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Facts My Fandom Brain And Kinks Did Not Need: Platypus Lay Eggs, Yet They Still Lactate. There Are A

Facts my fandom brain and kinks did not need: platypus lay eggs, yet they still lactate. There are a whole host of what were previously mutually exclusive kinks that just became compatible.


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3 years ago

in my own house! @secret-engima @north-peach @wolfsrainrules @sanjuno

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3 years ago

The Burial Mounds are a Sith graveyard, where they entombed their war dead, figures fallen from grace but too purely Sith to allow rabble to gawk at them. They are so, so resentful that their sleep has been disturbed for centuries by random rabble thrown down with them.

Wei Wuxian hates piercing together armor from the dead around him, ancient beskar that resonates with anger and pain and suffering. The armor has been here, stolen from the Madalorians who wore it by their once upon a time supposed Allies, so even as he burns to wear it, he can feel a few vague Mandalorian ghosts marching away at last as their armor returns to Mandalorian hands. The marks are long gone, he’s not sure even a Goran could figure out what clan. He tries, he tries, he tries so hard to find out, to learn the history. This is all he can give in thanks.

It’s made harder by how few pieces remain intact. He breaks into tombs and steals anything with beskar back, ending up with more than a few dar’jeti’kad, which he promptly takes apart. He leaves all but the shell, crystals keening as his shaking hands, reluctantly tuck them into his pouch without his command. He can hear their screams and weeping, even now. Centuries after they were made to bleed.

Wei Wuxian doesn’t know how he’s getting off this planet, small and tucked away as it is, haunted by dar’jetii ghosts fighting constantly with Mandalorian ghosts. The more beskar he takes out of tombs, away from unmarked graves, the more Mandalorians he gathers, hoping to be finally free to march away into Manda. The more crystals he is forced to gather, the more dar’jetii surround him to drag him down. The dar’jetii wish to force him to stay trapped with them, as they are trapped. The Mandalorians wish for their armor to be returned to their clans, or to any Goran if that is not possible.

He never meant to become a Goran for the dead. He wasn’t supposed to be a Goran at all. When he finally claws his way into space, ka’ra burning cleanly through the transparasteel, clad in ancient beskar with the first Basilisk droid in centuries at his back, even the dar’jetii hush as they break away from their tombs at last. He wipes the tears away. This wasn’t a time for tears. Ca'nara at oya'karir.

@north-peach @wolfsrainrules @sanjuno

Ok, so I’ve seen a lot of (honestly hysterical) takes on putting the sects into Star Wars, with the problem of how to make Wei Wuxian’s fall from grace fit. I got it. Ignore the powers and the Jedi, each sect is a Mandalorian clan. The Wen are a Death Watch equivalent, Wei Wuxian gave Jiang Cheng his own beskar, and came back from the Burial Mounds with a bes’iilik droid he put together from the scraps. He’s spent the last three months surviving rak’ghouls and other Sith nastiness.

@north-peach @wolfsrainrules @sanjuno Someone tell me I’m wrong.


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3 years ago

You know, with so many of my bookmarks on AO3 disappearing, I think I’ll start leaving the title in my notes so if I have to, I can use the Wayback Machine to find it.


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3 years ago

White best friend, eyeballing the international food aisle With Judgement: the contents of the Chinese section are as Chinese as I am. Look, last I checked, India may be part of the Asian continent, but it is not part of China.


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3 years ago

Really cool!

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