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JJK x READER DRABBLES I Asking them if they would still love you if you were a worm

a collection of reader insert scenarios in which the jjk characters are faced with a strange question.

w.c: each piece is under 600 words

themes: fem!reader, mostly fluff, some nsfw mentions but light, slight plot, silly scenarios, crack

included: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, naoya zenin, choso kamo & also sukuna

mdni • semi nsfw • ao3 link

Satoru Gojo:

“Satoru?” you whined in a questioning tone, suddenly seeming genuinely upset about something out of the blue.

It was bizarre, really. One moment you were both watching reruns of your favourite show, perfectly entangled in each other’s arms and the next, you were using that tone with him.

Was he in trouble?

“Huh?” Satoru warily replied, propping himself up so he could get a better look at you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

He stared at you as your expression seemed deep in thought with a topic he could only pray made sense. He couldn’t tell if it was going to be another strange trending question from the internet or if you were truly upset with something serious this time.

It was always a fifty-fifty chance with you but he loved every bit of it, if he had to be honest.

With a furrowed brow, you mustered up the courage to ask a question, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

For a while, Satoru had no idea what to tell you as his eyes involuntarily drifted up to the ceiling in disbelief as he held onto stifled laughter. He seemed to recognise his fatal flaw the longer he didn’t reply to you though, so he finally broke the silence with an escaped snort.

“For real…?” he asked, squeezing your shoulders as he held onto you, checking to see if you were pulling his leg or not.

You folded your arms as you signalled to him that this was in fact a serious question to you, tilting your head back to watch those icy blue eyes gradually widen into a burning panic the longer he put off giving you a real answer.

“Uh, hey, look, listen I’d uh…” Satoru immediately scrambled, knowing that he had to answer you sooner than later, choosing to offer you the best answer he could possibly think of, “I’d buy you the highest quality tank, alright? It’ll have the best soil and rocks and I’ll buy you premium-grade gourmet worm food, yeah?”

You slowly thawed as he continued to spout distressed nonsense into your ears, soon finding yourself slowly relaxing as you melted back into his arms.

Confused but strangely relieved, Satoru let out a deep sigh knowing he passed yet another one of your insane tests, deciding to pull you in as close as possible so you wouldn’t doubt him for even a second longer ever again.

Suguru Geto:

Phasing in and out of sleep, you watched how Suguru cleaned your shared home with nothing but fascination in your stare. Your eyes narrowed as you caught glimpses of him meticulously sweeping dust out of existence, ensuring his home would remain perfectly well manicured for his family to enjoy.

You continued to tune into the waking world as the whirring hum of the vacuum cleaner coursed nearby; your eyes slowly widening as your sights focused onto your phone.

Returning as nothing short of a sweaty mess but ultimately fulfilled, Suguru sat at the foot of the bed while you studied him with a specific question in your mind.

Noticing the focus painted on your face, Suguru knew that this had to be good, “What’s up?”

“Hey, Suguru,” you yawned, “you’d still love me if I was a worm, right?”

He narrowed his eyes as you asked him such a strange thing. Furrowing his brows into something that could resemble annoyance, Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose in mock disbelief before finally humouring you.

“Is this one of those trends you’ve seen on tiktok again?”

“Maybe,” you replied as you confirmed his fears, “answer the question?”

“As much as it pains me,” he began as he clenched this jaw, realising that there was no plausible scenario in which this strange idea could ever manifest into reality to begin with, “yes, I would still love you if you were a worm.”

Your face lit up, “Really?”

Suguru ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to further calm himself down and gave you a tight nod instead.

He couldn’t help but exhale a loud sigh as you genuinely seemed thrilled at his answer to your insane question; feeling himself grow tired from both cleaning all morning as well as what it meant to truly be with you.

He loved it secretly even if he was stoic at times.

It was your silly side that drew him in, after all.

Toji Fushiguro:

You walked side by side with Toji on the way to the locks park. In one hand you carried a red fleece blanket while he carried a wicker basket.

He reluctantly agreed to go on a picnic with you during his time off because he knew it would make you happy even if he didn’t quite look forward to sitting on some grass out in the exposed open field.

Upon arriving to the destination and setting up shop though, Toji lasted maybe just under ten minutes before he grew restless and started ripping out chunks of grass in a huff.

“Babe,” he sulked as he tried to get your attention, swatting a fly away from his face, “I’m bored. How long do we have to be here for?”

“You promised you’d tolerate it for at least fifteen minutes,” you sighed, supposing you should have been thankful that he entertained the idea of it at all.

“You keeping track?” he quizzed you, his eyes training onto the basket. “How about we eat then we go? I’ll take you on a nice walk instead.”

You nodded in a resigned manner despite not quite opposing his idea and as you tucked into the packed sandwiches, your gaze settled on a worm writhing between the blades of grass.

Staring at it, you decided to torment him.

“Toji?” you asked.

He hummed in response with his mouth full of bread, making him sound muffled as he replied, “Whath ith ith?”

“You’d still love me if I was a worm, right?” you asked, pointing at the earthworm.

“I already have one of those,” he said as he swallowed his bite, “don’t need another, especially since you wouldn’t be able to do much.”

“I’d be useful,” you defensively replied.

“Yeah?” he asked, staring at you with a strangely fond look in his eyes.

“I’d be your personal little compost worm for your garden,” you proudly announced.

“Garden? You think I can afford a place with a garden?” Toji laughed, tugging your wrist to pull you closer to him.

“…Hypothetically,” you reminded him.

“You are such… a menace sometimes,” he sighed to himself as he reeled you in even closer, “if I tell you what you wanna hear, can we get out of here sooner?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“Then by all means,” Toji beamed, “hell, I’d even make sure your compost bin looks like a little worm mansion.”

“Good,” you smiled, “it’s what I deserve.”

“God, you and your weird questions,” he sighed as he held you closer, not caring that you were in public, “just keep them to a limit though, I don’t want to go grey before forty. Got it?”

“Got it,” you smiled.

Naoya Zenin:

Sitting from across the dining table sat your stoic and distant husband, Naoya Zenin. Your marriage to him had always been questionable at best, but you didn’t complain too much as long as he kept his promise to provide for you.

On some days, you weren’t too sure how you felt being paraded around as his arranged trophy wife, but surprisingly you both somehow complimented each other quite well.

Initially, he didn’t care for what you had to say at all, finding your words to be pointless. However somewhere down the line, he would allow for you to talk if you truly had to do so, provided that you ceased talking when he told you to.

He wouldn’t admit it to you directly, but he was actually growing quite fond of you as the time passed you both by.

“Naoya?” you asked, swirling a crystal goblet of wine in your hands, raising it to meet with the light.

He set his fork down and leaned his chin over his palms with feigned interest. Just by that tone alone, he could tell it was time for your daily torment of asking useless questions. That was the type of relationship you developed with him; you liked pissing him off with conjured up bullshit while he liked putting you into place in bed later.

“What is it, woman?” he asked, as dehumanising as usual. Maybe one day he’ll call you by your actual name.

“Would you still keep me around if I turned into a worm?” you asked.

“I would not,” Naoya scoffed, his smile widening on accident before falling flat, “you’d be lucky if I didn’t step on you right then and there.”

“Bit mean, don’t you think?” you asked as your head titled off to the side.

Snapping just a little at the ridiculous question, he narrowed his gaze, “What use could I possibly have for a worm?”

“None, I suppose… but it’d still be me,” you gestured dramatically, pulling the wine glass to meet with your lips and taking a sip.

“No, it wouldn’t be you,” he corrected you with a huff, “it would be a worm and I don’t have a use for a worm. I’d step on you and find someone else.”

“So heartless,” you commented, “not even hypothetically?”

Naoya’s expression darkened at your persistence, feeling his patience finally run out. He was already annoyed that you dared to ask such a stupid thing of him. The only reason he even tolerated you to begin with was because you were easy on the eyes and compliant enough—he’d say you were light on the ears but not with this drivel you were subjecting him to.

