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ghetto-omega · 1 month

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‎❀‎✿❀Pup headcanons❀✿❀

One thing about me is if I can make it animalistic, I will. With that being said...

This post was supposed to take me an hour max. Tell me why I started working on this at like 9pm and it is currently 130am and I'm still not done yet 😐👎🏾

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Here's your warning 🌸well formatted long post incoming 🌸

‎‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧

It's considered inhumane to separate a pup from their family before they can scent other people as well as be scented

Pups need a lot more protein than adults do

Normally a litter contains 2-3 pups, but having more or less isn't uncommon, I will say having more than 5 is practically unheard of

As pups grow older they lose a lot of the body language that they used as kids, they don't really need a lot of it as they progress into adulthood

That's not to say people don't keep a few of their childhood quirks though

I think pups in omegaverse tend to do a lot of developmental things earlier than actual children lol things like crawling, walking, etc

For a lot of their childhood they don't have their own scent they just smell like their parents, possibly their entire pack depending on the dynamics, so scenting them doesn't really... Stick

Since omegaverse relies so heavily on non verbal cues, body language, and noises that aren't words, it's important that pups are heavily (but gradually) socialized as early as 10 months

‎‧₊˚✿Newborns✿˚₊‧

Pups aren't born blind but they are born with anosmia (can't smell, poor thang) but overtime the ability gets stronger, and jumpstarts when they get their first heat/rut

Instinctually have body language and noises signalling they don't like something or are unhappy

Newborns sometimes learn to growl before even leaving the hospital

Smell like their parents, don't have a scent of their own

The bigger the litter the smaller the babies tend to be

‎‧₊˚✿Babies✿˚₊‧

Babies sometimes learn to bare their teeth before they smile, which is equally as cute tbh

𑁍 4-6 months

Begin to smell like their pack as well as their parents, but still don't actually have a scent of their own

They bite their parents/packs stuff frequently. Sometimes that means putting someone's favorite book in their mouths or trying their very best to take a big bite out of someone's arm

Normally start crawling by about 5-6months and walking isn't far behind

This is also about the time they start to have very small bits of solid foods, especially things containing soy, or just yogurt is a good choice

𑁍 7-9 months

Will start to get territorial. Will cry if other people are in the house for too long, or throw tantrums if that person touches their parents or a toy, might even start hiding toys from their pack if it's perceived as theirs

Should be somewhat competent at walking by the time 9 months hits, may also start biting and tearing at furniture at this time

This is also a great time to introduce bite sized soft meats

Socializing pups has started to become crucial to development here, meeting people outside of their pack is now becoming important

𑁍 10-12 months

Teething is a pretty bad experience for pups. Sharp teeth piercing gums hurts a lot. Don't be surprised if they already have a couple teeth by this time

Teething may also set back pups from speaking for a while, most people aren't much inclined to talk (or learn how to talk) when their mouth hurts

By this time they probably have a favorite scent or smell. Don't be surprised if it's a food or a perfume that someone in their pack wears. They still can't really smell the scents of the people around them, but scents and pheromones have a lot of sway a pups development

Are yipping and yowling by 12 months, as well as engaging in healthy rough and tumble

Separation anxiety is also to be expected

‎‧₊˚✿Toddlers✿˚₊‧

𑁍 1-3 years

Toddlers sometimes talk later than they should and speak almost exclusively through body language and a few open mouthed sounds so their teeth don't click together

They're probably gonna have over exaggerated body language. Instead of just tilting their head to the side to show curiosity they might practically bend at the waist or throw themselves to the ground entirely

Their nails harden and begin becoming claws, will soon begin to scratch on harder things to experiment with a different type of cause and effect, as well sensory experiences

Beginning playdates with pups around the same age is recommended, as well as giving them a security object of their choice that's heavily scented by their pack

By 3 is using those new claws to dig into whatever possible and climb as high as they can. Pup proofing is a must.

May crouch onto all fours when they run, and may have trouble losing momentum when they go too fast resulting in a lot of falls

Teething should be basically done by now and speaking should be back on track or jumpstarted in a couple months

Territorialness should be calming down. They should stop outwardly objecting to foreign people and objects being in their space

𑁍 4-5 years

Should begin to use more vocal communication beside their spoken and body language (like yipping, yowling, chuffing, and in some instances barking or howling)

Will also repeat sounds or actions that typically belong to omegas, betas, alphas, or all three despite not having matured yet

They should also start copying the motions to scent people, and it is advised to correct them when they do the motions in inappropriate situations

‎‧₊˚✿Children✿˚₊‧

𑁍 6-8 years

So much yipping. When they play. When they're sad. When they're bored. When they're hurt. Especially if they're particularly vocal.

Nose is finally sensitive enough to pick up on natural scents and pheromones. Might start telling you that someone stinks in inappropriate settings

Is just barely beginning to develop their own scent by 7, and is able to scent and be scented by 8

It's very common for pups to play too rough. Playdates ending with a little blood isn't anything to worry about unless it's actually excessive

Pups lick everything and anything possible, especially if it has an odd smell, they should basically be grown out of it by about middle school age tho

‎‧₊˚✿Preteen✿˚₊‧

𑁍 9-12 years

Should start to present somewhere in this time frame.

Their scent should be fully developed by 12.

Should understand scenting and begin to understand the difference between their primary and secondary gender

Physical insecurities are beginning to pop up

Pheromones become more active and passive discussions about scent blockers should begin soon

They'll probably be pretty active, and easily become stir crazy

They should start using words more than vocalisation and purposeful body language

Pups who develop early may get their heats/ruts at this time

Some may begin to start branching away from the pack and subconsciously looking to start another one

‎‧₊˚✿Teenager✿˚₊‧

𑁍 13-18 years

First heat/ruts tend to occur around 13-15 years old

Omegas tend to mature first

Litter mates tend to mature one after the other, sometimes with only days between each other

By this point scent glands and sense of smell should be fully developed

Minor vocalisation will progress into adulthood and any purposefully telegraphed body language should become second nature to them

Many pups display highly aggressive behavior or displeased scents for many of their teen years. Without proper stress relief moodiness and build up in their scent glands is common

this was not meant to be this long but thanks for reading y'all :3 if you see spelling/grammar mistakes uhm.... no you didn't </3

#omegaverse worldbuilding #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse #alpha beta omega #i didnt mean to get so. uhm. specific. my bad guys.#warning i am not an... anthropologist but i AM doing my best if that makes a difference 😭#𑁍shii's verse𑁍#omegaverse headcanons #omegaverse au #i am posting without proof reading don't @ me #a/b/o lifestyle #omegaverse lifestyle

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invalidname19 · 11 months

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Cant wait to watching Spider-Man 2099: Across the Spider-Vers🙏

#man need to be de clawed #de fanged #and de swole #for miles to have a shot 💀#bros has a rana figure tho #all miles got is a pikachu ball of energy released move 🗿#what did miles do bruh 💀#got spider man 2099 roll-playing a wolf and shii #why he on all 4s #got reservations for the movie 🙏#tho #spiderman #spider man 2099 #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman2099 #miguel o'hara

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artificialcaretaker · 2 years

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I dunno how imma do it but one day imma pop up under his bed or somethin and just. Let em know. Make sure he really comprehends it.

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anglosky · 7 months

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: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :

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Hello hello!! I'm happy to be on here, for I always delete this app after a long while for regretting my decision's in fanfic writing, but say no more!! I'm back and I'm happy to announce that I will be officially writing for the interests I say during this introduction!

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◡̈ Call me Anglo

◡̈ I am 18 yrs old

◡̈ my bday is Feb. 8

◡̈ I am transmasc, Asexual, and pansexual

◡̈ i have a loving bf

◡̈ I have a torteshell

◡̈ my favorite color is green

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Ult bg: BTS

Ult gg: Aespa

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:About my blog:

I will write any genre going from romantic, to complete horror!

But, I will most likely write tkl fanfics and angst fanfics.

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This is a safe space for all! ◡̈ I am lgbtq+ friendly!

I usually shorten my posts right after the cut off images. With that being said, !! I DO NOT OWN, NOR DO I TAKE CREDIT FOR ANY OF THE CUT OFF IMAGES I USE FOR MY POSTS !!

