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[duchi-nesten]

DannyMay Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

We’re halfway through the event and I can feel myself going insane

[writer-kad]

So i finished MAWS and...

It was really good! I can't belive it took this long to actually get a good interpretation of Superman, and lovable himbo is exactly that. I loved the art style and stylistic choice to make everyone a twink because, in comparison to Clark, everyone WOULD be a twink. Although it does urk me a little that the multiverse episode was key to Kryptonite getting to earth and Superman realizing he's from Krypton.

All the villains are awesome and Livewire has been one of my fav Superman villains since i saw her in STAS. Parasites design was INCREDIBLE and i loved just how anime he was.

Score: 9/10

[rock-a-noodle]

Okay but WHY THE FUCK does Lancelot look like he's flipping the bird at someone!?

[writerlyhabits]

Ni Ceta

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Word Count: 5.7K

Summary: Your second day in the covert reveals both new and familiar faces; hospitality and hostility.

Chapter 2 of the Shereshoy series | Masterlist | Ch. 1 | Ch. 3

Warnings: lots of Mando’a, mild language, soft Din, awkward Din, protective Din [he’s got a wide range, okay?], original Mandalorian characters… maybe a little bit of angst? It’s mostly worldbuilding, so I think that’s about it. 

AN: A word from the author – "I'm in grad school, I take forever to write things." This is the second part of a sister fic for my fic Courting a friend of mine wrote based on this request, and I’m so happy she’s letting me share it with you guys! In this chapter, we get to see some new faces – or helmets, I should say – and I am here for what they have in store for us! Thanks for reading, we hope you enjoy 💛

This series is also on AO3, so you can read this chapter there too…

Translations:

Baar’ure: medics 

Gotabor(e): (approx) mechanic(s)

(Lit.) engineer(s)

Aruetii(se): outsider(s)

Me’bana?: What happened?

Copikla bal mirdala: cute and clever 

Copikla: meant to refer to babies and animals - never women unless you want your head ripped off

Could be considered a backhanded compliment or an insult

Ne shab'rud'kaysh, vod:  (Approx) Don’t fuck with her, brother. 

(Lit.) Don't mess with her, brother. (extremely strong warning, likely to be followed by violence)

N'eparavu takisit, vod: (Approx) Sorry, brother. 

(Lit.) I eat my insult, brother

Me’dinui: share, give to one another 

Aliit: family

Solus mhi oyacyi: (Approx) United, we remain

Buy’ce: helmet

Ik’aad: baby, child under 3

Jatne vod: “sir” or “ma’am” 

Cabur(e): guard(s)

Kad: In reference to Kad Ha’rangir, destroyer god in the old Mandalorian pantheon

Utreekov: fool, idiot (lit: emptyhead)

Ni ceta: (Lit) I kneel, (approx.) I’m sorry 

Ni ven’ceta par gar ratiin: I will always kneel for you

You feel the chill of the cave air settle around you as you rise from your slumber.

Opening your eyes, a soft glow leaks into your space from the room adjacent— signaling that Din is also awake. Not that he sleeps for very long anyway. Rather than immediately leaving the comfort of your sleeping mat to join him, you opt to spend a few extra minutes holding the little one close, hand on his back, as he continues to sleep soundly on your chest. Mornings like these are commonplace— cuddling with the Child until you feel ready enough to begin the day; making fresh caf for you and Din to share, feeding yourself and the little one, while enjoying the quiet company of one another in the cockpit. Perhaps our routine can stay somewhat the same, even here.

Mustering the strength to pull yourself from your warm cocoon of blankets, you slowly rise, trying to not disturb the Child. Two feet on the cold stone ground, and a blanket wrapped over your shoulders, you wander towards the common room. 

In the corner sits a short-legged table, the perfect height to tuck ones’ legs beneath while enjoying a meal, or in this case, the morning caf. Din sits beside it, his shoulders and head leaning against the wall, his legs outstretched and crossed in front of him, and his hands interlaced across his abdomen. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was sleeping; but for the first time in a long time, Din is simply relaxing. 

His head turns slightly to look at you as you approach, his arms slowly extending upward for the morning trade-off of the Child. Din guides him to lie against his shoulder while you ease yourself down to the floor, sitting across from him. Getting to watch Din with the Child like this was rare— it wasn’t often Din was able to decompress, allowing his body a break from the constant weight of armor. With bounty hunters and Imperials searching for the three of you, danger lurked around every corner. Din had to be prepared to fight at any moment. Seeing him unarmored and at ease— getting to enjoy the simple action of cuddling with his Foundling— makes you feel more calm, despite how unsettled you had been the day before.

“Did you sleep well?” Din asks— his voice soft, to not stir the Child. 

“Yeah…” you nod, your fatigue causing you to trail off, leaving your thoughts incomplete. When Din shut out the lights before falling asleep, the pitch black  of the cave was not unlike the darkness in the Crest every night. Despite the sleeping mat not quite matching the feel of your bed on the ship, the familiarity of the darkness had been a comfort, allowing sleep to come easily. 

However, it wasn’t entirely refreshing— with the usual lag of being on a new planet, as well as the ever present nip of the air throughout the night. Feeling the chill of the bedrock beneath you, you pull your blanket tighter around yourself. “...but it’s colder here than I expected.” 

He readjusts, shifting the child to his other shoulder before replying. “The temperature underground remains constant,” he tells you, not unkindly, “It’s best to dress warmly— prevents the stone from absorbing your body heat.” He taps his fingers on the ground to emphasize his point. You nod, and the three of you ease into a comfortable silence, Din continuing to lie against the wall as you pull the blanket tight around you once more, hunching forward to rest your arms on the table, and your head atop your arms. It’s almost too easy to doze off again, your grogginess coupled with Din’s calming presence. 

Before you’re able to drift back into a light sleep, he gently places his free hand on your arm, giving a light squeeze. His gruff voice just barely above a whisper, “I know you’re tired— but we won’t be out long… You’ll meet the baar’ure and the gotabore, and we’ll come back here.”  

Gotabore— that’s a new one. The mechs? 

Your eyes meet his visor again, and with a small sigh, you nod at him. “Let me get dressed… then I’ll make the caf.” Giving him a weak grin, he gently removes his hand from your arm, allowing you to stand back up and return to your sleeping area once again. While changing into a set of durable work-clothes, the time alone offers you the chance to reflect on the current arrangement— reiterating once more where you’ve come to, and why.

Recalling back to the discussion with the Alor the day prior— inquiring about some of your aptitudes and skill sets, tasking you with specific labor, and instructing Din the same. Being a guest in their home; shielding you from any dangers, being given a bed to sleep in and meals to eat— requesting that you earn your keep seems reasonable. But why did she ask— tell— Din to bring you here? When you first met, she did not deem you as a member of his clan, despite your… relationship with Din and your role as the other caretaker of the Child. Currently— the populace of this pseudokarst-hidden covert regard you as nothing but an outsider. An invader. A danger. A threat to their safety. An aruetii. 

And yet, no matter their levels of distrust, you are here, by the Alor’s request.

This is not the first time you have had to deal with unpleasant people— those that make the day seem unending or unyielding in its discomfort, or work with ones who question your intelligence or ability at every turn. The only surefire way to ease the inquietude of your cohorts is to employ the same tactics that you always have— by simply doing your best. With Din, this came naturally. As a pragmatic man, he values and trusts both competency and integrity. Showcasing both traits allowed him to ease his habitual suspicion of strangers and eventually, after enough time, foster a fond friendship between you. Perhaps utilizing the same tactic can render a twin outcome.

It can’t hurt to try, at least for Din’s sake.

You understand, at least to some degree, what the concept of clan and community mean to him. After the tragedy of Nevarro, you watched him silently mourn his many losses, not just of the individuals, but the purpose he held in providing for his people, his sense of worth intrinsically tied to the survival and prosperity of his tribe. Whilst those who are gone will never return, this new collective of Mando’ade could present Din with an opportunity to release his residual guilt and shame, resuming his role as a primary generator of income, sponsoring many Foundlings and adults alike for many years to come. In essence, Din could finally come home. 