“And? My point stands,” he replied.

“But-“

“—cease,” he hissed, momentarily losing his composure, “you’re… not turning into a worm. Not even hypothetically, so be quiet.”

You faltered for now as you resigned into hushed submission, thinking about what question to bother with him for tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Naoya sighed at last as this conversation was finally over. He was absolutely going to punish you for making him listen to such garbage; maybe putting that pretty mouth of yours to use in a way that didn’t result in pointless rambling for a change.

It wasn’t like you were using that thing to do anything useful with that thing, anyway.

Choso Kamo:

As you both basked away on a beach during the peak of summer, Choso wasn’t taking the heat too well at all. Not only was he tucked away, clinging onto the shade cast by the parasol but he was also quite literally congealed in what could have been an entire bottle of sunscreen.

He reluctantly tagged along with you for a beach trip because you informed that, to his horror, you'd be lounging around in a public place with just a bikini on. Choso wasn’t possessive by any means he thought (he was wrong), but he didn’t feel quite right for you to do so alone without his protective watch.

As a result, he felt just a little agitated even if he didn’t let it show. Both from the rowdy company that occupied the coast as well as the relentless sun prickling away at his skin.

So when you spotted a worm wriggling around in the sand and he had to witness you fling it back ono the grass with a stick, it seemed that he finally reached his tipping point of what he could handle on such a hot day.

Not quite realising that he was on a descent into madness, you spoke up with a playful tone, “Choso?”

Slowly, he turned his neck around, shuddering at how stiff it sounded. It was as if he was made from stone as his joints swivelled; his eyes settling on you with a questioning hum.

“…Yes?”

“Do you think you’d still love me if I was a worm?” you asked, staring at the sky through your shades.

“A-a worm…?” he asked back, not quite sure if he was hearing you correctly. Maybe he wasn’t and this was his sign that he finally slipped away into madness.

But then you spoke up again, confirming that the question was real, “Yeah, you know, like those long slimy wiggly things.”

“I-I know what a worm is,” he stammered, slowly grounding himself as he listened to you talk. As nonsensical as you were being, he found himself growing calm with the help of your voice.

“That’s good to know,” you snorted, “so… would you?”

Choso sighed softly to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. He couldn’t help but stare at you with a strange mix of wonder, love and frustration all at the same time. Was this what being in love was like for everyone else?

In an instant, he forgot about the rest of his worries, choosing to take your question very seriously as your reliable boyfriend.

“Yes, I-I’d love you especially if you were a worm,” he replied with a strong hint of determination, not realising that he had already fumbled his answer with a strange choice of words.

“Especially?” you laughed as you turned over to your side, pulling your sunglasses down to get an even better look at his silly state.

“Oh… Oh! N-no I meant…” he scrambled, his brows furrowing in slight panic, “I would love you no matter what form you took on because I’d know it was you and I love you.”

“You’re so sweet,” you laughed. “I would love you no matter what, too.”

Sukuna:

You remained propped up on Sukuna’s lap as he wrapped a secure hold around your form with his lower set of arms. With the top half of his limbs, he held onto a branch of grapes as the other gently petted you, feeding you with a fond look in his eyes.

It was admittedly a little strange the first time he first talked you into these sorts of sessions, but you supposed that they were pretty nice. Quiet and almost intimate moments where he fed you all sorts of fruits all the while he held onto you as though you were some sort of prized possession.

Neither of you ever talked during these interactions, as this was purely an act of not quite affection, but assuring your devotion to him.

However, your mind remained fixated on something from earlier on in the week and it was starting to conflict with the grapes he wanted to feed you.

Just a few days ago, you heard him trash talk humans to Uraume and call them insects, wondering if he felt that way about you too.

Noticing your torn expression, Sukuna sighed as he pulled the grapes away at last and fed you a look of slight disdain.

“Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” he observed, tweezing your chin to face him as he studied the way you reacted to him, “Speak.”

“I-it’s fine,” you murmured, trying to ignore the issue.

“Don’t take me for a fool,” Sukuna warned, “your secrecy mocks me.”

Figuring that he wasn’t going to drop the subject unless you told him exactly what it was. you decided to work up the courage to ask the question that had been eating you from the inside.

“Do you see me as an insect?”

Sukuna immediately understood what you must have been referring to and rather than berate you for filling your mind with such useless worries, needing to keep you calm for his desired time with you, he shook his head in response instead.

“I do not, my pretty one,” he replied, letting go of your chin at last, “you’re above that. You’re mine.”

“So… if I turned into a literal worm, I still wouldn’t be an insect to you?” you asked, unsure what point you were trying to make exactly.

“You’re pushing your luck here, brat,” Sukuna replied in a serious tone despite surrendering to an amused smile.

“So I wouldn’t be…?” you asked with some hope.

“Ideally, you wouldn’t become such a disgusting thing to begin with,” he replied in a mock shudder, “but I suppose you would have been the only worm I’d have ever liked.”

Seeming satisfied with his response, you finally relaxed once again and that’s right about when he pressed the fruit to your lips to continue from where you both left off.

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Good resolutions for the new year

Dillon slurred his words more than he spoke. But in the general hubbub at midnight, nobody noticed anyway. Especially as everyone in the shabby corner pub in London's Easend was drunk anyway. "In the new year, I'll stop drinking, eat healthily, do lots of sport and always be helpful to people around me." He had to laugh to himself as the bells rang in the churches around him and the first fireworks shot up into the sky. His huge belly jiggled like Jell-O while he pissed himself laughing in his dirty jogging bottoms. Dillon took another sip of the cheap booze he'd been drinking all evening. Then he fell backwards onto the floor and fell asleep amidst the partying people.

It was 07:00 on New Year's morning when Dillon woke up. The sun was just rising over the Atlantic. The last guests at the party had probably just left. Some of them were snoring on one of the sofas or sun loungers on the large roof terrace overlooking the Atlantic. Poor bastards, Dillon thought to himself as he walked around the apartment with a bin liner, collecting empty bottles. Before he took the vacuum cleaner and tidied up, he should do his morning run on the beach, topped off with a few pull-ups in the morning sun.

His gaze fell on a large mirror in the luxurious penthouse. Hell yes, he was a premium houseboy. But his daddy knew that. And his daddy rewarded that very generously.

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Mikaelsons & Marijuana

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Hello my loves, I have reached the (very important) milestone of 420 followers! So I thought it would be a fun (& very stupid) idea to do some silly little headcanons about what kind of stoner each of the Mikaelsons would be...

♡♡ Ps. This is definitely the dumbest thing I've ever written, and I didn't tag anyone because I respect your time ~ lol ~ ♡♡

1k words - Warnings: drugs use

~☮~ Klaus ~☮~

- He smoked a lot of weed in the 18th century, mostly to just pass the time. It's not something he likes to make a habit of, because it makes him feel very human and that unsettles him.

- It somehow makes him more paranoid, but about stupid things, like, what if the reason he can't find a matching sock is because Kol is trying to make him think he's going crazy? Turn the family against him? Does Elijah really know what's in his shampoo?

- He will start a new painting every time he gets high, but never finishes it because he starts a new one when he's high again, and that one looks so much better, why would he finish this one when there's such a great one he can work on?

- He also gets really fascinated by the moon, he will just lay out on the roof or in the garden and just stare at it for hours. Wondering if he could survive the vacuum of space. Everyone ignores him when he gets like this, because they are afraid if he is even slightly encouraged, he’ll do it. Imagine him in charge of the ISS?? Terrifying.

~☮~ Rebekah ~☮~

- Her fav way to get high is through edibles. She will make a whole day out of it, baking the best treats and doing lots of self-care. It makes her very giggly and snuggly.

- She loves to take long baths when she's high, they make her feel like she's floating. She uses bath bombs, candles, rose petals, soft music, etc. Creating a relaxing environment for herself.

- She prefers to be alone, treats it a lot like meditation and will get a little annoyed if someone disturbs her.