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:My personal tags:

#Anglo asks and submissions

#Anglo announcements

#Anglo concepts

#Anglo drabbles

#Anglo fanfics

#Anglo thoughts

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:Who I will write for:

The fun part!!

my masterlist will be at the bottom of this post!!

Green: will write for

Orange: might write for (most likely the ones in orange will change)

Yellow: will only write for if you ask me it.

Red: will not write for

: Kpop groups :

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Ateez (Bias; Jongho)

BTS (bias; Namjoon and Yoongi)

Stray kids (bias; Bangchan)

TxT (Bias; Soobin)

Blackpink

Enhyphen (Bias: Jake)

Monsta X

Aespa (bias; winter)

Enhypen (Bias; Jake)

8turn

All units of NCT (this might change)

BOYNEXTDOOR

Exo

Itzy (this might change)

NewJeans (this might change)

SHINee

Xikers (Bias: Yechan)

:Animes:

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Ace Attorney (will strictly only write for Miles, Phoenix, Gumshoe, Maya and Mia)

Attack on Titan (only a few I will write for)

Demon slayer (All characters)

Free! (Only a few I will write for)

Saiki k (will write for any character)

Haikyuu (All of Karasuno, Kenya, Bout, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Tensou)

Howl's moving castle

Attack on Titan (only a few I will write for though)

Assassination classroom

Angels of Death

:Video games:

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Dbh

Sally Face (Sal, Larry, Ashley, Todd, Travis)

Stardew Valley (strictly just the bachelor's and bachelorettes)

Slime rancher (I have a cute idea for this one)

Undertale

Minecraft

Mario Bros

:Animated Shows:

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Murder Drones

Rise of the tmnt

Spiderman: into the spider-verse

Teenage mutant ninja turtles

The Amazing Digital Circus

Nimona

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Although I am a tkl blog acc, these are the things that I will NOT be writing for:

xReader fics (this might change 🫢)

Forceful tickling (strictly the ones that has the lee crying from being tickled because they don't like it- I don't mess with that shii)

Bondages (the farthest I will go is if I write a concept of someone being stuck, or they are just being held down by someone else.)

Ship content ( I don't mind if you precieve my fanfics as "ship" content, but don't reblog and tag it as such)

sensitive topics (to an extent)

Nsfw writing

If you guys have any suggestions for who I should write for, whether it be a game, show, band group, then please let me know!

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!!My Masterlist!!

Thank you for taking the time to read all of this! I hope you guys have a wonderful day/night!

Take care of yourselves 🫵 and always wish for a good day for tomorrow!

#kpop tickle #anime tickle #introduction #hi!#tickle #fanfic #fanfic writer #anglo thoughts #Anglo drabbles #Anglo asks and submissions

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polluxxtheartist · 7 months

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"My Life" is a hard-hitting rap song about the challenges of growing up in the trenches. The lyrics speak to the pain, the poverty, and the violence that many young people face in these communities. But the song also offers a message of hope, as the artists vow to never give up and to keep fighting for a better life.

The song is driven by a powerful beat and the artists' raw, emotional delivery. The lyrics are full of vivid imagery and clever wordplay, and they paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of life in the trenches.

"My Life" is a powerful and moving song that will resonate with anyone who has ever faced adversity. It is a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope for a better tomorrow.

Lyrics : Hook : I seen they pray for the death of me , In the kitchen still learning the recipe, I promise you won't get the end of me , They get it all they until they all rest in piece , They shii that you saying you cappin it , I grew up with niggas that plot on your salary , The trenches was tough spectacular how we managed to finesse for bag of sum , I seen they pray for the death of me , In the kitchen still learning the recipe, I promise you won't get the end of me , They get it all they until they all rest in piece , They shii that you saying you cappin it , I grew up with niggas that plot on your salary , The trenches was tough spectacular how we managed to finesse for bag of sum

Verse 1 : РОГГЦХХ & SKATE I want my life right out of them trenches , I remember I was down feeling broken , on em benches , I see check after check , main dream is to stack it , I can't kick it if your off your energy ,

My niggas chilling , Flippin dirty skillets , Pull up em glizzeys , Maxed out extensions , Steady running business , From the start to the finish , Taking niggas b!tches , Niggas a'int leave a witness ,

#hiphop #music #rapper #hip hop #money #soundcloud #beats #rich #spotify #favorite songs #SoundCloud

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real-hot-grl-shi · 10 months

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༄✩ hey y'all !!

༄✩ if you're new here, (didn't come from Wattpad) my name is Chloe but u can call me Trezzy :) (don't ask how my butt got the nickname lol)

༄✩ ovi i do art and shii 🤕 i post here almost every day and if i don't, im either on hiatus or schools kicking my ass 🤺

༄✩ most art i do is black luv/poc art cuz i can't draw white people for shit :( my styles are cartoon/a little anime-ish tbh n im tryna get into realism as well :)

༄✩ I write as well, and I will post small oneshots/headcannons of my current/recent hyperfixations (rottmnt, spider man across/into the spider verse, etc.)

༄✩ if you've already heard of me, yk how i do shi 😈 best believe that sum nsfw is gonna be here so i add TW's before it so no one gets on my ass. 🤗

༄✩ pronouns: she/her

༄✩ luv y'all 💕

#rottmnt #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #pink #black love #black art #oneshot #headcanon

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mymiraclebox · 1 year

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What songs do you think would fit the Alpha Duos? Personally, the only song I've come up with is Everybody Dies by Billie Eilish for Vitaa and Shii, due to it correlating so much with the Being Duo.

Of Monsters and Men - Little Talks - Cycle Duo

I'm not particularly sure why this song makes me think of Tikki and Plagg, but it always does. Maybe its the idea of them representing pure opposite concepts but them still being so close all the same? I also think about all the holders they must have had through the years, resulting in times where they were apart or even fighting each other, but also coming back together in the end. With the last verse I picture it being when their Miraculouses are destroyed and their time on Earth is over, and then the chorus being them reuniting in the spiritual realm to explore the universe once more.

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Pink - Just Give Me A Reason - Balance Duo

I think this song perfectly describes the divide Graay and Prrysm will feel during the plot of my AU. The two feeling so far away from each yet still so connected and not wanting anything to happen to their bond. The two being pushed so far to the edge, but still caring so much about the other that they would do anything for each other. The fact that its a romance song fits really nicely as well, because I see Graay and Prrysm having a strong romantic bond. I also think the song "What About Us?" by Pink also works with them too.

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Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time - Being Duo

Vitaa and Shii were probably the hardest to decide on a song for them. I think this song does well as both representing their support of each other and the idea of Life and Death, as well as alluding to the fact that they and Uunice are currently isolated from all other kwamis.

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Owl City - Fireflies - Matter Duo

I mean... Fireflies for the duo with the Firefly kwami was too perfect to pass up. xD But I do honestly think it fits them. Particularly imagining the song from Koree's point of view. It shows her silent respect for Stellar, and I think the imagery described fits Stellar as well. And overall the calm and almost melancholy feel of the song matches both of their personalities quite well.

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emcandon · 2 years

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If I had to speculate about Kouru's fighting style, I'd say she has some (of course incomplete) training in Shii-Cho, Ataru, and Shien/Djem So which all together ended up evolving into something greatly resembling Juyo.

Unrelated, as I don't remember it ever being brought up, but does Force Lighting exist in the universe of Ronin and if so, would it be something more related to the White Flair or Dark Current?

Force lightning!

In Ronin-verse, I think I'd imagine it as a gift one is born with, like the witch and her ghosts -- very possibly a Force-sensitive person might learn how to do it, given the right proclivity and teacher, but far more likely it's a particular affinity one must identify and nurture within oneself.

I'd also align it with the white flare given that it'd be like summoning something from within oneself to channel outward. Unless it were more like harnessing and directing pre-existing lightning? But that's less the phenomena as we know it: point fingers, do zaps, etc.

Finally, I'd be thinking of how lightning is a natural phenomena, an element of storm and weather, and how the person wielding it would be surrendering their sense of self to a greater rule of the universe -- that of natural energy and dangerous made brilliant through sheer force of movement and heat.