Your place, for now it seems, is to make this arrangement with him, and them, work. To not instigate or incite any conflict, to not act out of turn or be discourteous. The way to the heart of your companion was through patience and compassion; and thus cooperation and communication is the way to solidarity with his comrades. Presenting yourself as an equal, as someone who has earned the respect and trust of one of their own can give them the freedom to do the same, without fear. And perhaps, one day, to care for you and about you just the same as Din does every day. 

—

The workshop is lively— abuzz and boisterous.   

The cavernous walls echo and amplify the clangs and thumps of the tools, muddling together with the chatter of the Mando’ade working together. In the mess of noise, you can distinctly make out their laughter, of all things— and with it, their camaraderie. At this moment, you can’t seem to recall a time in which you were that happy to be working on anything— undoubtedly, you’ve enjoyed some jobs and some people, but you can practically hear the smile in their voices hidden beneath their buy’ce. 

For a group of ‘fearsome, ruthless warriors’, this isn’t what I expected.

The workshop appears to double as a port for the strange variety of ships they have stored, ones they must have collected over time, perhaps as more Mando’ade arrived at this covert. Anything from speeders to small transports. Most of them don’t appear to be in the best condition— and by the looks of others, not entirely operational either. At the far end of the shop is the hangar door, which presumably leads to the outside, where two Mandos are working on a small ship— a CS fighter.  A small single-manned starfighter designed for combat, so customizable and versatile they’ve withstood the tests of time— most models still in existence are decades old. 

Another pre-Empire ship, I’m sensing a trend.

The two Mandos underneath the ship pay no mind to you and Din as you approach, instead focusing on trying to remove a part from the underbelly of the starfighter. Upon closer inspection, you take note of their appearances. One Mando adorned in armor painted a faded mauve— old paint, chipped on the thighs and chest piece; and the other a light blue, with gray accents detailing the armor throughout. The two of you watch them work for a minute before Din speaks, getting their attention. 

“Perhaps my friend could be of some aid.”

Their heads snap to you in unison, staring at you both for a moment. Mauve tilts her head, “Nice to see you too, Djarin.”

You give a slight chuckle at her response. Din can be the worst at introductions sometimes. You look back over to him, waiting for his own retort. Rather than greeting her, he nods his head once, and gestures towards the starfighter, “Me’bana? What’s wrong with it?” 

Mauve pulls herself out from underneath the ship, wiping the oil on her gloves on the unarmored sections of her pants, and leaning herself against the wing.“Engine keeps overheating— we don’t have enough parts to replace every cooling unit, and I haven’t figured out which ones are failing or why,” she says casually, crossing her arms. She nods at you, “What do you think?” 

You match her stance, crossing your arms, leaning your weight to one side, giving the question a moment of thought. “A ship as old as this? Check the ground conductors. The one’s on the Crest fry pretty often, especially with how manically he flies it.” In your peripherals you see Din turn his head to look at you, as if your jab at his pilotage genuinely offended him, but hearing a snicker from Mauve, he looks away.

Listening to your suggestion, Blue works to take apart the cooling unit they had already removed, working his way down towards the center. In less than a minute, he’s able to remove one of the culprits responsible for the malfunction— a very fried ground conductor. With a little, prideful smirk, you turn your head slightly to look back at Din, your eyes meeting his visor. He gives you a short nod, a silent approval of your correct assessment, his own unique way of telling you, Good work.  

Blue rises from his back to a seated position, setting down the tool he has in hand. He refuses to look at you, to address you— to even acknowledge you, instead staring at Din. “Copikla bal mirdala— I see why the Alor let you keep her.” 

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

If you’re dastard enough to undermine me, have the gall to do it in Basic, asshole. You want to conjure some sort of response to him, but ignoring his attempt at a crude remark may be the best course of action— to retaliate with your own insult will do nothing but escalate this dispute. As you have come to learn, anger is prone to rashness. And anger, whether it’s yours or Din’s— or both, is what he wants. And you won’t give him the satisfaction of having it. 

“Ne shab'rud'kaysh, vod.” 

Din, however, gives in to the bait. His voice irate— a warning, a threat. For a brief moment, there’s a passing worry about the possibility of Din igniting the flames of his gauntlet, a favorite weapon of his when he’s provoked. If anything, a knife fight feels more likely. The silence between the four of you somehow drowns out every other noise in the shop. The two of them continue to glare, both waiting for the other to make the first move. 

Your eyes watch back and forth between the two of them, waiting with baited breath. When Blue slowly raises both his hands in a mock surrender,“N'eparavu takisit, vod—“, and Din finally looks away from him, you know things have settled… for now.

An uncomfortable silence returns for a few moments, and Din is still not at ease. Mauve finally quips, “You saw it for yourself, go find another conductor.” She waves her hand, gesturing for Blue to leave. He rises, walking towards the other ships in the center of the shop— “You too, Djarin, find some.” She adds, casting Din away in the same manner she did with the other gotabor.  

Din hesitates. He doesn’t want to leave your side— and looks to you, with a silent question. You nod at him, an unspoken It’s okay— with a sigh, he complies with her command. “Fine,” he swiftly turns around, leaving the two of you alone. 

You watch them descend further into the shop, until they disappear from your sight. You’re left with the sounds of the distant chatter of the other Mando’ade, continuing to echo as it did when you first arrived. 

Well, that could have gone worse. 

Of the six Mando’ade you’ve met, three of them have not been hostile. It’s a start.

Continuing to stare off, Mauve speaks once more to get your attention. “Come help me check the rest of them.” 

Her request brings you back to the present moment, turning around to see her lying underneath the ship again, hands deep in its underbelly, loosening some things and pulling others. You kneel down, until you’re able to lower yourself to the ground completely, lying next to her. She hands you the cooling units as she pulls them out, and the two of you work to take them apart, sitting beside one another. 

“Jado doesn’t like you. But pay him no mind.” She states, matter-of-factly. 

Yeah, he looks like a ‘Jado.’ 

This revelation of Jado’s discontempt is unsurprising— and not unexpected. “He doesn’t know me,” you say. Asking a question of why would be inane, you already know the answer.   

“Well… none of us do. You’re an aruetii.” That moniker makes your stomach churn, but her lack of malice allows you to diminish the feeling of dejection quickly. “But that’s not inherently a bad thing. We’ll all get to know you soon enough.” 

…What? 

She continues, nonchalantly, “Djarin and the Alor trust you; so that’s all that matters. Aruetii or not.” 

You continue to work, letting a short-lived silence settle between you, before she speaks again. “I’m Odona. Clan Drii. Unfortunately, Jado’s a part of it too. My little vod.” 

You listen as her spiel drags on, leaning in to signal she has your attention, “We both usually work on the ships here, but he’s still pretty new at it— and I haven’t worked with many Pre-Imperial ships. When I heard that you were coming, after being on Djarin’s ancient me’sen?” She raises both her hands dramatically, “Briikase tuur. Happy day.” 

Listening to this Mandalorian monologue feels like an oxymoron— given the usual disposition of your companion, and the general taciturn reputation that all Mandalorians seem to hold amongst the outsiders. Regardless, her comment and theatrical gestures make you grin.

“Don’t tell me you’re another ‘strong and silent’ type… Djarin’s sulking is enough for me.” That makes you laugh. 

He does sulk a little, doesn’t he?

Smiling, you finally respond, “No. I think I’ve just grown accustomed to the sulking.” 

Odona snorts. “Sorry to disappoint you, but you’ll get none of that from me. You’ll replace Jado for now, we’ll likely get more accomplished that way.” You’re not disappointed, the change of pace will be interesting— a new opportunity to learn a lot from. You feel a little prideful, knowing that she’s pleased with your knowledge and ability. 

Before Odona can begin another monologue— and perhaps to disprove her claim of yours and Din’s shared hobby of sulking— you seize the chance to ask a question of your own. “I’m surprised by how many ships are here— but why are so many of them stripped out?”

Her hands stop, a pause in her tinkering as she ponders your enquiry. With a tilt of her head, she finally answers. “Whenever we get a new ship, it gets…” she hesitates for a moment, attempting to better articulate herself, searching for the precise word; “...triaged.” 

