerful until she’s overcome with a shadow of darkness she can’t force away.

“My Lady, we must go,” her head guard insists, taking Astra by the wrist in hopes of pulling her away from the transparisteel.

“I won’t, Lumya!” Astra responds, trying to tear her hand away from her guard. “I refuse to leave our people behind!”

“They’re being evacuated,” Lumya reminds her. She has to raise her voice above the sounds of palace staff running around them, whispers and exclamations of terror at the chaos. “You know this. We may not have much more time!”

Astra gives Lumya a sharp look. “Then I’ll be the last one to leave.”

Lumya exhales a tight breath and sets her hands upon Astra’s shoulders. “Our people have just lost two of their leaders, My Lady.” Astra’s gaze falls at her words. “You have lost even more than that.” Lumya gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze. “They do not wish to lose more.”

Astra’s gaze returns to the Mirialan’s. Her green eyes are full of desperation even before she continues.

“I vowed to your parents that I would keep you safe at all costs.” Lumya nods at Astra. “Let me do that.” She gestures with her head to the transparisteel that overlooks the snow-covered city. “Do it for your people. They need a leader.”

Astra composes herself with a breath, her eyes closing as she considers Lumya’s words. When she reopens them, the sight of Lumya is blurred in front of her, but she clears her throat to keep her grief tucked away. It’s with a decisive nod that Astra finally follows Lumya’s command, letting her guard lead her to the ship that awaits in the palace’s hangar. Astra’s already sickened by the horrors of the day, but the idea of her being in luxury while her people flee only worsens it.

“Lumya,” Astra calls for her guard. Lumya stops what she’s doing at the controls to face her. “I need every ship in this fleet to be filled with Arilian people.”

Lumya nods. “Understood, My Lady. I’ll send out a comm—.”

“Including this one.”

Lumya’s eyes widen. “We may not have time.”

Astra sets her jaw in determination. “Then we’d better board them quickly.”

Despite her worries, Lumya obeys Astra’s command. She pilots the ship from the hangar to the port on the surface of the Arilian city, opening the hatch for the fleeing citizens to board. Astra greets each and every one and helps them onto the ship. The worried faces of her people start to blur together, and when they take horrified looks into the sky, Astra can’t bear to follow their gazes. She only redirects the citizens when the ship is filled to the brim, urging them to board the other ships that have fallen alongside her own.

“My Lady, it’s time to go,” Lumya calls to Astra over the worried murmurs of the Arilian people.

Astra gives her a nod. “Everyone hold on,” Astra gives her people the gentle command. A young girl cries from beside her as the ship starts to take off. Astra turns to the girl and her mother, her hand reaching for the girl’s small one. “You’ve been very brave,” Astra tells her with the best smile she can manage. She gives her hand a soft squeeze. “You’re going to be all right.”

The young girl sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of her free hand before she returns Astra’s smile. Astra drops her hand and makes her way to the cockpit, watching the atmosphere of Arilia fade from around her for the very last time. Amidst the stars loom the remnants of what once was Alderaan, blazing pieces of civilization that hurl towards the place Astra calls home.

No longer.

“Where are we headed?” Astra asks Lumya, pushing past the lump in her throat as she views the horrifying destruction.

Lumya offers Astra a reassuring look. “Somewhere they won’t find us,” she assures her, entering jump coordinates before she pulls on the lever to provide Astra with the very last view she’ll ever have of her home.

Grogu’s coo pulls Astra from the memory, his ears lowered in his own concern and distress as his little hand seeks Astra’s. She offers it to him along with a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay, ad’ika,” she assures him. Her brow furrows in worry for him. “Are you?”

Grogu nods, his ears rising more and more as he stays close to Astra. She gives his hand another squeeze, wishing more than anything that she could understand him and talk him through his own difficult memories.

The dive into Astra’s haunting past had taken more time than she’d thought as the Armorer soon stops and faces their family. “Your armor is complete,” she announces. “But given the trials you have no doubt faced in the Forge and the late hour, I urge you to seek rest.” She nods at Astra. “We will help you get suited in the morning.”

Astra returns her nod. “Thank you,” she says, her voice strained in her honest gratitude. “It’s truly nothing short of an honor to be welcomed into your covert in such a way.”

The Armorer gives her helmet a fond tilt. “This is the Way.”

Astra stands with Grogu hopping down to her side. “This is the Way.” She leads their family out of the Forge and through the constructed tunnels to their quarters. It seems much bigger without Din being there with them, though it’s manageable for just one evening. Hopefully, it won’t take longer than that for Din and the other Mandalorians to return.