(real talk Force lightning isn't in Ronin at least a bit bc...i kind of forgot about it. it probably wasn't appropriate for any of the characters except arguably kouru and she had enough going on)

#star wars #star wars ronin #ask reply

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rainsmediaradio · 9 months

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Lifesize Teddy - Hypnotic Lyrics

Lifesize Teddy - Hypnotic Lyrics Chorus Na me be the girl wey go rock this party We ain't over yet, we just getting started How you looking at me baby just make it harder It’s hard for me You say what I'm doing is so hypnotic Verse 1 How you make me wanna fly ouu I like How you taking all your time is a vibe Feeling super fly, super high Higher than a kite living life like Burn, burn, burn in the midnight Pass that torch till it's daylight bright If you don’t mind we could stay like that Catch that vibe till the end of time Painfully slow then you speed up Walk on my water like Jesus Me and you here feel like freedom Exercising all my demons Oh wе get high like we'rе fiending And it's affecting my breathing Making me hot like the seasons How you just dive in the deep end Chorus Na me be the girl wey go rock this party We ain't over yet, we just getting started How you looking at me baby just make it harder It's hard for me You say what I'm doing is so hypnotic (So, so, so hypnotic) Verse 2 Private dances and private trips Mileage high if you catch my drift Burn you out because I'm that bitch Your wildest fantasy, I'm the shiy Anybody come close Tell ‘em “Mind your business” We’re tripping Make you feel trapped like its prison These walls is a pen Make your mark till it's spilling I been trynna ride your wave it’s intense how you swimming I know Spring water will flow Deep pockets as deep as love would go Flooding after flooding and still you on a row We breathe and row the boat Damn, how you're swinging it? Paddling coast to coast It rattle me, it go softly Dominating this is some boss shit, it's cosmic Stars in alignment, I crossed ‘em Headed to the apex with top mehn Gee! What the fuck this is love mehn Painfully slow then you speed up Walk on my water like Jesus Me and you here feel like freedom Exercising all my demons Oh we get high like we're fiending And it’s affecting my breathing Making me hot like the seasons How you just dive in the deep end Chorus Na me be the girl wey go rock this party We ain't over yet, we just getting started How you looking at me baby just make it harder It's hard for me You say what I'm doing is so hypnotic Read the full article

#LifesizeTeddy

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ghetto-omega · 24 days

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‎‧₊˚✿Omegaverse Quirks✿˚₊‧

𑁍 The entire house is their nest. Whole house is covered in their favorite texture and color and their scent and blankets and and and

𑁍 Constant purring/churring/trilling. They're just so happy to be in their nest or with their pack or maybe they're eating their favorite food. They just can't help it

𑁍 On the flip side, doesn't purr at all. Just not really vocal

𑁍 Unexpressive face but a scent that fluctuates rapidly to show how they're feeling

𑁍 Rarely scenting, and only scenting if asked to.

𑁍 Barks back at dogs/meows back at cats

𑁍 Sensitive nose and/or sensitive ears

𑁍 Has to roll around for a few minutes before they go to bed or else they can't get comfortable

𑁍 Abnormally sharp claws or canines that peak over their lips

𑁍 Prefers crunchy or hard foods. They love to gnaw on anything they can get their hands on

𑁍 Messy eater. No matter what it is they somehow manage to get it on their clothes

𑁍 All of their furniture is tall/loves to be in high places. The type of person to always choose the stools at restaurants

𑁍 Big puppy eyes, they don't even have to be sad and they still get whatever they want

‎‧₊˚✿feel free to add your own✿˚₊‧

Come be my mutual V⁠●⁠ᴥ⁠●⁠V

I'm still learning about terms/myself so please be like soooo patient with me

#omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse worldbuilding #a/b/o verse #alpha beta omega #omegaverse headcanons #misceanimalis #miscecanis #<- i learned new terms that i think apply to me as well as this post...?#a/b/o lifestyle #omegaverse lifestyle #𑁍shii's verse𑁍#tell me which one of these you relate to 🙏🏾

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seekspatharc · 9 months

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⸻ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐈 ( 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈 )

during his escape from the inquisitors, corvus' cybernatic arm was damaged in the process. to repair it, corvus took apart his lightsaber ( as he saw no use for the time being ) and incorporate the parts into his cybernetic arm, including the kyber crystal. with the alterations, corvus can now create a force field generated from the palm of his cybernetic hand to protect himself and others from blaster bolts and other lightsabers. he can adjust the size ( height & width )

he had been close to being knighted and would've been on his way to start off his trials were it not for the events that led to the jedi order's downfall.

in this verse, zatarians are natural technopaths, though how strong their technopathic abilities can vary between individuals. corvus's technopathic abilities are within the above average range.

corvus has met cal ( @jeditrash ) a few times beforehand, even working with him and his master on several assignments.

has learned and mastered form i : shii-cho, form iii : soresu & form iv : ataru.

while with the ravagers, corvus learned how to use a blaster and often carries one with him wherever he goes. he also learned how to use a vibroblade with great and deadly accuracy.

#⸻ « headcanon. »#⸻ « v. star wars i. »

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lyrics724 · 1 year

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Xxtupid hoe ???? #FukLuv #R34L3M????

[Chorus] Why you motherfucking tip bitch ion got time for your dumbass shit bitch Be on my dick from sum shit that happen a year ago Typa shii to make me smack bitch in her dome [Verse] Bitch stop like i wanted you (i didn’t tho) Bitch stop like i wanted you (i didn’t tho) You on my fuckin dick and its fuckin lame-amn You on my fuckin dick and its fuckin lame-ame Your just a stupid bitch that i…

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#Blueberry Yami

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swiftie-elena · 2 years

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Quotes from the Quran

Homosexuality is rejected in a number of places in the Koran. A few examples: ("Lut" is the same as "Lot" in the Bible)

Sura 7: 80-81: "And Lut said to his people: Will you commit a horror that none of the world's inhabitants have committed for you?"

7: 81-82: "You approach men with lust instead of women. No, you are a people who go beyond the limits." (also translated as: "You are excessive people")

7:84: "And we (Allah) let rain fall on them. Look how that was the end of the wrongdoers."

11:80: "They answered: you (Lut) know that we are not entitled to your daughters and you know what we want."

11:83: "When our (Allah's) command came, we turned that city (Sodom) upside down and rained layer upon layer of clay on it."

11:87: "And his people rushed to him (Lut); they had committed bad deeds before. He said: people, here are my daughters, they are cleaner for you. Fear then God and do not disgrace me for my guests. " (by abusing the messenger of Allah)

15:16: "And for those among your wives who are guilty of fornication, call up four of you as witnesses against her, and if they testify, lock her up in her house until her death, or until Allah gives her a And if two of you are guilty of this, punish them both. And if they repent and improve, then leave them alone, for Allah accepts repentance and is full of grace." (This verse about “zina” is generally interpreted as a prohibition against any sex outside of marriage and does not relate to 2 women).

11:79: "They said: You (Lut) know that we are not entitled to your daughters and you know what we want."

21:75: "And to Lut we (Allah) gave wisdom and knowledge. And we delivered him from the city that acted abominably. They were indeed an angry and rebellious people."

26: 166: "You approach the men of all creatures!"

26: 167: "And you leave your wives your lord created for you!"

26: 169: "He (Lut) said," Really, I despise your conduct. "

27:55: "And Lut, said to his people, do not commit immorality against your better judgment!"

27:56: "Do you lustfully approach men instead of women? No, you are an ignorant people."

27:59: "And we (Allah) caused a rain to come upon them, and the rain was terrible for the warned."

29:30: "Do you men approach with lust and rob you on the road, and even commit atrocities in your meetings? But the answer of the people was nothing more than that they said: bring the punishment of Allah upon us as you the truth speaks. "

29:31: "He (Lut) said:" help me, my lord, against the people who cause disaster. "

29:32: "And when our messengers brought the news to Abraham, they said, We will destroy the people of this city; for its inhabitants are evil." (literally: "unjust")

54:37: "And they tried to disgrace their guests (by asking them to have sex with them). Then we took their eyes off their eyesight. Then taste my punishments and my warnings."

