#The Cat People and their Outer Regions
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On The Edge | Din Djarin
A bounty takes you and The Mandalorian to Batuu and he reveals his true desires.
rating: explicit | pairing: din djarin x afab!reader | wc: 7.1k | read on ao3
warnings: canonical type violence, fluff, SMUT [vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, praise kink, blind folds], mutual pining
this is a repost from old blogs of mine but it is my writing <3
Wild space fascinates you. The Unknown Regions of the galaxy are just that— unknown. Black holes, supernovas, and strange phenomena are largely unexplored and still remain a mystery to most space travelers. You’ve dreamt about what it might be like to witness a burst of colorful energy, no longer wishing to be a star, but rather a spectacle to be seen.
You’ve loved the many parts of the galaxy you’ve seen, planets you often frequented, but the stars always look the same no matter where you are. Inner, Mid, or Outer Rim.
As Mando lands the Crest at one of the ports on Batuu, you know this is the closest you’ll get to being in Wild Space. You’ve read stories and heard tales of travelers who stopped on Batuu before making their journey into the unknown. You are at the edge of the galaxy and you want to explore.
Thankfully, Mando said you can take Grogu with you to the Black Spire Outpost while he is off tracking his bounty… or bounties. Batuu has largely become a backwater world full of smugglers, gamblers, and those who want to stay off the grid. Since travelers no longer need to make a stop on the planet before venturing further into space thanks to advancements in hyperspace technology, it’s been the perfect hideout. It’s a haven for those who prefer life in the shadows.
Still, trading outposts thrive with shops and popular eateries. You can’t wait to get Grogu out of the ship and stretch your legs.
You are definitely in need of some new clothes thanks to a run-in with a couple of testy loth-cats going after the Child. Speaking of Grogu, he’s in need of some actual toys. And maybe you’ll get something for The Mandalorian to remember you by if you ever met an untimely fate.
Hey, running around with a bounty hunter and a child is a dangerous business. Not to mention the bounty that was once on your head, too. Nevertheless, after nearly a year with the gruff Mandalorian and curious child, you would trade your life for theirs without an ounce of hesitance.
You like Mando more than you like to admit. He broody, you’re bubbly. He’s quiet, you’re talkative. He’s realistic, you’re a dreamer. Sometimes you feel like you’re chipping away at his Beskar wall, discovering parts of Mando he’s forgotten about himself. You never pry, you always let him lead the conversation. And actual conversations with The Mandalorian are few and far between. But when you have them, they matter more to you than he knows.
Mando stands from his chair and heads for the armory. You follow close behind, Grogu nestled in your arms. You’ve gotten quite good at descending the ladder with one hand from the amount of time you hold the Child.
“Here.” Mando shoves your WESTAR-35 pistol against you. You grab it with your free hand before he releases it to gather more weapons for his trek. You are about to say that you don’t want it, but he speaks before you do. “It’s seedy out there. And you’re taking the Kid. Just to be safe. Do you have your knife?”
You roll your eyes. If there’s anything you’ve learned about Mando that’s surprised you, it’s that he worries. A lot.
“ It’s not paranoia if you encounter untrustworthy people every day. It’s being proactive.” You remember him telling you many months ago. You think it’s sweet he wants you to be protected. Or maybe it’s more for the Kid.
“Maker, Mando. We’re just going to the shops and getting something to eat.”
“I just want you to be prepared. You’re very—” Mando stops abruptly, catching himself before he says something he wants to keep to himself. “I don’t want… someone might try to take advantage of you.”
“You know I’m too keen to let that happen. I have my wits, my weapons, and my good looks.” You place Grogu on his feet so you can conceal your pistol beneath your shirt. You check your side pocket, ensuring you have the knife Mando crafted for you. It’s a more thoughtful gift than you initially realized, but you cherish it now.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Mando mumbles, turning away from you.
What does that mean? Before you can ask, he turns back around with a pouch of credits. “This is yours to spend.” And then he hands you another. “This is for food. For you and Grogu. Save your credits.”
Your eyebrows crease together. He is being awfully generous today… perhaps it’s because he knows how long you’ve dreamt of visiting the Black Spire Outpost. Or perhaps it’s because he’s tracking three bounties and knows he’s in for a big payday when he gets all of them back to Karga.
He stares at you while you think of the reason why he’s given you so much. Then your face relaxes. Just be thankful.
“Thank you, Mando. Bright Eyes and I are gonna get a feast at Ronto Roasters, aren’t we, buddy?”
The Child quirks up at you, cooing at the thought of something carnivorous to eat.
“Just be careful,” Mando warns while the three of you descend the ramp with the Kid’s pram beside you.
“I know.”
“I’ll be gone for at least a few days. I might not return until I have acquired all three bounties.”
“Okay,” you say contentedly. It’s routine for Mando to leave for extended periods of time. Sometimes you’d go a couple of days without communication and that used to worry you, but it doesn’t anymore. After about two months of traveling with him, you two decided that if you hadn’t heard anything from him: a hello, an update, or anything after seven days, you would contact him. He also said if you ever needed anything, you could turn on the comms. Every time Mando leaves, he hopes you need something. Hopes you want to hear his voice just as much as he wants to hear yours. You never do, though.
“Mando?”
The bounty hunter twists his head in your direction. He’d been looking towards the outpost, silent and brooding. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.” He bends down to pick up the Kid. “Behave, okay? Listen to your mother.”
Your heart squeezes. He can’t go around saying things like “your mother” because that would imply Mando is “his father” and that would imply that the three of you are a family. And you’re not a family. Right? What constitutes a family, anyway? Certainly not a bounty hunter and his two ex-bounties he’s decided to keep for the long haul. Now you’re the one staring at the outpost.
“I’ll…” Mando places your shared child in the pram. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”
Grogu’s ears drop, a tell-tale sign of his sadness or disappointment. He knows Mando is leaving. He looks over at you with big, sorrowful eyes.
“How could we? You’re the life of the party, Mando,” you say lightly. You get a little chuckle out of him because you both know that you’re the entertaining one. Still, you wish you could walk around the outpost together, have a meal together, and share the experience of being at the edge of the galaxy together.
But off you go in different directions, Mando’s cape whipping in the wind. You look back at him several times and he looks back at you until you and Grogu disappear into the crowd.
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“What do you think about this?” You hold up a light brown shawl with a hood. The fabric is light and drapey, and it would be ideal for cooler nights on temperate planets. You’ve already purchased a heavier jacket, made with stiffer and thicker material equipped with many practical pockets from another merchant. You also got new pants to replace the ones the loth-cats tore through, as well as some flowy and airy pants for warmer weather. Mando gave you the money to spend, right? Might as well get a new wardrobe with it.
Grogu coos in approval at the shawl you are showing him and you decide to pay for this last piece of clothing and then head to the Toydarian Toymaker. Although you know Grogu will still play with anything but an actual toy, you still feel bad all he has is the metal ball from the lever in the cockpit.
“What an interesting looking child you have there,” the Trandoshan clerk comments as he takes your credits. You glance at Grogu in the pram, unsuspecting of the tone the Trandoshan spoke in. You take your shawl from the counter and take the Kid out of the egg. You hold onto him tightly as the worker stares at him. His thin tongue slips out of his mouth and licks his scales.
Not good.
“Thank you. Goodbye,” you grab the rest of your purchases and walk calmly but swiftly out of the shop. Not good, not good, not good. The pram only moves so fast, so you know it’s best to keep the Child in your arms. Your bags of new clothing weigh heavily on your shoulder as you try not to obviously run away from the Trandoshan. You look behind you to see if he’s trailing you.
Grogu giggles wildly against you, rather enjoying his excursion. “Now’s not the time, Kid. I think we’ve got trouble.”
You pass by unassuming patrons, many of them walking leisurely from store to store. “Sorry! Sorry!” You apologize to a mother when you bumped into her son. She curses at you in her native language but you’re already gone. As you round the corner to the port where the Crest is, a loud croak emerges behind you. You immediately drop your bag and whip out your pistol from behind your back.
The shopkeeper is nearing you with his blaster pointed at your face. His yellow eyes bore into you, trying to determine what your next move is. Your arm is aimed steadily at the reptilian creature, your controlled and intentional breathing calming you. There is no one else around the port and you’re not sure if that comforts or concerns you. No witnesses. No helpers, either. Not that anyone would help, anyway.
“Hand over the kid,” he sneers while stepping closer. You walk backward as he does so, not once taking your eyes off of him. Grogu’s soft ear brushes against your arm as he looks up at you.
“Over my dead body.”
“If that is what you wish…”
Blast!
Unfaltering, you fire your pistol, dead center in the Trandoshan’s chest. He drops to the ground with a heavy thud and wisps of smoke trail into the air. A wave of relief washes over you and you kiss the top of Grogu’s fuzzy head.
But then you realize it shouldn’t have been so easy. Trandoshans relish in the thrill of the hunt. That was hardly a fight and there didn’t seem to be any real sense of urgency for acquiring your child. Was he hunting Grogu as a bounty or as a snack? Both thoughts make you shiver. You place him back in his pram and close it. You cautiously walk towards the Trandoshan, still lying on the ground. You know that they are quick to heal but don’t know the full extent of their abilities. You kick his blaster out of arm's reach before standing over him and shooting him in the head. And then the chest again…
You need to be sure he’s dead and you’ve never killed a Trandoshan before. If it was overkill, so be it. You’ll do anything to protect your child.
Now you just need to figure out what to do with the body…
You grab your bag full of new clothing and open Grogu’s egg. There he is, bright-eyed and smiling at you. You feel bad you didn’t get around to buying him anything, but perhaps you’ll go back out. Or maybe that’s a bad idea. You need to talk to Mando. But you also know he’d likely come back to make sure everything was okay. And you have everything under control.
Safe in the ship, you hike up to the cockpit to get on the comms. You hope it doesn’t freak him out, since you’ve never contacted him before. What if he’s tailing his bounty? What if he is fighting them and you distract him and he ends up killed?
No, your Mandalorian is too good for that to happen. You sit down in Mando’s seat and hover your finger over the intercom button. Here it goes.
Static crackles before the airway goes clear. “M-Mando?”
“Sarad?” Mando says immediately. You let out a sigh of relief when you hear your nickname. A nickname you still don’t know the meaning of. “Are you okay? Grogu?”
You swallow. Why are you so nervous? You killed the guy, Grogu is safe, and you feel… fine? “We’re both fine. Well, I mean… not fine. We’re not hurt. It’s just that—”
“What is it,” Mando pressed, adding your name at the end.
“We were at a shop. Everything was fine until it wasn’t. A Trandoshan was taking the money and he made a comment about Grogu and it was just off. He was so creepy and his eyes looked hungry. I just grabbed my things and took off. I made it to the ship but he was already there. He said to hand over the Kid and I said ‘over my dead body,’ and I shot him. And then I shot him again. And then again. I had to make sure he was dead, you know? I don’t know if he had a fob, I didn’t hear it at all. I feel so guilty because I shopped so much and I didn’t get anything for Grogu so I thought maybe we’d go back out but is that a bad idea? It’s probably a bad idea. But we’re so far out and we just got here so maybe that guy just wanted to eat him? I-”
“Sarad, take a breath,” Mando says calmly. He can just imagine you in a frazzled state with unfocused eyes when telling him a story.
You do as he says, breathing in deeply. Oh, that feels good. Your lungs appreciated the taste of air. Have you not taken a breath that whole time?
“Where is the Trandoshan now?”
“Right where I killed him. Outside of the ship. What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Is there anyone else at the port?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Local patrol will eventually find him. If they try to make contact with you on the ship, ignore it. They’ll think no one is on board and they have no rights to search it.” He sounds so sure of himself, but you can’t help but imagine patrol boarding the ship and arresting you.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Do you want me to come back?”
How are you supposed to answer that? Of course, you want him to come back. You always want him to come back the minute he leaves. You want to go back to the Black Spire and shop with him, have him help you find something for Grogu. But he has a job to do. And stealing your heart was not one of them.
“No, we’ll be fine,” you sigh.
“We’ll talk later,” Mando says gently, promisingly. Hopefully.
A couple of hours later, local patrol indeed picks up the Trandoshan you killed and makes no effort in contacting you on the ship.
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The Crest is quiet and still. Grogu is taking a nap and you’re doing a deep clean of the weapons. Mando has been gone for three days and you’ve talked every day. Usually, he is the one who gets on, asking if you are around. Of course, you’re around. Where else would you go? You can’t tell him you’re too scared to go back to the outpost, so you told him you would use this time to clean the ship and make any repairs that you’d been putting off.