Interesting connotation.

 You suggest, “...As in, you decide whether to fix it, or scrap it for parts.”

“Exactly. We don’t have the resources to fix everything. It’s best to spend our time efficiently— focusing on the ones that will yield the greatest benefit in the long run.” The explanation is sound, yet Odona sees your underlying confusion still present. She asks you, “Why?”

Din would blow a fuse if someone tried to strip the Crest… again… Damn Jawas. 

You point in the direction Din and Jado wandered towards, “I can see why he landed the Crest over a mile away from here.” Odona chuckles at the light joke, and you continue, “But— people are… okay with their ship getting scrapped?” On the surface, the concept almost sounds absurd. For Din, the Crest is another home. Everything meticulously ordered, from his weapons to his food stocks. Despite the frequent abuse his ship endures, he works to ensure its continued functionality, it’s almost a second layer of armor, one he cares about greatly. 

“Well, no one has a personal ship— whenever any newcomers settle into the covert, any ships they once owned join the tribe’s fleet,” Odona explains. 

Your brows furrow. They just give away their ship to the covert?

She elaborates more. “I guess it could be difficult for someone outside of…” she gestures to your surroundings, “...this… to understand. We share things— me’dinui— do what we can to contribute to each other, to our community.” She shrugs, watching you, gauging your reaction. “A ship doesn’t mean anything… But supporting your aliit? Your family?” She pauses again, her voice passionate, “...It’s everything. All we truly have is each other.”

In a galaxy so wrought with selfishness, greed, and ‘survival of the fittest’— the thought of anyone doing anything for a collective good is almost inconceivable. And yet, hearing the emotion of her voice, listening to her speak of the tenets you see Din adhere to so unfailingly, the concept of unity seems more tangible, more apodictic.  

Setting down the tools you have in hand, you softly lament, “Sadly, I think I’ve become a little jaded to that idea...” you look at her, hoping to meet her eyes behind her visor, “...but I’m open to having my mind changed.”

You nod at her, and she does the same. In a familiar tone, Odona enounces, “Solus mhi oyacyi— this is the Way.” 

—

Upon Din’s and Jado’s return with the necessary parts, Din extends a hand to you to help you rise from the ground. 

As you stand, Odona quips “Making me do all the work with these?” 

And with Din’s reply— “We have other matters to attend to;” you make your way towards the exit, giving Odona a wave, and she returns with a nod. 

As you both close the heavy metal doors of the shop behind you, the hush of the cavern is jarring— the noise of the chaotic banter suddenly silenced. You’re only left with the sound of your blood whooshing in your head, and again, the persistent gelidity of the cave air forcing a chill up your spine. You exhale, removing your hands from the door, and slowly turn around to face Din. You stare at one another for a moment, before taking another breath. 

“Odona said you sulk too much,” you say, your voice light and soft, to break the quiet tension without dissettling the quiescent chamber.

He huffs at your teasing remark and tilts his head, “...It seemed like the two of you were getting along?” He matches your volume, inquiring gingerly.

There’s worry in his voice, you recognize. Lingering feelings of contrition for the unnecessary antagonism Jado had given you. It must be strange for him, you contemplate, this role reversal of sorts. Outside these walls, he’s a living embodiment of minatory. In his day-to-day, he has to make an effort to appear benign to sociable strangers— whilst you, on the other hand, are as regular as any other citizen in the galaxy— posing passivity is the goal, a fine balance between being amicable but guarded. But now, in his enclave, you have to think and behave as he does when he interacts with everyone else in the galaxy— an intriguing juxtaposition.  

You smile, “Yes, she’s interesting...she reminds me of Peli.” That’s not all he wants to know. It’s another tacit question, a chance to tell him how you feel without him having to ask. You take a step closer, letting your eyes meet his visor, “She also assured me that continuing to ignore her brother’s jibes is the best course of action.”

He sighs, and his shoulders drop. “I told him not to do it again.”

Din isn’t good with words. He’s curt, sometimes to the point of being tactless. On Sorgan, when faced with the obligation of informing the villagers of their predicament— Bad news, you can’t live here anymore— his delivery, at best, was uncouth. Nice bedside manner— Cara had told him, which earned a chuckle from you. He usually thrives more in one-on-one interactions; he can be amenable— kind, even. He ensures to give people thanks when necessary, listens to others without interruption; and attempts to be a calm presence, especially in times of turmoil.

Where he excels, however, are in his actions. Whether it’s the softer things— letting the Child grip his finger for comfort, a gentle hand to help you;  or the more intense things— fighting his way through an army of Imperials to ensure the safety of his aliit, Din shows his care through his actions. He didn’t protect you from the enmity of his cohort because he thought you were incapable of vying against another Mando’ade. He wasn’t attempting to patronize you— but rather displaying his respect, to not stand idly by when someone is attempting to ostracize you. 

His care is a reverent kind, one he conveys with both his body and his mind, a message given with nary a word spoken.

You stare into him once more, hoping to meet his eyes. You grin, and give a soft “Thank you.” 

He doesn’t respond, he simply nods.

You gaze at one another for a few moments, before you nod your head to the side, gesturing to him to start walking; just as he did to you the day prior. Together, you walk beside each other through the various halls and passageways— working to build a mental map of the cave system— until you reach the medbay. 

It’s a small room, one equipt to host only a few residents. Along the chamber walls are privacy shields— drawn to create different spaces for individual patients. Towards the back are tall shelves of med supplies— anything from syringes and needles, blood tubes, to disinfectants, gauze, and kits for intravenous fluids— supplies that would allow for basic blood tests, and treating minor to moderate wounds. Near the entrance sits another Mando, the baar’ur— their armor a deep green with teal sigils along the side of their buy’ce; holo pad in hand, seemingly deep in focus. 

The sounds of your footsteps pull her attention. “Ah, su cuy'gar, Djarin, it’s been a while. How’s your ik’aad?” 

He extends a hand for her to grasp, pulling her from the ground. “Fine. He’s with the other ade.”

She looks at you, “Jatne vod, I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.” 

“I hope I can assist.” You give her your name, she replies with her own; Mavis. 

She sighs, exasperated. She points to the first room, “One of the idiot cabure just showed up for the third time in two weeks, and…” She stops, and takes a deep breath, trying to ease her agitation, “... and I don’t want to deal with him again.” She holds the holopad out for you to take, “Can you handle this for me?”

Reading through her notes, you skim over some of the details.

G: He is in no apparent distress. He is alert and oriented

S: No open fracture or bony abnormality

E: Laceration to left shoulder, 15cm x 1 cm, simple, shallow

A simple laceration… “No sutures or staples?” You ask.

“No. Just use a tissue adhesive— I would have just made him do it himself; but he can’t reach it.” Her annoyance seeps through her voice again, “So, don’t waste any bacta on that,” she replies, pointedly. She mumbles under her breath, shaking her head, “Kad knows that utreekov will be back here next week.” She looks at Din, who gives her a sympathetic shrug. 

She must be the only medic here. 

You nod in understanding, “...I’ll take care of him, Mavis.” You turn around to walk towards the room, reading through the rest of her notes. Din and the baar’ur carry on in conversation as you approach the line of privacy shades.

Standing before the first room, you use the corner of the holo pad to tap upon the pole holding the curtain— a sound to alert the patient of your arrival, “Can I come in?” you ask.

A moment of silence greets you, before a deep voice answers “...Sure.”

Slowly drawing back the curtain just wide enough to allow you entry, you step in. 

A familiar Mando sits before you. The idiot cabur.

The same idiot cabur you met yesterday— the very one that glowered into your karking soul like he craved nothing more than to break you in half. The sight of him makes your stomach sink— dread coursing through your bones, your nerves firing to prepare for his inevitable attack— skin electric, heart racing, blood cold. 

You’re not safe.