Lesbian sex

There is no clear prohibition of sex between women in the Quran. Some exegetes think it is “zina” (the punishable crime of sex outside of marriage, but other say can be seen as a sin but not as a crime that deserves a religious (hadd) punishment

Transsexuality

Transgenderism does not occur in the Quran. There are convictions of effeminate men (possibly eunuchs) and "women who imitate men" in the Hadith. Allegedly, Mohammed banished effeminate men, but did not kill them because they were also believers. In Islam there is a debate about whether transgender people imitate the opposite sex (which is considered reprehensible) or whether they are in the wrong body. Suni religious leaders started issuing fatwa's against sex reassignment for transgender people in the 1980s, but created the formal possibility for sex "correction" for peope with an intersex condition. Ayatollah Khomeini (Shii)issued a fatwa in 1987 authorizing sex operations. Nevertheless, Muslim transgender people in most Muslim countries (including Iran, even though they can get operations) still suffer from discrimination

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bitchin-beskar · 3 years

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is this what love feels like? part one

Rating: T

Warnings: Some yearning, softness, and kisses!

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: So, this is my Secret Santa Fic for @meshlamando!!! I apologize that it’s so late, but I really wanted this to be perfect!!! It ended up being longer than I planned, but I’m really happy with it, and I hope you are too!! (I’m not opposed to writing a part two that’s a little more M rated, if you want???)

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment!! I love hearing what y’all think!!!

The sound of approaching spacecraft caused you to look up from where you were gardening, and your eyes narrowed as you saw an X-Wing, followed by a Tie Fighter of all things. The Tie Fighter didn’t seem to be chasing the X-Wing, and there were no shots being fired from the canons, but you were still on guard, your hand going to the lightsaber that hung at your waist from years of habit, even though you’d not used it since the end of the Clone Wars.

Suddenly, your comlink beeped, and a familiar voice crackled from the tiny device.

“This is Luke Skywalker, requesting permission to land for both my own ship and my friends’. We bring no ill will, we merely wish to speak with you, Master Jedi.”

You rolled your eyes at the stiff tone, pulling the comlink off your belt and answering. “Skywalker, who exactly are you friends with that they’re flying a Tie Fighter? You have permission to land, but we will be having words, young man.”

A meek “yes ma’am, Master Jedi,” crackled back at you, before the comlink went silent. You watched as the two ships landed in the clearing not far from your small homestead.

Standing, you walked towards the ships to greet their pilots, your hands at your sides, not quite touching your saber, but close enough that you could use it if needed.

You watched as Luke disembarked from his X-Wing, but your eyes were focused on the Tie Fighter. Luke had said it was a friend, but the kid was still young, and it wasn’t impossible for him to be fooled, or coerced into befriending a potential enemy.

To your surprise, a Mandalorian disembarked. You’d dealt with a handful of Mandalorians in the past, but you were surprised to see one operating a Tie Fighter, considering the role the Empire had played in the Siege of Mandalore.

The two of them walked towards you, followed by the R2 unit that seemed tied to the Skywalker family. You could still remember the bond Anakin had shared with the little astromech droid, before–

Well, best not to think about that particular part of your past.

You crossed your arms, staring Luke down as he arrived in front of you, causing the young Jedi to shift nervously. The Mandalorian stood somewhat awkwardly a few feet behind him.

The staring match only lasted for a few moments before Luke broke. “I know you told me that you haven’t used the Force in years, and that you wouldn’t hear of taking on another Padawan after what happened, but–”

You sighed. “No, Luke. Whatever it is you want, no. I’m not a Jedi, not anymore. I can’t help you.”

Luke held his hands up pleadingly. “No, wait! Please, just hear me out.”

You sighed again. “Luke, I know you probably mean well, but I can’t take on another Padawan. I still have nightmares about what must be happening to poor Grogu in the Empire’s hands, I–”

“Wait, Grogu?”

The Mandalorian spoke suddenly, stepping forward, one hand resting on the strap of the bag that crossed over his chest. You raised an eyebrow, confused at his reaction.

“Yes. I had a Padawan during the Clone Wars. His name was Grogu. Unfortunately, I’d been sent off of Coruscant on a mission without him when Order 66 took place, and by the time I’d gotten back, the Empire had taken him and killed all the other Jedi. I have no idea what happened to him.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, he–”

Luke began to speak, but he trailed off as you watched, shocked, as the Mandalorian pulled his bag in front of him, and seated inside was–

“Grogu?!”

Your mouth dropped open as the little green skinned alien child cooed, reaching his tiny arms out towards you, a wide smile on his face. The Mandalorian slowly lifted Grogu out of the bag, and you stumbled forward, stretching your arms out to take him into your arms.

Grogu squealed as he was brought into your embrace, pressing his little claws against your cheeks, and you were overcome with feelings of happiness and joy and belonging that weren’t your own. You pressed your forehead to Grogu’s tears streaming down your cheeks as the little one communicated with you the only way he could, showing you how much he missed you, how happy he was to see you, reassuring you that he was safe, and that he’d found a father in the beskar-clad Mandalorian.

You finally looked up to see Luke and the Mandalorian standing still in front of you. Eyes locked onto the Mandalorian, the first question on your mind burst forth from your lips.

“Where did you find him?”

The Mandalorian shuffled awkwardly. “He was on Arvala-7, surrounded by guards. The Empire wanted him. I don’t know where he was before that.”

You frowned at the cautious tone in the Mandalorian’s voice, but you shrugged it off, too overcome with relief and joy at Grogu’s safety. You looked at Luke, understanding washing over you. “You want me to take him on as my Padawan again.”

Luke nodded, relieved. “I’d take him, but I already have multiple other students, and Grogu is stronger than all of them. None of my students have had any formal training, but Grogu has. It would be better for him to have one-on-one training that I can’t offer. And–”

Luke trailed off, looking nervous. Sighing, and shifting Grogu to your hip, you frowned at him. “Spit it out, boy. What is it?”

“He’s grown extremely attached to his chosen father. It would be dangerous to separate them, and I worry about the draw of the Dark side on the little one. So...”

You closed your eyes, remembering the last Jedi who let attachment rule over his actions. It was something that couldn’t be allowed to be repeated, at any cost.

Looking at the Mandalorian, you saw his helmet bowed slightly, as though he was expecting to be scolded. You could feel the sorrow radiating off of him, even though he was trying to push it down. You realized he was expecting to be parted from Grogu, and your heart broke. You’d always been against the Council’s policy of taking children from their parents at a young age and forbidding contact, and with the case of Anakin, his separation had proved as a catalyst for his fall to the Dark side.

“Mandalorian,” you said calmly, waiting for him to focus on you. “Your son needs training.” You noticed that he flinched at the word son, and you felt a wave of shame that wasn’t your own. “But it would be a mistake to separate the two of you. I have spare quarters that you can move into, while I train Grogu. It would be beneficial for the both of you, I should think.”

Unsurprisingly, the Mandalorian protested. “I put him in danger, I shouldn’t–”

You held up your hand, cutting him off. “Though I have not fought in many years, I still hold the rank of Jedi Master. I am skilled with my lightsaber, and I am sure you are well trained as well. I’ve never met a Mandalorian that could not hold their own in a fight. Besides.” You gestured to the hilt that hung on his belt. “You carry the Darksaber. I can train you to fight with it, which will add another layer of protection over Grogu while he is learning control.”

Your stern tone seemed to shock him back to awareness, and the Mandalorian straightened at your words. You nodded to Luke. “I will take him on as my Padawan again.” Then, you turned to the ships behind the two men. “But that kriffing Tie Fighter has to go.”

***

The three of you had settled quite nicely into a routine. Your mornings were occupied with meditation and basic training in Force manipulation with Grogu. He was too young to use a lightsaber, so you focused on control over emotions and his other abilities in the Force, such as mental shielding, telekinesis, barriers, and precognition. Grogu had shown aptitude for each of these years earlier, and you weren’t surprised that his skills had grown, although not as quickly as they would have, had he been continuously trained.

Your afternoons were spent with the Mandalorian while Grogu napped, his little body worn out from the intense training that he’d not done for close to twenty years.