Every barrel, chamber, handle, and trigger of the blasters are as good as new. You disassembled each of them and meticulously put them back together. Mando, of course, has his pulse rifle and several other weapons, so you won’t be able to clean them until he comes back.
You miss him. You miss him more than you ever have and you don’t know why. You’re used to being away from him and not talking for extended lengths of time. Now you’re talking to him every day, throughout the day, and you long to have him next to you. To have his broad figure taking up half of the space in the cockpit and his modulated breathing as a comforting sound to help you sleep.
There’s only so much you can do to entertain Grogu. You tell him the same tales of travelers venturing into the unknown frontier of Wild Space, helping him practice the Force magic with the metal ball and other objects around the ship, coming up with songs while you tinker with repairs. You love him, but you’re getting a little stir-crazy. You want to go back to the Outpost and you want Mando.
You close up the armory and decide to join Grogu for a nap when you hear Mando say your name over the comms. “You there?”
“I’m here,” you say into your portable communicator. You fixed it on the second day so you don’t have to stay in the cockpit or race up whenever Mando reaches out.
“Good. I- I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Thump, thump. You place your hand over your heart. Cool it. “Oh. well, hi. How are you?”
“Good,” he replies, unconvincingly. He’s tired. You know he is.“I’ve got two of the bounties. I’m on my way back.”
Your heart hammers harder. Depending on where he is, he could be back before or by nightfall. You could see him tonight, tomorrow morning at the very latest. He’d be stinky and probably grumpy like he always is when he comes back from a long hunt, but he’d be home.
And you can figure out what the stars is going on with your emotions. Maybe. Hopefully. Or they’ll get worse.
“That’s good. I, um… we miss you.”
You feel like you can hear Mando smile. “I miss you, too,” he says quietly, unsure if he wants you to hear him say it. “Both of you,” he follows up. “I’ll be back soon.”
I miss you, too. You think that’s the closest you’ll get to knowing how Mando feels about you. He misses you. He’s given you gifts. He trusts you with the Child. It may not be a proclamation of love or anything, but it’s enough. For now.
“Blech.” An unfamiliar voice on Mando’s end grouches. “ Who is that? Your girlfriend or something?”
“Shut it,” Mando warns sternly. “Sorry,” he says more gently, directed at you, you presume.
“It’s okay.”
Several whines come from behind the storage door Mando uses as a sleeping bunk. Grogu has just woken up from his nap. “Hold on, the Kid’s waking up. I’m sure he’d love to hear your voice.”
“Alright.”
You press the control panel and the door slides open quickly. Grogu smiles when his bright inky eyes land on you. He babbles happily and raises his arms out toward you. “Hey buddy,” you lift him out of the hammock. “Say ‘hi’ to Dad.”
Grogu coos into your communicator.
“Hey, Kid,” Mando says. “Has your buir been taking good care of you?”
“No, we’ve been eating nothing but junk food and killing more Trandoshans,” you reply on behalf of Grogu.
Mando lets himself chuckle at your comment. “I’m sure you have been.”
“I think I’m going to hurl. I’d rather be dead than listen to this conversation.” The same mysterious voice interjects again. The bounty can’t even hear what you’re saying. They must be filling in your replies with their imagination.
“I gave you the option,” your bounty hunter calls back to his infamous one-liner.
“Hey,” you offer gently. “Just worry about getting back safely. We’ll see you when you get back.”
“Can’t wait, sarad. ”
The comm goes silent. Your heart is hammering, your tummy is bubbling and your head is reeling. Mando wanted to hear your voice. He said he can’t wait to see you. You look at Grogu and ask, “Do you have any idea what’s going on between me and your dad?”
Your child replies back with a curious coo. You’re in love with him, you assume he says. Can it be? Are you in love with The Mandalorian?
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It feels like hours had gone by since you last spoke with Mando. You thought every sound you heard was the ramp lowering. You paced the hull of the ship, climbed up and down the ladder, and played with Grogu until you grew impossibly antsy. Those bounties must be slowing him down.
When Mando finally comes back, you’re using the kriffing vacc tube!
A clamoring erupts from the other side of the door, much of it sounding like resistance from the two bounties. Just as you emerge from the vacc tube, Mando is pushing one of the bounties into the carbonite freezer. The other, a tall, blonde, human male is looking directly at you. His wrists are bound in front of him and he knows what his near future is looking like, but that doesn’t stop him from smirking at you. “Hey there, pretty thing.”
“Mando, you’re back,” you smile lightly, ignoring the bounty’s comment. It’s the same voice you heard over the comms. As you begin to walk towards them, the bounty frowns at you, extending his shackled arms forward, trying to catch the fabric of your shirt between his fingers.
“Now, that’s no way to treat a guest. You just gonna let her ignore me like that?”
You roll your eyes and punch him firmly in the gut. You (and Mando) watch with contentment as he doubles over in pain. You know how to land a good blow, which is just part of why Mando keeps you around. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you taunt. “Was that the kind of attention you wanted?”
You kick him into the freezer and let Mando hit the control. The man’s slender face grimaces, temporarily immortalizing his expression until he’s defrosted.
“Hi,” Mando finally says. “Did he touch you? Are you alright?”
You shrug. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m really just… I’m happy to see you.”
Mando sighs and steps closer to you. As you let him into your space, you breathe him in. He doesn’t smell as bad as you thought he might. Granted, the weather on Batuu is pretty mild. No extreme heat to cause excessive sweating beneath his armorweave and Beskar. Still, he’s gone four days without a shower. It doesn’t matter. You want to hug him. You want to be all around him, swallowed in his scent. You’ve missed him so kriffing much, you don’t even realize he’s brought his gloved hand up to your forehead. Your skin prickles and your breath catches in your throat. He traces a line down your face to your chin. He angles your head towards his and Maker, nothing is normal about this.
“What are you thinking about?”
I’m thinking about how much I’ve missed you and how I want to get on my knees and–
“Hey, Grogu,” Mando notices your child tugging at the hem of his pants. He lifts him in his arms. Grogu clings onto Mando’s cowl and babbles happily. “I’ve missed you, too.”
“A-are you going back out? For the third bounty?”
Mando shakes his head. “The third bounty isn’t here anymore.”
Oh. That means you’re leaving Batuu. You didn’t even have a chance to get anything for Grogu or Mando. He can tell you’re disappointed by the way your face falls. “We can stay another day. If you wanted to go back to the Outpost together.”
Can he read minds now?
“Yeah, that sounds nice. Are you hungry? We don’t have any food left, but we can go back to Ronto Roasters and bring it back here. Or I can go out and let you spend some time with Grogu and freshen up.” You can tell how exhausted he is. You don’t even have to see his face to know that. His shoulders reveal a multitude of traits— they adopt a heaviness when he’s tired. They roll back when he’s intimidating a bounty. And when he’s with you and Grogu, you feel as though he finally lets himself relax.
“You sure you want to go out alone?” Mando’s voice is tentative. He knows you were worried about going back out with Grogu, but he isn’t sure how you feel about going out alone. He knows you’re capable of it. You have your pistol, your knife, and your solid fists.
“I’m good. Is that what you want me to do?”
Not really, he thinks. He wants you to stay on the ship. He wants to hear about everything you and Grogu got up to while he was gone. He wants to see what you got for yourself at the outpost, but most of all, he just doesn’t want you to leave. He wants to be with you. But then his stomach rumbles. Dank ferrik. He hasn’t eaten anything substantial in days. As much as it displeases him, he agrees to let you go back out.
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The Mandalorian is taking a nap when you return with the food. You half expected him to be asleep with the Child in his arms and you are right. Grogu is anything but tired, having already taken four naps during the day. He’s nestled against Mando’s side, nice and safe from the monsters lurking in the shadows.
You set the food down at the foot of the closet and tap on the wall. Mando lifts his head and smiles beneath his helmet. “Food’s hot, if you want it,” you inform. You turn to make your way up the ladder but stop when you hear scuffling and feel a gloved hand on your wrist.
“Stay?” Mando wonders.
He wants you to stay? While he eats? You were only going to do what you always do. If Mando’s eating below deck, you go up top, and vice versa. “You don’t want to eat?”
“I- I do. I was wondering… if you might want to eat together. Back to back,” he quickly adds. “I trust you,” he emphasizes those last three words, reiterating the bond you two have built over the past eleven months.
“I’d love nothing more than to have dinner with you, Mando.”
You begin taking out the food, arranging it in a line on the floor of the Crest. You gather three plates while Mando opens the containers of meat, vegetables, and starch.
With piles of food on each of your plates, you and Mando sit back to back, with Grogu on your lap. He isn’t moving and neither are you. He might have suggested the idea, but if he’s having second thoughts, you don’t want him to be uncomfortable. “We don’t have to do this,” you say.
“No,” Mando quickly replies. “I want to. Just… do you promise not to look, sarad ?”
“I promise on all the stars of the known and unknown galaxies. I would never betray your trust.” You try to comprehend the gravity of this action for him. It’s forbidden for him to show his face to any living thing. And although you’re not going to see his face, here he is, removing his helmet in your presence. Because he trusts you.
With a click, hiss, and a clunk, his helmet was off. You glance behind you, to see the glimmer of his helmet on the ground. You snap your head back and look straight. You tell yourself to focus on Grogu getting grease on your new pants, to focus on the inviting food on your plate, to focus on anything but your helmetless Mandalorian. You begin shoving your face with Solanum. Grogu offers you a piece of meat with a coo.
“You with me, sarad ?”
You almost choke on the food in your mouth. His voice rings through your ears and your spine shivers. Clear and unmodulated, raspy and gruff, but gentle all the same. You want to hear him again. You swallow. “Here. I’m here.”
“Got nervous for a second. You were so quiet. It’s unlike you.”
“Ha,” you deadpan. You can’t very well say you were silent because the only thoughts in your head are of him. What his face looks like, why he waited until now to do this, why he wanted to do this. “Do you like the food?” You ask instead.
“Yes. It’s very good. Does Grogu like it?” Mando already knows the answer to the question, both of you knowing that the Kid likes everything, especially if it’s meat.
“He’s almost done,” you laugh. You wonder how such a little thing can eat so much and so quickly. A large meal always tuckers him out, though.
Mando hums in acknowledgment.
You finish dinner in comfortable silence. Grogu is sacked out in your arms by the time you two are done. “Gonna put him in the hammock. Don’t turn around, okay?” You’re already facing the bunk from the dinner so at least you don’t have to pass him.
“Okay,” he replies.
“Good night, little one.” You run your hand over the top of Grogu’s fuzzy head. You close the door and warn Mando that you’re turning around. “Wait,” you shut your eyes. “Am I allowed to see the color of your hair? I’m closing my eyes, my eyes are shut.”
The Mandalorian rises from the floor and takes long strides over to where you’re standing. Right next to the vacc tube and sleeping bunk. How romantic. “Keep them closed,” he whispers close to you.
You jump reactively, placing your hand over your heart. You instinctively want to open your eyes, but you squeeze them tight, scrunching your nose along with them. “Maker, Mando. You scared me.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and brings it down to your sides. He slides his hand into yours. You can feel his breath on your face, all warm and savory from your meal.
“It’s okay,” you answer softly. You let the tension in your face fall while still keeping your eyes closed. The tension in your chest, however, is a different story. It’s growing and stretching and clenching.
“You’re so beautiful, sarad.” Mando threads his fingers between yours. “I’ve always thought so but seeing you through my own eyes, it’s so clear. Mesh’la.”
“What does that mean?”
“Beautiful,” he answers. You’re half surprised, seeing as he hasn’t told you what sarad means.
“I-I’m sure you’re beautiful, too.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it, Mando.” That name feels wrong now that he’s taken off his helmet. Doesn’t his helmet make him a Mandalorian? Now he’s just a man in armor, his face exposed to you, and Mando isn’t his name. He has a real name that goes with his face. The name his parents gave him when he was born. You wish so deeply to know who he really is. “You have a kindness to you. I don’t know if you know that you possess it, but you do. You’ve taken me and Grogu under your wing, you care for us and worry about us… it all makes you beautiful.”
“ Sarad. My sweet sarad. You see things in me that I don’t. You’re kinder than me, more thoughtful than me. You’re selfless and generous. You take care of me and the Kid. You make me want to be a better person. I want…”
You feel his forehead rest against yours. Your legs are going to buckle beneath you, your heart is about to escape and leap into Mando’s chest. You can have it!
“I want you,” Mando finally admits. And just like that, your heart is no longer yours. It is his and his to do what he wants with it. He can break it, he can cherish it, he can keep it forever. Because the culmination of everything you two have been through has led to this moment in the Crest.