You breathe, trying to will your voice to return once more. Taking a moment, your eyes scan up and down his form— assessing his position. He’s slouched, sitting atop the bed, one leg tucked underneath the other, a hand pressed against the injured shoulder. His pauldrons and chest piece sit beside him, his shirt half pulled over his form, revealing the nasty gash across his shoulder blade. Your eyes finally meet his visor— almost hoping to find his own beneath it, only to greet the same abyss that bore into you upon your first meeting. 

Breathe. You nod at him, feigning nonchalance, “What happened?”

He observes you in return, tilting his head. 

His gaze, though not predatory, reveals his intrigue. You’re enigmatic, oracular— he’s studying you, fixated on your features; searching for the apologues and adages that have sculpted your spirit— the flame of your psyche he yearns to succumb to. For a moment, he too is breathless, lost in the sea of your presence, desperate for a mast to secure himself to. He yields, finally looking away from you, to bring his attention to his injured shoulder.  

He considers his response, and answers your question; almost timid, but with an obvious lightness to his voice. “I— uh… bravely protected the covert from an invader.” 

You blink, and furrow your brows in confusion. You slowly shake your head at him. “No.” You reply, unconvinced. “Try again.”

He straightens his posture, looking at you once more. After another pause, he argues his second retelling of events. “Okay… again, I bravely rescued a Foundling lost in one of the Back Caves,” his voice less shy, but still chary.

His witticism begins to thaw the icy tension between you, reforming to liquescent diffidence— your pulse easing back to its restful tempo, the slight tremor of your hands gradually ceasing. You stride towards him, equanimous and assured, until you’re close enough to inspect his injury. A nasty gash, skin frayed along the edges, with smaller abrasions surrounding it— the beginnings of a bruise coloring the area. Dust and tiny shards of lava rock are settled on the skin throughout, peppering the wound. It looks painful.

Your eyes meet his hidden ones, desperate to conceal your amused grin he’s given you, “No,” you challenge, an insincere jest, “...last chance.”

He chortles, looking away again, almost bashful. “I fell,” he responds, resolute. “In the Back Caves… Lost my footing on an unsteady rock, and landed on a sharper one.” His coyish inflection shifting to one aflutter— in a moment of confidence, he returns his gaze to you, illuminated by your amused expression, having caught on to his jocular antics. 

You nod, and try to hide your simper, “That sounds right.” You gesture to his shoulder, “May I?”

“Please.” He moves slowly, turning slightly, allowing you easier access to his shoulder.  

With the wound in full view, you work to treat him.  

It only takes but a few minutes to clean the area, the two of you spend that time in silence. He fidgets, not in a way that indicates he’s in pain— but rather that he’s unnerved, nervous, even mousy. This massive Mando’ad sits beside you with such tension in his form, as though he’s bracing for an impact; on the precipice of the inchoate attack— waiting for the aruetii to spit their vitriol, to exploit his vulnerable position and leave him more scathed than when he arrived.  

With your hands gently pressing over his shoulder blade, sealing the adhesive in place; he releases a long held breath, the anticipated aggression absent. The tautness of his muscles gives way, highlighting their definition across his back as he decompresses. Stop looking. His heat radiating into your palms, a warmth you’ve been starved of since entering this frore catacomb, you’re reluctant to pull away— longing to linger in the intimacy of this untrodden amity that has just scarcely begun. 

Slowly, you will yourself to retreat, discarding the soiled gauze and removing your disposable gloves. “Does the brave cabur have any other battle wounds?” You tease, disrupting the prolonged silence.

“No, ma’am,” his tone reveleaving the alacarious smirk hidden behind his buy’ce. As you turn away, he maneuvers his arm back into his shirt. He continues, “...thank you. Vor entye.” 

You look back to him and nod, “Of course.” 

Just as the silence settles again, and you attempt to leave, he recommences. “Before you go…” He waits for you to stop, “I was hoping to speak with you?” His inflection returns to one of timidness again; but he sits straighter, his legs wide and relaxed, his hands resting over his thighs. Even without his armor, his broad form fills the space around him. Don’t ogle. “We didn’t get to talk much yesterday.”

Difficult to chat when you think you’re about to die. “No, we didn’t.”

His voice turns gentle, almost placating, as if he heard your thought. “I’m Ikarus, a guardsman for the covert. The other cabur was Sabe.” He breathes, tilts his head, fidgets like he’s considering every word before he says it. “It’s our duty… to ensure the safety of everyone here. Including you.”

You’re frozen in place, refusing to cross the threshold to him again, despite his words wanting you to ease yourself closer.

“I—” the words are trapped in his throat, “I failed that duty yesterday. I failed you.” 

He pauses, looking down to the floor, gathering his thoughts once more. “I’ve been here a long time. We’re very careful who we allow in here. Having a new Foundling and an outsider come in like this is unusual, to say the least.” 

He looks to your face, meeting your eyes, “But this… inordinate circumstance… doesn’t give me the right to scare you. Being leered at by a giant, armed, faceless stranger should not have been your first impression of us… of me.” 

His guilt bleeds into his speech, a sadness overcoming him. “I’m sorry.”  For a moment, Ikarus envisions you, the terror in your eyes upon your first meeting, your protectiveness of the Child, of Djarin shielding you from his ravening presence, keeping you away from him. “Ni ceta, I’m sorry.” 

You stare at him, speechless, in awe of his confession. 

Ni ceta. I kneel. 

A rare, groveling apology you had only heard once before— in an unfortunate situation with Din that left you both upset— he found the Basic phrase I’m sorry could not express his attrition wholly. He had explained the Mando’a words to you; their connotation, their significance. Kneeling, you learned, was one of the highest forms of respect to another Mando’ade— not only a display of humility, but reverence, obedience; and at certain times, even submission. Whilst his genuflect never came, his declaration was enough for you both to reconcile. 

But the person before you is not Din Djarin.

Having a man like him brought to his knees would be a sight to behold. 

In a moment of boldness, you slowly step towards him— soft on your feet— until you stand a mere meter apart, never looking away from where you presume his eyes to be. In a quiet, demulcent tone— barely above a whisper; before you can even think to reconsider your words, you ask him, “Are you going to kneel, Ikarus?”

Thence, he is in free fall. Your emollient voice and temerarious inquiry luring him into the vast unknown of you— succumbing to the pull of your orbit, the fire of your spirit. In an instant, his body relaxes— his eyes bore into yours, as he slowly rises from the medical bed to his full height, before bending the knee to kneel below you. After a moment, he extends his hand for you to grasp. Whence his hand grips yours, he answers your question in kind; “Ni ven’ceta par gar ratiin.”

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[cabezadeperro]

Hi! Would you be willing to do #24 for Boss/Niner, where it's antagonistic on the surface but they low-key need each other or have something in common that they have with nobody else?

hi anon!!! the prompt was whispering in the other's ear, and i went with something else. post-war, everything's well and fine and sev's alive. established relationship, 560w, G. it's my first writing these two, so i hope it doesn't disappoint!

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Niner’s the one charged with waiting for Delta in Enceri’s spaceport, buy’ce under his arm and the cold, cold wind of late autumn filling his nose with the smell of hot metal and rotting leaves. The veshok don’t lose their needles once winter hits, but everything else does: the land around Kyrimorut looks burnt yellow and grey by lack of sunlight, the sky pregnant with storm clouds that slip down the mountains to the north and flood the valley where Skirata built his vhett with heavy, dense mist. 

He doesn’t quite know why Delta won’t go directly to the vhett—everyone else does. Something tells him it might have to do with the same reason they don’t live in Skirata’s land anymore.

Their ship—an old, souped-up gunship big enough to act as a home—finally lands. Niner shifts his weight and watches the vessel cool down and one of the spaceport workers step closer to the lowering ramp, splashing around the puddles on the tarmac, checking something on their datapad. 

There’s a part of him that can’t help but tense at the obvious lack of—of care the worker reserves for their job. He tucks it away: they’re just some birther. They simply don’t know better, and anyway—it probably doesn’t matter. Enceri is just a tiny, forgotten town in the middle of nowhere. 

