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[dogncorvotranslations]

ACONITE beta

JOGO | Aconite Beta

CRIADOR | MELCO Team

ENGINE | RPG Maker VX Ace

LANÇAMENTO | 3 de julho de 2023

DURAÇÃO | ~1 hora

SINOPSE

Momo é um garoto extremamente otimista que tem um GRANDE sonho: ser amigo de todo mundo da sala (e eventualmente de todo mundo da escola!)

Mas parece que ser gentil e sorridente não é o bastante para fazer amizades... especialmente quando seu amigo de infância se mudou para sua escola e não gosta dos seus novos amigos…

Aconite é um jogo sobre amizade, sinceridade e confiança. É sobre como o mundo é um lugar muito mais complicado do que você imagina.

E sobre como está tudo bem não estar feliz o tempo inteiro.

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Agradecemos. Bom jogo!!!

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[nando161mando]

[promofireforce]

olá galera que curte um rpg! venho propagar uma ideia que já tive em outra plataforma e que decidi trazer para o tumblr! o rpg seria com a temática do anime fire force, que tem o foco em bombeiros! seria uma temática bem diferente e dinâmica, com bastante interações e diversão. se é o que você procura irá encontrar aqui. clica no CONTINUE LENDO que tem a HISTÓRIA, caso se interessem me mandem ask perguntando sobre ou dm se quiserem que eu dê origem ao rpg aqui na plataforma tumblr.

[ HISTÓRIA ]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ano 198 da Era Solar. O mundo é totalmente dominado por chamas. Ou quase. As causas de mortes são muitas e variadas. Velhice, suicídio, doenças... Mas a causa da morte que mais assusta as pessoas nos dias de hoje é a combustão humana espontânea. Há exatamente trinta anos atrás foi que se deu o primeiro evento que aterrorizou a todos. Os humanos que entram em combustão se tornam incontroláveis demônios que incendeiam tudo que se vê pela frente, nomeados de Infernais. O caos se instalou. O mundo ficou em pedaços. Em alguns lugares o espaço se distorceu de tal maneira a esculpir continentes, e muitos dos países que outrora existiram, sucumbiram. Neste momento, há poucos locais aptos para se viver decentemente, sendo eles o Império Russo. As pessoas se reuniram na Rússia que estava relativamente ilesa e se organizaram em oito distritos, onde o Templo Sagrado do Sol e a Indústria E - LUMINATE desenvolveram o Amaterasu, uma usina de energia térmica perpétua. Dessa forma, o Império Russo fez-se beneficiário de sua vasta energia e também realizou outros avanços.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Para enfrentar o problema em relação aos Infernais foi-se criado a partir da união entre três forças: O Templo Sagrado do Sol, as Forças Armadas da Rússia e a Agência de Defesa de Incêndios os Bombeiros Especiais. A influência dessas forças é diferente em cada distrito. Por exemplo, no 1° é o Templo Sagrado do Sol. O 2° responde diretamente às Forças Armadas. No 5° o verdadeiro poder é das Indústrias E-LUMINATE que inclusive são responsáveis pela confecção do equipamento dos Bombeiros Especiais. Eles tem monopólio dos pedidos de produtos e controlam muito do capital e de interesses. Em suma, o dever de cada companhia é colocar os Infernais para descansar, procurar a causa da combustão humana espontânea e lutar no lugar das pessoas. Mas, com a supremacia dos poderes individuais, cada companhia mantém as informações que obtém para si mesmo e nada é dividido. O 8° distrito é um corpo que alguns da Agência de Defesa de Incêndio forçaram a criação, montada com aqueles em que podiam confiar para investigar as Companhias e os membros suspeitos do 1° distrito ao 7°, para descobrir a verdade.

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[mpcomagnetics]

Magnetic Induction B and Magnetic Polarization J

Magnetic Induction B and Magnetic Polarization J Practice and theory have proved that when a ferromagnetic or ferrimagnetic substance is magnetized in a magnetic field, in addition to the magnetic field in the substance, because the magnetic moments of the atoms of the ferromagnetic substance turn to the direction of the external magnetic field, it generates an additional magnetic field M inside…

[intimidating-fettuccine]

(*・∀・*)ノ I wanted to fix my request on the cody one since ik you don't do cody so sorry! Can you do a scenario if zalgo were to put a 24 hour curse on the creeps so that their personality would flip and then slender would have to deal with some of his kids being super rude but some being super nice? (Sorry again and sorry if this is an odd request (ToT))

I appreciate you fixing it! I was going to handle it myself, so I appreciate you helping me :) I hope you enjoy, I tried!

He thinks he must be dreaming. Surely, Slender thinks, this must just be a very realistic nightmare that he's living in, but nope, this is his life. He knows the spell won't last more than a day or two, but he cannot wait for all of this to be over and for things to go back to normal, because this is absolute hell. Normally, they all get along, and act (generally) respectfully toward Slender. But now, now there's constant screaming, there's constant yelling, and the mansion has become swallowed up in chaos. He can't even depend on Tim, his right-hand man, to help him with this because Tim has become the most disrespectful of them all, and quite honestly, it hurt Slender's feelings, not gonna lie.

In an unlikely turn of events, the ones he has to turn to for any amount of support are Kate, Helen, and Candy, who are the most stable. Kate who is usually an energetic trouble maker has become calm and stoic, listening to Slender easily, and then there's Helen, the avoidant guy who is now incredibly emotional and clingy, and Candy, who despite his normal shenanigans like Kate, has become incredibly toned down and serious to the extent Slender wondered if it was Terrors he was speaking to and not Candy. Kate and Candy easily separate fights together, of which there are many. It's heartbreaking for Slender to see the family he has built quite literally tearing itself apart at the seams. Natalie and Toby are screaming at each other and breaking things, Tim and Brian (the two who have never fought before in their lives) have been arguing for hours, and that's just the stuff he can see and hear, he has no idea what anyone he can't find it up to, and it worries him. Not because of the mansion itself, but because he worries for their safety and their feelings. Kate and Candy do their best for damage control, eventually corralling everyone and getting them somewhere Slender can see, but the bickering continued, until finally, Helen snapped.