You don’t even think. You tilt your head up blindly and press your lips against his. They are soft, but the scruff above his lip is coarse. He doesn’t hesitate, either. He moves against you, putting his hands on either side of your cheeks. He brings you impossibly closer to him, afraid that if he lets you go he’ll never get you back. The deep scent of leather from his gloves invades your senses as his tongue slips into your mouth. Your own hands find themselves in his hair.
“Is this okay?” you mumble against him.
“M-more than okay. Want…” he kisses harder before pulling away to look at you. Your eyes are still closed but your mouth is agape. You lean forward, wishing to fill the void Mando created.
“What?” you furrow your brows.
“I want more. If you’ll let me.”
You tug on the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hair is soft and you can tell he keeps it well-trimmed. “You mean you want to have sex with me?”
Mando— you wish you knew his name— almost snickers. At least, that’s what it sort of sounds like. “Among other things, mesh’la .”
“Like what?” You gulp.
“Like hearing you say my name.”
First, he takes off his helmet and now he wants you to say his name? Did he hit his head out there? “Wh-what?”
He pushes your hair away from your forehead and trails his hands down your exposed arms before landing at your hands. He grasps them firmly, then brings them to your chest. “My name is Din Djarin. And I’d like to hear you say it.”
Din Djarin. Din Djarin. You know your Mandalorian’s name. How wizard is that? “Din Djarin,” you say tenderly. “Din Djarin. A beautiful name for a beautiful man.”
Din just gave you his heart, and then some. Who he is under the armor and helmet. Who his parents made him to be. He’s just a man. A brave man, a complicated man. A man you wish to know everything about. You’ve known him for eleven months and you’ve only just learned his name. You can’t help but think you’ve got a long way to go.
“Will you let me take care of you, mesh’la ? Will you let me have you?”
You nod promptly. Your center is already pooling with arousal, aching with anticipation. “Please, Din. Let you do anything.”
Something is stirring deep within Din when he hears his name roll off your tongue. Like you were made to say his name. You and only you. “Good. Stay here, sweet girl. Keep your eyes closed.”
You do as he says, soon hearing him rummage through the storage bins against the wall. You aren’t waiting long before he comes back to you. “Turn around.”
“Would it kill you to say please?”
Maker, you’re insufferable sometimes. “Please.”
“Thank you.” You turn on your heels. Din places a light piece of fabric over your eyes and you immediately know why he’s blindfolding you. Din turns you back around and his lips return to yours, sending surprise tingles through your body. His hands can’t decide where they want to be– first your face, then your hair, then down to your waist before settling on your hips. He digs his fingers into your backside, pulling you closer to his body. He nudges his thigh between your legs, briefly brushing the spot that desperately needs attention. You groan, rolling your head back and allowing Din perfect access to your neck.
He places light kisses down the expanse of your neck, peppering them from your collarbone, up to the corner of your jaw. You lower yourself onto his cold Beskar cuisse, hoping to create some friction against your center.
Unsuccessful.
“Need you,” you breathe, struggling to find purchase on his armored body. Maker, there is barely anything for you to cling to, save for his cowl and cape.
“What do you need, mesh’la ?”
“F-fingers, mouth, anything. Just more. Please,” you lean your head down on Din’s pauldron, steadying yourself with his shoulders when he removes his thigh from between your legs. He picks you up in one fell swoop, making you yelp in surprise. He walks two paces over to your bedroll and gently lays you down.
“How about both?” Din slides your flowy pants and underwear down your legs. His cock twitches with each inch of skin that is revealed. He kisses over your navel, down to your center where you’re glistening for him. He removes his gloves and places them in the pile with your pants. “Perfect,” he breathes. “Just perfect.”
Din drags two fingers up your folds and presses on your clit. You shudder beneath him, overwhelmed by what you cannot see. His face mere inches from your pussy, the lust in his eyes for you and all that you have to offer. He pushes your legs open, leaving one hand holding down your thigh. He plays with the slick between your folds, teasing your entrance with two fingertips. He waits for you to beg again, to say his name with fervor before pushing into you with thick digits. “ Maker, Din!”
His fingers alone fill you well, stretching you and preparing you for his cock. At the same time, he brings his lips down to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Your hands finally found something to grasp onto in the form of his hair. His fingers work quickly against your walls and it’s not long before you’re squirming against your bed. His hands are rough but his mouth is soft and warm. He hums and groans against you as his cock is becoming too painful to ignore. He fiddles with his zipper with one hand while continuing to pleasure you with the other. And with his mouth still on your cunt, he’s proving to be quite the multitasker.
“Din, I don’t wanna… don’t wanna cum yet,” you dig your head into your mattress when he sucks harshly on your clit.
“You’ll cum as many times as I want you to.” Din kisses the soft flesh of the inside of your thigh. He does the same on the other. “So if I want you to cum on my fingers and my mouth, you’re going to do just that.”
At this, Din inserts a third finger and you yelp, arching your back and fingers fisting your sheets. “Fuck! Feels good, Din. Feels so good.”
He rubs his hand over the head of his cock, spreading his precum down the rest of his length. He groans into you and begins pumping himself at the same pace of his fingers fucking you. “Cum, mesh’la. I want you to cum before you take my cock.”
You feel the sensation creep into your system. Din’s fingers and mouth overwhelm you and take away all control you had over your body. The coil begins to unravel, and your clit pulses as your orgasm washes through you. Your thighs quake and your breath staggers. Din laps all of you up, allowing you to ride out your high against his mouth. “Good girl, mesh’la. Such a good girl.”
Din brings his lips up to yours as he aligns himself with your entrance. “Can I?”
“Please,” you nod.
Immediately, Din rolls his hips into you. Stretching you wide and filling you high, you’re thankful Din took the time to prepare you. He is still, perhaps waiting for you to adjust. He kisses you tenderly and releases a heavy sigh as he revels in the feel of you around him. It’s far better than he imagined. He never thought he’d feel so complete. There’s no place in the galaxy he’d rather be.
“M-move, Din. Please,” you breathe into him, finding yourself, yet again, drawn to the textured locks on his head. He slowly begins to thrust into you, setting a page that allows him to take his time. He’s weighed down by all of his clothing and armor, breaking more of a sweat with keeping himself from putting all of his weight on you. “Let me ride you, Din. Please, just lay down and rest.”
You’ve always known how to take control of a situation and he isn’t going to argue with you. Din halts his movements, removes himself from you, and lays beside you on your bedroll. You blindly swing your thigh over him, grabbed the base of his cock, and lowered yourself onto him. His hands grip either side of your hips, guiding you up and down. You rip your shirt over your head, exposing the dusty blush bralette you have on. Din groans upon seeing the mounds of your breast, the way the lacy and sheer fabric looks against your skin. So kriffing perfect, he thinks. You lean down, wrapping your arms around Din’s back.
Din juts his hips up into you, eliciting another yelp from your perfect mouth. It won’t be long before you cum again. You two work together, creating a rhythm that flows beautifully. Your moans and his grunts compose the melody. A sweet and harmonious sound. He sucks and kisses your collar, while you do the same on his neck and jawline. You learn his scruff isn’t just around his mouth. He has the makings of a beard.
“Gonna cum soon, sarad, ” Din pants.
“Me too,” you moan. Din slips his hand between you, finding your clit with ease. “Maker! Fuck!”
With the additional friction of his fingers against your swollen bud, you’re done for. Your body falls limp against Din and he holds you tightly while he spills his thick seed inside of you. His cock twitches while you clench around him. “ Nngh,” he groans weakly. You stay wrapped in his arms for a moment, savoring this first time with Din.
“Thank you, mesh’la,” Din whispers. “I need to wash up. I’m sorry. I should’ve before we… but I fell asleep…”
“It’s okay,” you smile gently. You imagine what he must look like. Flustered, flushed, and sweaty. You roll off of him and tell him you’ll wait for him in the bunk with the lights off.
“Okay,” he kisses you. He gets up from the bedroll and climbs up the ladder to the ‘fresher. You take off your blindfold when it was safe to do so. You have to blink a couple of times to adjust to the light. You tidy your clothes into a pile near your bed, use the vacc tube, and change into your sleeping clothes. You crawl into the sleeping bunk, shimmying under the covers that smell so strongly of Din.
As you wait for him to finish washing up, you can only think of one thing.
Forget about Wild Space. You want to discover anything and everything there is to know about Din Djarin.
ugh i'm still so proud of this piece
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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2B
Lillias White (1951)
“LILLIAS WHITE is the quadruple-crown winner of the 1997 Tony Award, Drama Desk Award, Outer Critics Award, and the People’s Choice Award for Best Featured Actress in a Musical for her performance as Sonja in The Life. Ms. White received unqualified acclaim for her triumphant portrayal of Jonsey in the recent revival of How to Succeed in Business… Her previous Broadway appearances include Cats (Grisabella), Once On this Island (Asaka), Dreamgirls (Effie), Rock ‘n’ Roll The First 5000 Years (Aretha Franklin) and Barnun (Joyce Heth). Off-Broadway she starred in Waiting for Godot, The Pincess & The Black-Eyed Pea, Antigone Africanus and Romance in Hard Times for which she won an Obie Award. Her national and internation tours include: Ain’t Misbehavin’, The Wiz, Tintypes and Dreamgirls (Drama Logue Award). She won an Emmy Award for her work on “Sesame Street” after which she made several guest appearances on “Law & Order” and “NYPD Blue.” She has appeared in concert at Carnegie Hall and Lincoln Center and as a guest soloist at The White House. She is featured int eh current Disney animated film Hercules in which she plays Calliope.” – Playbill bio from Sweet Charity: The Concert, June 17, 1998.
Andrea Martin (1947)
“ANDREA MARTIN (Aunt Kate, Frieda Fishbein, Beatrice Kaufman). LTC: My Favorite Year (Tony, Drama Desk, Theatre World awards). Broadway: Pippin (Tony, Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle, Drama League, Ellen Norton awards; Astaire nomination), Exit the King (DD, OCC, noms.), Young Frankenstein (Tony, DD noms.), Oklahoma! (Tony, DD noms.) Candide (Tony, DD noms.) Regional: The Matchmaker, The Royal Family (Williamstown), Betty’s Summer Vacation (Elliot Norton, IRNE awards), The Rose Tattoo (Huntington). Tour: Final Days: Everything Must Go. Film: The Producers, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, All Over the Gay, My Big Fat Green Wedding, Breaking Upwards. TV: “SCTV” (Two Emmy Awards), “Sesame Street” (Special Emmy Award), “The Simpsons,” “30 Rock,” “Nurse Jackie.” Upcoming: Night at the Museum 3, “Working the Engels” (NBC series) Andrea Martin’s Lady Parts (Harper Collins/ fall 2014). For Nicky.” – Playbill bio from Act One, May 2014.
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People’s Flag Wars: Round 1, Bracket 14
See the symbolism below.
The First Light flag is the official flag of Syracuse, New York, designed by Eric Hart.
Symbolism: “Through the use of simple color and shape the First Light flag shares a complex story of our people and personality, our geography and weather, our past and future, and our relationship to our surrounding area.
Six-Pointed Star: Symbolizes the Six Nations of the Haudenosaunee, of which the Onondaga Nation plays a central role. It symbolizes the six historical names by which Syracuse has been known: Salt Point, Webster's Landing, Bogardus Corners, Milan, South Salina, and Cossits' Corners (not incl. Corinth). It is the sun, a guiding light. Its central placement on the flag marks Syracuse's central location in New York State.
Mirrored triangles: Symbolizes the hills of Onondaga. The word onoñda'gega' means, "people of the hills" in the Onondaga language. The left triangle is the hill westward toward Hiawatha Lake. The right triangle is the hill eastward toward Thornden Park. The space between the triangles is the Onondaga Valley.
Star set between triangles: Symbolizes the sunrise over the Onondaga Valley.
This is described in a line from Syracuse University's Alma Mater, ". where the vale of Onondaga meets the Eastern sky." Represents a new day, a bright future, and good fortunes ahead.
Orange Star on White: Symbolizes our history of using the sun to pull white salt from our salt springs. It also represents the sun warming us during our cold, white winters.
The Chevron: Symbolizes the Roman numeral "V" indicating the five Syracuse Common Council Districts. It also represents "The V-Sign," international symbol for peace and friendship.
Three Distinct Triangles: Symbolic of the city's past, present and future. The left triangle points to the past. The central triangle points to the present. The right triangle points toward the future. It represents Syracuse across the ages. Syracuse: for now and forever.
Orange Symbolic of: The Sun, Regeneration, Restoration, Courage, Passion, Creativity
Azure Blue Symbolic of: Onondaga Lake, the Erie Canal, Perseverance, Intelligence
Navy Blue Symbolic of: The hills of Onondaga, Trust, Loyalty, Industriousness
White Symbolic of: Salt, Snow, Peace, Purity”
Family flag was made by an anonymous submitter.