Zora’s still asleep when Astra puts her and Grogu to bed. Grogu’s exhaustion from his day spent playing, training, and facing the difficulties of the Forge causes him to fall asleep without much effort required. Astra smiles as she looks upon her children, their peace providing her with some of her own. She kisses their heads and rises to leave them for the night, giving them one last look before she pulls their curtain closed.

Astra’s own weariness from the day has started to grow heavy as she enters her bedroom. Din’s shirt is still left here for her, making her smile even before she exchanges it for her clothes. Sleeping with an empty side of the bed is difficult after all these years of having someone there, but it’s a temporary arrangement, and Astra can at least rest in the knowledge that Din isn’t alone.

Astra expects the night to transpire with more vivid and haunting images to her past, but the warmth of Din’s shirt on her figure and the scent of him that lingers on their bed eases her into sleep with peaceful dreams of the love they’ve shared and everything else their future has to offer them.

The next morning, Grogu tries his very best to help Astra with Zora. The absence of her father upsets her for quite a while, though when Astra encourages her to reach out and sense that he’s safe, she becomes more content. It’s a joyful flutter Zora sends to Astra’s own chest, one that she’s certain Din feels, too. Once the children are ready and fed, Astra returns to the Forge, where she finds the Armorer finishing something up near the flames.

“Welcome back, Clan Djarin,” the Armorer greets them. She looks up from her work to face Astra. “Are you ready to wear your armor?”

Astra nods, words failing her at the mere idea of getting to earn the sacred Mandalorian metal. Grogu coos from the pod at her side while Zora looks on in both fascination and confusion.

“You will first require a flight suit.” The Armorer leaves her work to pick up a neatly-folded pile of dark cloth that she hands over to Astra. “Return here when you’re settled.”

Astra accepts it and makes her way back to their quarters to change. She can’t stop smiling at the prospect of it all, especially upon observing that the colors of the flight suit are just the same as Din’s own. It looks bare without the armor attached, yet familiar. It’s a sight Astra’s seen on Din regularly, though it often reminds her of their days spent on the Razor Crest before they exchanged their vows.

When Astra returns to the Forge, the Armorer already has silver pieces of armor set out for her. The Armorer nods in approval before she starts to assist Astra in putting her suit of beskar together, piece-by-piece.

“Your set will not be as elaborate as Din Djarin’s,” the Armorer informs Astra as she works. “We must use the beskar sparingly, and at the time his armor was forged, he had a generous amount to work with.”

“I understand,” Astra assures her. “I’m grateful to receive any at all.”

“You are set with the most functioning pieces,” the Armorer goes on. “A cuirass, two pauldrons, two cuisses, and two vambraces.” Astra almost lets a soft gasp escape her when she notices that her right pauldron bears the symbol of their clan: the mudhorn. She grins to herself and lets the Armorer continue. “Your vambraces contain a blade, a fibercord whip, and a flamethrower.” She turns and picks up one more hefty item. “They will also give you control over this.”

The Armorer turns and reveals a jetpack. Astra stares at it with disbelief.

“Din Djarin will train you in the Rising Phoenix,” the Armorer assures her. She walks around Astra and sets the jetpack upon her back. “He will also teach you how to use the rest of your armor.”

The last thing the Armorer hands Astra is a pair of gloves to complete her suit. She pulls them on and glances down. Silver beskar shines back at her, reminiscent of her husband’s but also unique in its own crafting. Her belt is still as useful as it used to be, holding her blaster and any other supplies she has. The weight of it all will take getting used to, especially that of the jetpack upon her back, but Astra’s confident she’ll be able to make it all work.

At long last, she feels like the Mandalorian everyone keeps telling her she is.

“It’s truly my greatest honor to be wearing this,” Astra tells the Armorer, her voice strained in her sudden emotion. She takes another disbelieving glance at her armor and nods at the Armorer. “Thank you.”

The Armorer returns her nod. “This is the Way.” She turns her attention to Grogu. “There is, however, one more piece of armor for your clan.” She walks back to her work station and picks up a circular piece of beskar. “It is a tradition in our culture for each to donate a small portion of what they earn to the foundlings. It is with these scraps of beskar that I forged your next piece of armor.”