Their personalities may have switched, but the sight of Helen, who never expresses emotion, breaking down sobbing and just asking for everyone to calm down and get along so they could be a family again triggered something in all of their brains, and they all shut up and did as he had asked. Some of them had even apologized to Helen (and Slender as well), but the display had clearly gotten them to relax. They all stayed in the same room together, all eventually falling asleep, and finally waking up the next day having returned to normal. Of course, despite the spell, they all remember the previous day, and there are a lot of tears and apologies to just about everyone in the mansion. Those who broke things were quick to clean them up and offer to repay Slender, those who had arguments apologized and asked for forgiveness, and just about everyone was apologizing to Helen for upsetting him so much, which caused Helen to become extremely embarrassed, curling in on himself and wishing he could disappear because of his actions the previous day. It made Slender so happy to see them all apologizing and trying to fix things, but he was mostly just happy to have his peace and calm back, especially as they were all doing their best to make it up to him. The only person to miss the entire fiasco was poor nocturnal EJ, who had slept through the day and upon waking up at night had felt unusually lazy due to his personality change, so he went back to sleep. Upon finally coming downstairs that afternoon, he was very confused by the sound of all the broken things being thrown away and the sound of so many people crying, wondering what the fuck had happened. It was an awkward explanation, to say the least.

[rowansugar]

It's my Birthday! Also, I am moving next month! So it's the perfect time to get yourself some goodies and help me clear out some inventory and also make me a happy bday girl.

To make it sweeter, everything is 12% off, applied automatically at checkout!

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ+ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇxʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ

⋆ ★ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴜʟʟꜱʜɪᴛ 😭😭. ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ꜰɪᴄ (ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ?) ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ʏᴀʟʟ ʜʏᴅʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ! ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ❤️

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

He’s given you one of his bandanas. He has a fair collection of them, all the same color (little color coordinator hehe), and first gifted it to you when he left you on deployment, in his words, ‘As a way to remember him by.’ You like to wrap it around your wrist or tie it to your bedpost, staring at it on nights he’s gone. And bless the Maker if you ever wear it to match with him; he might just melt.

Hunter is also an early riser, but he is so light on his feet he has never woken you up once while slipping out of the bed early in the morning. You’ve been upset before because eventually you do wake up and realize he’s not there and have to search the Maurader or your apartment to bring him back to bed instead of wandering aimlessly.

This is a little embarrassing in his opinion (though you don’t mind at all), but he wants your scent on everything. He loves the way you smell, his heightened senses bless him with your calming, relaxing aroma he just associates with you and your loveliness. Wear his shirts, rest your head in the crook of his neck so he can smell your hair, and spray your perfume/cologne over his cot. It’s all the better when you’re away for a long time; if he’s having a rough day or experiencing a sensory overload, he can go to his cot and take in your scent; it calms him down almost instantly.

Always has his hand resting on your lower back while walking through a large crowd. He’s protective, yes, but if the two of you aren’t careening through throngs of civilians, it’s not typical for him to do this. But if you’re in a busy market down in Ord Mantell or some other planet, he’s always ready to grip your waist and point his blaster at any seeable threat.

Has been fantasizing about bringing his knives into the bedroom, but doesn't know how to tell you. Hunter is self-aware enough to know that it’s not a conventional kink, so he doesn’t want to scare you off of intimacy with him and also doesn’t want to risk hurting you, but fuck has he fantasized about it. And besides, he shouldn’t worry too much about accidentally hurting you; y’all know how dexterous he is with those knives, there’s no way it could slip as he twirls and trails it over your skin.

Tech

Tangles his legs with yours, without fail, every time you are sitting beside him. He's one of those ADHD people that needs to have their feet elevated for some reason (He's just like me frfr), and you're right there, the perfect footrest! He'll want to tangle your limbs together and have his feet propped up on the end of a couch or a stool or box, literally anything, but as long as his feet are up and he's touching you, he's as happy as a clam.

Has photos of you hung up all around his cot. Tech's recording hobby doesn't stop during missions or experimenting; he takes lots of images and videos of you as well through his helmet. He has a whole album of it in his files; he's printed out his favorite ones and put them by his bed so he always has you with him.

Actively searches for common interests and things you enjoy so the two of you can talk about them. He values quality time greatly and wants to spend every second he gets with you making you happy and making sure you love being around him just as much as he loves being around you. So if you express a liking or admiration for a certain topic, Tech will spew out all information, discussion points, and questions possible. He loves to see the way your face lights up when you get to talk about something you love.

Messages you every thought that comes to his mind, even if he’s right next to you. Although his brothers love him to death, they do tire of his endless train of incoherent ideas and tangents. You, however, don't mind it; you enjoy it in fact. So he's taken on the habit of sending frequencies your way with his random thoughts, whether about his current task at hand, an observation of someone else, or even about you.

Does extensive research on how to achieve maximum pleasure during sex. He falls on the end of the spectrum when it comes to sexual experience out of the Batch, but he makes up for it with his pursuit of knowledge and curiosity about you. He's always researching new positions, methods of foreplay and penetration, and even creating his own sex toys to also help in creating the experience as good as possible for the both of you. It's honestly great.

Wrecker

Loves to do your hair. You seriously don't know how or when he picked all of this up, but he's extremely talented at all different types of braiding, knots, everything. He wants to do it for you whenever the opportunity presents itself. And if you have short hair or cropped to your head, he'll brush your hair; he also enjoys washing it if you decide to shower together. His head massages are godddly.

Massive food sharer. If you have some snack you're munching on, unless you somehow are able to hide it from him, he's stuffing his hand into the bag or in your space to grab a couple bites for himself. But he also shares with you all the time, he's not that selfish. He's honestly more generous and giving than he is taking. You don't even have to ask half the time; Wrecker's already got a handful saved just for you.

Sneaks his hand up your shirt while cuddling to act as a heater. This man is just a massive

HUGS FROM BEHIND! Are you doing something that requires your back to face him while he's walking past, or doing something completely different? Don't EVER expect him not to for the hug. He scoops you up into his arms and squeezes you so tight, but also so cautious to not hurt you. It never fails to catch you by surprise and you squeal, absolutely terrified. Until you hear his booming laughter and a kiss against the side of your neck, and you melt into his embrace.