Symbolism: “5 brothers (5 outer rings), 2 parents, connected to look like glasses (we all have glasses), a line to represent the fact me and my little brother are the only one of our brothers who live in the same house, and cat noses to represent our very likely deceased cat.”
Vădastra, Romania is a flag by Turcu Mihai that is planned to be adopted as the official city flag.
Symbolism:
“1. The Blue Background: The blue background represents the village's connection to the Olt County and the Oltenia region. Blue often symbolizes stability, tradition, and the natural surroundings, reflecting the rural setting and historical heritage of Vădastra.
2. The Yellow Stripes: The two corrugated yellow stripes crossing the flag from the lower-left corner to the upper-right corner can symbolize various aspects. Yellow often represents wealth, fertility, and the abundant agricultural resources that are vital to the village's economy. The corrugated design could evoke the rolling hills or fields of crops found in the area.
3. The Red Section: The red section in the lower-right corner, separated by the yellow lines, could symbolize the vitality and strength of the community. Red is often associated with energy, determination, and the spirit of the people who live in Vădastra.
4. The yellow vase: Including a tallos vase in the Canton (upper-left corner) is a direct reference to the village's rich vase culture and the historical significance of these artifacts. It highlights the deep-rooted history and archaeological discoveries that have been made in Vădastra, dating back thousands of years. Also this color completes the Romanian color scheme
Overall, our flag design combines elements that represent the village's history, culture, and economic foundation, creating a meaningful and unique symbol for Vădastra.”
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Hurrah we have another three, and there are only three left after this!
Kaalki, Xuppu, and Ziggy are yet another three kwami's of the third/outer ring of the Chinese Miracle box. For more information on this ring, please visit my post here.
Starting off we have Kaalki: Kaalki is the kwami of teleportation and presents as female. She wears a mixed outfit that would have been worn by horsemen, but also performers throughout different generations in the Chinese regions. She only grants one power to the wielder of the horse miraculous, Voyage, which allows them to create a portal and open a gateway that leads to wherever they'd like. She has these powers herself, of course, though she can use it much more quickly and can travel further distances.
This version of Kaalki strays way further away from what's canon in the show. In canon, she's sort of snobby and "womanly", I'd say, with a high ego and stuff like that. However, in my rewrite, I wanted to make her feel more connected to a horse. If you've ever met people with horses, or own them yourselves, you know that most of us wouldn't act in such a feminine, "city girl" way. So here, Kaalki is a tom boy. She's stubborn and blunt but works really hard on tasks she is given. She is strong willed and it is hard to force an opinion on her. She will stand her ground, and she's not afraid to get messy, which is why I gave her choppy hair as to signify. Hahah character designs.
Fun fact: Kaalki is the only kwami who has vitiligo.
Next with Xuppu: Zuppu is the kwami of jubilation and presents as male. I don't know the name of the outfit I gave him because in my notes for the kwamis I wrote, and I quote, "p a n t s". So I guess I was really excited that I gave him pants or something so sorry, I don't remember the history tied to it. Whoops. He only grants one power, Uproar, which gives the wielder of the monkey miraculous the ability to disturb/malfunction/mess with/alter an opponents power/ability, basically screwing everything up for them. It's the ultimate uno reverse. Xuppu has these powers himself, and can even screw with the powers of other kwamis if he's feeling like it.
We're going to assume we know what Xuppu's personality was like in the show. I've made him a jokester. He likes to play pranks, even when they go to far. He's an absolute troll. He encourages risky, outrageous behavior of others, and laughs in the face of trouble and consequence. He's like that one kid in the class who will make inappropriate jokes again and again, even under the threat of being sent outside. He just doesn't care, everything is a joke to him. He likes entertaining people, and wants to be the center of attention at all times. He likes wielders who have a sense of humor, and absolutely despises seriousness.
Fun fact: Xuppu is arguably the most human looking kwami within the Chinese Box.
Lastly, Ziggy (fun fact I have a cat named Ziggy lol): Ziggy is the kwami of passion, and presents female. Her dress comes from the Song dynasty, and is very very colorful as she adores vibrant colors. She only grants one power, Genesis, which allows the wielder of the goat miraculous the ability to create whatever they want, so long they know enough about it to make it. (Unlike Ladybug's Lucky Charm which creates something useful for the situation at hand, the wielder of the goat has to think of something on their own without knowing whether it'll be the solution to the problem or not) Ziggy has these powers herself, though she rarely uses it for fear of looking selfish.
We know nothing about Ziggy from canon, I can't even remember if she was really a girl or not so you know what? We're just gonna go for it. Ziggy is somewhat timid and shy, but she's very smart and quick on her feet. She likes people who are in control of their lives, and know exactly what they want and how they're gonna get it. She's sort of like a Slytherin, thusly, the people she chooses to wear her miraculous are often cunning, ambitious, passionate, and usually creative. She's an artist, and has filled Master Fu's sanctuaries over the years with her artwork which he will later sell to keep the place functioning. She's happy to support, as she prides herself on her helpfulness.
Fun fact: Ziggy rarely ever picks a wielder because she fears people will only use the power for selfish and greedy reasons, such as generating a hoard of money.
#whoop whoop only three more to go#I like Kaalki's design best#just because#None of these guys will end up with the wielders you expect#I guarantee it#miraculous#mlb#mlbrewrite#chat noir#ladybug#mlbredesign#art catastrophe#art catastrophe mlb rewrite#miracle box#art catastrophe miracle box#kwamis#kwami#ml kwamis#miraculous kwamis#ziggy#xuppu#kaalki
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4, 8, 21 for Sister Jon oc ask game. I actually know the answer to 21 and this is me putting u on blast slash u gotta brag about your feat minmaxing
(i am i literally saving 4 for another ask because you have COMPELLED me to write an ESSAY about LANGUAGES)
8. Describe their body type
Sister Jon:
Tall!!!!! beefy!!!!!!!!!! (6')
but specifically: broad shoulders, flat chested, strong thighs. Honestly, just googling “female swimmer’s build” will cover it. She is beefy because she is also a barbarian and needs to be strong enough to lovingly carry her husband, carefully manhandle her patients, and aggressively sprint with sword and shield.
Faustin:
Taller!!!!!! spindly!!!!!!! (6'3")
He is a dainty dandy with broad shoulders, and that’s just about it.
21. How many languages do they speak, and what are they?
…between the both of them…………….ALL OF THEM…………….. almost..........
Sister Jon: (In the order she learned them in)
Common/Elvish, Dwarven, Sylvan, Abyssal, Celestial, and Tabaxi. (Forged — she can understand it, but she cannot speak it)
The verbal components of her spells reflect the language she learned them in, and in the case of Celestial or Abyssal, the nature of the creature shes trying to appeal to or defend against.
She also creates needlessly complex ciphers for her personal notes and spells simply because its fun.
Faustin: (also in the order he learned them in)
Common/Warforged/Dwarven, Undercommon, Infernal, Abyssal, Elvish, and Primordial
AND THEN THERES A WHOLE ESSAY UNDER THE READMORE TOO since uh..... well theres a lot of character details and world flavor that you can put into language selection ok
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Elvish is the primary language of Luminere, the city she was born and raised in. So as a child, she was raised learning and speaking both Common and Elvish interchangeably.
Dwarven is a language she learned very early on, with her biggest motivation being research. Dwarven is the primary language in the north, and she prefers being able to read texts in the original language of the author, rather than having to go through a translation. With this academic focus, her usage of dwarven was largely formal. It wasn’t until she got in contact with Faustin that her verbiage become more and more relaxed, and specifically regionalized to Bachburg (Faustin’s hometown).
Sylvan is an ancient language that is all but dead. A lot of ancient and spiritual texts are written in Sylvan, so while its not uncommon for academics and scholars to have a shared connection in it, the Abbey of the Sacred Wall is one of the very few institutes that teaches Sylvan to full fluency. Despite being based in the center of Luminere, the Abbey has omitted Elvish from its spoken repertoire entirely and instead prioritizes Common and Sylvan.
Abyssal and Celestial she learned later in her academic career; the study of these languages being largely theoretical. They are not spoken by any cultures and peoples, outside of the individual aasimar, or someone with direct contact to outer planar beings. Its not unheard of for those dabbling in spiritualism to pick up a rough attempt at pronouncing key phrases in either language — such as basic words of warning or invitation before a seance — but to be able to speak either of them more accurately than the equivalent of an inter-generational game of telephone, is incredibly rare (and even then, often left to academic style and interpretation)
Given that her approach to exorcism is steeped heavily in separating the invading mind from that of the host, being able to speak and understand the languages spoken of the outer planes is vital. This is why she has studied the two languages so widely and so thoroughly.
Tabaxi she initially learned as a trade language, but became a language she studied for pure fun. She has a love of digging through niche shops for obscure books and rare components, and the best shops with the best products are often connected to the Cat-o-Lug trade circles. Tabaxi, being a trade language, is also heavily influenced by other languages — and seeing these other spoken languages converge in a single language like Tabaxi is endlessly fascinating to her.
Forged is a language that she can understand, but cannot speak. The language of the Warforged is protected and secretive. Its a language that they made on their own, for their own — and as such, is not a language she would ever actively pursue. Her knowledge of it comes entirely from Faustin. Through simple proximity, and more importantly, through his own decision to share it with her. The gift of his language is something truly precious to her, and even if she was physically capable of speaking it, she never would. Its not hers to speak, but it was his to share.
Bonus: Spell Casting
The verbal components to her spells reflect the languages she learned them in. The Abbey of the Sacred Wall maintains a very strong focus on exclusively Common or Sylvan (the language of the ancient texts they study and maintain). So, the verbal component to her Abjuration spells reflect that — Sylvan. While spells she learned from Faustin are spoken in Dwarven, and her more cerebral and spiritual spells in either Abyssal or Celestial — depending on which entity she’s needing to either appeal to or defend against.
Bonus: Ciphers.
With her love of language comes a genuine love in crafting ciphers. She is not so paranoid as to believe that her research needs to be written code, she just genuinely enjoys it. And given that she knows so many different languages, her ciphers are never based in any single alphabet. The added layers of complication are genuinely just there for fun -- the seemingly intense levels of security is just a byproduct.
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Faustin: because i cannot be stopped apparently
(copy/pasted from dms with the dm lmao @eyeballjazz)
Common, Forged, Dwarven: The three most common/ubiquitous languages in Bachburg. Faustin was programmed with all three, primarily speaking Dwarven and Forged through his early life.
Undercommon: A regional dialect of Dwarven in the caves of the Star Gate Mountains (the range containing Bachburg and the road to Starkwreath)
Infernal: Picked up from studying Teifling culture + their ties to other planes.
Abyssal: Picked up shortly before leaving Bachburg.
Elvish: IMPOSSIBLE TO LEARN IN BACHBURG. If people hear you speaking Elvish you will be forcefully and extremely publicly clowned on. Faustin learned this after he left home.
Primordial: The rarest and least fluent for him. Primordial is only spoken by nomadic tribes of Elementals, most of whom live in the most extreme climates in the world to be at one with nature. Faustin, being a nerd, definitely studied a group of them for anthropological reasons as part of his travels before he met Jon.
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Between the two of them, they basically have the whole language gambit covered lmao. Given their shared obsession with knowledge and research, they find it tremendously helpful to have a truly trusted opinion when it comes to translating works. They are both dedicated researchers and skilled academics — they can trust the other’s understanding of the material as well as their accuracy in presenting the author’s voice and opinion.
Bonus: Faustin + Ciphers
Jon was writing in ciphers as a child for fun. Faustin developed the habit of writing in cipher once his research started taking deeper and darker turns. Maintaining a level of separation between the two sides of his work was both helpful and reassuring. It ensured that nothing would get shared that needed to be kept secret, since he was the only one who could read it. Now that he’s with Jon, he sees the joy in a shared puzzle. The letters they send to each other were always multilingual, but eventually they became more and more complex once ciphers got involved. Receiving a letter from the other was always a gift, and encrypting that letter beneath three layers of a ciphers was a way to prolong the joy of receiving something new.
#GOD WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO MANY WORDS#jabbering#lojsg text#jonandfaustin#sister jon#faustin#league of just some guys#lojsg#asks#THANKS BUD FOR PUTTING ME ON BLAST ABOUT DOUBLE DIPPING ON THE LINGUIST FEAT#no but seriously i love going OFF on inane details about them its just FUN#also im sorry i keep including Faustin in these responses even if he wasnt TECHICALLY invited sdflkjdsfkjlfd
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S. Elizabeth on Karen Kuykendall's Cat People from the Outer Regions
S. Elizabeth, author of The Art of Darkness, The Art of the Occult, and The Art of Fantasy as well as the incredible Unquiet Things blog, tells us about painter Karen Kuykendall and growing up with the beautifully surreal Tarot of the Cat People.