While the Mandalorian was well versed in many types of fighting, the Darksaber was far closer to a lightsaber than any other weapon he’d ever handled, and so, he needed training to be able to handle it.

While you had training in most of the forms, you were the most adept at Shien/Djem So. However, it was far too complex a form for the Mandalorian, and it didn’t suit his needs. He likely would not be using the Darksaber in regular combat, so you resolved to try and teach him the basics of the first two forms: Shii-Cho, and Makashi. Shii-Cho would help him if he were facing a large number of opponents, while Makashi would help him avoid being disarmed, and thus, losing the Darksaber. Even though he insisted he hadn’t wanted the Darksaber, he grudgingly admitted that it would be a useful weapon to protect Grogu.

Every afternoon, the two of you would move into your small backyard, dressed in simple training clothes. The Mandalorian had argued that it would be better for him to train in his beskar, but you had shut him down quickly. He needed to learn the forms unencumbered first, before then practicing with the added weight of his armour.

“There’s a reason Jedi wear robes and cloth, Mandalorian. Yes, our use of the Force can offset the need for armour, but it’s far easier to move agilely and dodge blaster bolts or other attacks, because our clothes allow us that freedom of movement. You need to learn the forms first, and then slowly acclimate to moving with the armour.”

The Mandalorian clearly didn’t like it, but he humored you. The only caveat he insisted on was his helmet, which you obliged. While his field of vision was reduced, he’d spent so much of his life in the helmet that he automatically adjusted for the loss, so the helmet was not a hindrance.

The two of you spent months training in the forms, and slowly, but surely, the Mandalorian was growing more confident in this fighting style. He’d started wearing some of his beskar, but it was taking longer than he’d wanted for him to be able to fight fluidly in his full beskar’gam.

Inevitably, the two of you had grown closer. It was bound to happen with two adults living in close quarters, spending hours every day training together, but it still surprised you how comfortable life had become.

You’d been alone for years, ever since the Great Purge, and it was clear the Mandalorian was not used to spending his time around another being. But slowly, the two of you had grown used to co-existing, and you slowly learned more about your quiet companion.

He had a wicked sharp tongue and an incredibly dry wit, and you often found yourself bantering with him over the littlest things. He grew less stiff, less aloof around you, and an unexpected by-product of that was touch.

It took you awhile to realize it, because the touches were so fleeting. But once you started to take notice, it surprised you just how tactile the Mandalorian had become. For a man who had gone most of his life without touch, he often initiated it, a hand on the small of your back as he moved behind you, a gentle touch on your arm as he watched you train Grogu, and other seemingly innocent gestures. He didn’t seem to realize he was doing it, however.

At first, the simple touches were just another part of your daily life. You told yourself it was normal for two adults living together to be comfortable touching each other, that it was simply how friends acted.

But as the months wore on, you began to realize it was more than that. Oh, so much more.

It wasn’t until you had a particularly vivid and risque dream that you realized just how far you’d fallen. You lay in bed, skin sweaty and heart racing as you tried to clear your mind of the images of the Mandalorian taking you in practically every manner imaginable. You were quite frankly surprised at how inventive your mind was, considering you’d held to your vow of celibacy from your time as a Jedi, even long after the Order had been destroyed. The burning in your core and the slickness between your thighs told you that you were not as satisfied with a life of celibacy as you’d thought.

It took far too long for you to calm yourself enough to fall asleep, and the next morning, you had to use your decades of experience shielding your emotions to avoid giving anything away to the Mandalorian.

Now that you knew the effect his presence had on you, you were hyper-aware of every interaction, every touch, every word shared between the two of you. It became a challenge every day to shove down your growing feelings for your companion. Little did you know, he was doing the same.

***

“If you sit out here much longer, verd’ika, you’ll freeze.”

You turned to see the Mandalorian leaning against the doorframe, looking out at where you were seated on the edge of your porch. He had a blanket tucked under one arm, and as he came to sit next to you, he held it out for you to take.

“And yet, you would never let that happen, hmm?”

You wrapped the thick fabric around your shoulders, smiling softly in thanks. The Mandalorian was dressed simply, the only piece of beskar he wore was the helmet. He sat close, your thighs touching as he stared out at the night sky with you.

“What would I do without you ordering me around every day?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Don’t be cheeky, Mando. It doesn’t suit you.”

He chuckled softly, and not for the first time, you wondered what his laugh might sound like without the crackling of the modulator.

The two of you sat in silence for a long time, before he spoke again.

“May I ask you a question?”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him, not missing the way he held his head straight forward, strategically avoiding looking at you. “You don’t have to ask if you can ask me a question, Mandalorian. What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “The first Jedi I met, Ahsoka Tano, told me that attachment was dangerous. That she wouldn’t train Grogu, she was too worried about him falling to the Dark side. What did she mean? How do I know if he’s on that path? What if I caused it?”

You were taken aback by the worry and terror in his voice, the pure fear of a parent terrified that they’ve done irreparable harm to their child. You turned full to the side, your leg pressed tight against his, and you gently touched his arm to get his attention.

“Mando, look at me.” You waited for him to slowly turn to you, and you could see in the slump of his shoulders and the tilt of his helmet how worried he was. “You have done nothing wrong.”

He started to protest, but you squeezed his arm, cutting him off. “No, listen to me. I had to watch as a man I called friend fell to the Dark side. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I know now what all went wrong. I’ve seen what draws people to the Dark side, I’ve felt the pull myself. And I know Grogu has as well.”

The Mandalorian’s helmet dipped even lower, and without thinking, you cupped the cold metal, where his cheek would be, lifting his head and forcing him to look at you. “But you make him stronger. The Jedi always preached that attachment is wrong, and that it leads to the Dark side, but they were wrong. Obsession is wrong, but the love you have for Grogu, and the love he has for you are not putting him in danger of falling.”

There was silence for a moment before the Mandalorian spoke, his voice so quiet, you had to strain to hear him. “He... he loves me?”

You felt tears fill your eyes at the utter surprise and disbelief in the Mandalorian’s voice, and you immediately grasped both sides of his helmet, keeping his gaze secure on you.

“You are his father, Mandalorian. In every sense of the word, except biological. He trusts you implicitly, and he knows you will always come for him. You are his anchor, and he loves you with everything he has. Trust me.”

You waited for your companion to nod, before you sat back. You’d had no idea his insecurities ran this deep, but now that you knew, you would be sure to counteract them at every opportunity.

***

It had been almost a year since the Mandalorian and Grogu had begun their training with you. After months of peace, it almost seemed inevitable that something would happen, you just didn’t know what.

It was in the middle of a training session with the Mandalorian, when disaster struck. You had no warning, no time to prepare when suddenly, your mental barriers were attacked violently. Falling to your knees, you clutched at your head, immediately trying to strengthen your shields, while also extending that protection over Grogu and the Mandalorian, hiding them from whatever, or whoever was searching.

Faintly, you could hear the Mandalorian yelling your name, but you were focused on keeping the dark presence out of your mind. Like a battering ram, the attack beat against your shields, the dirty and evil presence sending shivers down your spine. Your limbs were trembling from the strain of your muscles tensing under the pain, and you shook from the strain of shielding under such a brutal assault.

There was a sharp, piercing pain, as though someone had thrown a vibroblade directly into the center of your forehead. A scream left your lips as your hands dug into the soft dirt, and you gathered as much of your energy as possible, shoving the presence back and away from your mind.

When another attack didn’t come, you slumped over, relief tinged by exhaustion and pain. You weakly opened your eyes to see the Mandalorian kneeling in front of you, his hands hovering helplessly in front of you. You thought he might be saying something, but you couldn’t hear through the rushing sound in your ears.

You felt something wet on your face, and you shakily brushed your fingers under your nose, only to pull your hand away and see blood. You blinked weakly, your head aching, and as you looked at the Mandalorian, your vision went black, and you collapsed.

***

“Verd’ika? Verd’ika, can you hear me?”

The voice was faint, almost like you were underwater. You tried to turn towards the voice, but something held you still. It took longer than usual for you to come back to awareness, and you winced at the pain in both your head and your limbs.