Has accidentally shoved you when he wasn’t looking down... It honestly happens more than you'd expect. And once he realizes it, he practically drops to his knees and begs for forgiveness (although he already has it). You know he doesn't mean to, but sometimes he just gets so excited that he just loses sense of his surroundings.

Crosshair

Dirty intrusive thoughts, 24/7. You walk out of a room while he's sitting down? Big mistake, his eyes are level with your ass; now the image of it bouncing while hitting it from behind has been conjured up? You walk up so close and look up at him with wide eyes? Uh oh, now he's imagining you on your knees. Sipping on a straw? Those hollowed-out cheeks should be around something else... You get what I mean.

Pinches your hips while walking past you, without fail. It's just a cheeky way of him saying hello that doesn't require much of him, but still conveys affection in a brief but understandable way. He even does it during actual intimate moments as a way to tease you. And look, even as he slowly becomes more comfortable being open and physically affectionate with you, he doesn't give up this; he just likes it too much. Besides, he'll never get sick of the little squeals you let out in surprise. It makes him chuckle every time.

Asks you to hold his toothpick for him if necessary and put it back when he’s done with what he was doing. Yk that meme of "Hold my flower" and "I got ur flower bby go kick his ass"? Yeah, this radiates that energy. If he wanna throw hands, take a sip of his whiskey, or kiss you without tossing away a perfectly good toothpick he will make you hold it. At first, you found it strange and even a little gross, but honestly, it's also very charismatic. A perfect combination of boyish, tough, and trusting.

Catalogs every single thing you say for future use, for better or for worse. Tell him your favorite drink? He orders it for you if he arrives early to 79's. Say you enjoyed something he did for you, either in general or sexually? He'll be doing it way more often now. But he also uses it to tease the hell out of you. If you tell him about embarrassing moments from childhood, slip up your words even just a little, or just be fucking clumsy? You poor child will never hear the end of it.

Sexting KING. Also really good at phone sex too. Like both he is so good at, you don't even know how he learned it or even have the time to do it, but oh my are you grateful. You both get off when he instructs you, orders you around and have you around his finger even if you are stars away.

Echo

Really good at massaging, but also loves to receive massages too. Even if you don't feel that you're good at it, he'll instruct you kindly to knead at the spots most tense and knotted up for him until he's moaning under you. But holy shit, he's so fucking good at giving massages; he can have you relaxed and blissed out in under 5 minutes. Echo's picked up on the skills from helping with his own tense muscles always connected to prosthetics and likes to provide services for you.

You always have to finish his plate; he’s a picky eater, and he's the type to dissect and push away the parts he doesn't like and crowd it all into one corner, but it ends up making his plate look like an excavation site. So you oh so kindly eat the parts that you like he insists taste horrible.

Likes to shower with you. He loves the intimacy of it, getting to clean each other up and be in such close proximity. He's also the type to crank up the water temperature to skin-burning levels because it's never fucking hot enough- but yeah, shower sex ends up happening a lot cause of this. Not that you're complaining.

Looks at you first when something happens to show his reaction; whether it be a look of disgust, confusion, amusement, or something else entirely, you are the first person he glances at. We already know he is expressive as hell, but he usually doesn't do that whole 'wordlessly exchange thoughts' thing, at least until you come along. You feel so privileged, weirdly enough, for you to be the first person he looks at. It's honestly so cute.

Has a favorite pillow in your apartment. He discovered that it was pretty early on, and you always seemed to notice that he wanted to lie his head on it more often than the others, but he didn't outwardly say it was his favorite until a little later. But now, that pillow is HIS, no one else can use it. It has a special place on your bed and you always make sure to wash it before he comes back from a string of missions and have it ready for him when he inevitably comes over and spends the night.

[khaohomies]

Hi *Proceed to spam pressing the oc maker button*

Here is their face concepts!

Just a bunch of coworkers trying to survive their shitty workplace

Some info about their classes and basic personalities! (Might be change, Except of bulldog and milo)

Roland - LMS Kitson 0-4-0ST [The small yet tough one]

Madeleine - L&YR Hughes 4-64t [The motherly one]

Archibald - LMS Stainer class 8F [The idealistic old timer]

Shepherd - BR class 47, painted in the transport police livery [The stern, bossy one]

Dandy - BR class 52 [The nervious perfectionist]

Honeybee - BR class 07 [A dreamer and absentminded]

Cooper - BR Class 08 [Aggressive yet defensive of love one]

Hila - BR Class 30 [The chill butch 😎]

Biscuit & Bun - BR Class 122 [Gossiping, drama loving sisters]

Owen - BR Class 37 [Unenthusiastic and burn-out]

Bulldog - BR Class 55 'Deltic' [Grumpy and distant]

Milo - BR Class 90 'Skoda' [Chatty, overly optimistic fella]

I might develop more with these guys if I have time!

[femmesandhoney]

Seeing all this stuff about low birth rates is frustrating. Regardless of whatever reason people give for not having children, it will always be about one thing.

Women. They say ‘young people’ they mean women.

Complaining about low birth rates is complaining that women aren’t walking wombs.

They’re not criticising men. And why would they? Men don’t carry the children. But they should be.

Men and the patriarchy are the main cause of every problem women cite when saying why they won’t have children (excluding the ones who don’t want any regardless of course). If men got their hands out of their trousers and used them for good, for change, then low birth rates would be a lot less. If they found their humanity and empathy then the world would be a lot better for everyone.

‘Low birth rates’ is just a criticism of women exercising their right to bodily autonomy.

Remember when South Korea's government put out an official map of the number of fertile age women in each district (sorry if thats not the right word) because they thought it would promote "friendly competition" (of birthing babies...) between districts and it got pulled within like the first day because of immediate outcry. The state views women as baby makers and carriers. That is all the state sees us for everywhere in the damn world and it kills me inside every time.