Major Arcana from The Tarot of the Cat People//image:@Karen Kuykendall
Captivating, Curious, Chimerical: Karen Kuykendall’s Cat People from the Outer…
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The Meaning Behind 14 Strangest Cat Behaviors | Jaw-Dropping Facts about Cats
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The Meaning Behind 14 Strangest Cat Behaviors | Jaw-Dropping Facts about Cats
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In this video, we will talk about 14 strange things cats do and explain the meaning behind them.
Begging for food but not eating it
Your cat may beg for food, give it some sniffs and walk away. This can indicate your cat’s desire for attention and love. Recent studies from University of Vienna have shown that cats associate food with affection. To cats, feeding them means loving them. So if your cat needs some attention or love, they just ask for some snacks.
Why cats sudden jump around
Does your cat suddenly run around the house and then suddenly stop?
This behavior is often due to pent-up energy that suddenly overflows.
Cats are natural predators, and domestic cats retain this instinct to a certain extent. At times, they will feel the desire to hunt and practice their natural instincts.
Why cats lick you
Cats may lick you because they may want to show you affection and love. They may even want to groom you.
But when a cat licks you or themselves excessively, it is often a sign of stress or anxiety.
In cats, licking is also a way of marking territory. Your cat wants the other cats or animals to know that this is her area.
Why cats bury their poop
You may associate a cat’s burying feces behavior to cleanness, but the reasons are more complex than that.
In the wild, cats cover their feces to eliminate odors and prevent attracting the attention of predators.
Just as covering their poop, cats may bury any uneaten food to hide their trail and prevent attracting the attention of predators or potential preys.
Why cats roll over when they see you
If your cat lays on their back and exposes their belly, it’s their way of saying hello to you.
A cat’s stomach is a very sensitive part of their body as this region protects the most vital organs. So if your cat is laying on their back next to you with their belly exposed, it is a sign that your cat trusts you and feels safe around you.
Why cats scratch
Cats scratch to remove the dead outer layer of their claws, or to burn off some energy or stretch their bodies.
cats also scratch to mark their territory by leaving both a visual mark and scent mark.
Why cats ignore you
Cats are very independent creatures. They don’t like to be smothered with affection and they need some personal space or quiet time every now and then.
Arched back
While some people think an arched back indicates aggression, it doesn’t.
A cat who displays this posture is usually frightened or threatened. By arching their back and puffing up, your cat is trying to appear bigger and more threatening to their opponent.
Why cats bite you
Cats may bite to stop unwanted action or behaviors.
Cats also bite to show affection. But only with gentle and more controlled nibbles.
Of course, a cat’s bite can also indicate aggression, but rest assured that you’ll know when your cat bites you out of aggression versus when it gives you a love nibble.
Cat’s biting is also a form of communication to ask for something. If a cat nips you and then tries to lead you to an activity, this could be the reason.
Why your cat sleep on top of you
Cats like temperatures of 20 degrees higher than human’s ideal temperature. So when the ambient temperature is colder than this, your cat is going to look for a nice warm area to maintain their temperature. And your body is good source of heat.
Sleeping on top of a trusted human gives a cat a sense of security, as well as comfort to sleep peacefully.
Cats also sleep on you to show you affection and love!
Why cats’ pupils dilate
By dilating their pupils, cats allow even tiny amounts of light into their eyes so they can see better in the dark. During the day, cats contract their pupils.
Cats also use their eyes as part of a complex body language to communicate their mood and health. If you cat has dilated pupils, your cat could be stressed, anxious, excited or in fear.
Why cats stare at us
If your cat meows while looking at you in the eye, they may just be letting you know they’re hungry.
Cats also stare to show affection. Especially when a cat looks at you with half closed eyelids and slowly blinking.
If they feel scared, stressed out, anxious, cold, depressed, cold, or in pain, they may stare at to seek your support.
Why cats vomit
Cats vomit for a lot of reasons. The main causes range from incorrect diet or eating something inedible (like string), to allergies, infections, urinary tract disease, diabetes or even a sudden change in a cat’s diet
Another reason for a cat’s vomit is hairball.
To avoid the formation of the hairballs, you can brush your cat once a day and add more fiber to their diet.
Some people think it’s ok for a cat to vomit once a week, but it’s not.
Why Some Cats Hate Belly Rubs
Some cats don’t like belly rubs because their stomach area is the most sensitive part of their body. Their soft underbelly protects their most vital organs.
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Growing demand for animal-derived products and rise in companion animal ownership is expected to drive the demand of UAE veterinary medicine market in the forecast period, 2023-2027.
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Cats of all ranges, consisting of lions and leopards, accompany the vibrant Feline People in this deck for all those feline lovers out there. The artwork in the Tarot of the Cat Individuals is wonderfully done. Purchase and Enjoy This Set at: Purchase and Enjoy This Set at: Evaluation by Chris Norfolk The Tarot of the Cat Individuals is quite an uncommon deck, for numerous reasons.
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All individuals in the cards have an Asian/Indian aim to them, and the clothing is bizarre and in a lot of cases the hair/headdresses (I cant identify in between the two on some cards!) is This Author , almost as if it came from the 70s. But when you look at the cards and the entire method the images have actually been done, it looks quite great.
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Each kingdom gets its name and its individuals name through a mix of the significances that each fit (all conventional titles, Wands, Cups, Swords and Pentacles) requires and qualities of the area and individuals that the cards of that fit depict. The Major Arcana reveal the individuals of Vapala, the Diamond Kingdom, whose residents are called the Sky People.
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It is individuals and their cats from these kingdoms and their lifestyles that form the basis for the significance for the deck. I like this deck a lot due to the method which the creator has actually given the deck an unusual theme of a fantastical world with felines, however has stuck carefully to Rider-Waite style significance, and the method the felines themselves play a large part in the actual significances of the cards, as they perform in the culture of the humans displayed in the cards.
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I particularly like the Knights of this deck; each one depicts a member of the Kingdom involved, riding a big feline belonging to that part of the Outer Regions rather of a plain old horse. For readings, this deck is a fun alternative to other Waite based decks, with adequate significance to be useable when reading for others or yourself.
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Summary - Modern ruler, His Majesty King Steven G Rogers, is on a quest to make his long term secret relationship the real thing. He is a man in love and wants his lover and partner to be his queen.
Warnings - Smut (m/f), dub con/non con, sex tape, scandals, mentions of past domestic abuse, soft dark Steve, possessive Steve, spanking, power imbalance, mentions of previous domestic abuse, somnophilia.
Pairing - King!Steve x reader
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Sometimes Steven forgot that you weren’t that much younger than him. He forgot about a lot of things when it was only the two of you. You did that to him. You made him forget things that everyone else reminded him of constantly, intentional and not.
Early that morning was no different.
Long before his alarm went off, Steve found himself on his side watching you sleep. Feeling in every way equal to you, like there was not this huge ocean of things that he did not have in common with you, opposed to what the two of you shared.
Obviously, he was the son of kings and tyrants while you were the daughter of immigrants and a blue-collar family. You’d grown up in a house full of love and kindness and acceptance, he had not. You’d ended your teenage years going to college and then travelling and ending up here, where you chose to stay and work and travel and live a life that Steve could only dream of, his own had never been his own and never would be.
You had dreams and hopes, little things like aspirations. He didn’t.
Steve’s life was dictated by things like duty and obligations, expectations. Yours was not.
Maybe that was why he’d been so drawn to you?
Compared to all the royals around Europe and titled individuals, politicians, even old families, none of them interested him even a fraction of the amount that you interested him. To Steve you were exotic. You were a fascinating creature who might as well have come from Mars.
He couldn’t even say what it was or why.
For so long it had felt right to be alone. Considering the blood of monsters ran through his veins, Steve had been uninterested in any sort of companionship more than a brief encounter at a private location.
For Christ’s sake, he refused to sleep in the bedroom that his father had slept in.
Upon assuming the throne, he’d selected to take up older quarters in an unused part of the palace living complex. As if to ensure he was as far away from the rooms that his father and grandfather and great-grandfather had slept. Choosing to sleep in a bed untainted by any of those men, stored from when his land was ruled by an emperor. Hoping with the hopes of a young king that it would save him from their madness.
Beside him, you slept so peacefully, trustingly.
Steve had never brought anyone into his private apartment. Nor had his bed seen any carnal action since it’d gone into storage. Until you. He’d simply never been so inclined.
A rough sound from the growth on his cheek rubbing against his pillow. A pleasant reminder of that night that felt so long ago, yet also like only yesterday.
He’d had a beard back then he remembered.
A full bushy one.
One that had made you laugh softly at, roll your eyes and still manage to pull off an acceptable bow when you greeted him that late night.
“They beat Canada then Your Majesty?” You had inquired with good nature, setting down a whole stack of papers and folders onto the very modern conference table in a big room that could fit two dozen, more if the people were standing.
He’d beamed.
Steve remembered he’d been in a particularly good mood that night. Even if he was working late on the education push into the outer regions of his kingdom. A good amount was still very rural, many simple villages that lived as they had fifty or more years ago. Many parts of his kingdom were still deeply rooted in the past.
“Indeed. Eleven to four.”
He was beaming. Beaming! You were pretty sure you could see molars. It made you shake your head and begin to sort out all your work into piles to go over. Not that you’d ever admit to secretly being caught up in the hype of the team being so close to gold at the Winter Olympics. “So then the beard stays?”
“You of all people,” he admonished, coming over to help you. Picking up the well-marked up maps you’d spent hours annotating.
Making you roll your eyes.
On he went though, obviously needing to drive home the seriousness of this matter. “The beard stays until we win gold. Next we play Norway. I don’t think it needs to be said that we cannot risk it.”
He was serious. Really serious. If that full glorious beard was any indication.
More focused on the organizing task yourself.
Sorting your work by region, pile by pile, each had taken much work and effort and negotiation, endless phone calls and trips and emails to each area to get them to work not only with you, but one another. It was like herding cats. It had taken you months to get this all sorted out for Steve to see. His ideas weren’t even ready to be implemented. This was just the pre-gaming, the leadup, the work in preparation. You weren’t even on Step One. You were on Step Zero.
“Now that I know, I’ll be sure to grow a beard next Winter Olympics.”
And then you were rewarded with a rich hearty laugh from your king.
Well not your king, as you weren’t a citizen of this country. But you still liked to think of him as your king.
Watching you sleep was something he’d never tire of. Never get enough of. It was a luxury that he didn’t realize he wanted day in out.
The ability to wake up with you tangled up in blankets. Curled back against his front. Hogging pillows as you did. Allowing Steve to run his fingers up and down your bare thigh, along the curves of your body. Letting him lean forward to press his lips to your shoulder and see the peaceful rest of your face in his slowly lightening bedroom. Every last inch of you here for him.
Hungry.
That was what it was, he was hungry for you. Like a big bear that woke from hibernation after a long winter. At times he felt such a way. Never having felt this way about anyone prior.
In his own time, he slipped his fingers down along the round of your ass underneath the flesh of your hip. Warm. Soft. Smooth. Neither of you had left the bed since the late night bath in his tub.
Further down Steve allowed his fingers to trail.
Memorizing every last second to get him through his day. From how you felt pressed against the front of him, how your back moved against his chest with every steady breath you took. The way your legs tangled in his buttery sheets with his own, how the soft cheeks of your bottom pressed against his alert groin.
Most definitely though, how your skin tasted and felt beneath his mouth. Smelling like yourself from all your favorite bath products kept in his bathroom.
You’d smelled so good that night too.
You always smelled good.
It was something that he had noticed but hadn’t given any real thought to.
It seemed to be a mix of perfume and body lotion or cream. Cause Steve found the flowery smell would linger after you walked by in the way that perfume did, infusing the air and making his brain scream out that you were near. But also, when you shook his hand, it always had that sweet fresh clean smell afterwards.
Now, whenever Steve smelled it, all he could think about was you.
Those smells danced around him. Making the late hour bearable. Making the fact that the offices were empty but for the two of you, when you both should have been home in bed, not matter.
“Ok…” you were talking to him, pointing out places on the massive map that was his nation. Arms crossed. Legs spread. Standing beside you as you informed him with tones that indicated your happiness, your displeasure as well as your utter irritation. “…so I managed to get in touch with every Education Department in all nine of your territories.”
Though you were not looking at him, Steve nodded, laser focused on this project he’d tasked you with months ago.
“All of the department heads are on board with your desired overhaul to completely modernize the entire system. Unfortunately, they told me that I had to call all the district heads for all forty-six provinces to get their agreed participation too.”