Niner shifts his weight again. They were rounding up the animals when he left. They don’t need him, not really, but he can’t help it. Fi’s been having a few bad days, and Kad got sick last week, so Dar’s been distracted, and Atin’s too busy helping out his wife with her new business, and Ordo and Prudii are the only Nulls not offworld, and Skirata—well. Prime knows the old man tries, but he isn’t as young as he used to be, and the cold and the damp always mess with his joints.

The first to exit the ship is Scorch, as always. He immediately strikes up a conversation with the spaceport worker, tugs him aside. Sev follows, hair messier than ever, a distracted scowl on his face, and Fixer’s hot on his heels, one hand on Sev’s shoulder and his bucket on. 

Boss the last to step off the ramp. First he locks down the ship, and then he effortlessly corrals his old squadmates, aiming them towards Niner with the ease of practice, and Niner feels his mouth twitch, the warmth inside his chest butting heads with grief.

Niner still remembers the days they spent in Triple Zero holed up at Qibbu’s, he remembers the tension and the fights and the arguments, so it always shocks him, how genuinely happy they are to see him. Scorch hugs him, short and tight, and then there’s Fixer rattling his vambrace against Niner’s, and Sev’s arm wrapped around his neck.

Boss waits his turn patiently, bucket off and a tiny smile on his face, his eyes warm. Niner elbows Sev right under his plates and ducks away, and then Boss’s arms are around him in a bonecrushing hug, his stubbled chin rasping Niner’s neck, dry lips on his ear.

Boss sighs, almost too soft to be heard, and Niner can’t help it—he darts in, brushes a quick kiss on his hair, still regulation-short and so soft, and then he lifts him slightly, arms wrapped tight around Boss’s middle, until Niner hears him wheeze out in laughter.

[licdu]

Domestic Girlfriend

English: Before I started watching, I heard a lot of bad things about this anime. And maybe it's just me, but I actually liked it quite a bit. Anyway, we have the main character - Natsu. Natsu is in love with his teacher. The first time we see Natsu, he's in some club, where he meets a girl who stands out because she doesn't like those kinds of things. They realize they have some similarities and they go to her place (the girl's name is Rui) and try having sex for the first time because they're bored with their lives. Yes, there is a lot of depression in this anime. After that, they part ways and think they'll never see each other again. The mother of the teacher Natsu likes is getting married to Natsu's father. Also, Rui and the teacher - Hina, are sisters. So now they are Natsu's half-sisters. While they live in his house, there are a lot of "temptations" for Natsu because he likes Hina, but he had sex with Rui. Hina decides to live on her own. We meet more supporting characters. There are problems when Hina and Rui find out what Natsu had with both of them. There are really sad and ecchi scenes, so if you plan to watch this, watch it when there's no one else at home. At the end of the anime, Natsu's school goes to a festival where, for the first time, Natsu and Hina have a sexual encounter. However, the school finds out about it, and there are big problems. How they found out - well, Natsu and Hina were the only ones not present when the others took a group photo, and in the background of the photo, they could be seen through the balcony of a building, and it was clear what they were doing. Hina decides to move to another city, which causes Natsu to fall into depression, but he decides to do something with his life. That's where the anime ends, honestly, I would love to have a sequel, but I know very well that there won't be one. I mean, the manga is finished, but I really don't feel like reading it because it's quite long. The opening from this anime is actually my favorite opening in general, it's just amazing in every aspect. And yes, I gave it a two on MAL (MyAnimeList), but that's for safety reasons. Otherwise, I would give it a seven.

Favorite Character: Tachibana, Rui Serbian: Pre nego što sam počeo da gledam, čuo sam baš mnogo loših stvari o ovom animeu. I možda sam to samo ja, ali meni se ovo dosta svidelo. Uglavnom, imamo glavnog lika - Nacua. Nacu je zaljubljen u svoju profesorku. Prvi put vidimo Nacua u nekom klubu valjda, gde susreće devojku koja se izdvojila, jer ne voli takve stvari. Shvataju da su pomalo slični, te odlaze kod te devojke kući (devojka se zove Rui), i probaju seks po prvi put, jer im je dosadno u životu. Da, u ovom animeu ima dosta depresije. Posle toga su se razišli, i mislili su da se nikad više neće videti. Majka od profesorke u koja se sviđa Nacuu se udaje za Nacuovog oca. Takođe, Rui profesorka - Hina su sestre. Tako da su one sad polu sestre Nacuu. Dok žive u njegovoj kući, ima dosta "iskušenja" za Nacua, jer mu se ova sviđa, a sa ovom je imao seks. Hina odlučuje da ode da živi samostalno. Upoznajemo još sporednih likova. Bude problema kad Hina i Rui saznaju šta je Nacu imao sa obadve. Ima baš, baš tužnih, ali i eči scena, tako da, ako planirate da gledate ovo, gledajte kad nema nikog kod kuće. Na kraju animea, Nacuova škola ide na festival, gde po prvi put, Nacu i Hina stupaju u seksualni odnos. Međutim, škola saznaje za to, i dolazi do velikih problema. Kako su saznali - pa, Nacu i Hina jedini nisu bili tu kad su se ostali fotografisali, a na fotografiji su se mogli videti kroz balkon zgrade u pozadini, i to je moglo biti jasno šta rade. Hina odlučuje da se preseli u drugi grad, zbog čega Nacu pada u depresiju, ali odlučuje da učini nešto od sebe. Tu se negde anime i završava, iskreno, voleo bih da bude nastavka, ali vrlo dobro znam da neće. Mislim, manga je gotova, ali me jako mrzi da čitam, jer je dosta dugačka. Opening iz ovog animea mi je zapravo omiljeni opening generalno, prosto je predobar u svakom aspektu. I jeste da sam dao dvojku na MAL-u, ali to je zbog bezbednosnih razloga. Inače bih dao sedmicu. Omiljeni Lik: Tačibana, Rui

[figgiforever]

FIGGI'S CHILDREN

Makke

A female human with redish brown eyes and wavy dark-brown hair. First kid adopted by Fi and Tiggi. Well behaved, obedient, the only one not getting often in troubles, joyful and smiling most of the time. She loves to dance and sing with her parents. To honor them both she decided that she will be a Jedi and Mandalorian. Tiggi didn't force Makke to become a Jedi. But when she realised that she is Force sensitive she decided to teach her some basics that will help her to hide from the Empire and show her what potential she has. It was Makke's decision to continue the training. She didn't give up even when she had an accident during a training with lightsaber which left her with a scar on her face.

Makke was always very caring about her younger siblings. Aku didn't like it as a kid but Kandosii always adored her. Little Makke liked to spend time with her clone-brothers. Especially diving together in the lake nearby Kyrimorut. She had also good relation with Kad since beginning. They loved to play together. He was always defending her when Aku was trying to steal her toys. Very often he was bringing her little gifts, like a little stone or flower when they were kids or a little animal he hunted when they got older.

Her interest in underwater lifeforms and artistic soul can be seen in design of her armor. However she's more a scuplturer than a painter. Old friend of Tiggi, an elder Mandalorian Her'von Yohve, agreed to teach Makke how to forge beskar. Besides that she became a great medic and Jedi-healer.