It's also notable that when women gain rights and status within a society, the average age of marriage goes up (and BR goes down), as more women prioritize education and work. A good thing! An amazing thing for the health and wellness of a society in fact, to have half of its population educated. Except this is bad actually bc educated women learn civic skills, they learn history, they learn to read and write, they learn all sorts, and they learn to oppose a system that keeps them down and thats very bad for the men in charge 😣

It's also why you see big pushes rn in tradfem spaces to keep women from going to college, bc the more a person in general goes thru college and completes a bachelors, they more they believe women are oppressed and that we need feminism. They really want women to give up in life and return to the home and be homemakers again w no legal status or protections at all, all of it a guise under birth rate concernism

[dogncorvotranslations]

re:curse

JOGO | re:curse

CRIADOR | Dev Palmer

ENGINE | RPG Maker VX Ace

GÊNERO | Terror, comédia, surrealismo, ficção científica

LANÇAMENTO | 22 de abril de 2023

DURAÇÃO | 1 - 2 horas

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ENREDO

Linda Langley, uma pesquisadora excêntrica, acaba presa em uma trama complexa quando um de seus projetos malucos começa a apresentar erros.

Quando seu laboratório é distorcido e o problema (LITERALMENTE) ameaça se espalhar por toda parte, ela e sua colega de trabalho, Joan Tsai, precisam lutar contra o tempo para evitar que as consequências de seus próprios experimentos arruinem tudo!

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Agradecemos ao autor, Dev Palmer, por autorizar a tradução!

Leia o MELEIA.txt disponível nos arquivos do jogo para mais informações.

Esse jogo tem alguns gatilhos, como jumpscares, imagens piscantes, violência e mais. Verifique a nota nos arquivos para informações adicionais.

Esse jogo tem 2 finais (um só pode ser adquirido depois do outro). Dentro dos arquivos tem uma pasta nomeada Caroline House, e dentro dela existe um "jogo" adicional (que recomendamos que você apenas jogue depois de concluir a história oficial).

Por favor, notifiquem qualquer erro de tradução ou bugs através dos nossos contatos ou pela página oficial do jogo.

Caso algum youtuber ou streamer grave a nossa tradução, por gentileza, deixe os créditos na descrição ou nos comentários.

Agradecemos. Bom jogo!!!

Clique aqui para baixar re:curse (PT-BR)

[jreads]

Unexpected Constellations (Part 10)

Rating: M (18+, Minors DNI)

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of blood, Foul language, Sexual content (yum), genuinely like it's getting very hot in here.

A/N: i don't even know what to say. No better time then the present though a.) because my love of pedro has been reinvigorated since the release of tlou b.) because mando s3 starts veeryyy soon and c.) because we are 3 days from this fic's 1 year anniversary! I cannot believe that is a thing I just said. I wish I could apologize enough for the long, unannounced hiatus I took but it would probably have a bigger word count than this part itself. Anyway enjoy, and thanks for all the love and support you've given throughout my absence. Also, if I miss adding new people to the taglist, please just ask again on this post! As always, reblog appreciated <3. Comment on this post or the masterlist to get added to the taglist!

The nightmare came again. And maker, it felt so real. You thrashed against invisible restraints, blood running in red rivulets down your arms, down your legs, pooling beneath you. 

So much of it.

He was running, sprinting, down a darkened hallway, lungs aching with the effort. But each step brought him no closer. He watched your breaths grow more and more laboured, saw your pallor go pale, tracked your eyes as they rolled back. All the while throwing himself through the corridor, reaching senselessly…

When you finally slumped, held in some invisible restraint, he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Din launched up from his spot on the floor, fully focused on keeping his dinner down. He was sweating, the loose fabric of his shirt sticking uncomfortably to his back. He hated those dreams. The nausea abated slowly, and the blankets pooled at his waist, welcoming the cooled air of the Crest. The helmet was on, and he would have torn it off to breathe if not for the scene in front of him. 

You were up, legs dangling off the end of the cot, eyes open, staring but unseeing. Your hands were clasped in front of you, and you were running your thumb along the inside edge of your palm. Somehow wrong. So wrong. He dialed up the night vision and tracked your gaze to where it landed, on the small stone perched just mere meters from where you sat.

He whispered your name, quietly, so as not to startle you. He was still hoarse from sleep. But you seemed not to hear him at all. Stars, were you even blinking? He repeated it, more insistent this time, already rising from his place on the floor. Still… nothing.

He approached you slowly, waving a hand in front of your face. Not even a hint of recognition passed over your features. Only when he grasped you by the shoulder did you look up at him, surprised, as if you hadn’t even noticed he was there.

“What’s wrong?” 

There was silver lining your eyes. And something so eerily beautiful about it.

“Hey…” He moved to sit beside you. “Come on, talk to me.” 

You were still worrying away at your hands, and he reached over to grasp them in his own. The warmth drained from his face.

You had dragged your thumbnail over the soft centre of your palm, digging an angry, red line into it. Blood welled from the cut… you didn’t look at it once. You were focused on him, only on him, something like despair and hopelessness flickering over angelic features.

“I have to tell you something.” It was barely a whisper, slightly haunting.

He could only nod. “Okay.”

You seemed to wrestle with yourself a bit, identifiable by the darting of your eyes, the tight press of your lips. There was a fallen eyelash atop your cheekbone, the small hint of a blueish bruise peeking out the neckline of your shirt, a small split on your lower lip. He hadn’t noticed it before, perhaps because he had been so distracted in kissing you senseless. How the mood of a few hours prior had sobered.

Finally, you confided: “It talks to me. It’s been… talking to me.”

Oh. 

“It keeps going… and I- I can’t get it to stop.” A solitary tear broke free, and you wiped it away yourself, exuding not sorrow or fear, but… frustration. And he cursed the damn thing, soundly, considered the consequences of opening the ramp door in hyperspace just to chuck it out into the expanse of darkness between the stars.

“What is it saying?” He was unsure whether it was wise to ask.

You looked away helplessly, and he could see you… fighting it. But when you looked back at him, the words came fast, like you couldn’t bear to keep them in any longer. 

“It says it’s mine. Says it belongs to me.” Your shoulders slumped in defeat. And then you were shaking your head, almost violently. “But it can’t be… It can’t be, because if it is, then that means…” 

You tripped over your words, and he heard the change in your tone as you fought back tears. “It means that I’m…” 

You didn’t make it through the sentence before you choked, just once. He understood what you were trying to say. He also understood how foolish that was. So he did the only thing he could, and gathered you up against him. There was no resistance, you gripped his shirt, and he could feel the damp of your tears stain the front of it.

“You’re not.” He shook his head. You cried silently into his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what it says… I knowyou’re not.” 

