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dindjarin-mandalorian · 3 years

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A Soft Place to Land (Din Djarin/OC - The Mandalorian) - Chapter 1

Author’s Note: I’ve been writing Mandalorian fic for a while, but this is the first time I’ve decided to post any here. I used to post a lot of Marvel/GotG fics on my old tumblr, but this is a fresh start, and currently I’m only writing fic for The Mandalorian. I’ve already written about 40,000 words for this particular story, but I’m only going to post a chapter every few days. I haven’t decided on the schedule yet, but maybe once a week? I’m super new to the tumblr version of this fandom, so I’m nervous to share, but the fandom has been really kind so far, and it gave me the courage to finally start sharing my writing. :)

Note: This is the backstory of an OC I created for a failed RP, and that backstory turned into a whole fic for The Mandalorian and my OC, Lira. It begins several years before the events of Season One of The Mandalorian take place, but will eventually line up with the show.

Summary: Lira is an intel-gatherer for Greef Karga, working to get information on the quarries he sends his bounty hunters after, but her life slowly starts to change after she meets one bounty hunter in particular.

Lira tossed her camera bag over her shoulder and headed toward the busy market. Greef Karga needed information on a potential quarry, and he’d asked her to have a look around. When Greef needed info, she was the first person he contacted.

She had her spiel down to a fine art. If anyone ever asked why she was taking pictures of a seemingly boring area, she always claimed she was taking tourism shots for a highly-regarded magazine. It usually worked, despite the fact that magazines weren’t exactly a thing in the Outer Rim, as long as she smooth talked them well enough, something she had gotten increasingly better at the longer she was away from Earth. Most of the ones who were curious or suspicious enough to ask her about it usually wanted their pictures taken for the magazine’s imaginary article, with assurances that they would be featured.

She often wondered how many of them tried to find the fictitious magazine later.

If the magazine angle didn’t work for one reason or another, she’d sometimes claim she was a tourist. The fewer details she gave, the better, and she’d usually slip away quickly if someone seemed more suspicious than usual. She’d creep behind a building, change her outerwear, wait a few minutes, and then get back to business.

Luckily, she was good at remaining unseen, and most people didn’t give her a second glance. They weren’t usually interested in people from Earth, and after being in space for three years, she sometimes managed to pass as a local. Humans were humans, as far as most were concerned.

This was her third market of the day and so far all she’d managed to learn was that she was not planning to ever return to this particular planet. It was too humid, too sandy, and much too bright. She was usually a fan of the Sun, but a planet having four suns was just overkill.

Stepping out of the shade, she blinked in the bright sunlight, shielding her eyes with her hands as she looked across the market area, spotting a cantina with a sign bearing the name The Four Suns.

“Perfect,” she grumbled under her breath, making her way across the dusty market and maneuvering through the haggling crowd.

As she approached The Four Suns , the metallic doors slid open and she stepped inside, grateful that the lighting inside was much dimmer than the name would suggest. After taking a moment to get her bearings, she approached the bar and sat a few stools away from a patron with his head down on the counter. The several empty glasses in front of him suggested he was now too drunk to sit up.

A droid approached her and wiped off the counter in front of her. “How may I help you today?”

“A Galactic Blaster, please.”

“Of course. One moment.”

A moment later, he slid a glass of blue liquid across the bar to her, and she nodded. “Thanks.”

She took a small sip, then grimaced. She didn’t particularly like drinking, but she tended to stand out if she walked into a cantina and didn’t order a drink, and she’d learned that the Galactic Blaster was one of the less-lethal ones.

She subtly turned on her stool so she could search the room while still innocently sipping her drink. A few minutes later, she spotted him. There, on the other side of the bar, was someone who matched the description Greef had given her perfectly.

“Gotcha,” she whispered, before taking one more sip of her drink.

She stood and pushed a couple of credits across the counter. The bar droid nodded at her.

“Thank you for your patronage.”

“Thank you,” she replied with a wink that was completely lost on the droid before making her way outside.

She found a spot on the other side of the market from the cantina, hidden by the busy shoppers, and leaned against the wall. Taking pictures inside of the cantina was a good way to get noticed by her quarry, or worse, beaten up by her quarry, but outside, it was much easier to surreptitiously get a few shots of her target without being spotted.