- After all of the self-care she will put on her softest pajamas and sleep for at least a whole day.

~☮~ Kol ~☮~

- Kol is a bit of a scientist, always finding a new way to consume. He will try any form; smoking, vaping, edibles, drinks, dabs, tincture. You name it.

- He prefers to just smoke it, because it has the most powerful and immediate effect. He likes to see what it will do to his brain, or make him do. It makes him a very curious boy, he will test his own limits.

- As a witch, he will get his room all smoky and do stupid spells that will cause a light show. Sometimes the spells will even backfire on him and make him lose control of his limbs, or start levitating. It's pretty funny.

- As a vampire he gets incredibly horny and hungry, and often needs to be watched over so he won't go completely off the rails.

~☮~ Davina ~☮~

- Gets frightened and doesn't like the paranoia and lack of control. But sometimes she will try it with Kol and they will just cuddle and watch her favorite movies. He never pressures her to try it and always makes her feel safe.

~☮~ Elijah ~☮~

- Always refined, he will only smoke the best hydroponics mixed with the finest tobacco. It has to be premium and it has to be a very special occasion. He has to feel like he earned it, and that's difficult to do.

- He will spend a long time rolling it, making sure it's perfect. It's got to have just the right amount of weed, be perfectly shaped, the paper has to be perfectly smooth, the rolling motion has to be flawless and the filter just right.

- He can't stand the smell and will immediately shower afterwards, then he will get dressed up in his nicest suit, sit in his study and listen to classical music.

- If he gets really high he will want affection. He will lay with you and talk about some nonsensical philosophy, try to unpack things like the meaning of life. He will whisper poetry and kiss your cheeks. It's quite endearing, he gets all blushy and bashful.

~☮~ Marcel ~☮~

- He is always up for sharing, and always has the best bud on him. He will make it a very casual experience and offer some to the other vampire's that have been good to him. It's a time for everyone to unwind and chill for a little bit.

- He's definitely just a social smoker though, when he gets high alone he can fall into melancholy.

- He loves to get high with Rebekah, he will take her on the most elaborate and romantic dates, where they just eat an enormous amount of food... And maybe find someone to drink from together.

~☮~ Hayley ~☮~

- Has tried it a few times when hanging out with the werewolves. It makes her feel calm, and the colours around her just get brighter. She doesn't really understand it and isn't that into it, but she likes that she feels more connected to her pack.

- She likes to use CBD before she transforms into a wolf. It dulls the excruciating pain that comes from that, and she's grateful that it takes her mind off the torture for just a while.

- Jackson loves it, uses it in a spiritual way and is a very good guide for her on the matter. He makes her laugh and makes her feel safe when they are alone, sharing a joint, talking about life, and their plans for the pack.

~☮~ Freya ~☮~

- It freaks her out because it makes her feel sleepy and unfocused, which she does not enjoy at all. She finds it to be a waste of her time and feels like it could never be that enjoyable to be stoned all of the time, there are so many better ways to pass the time.

- But she will experiment with using it in her magic, and will make some potent edibles for her beloved sister. She does think it has some medicinal purposes.

- She is very fascinated by it, and will watch as the other's indulge. She will be the one to find Klaus watching the moon, it amuses her to see him so carefree.

~☮~ Esther ~☮~

- Didn't know exactly what it was one thousand years ago, but liked to add some to her tea. It would make the stress of living with Mikael much easier to deal with.

- Perhaps drank too much tea one day and had the genius idea to make her children immortal. Totally worked out well for her.

~☮~ Mikael ~☮~

- Would never, makes you weak and complacent. If you wanted to be so carefree and useless you might as well be dead.

~☮~ Finn ~☮~

- Tried it once, didn't inhale.

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Additional Additional Human/Humanoid AU! Headcanons

🐻He apologizes A Lot. Like, a lot, A Lot. He’s the kind of guy who will apologize for apologizing, then apologize again for that apology, then apologize for that apology, and so on and so forth.

🐻He really likes to follow you around. And hover. And ask questions. A lot of questions. He means no harm by it! But if he’s being too overbearing (Hehe), just let him know. Sorry, Superstar, he did not realize…he will give you a bit more personal space!

🐻(I support Fronnie Shippers 😔✊) Freddy really did love Bonnie, so hearing that he was gone really put the bear in a bad state. God he misses him. He remembers the last time before Bonnie's disappearance that he went to his green room and gave him a poster with his signature on it due to him being a little down. He doesn't know if he got it.

🐔She is Killer at rhythm games. Friday Night Funkin’, OSU, Guitar Hero, Crypt of the Necrodancer–you name it, she’s played it, and absolutely crushed it. Her dexterity is second best only to Roxanne.

🐔Loves journaling and scrapbooking! She likes to collect cute stationary, so her desk is always packed with various washi tapes, glitter pens, and scented stickers. And yes, she has attempted to eat them before. They just smell so good!

🐔Plays prank with her voicebox, like playing children's laughter to confuse the guards or Moon or Freddy's voice when scaring Roxy. But she normally does like an animal call to lead any STAFF bots away and get some food from the kitchen.

🐊When Monty is concentrating really hard on something, the tip of his tongue sticks out of his snout. You once got a picture of it and Monty threw an absolute hissy-fit. Delete it right now, or he’ll…he doesn’t know what he’ll do, but it’ll be Something!!! Horrible!!!

🐊Man really is the epitome of, “I love a woman that can kick my ass.” He sees you do ONE (1) cool thing and is immediately on all fours, frothing at the mouth.

🐊The ONLY people allowed to use the “See you later, Alligator” line on him are kids. They have the Pass. Anyone else? Gets snapped at. Metaphorically and possibly literally, depending on just how bad of a mood he’s in.

🐊Depending on your place, Monty can hardly make it through a room without bumping into something. He tries really hard, but his tail has knocked more glasses off of countertops than your average cat.

🐺If you give her genuine compliments. She mostly brushes them off with a little scoff and a “Yeah, duh.” But deep down, she’s gonna be thinking about that One Thing you said for, like, weeks. And bringing it up in conversation every time she can

.🐺Touching her ears and/or tail. Both of them are Premium Petting Areas and make her totally melt. But it only lasts for a second before her pride kicks in and she snaps at you. (Is it worth it? Absolutely.)

🐺"She’s no romantic,“ she says, only to go out of her way to write out your name in tire marks across the racetrack, followed by a big ol’ tire-track heart. And then she has the gall to wink at you as she jumps out of her car–that woman will be the death of you.

🌞He reserves one day a week for whole house cleaning; that means washing, drying, folding, vacuuming, dusting, all that.

🌞Stims a lot. Mainly when he's happy like flapping his arms or jumping, or anxious like pulling on his rays or picking at his face. Speaking of anxiety, expect this man to fidget a lot. As I mentioned, he'll pull on the rays (It's like a headband/head accessory), pick any loose flesh on his face, fidget on his bells/ruffles, and even chew on his fingernails. You didn't want him to destroy himself so you bought a stress ball as a gift. It's yellow with a little happy face. He loved it but he felt bad for squeezing the poor thing so hard.

🌞 Video games! It’s one of his favorite activities to do with you whether it’s watching you play, or him playing beside you he loves it. Wholesome games such as Animal Crossing, Mario Party, and Mario Kart are his favorites to play with you.

🌞 He likes to cook for you! He was never a food handler in the daycare (other than the provided candies) so cooking is new to him, and he likes to explore different meals with you. Sometimes he’ll provide you with some ingredients when you go grocery shopping.

🌞His jaw can sometimes get stuck closed making it hard for anyone to hear him properly, so you always help unlatch it. However if you fumble with something, it will likely close shut again. You say that you're playing pretend dentist, he just thinks of those crocodile teeth games.

🌞Very animated and childlike. Does expressive actions like the ones in old cartoons. When you caught him off guard by kissing him, his face went red and steam came out of his ears. When he had a fight with Moon that you broke up, he stuck his tongue out behind his back.