Her happy childhood ended when the Empire attacked Kyrimorut and they had to ran away. Then Tiggi joined Rebel Alliance so Makke decided to follow her and serve as medic. The war changed her. She had to grow up faster and become a soldier ( when she joined Rebels in 2BBY she was 15 year old ). Experiences of the war broked her, she was smiling and laughing less. And she was even more determined to take care of members her clan. That's what she become known for in clan Skirata - everyone could come to her in need, she was acting like a mother to everyone. Because of that many were forgetting that like her mother she's a great warrior and swords(wo)man and that she can get very scary and dangerous whe she gets mad. Kad was always a big support for her in hard times. During the Civil War they built an even stronger bond than they had as kids and eventually they got married. She couldn't fight in battle of Endor because she was busy giving birth to the first grandkid of Fi and Tiggi. But this is a story for another occasion ;)

A little doodle of Makke with Kandosii and Kad for the end :)

[ballads-and-dirges]

చąɾɾìօɾ օƒ Ꝉìցհէ

Name: Kadenza Amadea-Leonis

Nickname(s): Kad, Chirrup, Crisanta

Age: 25+

Sex/Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Midlander Hyur

Role: DPS Class: Archer

Job: Bard

Physical Appearance

Eye color: Brown

Skin color: Espresso with Cool undertones

Hair color: Black with sage green tips

Height: 5'1 (155 cm)

Weight: 150lbs (68kg)

Tattoos: NA

Scars/Birthmarks: NA

Other distinguishing features: She wears a yellow chrysanthemum pin in her hair and saffron colored eye shadow in the corners of her eyes

Disabilities: NA

History

Nameday: 3rd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon

Guardian: Menphina, the Lover

Place of birth: The Black Shroud

Key family members: Adoptive Elezen parents, adopted lalafell elder sister, and adopted same-age vieran brother

Affiliations: Scion and Serpent Sergeant First Class in the Order of the Twin Adder

City-state: Gridania

Current Residence: Ishgard

Other notes: Kadenza's history begins with her adopted Elezen parents finding her as a toddler in the outskirts of the Dravanian Forelands. They proclaimed that fateful day to be her Nameday and brought her home to live in the South Shroud. Due to her unknown roots, she considers herself a resident of the Black Shroud but later moves to Ishgard during the events of Heavensward.

Traits

Personality type: INFJ-T // Advocate

Personality traits: Headstrong, Compassionate, Empathetic, Decisive, Sensitive, Aloof, Ambitious, Sarcastic

Temperament: INFJ // The Empath // The Counselor

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

Hobbies: Fishing, Botany, & Cooking

Skills/talents: Archery, talented with an ocarina and harp

Loves: She loves animals and is always with her chocobo companion, Lavitz, and her ferret, Vani. She recently has made friends with a lone wolf, Torgal. She also loves that she's an adventurer and finding new secret spots across Eorzea.

Phobias/Fears: She's genuinely terrified of bog yarzon and thinks they look awful. On her first venture when she ran into one she nearly dropped her bow.

Pet peeves: One of her biggest pet peeves is when people are two-faced or when others don't take her feelings and disposition into consideration as a WOL.

Obsessed with: Absolutely obsessed with chocobos, the only people who know of her obsession are her siblings and parents. As a child she was given a chocobo plushie and often got to groom and feed the family chocobo, Chrysanthemum.

Bad habits: She has a hard time saying no to others and can get into tight situations because of it. Although she has many comrades her aloofness pushes people out and keeps them at a distance. This in turn causes her to bottle up her emotions until she explodes.

Desires: She desires to be seen as more than WOL or scion. She feels that no one has seen her for who she is since it was discovered that she had the power of the Echo and is Hydaelyn's chosen.

Quirks: She likes to talk to the elemental sprites and refuses to kill/hunt them unless necessary. She likes to talk to her furry companions like they're actual people. Another quirk is wrestling with Torgal when no one else is around.

Favorite sayings: "What did I get myself into... again?"

Regrets: She regrets that she never confessed her love for Haurchefant before he sacrificed himself for her. Her heart clenches every time she remembers holding his bloody hand as he passed in Aymeric's arms.

Communication

Languages known: Elezen and common language. Since she has been assisting some of the beastmen tribes, she has started learning Amalj'aan and Slyphic)

Preferred communication methods: She often speaks the common language but speaks Elezen when among her family or other Elezen folk.

Accent: Her accent is fairly thick when speaking the common language since her native tongue is Elezen. She often gets confused stares since most people are used to Hyurs having thick Elezen accents.

Style and pacing of speech: To other races, her style of speech sounds elegant and concise. She speaks a bit with a drawl but most people think it's charming. However to City-state Gridanians and Ishgardian Elezen she sounds like a country bumpkin (lol). When she says she's from the South Shroud, they all get that "Oh that makes sense" look.

Pitch: For her small stature, everyone's first thought is that she would have a cute squeaky voice but it's a little on the huskier syrupy side.

Relationships

Partner(s)/Significant other(s): NA

Lover(s): Haurchefant (relationship unconfirmed; deceased)

Parents/Guardians: Retired Elezen couple

Children: NA

Grandparents: NA

Grandchildren: NA

Family: Elezen parents, Lalafell warrior sister, Ulrike, and Vieran archer brother, Ty'rion.

Pets: white ferrett, Vani, and a wolf, Torgal

Best friends: Alphinaud, Tataru, Minna and Aatos

Friends: Alisaie, Estinein, Ysayle (deceased), Aymeric, Atoirel, Emmanellain, Y'shtola, Moenbryda (deceased), Krile, Riol, Forrest, Leih Aliapoh

Rivals: Silvairre

Enemies: Garleans and Ascians

Colleagues: Scions of the Seventh Dawn,

Mentors/Teachers: Jehantel Fointeaume

Crush: No one as of yet but a certain Lord Commander has been flustering her with his bold advances in trying to know her outside of her duties

Character Growth

Character archetype: The Seeker "The Seeker is a force to be reckoned with. This archetype embodies the inner rugged individual who is willing to brave loneliness and isolation in pursuit of new paths"

Character arc: She currently battles with her identity as the Warrior of Light. After battling the Warriors of Darkness, and losing her first love Haurchefant, she is worried by how big a shadow her light casts on herself and others. She gave up her title as a Scion and only remains at Alphinaud's side out of loyalty and duty. Unfortunately, she is slowly becoming disillusioned with the ones she looks to as comrades, realizing that no matter how noble everyone proclaims their cause is there is still selfishness wrapped up in their own motives. As she progresses into the cause of freeing Ala Mhigo, she begins to distance herself more from the scions and treads carefully down her path as WOL.

Core values: Staying true to herself and not allowing anyone to shape her identity but herself.

Internal conflicts: Balancing the light and dark inside her heart that's constantly in conflict. More and more she doubts why she is the Goddess's chosen hero but does her best to not burden other with her self doubt and questions.

External conflicts: Besides working along side the Resistance to free Ala Mhigo, she is becoming more frustrated with her scion comrades and how they all have their secret agendas but are expecting her to be at their beck and call.

ᴬˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴷᵃᵈᵉⁿᶻᵃ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈ.

[duchi-nesten]

[u gotta unmute this one i swear]

DannyMay Day 6: Total Eclipse of the Heart

I-...I don’t know? They’re having a study session???? I dont know?????

[writer-kad]

So im watching Green Lantern The Animated series and...

I thought this was gonna be an average cop show and boy was i wrong. See i know who Hal Jordan is in the comics and comics Hal would say several slurs and dated a teen girl, this Hal would NEVER. Kilowag would call someone a slur tho.

Also just wanted to highlight this quote from the series: "Our duty is to serve and protect, even if they are criminals."

Current ep: 1x08

[aresielle]

While reading some Star wars prequel trilogy fanfictions I suddenly realise something. Prequel's fans use mando'a in the same way anime's fans use Japanese.

It's fascinating. How many of theses fans where anime's fans before? How many correspondance between the 2 vocabulary can we find?

Let's try with some of the most common terms used.

Mando'a (English) => Japanese used by anime's fans (not always in the original or correct meaning in Japanese but one I have often see the past 20 years.)

ba'buir (grandfather, grandmother)=> Baba (old woman), Jiji (old man), ojii-san (grand father), obaa-san (grand mother). In the two cases the terms are also used to design any old people.

ba'vodu (uncle, aunt)=> oji-san (uncle), oba-san (aunt).

beskad/kad (slightly curved, pointed saber of Mandalorian iron/saber, sword) => Katana

buir (parent/father / mother)=> otou-san (father), okaa-san (mother)

cabur (guardian, protector)=> depending of the situation it could be the same think than ba'vodu or buir

copikla (charming, cute (babies and animals - never women unless you want your head ripped off)) => Kawaii or moe except it's totally ok tu used this word for woman.

cyare (beloved, loved, popular) => i know there is one but I can remember it right now. Maybe the habit of people to use the honorific sama for the man or hime for the woman to show the characters are love interest?

di'kut (idiot, useless individual, waste of space) => baka

Gedet'ye (Please)=> Onegaishimasu, onegai

Gev (Stop it!)=>yameru or yamete kudasai

Ka'ra (stars - ancient Mandalorian myth - ruling council of fallen kings) => Kami-sama

kih'vod (little brother/sister ?) =>imouto and otouto

mandokarla (having the "right stuff", showing guts and spirit, the state of being the epitome of Mando virtue) => kakkoii (“good-looking”, “handsome”, “cool in a manly way”, they totally used the 2 terms in the sames way)

mesh'la (beautiful) => bishounen and bishoujo

Me'ven? (Huh? What? ) => nani?