She didn’t have to wait long. Her target emerged a few minutes later, blinking in the bright sunlight and stumbling a little, giving her ample time to take several shots, all high-quality close-ups, which, she thought, deserved a bonus from Greef.

The first thing she’d done after completing a few jobs for Greef Karga was to buy a new zoom lens for the camera she’d brought with her from Earth. It had paid for itself and more.

Her quarry began to move down the street and she followed at a safe distance, always being sure to be seen browsing the wares nearest her if he ever looked as though he was going to turn around.

Finally, he approached a speeder bike, climbed aboard, and was gone before she could get more than three shots of the speeder. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough for Greef’s band of bounty hunters.

Satisfied, she walked to the port and hired a ship to carry her back to Nevarro.

Later …

Stepping out of the ship, Lira handed the pilot a few credits, then made her way to the cantina to meet Greef. She entered the cantina, spotted him at his usual table, and sat down across from him.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon, Lira.”

“What can I say? I was tired of being on Ari.”

“Did you get the information?”

“Was there any doubt?”

Greef laughed. “None.”

She passed him the micro card with the pictures of the quarry on it, and he transferred them to a puck as she gave him the location where she’d found the target, as well as a description of his speeder bike.

When he was finished, he slid the puck and micro card back to her. “So you think he’ll stay on the planet?”

“He couldn’t get off-world with the speeder bike, and he didn’t head toward the port, so she should be there for at least a little while.”

Greef nodded, then slid a stack of credits across the table. “Good work, as always.”

She put the credits in her coat pocket and leaned back. “Same deal as always?”

“Yes, of course. Same as always - you go along with the bounty hunter, give him the necessary information needed, and get 15% of the cut. I then get 5% of your cut.”

“In addition to the 25% cut from the bounty hunter. You’re making a killing here, Greef, you know that?”

“Gotta make a living somehow.”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you expecting any bounty hunters today?”

“Maybe. It’s probably time for a couple of them to show up with their last bounties. At least one of them should want a new puck.”

She nodded as she glanced around the cantina. She didn’t know all of Greef’s bounty hunters, but she hoped the ones who showed up weren’t any of her least-favorite ones. While none she’d met so far were any she’d want to spend time with socially, some were worse than others.

She turned back to Greef. “Think I’ll get some lunch while I wait, then.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

She raised a brow as she continued to sit and watch him.

He laughed and tossed a couple of credits to her. “Lunch is on me.”

Grinning, she stood and gave a mock bow. “Thank you.”

When she returned to the table with her food, there was a stranger sitting in her chair. She set her food down, grabbed another chair from the tablet next to him, and sat without a word, waiting for an introduction.

Greef didn’t hesitate.

“Mando, this is Lira Stewart. She’s the one who got the information on today’s quarry.”

The Mandalorian nodded in her direction. Not a man of many words , she thought.

Greef turned to her. “Mando is the best.”

“That’s good to hear.” She winked before taking a bite of her food, then leaned back in her chair as she observed the two men.

“Lira and I have a deal, Mando. If she gets the information for the puck, she goes along with the bounty hunter to assist, earning her a cut of 15%.”

“Of which he gets 5%,” she added.

Greef shrugged. “Have to make it worth my while.”

The Mandalorian shook his head slightly. “No.”

“Come on, Mando, it’s part of the agreement I have with Lira.”

“I don’t care.”

“I need this quarry brought in quickly, and you’re the best mine for the job.”

“I’ll do it, but I work alone.”

Lira put her elbows on the table and pointed at the Mandalorian. “You’re not getting this puck without me.”

Greef sighed. “Just give it a chance, Mando. If it doesn’t work out, you don’t have to take any pucks that Lira brings in for me in the future.”

“Even though mine are the best quarries,” she pointed out.

Greef tilted his head in acknowledgment of her statement. “She’s right.”

“How much?”

“10,000 credits.”

The Mandalorian sat in silence for a moment before finally replying. “Fine.”

Lira grinned as she slid the puck across the table to Mando at the same time Greef handed him the fob.