🌚 He likes to take care of his carousel. Spends some time cleaning the horses. And each horse has a name after a moon.

🌚Likes to tickle fight with Sun, then somehow ends in play fights with you in them.

🌚As much as he finds dark fairytales interesting, he also loves Greek mythology, hell anything piece of folklore regarding the moon and stars he loves retelling to you and Sun before falling asleep.

🌚Very possessive. I mean can you blame him? For someone to always be feared by many, a SINGLE HUMAN BEING is in love with him. So I guess that also makes him touch-starved. There are just some moments in time when you're snatched up by him because "he's bored and wants to cuddle." Speaking of cuddles, BIG SPOON! Swaddles you in blankets for a good night's rest.

[qqueenofhades]

Congrats on the new mattress! Would you be willing to share the brand for a fellow Old who also has an unkind bed?

Aha, it's this one:

They have three different styles (basic, premier, and Premium TM), and because I had a bit of spare income from the Exam Grading Marathon (this was indeed my primary motivation for doing it this year), I splurged and got the top-of-the-line Premium version, which is the link above. This is also an ideal time for doing so if you are so tempted and/or have a little cash on hand, because they are still running the 4th of July sale wherein all the mattresses are half off. As such, I got a luxury mattress normally priced at $2.4k for like, $1.3k including tax (shipping was free, which was nice). The lower tiers also start at around $600, which is pretty reasonable for a mattress tbh. But if you can afford to have a bit of a splurge, then I feel like a mattress is something worth paying more for if you can. So yes.

There is a bit of leeriness involved in buying a mattress online when you haven't had the chance to test-drive it in a showroom, but I will say that I also briefly had the same concern (i.e. whether it would work if I hadn't been able to test it in-person beforehand) and mine is REALLY nice. I am a tall person with back pain, and that sucker is so comfortable. It is really thick and cushy on top, but it also has good support, and it does feel like a cloud. I got a full, which is SO big and thick that I will probably have to order queen-sized bedding at least, because the full-sized sheets barely fit. I got the hybrid (springs + memory foam) version, since I am someone who needs that lumbar support, baby, and as a stomach and/or back sleeper, it was super comfy for me in both positions.

The mattress is hefty (95 pounds...) though they manage to vacuum-pack and roll that sumbitch up real tight for shipping, and if you might need help hauling it around or moving it up stairs etc, that is something to consider. Fortunately, my apartment is on the first floor so I could mostly haul it around myself, but it was still a workout getting it on the frame. As noted, I would probably order sheets a size up from whatever mattress size you end up getting, because it's Chunky. But thus far, I am extremely pleased and look forward to doing more extensive quality testing this weekend. Ahem.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Oops - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Ho, don't do it. Ermagaaaard.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO on AO3

Snippet:

She expects another twitch.  Or a flash of temper. Some sign that the barb struck home.

Instead, in the mounting silence, he stares out into the vacuum of the airless night. The hazy neon smooths out the cicatrices of his face, taking ten years off his age. For a moment, he resembles someone else, wry-tempered and warm, not the terrifying monster she's grown to despise.

"Do you know what I miss about being twenty-five?" he asks, quietly.

Vi frowns. "What?"

"It's not the hope. Not the sense that the world's boundaries are elastic, and its roads endless." A flicker of amusement touches the corner of his mouth. "No, it's the self-absorption."

"What?"

"It's the only time in one's life when self-awareness is hoarded as a private commodity. When you're aware of nothing but yourself. How the world looks upon you. Your own wants and needs. And what stands between them."

Vi's fists flex to keep from socking him. "Get. To. The point."

"My point is, you're twenty-five. An ego with legs. It never occurs to you that the world might not be a stage, with you as the star. Or, better put: that Maven's stage, and her performance, are not meant for you alone."

"Oh, so she wasn't trussed up like a prize pig just for me?" Vi fires back. "You didn't toss her to the wolves, naked and bleeding, just to teach me a lesson?"

"If I'd tossed her to the wolves," Silco says, in a tone of infuriating calm, "she'd be dead. She's not, is she? That's because tonight was no performance. It was damage control."

"What are you talking about?"

"Maven is a prized asset. One whose services I’ve solicited. Exclusively." He takes another deep swallow of wine, and savors it. "Everyone in the network knows. They also know the rules. They are not to touch her. If they do, there are consequences." The glass sets on the ledge with a chill plink. "And what do you do? Shove your grubby hands straight down her knickers."

Vi's blood boils. "It was mutual."

"Consensual? Yes. Mutual?" His sibilant scoff seems to circle the balcony before arrowing up her bristling spine. "Pet, let's be grown-ups. Maven is a seasoned professional. Her sexual proclivities are the subject of much fascination. Even among those on my network who can barely spell 'proclivities.' But the girl's frigid as a glacier. She fucks for one reason, and one reason only: power."

Deja vu creeps over Vi, a prickling wave. She hears, again, Nao's confession.

With one hand, I give. With the other, I take.

It's a balance.

"She's an artist, through and through.  It's why I pay her a premium. If you think she'd jeopardize that, for an old-times-sake fling, with her employer's bodyguard—"

"You don't know jack-shit!" Vi snaps. "Not about her—or me! Hell, I doubt you've ever made a woman happy in your entire miserable life."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I do." Vi's eyes slit. This is dangerous territory, but she's flipped from defense to offense, determined to provoke. "You're a one-eyed, pencil-necked, ball-less prick who gets his jollies off by screwing the people who can't fight back. Who pays whores to fuck him, because he can't hold an honest conversation with a real woman for more than a minute without needing to control every word out of her mouth.  And who gets his panties in a bunch if his whore prefers the company of a real live woman instead of a half-dead ghoul with a god complex and a limp-ass dick."

She doesn't know what she expects. Rage? Violence? A knife to the gut?

Instead Silco remains slouched indolently at the ledge. The shark-eye pins her—not with malice, but rather as if Vi is a curious subspecies of slug he's never encountered before, a freak of nature that might yet prove worthy of note. Then a smile snakes out across his lips: a tiny crooked slice that, like the rest of him, is so grotesque it verges on preternatural.

"So," he says, softly. "Our Pet has teeth."

 "Hell of a lot prettier than yours."

"No argument there." Musingly, he fondles the rim of his glass. "It's funny. Maven warned me you had a talent for talking trash. But she didn't mention you'd the vocabulary of a juvenile delinquent. We'll have to work on that."

Vi stiffens. "She—Nao talked about me?"

"Oh, yes." The syllables, so soft, take on an arctic chill. "That's the beauty of being twenty-five, isn't it? No room for the thought that, while you're busy fucking a whore, the whore is busy fucking you."

In a single smooth motion, he picks up the glass and hurls it at the wall. The crystalline explosion jerks Vi into gooseflesh.

The chill descends to subzero.

"Oops," Silco says, without emphasis. "Clumsy."