Ne'johaa! (Shut up!) =>urusai ("Noisy", "Loud", "Annoying" or "Fussy". In some context heavily implied they need to just shut up)

Ni ceta (sorry (lit: I kneel) grovelling apology - rare) => sumimasen or gomenasai and other variations

ori'jate/jate (exelent/good) => sugoi

ori'vod (big brother, older brother, special friend) => onii-san, ani-ki, sempai, onee-chan and all the others variations.

osik (dung, shit)=> kuso !

Oya! (Many meanings: literally "Let's hunt!" and also "Stay alive!", but also Hoorah!, "Go you!", "Cheers!" Always positive and triumphant.)=> Yatta!

Re'turcye mhi (Goodbye - lit. "Maybe we'll meet again")=>sayounara

Su cuy'gar (Hello - lit. "You're still alive.") => konichiwa, ohaoyou, kombanwa

verd'ika (private (rank of a soldier)) => kouhai (it's the younger student or less experience worker in a company in the relation sempai/kouhai. The meaning are different but I think it's often used in the same way. With ori'vod used in the place of sempai. )

vod (comrade, "mate", brother, sister) => nakama (especially in the one piece fandom. They probably could make a contest with the star wars fandom to see who will use vod or nakama the most often.)

Vor'e! (Thanks!) => arrigato

I'm pretty sure there is a lot of other exemples. I hope my rambling was not too incomprehensible. My English is not always very good. And my japanese is almost inexistant. But, bloody hell, this think hit me yesterday evening like a train and I need to vent it somewhere to get it out of my head.

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ĐORĐE VIŠEKRUNA: ZA LJUBITELJE ZIVOTINJA IZ HOLANDIJE

Animal Defenders International Animal Defence Society Animal Equality

Jesam zrtvovala sam svoj zivot I svoje zdravlje I zato je to moje 3.djete treca kcer FAKTICKI.Gajila, bdjela, njegovala, nosila na rukama u stanju anestezije nakon kirurske intervencije 25kg ZIVE vage, od veterinarske ambulante do prijevoza, a zabranjeno mi je da podignem teze kilo I pol. Drugi puta sam uradila klizmu u kucnim uvjetima u anestezioloskom stanju da  bi izbjegli kirurski zahvat I sada je jedva oporavljam od NASILJA I DIREKTNO NAPAD NA NAS OD STRANE NARKOMANSKOG POLUDELOG KLOSARA MUZA JANKOVIC MAJE, ONE ISTE KOJA JE SVOG PSA BIJELU PUDLU KAD JE 1.PUTA ISELJENA IZ STANA BR 18 DA UGINE I USMRDI SE, ALI POSTO JE TO NE MAJKA KOJA JE SOPSTVENU DJECU SA BECIRI BRAIMOM, OSTAVILA U GOLIM ZIDOVIMA BEZ HRANE STO OCEKIVATI OD TAKVE MONSTRUMKE. BECIRI BRAIMA NAM JE OTVORIO DUSU I SVE ISPRICAO SINOC. #hrvatsponosom

kakav si prema zivotinjama-takav si i prema ljudima,podrzavam HOLANDJANE u potpunosti.Sjajni su sunarodnici VISEKRUNA.Djordje,brinem o starim licima i ostavljavam im na savjesti koliko ce da mi tko plati-CISTA OBRAZA I DUSE I ZBOG TOGA ME ZLOUPOTREBLJAVAJU MNOGI I MOJE SPOSOBNOSTI I MOJE VRIJEME OD ZIVOTA KOJE JE SKRACENO OD NASILJA I TESKOG ZIVOTA ZBOG BAHATE STOKE NA VLASTI.

CISTA OBRAZA I DUSE I ZBOG TOGA ME ZLOUPOTREBLJAVAJU MNOGI I MOJE SPOSOBNOSTI I MOJE VRIJEME OD ZIVOTA KOJE JE SKRACENO OD NASILJA I TESKOG ZIVOTA ZBOG BAHATE STOKE NA VLASTI.  

[600shekels]

2 Chronicles 35: 20-26. "The Father of The Hidden Pig."

The Death of Josiah

Josiah II died at the Battle of Megidoo in 609 BCE.

This Battle of Megiddo is recorded as having taken place in 609 BC when Pharaoh Necho II of Egypt led his army to Carchemish (northern Syria) to join with his allies, the fading Neo-Assyrian Empire, against the surging Neo-Babylonian Empire. This required passing through territory controlled by the Kingdom of Judah. The Judaean king Josiah refused to let the Egyptians pass.[3] 

The Judaean forces battled the Egyptians at Megiddo, resulting in Josiah's death and his kingdom becoming a vassal state of Egypt. The battle is recorded in the Hebrew Bible, the Greek 1 Esdras, and the writings of Josephus.

While Necho II gained control of the Kingdom of Judah, the Assyrian forces lost to the Babylonians & Medes at the Fall of Harran, after which Assyria largely ceased to exist as an independent state.

20 After all this, when Josiah had set the temple in order, Necho king of Egypt went up to fight at Carchemish on the Euphrates, and Josiah marched out to meet him in battle.

21 But Necho sent messengers to him, saying, “What quarrel is there, king of Judah, between you and me? It is not you I am attacking at this time, but the house with which I am at war. God has told me to hurry; so stop opposing God, who is with me, or he will destroy you.”

22 Josiah, however, would not turn away from him, but disguised himself to engage him in battle. He would not listen to what Necho had said at God’s command but went to fight him on the plain of Megiddo.

=12837, אב‎‎חג‎ז‎ ab-khaz= "the father of disguised pigs".

23 Archers shot King Josiah, and he told his officers, “Take me away; I am badly wounded.”

Necho=

נכה

The verb נכה (naka) means to smite or strike, or more precise: to immobilize someone (or something) and dissipate whatever had given them the power to move about freely.

The Gematria calls Necho 12478, yabadzu, יבדזו‎ ‎‎"That which works."

Carchemish on the Euphrates=

כ  כי  כה

The prefix כ (ke) means "as if" or "like." The particle כי (ki) means "in that," both in the sense of "because" and "when." The adverb כה (koh) means "thus."

The verb ישע (yasha') means to be unrestricted and thus to be free and thus to be saved (from restriction, from oppression and thus from ultimate demise).

A doer of this verb is a savior. Nouns ישועה (yeshua), ישע (yesha') and תשועה (teshua) mean salvation. Adjective שוע (shoa') means (financially) independent, freed in an economic sense.

Euphrates= be good, be noble, in fact go beyond

Megidoo=attacked on the river bank and exposed with a cutter

גדד

The verb גדד (gadad) describes making an invasive cut, mostly in order to expose something valuable. Noun גדוד (gedud) may describe an invasive band of raiders, or more general: a cutting, a furrow. Noun גדודה (geduda) means a furrow or cutting. Noun גד (gad) appears to describe the exposed treasure and may be used to describe a physical fortune, plain luck or a state of felicity.

Verb גדה (gada) also means to cut. Noun גדה (gadda) refers to a river bank. Noun גדי (gedi) describes a young animal, but mostly one that was either just slaughtered or soon will be.

24 So they took him out of his chariot, put him in his other chariot and brought him to Jerusalem, where he died. He was buried in the tombs of his ancestors, and all Judah and Jerusalem mourned for him.

25 Jeremiah composed laments for Josiah, and to this day all the male and female singers commemorate Josiah in the laments. These became a tradition in Israel and are written in the Laments.

26 The other events of Josiah’s reign and his acts of devotion in accordance with what is written in the Law of the Lord— 27 all the events, from beginning to end, are written in the book of the kings of Israel and Judah.