“So when do we leave?” she asked.

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resbang-bookclub · 5 years

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AMA Transcript: Wild Hunt

Next up is @addude to talk about her Resbang, Wild Hunt! Here’s some of what went down:

Q: Asking how you came up with the plot seems like a good place to start. What was your process?

ADdude: Well, I tried to do something with the theme of out of the woods. I tried to think of something that might be scary and comes out of the woods. So, I thought okay werewolf but then remembered that Free was the last one and that got me sad. So I decide let's do a wedding and a fairy king coming to ruin things and he came out of the forest. That was literally my train of thought. I don't know why, but I always imagine weddings going wrong. I've been to several weddings, none go as planned.

Q: I love the running joke about the pool whether Spirit would interfere with the wedding or not. Plot-wise, it felt like the fun times, the calm before the storm lol, but it also felt so in-character. How did you manage to keep everyone in character?

ADdude: I did love that joke. At one point I worried I was overdoing it, but I figured at that point, go through it. I think in the end Spirit did the right thing, so it worked out. Keeping everyone in character was a little hard. I mean this story took place a number of years after the end of the manga and people have changed in that time. Kid is Lord Death and he and Liz are married and have kids. Black Star and Tsubaki are raising Angela and... Black Star is Black Star, he doesn't change that much. I think the key is to having a good idea of who the character is at their cores and building on that.

Q: I love how you balanced not only a large cast of characters, but your OC’s on top of that. How did you manage juggling everyone and their backstories? Did you ever get frustrated or confused or have to backtrack?

ADdude: I start with the main characters and spin from that. Kami and Nene are getting married so they take a lot of focus. They are going through a lot of course, so yeah. Maka is getting a new stepmom so I touched on that, she knows they love each other so she's okay. Her biggest worry is that she doesn't have the right gift. Everyone else is their reactions, like with Spirit having to accept his Ex is getting married and everyone’s reactions to everything. As for keeping track, I made a short outline to keep track of everything important and I fill in the gaps as I go, then try to touch on the side characters. Though yeah, I had to check back every once in a while to make sure I wasn’t getting something wrong. Since I'm doing the story from last Resbang, I had to reread the past stories to make sure everything was in line.

Q: Was writing this sequel easier than writing your last Resbang?

ADdude: Maybe harder, cause yeah I had to go back and make sure I kept everything in the same canon. At the start of this story is talking to Nene about how she meet Kami. I had an idea of how it went but went back and noticed I changed some things when retelling the story. I honestly forgot that Nene actually punched Kami. Makes more sense in context. They were in the middle of a battlefield and Nene thought she was an enemy.

Q: Speaking of Nene, I just love her lol. She's so cute and strong and loves Kami so much. Where do you draw inspiration for your Soul Eater OC’s? They all have such detailed backstories and each has their own distinct personality.

ADdude: Actually Nene came from another series, she was a minor character in another anime called Is this a zombie. I built a lot on that character, she was very minor so there wasn't much there to start with. But I saw a lot of potential. And Kami came from a joke I made with Soul Dwelling on tumblr, about how Kami was the opposite of Spirit. He was super protective about Maka and Kami was just waiting for grandkids. Both Kami and Nene are an example of just no one stopping me. I got an idea and it just started growing and eventually I had to fully fledged characters. Like yeah, I got a whole story of how they met in battle and how fell in love. Kami's history got even more crazy cause yeah the idea has been around a lot longer for me.

Q: Where did you get the inspiration to make Eu write everything down instead of verbally communicating? That’s so unique and makes her intriguing.

ADdude: Eu is another character from Is this a zombie. Again, that came out from a joke. Eu can fight with a scythe like Maka and I joked that because of that Kami adopted her. Then I actually wrote it, finding a way for it to be canon in both series. The notepad thing is her thing, she has a lot of magic that she can't control. It’s so strong that if she speak it will make her words come into reality so writing it down is the only way for her to communicate. Oddly enough, her armor was to keep her powers in check and was made by Nene in canon. When I found that out I started to connect things and that’s where I eventually got the idea for Kami and Nene to meet and fall in love.