[murasaki-cha]

Cale: *commits calebab*

Clopeh + God of Despair temple: Caught you in 8K UHD surround sound 16 Gigs ram, HDR GEFORCE RTX, TI-80 texas insturments, Triple A duracell battery ultrapower100 Cargador Compatible iPhone 1A 5 W 1400 + Cable 100% 1 Metro Blanco Compatible iPhone 5 5 C 5S 6 SE 6S 7 8 X XR XS XS MAX GoPro hero 1 2 terrabyte xbox series x Dell UltraSharp 49 Curved Monitor - U4919DW Sony HDC-3300R 2/3" CCD HD Super Motion Color Camera, 1080p Resolution Toshiba EM131A5C-SS Microwave Oven with Smart Sensor, Easy Clean Interior, ECO Mode and Sound On/Off, 1.2 Cu. ft, Stainless Steel HP LaserJet Pro M404n Monochrome Laser Printer with Built-in Ethernet (W1A52A) GE Voluson E10 Ultrasound Machine LG 23 Cu. Ft. Smart Wi-Fi Enabled InstaView Door-in-Door Counter-Depth Refrigerator with Craft Ice Maker GFW850SPNRS GE 28" Front Load Steam Washer 5.0 Cu. Ft. with SmartDispense, WiFi, OdorBlock and Sanitize and Allergen - Royal Sapphire Kohler K-3589 Cimarron Comfort Height Two-Piece Elongated 1.6 GPF Toilet with AquaPiston Flush Technology., Quick Charge 30W Cargador 3.0 Cargador de Viaje Enchufe Cargador USB Carga Rápida con 3 Puertos carga rápida Adaptador de Corriente para iPhone x 8 7 Xiaomi Pocophone F1 Mix 3 A1 Samsung S10 S9 S8AUKEY Quick Charge 3.0 Cargador de Pared 39W Dual Puerto Cargador Móvil para Samsung Galaxy S8 / S8+/ Note 8, iPhone XS / XS Max / XR, iPad Pro / Air, HTC 10, LG G5 / G6 AUKEY Quick Charge 3.0 Cargador USB 60W 6 Puerto Cargador Móvil para Samsung Galaxy S8 / S8+ / Note 8, LG G5 / G6, Nexus 5X / 6P, HTC 10, iPhone XS / XS Max / XR, iPad Pro/ Air, Moto G4 SAMSUNG 85-inch Class Crystal UHD TU-8000 Series - 4K UHD HDR Smart TV with Alexa Built-in (UN85TU8000FXZA, 2020 Model) GE 38846 Premium Slim LED Light Bar, 18 Inch Under Cabinet Fixture, Plug-In, Convertible to Direct Wire, Linkable 628 Lumens, 3000K Soft Warm White, High/Off/Low, Easy to Install, 18 Ft Bissell Cleanview Swivel Pet Upright Bagless Vacuum Cleaner Trane20,000-Watt 1-Phase LPG/NG Liquid Cooled Whole House Standby Generator

[texasthoughtsaboutnothing]

The Economics of Limbus: why the Gacha isn't really worth it and why that's kinda cool actually

Preface, if you are new this doesn't apply to you but is worth keeping in mind, please read the whole thing.

Summarizing some cool things about Limbus Company and it's internal economy:

In Limbus Company you get a minimum of 750 Lunacy a week (usually more like 1050 because of various apolunacy or maintenance compensation) which is our Gacha currency. This comes out to roughly 25 - 30 pulls a month (not counting events, story, random gifts), which is more than par for this monetization model. Banner Pity is at 200 pulls and it doesn't carry over between banners, which in a vacuum kinda sucks shit, but Limbus is unique in having the Dispensary, a system where you outright buy IDs (units) for grindable currency (shards/shard boxes) which is gained from the primary mode of play (Mirror Dungeons, also called MD).

This is where the battle pass comes in. The battle pass gives 1 shard box for every level over 120 and the premium battle pass triples that output. It's not even terribly hard to max it out to begin with; a dedicated player can have it done before the respective Chapter is fully released as weekly content gives 30 BP levels and a single MD run otherwise gives you 3. This should also tell you just how many shard boxes you can grind out.

The consequence of all the above is that it's really easy to get the IDs you want. In fact, Limbus Company is the kind of Gacha game where you can get most if not all units from dedication more so than luck. The only limiting factor to grinding is, of course, daily stamina.

Here's the funny thing.

You get 750 currency a week as mentioned, but it only costs 26 for your first daily full stamina refresh, with the cost doubling every time after. You can daily refresh twice a day and still be Lunacy positive for the week. More importantly, it is mathematically more valuable to turn Lunacy into Stamina for acquiring IDs.

Buying stamina isn't new for a Gacha game, nor is the idea of doing so being better for your account. There comes a point where upgrade materials are more helpful than new units; most games have a point where buying stamina over pulling is the norm. However, most games don't let you fucking buy every unit with stamina locked currency.

The math on this is a little complicated and varies with your stamina cap which adjusts with your account level, but if you turn Lunacy into stamina you can grind more Mirror Dungeons for more BP levels for more shard boxes in a way that's more efficient resource-wise for getting units. A single 10 pull for 1300 Lunacy is the equivalent to 300-ish shard boxes if you double refresh over 16 days (or 500-ish boxes if you single refresh over 50 days). That is a guaranteed 3 star ID as opposed to a 2% chance for the same price, hell its a better deal as shard boxes give 1-3 shards and it costs 400 shards for a 3 star, you get an average of 1.7 3 stars worth of shards.

If a given banner unit interests you its far better to just buy the unit outright than pull, which is ultimately not too hard to grind out even with normal stamina gain without even thinking about refreshing. The end result of this is that you can get some of the best units very quickly and the game becomes a collector and more about team building and fun interactions, which the game design is leaning into. You can enjoy most of the roster and diverse gameplay without needing to whale and I think that is one of the things that sets Limbus apart.

Pictured, my collection of some of the best IDs in the game as a BP only player who took a 3 month break

CAVEATS

THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO NEW PLAYERS. A new player should still pull as normal because you will get something new almost every 10 pull for your first, like, 200 pulls. In addition, you need to actually be able to grind MD successfully and quickly for this to be worth it. Focus on beating up to or beyond Canto V before even thinking about this, and even then I'd say its early.

The math for this is very different if you don't have the premium battle pass. Remember, you get 2/3 fewer shard boxes per BP level on just the free pass. While it is still worth considering, a free account will have a much longer grind to do for similar results, but you can still have fun and use good units even without this method. For the record, the Limbus Pass is extremally worthwhile a purchase if you want to play this to the fullest, $14 every 4 months is barely Dolphining and you get a whole host of other powerful benefits, including broken EGO and even guaranteed seasonal 3 star tickets.

You have to grind. A lot. This isn't so straightforward as just Lunacy to Stamina to Boxes to Units, to convert stamina to boxes involves doing Mirror Dungeon. Thankfully Mirror Dungeons are a fun and entertaining roguelike gamemode, but it will take 30 minutes to do 1 run, 20 if you are speedrunning it with the best units. A full days' stamina is about 4 runs' worth, and 2 refreshes is about the same, so ask yourself if you are willing to spend 2+ hours a day doing MD runs for the unit you want? Limbus actually let's you convert stamina into stamina modules that have no cap and are what's actually used for content, you can just log in, convert, then do runs on the weekend. It's a good model that respects your time.

And the last and by far biggest caveat...

Walpurgisnacht

That will be its own post.

This post also won't get into stuff like Upties or Thread but keep in mind the above statement about how stamina becoming more useful than pulls is typical of Gacha games and Limbus is no exception as far as needing a lot of ascension/upgrade materials. Not as much as others, but units still need raising and all the above logic can be used even when you have everything and now need to get them useable.

Conclusions are hard, play Limbus Company.

[lookinlikeaking]

Lmao this was so crazy I need to type it up. Here was my like 40 hours of travel that I went to just to visit my partner during a very stressful time:

- first flight is at 7 am, wake up at midnight to finish packing and show before going to airport at 4am because it's been ultra busy recently and I don't trust TSA guestimates

- luckily it was only kinda busy, takes about an hour to get past tsa, but that means I have time to get a coffee

- everything looks fine, agents arrive at the gate to start setting up

- literally the minute they arrive the flight has been delayed for four hours. They don't know why. There's no reason given. But now it's four hours later.

- I get my connecting flight automatically rebooked because I would have missed the connection. Cool. But now instead of having a 2.5 hour layover, I have a 45 minute layover, which means I will be running through the entire airport to catch that flight

- I also look up the new flight path and make a guess that the reason for the reschedule was to avoid the weather, since the new flight path dips underneath the remnants instead of going the usual arc.

- they start boarding the plane four hours later, I decide to check my bag at the gate because then I can run faster to hopefully catch my flight

- everyone boards plane. We sit there while it's being loaded with luggage and fuel etc. we are told the original delay was because the AC broke and they had to fly in and install a new one from the warehouse but we're good to go now

- there's constant vacuum noises??