He dragged you back into the bunk, and you went with him easily, practically limp in his arms. He wasn’t entirely sure whether it would do much to shut out the sound of the stone, but he closed the door of the alcove anyway, plunging the space into absolute darkness. 

You were still crying, ever so quietly. And so, keeping one arm around your middle, he lifted the other to the edge of the helmet, sliding it awkwardly off and placing it to the side. Your silenced sniffles were the only indication that you had even noticed.

He lay back—and kriff, he had forgotten how comfortable this cot was compared to his own makeshift bed. You fit yourself into his side perfectly; somehow, it felt as if you were made to be there.

He trailed a hand along your shoulder, savouring the feel of your skin, and yet cursing the circumstances. 

“Focus on me.” 

Down your arm, to your back. You pressed closer to him, drawing your own arm over his abdomen, holding him with the same desperation that he held you, like you might piece each other back together.

“Focus on my voice.” He smoothed down your hair, and on impulse alone, placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. You sniffled once again, or maybe you were breathing him in.

In the pitch black, you lay there for some time, and he whispered to you every now and again, to draw your focus back, to make sure you were with him, and nowhere else.

Seconds, minutes, maybe hours later, you spoke back.

“Din?” Your voice was heavy with exhaustion, and he could feel you grow heavier in his arms. There was something about the way you said his name. It sounded soft when you spoke it… fragile and comforting.

He trailed a hand down your spine. “Yes?”

You were silent for a long moment, breathing so even he thought you might have fallen asleep just then. But, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, you grasped onto him tighter.

“I love you.”

Everything stopped. Time and space and the breath in his lungs and the thoughts in his head. You drifted off against his chest, totally oblivious. He thought he might fall apart in the force of the moment. And even though you wouldn’t hear it, he whispered into the darkness. 

“I wanted to be the first one to say it.”

You woke to merciful silence. And warmth. It took a moment for you to regain memory, to piece the events of the night back together. The body under your own, corded with muscle, was the last piece of the mosaic. 

His heartbeat was rhythmic under the soft material of his undershirt, and you refrained from stretching, from moving at all, because there was nothing you wanted more than to prolong the moment.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had been held.

He smelled nice. It was something you couldn’t place, a hint of the soap from the fresher, but also something more masculine, more… him. In the darkness of the cot, you were engulfed by it, scent, sound, feel. There was no room for anything else.

It seemed an easy realization then, like puzzle pieces fitting into place. In Canto Bight, the crystal had taunted you relentlessly, until Din had found you in the alley. It had remained silent during your… endeavours in the cockpit and had only resumed its cryptic hushing when you had separated to sleep. It seemed to simultaneously confuse you and make exact sense.

As long as you were with him, you were safe.

He stirred then, taking a deeper breath, and readjusting against you. He seemed to have slept soundly; was that normal for him? You maintained your stillness, timing your breaths to seem even.

“You’re awake.” 

It was half of a question, half of a statement. Kriff, how could he tell? And stars, the rough, sleep-laced tone of his voice was downright sinful.

You gave up on your performance, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah.”

“How are you feeling?” Like I don’t want to move.

“I’m okay.” A partial lie.

His silence made him seem unconvinced, so you rushed to move off the subject of yourself. “Thank you… for last night.” You felt the flush in your cheeks when you realized you hadn’t specified what part of last night you were thanking him for. Both maybe. Definitely both.

“You don’t need to thank me.” His voice was so much richer without the vocoder, warm even. You wanted to drown in it. Naturally, you said the opposite of what you were thinking. 

“We’ll probably be coming out of hyperspace soon.”

“Hmm.” He only tightened his hold on you. “Karga can wait.”

Something about the way he said it sounded almost sensual. Or maybe you were just imagining it. You needed to stop imagining it.

You cleared your throat. How embarrassing would it be if he could read your mind right now? A subject change was needed, before you went clinically insane. 

“So where are we going to go and drink our tea surrounded by our copious amounts of credits?”

He tapped his fingers against your spine. “I was thinking Naboo.” And he said it like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“Really?” There was such childish excitement in your tone. He knew. You had told him. About your childhood and your father and the plans that you had made to visit together.

“There are a few scattered lakes in the northwestern hemisphere. We could land along the coast of one.” You played absentmindedly with a loose thread on the blanket, trying to reign in your giddiness as he spoke. “I think Grogu might enjoy it.”

You laughed lightly, imagining the child terrorizing the poor insects and small creatures of the forested planet. “Yeah, he probably would.”

In the darkness, his hand found your chin, tilting it slightly. “Only if it’s something you would want, too.”

Perhaps, if you looked hard enough, you might have been able to make out the edge of a chiseled jaw. The hint of stubble.

“I would.” He seemed to relax further underneath you. “I really would.”

He drew several stares as he disembarked from the Crest. That was normal.

They lingered as he made his way into town, past the looming archway, merchant’s stands, past the healing baths. That too, was normal.

What wasn’t normal was the presence at his side. And while it grounded him immensely, it was also an extreme source of anxiety. 

You matched his pace down the busy lane, so close that you occasionally brushed his shoulder, chin held high, even as he could see you scanning your surroundings. A front for the sake of caution, always.

It didn’t lessen his nervousness. 

He had so desperately wanted to avoid this, exposing you to the prying eyes of the Guild, to Greef Karga in particular. But the truth of the matter was: if he had refused to bring you in, whoever had caught wind of you would know that he cared enough to keep you out of harm’s way. That you were important to him. That was extremely dangerous.

You were well aware of the face you would have to put on today, the game you would have to play. The Mandalorian garnered respect in the Guild through a ruthless and threatening reputation. Despite your inclusion in his meeting with Karga, it was one he would have to keep up. He suggested it was best that you do the same.

You must have been able to see the tension in his posture, or you might have read his mind, because you had grasped onto his gloved hand just before the ramp began its descent. 

“It’ll be okay.”

He could only nod in understanding because nothing about this felt okay. It felt like exposing a wildflower to the cold expanse of space, just waiting for the tips of its petals to frost over and turn colourless. You had squeezed his hand again.

It had reminded him of hours before when you had grasped at his fingers mindlessly while he tasted you for the first time. He much preferred those conditions.