You slowly came to realize you weren’t lying on your bed, but instead against a warm, firm body. Your face was pressed into the warm skin of someone’s neck, and there was a strong arm around your waist, the other cradling your head. Your hand was laying against the soft fabric of a black training shirt, and you began to realize you were laying against the Mandalorian.

“Wha–What happened?” You whispered, hesitant to move out of his comforting embrace. It became clear he didn’t want that either when his arms tightened around you.

“You passed out. You were bleeding from your nose, your whole body was shaking. I thought you were having a seizure. The kid was terrified, and he wouldn’t leave. You–You stopped breathing,” here, the Mandalorian’s voice broke. “You weren’t breathing, I–we thought you died.”

You could feel him trembling as he held you even tighter, and you nuzzled further into his neck, breathing him in, shamelessly relishing in the close contact. He seemed to draw comfort from your closeness as well, and you felt his lips press against the top of your head. Wait–

Sucking in a breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. “Wait, Mando, your helmet–”

To your surprise, he shushed you, holding you impossibly closer. “I know,” he murmured, his hand rubbing soothingly along your back. “It’s okay.”

“But your creed–”

“You haven’t seen my face. I trust you. I know you won’t look. I just needed–” He trails off sheepishly, but you know the end to the sentence he leaves hanging in the air. “What happened, verd’ika? I’ve never seen you in that much pain before.”

Sighing, you relaxed further into the Mandalorian’s arms. “Something, or someone was trying to invade my mind. They tried to force their way past my mental barriers. I was able to shield the three of us and keep them out, but it was difficult.”

“It was painful to watch.”

“Mando, I–”

“Din.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out what he meant. “I’m sorry?”

“My name is Din Djarin.”

Your eyes suddenly opened wide, and if his face hadn’t been bare, then you would have jerked up to look at him in shock. “Wh–What?”

His lips pressed against the top of your head for a long moment. “You almost died, not even knowing my name. I don’t regret a lot of things, but I would have regretted never telling you my name.”

Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, and you could feel your cheeks beginning to burn. This was unfamiliar, uncharted territory, but Maker, you didn’t care.

“Will you close your eyes, verd’ika?”

Your eyes automatically slid shut, even as you frowned at the question. “Why?”

“Just humor me, please.”

You nodded, lifting your head from it’s place on the Man–Din’s shoulder, showing him that your eyes were closed. You felt his bare fingers gently brush against your cheek, before suddenly, his lips were softly pressing against yours. He swallowed your gasp of surprise, cupping your cheek as he gingerly kissed you, like you were made of glass.

You were shocked still for a moment, but just as he was about to pull away, worry and concern coming off him in waves, you gripped his shoulder to pull yourself up just enough so that you could keep your lips sealed to his.

Now that you were an active participant, Din grew less cautious, guiding your head to the side and deepening the kiss, his tongue running along the seam of your lips, coaxing your mouth open.

A soft whimper left your lips as he explored your mouth, tasting you. He grew more bold with every swipe of his tongue against yours, teeth nipping your lower lip, and hand stroking your cheek.

His kisses were deep, breathtaking and reverent. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, like he’d been dying of thirst and you were the water that could keep him alive. You felt safe, warm, at home in a way that you hadn’t felt in a long time. His hands clutched you close, and even when you had to pull away to breathe, he didn’t let you get too far. His every exhale was the air you inhaled.

“Ner verd’ika, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

He breathed the words against your lips, and you responded in kind.

“I love you too.”

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minyoonmeme · 3 years

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 4

Word count: 3232

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader, ??? x reader

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of hyungs

Genre/Warnings: Min Yoongi is not very good at meeting people, but Park Jimin is.

Tag List: @luvtaeha @holaaaf

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“Do you know what’s going on?”

“Nope.”

Jeongguk and Hoseok whispered to one another huddled over a family size bag of chips, crumbs falling each time they shifted. Their eyes danced between (Y/N) to Yoongi while they mindlessly shoveled chips into their mouths. Yoongi had let Jeongguk and (Y/N) into the studio twenty minutes ago and beyond introductions not much had happened. Hoseok almost pouts from disappointment. Where's the flare? The dramatics? Why hasn’t Yoongi pissed himself yet from nervousness?

“Are you love birds gonna stand outside holding hands or are you gonna come in before you waste time?” Hoseok’s grip on the door was light as he narrowed his stance and let the two past him. “Hi (Y/N), you look cute today. Jeongguk you look cute too, I guess.” Hoseok smiled to himself as (Y/N) skirted past him with an embarrassed smile. Jeongguk followed suit with a wave to Yoongi, who was too occupied trying to make himself look busy, and a pinch to Hoseok’s arm for the added embarrassment.

“You speak Korean right?”

“Hyung!” Yoongi barely spared Jeongguk a glance as he glanced toward (Y/N) from his seat. Yoongi noted that she was a small thing with her head barely past Jeongguk’s shoulder. Her head bobbed up and down before she fell into a bow.

“Hello, My name is (Y/N). I’m a commercial music and production major at KNU. It’s nice to meet you, please take care of me.”

Yoongi blinked a few times and shook his nearly empty coffee before responding. “So.. do you speak Korean or..?”

“Hyung, she just spoke Korean!”

“Jeongguk-ah, you and I both know she could have prepared that.”

“She goes to a Korean university in the middle of Seoul, I highly doubt that.”

Yoongi gave a small shrug before reaching his hand out. “You shake hands where you’re from right? I’m Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet you.”

Hoseok was loving every second as he watched from the couch.

“Should we say something?” Jeongguk watched as (Y/N) tapped her fingers against the table. Jeongguk recognized a few familiar hand positions from the few piano lessons Yoongi had reluctantly given him his sophomore year.

“I don’t know. I’m kind of intimidated right now. Hyung looks like he wants to jump out a window or run out the door any minute now.” Jeongukk shrugged and leaned closer to Hoseok crumbling the chips between them in the process.

“It would be great if we could hear what they were listening to instead of listening to each other finish an entire bag of chips. Did you know you eat with your mouth open? Fucking heathen, I didn’t raise you this way.” Jeongguk smacked his greasy crump covered hand across Hoseok’s shoulder for that. Hoseok just whines and rubs at the spot tenderly.

Yoongi and (Y/N) sat adjacent to one another as Yoongi’s soundboard desk shuffling through the drive she had brought. Yoongi had asked (correction: forced) Hoseok to wheel in another chair for (Y/N) to sit in while they listened, but her feet barely reached the floor as she swung them back and forth with nerves. Jeongguk was sure she was overwhelmed as Yoongi usually chose to sit in silence while he listened to tracks and Yoongi’s silence was nothing short of intense. A plain matte black pair, a pair Yoongi had pulled out from a random drawer, sat on top of her head just slightly too big. Jeongguk had never seen the pair before and felt a small flutter on his stomach at the thought that Yoongi had bought a new pair for her to use. He knew Yoongi tended to shy away from leading or teaching, but felt grateful his hyung was willing to even try. The flutter had nothing to do with the fact that he thought she looked cute as the headphones slipped around repeatedly off of her head. Nope, none at all.

“How many songs has it been? Like 6? My back is starting to hurt from this couch. Hyung should really get another one.”

“It’s uncomfortable for a reason, you brat. How long are you trespassers going to keep talking?” Jeongguk and Hoseok jumped up, effectively smacking their heads against one another at the sudden voice. Both met Yoongi’s stare as he looked over his left shoulder, one ear free from his headphones.

“Sorry, Hyung we’ll stay quiet.” Hoseok nodded along with Jeongguk’s words, even going so far as to mime zipping his lips closed and tossing a key over his shoulder.

Yoongi rose his eyebrows up before lifting his headphones off of his head with a deep breath. (Y/N) followed suit, although slightly more hesitantly. “You guys can leave, actually.”

Jeongguk’s eyes darted over to (Y/N) as he watched her body freeze. The hand that had been tapping chords onto the table unplugged her headphones before stiffly beginning to neatly wrap the cord. He wished he knew what was going on in her head as he watched her eyes dart back and forth along the floor. His hand itches to stop her small trembles as she reached to pull out the usb drive.

“Yoongi-hyung don’t you think you’re being too harsh. It’s only been like twenty minutes...”