- still sitting there waiting for the food truck, as we are told by flight staff

- food truck arrives... And we are still sitting there

- eventually told that the flight is canceled because IT'S INFESTED WITH BUGS?????

- the vacuum noises I kept hearing was them trying to vacuum up all the bugs but more and more kept appearing in hoards and they don't think this will be solved today

- we're told they already have a bunch of agents set up for us to immediately look into getting rebooked within the hour

- get off the plane to be told that there's no agents at the counters we need to go back out of security and go to the original ticket counters at the front

- there's like 4 people at the counter. The line moves at a snails pace. They didn't foresee the issue of non bug-flight people trying to check in either, so instead of having two lines or asking the line of bug-flight people to relay something like "go to the premium line" to anyone asking about check-in, they occasionally send someone out to look for those people, slowing everything further

- there was a mum and two kids in front of me and after about 2 hours in line, the mother goes "oh no what are we gonna do for supper?" And her 10?? Year old replies "Supper? More like SUFFER" and the entire line felt that in their bones

- after four hours of waiting I get to the front of the line and have to explain to someone who just clocked on everything happening. (I'm kinda glad I was her first person from this line, there were many who at this point were not being nice.)

- since I was so far back of line, there's no more flights today for me to be on. OR TOMORROW. I'd have to wait ANOTHER day to get there through the regular route

- since time was more important to me, I asked if I could be booked on a flight to a different airport tonight instead and then I'd just get a rental car and drive the rest of the way. OKAY WE CAN DO THAT, IT'LL JUST BE A DIFFERENT AIRLINE. she gets me booked and then sends me over to the second airline counter to be checked in and given my actual ticket

- wait another hour in that line

- get my boarding pass, am told that since I'm going on another flight today that the baggage will automatically go through the system to the new plane just fine. But if I lose it, go to baggage claim and have them search it with the original bagcheck number. This is was last ticketing person told me as well.

- because we are now at the height of rush hour, even tho my flight isn't for four hours, I know it'll take an hour or more to get back to the airport, an hour or more to get thru tsa, and that doesn't count variance of who knows how long. So instead I just decide to wait at the airport.

- go thru tsa again, takes about an hour and a half

- buys myself lady yum for standing in lines for so long

- go to wait at my gate. Eat at the sit down right next to it because for once I'm in a situation where flight insurance will reimburse me.

- this flight is delayed too but for like normal reasons and only by 30 minutes. Finally I'm on a plane, I got a nice exit row window seat, I can try and sleep

- end up not sleeping because every time I started to dream it'd be a nightmare of standing in lines at airports and I'd wake up from worry that I'd miss my flight because I'm in the wrong line

- watched Suzume instead, idk if it's a good movie but it sure is aimed directly at me so I liked it.

- get into airport at 6am. Of course my bag does not show up, but the baggage office doesn't open until 7am. So sit and wait for that.

- when baggage does open, it's staffed by the most unhelpful person in the world. I don't think he was supposed to be working there and just was sitting at the desk because someone needed to, but his answer to everyone and everything was basically "I can't do anything about it"

- my stuff in particular he was like nah it's impossible you gotta go thru the original flight people for that. Even though I was super told not to.

- kept saying that some guy named Patrick would maaaaybe be able to do something?? And that he'd show up soon.

- hour and a half goes by, no sign of this mythical Patrick. Desk guy still refuses to do anything, not even open a claim for people who have their tickets. Eventually we convince him to let us write down our information in case the bags show up so we can GO DO STUFF. (There were a set of parents in this group also who had three little kids and were desperately asking to just open a claim so they could y'know go tend to their kids needs. Nope.)

- important note, airline site has no contact information on their baggage claim page because it says you MUST IN PERSON report and open a claim at the airport you arrived in.

- finally catch the bus to the car rentals, bus guy looks at me and seems offended that I don't have a prior reservation

- go inside and ask them about a rental, everyone is like hmm don't know if we have anything ready OH EXCEPT FOR THE EVS. ARE YOU GOOD WITH AN ELECTRIC VEHICLE?

- guy says I don't need to worry about filling it up with gas and confirms it will get me where I need to go with a full battery. I say yes then because I want to make the drive before the tired catches up with me.

- I'm bullied and rushed through the rest of the agreements, am not allowed to ask any more questions (or I get a response of 'just Google it you'll be fine') and end up getting into the car with no idea if I had just paid 78, 178, 278, or 378$ for the one day one way rental.

- I did glance while being forced to hit a million I Accepts that I actually do need to fill up the battery before returning it! The way the guy phrased it before sounded like it was some offer they had to get people using EVs... But technically all he said was I didn't need to pay for gas. Ugh. People with high mithridacy stats...

- also she didn't even let me have a receipt when I asked for one. It's not like there was a long line behind me either I was the only one there

- but ok I have a car. Time to drive. I quickly learn I don't like this car. (It's a Kona) There's a built in nav system so it wouldn't let me Google maps it... And the pronunciation of stuff was weird. Also sometimes it just called roads the wrong thing, like said a route east was a route west but it Def was east I was going on.

- managed to do the entire drive no problem though, did make it on 2/3rds battery, was able to stay alert and awake the entire time, there wasn't even anyone angrily honking at me for going the speed limits.

- oh heck I have to fill up the battery. Managed to find out that I should do that at the circle K because of people writing negative reviews on all the major brand change stations in town lmao

- luckily there was an older fellow charging his EV there already and he was able to help me figure out how to charge the car

- sit in the sun for an hour waiting for car to charge. Also while having an allergic reaction to the sunscreen I bought and slapped on before this BC I was expecting to be in sun

- when I try to get a receipt it just tries to force me to download and sign up for the app, which I refused to do. So idk how much I paid actually, it doesn't give you a total on the screen

- TAKE CAR AND RETURN AT LOCAL AIRPORT I WAS SUPPOSED TO ORIGINALLY FLY INTO. THIS PART WAS ACTUALLY FINE AND EASY AND HAD NO ISSUES

- go to the desk there to ask about my luggage just in case it like... Never got pulled from it's original flight path and maybe just happened to end up here.

- desk lady tries so hard to help me with it (even though she also repeats the same thing the other two said, that the new airline I took was responsible and that in theory the desk guy or mythical Patrick could have used my original tag to find it.)

- she can't find anything though so I leave information with her in case it shows up

- I try to call the airport I arrived in office, since it was late enough I expected new staff to be there and not the same guy

- TURNS OUT THAT OFFICE IS ONLY OPEN FROM 7-9AM AND 5-6PM EVERY DAY. THAT'S IT.

- it's 3pm by this time, I debate waiting for two hours to call

- eventually Google enough to find the number for the baggage office in Seattle, and decide to try them. After all, perhaps the bag is just sat there in Seattle still.

- ACTUALLY GET SOMEONE HELPFUL WHO OPENS A CLAIM NUMBER FOR ME WHICH IS V IMPORTANT BC YOU GOTTA DO THAT WITHIN 24 HOURS OF YOUR FLIGHT

- shazz and I go by target because I need at least underwear and some clothes so I can get out of these now two days full of sweat clothes

- we finally get home and I p much immediately pass out. At this point I had been awake for around 39 hours.

Good news is my bag came into the local airport so that issue is actually resolved. But gosh. What a time. I am guessing the bugs happened because they had made a nest in the warehouse, and when the machine was turned on suddenly went Oh No and started escaping.... Wild that this wasn't caught sooner though

[mortalityplays]

answering this in its own post @skullamity bc it could probably help a bunch of people. I use Sweepy, which has no joke turned me from a person living in a fortress of fast food containers and dirty sweaters to someone who can invite company over any time without a second thought.

You start by adding each room in your house, and then you assign tasks to each room. For every task you can set how frequently it needs to be done (including one-time / daily / as needed / certain times of year only), and how much effort it takes. It will then track each chore with a progress bar that goes from green (did this task recently) through yellow (not urgent yet) to red (this task is due). This visual indicator has been insanely helpful for me, bc it turns a negative reminder (task failed by default until you do it) into a positive one (you can turn the red into green!!! you can turn...the YELLOW into green!!!)