The Armorer kneels down to Grogu’s height and turns the piece of armor around. Just like Astra’s pauldron, it bears the symbol of their clan, the mudhorn taking up nearly the entire surface. Grogu coos in awe while Astra sets a gloved hand upon her cuirass to steady her racing heart.

“Mandalorian steel shall keep you safe as you grow stronger,” the Armorer tells him as she places the beskar over his chainmail. “You will grow into this rondel as you grow into your station, foundling Grogu.”

Astra also kneels down to Grogu’s height and gives his ear a brush. “Look at that, Grogu,” she says with amazement. “We match!”

Grogu coos with delight, nodding at the Armorer with his own gratitude. The Armorer returns the gesture and looks as if she’s about to speak when the sound of a ship approaching creeps its way into the cave. The Armorer rises back to her feet. “The hunting party has returned.” Her visor looks at Astra. “We shall greet them.”

Astra nods and earns a fluttering feeling in her stomach. She’s unsure of how Din will react to seeing her with her armor. It’s a conversation they’ve had many times before, but neither one of them were sure of what the reality would be. All she focuses on is her joy upon being reunited with him, an idea so sweet it triumphs over everything and anything else.

The Armorer leads the way out and Astra takes the pod with her as they follow. Astra smiles when the Gauntlet comes into sight, landing on the shore where other Mandalorians have gathered to await the news of their journey. Astra steadies herself with a deep breath and continues to follow the Armorer as she leads them closer to the Gauntlet. They’re hidden within the crowd of gathered Mandalorians and they stop only when they’ve reached the boarding ramp.

The group watches as the first Mandalorians emerge. It’s Paz Vizsla who escorts the lost foundling, the boy free of any harm. Astra smiles in relief and joins in the celebration of the crowd, hitting her vambraces together in place of applause. She was confident that the group would be able to recover the foundling safely, but to see it confirmed is a consolation.

Astra’s heart launches into her throat when the next person to emerge is Din. She’s even more relieved to see that he’s all right, with no visible new wounds or limps. His visor searches through the crowd and Astra starts to weave herself and the pod through the Mandalorians who stand in between them. As soon as his visor finds her, Din freezes, his entire body going still even as she continues to make her way to him.

“Hey,” Astra greets, her voice soft as she steps in front of Din. He remains where he is, causing Astra’s face to grow warm already. She continues to focus on him as she sets a gloved hand upon his cuirass. “Are you okay?”

Din’s visor gives her an obvious once-over. Astra looks at her hand on his chest in sudden shyness. When he moves, it’s only to lift a hand to the pauldron on her right shoulder. She watches as he brushes his thumb over the mudhorn.

“I know it’ll take some getting used to,” Astra starts to ramble, “for both of us. But the Armorer said you can train me, and hopefully I’m still the quick learner I used to be.”

Din’s visor lingers on the mudhorn for a long moment. It’s with a quick motion that Din’s hand reaches for the back of Astra’s neck to pull her head against his helmet in absolute adoration. Astra beams at him and rests her second hand upon his cuirass for stability. He gives his helmet a gentle shake as he speaks in a rasp meant just for them. “I don’t understand.”

Astra’s brow starts to furrow with concern. Before she can speak on her thoughts, Din continues.

“How do you keep making me fall even more in love with you?”

Astra grins at him, her face now even warmer than before as she shrugs. She’s still not given the proper time to respond as someone else speaks up with excitement from the pod at Astra’s side.

“Papa!” Zora calls for her father. Astra turns to look at their daughter and sees her hands extended towards him.

Din turns his attention away from Astra only to care for their daughter. “Hey, baby girl,” he says as he kneels down to the pod’s level, resting his helmet against her tiny forehead. She giggles and presses a hand against his beskar cheek. “Were you good for your mother while I was away?”

“Mama?” Zora looks at Astra for an answer.

Astra laughs and nods. “Yes. Other than her missing you.” She presses a hand upon Din’s armored shoulder. It sets his attention back on her and his visor gives her another once-over of disbelief. Astra tries to redirect his focus to Grogu. “Someone else got armor today, didn’t you, Grogu?”

Grogu coos and tugs at his robe, showing Din part of the rondel crafted for him. Din gives his helmet a fond tilt and pats Grogu’s head. “Look at that, buddy,” he says, his voice strained much like Astra’s had been. “You earned it. Your mother and I are very proud of you.”

Grogu’s ears rise high on his head at Din’s praise. He babbles a few times, but someone else’s approach draws Din’s focus away from him. One of the Mandalorian caretakers stands beside Din and Astra. “We’re hosting a storytelling session to ease the foundlings and children after yesterday’s events,” the caretaker informs them. She gestures to the pod. “Would your children like to join us?”