Thinking about it as he strode through town managed to dull the edge of his anxiety just a touch. It still felt a bit like a dream; he was struck dumb by the unbelievability of it. You. And him? It barely made sense.

He had almost cried when you finally left to wash and shed the dress, folding it, and storing it somewhere safe to return to Cantonica once the job was done. At the same time, it was nice to see you back in your usual clothes, more at ease. But even so, he wondered if you had felt the palpable weight of his unspoken words last night, and the tension they carried. He also wondered if you remembered the words that you had spoken as you drifted off. The admission that had seemed like nothing to you but meant everything to him. Something in your demeanour had changed.

You stuck close to his side as you darkened the entrance of your destination. The cantina’s metal door swept to the side, and as usual, it fell eerily silent as he crossed the threshold. A younger, naiver him would have relished in the attention, the fear, the respect. But now, he despised the stares, found himself trying to make out the hushed voices. Especially since their direction now included you. 

He walked ahead, leading you to Karga’s table. If he had been able to see your face, he would have marveled at the downright bored expression you levelled back at the onlookers, holding gazes until they averted.

“Ah, Mando! I was wondering when you’d get in!” Greef Karga was as annoyingly enthusiastic as ever. However muted, chatter seemed to pick back up as he approached the man. Din noted the widening of his eyes as he took you in as well. But he barely missed a beat. Impressive.

Clapping Din on the shoulder, he extended a hand out to you. “Mando’s kept me waiting ages to meet you.” 

You took it smoothly, offering a small smile in return. “He keeps me locked away in the weapons cabinet.”

Karga’s booming laugh bounced off of the stone walls. “A sense of humour? How do you two even get along?” He motioned for you to take a seat across from him. Din led you to sit first. He wanted you furthest from the chaos of the crowded cantina, somewhat blocked in by a wall of beskar. Away from prying eyes… and whatever else.

“I heard Canto Bight saw quite a bit of action.”

He hated this part. The usual engaging of small talk. Casually conversing had never come easy to him, apart from with you, but even that had taken some time. Perhaps it was a mercy he had brought you along. You replied smoothly.

Nails tapped on the varnished tabletop. “Things got a bit… crowded.”

He chortled. “I can only imagine!” Leaning in close, he whispered to you: “I’d ask how you did it, but it’s quite unlike Mando to share his tactics.”

Sarcasm bled into your rich tone. “Really? I can’t imagine why… he’s usually so chatty.”

The man laughed again, throwing his head back with the force of it. “Come now, I must know how you two met.”

“Maybe another time.” He didn’t try to hide the lack of pleasantry in his voice. He pulled the small, wrapped parcel from the belt at his side, placing it on the table. “Do you have our credits, or not?”

He caught the movement of your upper leg against the bench just before you kicked him under the table. He stilled your knee with his right hand. It probably would have hurt you more than it hurt him anyway.

Karga pawed the wrap just once before looking across the cantina. “Vorg!” he beckoned over a male, tall and broad, with facial markings adorning a pale face, and horns protruding from his head in a sort of crown. A Zabrak. Din had never seen one up close before. 

I didn’t take long for curiosity to turn into him wondering how much force it would take to break off one of the horns. The way the man looked at you made Din slightly murderous. Perhaps he could rip off the one protruding from the left side of the male’s head and impale him with it. Though it might not run deep enough to do sufficient damage. 

It took a beat of awkward silence, you raising your eyebrows, and Karga clearing his throat for the Zabrak to remember why he had been summoned.

Cracked fingers slid a small device across the tabletop, perhaps the size of a thumb.

“What the hell is this?” He wanted to get out of here. He wanted his credits, and he wanted you, and he wanted to leave.

You wondered if Din was aware that his hand had travelled from your knee up to your thigh, grasping it with some sort of proprietary grip. The tension rolling off of him was almost thick enough to cut.

You pushed the device back across the table. “We’re not picking up another job right now.”

“See… now I told him.” Karga was shaking his head. “I did. I said my people preferred to get paid by me. They trust me… it’s how business is done… you know how it goes.”

He was rambling.

“Greef.” Mando’s voice was low… low enough to send a chill down your spine. “Where’s my kriffing money?”

You didn’t miss the way Karga slid the wrapped crystal back towards you. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

“The client would prefer to pay you in person.” He was picking at a piece of dirt on the tabletop, all of a sudden hesitating to make eye contact. “To congratulate you on securing the bounty.”

That made no kriffing sense. Of course, Mando had dealt with clients wanting to interact directly with the hunter, but the last time that had happened, he had ended up neck-deep in Empire business, and travelling with a new, green son.

“Bantha shit. What’s really going on here, Karga.” Din’s voice was tense. You felt tense. Greef Karga looked tense. Even the Zabrak, still hovering around the edge of the table, had waves of tension rolling off of him.

No one spoke for a long moment. 

“I suppose it’s for security reasons.” Karga pushed the device back over gain. “Less people handling the bounty, less of a chance of it getting swept away by greedy fingers.”

The Zabrak finally excused himself, backing away from the table and making for the door with haste. Was the flash in his hand a comms unit, or purely a trick of the light? You refocused on the conversation.

Din’s hand was higher still on your leg, and you were starting to find it hard to concentrate, though it seemed like he barely noticed.

Fine, whatever. At this point, you wanted to just take the crystal back and go. As long as Din’s hand remained between your legs until you made it to the buyer, it wouldn’t be too tough, would it?

You plastered on a fake smile, reaching for the device. “So, coordinates… I’m guessing?” 

“Smart girl.” His smile was anything but genuine. “Plug it into your nav system and it will calculate the jump itself.”

High tech. That was even more unsettling.

“Fine.” Din’s voice was clipped. “But if anything goes wrong with the payment…” He stabbed a finger in Karga’s direction. “…I’m holding you accountable.”

He held his hands up. “Wouldn’t expect any less from you Mando.”

Both your and Karga’s posture eased, but Mando stayed stiff. You laid a hand over his under the table, willing him to calm. You swept your thumb over the leather of his glove and could have sworn he shuddered in response.

Karga was still doing damage control. “Mando, you’re my best man, you know that.” He was still as death beside you, but you knew part of him was probably eating up the compliment. “And with the two of you together… just imagine the money we could make!”

The table was silent for a moment.

“You’ll hear from us.” It was all Din said. 