The effort rating is used to generate a balanced daily to-do list (this is a premium feature but I highly recommend it, it's the best part of the app and I haven't regretted it for a second). If you live with other people, you can add everyone to the same schedule and individually set the energy people can spend per day. The app then assigns each person chores up to their daily limit, based on what most needs doing. All my life people have assured me that if you do 'a few things' every day, the house stays clean. Madness, witchcraft. It actually works.

Other nice QoL things that have helped my difficult brain stick to this effortlessly for 6 months now:

there is a streak counter, but every 10 days you earn a 'wildcard' that will be automatically used up if you skip a day, maintaining your streak. good for busy or bad mental health days, and effective at making you do the calculus on whether getting up to sweep the bathroom is REALLY hard enough to warrant burning a whole cheat day.

if you can't do a specific task that day (you can see I've been putting off mopping for a while bc I need to pick up a new mophead) you can reroll your schedule or just manually pick a different task from your task library to make up points.

it has a few simple achievements that helped motivate me over the first few weeks - things like 'do every task in a room in one day' or 'have every room in the green at once'. cunning, bc once you've done these, daily maintenance gets way easier.

being able to put in tasks that only need to be done once a year or so weirdly keeps me interested. instead of walking around thinking 'ughhh I need to get around to clearing out that storage cupboard' I'm thinking 'ooh, one of these weekends I get to clear out the storage cupboard, I wonder when it will come up in the rotation'

tl;dr: I have depression and anaemic fatigue, Sweepy did tricks on my mind and now my kitchen counters are always clear and I vacuum daily.

[kybercvnt]

The Ration Vendor

Pairing – Din Djarin x Reader

Summary – Din goes on an emergency supply run for food. He meets you and realises that he doesn't want you to live in danger anymore.

Word Count – 2793

Warnings – Brief violence

After Din rocketed the Razorcrest into hyperspace, he found himself feeling somewhat famished. It wasn’t often that Din would eat meals, he didn’t really take care of himself that well. His body had grown accustomed to the endless time-zone changes when he was travelling from planet to planet, capturing his bounties, so he rarely needed sleep. The only time he refuelled himself on his vacuum-sealed meals, was only when his stomach was eating away at itself. Considering he was a Mandalorian, and that he now had a living being with him at all times, he ate substantially less often to not let the kid see his face. And when he did eat, he was swallowing it down in as few bites as he could, practically breathing it down. Grogu would blink and Mando’s food had suddenly disappeared.

Din set the ship on autopilot and swivelled his chair around to stand up, on his way to soothe that ache in his belly. He hadn’t seen the kid in a while, assuming that the small creature was fast asleep in his hammock. When Din approached the storage crate that held his food, he swore he could hear some strange noises, accompanied by the rustling of plastic. He shoved the lid off the crate and two big black eyes blinked up at him. Grogu was sitting at the bottom of the box, surrounded by opened and half-eaten ration packs, one of which he was happily munching on before the large beskar-clad Mandolorian disrupted him. Din gave a loud, audible sigh before reaching into the crate and picking up the kid, where Grogu squeaked in protest.

“I swear you have a bottomless pit for a stomach.” He said to the kid, holding him out at arm's length. Grogu cooed in response. Din looked down into the crate and noticed the barren food supply. Whatever food was left, barely covered the surface of the base of the crate, and Grogu had just contaminated half of them. He realised he would have to make a detour to stock up since he wouldn’t have enough to last the two of them (mostly Grogu) for the rest of the bounty collection. He looked back at Grogu, who just burped and giggled at his dad’s disappointment.

Din docked his ship into the closest planet’s pitstop location. It was a good thing it was en route to his next bounty’s destination, so he could resupply and quickly get back on course. It was a classic bounty hunter location, locals worked to cater to those hunter’s needs, so it had only the bare essentials. Shipping dock, bar and restaurant, weapon, food, water, and even a brothel. It was barely a town. Since their purpose is to serve mercs, they never got much support from any galactic organisations, so the junction was pretty much run-down and living off of the bare minimum. All of the workers would probably be better off by working someplace else, but hunters considered every rest stop a haven for their kind.

The Mandalorian exited his ship, the small metal crib tailing behind him. When he walked into the town’s square, he stuck out like a sore thumb. His polished beskar contrasted against the decrepit, scrappy environment. All of the other bounty hunters couldn’t help themselves but to stare at Din’s premium armour. They didn’t take much interest in the floating orb that followed behind him since it was closed, and would remain closed where it would be safest for his small fugitive. He passed a few vendors, some were busy exchanging credits for gear, others were eyeing Din up, trying to entice the wealthy-looking entity to purchase their wares. Din paid them no mind, only focusing on what he came for. 

That’s when he saw the swinging signage with a drawing of a popular ration packet, he knew he found the spot. He turned into the area, and that’s when he saw you. Through the guarded window, you had your feet propped up on the countertop, leaning back in your chair and reading an outdated Coruscant fashion magazine. You hadn’t noticed him until he was up close to the window, the shininess of his beskar poking from the side of the magazine. You folded the magazine up and placed it down in front of you, swinging your legs off the table and giving him your attention. Like him, you looked out of place to the rest of the town. He thought you looked too perfect to be working in a slum like this place, and that you were meant to be pictured on the front page of the magazine you were reading. He didn’t realise he started daydreaming until he caught the end of your sentence.

“...Hello?!” You exasperated, turning your palms up to the sky in annoyance.

“I need two hundred units.” He said. Only guessing that you had asked the generic phrase “what do you need” or, “what can I get you?” You gave a soft laugh, mixed with a scoff.

“No can do, Mando. We’re down to forty so we can only offer a max of five to each person. We’ve got a new shipment coming in tomorrow morning, so you can come back then.” He shuffled awkwardly in his spot.

“What time?” He asked, and you were a little surprised at the sound of his voice that came from the helmet.

“I don’t know, early.” You told him. Then the metal shell behind him caught your eye. “What’s in that thing?” You flicked your head to it, and Din turned to look at it behind him. He was thankful that it was still closed shut. Then he turned back to you.

“Nothing.” His tone was harsh, so you raised your hands in defence.

“Hey, I meant no offence, Mando. We all have our secrets.” You laughed to yourself. His helmet didn’t give any reaction, but you could tell he wasn’t impressed.

“Where’s a good place to get food?” He asked you, monotonal. The skies were grey, and only getting darker. The lights around the shops were starting to light up the nearby area, therefore it was getting late in the evening.

“A good place? I’m flattered that you ask for my opinion. There’s fat Rando’s down the street, you should’ve passed it on your way.” You pointed your finger out of the window and towards the general direction. When you pulled back, he gave you a nod and turned to leave, the sphere following along.

The waiter sat a bowl of soup in front of Mando, to which he gave a quiet ‘thanks’ in response before he walked away. Soup, stew or any liquid dish was always Din’s go-to meal, especially when he needed to eat in front of people. He never normally ate in public, it was too risky to be seen. But considering he was about to stock up on the same packet of rations he would eat over the next several months, he figured he would treat himself. He slipped his thumb under his helmet and lifted it up only slightly, and brought the bowl to his mouth, downing it all at once. Once the helmet clipped back into position, he saw the tail-end of people pointing to him, turning to their partners and whispering to each other, who then looked away when he caught them staring. The stares of bystanders didn’t matter anymore when he saw you slip into a seat at an empty two-seater, a few tables over from him. He hesitated for a few moments before standing from his seat and walking over to you. As he approached, you thanked the waiter for your drink and turned to look at the new figure looming over your table.

“Oh! Mando. Didn’t think you’d still be here.” You told him, watching him slip into the seat opposing you, while you sipped on your drink.