Your tone went from pleased with yourself then skeptical and then annoyed.
You turned your head to look at him. “Which is what I spent the last three months doing. It was something of a thing.”
Steve could only imagine.
He was quiet though so you could go on. More than pleased with how well you worked in this position. He’d originally been skeptical with your being a foreigner. How dedicated would you be to a job in a country that was not your own? One hundred percent as it turned out.
Your hands flattened out dramatically on the table. Outrage surged from you. “I’m still waiting on two appointees because their predecessors apparently died during harvest season and no one could be bothered to replace the position. I literally had to fly out to the outer reaches of civilization to find this out. Cause all the government offices are closed during harvest season, fyi. But they’re literally filling the positions now.”
Such was the challenge of having a large kingdom with one foot in the future and one in the past. Such things led to the difficultly of keeping a Chief of Staff.
Steve’s previous Chief of Staff had come highly recommended and lasted a little over a month.
Whether it was from a lack of dedication, the obvious frustrations of the job or maybe he simply had not wanted to jump on a plane and fly six hours then ride by car five hours to remote areas in order to complete his work. Steve could not be sure. All he knew for sure was he’d keep you as long as humanly possible.
In his eyes, you were a saint.
“What’s with the question mark?”
Making you look to see which question mark you’d marked on the map full of stickers and marks and tabs. Hours had been spent working on the damn thing.
Seeing which question mark in question made your nose scrunch. “Oh…them, they refuse to even answer my calls until they are allowed to take their traditional name for their province. Which is way above my pay grade. Someone else is going to have to deal with them. I tried.”
Ah, Steve nodded, that was far from surprising. The far outer regions were notoriously independent or rebellious, depending on your stance.
He would deal with them accordingly. Not how his father did, but in his own way.
Steve’s attention was drawn to two nearby provinces. Each had a frowny face sticker. Without asking, he merely pointed.
A noise of pure disgusted frustration came from deep in your throat. Making you stand and look to him, brandishing your hands in all directions. “I tried my best with them. I really did. Both of those provinces absolutely refuse to take part in anything if the other is involved. Apparently, they’re still salty at one another over something that happened in fourteen-seventy-three and refer to me as the foreign she-devil. So…good luck with them Your Majesty.”
Soundly you slept.
Comfortable. Safe. At peace.
Making him feel like a true man. A provider able to care for you, protect you, satisfy you. As if he were stripped down to what nature intended. Instead of what society had dictated for you both.
Reaching down to that heavenly place between the V in your thighs, Steve pushed his fingers further to find your softness slippery, your skin slick with viscous arousal. In pushing his finger up further, running it around the edge of your slit to where the gateway to your body was hidden, he found you heavily aroused. Coating his fingers with a thick fluid that promised you would be able to take him now. Oozing into the cervices between his fingers and smearing thickly down his palm and over the back of his hand.
Unable to help himself, he brought his hand out from between your legs in order to look at your arousal. Merely the sight made his balls clench in eager anticipation. Tasting the bodily excretions had his hips moving against yours on their own.
A noise came from you. Though you were far from waking. Always one to enjoy your sleep.
On his tongue you were heady, ripe. Tasting like sin. Steve licked his fingers. Eyes closed so he could savor the taste, how you clung to his tongue and were thick, like a burst of brandy swirling with his saliva.
Awakened now from his deep sleep. Ravenous like a beast of the forest. He pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. Making you mumble. Making you wiggle in your sleep, causing you to reach your arm out for a pillow to pull close. Hooking your leg up higher too. Becoming more comfortable in the bed in addition to opening yourself up more to your king. As if your body had connected to his on a level your mind was unaware and encouraged him to take you.
Down he peered. Strands of hair fell across his forehead at the harsh angle. A soft lightening of the sun through drapes he never closed last night allowed the sight of moisture. Folds of bare skin sheened up at him. Tempting him with that webbing of goo that promised him you were ready.
Taking himself in hand, he caught sight of your name curled over his side. Reminding him of your absolute possession over him. Sending his hand low to pull his foreskin back in order to feed this hunger of you that consumed him.
Your signature was all swoops and swirls.
Recognizable above anyone else’s writing he came across on a daily basis.
All over paper and on the maps. In little corners. Highlighted. In different color pens. On stickie notes. Written on napkins or on the back of random pieces of paper.
At the time, he’d had no idea how far gone he really was.
Not even when he watched you take note after note with a purple inked pen, your hand flowing across paper like a swimmer cutting through the water. Taking down his every word, every command.
A incredibly distinctive feeling of being full woke you up from your glorious sleep, in a very singular sort of way that could be from only one thing. Only one thing on earth felt like that when waking you up.
Pulling you out of a warm blissful sleep only to wake you with the exquisite feeling of being stretched open, pushed into, filled up. Making your fingers clench bedding or pillows or whatever they could grab.
A low breathy moan came from you in the time between you were woken and awake, your face burrowing in a pillow was followed by a soft profanity. Weight slowly covered you. Weight pinned you down to the bed a little at a time. Skin and sheets and soft dustings of hair rubbed against you.
Only when you had fully woken did you feel pubes brush against your cheeks. A light tap of scrotum bumped you too.
Long arms wrapped around you. Wet lips mouthed along the curve of your neck.
This was a far superior way to wake up. Compared to your apartment, in bed alone, to your neighbors loud shrilling alarm clock through your paper-thin wall.
Groaning out at the feel of His Majesty’s cock stuffed safely up in your secret garden. You found yourself whining at Steve at whatever time it was in the early morning. “…fuuuuck…what’d I say about doing that…” A swivel, nay, a swivel with a pop of his pelvis followed, making you see stars, gasp deeply as if you’d been stabbed in the lungs and then add on for God and Country. “…My King…shit, My King…oh shit, My King.”
Though it may have been said in jest, his tone was hot enough to scald. “If memory serves me correctly…” another deep push of thick hips shoved you forward into the pillows. “…you say, not in my ass unless I’m awake.”
Stars.
So many bright and colorful stars.
Mmm.
Yes, that was something you had told him on many occasions and it still held very true. If Steve was going to put anything in your ass, forget that thing he claimed was a dick, you needed to be fully awake so you could both physically and emotionally prepare yourself.
Nothing at all could have prepared you for the drastic turn your life was about to take that night.
Nothing.
Everything had been so normal. It was so regular. Like many a long night working late hours at the palace before. Hours had been spent going over all your hard work contacting each and every head in each education department per province, as well as per territory. In addition to the national department of education, preparing to prep them for what the king wanted.
Like any other late night, Steve helped you put all of your paperwork back in the correct order you had it in. Like every other time, he requested a palace car take you to your apartment. Granted the apartment you shared with your best friend was walking distance away. It was late and simply not safe and you found were touched that Steve would think about your well-being.
For a king, he wasn’t that bad. When it was the two of you anyway.
Looks aside, which he had in spades, he could be very funny in a sarcastic sort of way. He was very well read and intelligent, quick on his feet. Although people seemed to think of him a certain type of way based on his father and his own kingship at a young age, when he really was his own person.
You’d noticed he had a definite interest in the classical masters and had on rare occasion seen him sketch out something on a flight or during a less than stimulating event. He had an artistic ability that would never come to anything due to his role.
His strong sense of duty paired with a disgusting moral obligation pretty much guaranteed his life would be spent in service to his country. Period.
You could see why people thought he was hot. The man had been blessed by the genetic gods. Plus he was a king. Who didn’t grow up dreaming about being a princess? Or think about a literal Prince Charming from fairy tales?
Having now had the benefit of working in a real life palace. You knew the realities of that fantasy.
You had two pages of notes that could attest to the reality of your childhood Disney Princess movies.
Reality was always so different.
Not for the first time, you found yourself repeating yourself. “…and let me say one more time. Thank you so much for talking with my parents. I know it was only ten minutes, but, I know how busy you are and it just completely topped off their visit. My mother has been telling everyone about how she met the king. You even have my father cheering for the hockey team.”
A smile came over Steve’s face that was real.
It wasn’t one of his practiced smiles. It was an actual smile. You could tell because it reached his eyes.
“Well,” Steve answered you with a shrug, sounding genuinely pleased even if he also sounded tired and like he wanted nothing more than to go off to his living quarters in the palace and crash into bed, before he had to get up to start a new day. Helping you stack the last of your papers up. “Anything to convert a soul to hockey. Technically, it is his team too.” And because he could not help himself, Steve added on, “Even if his grandparents fled from here for a cushy life in the west.”
Up your hand flew to your chest.
Your jaw dropped in mock pain. “Ouch, Sir! That one was painful.”
His smile grew at your over-the-top reaction.
Still though, he dipped his head and you noticed there was a little blush on his cheeks above where that magnificent beard grew. Chagrined, he quickly followed up with, “I apologize. That was a cheap shot.”
In a physical sort of way that his people were known to interact, personal space be damned, Steve reached over to touch your arm apologetically. Not something he did frequently. Although he had done it a handful of times. The press of his mouth to your cheek was new. The little kiss was brand new. Steve’s lips were gentle on your skin. His beard tickled your face.
Never in your life had your heart pounded as violently in your chest as it did at that gesture. Quickly, your head turned. Though you did not move back or say anything. Instead, you found yourself staring at Steve. Looking into those pools of blue that were looking at you with the same amount of surprise that you felt. His lips were right there, right there.
Blood roared in your ears, your heart pounded faster and faster and faster.
He kissed you.
Did he really though?
Was it a kiss or was it a kiss?
For a moment in time, you leaned in. Leaned closer. Leaned till you almost touched him because that was what your body wanted to do. Until you remembered that Steve was a king. A KING. Remembering that made your head command your body to lean backwards a bit. Allowing you to see that he had leant in to meet you.
He’d leaned closer to kiss you.
What were you doing? What in the hell were you doing? You had no business doing this, no business at all messing around with Steve.
Fingers moved along your arm, tracing up the back of it softly. That simple touch made goosebumps break out over your skin. It made your breath hitch. Your hands began to shake so you grabbed the fabric of your skirt.
However, you made no move to step away from Steve. Nor did he make any sort of move to step away from you.
Another attempt at a kiss was not made.
Fingers touched your face instead. Steve was close enough to you that you felt his legs brush yours. You felt his breath against your face. Fingertips ran across the swell of your cheekbone, down over your lips, tracing the bridge of your nose in what felt like a desire to memorize your face.
Steve was gentle. His fingertips felt like feathers on your skin. He made you shake like a leaf in terror because you wanted him to touch you more. You wanted to be touched. You wanted to feel his hands on you and the soft glide of his thumb along the line of your jaw was painfully insufficient.
Without thinking, you reached up with your hands until you remembered that he was the king.
Were you allowed to touch the king? You weren’t sure. He was touching you and it was fabulous but were you allowed to do the same? You wanted to. You so deeply wanted to. You just were not sure what was allowed in this situation. It had not exactly been covered in the Royal Protocol Guidebook you had.
Then came Steve’s voice. Harsh. Gravelly. Desperate.
“Touch me. It’s ok. I want you to.”
For only a heartbeat or two you remained still, observing him, making sure. Only after that did you reach up with your hands to cover his wrists. Rub along the fabric of his button-up shirt. In doing so, you not only felt the strength in his well-muscled wrists, or how warm the silky fabric was, but, you could feel him tremble. He was shaking about as much as you were.
A rush of air surged from his lungs as if you had burnt him.
Curious, you turned your head so you could place a single kiss on the inside of his hand touching your face, right at the base of his thumb. In doing so, you ripped a noise from deep within him. A noise that was both pained while also infused with wanting.
“This is ok?”
“Yes,” he croaked out, as if he were terrified you would stop.
Never would you have ever imagined he would be so responsive. Almost touch starved it felt.
Sometimes, Steve still felt as if he were a little touch starved to you. Sometimes it felt like he’d gone his entire life without having that physical connection between two people. As complicated of a man as he was with as complicated of a life as he had, you at times forgot that he was still a human being with human being needs that were essential to thriving.
And it wasn’t like you were complaining.
Far from it.
Not after the orgasm you just had, not from on top of him either. Lounged across the front of him. Loose limbed. Languid down to your marrow. Peppering the damp skin of his neck with slow wet kisses and scrapes of teeth. Long drags of your tongue collected drops of salt that tasted of him. Lazily. Heart to heart. Stomach to stomach.
There really were worse ways to wake up.
Like, for instance, in your apartment taking cold showers cause the building’s water heater was ancient. That wasn’t fun at all and usually had you shivering and hurrying through an icy shower. Straight up not a good time.
This? This was soooo much better.
Feeling Steve’s long legs wrapped up in your own, paired with his softening member filling you by virtue of sheer size not letting himself just pop out…this was a much better way to wake up. Far superior in every way.