Din and Astra look at Grogu and Zora, who both coo in shared interest. Astra smiles and looks at Din, letting him have the final say. He nods at the caretaker. “Sure.” He sets his hand on the edge of the pod and eases it over to the caretaker’s side. “Thank you. Let us know if they need anything.” He tilts his helmet at their children. “Have fun, you two. Be good.”

Zora and Grogu babble at their father, waving before the caretaker takes the pod and rejoins the group of Mandalorian foundlings and children she’s gathered. Astra smiles as she watches them walk off. “That’s sweet of her to do something for them,” she comments.

“It is.” Din sets his gloved hand upon her pauldron. She looks at him and yet again catches his visor looking over her with admiration. He makes a request with a low voice. “May I see you with my own eyes?”

The warmth returns to Astra’s face as she nods. He takes his hand in hers as they make their way towards the cave, setting off to the privacy of their own quarters. She’s used to feeling the material of his leather glove against her hand, but to feel it against her own leather is somehow even more special. They maintain a thoughtful silence as they walk, each sacred word being saved for when they’re alone.

It’s only when they’re tucked in the safety of their bedroom that Din stops them and lifts his hands to his helmet. His brown gaze glitters at Astra even in the dim lighting of the room. He takes his time observing her, setting every inch of her ablaze in the sweetest of flames. Astra’s patient as she waits for him to speak, but he can’t. His eyes meet hers and she can see everything he wants to say in the depths of his sincere gaze.

Yet he still says even more with his actions.

Din’s lips meet Astra’s just as their beskar chests do the same. It’s somehow easy for Din to remove Astra’s jetpack even from where he’s standing in front of her, the equipment being set on the ground before Din gently lays her down. His gloved hands appreciate every new piece of her beskar, though they find their focus on her cuisses as he breathes her in. His lips lavish a thousand praises upon her without him having to say a single word. Astra’s gloved hands find their first mission in mussing his hair, inflicting only the most beautiful kind of pain upon him. Her boots draw him in closer and closer as she indulges in his passionate adoration of her, every piece of her melting at his touch just like the metal that created her suit of armor.

Din only speaks when Astra’s satisfied, his gloved hands lacing with hers to help her sit up once again. He waits until part of her beskar chest has met his own, though her place upon the edge of the bed has caused her chin to rest upon his cuirass as she stares up at him. “Hopefully that spoke for me,” Din says, his tone laced with slight amusement. He bends down to provide her with a kiss that shares in her love.

Astra’s response comes when they pull away. “It did,” she assures him with a love-dazed smile. “It told me that I should leave you speechless more often.”

Din laughs, his gloved hand resting her head more firmly against him. Her cheek presses against the cool metal that covers him and she closes her eyes in content at the feeling. He runs his other hand over her back and speaks in a soft and honest voice. “I feel very honored that I get to train you in this armor. I know you’ll pick up everything very quickly.”

Astra wraps her arms tight around him and keeps them there. “Only because I’ll have a great teacher.”

Din clicks his tongue. “That’s if I don’t get distracted.”

Astra laughs and exhales a gentle breath. Her mind starts to return somewhat to the galaxy around them as she remembers why their children are absent from their quarters. “I’d like to hear about your venture to find the foundling. I’m glad he’s all right.”

Din takes a deep breath of his own. “I am, too. And I’ll tell you. I just…” he pauses, bending down to kiss the top of her head, “I’d like to stay in this moment for a little while longer, if that’s okay.”

Astra beams, her chest fluttering as she nods. “Of course it’s okay.” She pulls herself even closer to him. “I’d like that, too.”

There’s no doubt some heaviness left to unload from Din’s heart at whatever he witnessed on his mission, but for right now, their love can overshadow it. Astra couldn’t have asked for a more perfect way to break in her armor than with the heavy breaths she spent for him and his sweet adoration. She’ll have a lot of ground to cover in her training, but with Din right at her side through it all, she’s confident that there’s nothing she can’t do. Her right shoulder now bears the symbol of their clan and she’s intent on making them proud.

Astra’s not sure when her armor will come in use, though she knows that day will come eventually. The Darksaber’s hilt on Din’s belt resting just underneath her wrist proves that. At least she’s now fully confident that she’ll be ready for it, with both her new beskar and her husband providing her with a security that knows no bounds.

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