“I liked the atmosphere.” He told you. As neglected as the town looked, it was almost placid. The lanterns emitted only a small area of light, so the town was dimly lit. The restaurant had outside seating, so you could enjoy looking into the night sky and seeing all the suns and stars that existed in the galaxy. While you sipped on your drink, you had taken notice of all the other restaurant patrons that were looking your way, more like the Mandolorian’s way, while they chatted to their friends.

“Man, people have got a bit of a staring issue. It’s not every day you get to see a Mandalorian.” He didn’t say anything in return, he just subtly observed the people you mentioned. “Whatever is in there must be pretty important for you to take it into the streets.” His helmet became fixed on you. “I mean, it’s smart you didn’t leave it on your ship, thievery has just skyrocketed since the Empire was defeated.” You explained to him.

“How bad is it?” He asked. You kinda like the way his vocoded voice escaped his helmet.

“Oh, pretty bad. There are always at least a couple of fights going on every day, people are stealing almost anything they can get their hands on. I hate to say it, but the Empire got one thing right. They monitored this place like crazy ‘cos we had so many outlaws come here. Their control distributed crime all over the galaxy, as soon as they left, they all flocked back here where it’s easy to get their hands on essentials. Now they’ve turned on some of the vendors since visitors have learned to be mindful. A couple of weeks ago, Mark, who runs fueling, got shot by some idiot who refused to pay. And rarely anyone helps out, they’d rather keep to themselves than run into any avoidable trouble.” You sighed into your glass, and Din noticed.

“Why do you stay?” You were slightly taken aback at the sincerity of his question.

“What?” You heard him perfectly, though you just were still processing the question.

“If it’s unsafe for you here, why do you stay?” You looked down at the table and smiled. Most men who were “kind” to you only wanted something in return. The “kindness” they gave you came in questions like “you’re too gorgeous to be single”, “do you take it from behind?”, or, “do you come with the rations?” They were never questions about your safety or well-being, so you appreciated it from the Mandalorian.

“Can’t afford it.” You admitted to him. “My profit is close to none. What I earn is how much I pay to restock, the rest I use to just stay alive. I’ve reached a stalemate. If I raise the prices, then folks will notice and they won’t buy from me anymore.”

“I can take you Coruscant.” He told you, and you choked on your drink. “The fashion in your magazine. I can take you there.” You wanted to laugh at him for the offer, but you liked how he had taken notice of what you were interested in when you met him earlier.

“I’d take the offer, but I’ve been kidnapped a lot in the past. I don’t plan on it happening again.” You told him and swallowed the rest of your drink. He didn’t object, and he wasn’t about to force you. He could see the longing in your eyes to leave the life you live, and start somewhere new. Din could understand that from your experiences, you had lost the capability to trust people. Deep within him, he felt disappointed in your rejection, but he wasn’t going to push you further and prove your subconscious right.

The morning came around, and the greys of the sky illuminated the town. Vendors were opening their windows and entering their shops in the early morning light, ready to start another tiresome day serving creatures all over the galaxy, wondering which one of them today would be the lucky one to get into a scrap. He walked up to your shop, where you were already there, watching people carry small boxes of what is presumed to be the shipment of rations into your shop. A few of the carriers glanced Din’s way before continuing on with their job, and you turned yourself around to meet whatever they had been looking at.

“Hey, Mando.” You breathed, strangely delighted to see him again. Before he could greet you back, you heard shouting and screams behind you. Turning, you found yourself watching the scene of another robbery unfold before you. A man had pulled a small blaster on one of the shipment workers that was holding a couple of ration boxes. The criminal had his other hand stuck in a makeshift sling, his clothes were torn and distressed, and he was covered head to toe in grime and dirt. He looked desperate.

“I-I-I don’t want any trouble. I just need one of those.” He said.

“No way, you can buy them like everybody else!” You exclaimed, so he turned the blaster onto you, where you stuck your arms up. Other hunters just passed by, realising it's not worth getting involved. As soon as the man turned the blaster onto you, Din’s protective senses kicked in.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it.” The Mandalorian warned him. You saw the way the man cowered at the sight of the tall Mandalorian. Din stepped forward when he spoke, and before you could blink, the man pointed his gun at Din and pulled the trigger. In less than a blink, the blaster fired and it hit Din, but it dissipated into sparks as it came into contact with his armour. Din warned him, but now that shots were fired, he took matters into his own hands and walked up to the man, who continued to fire his blaster that repetitively did nothing to hurt the man steadily advancing on him. That’s when Din threw the punch of this guy’s lifetime. Instantly his body rag-dolled and he hit the ground with a thud.

The workers–though a little stunned–continued to put your shipment of rations inside your shop after the altercation, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” You told him. He nodded in acknowledgement, although he couldn’t understand why you wanted to stay here despite your distrust of strangers. Your life was constantly at risk where you were, and next time a guy pulls a gun on you, you won’t have him to step in to save you. At least going with him gives you the chance of your dream opportunity. Either way, you risk your life being in danger.

Din was carrying the last of his bought portion of rations when he heard you run up to his ship and call him.

“Hey! Mando!” He turned to you, where you were decked in jackets and scarves, carrying a backpack. You looked like you were planning on going somewhere. “Thanks for saving me back there. I was wondering if that offer to Coruscant was still open?” You couldn’t tell through his visor, but he was glad that you had come to your senses and agreed to join him.

Aboard the ship, Din had settled into his seat and prepared to take off. You sat in the passenger’s, eyeing the metal ball that remained shut beside you. Once the ship started to shake as it took off, the orb opened suddenly, your mouth agape at the sight.

“Is that… Is that the green thing everybody talks about?!” You stared at Grogu, whose huge innocent black eyes curiously analysed you, cooing in the process.

“What, the kid?” He said.

“Every bounty hunter I’ve seen has mentioned a Mandalorian with a green… asset!” The peculiar small critter continued to watch you watch him in fear. As it squeaked and squawked, you got used to the unfamiliar species and found it… Cute. Your fear turned into awe, and the awe turned into an urge to hug it. So, you reached out, and the space crib floated over to you where you could reach in and pick him up, holding him in your lap. You ‘awwed’ at his silly robes while he blew tiny raspberries at you. Now you could understand why every bounty hunter and their mother was interested in the wee guy. He was just so cute!

“Aww, are you hungry, little guy?” Your smile was so big, he was just too adorable. Din raised his finger when you said that.

“He does not need more food. I am not going back to buy more rations because he can’t keep his six grubby fingers to himself.” You couldn’t help but smile at the way Grogu giggled at his dad’s scolding. Yes, you were sure you made the best decision of your life.

[flagellant]

howdy, theology opinion question: what are your thoughts on the, let’s say, more intense parts charismatic christianity (eg. laying hands, speaking tongues, snake handling etc.)? thanks for your time :)

All of them deeply storied, most of them fundamentally acultural found in multitudes of other religions and spiritualities, and very rarely without an agenda behind them. Miracle-workers don't exist in a vacuum. They exist because people want miracles and are willing to pay premium.

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Okay, I've got 2 more thoughts on the cleaning service.

Returning to Kass first, I'm imagining her probably in the shower while the service is being done and asking for a towel and change of clothes, to which, sure why couldn't they oblige and hand over a towel and clothes, especially since it was all neatly prepared on her dresser. Then Kass just pulls them in to help clean her and the bathroom up as well. Just a little bit of forcefulness.

Eliza. OH BOY. Vacuums aren't allowed in her home. So Darling has to do things the old fashioned way. UNFORTUNATELY FOR THEM. That also means darling has to bend over into a more inviting position and find Eliza trying to mate with them.

Miriel, I can see her looking up from... maybe a book to greet her Darling. Offering them snacks and drinks as her darling does their work, but also probably drinking in the sight of her darling as much as possible, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Maybe it becomes a weekly occurrence where she specifically requests her darling. Maybe theres a premium package that Miriel takes that allows her to spend the entire day with her Darling as a person maid.

Miriel is honestly just so pouty this hasn't bloomed into something more yet. Why have they not picked up on the hints she's been aggressively putting down?

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Wardrobe mishap when vacuuming the house

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