Not that you were willing to waste precious time like this luxuriating in post-coital bliss. No, no. A burning question was hot on your mind that kept popping up after last night. After all, you were a modern woman and this was a serious relationship. You had every right to ask this question at any time you wanted. Even now. As your boyfriend, the king, fondled your breasts in his hands with such intensity that you would have thought he’d just broken out of Alcatraz after a decade of no nookie. Not that you were in the least bit complaining. Not one bit.
“Am I going to have to quit my job?”
It was something of a concern.
You loved your job. You loved working with Steve. You loved your life as it was and a big part of you suspected becoming queen would mean big changes.
Not that you lifted your head from his neck, or ceased your trek down towards his collarbone. Trail of your kisses never slowing or stopping. No hint of any sort of disruption came. Not for a moment or two. Not till your ravenous boyfriend squeezed your breasts possessively. Thumbed your nipples and finally opened his eyes, as if it were the biggest chore on earth.
His voice was rough. His tone felt like hot gooey honey that just got everywhere. “No…not yet…”
Leading you to make a noise. A pop followed when your mouth left the dark spot you’d been sucking on nearly at his collarbone. What with your name already etched on him. What else could you leave in a display of ownership over him? “Nothing else to add My King?” For added emphasis, perhaps you gave you vaginal muscles a clench knowing what that did to him.
A grunt came from beneath you.
Wrapped up in yours, Steve’s legs clenched in response to what you did. White teeth sank into his upper lip and you absolutely thrived at the sight and feel of him arching up against you, shifting around beneath you at the way your body squeezed him.
Those hands left your breasts only to reach down, run over your waist as they had so many times before, leading you to grab them. Snatch then right up. Press them down into the mattress over Steve’s head. Since the man was far larger than you, this sent you leaning downwards and ever closer to his face. “Steve? I asked you a question.”
How easy it would have been for him to get free. Yet, he seemed content where he found himself. Still wedged within you. Warm in bed. Body a sea of a complex cocktail of chemicals after physically releasing into you. A far better way to wake up than alone in a massive bed. Or worse, to his mother jabbing at him to urgently tell him something that was not urgent at all.
Feeling your breasts press against his chest. Lightly brushing over his skin, your nipples little points that sparked a definite interest in his dick.
God did he want you to be his queen.
“Not yet,” Steve ground out, nearly close to being overwhelmed by you. Each and every word was enunciated to utter perfection, as if it took all of his concentration and effort to get them out. “I’ll have the palace leave your name out of the official statement today. We can go slow. Ease you into things…ease you out of your job…” and to reward him for such a thoughtful statement, you clenched around him once more.
However, it seemed, there was more and even though his eyes rolled up into his head at the feel of your core squeezing his not entirely soft organ, he pushed on with the determination of his ancestors. Grunting. Arching back into the bed as the pillows had all wound up on the floor. Perfect teeth clenched together. “M-my people…will…love you…too.”
So, it was entirely possible, that you were feeling all kinds of powerful watching him writhe beneath you. Knowing exactly what sort of repercussions this could have to your morning. Which was still progressing on time. It was entirely possible that you may have intentionally pushed your own pelvis against his to reseat yourself.
“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure? You saw what happened with those two over in England. And that prince isn’t even next in line to the throne.”
Perhaps it was the seriousness of the direction in which your conversation had taken, Steve remained beneath you. Taking no action, even though you could quite literally feel his dick grow more interested in what your hips were doing.
A panted out, “…fuck…” escaped from him, before he opened his eyes to look at you seriously, if not also a little heatedly. “Quit obsessing over them. The King of Jordan married for love. Queen Rania was a commoner. If you must, focus on them.”
Sudden movement found you falling off Steve and onto the bed, shoved onto your back and in a flash, he was on top of you again. Over you. Hovering. Though he’d escaped out of your body, you could feel the king’s most delicious semi, slick from your previous copulation, squish between you both.
Admitting on an exhale, “Forgot about them.”
“Everyone does.” He agreed, surveying down, taking in the sight of you. “My country appreciates you. They’re fond of you. You’re in all the papers and they’ve given you a nickname.”
And that. That. Nearly killed the mood.
It sent your eyebrows together dubiously so.
Everytime you were in the press it was when your skirt had been blown up on a windy day, or if you’d accidentally gotten food on your shirt. Or that time a baby goat pooped on your shoes. Or when you’d tripped and fallen off a dock into a lake. Who could forget that time you’d accidentally called the Prime Minister of Canada a ‘moose fucking cannibal’ when you’d still been getting the hang of the language, your first year on the job?
You’d been affectionately dubbed, ‘the King’s Foreign Devil’ and it had stuck.
Hell, you still got asked about your thoughts on the Canadian Prime Minister whenever a member of the press was around.
“Most the time, you have a higher approval rating than I do,” he added. Much to the consternation of Maria Hill in PR. “Trust me. There is nothing my country loves more than a hard-working loyal servant of the people who talks shit about western leaders.”
Mood totally killed, you seethed and not for the first time, “That was an accident! I was trying to call him Canada’s Disney Prince.”
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The note had been hand delivered to the palace and was now crumbled into a ball in the Queen Mother’s bedroom as she stormed off, once more, that early morning in a fury of rose satin and silk. Her perfume clouded around her, drifting behind her, much like the wake of a boat cutting through the water.
Thick carpets silenced her heels. Doors opened for her as she neared them, allowing her to not need to slow her step even for a second. Not a single moment wasted as she made her way through the private living quarters of the palace.
Down hallways and around corners, over to the rooms that her grown son had selected as his own.
It would have been so much easier if he would have just taken the rooms that his father had lived in.
Although, with the horrific memories attached to those rooms, how could she blame him when he elected not to? She had her own private rooms. The dead kings rooms were locked up tight and still not used. Abandoned like so much he’d done, started and accomplished in his life.
Upon coming to her only child’s rooms, those doors were held open for her and on she pressed on. Sailing through his rooms, one after another, until she got closer to his bedroom and could hear his shower which was the direction she headed.
A brief glance was made at the mess that was his bed.
A roll of her eyes was followed by a shake of her head.
Some things males never grew out of it seemed.
“Steven!” She called out in warning, should he be in the bathroom about to come out in the nude. Which was the last thing she wanted to see.
Not only was his bed a mess but his clothes from yesterday were all over the floor.
She had every intention of telling him that he needed to straighten up this mess before the cleaning staff came in his room. The last thing she wanted was for them to think he was messy and then tell their families and friends when they went home that the king had a messy bedroom and word would get out that her son was a slob. Ugh. No. She’d make sure that he straightened up.
Speaking of the devil.
As his shower ran, Steve peered out of the bathroom with a wet head. A midnight blue towel was wrapped around his waist. A toothbrush was in his hand. To Sarah, it was very clear that her grown son had not shaved yet either.
Seeing him in such a state that morning along with his messy room and the fact the shower was going wasting water. It did not make her mood any more agreeable.
Though her son was taller than her and considerably more muscular, she never feared him.
She knew he would never hurt her like his father had so many times. Towards the end, Steve had even defended her from his father’s physical attacks. Those days. They had been dark. Horrible. Terrible. When she noticed that her husband had begun to carry a knife to protect himself from his son. Well. What was she supposed to do?
Attacking her was one thing. Being violent towards her was one thing. There were some things that she learned to tolerate. It was unescapable. Their son though. To take a knife to their son? Her son? Sarah would never allow such a thing.
She was queen at the time.
It was not so difficult to get the drug that she put in her husband’s evening nightcap. She’d used all of it. Thrown the vial away the next day when she went to rouse the king as she did every morning, only to find him dead in his chair. Fireplace having long gone out. Slumped down. Cold. The coroner had said it was a heart attack. Exactly as she’d been told the drug would work. He’d been buried with no one the wiser. Not even Steve.
“Yes mother?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “You are not growing another beard. Last time you looked like some man that lives up in the mountains in a tiny shack.”
Just as her own father once did, Steve’s eyebrows rose in surprise and question.
No. That was not why she was here.
Sarah had a higher calling that morning and straightening her slim shoulders, she so informed him. “Hope and Janet are here in the city. They’ve come for a surprise visit and will arrive at the palace within the hour.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed at her in response to her information.
It was horrifying. It was outrageous. It was not what he wanted to hear that morning one bit. Not at all. Not one single bit.
Hope and Janet?
Those were two names he never wanted to hear with the additional words being, ‘on their way’. No. Just no.
All he could say that was remotely civil, after what the then Princess Hope van Dyne had done, came out in something of a tone. “I don’t want to see either of them. If you want to see them, that’s your choice. Keep them away from me.”
Considering what the now Duchess Hope had spewed to every reporter, journalist and whomever with a platform…Sarah was a little surprised that Steve was being so kind.
She’d expected a bit more of a reaction from her son.
Could she be holding a bigger grudge against her one-time closest friend’s daughter? After what had happened, Queen Janet van Dyne had become somewhat distant. Which was not surprising. Hope had not broken the engagement gracefully. Nor had she been anything less than opinionated afterwards.
“I suspect she is in trouble,” Sarah confessed. “Why else would they come here? Considering everything that Hope has said over the years.”
Steam continued to seep through the cracked door.
Sarah was about to say something about the shower. Steve was wasting a considerable amount of hot water. She herself was leading the Go Green Initiative in the country and as she stated constantly, it all began at home.
“Mother, don’t take this the wrong way, but, I wouldn’t shit in Hope’s mouth if she was starving.”
Ah.
Perhaps she’d been too quick to judge Steve’s current opinion on the wayward duchess?
Pondering his statement, Sarah found herself looking for any way to come back with a counter when she noticed that the shower turned off. Which was odd. Shower’s didn’t turn themselves off.
What was even more peculiar, Steve reached back behind himself to shut his bathroom door.
It clicked.
Like a light going off.
How could she not have noticed? How could it not have been obvious?
Blue eyes that were a little softer than her son’s narrowed. “You aren’t alone.”
Silence.
Quiet.
Her pink lips opened in surprised. A question hovered on her tongue.
“No mother.”
“But…”
“Mother,” he implored as only a son could. “Not now. She would not want the first time she officially meets you to be when you’re dressed for the day and she is not.”
And though her son’s words were true. They were right. They were exactly what she would have wanted him to say and because she had raised him well, she was even proud that he had made such a quick decision. It wasn’t fair.
Sarah wanted to find out who you were. She wanted to meet the woman that her son was involved with. Was that so wrong? Sarah wanted to meet the woman that her son was considering marrying. There was so much she wanted to say to you, so much to teach you, so much she wanted to learn about you. Perhaps her desperation showed because her son reached out to place a hand on her elbow.
“If you can chase Hope and Janet away, we could have lunch together. The three of us. If not, dinner? Or even tomorrow. I’m not doing anything with Hope under this roof. Not after she referred to our country as a third world plus hellhole full of war criminals and superstitious backwoods heathens.”
Ah, so he did remember.
Those words had been seared into her memory as well. Sometimes Sarah wondered, as Steve had never really given much indication that he cared one way or the other what Hope had said. It was only after she began to speak unflatteringly about their people that he grew irritated, much like herself.
Although, what irritated Sarah more, was the quiet that came from the royal house of van Dyne and Pym a few countries over. Never once had Janet spoke up. Never had Janet said anything about her daughters outrageous remarks or behavior. Nor had she apologized.
Knowing her son, Sarah knew that he would never court anyone who was not kind or compassionate. Steve would never pick a Hope as his queen.
Up came a hand that bore a lovely ring decorated with fresh water pearls from their own waters. “I’ll have them gone before lunch and then we will all sit down together so I can finally meet her.”