Yoongi threw a confused look at Hoseok before spinning his chair fully to face the couch behind him. “I kick you guys out of my studio like twice a week, this is nothing new. Now out.” Yoongi emphasized the “now” with a flick of his chin towards the door before turning back to his monitors. He hadn’t even acknowledged (Y/N).

Hoseok loved his friend, he did, but watching Jeongguk beat himself for bringing (Y/N) here made his skin boil. A look at (Y/N) left him even more mad. Her shoulders were squared inward as she shoved her things into her bag as quickly and quietly as possible. They weren’t close in any way, but Hoseok had grown up with a sister and hated seeing anyone, especially girls, cry.

“Fine. we’re leaving you hermit. Don’t think we won’t be having a talk about this later when you get home.” Hoseok heaved Jeongguk up from the couch by his elbow and did the same for (Y/N). Their eyes met and Hoseok mentally cursed in his head for Yoongi’s asshole tendencies. He knew Yoongi wasn’t an actual asshole, nor was he intending to be mean, but this just is how Yoongi was. ‘All think, few words' is how Hoseok described Yoongi’s communication style or lack thereof. Yoongi could feel a million things and somehow sum it up in twenty offensive words or less. Looking at her again Hoseok leaned down and whispered, “Let’s get some ice cream, yeah? My treat!” His heart eased little when a small smile and a squeeze to his hand on her elbow were returned.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi looked up from his now blank monitor confused and blinked in (Y/N)’s direction. All think, few words indeed.

Jeongukk, Hoseok, and (Y/N) looked between each other. Jeongguk had his head wrapped around the door’s handle ready to storm out toddler style while Hoseok’s hand slid from her elbow to her wrist.

(Y/N) shook a little while she stuttered, “I thought that you-- I mean you said to--”

“I thought you said you could speak Korean?”

“I can! I’m-uh just confused, I think. You said to get out?”

Yoongi met her eyes for a few seconds before furrowing at the ground. “I meant them. Why would I kick you out? That’s dumb.”

(Y/N)’s hand swung to Hoseok's wrapped around her elbow and threw him a brief bright smile. Hoseok, confused but slowly understanding the situation, smiled back just as big and gave their hands a small shake in victory. Another crisis avoided, he supposed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry for misunderstanding Yoongi-shii! Where were we? Let me get my hard drive back out!”

Yoongi handed her a reconnected pair of headphones, keeping his hand out for the usb drive she had taken back. Her hands left hoseok as she excitedly ruffled through her bag. The usb fell onto the open palm before her as she threw the headphones over her ears. She made sure to throw a smile and thumbs up to Jeongguk still standing by the door. Crisis very much so avoided, actually.

Hoseok patted (Y/N)’s head before grabbing Jeongguk’s elbow in tow. “We should probably get out before Yoongi-hyung starts throwing pens at us. I think he started sharpening them down after Jin-hyung took an HDMI cord.”

Jeongguk opened his mouth to reject Hoseok’s idea, but was interrupted by (Y/N) spinning her chair away from the soundboard to face him halfway. “I’ll text you when I’m done and let you know how it went okay?” Jeongguk nodded, mouth a little too dry from the smile lingering on her lips, and tried to return it. “Bye Hoseok-shii, we can get ice cream later maybe? Bye Jeonggukk-oppa!”

Hoseok kept his giggles in as he dragged a flustered Jeongguk out the door.

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God he was intimidating…

Yoongi had chosen to forgo any excessive speaking and instead settled for minimal verbal explanations with lots of subtle grunts and pointing. It worked for a bit as Yoongi pulled up the tracks of my songs in a much more advanced version of Logic Pro than I owned. College budgets don’t really allow for excessive spending these days, ya know?

“Uh Yoongi-shii, I really appreciate everything we’ve done today, but I have no idea what you’re saying right now.” Yoongi, I had noticed, tended to mumble and despite having spoken for Korean for a couple of years now satoori and mumbled things tended to make understanding someone very difficult.

Yoongi looked at me sideways and blinked before taking a deep breath. He had looked more sure of himself when Hoseok and Jeongguk were here, so I chose not to mention how his shoulders seemed to move inward as he inched to face me. “You distorted this sample right?” I nodded in response. “Right, well I was just wondering why you added so much reverb if you’d already added distortion. It throws the whole thing off after the second verse, no flow really. You should probably scrap it and start over.”

“Oh uh, I mean you’re right actually. It’s kind of an overkill. You’re very honest, Yoongi-shii.”

I watched as Yoongi finished off the last of his now mostly water iced coffee with a nod. “You could say that.”

“In that case, I’ll be honest too. I think you’re being a little picky because you don’t know what you’re doing or what to do with me, specifically.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and leaned backward in his chair, the joints squeaking slightly as he did so. So much for a cool guy move. “Picky? Did you expect me to graze over your mediocrity? I’m a professional kid, we don’t take mediocrity in the big world and Daddy’s money isn’t gonna get you far.” Yoongi whipped his hands on his pants as he clicked around.

My arms tingled as a heaviness settled in my chest, something akin to disappointment and failure making a home. “Daddy’s money? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yoongi turned and refused to look at me any longer. “It means I can smell the money rolling off of you and I don’t think working in a cafe can get you the program needed to mix music like this.”

My chest felt heavier than before as I geared myself up to respond. “You’re right. That was expensive and maybe I do come from money, but that song was made in 2014 and I’ll have you know that I’ve been living on my own in Korea since I was fucking shipped off in 2015. I didn’t come here to get profiled Yoongi-shii, I came here because I thought you were a professional who knew how to scroll and find my recent tracks.” Fuck Min Yoongi if he thinks he can walk all over me.

Yoongi clenched his jaw with a slight tilt of his head to the side before visibly gulping down whatever was in his throat. His free hand meanwhile gripped the mouse and clicked into another folder. _______________________________________________________________________

To: JJK-Oppa

Heading home now Yoongi-shii is weird and mean

From: JJK-Oppa

How was it? I’m sorry about earlier by the way. Yoongi-Hyung isn't the best at expressing himself or talking really

To: JJK-Oppa

I figured as much, he seems harmless though just a little idk??? So much attitude in a tiny body Don’t tell him I said he’s tiny oh god I already kinda sorta maybe went off on him

From: JJk-Oppa

Secrets safe with me :) Why did you go off on him??? I’ll beat him up for you >:)

To: JJK-Oppa

Jeongguk-oppa, I don’t think you could hurt a fly but thank you <3 Do you think Hoseok-shi would still get me ice cream? I’ll give you all the juicy details later

From: JJK-Oppa

Hyung said he’s always down for ice cream We can pick you up..?

To: JJK-Oppa

Say less <3

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“(Y/N)! Over here!” My head flew right as I looked in the direction of the voice. Jeongguk stood half in the back door of a black SUV. I threw a hand up and waved back noticing he had changed from a casual oversized sweater and jeans to a matching baggy grey sweatsuit.

“Hi Jeongguk-oppa, it’s nice to see you again.” I gave a small bow of my head before ducking beneath his arm holding the door open and sliding in. I released a happy sigh when I felt the heat coming from the vents. “Hi again Hoseok-shii, thank you for picking me up.”

Hoseok and scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Back it up women, what’s this “Hoseok-shii” business all about? You call Jeongguk Oppa and not me? You’re soon to be dance captain too?”

I smiled and leaned forward to place my cheek against the side of his seat. My eyes fluttered and smiled up at him. “Would you like you to call you oppa hoseok-shii?” Hoseok turned to face me and pinched my other cheek with a scrunch of his nose

“You brat, it’s Hobi-Oppa now okay? You’re gonna be trouble. I can tell already.” I rolled my eyes and pulled his hand from my cheek before slumping back. “This is Jimin, by the way. He wormed his way into the car before we could stop him, so I apologize for anything he does beforehand. He is also trouble.”

Jimin, for what it's worth, only smiled and turned from the passenger seat to smile at me as I buckled my seatbelt next Jeongguk. “I heard there would be free ice cream and gossip about Yoongi-hyung, so I had to come.” His eyes melted into crescents as his smile grew in a way that I can only describe as heart clenchingly cute. God dammit another member Jeongguk’s posse.