Q: I know a lot of Soul Eater fans have their own ideas of how Maka's mom acts or is, just because she wasn't seen at all in canon. How did you go about characterizing her?

ADdude: I started an RP blog for Kami years back. It started with that joke. There were a bunch of RPers back then who shipped Soma and I thought of a joke of Kami showing up and asking when she was gonna get grandchildren. At some point the joke kept going and had to get serious and slowly I developed a long and strange back story about her life. I just did my best not to contradict canon. Just little by little, she grew as a character.

Q: Where did you get the idea to make Excalibur related to Maka and Kami? I busted out laughing when I read that, poor Maka!

ADdude: It started with Kami being one of the few people who could deal with him. Then I noticed Maka had a soul with wings and how Excalibur gave wings to his user. I eventually connected the things. In one my previous stories I touched more on the relationship with Kami and Excalibur. And I thought, yeah okay he's her ancestor, let’s give him family. And yeah. Maka is a pretty accepting person but... yeah she does everything she can to not think [about] how he could have kids with a person. Just like, try not to think of how that would work. And yeah, in canon Excalibur did hook up with a woman. That HAPPENED!

Q: With so much backstory and characters to balance, what’s your editing process? Did any plot points or scenes not make the final cut?

ADdude: Yeah, some things. I mean, I did want to touch on other people. Like what you brought up about Patty now calling herself the duchess of death, it didn't add to the overall story but I want to touch on the others. Marie had a kid and she's retired. She wants to help Kami but everyone insists she stay behind because she's earned her retirement and they trust her to watch the children. There was a lot of other stuff I wanted to add in about others but [it got] cut out. Like Anya from Soul Eater was actually inspired to go to DWMA because she met Kami and I was going to have her at the wedding but cut her out cause it slowed down the story. I also had a whole other plot that the fairy king was actually working for someone else but cut that off since it would have doubled the story.

Q: It would've doubled the word count??! Dang that sounds interesting, can you give us a summary of what that would've been like, or are you planning to save it for writing later in the future?

ADdude: In the last resbang story I had it that Kami had a history with Arthurian mythology along with Excalibur himself. Kami sorta dated the witch Morgan le Fey. Didn't end well. In fact, due to weird circumstances Morgan was actually the witch that Kami and Spirit killed to make him a death scythe. But a witch of such power and legendary status had tricks. Like Voldemort before her she split her soul, but she survived until Asura woke up the remains of her soul. Then Kami and Co killed her for good. The thing is that Morgan had a fairy teacher and that one would have been behind The Fairy King in this story, coming for revenge for her student. The Fairy King leads an army of shadow monsters, but this person would have been a whole lot scarier and worse. I think I might save them for next year’s Resbang though.

Q: How did you handle the deadlines for check-ins and posting?

ADdude: I tried to pace myself. I tend to write a lot naturally so it helps just to work little by little working my way up to the word count. Luckily for me I was sometimes sick in bed so I got ahead of one of the deadlines and just kept at it. I tend to get sick in winter so that bought some time to work with.

Q: What was your favorite scene to write? And least favorite?

ADdude: I honestly had a lot of fun with Maka and her new family. Just her and Eu and Excalibur trying to figure what gift to get. Soul finally getting fed up and telling her to get anything because her mom would always love it. The end scene with everyone together as a family moment was just nice to give them a nice moment like that. My least favorite would have to be the thing right before the wedding. I do love this character and I hated writing Kami breaking down, knowing she wouldn't get the wedding with the woman she loved.

Q: Congrats on finishing your Resbang! How are you feeling about it overall?

ADdude: Overall I'm happy with what I wrote and that I gave my character a happy ending. What can I say, I love happy endings.

Q: I don't know anything about the "Is this a zombie?" series but i loveeeeeee how you're exercising your artistic freedom and doing a crossover no one else has or would ever consider. I do want to hear more about what exactly inspired you to put these two series together -- was it something as simple as both Maka and Eu having scythes as weapons?