Good. Let the man sweat a little.

You left the cantina ahead of him, though he rested a hand on the small of your back, guiding, but also laying claim. Patrons looked away as the both of you passed. He didn’t feel good, about any of it. Anonymity, secrecy, a high-level bounty, and now he was running around in circles just to get his damn credits.

Credits. A lot of kriffing credits. Enough to keep you, the kid, and himself out of trouble for a long time. Enough time to lay low, and to hopefully share what he now had hidden in the hull’s under-floor compartment. Enough time to have you and Grogu all to himself.

The town’s rocky vista passed in a blur, and the Mandalorian was so lost in thought that he was entirely unaware of the way his arm had snaked around your waist as you walked.

He remained oblivious just until you had ascended the ship’s ramp, and he let you go to close it.

It raised with a whirr, and your voice cut the sound.

“You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?”

And then it came flooding back. His hand on your leg under the cantina table, on your back and waist as you left. After he himself had explicitly said you would need to keep a cool and professional distance. And he was at a loss for words because… well… it was the truth.

You probably could have tasted the admission of guilt in his silence.

He went to move towards you; it had always been easier to show you with action then to talk about it. Besides, the way you were looking at him now, there was one way he knew to wipe the smirk off your face.

But he found himself completely immobile.

He fought against it, just once, before it dawned on him. He uttered your name in a low tone.

You had your head tilted to the side, a rather mischievous glint in your eye.

“What?” There was a hint of humour behind your words. “You want to touch me, Din? Go on… touch me.”

You were egging him on, and he knew it. Apart from your nightmare, you had never used the Force on him. Ever. He could break through it… right? He put a considerable amount of effort into one push forward.

He barely moved a millimetre.

You laughed, a light exhale through your nose. “What am I going to do with you?”

He could only stand, slightly dumbfounded as you circled him. Traced a finger over his pauldrons, the back of his cape, the breastplate.

He said your name again, this time a guttural, tortured sound.

“What?” You were enjoying this, he could tell. The way you were looking at him was almost predatory, covered with a mask of feigned innocence. 

He was already half hard. “Fuck.” He pulled against your hold again. “Let me go.”

“Where are your manners, Djarin?” Your eyes were already half lidded, holding that semi-dazed look he loved so much. 

And then he felt them, like ghosting hands, across his chest, under his armour, lower. He choked. When was the last time he had even been touched? It felt like his skin was coming alive, tingling with the most pleasurable sort of burn.

He had always been in control, always had to be, especially with women he didn’t trust. But you, oh it was so different with you. He had this unearthly, inescapable curiosity of what you might do if he handed you the reigns. How you might make him feel.

“What’s going on under than tin bucket?” He still felt those invisible touches around his thighs, over his lips. What if he passed out right now? What if he died from sheer desire? He was quiet.

You moved closer. “You have to tell me, Din. You have to tell me if you want this.”

If he wanted this? Maker. If it weren’t for the force hold, he would probably be on his knees by now.

“Please let me touch you.” He was begging.

But you only shook your head, once. “You had your chance.” And then your hands, real hands, were dragging up his pauldron breastplate. Yes, he was definitely going to die.

“My turn.”

You seemed completely unhurried as you tracked your finger across his armour, silence interspersed by the occasional click of you releasing the plates.

However, he knew better now. Your pulse jumped in the crook of your neck, and a pleasant flush crept its way across your cheekbones.

“So beautiful.” 

His words made you pause, for only a second, a ghost of a tender smile appearing and then disappearing as fast as it came. 

Your hands had made it down to his weapons belt. The clasp came undone with a sharp clank. 

“Oh yeah?”

Then you reached in a grabbed him, stroked the length of him… slowly… and he hissed.

Maker, son of a—

How many times? Just like the night before, he marveled at the old fantasies he used to keep locked in his head. How many times had he pretended his own fist was your hand and muffled his noises behind the safety of the helmet, cursing his own improprieties. 

It had to be some feverish dream that he would surely awake from any second now…

You ran your thumb over the tip, his body jerking in response. The force was the only thing keeping him standing right now, and from the smirk on your face, you knew it.

“I can feel it…” You moved even closer to him, bodies flush against each other as you jerked him off. “…I love how much you want me.”

I love…

I love…

Din groaned, the stimulation too much. He needed to move… needed to feel you. “Cyare, let me go.”

You pumped him faster. “What will you give me? If I let you go…”

Anything. Everything.

“Please…” He exhaled sharply. The sounds he was making were downright shameless. 

You were merciless. “I want to taste you, Din.” 

How was your voice so kriffing sweet? 

“Will you let me?”

Of course. Of course. As if he even had a choice. 

Then you were on your knees before him and stars, he didn’t even know if he was breathing.

“Relax. You’re so tense.” The hint of concern in your voice sounded so genuine that he barked out a laugh.

“You’re really testing me here, princess.” You smiled at the nickname, and he found himself melting just a little bit more.

When you took him in your mouth, he saw stars. 

All the Mandalorian creed’s promises of glory and honour, it all paled in comparison to this. You were going to kill him. Rip him apart and piece him back together again.

It was slow, melodic almost, and torturous. If he could just… wind his fingers through your hair, cradle your jaw… something. And he could feel your eyes on him, always, gauging his reactions, listening to the noises he made, drinking in the lust-addled feel of the moment.

And he was tightening. Every muscle, the fists in his gloves, and you could feel it too… he knew it.

“Come for me.” It was a soft demand. And it fucking undid him.

He was gasping for breath, groaning and pleading, your name on his tongue like a kriffing chant. And you took it all, muttering soft praises that made him feel like he had indeed died and gone to heaven. 

He braced a hand on the durasteel wall behind you as he crashed headfirst through wave after wave of pleasure. It was so overwhelming, like the world had faded out of view. It was just you and him.

You rose finally and cradled his face, the helmet hanging down as his chest rose and fell in panting breaths. Were you laughing? Psycho seductress.

It was then that he noticed the freedom of his movement, the glove that had moved to brace against the ships hull. You seemed to remember it at the same second that he did. Your eyes went wide, just a fraction.

Yeah… oops.

In a second he lifted you gracelessly, swinging you over one shoulder. Your squeal echoed through the quiet ship.