“It’s nice to meet you Jimin-shii. Free ice cream is the best kind of ice cream, so I don’t blame you for tagging along.”

Jimin studied me for a few minutes with a small smile before Hoseok yelled at him for not wearing his seatbelt.

“You think I want your dead body on my hands if we get into an accident? I’m all up for living on the edge Jimin, but please put your seatbelt on so Jin-hyung doesn’t have a heart attack, please.”

“I’m too cute to be a corpse.”

“I hate to break it to you, but being cute doesn’t constitute not dying Jimin.”

“God clearly has his favorites, look at me! I’ll be fine.”

“Do not tempt me into killing you with this car to prove you wrong. I’ll do it. (Y/N) tell him I’ll do it.”

“(Y/N) sweetie, you stay out of this okay? Just sit there and hold Jeonggukie’s hand while Hobi-hyung and I sort this out.”

Jeongguk, most likely used to this kind of conversation, was glancing out the window in thought as a nudged him. Though the flush on his cheeks that matched mine told me that he was still listening. “Is this normal for you guys?”

“Hm? Oh you mean Hobi and Jimin hyung? Yeah, all of my hyungs bicker like old married couples. Says is what they get for raising me.”

Before I could respond, Jimin was tapping my knee closest to him with a pout. “Ya! Weren’t you listening? (Y/N), you’ll call me Oppa right? Hobi-hyung and Jeonggukie aren't the only ones, right?” Hoseok and Jeongguk both scoffed from their seats.

My eyes widened as I gave a quick glance to Jeongguk only to receive a shrug in response. Just great, thanks for the help. “Uh yeah Jimin-shii, I guess I’ll call you oppa one day.”

“One day?” Jimin scoffed and pinched my knee. “You call me Jimin-oppa right now, young lady. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other more often. Us cute people have to stick together against people like Hobi-hyung.” The hand that pinched my knee returned and gave it a few pats. My mouth hung open slightly before I nodded and fought off a few giggles as a response.

Things settled down for a few minutes before Jugguk shifted in his seat away from me slightly. His head was no longer facing the window, but now towards his lap as he flipped his phone between his hands. I was happy to see him not ripping at his fraying sweater sleeves, but curious as to what was causing the furrow between his brows. The atmosphere was light as Jimina and Hoseok continued to bicker about ice cream shops, so his look only made me worry. I snuck a glance at the two up front and decided texting was probably better than announcing any worries out loud. Jeongguk seemed like the private type anyways.

To: JJK-Oppa

Everything okay?

Jeongguk blinked as his phone lit up with my text message. He read it before furrowing his eyebrows deeper at the screen. I motioned for him to text me back with a pout.

From: JJK-Oppa

Why are you are texting me

To: JJK-Oppa

Do you not want me to text you? :(

Jeongguk looks at the screen with wide eyes before shaking his head no at me. It’s dark but I can still see the pink dusting across his skin nonetheless. Cute.

To: JJK-Oppa

I’m kidding, but really what’s up?

Jeongguk goes to type again, but freezes his fingers a couple of times before typing and erasing a few times. Trying not to overwhelm him and give him some peace, I look away to listen to Hoseok and Jimin talking about which chores are overdue at their place. A chime of my phone brings my attention back to my phone.

From: JJK-Oppa

It’s nothing

To: JJK-Oppa

It’s okay. Sprinkles make everything better :)

Jeongguk’s small giggle eases the worry in my chest and any residual hurt lingering from my meeting with Yoongi as his eyes crease at the ends. It’s then that I suddenly remember why Jeongguk and his friends were so well known around campus. He’s so pretty. I hear Hoseok and Jimin cackling from the front and give my chest a few pats as it races. Correction: they’re all pretty.

[A/N: Hello~ I feel very ehh about this one, but honestly props to me for putting this out despite working two jobs, being a full time student, AND being major depresso espresso lately. Let me know what you guys think!]

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II.7

Originally posted September 26, 2020

Summary: Anakin's unusual admittance into the Order comes in handy.

Details: Mace/Obi-Wan. Sequel to I.43. Trolling Anakin Verse.

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Having Master Depa as practically his step-sister was awful. She was completely nice about the whole thing, even offered to help him sometimes, but he could tell she was judging him with her judgy Council member eyes.

Ever since they'd gotten their dirty hands on Obi-Wan it had been downhill for Anakin. This latest atrocity was just one in a long line.

"And then--Anakin, are you listening?"

He blinked, turning his attention back to Depa, and automatically confirmed he was. A mouse droid under a table behind her, hidden from view at that angle from everyone but Anakin, quickly flashed a light to tell him what he'd been missing in a shorthand binary he'd created.

"Troop requisitions are fascinating, but it looks like it's time for midday meal! We wouldn't want to miss one of the three most important meals of the day!"

Anakin was already up and moving as she processed his words. It wasn't like he had to do paperwork, Obi-Wan would still happily handle it.

***

"If I have to fill out one more requisition form just so the 501st doesn't starve, I am going to drop Anakin down a gundark pit!"

Mace sighed, wondering if he'd be able to convince Obi-Wan to leave his flimsywork behind for a nice sparring match. "You don't actually have to do his work."

"Of course I do, I can't let the troops suffer because Anakin has avoided flimsywork since he was a child!"

The outrage in Obi-Wan's voice was charming and Mace decided that his spouse had earned the quick shoulder massage he decided to give him, standing over Obi-Wan's chair as the other threw another datapad on a pile that even Mace found impressive.

"Well, I suppose there's only one thing left to do."

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder at Mace, frowning. "What's that?"

***

"REMEDIAL ORGANIZATION??? How is that even a class!"

"It's technically the class for Initiates to help with their future mission reports, but since you weren't an Initiate and seem to have gotten around taking it during your time as a Padawan, it's a glaring gap in your class record." Mace kept his face serene as Skywalker turned redder and redder. "I'm afraid without these credits, your Knighthood might be revoked."

Skywalker looked about ready to break the pad he'd been handed with his new "requirements" and Mace frowned, feeling the anger around him coalescing in the Force. He made a note to put Remedial Meditation down, as well. That could be tomorrow's surprise.

As it was, Skywalker had released some of the emotions and had a noticeably growing resolve. He was on his comm, calling...ah.

"Obi-Wan! Windu is trying to--"

"Master Windu, Anakin," Obi-Wan's long suffering voice echoed in the chamber.

The response was some odd pouting scowl that made Skywalker look like he was constipated. "Fine! Master Windu is saying if I don't take some courses for Initiates the Council is going to revoke my Knighthood!"

There was a short pause as Obi-Wan stroked his beard, doing an admirable job of pretending to take Skywalker's complaint seriously. Of course, he'd had to raise the man, and before him deal with Jinn, so Mace wasn't surprised.

"I'm afraid I can't help you, Anakin. The Council of First Knowledge handles the educational requirements. It's a surprise we're only hearing about it now, but you were brought into the Temple very late and we shouldn't be surprised that for all the exceptions they've made, there are a few areas where they are holding firm."

Nothing that was said seemed to calm Skywalker down, but he didn't fight Obi-Wan on it, which seemed like a minor miracle. He ended the call with a grumble, shot Mace a withering look, and then swept out of the room with a surprising lack of grace for such a good fighter.

He'd have to add some shii-cho classes to the schedule, as well.

***

"REMEDIAL MEDITATION?" Anakin threw the datapad across the room and stomped around, seething. "I know how to meditate! I could meditate whenever I wanted to!"

Ahsoka wisely didn't reply, eyes sliding to the side in the hope that her Master wouldn't notice. There was a reason Master Obi-Wan handled most of her advanced meditation practice.

"Maybe it will be a good thing, Master? You'll be on Coruscant more!"

He paused and considered that. "You're right! I'll get to see Padm--um, my friends, more!"

She'd already looked through the lesson plans he'd been given and took care not to point out that he might want to check if he'd have any free time, first, before saying anything. It wasn't her place.

#character: anakin skywalker #character: depa billaba #character: obi wan kenobi #character: mace windu #ship: maceobi #theme: clone wars #theme: humor #theme: jedi culture #character: ahsoka tano #theme: human disaster anakin skywalker

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