=10411, 100+4+ 11= קדיא‎, ‎kadia "God's pot."

The feminine noun כד (kad), meaning jar (Genesis 24:14, Judges 7:16). The link between the verb and the noun possibly has to do with either the pounding and kneading of the mortar that will become a jar (see for instance Isaiah 41:25, " . . . even as the potter treads the clay . . . "), or the pounding and churning that goes on inside the jar. It is important to note that in the Bible, a jar is not some vessel that simply sits there, but an item that was brought about with great toil, and which continues to be associated with great toil.

Our attention immediately turns to Adam's curse, who was to toil every day of his life (Genesis 3:17), and the name Adam literally means Corporeal or Clay Man. Jars play a very important role in Scriptures: from Gideon's campaign in Judges 7 (see 7:16) to Jesus' inaugurative miracle in Cana (JOHN 2:1-10) and installation of the Communion rite (MARK 14:13). In ROMANS 9:21 Paul uses a metaphor that was one of Isaiah's favorites, "Or does not the potter have a right over the clay, to make from the same lump one vessel for honorable use, and another for common use?" 

The Honorable Pot vs. the Father of the Hidden Pig

And what is a hidden pig vs. one that lives out in the open?

A hidden pig is a symbol of hypocrisy: It pretends to be a kosher animal. The Midrash11 draws a comparison between the Roman empire and the pig:12 Just as the pig sticks out its hooves when it is resting, as if to say “I am kosher,” so did the Romans put on a show of justice to mask their avarice and corruption.

Hidden pigs need to be hit with an arrow- the hidden meanings in the Tanakh and all traces of hypocrisy rooted out.

Even though Josiah was a good king, his mistake at Megidoo caused the utter bane of an Israelite's existence: Slavery in Egypt.

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English: I refused to watch this anime for a long time due to several reasons: 1.) It was produced by Netflix. 2.) I played the game when it was released, and I was quite disappointed. 3.) I'm not a big fan of the 'Sci-Fi' genre, and I despise 'Mecha.' 4.) The ones who praised it the most were usually the ones with whom I often disagreed Anyway, I decided to give it a watch simply because it had 10 episodes, and I was going on a trip with nothing else to watch. That's when I realized I had been completely wrong. I got hooked after the first episode :))) Although the story started out simple, it gradually became better. I liked the entire concept of the new human society, especially the mechanized part, because there are heaps of people living on the streets and in all sorts of rundown places. David's mother dies right at the beginning, and she took great care of him. However, she was barely making ends meet financially. David is smart but not very calm as a child. He manages to enroll in the best school, which his mother could barely afford. He gets into trouble because he beats up the director's child who used to bully him. On the way home, his mother dies in a car accident caused by two gangs shooting at each other. David barely survives, and with no one left to support him, he ends up on the streets. He meets a girl named Lucy, who introduces him to the other characters. David undergoes a procedure to implant Sandevistan, which is military body technology, giving him advanced abilities. All David wants is to make Lucy happy and make his mother proud. David's friends die, one by one, until only a few remain. There's a time skip of about a year or a little less, and David undergoes a complete physical transformation. David and Lucy now live together, but after realizing who their real enemy is, they are forced to separate, and David must become even stronger to defeat the enemy. He and his team manage to find the most advanced combat technology. However, even before, David struggled to maintain his sanity due to various gadgets and enhancements he installed in himself. So now he has to use an even stronger calming liquid. In the end, David, along with his remaining friends, reaches the Arasaka corporation to save Lucy. His main goal is to defeat Faraday (the main antagonist in the story), but he is attacked by Adam Smasher (from what I heard, this character should also exist in the game), who is on the same level of strength as David. David loses to Adam Smasher because he runs out of calming liquid, but he manages to save Lucy, leading to their final kiss, which also calms David down. This part is supposed to be the one that made everyone cry, but I didn't, probably due to the environment I was in while watching. Nonetheless, it was indeed sad, and I liked how everything was packed into 10 episodes. I'm really glad I decided to give it a chance. After watching the anime, David also made it into my top 10 favorite characters because he's basically me, but extroverted. Maybe in the future, I'll try playing the game again, but I'll see because I'm not doing well on the computer, and I don't want to spend money on a PS4 copy right now.

Favorite Character: Martinez, David Serbian: Dugo sam odbijao da gledam ovaj anime iz više razloga: 1.) Napravio ga je Netflix 2.) Igrao sam igricu kad je izašla, i baš sam se razočarao 3.) Ne volim baš toliko 'Sci-Fi' žanr, a 'Mecha' prezirem 4.) Oni koji su najviše govorili da je odličan, bili su oni sa kojima najčešće ne delim mišljenje Uglavnom, odlučio sam da ga pogledam, čisto zato što je imao 10 epizoda, a ja sam išao na put i nisam znao ništa drugo što bih mogao da gledam. Tada sam shvatio da sam se teško prevario. Navukao sam se odmah posle prve epizode :))) Iako je priča počelo prosto, kasnije je počela da postaje sve bolja. Svideo mi se čitav koncept novog ljudskog društva, barem onaj mehanizovani deo, zato što ima gomila ljudi koji žive na ulicama i kojekakvim rupčagama. Davidu na samom početku umire majka, koja se jako brinula za njega. Ipak, finansijski je jedva sve izdržavala. David je pametno, ali ne i toliko mirno dete. Uspeva da upiše najbolju školu, koju je njegova majka jedva uspela da plati. Ulazi u nevolju zato što je prebio direktorovo dete koje ga je pre maltretiralo. Majka mu umire na putu dok ga vozi kući zbog dve bande koje su se za to vreme pucale. David jedva ostaje živ, i, pošto nema više ko da ga izdržava, ostaje na ulici. Upoznaje devojku po imenu Lusi, koja ga upoznaje sa ostalim likovima. David ugrađuje u sebe Sandevistan, što je vojna tehnologija za telo čoveka, i ima veoma napredne sposobnosti. Jedino što David želi jeste da učini Lusi srećnom, i majku ponosnom. Davidovi drugovi umiru, jedan po jedan, dok ih na kraju ne ostane nekolicina. Imamo tajmskip od nekih godinu dana ili malo manje, David se fizički totalno promenio. David i Lusi sada žive zajedno, ali nakon što shvate ko im je zapravo neprijatelj, primorani su da se razdvoje, a David, kako bi pobedio neprijatelja, mora da postane još jači. On i njegov tim uspevaju da pronađu najnapredniju tehnologiju za borbu. Međutim, David je i pre jedva uspevao da održi razum zbog raznih stvarčica i poboljšanja koje je ugradio u sebe. Tako da je sada morao da koristi još jaču tečnost za smirenje. Na kraju David, zajedno sa svojim preostalim , dolazi do Arasaka firme kako bi spasio Lusi. Glavni cilj mu je da porazi Faradeja (glavnog netivca u priči), ali ga napada Adam Smešer (ovo bi, barem koliko sam čuo, trebalo da bude lik koji postoji i u igrici) koji je, po jačini, na istom nivou kao David. David gubi od Adama Smešera jer mu je ponestalo tečnosti za smirenje, ali uspeva da spasi Lusi, te tako dolazi do njihovog poslednjeg poljupca, koji ujedno i obuzdava Davida. Ovaj deo bi trebalo da bude onaj uz koji su svi plakali, ali ja nisam, verovatno zbog prisutnog okruženja dok sam gledao. Sve u svemu, jeste bilo tužno, sviđa mi se kako je sve ubačeno u 10 epizoda, i jako mi je drago što sam ipak odlučio da mu dam šansu. David mi je takođe, nakon gledanja animea, ušao u top 10 likova, jer je bukvalno ja, samo je ekstrovertan. Takođe, možda u budućnosti probam opet da igram igricu, ali videću još, zato što mi na računaru ne ide dobro, a trenutno mi se ne daje novac za ps4 kopiju. Omiljeni Lik: Martinez, David

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Iskreno na prvu bi rekla šu-mika s dugackim u, al kad razmislim šumika izgovoreno kao raštika zvuci šašavo i slatko tak da nez jos

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