#steve rogers x reader#chris evans x reader#steve x reader#captain america x reader#steve rogers x you#marvel x reader#avengers x reader#chris evans x you#chris evans x y/n
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poly! jason x reader x percy hcs
Oh baby get ready
Hot buff tol golden boy sammich with y/n filling
Jason is absolutely the brain cell
He is such hubby material
Like he’ll have coffee with you in the morning and talk about current events and generally be a nice domestic boyf
If you have any amount of maturity it’s nice
Y’all are like newlyweds
Protect him
Percy however
Way more of a college sweetheart boyf with a little bit of bad boy sprinkles
Like I feel like mornings with yall will be really cute
You and Jason have coffee and catch up
It’s all quiet and nice
Then Percy (who wakes up a little later) comes in all groggy
He hugs you from behind and sleepily kisses your neck
While fist bumping jason
You talk to percy a little while he grabs a granola bar and some juice and heads out for swim practice
You catch him right before he leaves and toss him his goggles (which he always forgets)
He pulls you in for a quick open mouthed kiss and tells you he couldn't live without you
Then he points to jason over your shoulder and threatens to kick his ass at air hockey later
Jason says he's so sure and percy heads off to swim
On your way back to Jason you grab his glasses that he misplaced again
Jason, who didn’t realize he lost them again, kisses you on the forehead and thanks you
Percy @ jason: bro
Jason @ percy: bro
y/n: exists
Jason and percy @ y/n: b a b e
y/n @ jason and percy: b a b e s
That’s it that’s the dynamic
It’s like three jake peraltas dating but two of them hate each other
When you come home after work or class or whatever
And they’re both there before you
They will literally sandwich you with kisses and cuddles
Pampering you is their favorite hobby besides fistfighting at the vending machines at 5am when percy wakes up and jason goes to bed
Have you seen that one video
This one
It’s that
They just smother you in kisses and hickeys and ask how your day was and tell you how much they love you
It’s so much that you genuinely don’t remember anything stressful that happened that day
They just fuckin boyfriend roleplay soft kisses asmr your stress away
After that y’all usually get some cocoa or something and watch netflix in a cuddle puddle
Finding shows all three of you can watch can be challenging
Surprisingly enough they both really like New Girl
They also like a lot of edgy slice of life teen dramas like never have I ever and outer banks
it always seems to give them that “damn we didn’t make regionals I can’t believe my bff and ex won prom queen and king” contemporary sense of normalcy
No matter what crazy shit the writers throw in it’s never crazier than what they’ve experienced
I feel like that’s the case for most demigods too though
Some other classic crowd favorites are friends, brooklyn 99, crazy ex girlfriend, the unbreakable kimmy schmidt, glee, even like fuckin
Miraculous ladybug
Any relatively slice of lifey, sitcomey, probably has teens as their target demographic feel good contemporary show on netflix usually goes over pretty well
It’s like two irritable cats
If they’re both sleeping or cuddling with you then everything’s fine
But all it takes is one stupid comment from one of them and they start bickering
Sometimes it’s a roast sesh sometimes it’s a full blown pillow fight
Most of the time they end up wrestling until they’re giggling disasters
One time there was a literal slap fight
Like it’s truly a trip with them
When you can actually get them to get along it’s weirdly nice
They are bros and you are their babe and they fuckin love youuuuuu
They can get pretty competitive
Especially in the bedroom
So things can get pretty spicy
They never get so caught up in competition that they forget about you though
You’re their top priority
And it shows
They somehow know which hickeys that they gave you are theirs
Once there was one on the back of your neck that neither of them gave you
You were all really confused
Then it started to itch
One quick google search later, you found out sometimes mosquito bites can bruise
You sometimes joke after that that this hickey is from jason, this one’s from percy, and this one’s from my mosquito lover
A lot of people get jealous that you’re dating percy and jason
Like a weird amount of people
Any college classmates that you guys end up telling, some of your friends, strangers at the grocery store
Like a weirdly large number of people’s first reaction is “wtf you can’t have both of them”
They’re like um yes they can???? Excuse you????
Other than that you don’t get a lot of shit
Maybe it’s bc you’re constantly surrounded by two six foot hot sexy powerful demigods who would kill for you and probably have before
But like that’s just a guess
#percy jackson x reader#Jason Grace x Reader#percy x reader x jason#heroes of olympus x reader#hoo poly headcanons#poly heroes of olympus
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SW OC SPECIES: YAGUARI PART 1/?
((remember when i said id post these in a few days? well im doing it all at once lmao anyways this is background info on my oc sheerah
basically where her planet is located, their beliefs, how their society works, the basics of what you need to know
there's a lot of info and i don't wanna clog up people's dash with a long post so hit read more))
Name: Yaguari (Yah-gwar-ee) (is the same in plural)
Planet: Dimat (Dee-maht)
DIMAT
Dimat is the planet where the Yaguari people originally came from. They have two sister planets that they also live on. The two other planets have alien species that are native and not Yaguari. These planets are in the Outer Rim.
There are three types of ecosystems that are on Dimat. Largely, there is the rainforest/jungle ecosystem. It gets very hot and humid there. It rains often which creates seasonal flooding. Because of this wet climate, trees and vegetation are lush green while the sky is often grey. There are many areas where the forest is dense. Trees are also huge, Yaguari children have been known to “surf” on tree vines and branches. It's very easy to get lost in the deep jungle though.
Further away from the jungle, more eastward, is Dimat’s mountain climate. There is significantly less jungle and more forests with tall trees and mountains that reach high elevations. Here is a more temperate climate than wet and humid. Temperatures are cooler and it snows ontop of the mountains but not enough to cover the landscape.
Westward from the jungle and the mountains lies Dimat’s desert region. The region has long stretches of sandy desert with oases scattered about. It rains hardly ever and temperatures run severely high.
PHYSIOLOGY
Yaguari can live up to 1,000 years old according to their records however most die somewhere between 750-900 years old if they haven’t died in battle before then. No one knows why they live this long, perhaps they are favored by the gods in this way.
They have pointed ears that are usually curved downwards. Their ears resemble a feline animal that lives in Dimat’s jungle. Because of this, there is a story in the Yaguari religion of how their people were created from this animal. This feline is therefore viewed as sacred and is to never be poached and killed under any circumstances.
Yaguari are known for their large sharp fangs (think a cross between a tiger and a snake’s fangs).These fangs are also highly prized on the black market in other systems.
Yaguari have skin tones like humans with just as many variations as them. There are more color variations in eye color however, some Yaguari are born with irises and slit pupils like a cat (said to be from the divine feline creature). People with these eyes are viewed as highly attractive as they have divine eyes”. Yaguari can see in the dark, their eyes glow.
They seem to have a resistance to most poisons. A Yaguari can be poisoned but only by an extremely high dosage. They can usually tell if their drink has been poisoned by the taste.
Their nails can grow sharp and warriors often sharpen their nails even more. Yaguari are an agile, flexible group that are a little stronger than humans and a little faster.
They have the ability to growl and purr. Warriors usually belt out a super loud cat-like battle cry during battles. A warrior’s first battle cry is inscribed on their torc.
YAGUARI RELIGION
Their religion is polytheistic. There are numerous gods, goddesses, divine beings, mythical beasts, etc.
They have an ultimate creator/destroyer god. This god has both breasts and male genitalia. They have multiple arms as well. The god is usually seen seated criss-cross, it’s many arms surrounding its body, it’s open maw showing it’s sharp teeth and tongue, eyes at the viewer. This god is seen as both female and male. It is the creator of all things as well as the destroyer. The arms surrounding its upper body creates a circle shape.
The circle is the most important aspect of their religion as it represents the life cycle: birth, war, death. The life cycle shows up in many aspects of their life and symbolism is found in many of their artwork.
The Yaguari are a war-like society. They believe to live is to fight and sacrifice for their gods as they feed off of the life force of mortal beings. Because of this belief, Yaguari are well-known for sacrificing people to their gods (mostly to their creator god). In the beginning of their history, the Yaguari fought each other in a tribe vs tribe type of way before they eventually banded together and travelling the Outer Rim to fight other species in the name of their gods. On other planets they have invaded, the Yaguari will fight and kill on the battlefield but they will also take prisoners of war back to their town or village on Dimat and sacrifice them there.
Ritual sacrifices are bloody. They dismember their victims and cut them in such a way as to bleed them profusely. There are different ritual fighting moves that are done to dismember the victim. The heart of the victim is cut out and the priests and top warriors each take one bite of it. This is symbolic of them taking the lifeforce of the victim which imitates the gods soaking up the energy from the sacrifice. Men, women and children are all present when the ritual happens. After the ceremony, there is music and dancing and food and drink for everyone. Think of it like a big party but with a dismembered corpse in the background.
In their religion, death is not necessarily viewed as scary since it is the final stage in the life cycle.
The life cycle is a concept that is continued in other aspects of the Yaguari culture. In the jungle climate, they believe that the cycle is tied to the rain. The rain washes away the old and brings in the new. Change is the main point here.
The Yaguari that live in the jungle feel more connected to the sky god. They know he brings in the rain, wind, the sun, the floods, the clouds, change of colors in the sky, they are all viewed as different stages.
Yaguari believe all things have a soul or life force.
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basically a 10 day walk is the length of a small country.
that’s the distance just between 2 gates on the inner wall edge of rukongai. so 4x that is the distance around the entire inner wall. and a 40 day walk around the entire inner wall.
the rest of rukongai has 80 districts. maybe each gate has 20 districts between the inner edge and outer edge of rukongai. so walking around the outer edge of rukongai could be 20 times longer between gates or something. that's 800 days to walk around the outer edge of rukongai.
and a densely populated small country like india has 1.3+ billion people for example. rukongai seems densely populated too but could be a mid-large country for comparison.
Here’s the questions I have:
What’s the pace of this 10-day walk, and what constitutes a "day"?
We probably know the terrain (flat/unimpeded), but are we talking 8 hours a workday? 12 hours a day? 15? 24? And is that 10 days at a leisurely 5k an hour, or a military march pace, or a "herding a passel of teenagers" pace, or an "I am a cat" pace?
I don't remember whether we ever get more information beyond Yoruichi's "10 days to the next gate" statement. For all we know that's a wild approximation, though I assume as former head of the Onmitsukidou she has a solid spatial sense of SS. The gate walk I took was calculated, but boy was I bad at math
For Rukongai I think each of the four regions actually has 80, rather than there being 80 total. Regardless, the next questions I have are:
Are the sizes of the districts uniform? What shape do they take?
Are they tidy little equal-sized allotments per district? Are the nice ones smaller and manageably compact, and 80 more sprawling and hazily defined? Do they extend in a series of concentric rings? Combo of pie slices and rings? Squares? Dodecahedrons? Irregular and ever-changing boundaries determined nightly by violent border skirmishes? Do they follow natural landforms?
Additionally:
Is there any spacetimey-wimey business afoot?
Are the distances and areas stable, or is it just like, shit, sometimes getting to 80 takes a month and sometimes, by some calendar some very enterprising/bored shinigami has discovered, that distance expands and collapses and there are points in time where it’s actually closer? Are there points where the logic of the world is weaker and, if you’re careful and observant (and perhaps a bit lazy) you can cheat the distance by slipping through the logic and popping out somewhere else? Does the distance shift based on desiderata? Like, could you walk infinitely if that’s all you wanted to do, and could the distance become still-arduous and still-far but survivable if you had a destination in mind? THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL?
Though now I’m just laughing-dying at the idea of Soul Society Warp Points like in Legend of Zelda LOLLLL. "Fuck Hyrule field, I’m making THE OCARINA take me out to Kusajishi."
CAN YOU IMAGINE. IF SOMEONE'S SHIKAI. WAS AN OCARINA OF TIME. They could rule the world, because the rest of these plebs would just have to walk everywhere. (Except Renji and his friends, who could ride the Zabimaru Express.)
My point being, I feel like there are lots of sizes both Seireitei and Rukongai could be! I consider SS an invitation to go buck-wild with the variables, since there is intentionally not enough canon information to nail anything down. But thinking up the potential variables is so fun—and what’s listed above certainly aren’t all of them—because then you know what kinds of goodies you can play with. (Though I’ll note for posterity that the reason this discussion began is because I was contemplating whether or not SS could fall into an Earth ocean and not be noticed, which is both a bonkers proposition to begin with, and is not really a question about the volume or area of anything in SS, since the units of measurement don’t match up. XDD)
I have yet to see a panel or episode that makes me think Rukongai is densely populated, though. That doesn’t mean there aren’t spaces that are! Spaces near water or other resources, for instance, though we know Junrinan is both relatively resource-abundant and not in the least a big happening town. XD (Gotta wonder how the districts keep their borders straight and what determines a soul’s ability to wander from one to the next.) There seem to be more people in Inuzuri, but it still doesn’t scream bustling metropolis to me.
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There’s a part in the Advance Team arc where Ukitake is watching Rukia and Orihime train in 13th, and Hisagi pops up (he’s apparently come to HAND-DELIVER a catalog to Ukitake. We know he has lots of work to do and no time to do it in, so this is a desperate act). In conversation with Ukitake, he offers some brief updates on 10th, 11th, and 12th, which like…
Did he. Did he just walk through half of Seireitei trying to find a friend and had to go ALL THE WAY TO THE ASS-END OF 13TH BEFORE HE FOUND SOMEONE TO TALK TO. ToT Because he kind of made it sound like he set off from 9th and just kept walking lol. We don’t know how the divisions are arranged inside of the Seireitei, though it does at least seem like they’re vaguely sequential, judging by Hisagi’s Sad No Friends Walk. But how far did he walk? HOW sad was this Sad No Friends Walk??
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