“Din!” You pounded fists lightly against his back. “Put me down!”

“What will you give me?” He parroted your own words, spinning and making his way to the cot. Your legs kicked the entire way.

Your roar of frustration had him shaking with laughter. You weren’t getting away with this. He wouldn’t be anywhere near satiated until you were writhing underneath him. Oh, he’d make you beg.

Careful to mind your head, he ducked into the narrow entrance of the cot and flung you down. You pinned him with such a look of stern defiance that he almost laughed again. But as he crawled over you, arms pinned on either side of your head, that look turned so heated it burned, and he could feel himself getting hard again.

Din Djarin was going to make you forget your own name.

He trailed a hand over your face, down your neck, between the valley of your breasts. Your chest was already rising and falling erratically.

Yes. Where should he start? Maybe—

“ST-70 Razor Crest, you are parked on Nevarro City grounds. Please vacate your spot at the earliest convenience copy?” The robotic voice travelled down from the flight deck.

His hand halted and he took you in for a moment until you whispered, breathlessly: “You should probably get that.”

The Mandalorian growled as he straightened, put his aching cock back into his pants and stomped his way to the ladder.

Your giggle chased him all the way up to the controls.

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Cody Rhodes Incorrect Quotes

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Y/N: Cody, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Cody: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Y/N: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Roman.

Cody: Wait- Y/N, no-

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Rhea: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths.

Cody: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

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Y/N: This is a bad idea.

Cody: Then why are you coming along?

Y/N: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

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Cody: I love making parties more interesting by telling strangers “I want you to know that I personally have no problem with you being here.”

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Dom: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Jey: *looks over at Cody and Y/N*

Jey: Is it “sexual tension”?

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Dom: Stay foxy.

Rhea: Die lonely.

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Rhea: I like your top, Y/N!

Cody: I have a name, you know.

Y/N: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

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Y/N: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Cody: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

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Dom: That’s illegal, right?

Rhea: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?

Dom: No-

Rhea: Then shut the fuck up.

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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Rhea: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Roman: ...I did. I broke it.

Rhea: No. No you didn't. Dom?

Dom: Don't look at me. Look at Y/N.

Y/N: What?! I didn't break it.

Dom: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Y/N: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Dom: Suspicious.

Y/N: No, it's not!

Cody: If it matters, probably not, but Jey was the last one to use it.

Jey: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Cody: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Jey: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Cody!

Roman: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Rhea.

Rhea: No! Who broke it!? <br <b="">Everyone:

Cody: Rhea... Dom's been awfully quiet.

Dom: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Rhea, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Rhea: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Rhea:

Rhea: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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Cody: Hey, do you know the password to Y/N’s computer?

Dom: Fuck you, Cody.

Cody: Hey!!

Dom: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouCody".

Cody: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Cody: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Y/N: But I'm a vegan.

Cody: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

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Rhea: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

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Cody, to Y/N: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Y/N: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Rhea, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Y/N cute or small.

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Jey, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

Cody, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

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Cody: I would let you ruin my life.

Y/N: Sorry, I’m busy ruining my own. You’ll have to wait.

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Roman: Hey, Cody, do you have feelings for me?

Cody: Yeah, anger.

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Cody, gently nudging Roman aside with their foot: Roman, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Roman, their eyes enormous: You kick Roman? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Cody! Jail for Cody for one thousand years!

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Saturday Movie Night: Railscale 1

Here's an idea I've been sitting on for ages, which I hope will become a semi-regular feature on this here blog. It's a pretty basic idea - every week (if I remember), I share a video on here which I think you guys would be interested in seeing. Naturally, that means a lot of the videos will be to do with Thomas, or real-life railways (real and model), or anything else I decide is worth sharing.

I don't know if anyone here has heard of Phil Parker, but yes, I am basically ripping off the Saturday Film Club feature he does on his blog.

You may well remember me talking about Railscale a couple of years back. Well, since then, someone's gone and uploaded all three issues to YouTube (see that earlier post for why there were no more). So I thought, what better way to kick off this semi-regular feature?

See above to watch the programme, and see below for more details about the contents.

THE BROMFORD & HIGH PEAK RAILWAY (7mm/O)

This huge, spectacular O gauge layout was deliberately shrouded in mystery by its creator, Ferrari importer Ronnie Hoare. For security and insurance reasons, he rarely allowed visitors to the layout - the Railscale team were thus privileged to be allowed to film it for this feature. The layout itself featured over a scale mile of track, and included models from some of the country's leading model makers.

INSIDE A SAWMILL (7mm/O)

We next look around Les Tindal's scale model of an American sawmill of the interwar period. The sequence shows how Les adds details and develops scenery, and finishes with a look at huge he achieves the authentic weathering of timbers and metals.

PECORAMA (Various)

Pecorama is a permanent model railway exhibition in sunny south Devon, own and operated by the PECO company. They believe that any house or flat can accommodate a model railway, and the layouts on display have been made with this philosophy in mind.

WINCHESTER CHESIL (4mm/P4)

The Scalefour Society was one of the leading pioneers in the great push towards greater realism for model railways. This exact scale model of the GWR's Winchester station was made by society members from the Southampton area, and they take up the story of how the model came into being.

BOYTON CROSSING - PART 1 (4mm/OO)

The first in a series of segments demonstrating the construction of a model building - based on the crossing keeper's cottage at Boyton, on the Salisbury-Warminster line. Railscale's resident model maker, Mike Jolly, talks us through the process of researching and measuring the prototype, before building up the basic structure with card and embossed sheets.

LIVE STEAM ON THE ISLE OF MULL (Live Steam/10.25")

 In 1984, a miniature railway opened on the Scottish island of Mull, linking Torosay Castle to the ferry pier at Craignure. The line has since developed into a tourist attraction in its own right. Nick Dodson of Railfilms shows us around, and talks with founder Graham Ellis.

PROJECT N - PART 1 (2mm/N)

Mike Jolly returns to commence the construction of an N gauge layout. After deciding on the plan, he chooses and cuts the timber, and makes a start on assembling the baseboard.

COACH CONVERSION (2mm/N)

Railscale 1 concludes with this short segment, demonstrating how to convert a Graham Farish BR Mk2 coach, to represent types not available in the ready-to-run market.