ADdude: So, yeah, it started simply I was watching Is this a zombie and made a dumb joke that Kami was going to adopt Eu because she had a scythe. A lot of stuff I do is just because no one stops me, not even me. But there were connections in both series that pushed that along. Like, how both series deal with death and evil. And both have an arrogant loud mouth that is pretty short. Yes, I’m talking about Black Star and Haruna. Then of course there were the weapons. Meisters had their own weapon and the magical garment girls had weapons too, and they didn’t transform but also seemed to be alive. I thought up the idea that the magical garment girl weapons were somehow based on the demon weapons in soul eater.

Q: Also, why the pairing of Nene and Maka's mom as opposed to another pairing?

ADdude: Yeah, again another joke that took on a life of its own. The joke was that Kami had a thing for red heads and big boobs. Because Spirit was a red head and he himself was a big boob. Then I went past the joke and it kinda made sense. From what we got in canon, Nene had been the strongest warrior and a glimpse to the pass showed her being devoted and serious to her duty. Now she was far more relaxed and didn’t seem to have any real desire to fight anymore. That reminded me of Kami, how she was one the best meisters but seemed to quit to travel around. I started putting a history for them together, they were fighting together standing alone in their fights, so [there was] a lot of mirroring. Until it clicked that maybe they could have something more than just a friendship. And it worked, they were two warriors who’d been through a lot and developed feelings. It worked, so I kept at it.

Q: It sounds like you really like character development and writing characters with a lot of "potential" (that is, not a lot is mentioned about them in canon and much is left up to the audience to speculate). I know you had a fave scene to write but did you have a fave CHARACTER that you enjoyed writing as well, such as a quirk or fact or backstory that you thought up and gave them?

ADdude: Isn’t that what fanfiction is for? Like to fill in gaps the author never got around to… filling. We didn’t know a lot of Nene so I started to put in stuff for the gaps. As a writer my favorite thing is when characters develop, I literally scream when characters regress for no reason or just do stupid stuff for plot. Maka and family were fun to write because none of them have a lot of family normally. I got to explore a little what they would do in a family setting. It always felt weird when I made Excalibur serious and trying to keep in character. But, yeah, he was angry, so I had an excuse. Spirit was fun. He’s usually so goofy and here he had some serious moments dealing with letting go. I tried to stay in character and yeah, he would be upset and a bit hurt but would try to let the person he loved move on. I liked adding some growth to him. Hell, I’m pretty sure everyone had some growth in this story. Crona is calmer now off the moon from my last story. Maka and Soul are comfy as a couple and pretty much family. Kami pushing through her issues that she got from her nasty break up with Spirit. Liz is a responsible mom and helping everyone out. Black Star is being a dad, sort of. But yeah, development for all.

Q: I'm kind of curious as to where in canon it says that Excalibur hooked up with a woman LMAO... or maybe I saw it myself and just erased it from memory...

ADdude: Okay, that might have been a bit of a stretch. We saw him in bed with a woman in one of his stories. So, you have to take that with a grain of salt. Then again, it’s canon that the Arthur stuff was true and he was different back then. So who’s to say what’s true. But yeah, I’m taking that as true.

Q: What do you think you'll write about next?

ADdude: I’m still trying to edit my own book, so progress is slow. I’ve somehow got like four Star Vs the Forces of Evil stories going along with other fanfics of various fandoms. And I am working on a Soul Eater Abridged series as its writer and several voices and editor. Working on episode two. And I’m writing Thanos snap fics, like what it would happen if the snap affected other worlds and yeah the Soul Eater world is on the chopping block list. I do have some idea for how I want to continue this Resbang story, maybe for next year. I don’t have everything ready, but maybe Maka has her own family in the near future.

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Thanks to addude for stopping in! Stay tuned for one final transcript tomorrow!

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amethystdarkwolf · 6 years

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Outed

[Warnings: Blood, mentions of fights, bullying, homo/transphobia, bruises, violence, let me know if there are any others!]

So this was again helped crafted by @side-for-sides as we were brainstorming for an au that we may RP?? Idk it’s up to them! But this particular scene that we had just talked out in concepts and ideas, was one I was dying to flesh out, and I decided to try my hand out on it! Though some most of the Roman lines were given by them, {They RP and write Roman so well wtf??}

Anyways! hope you enjoy!

Side note: There may or may not be a part two, idk yet.

Their secret was out, and this was the price they paid for it. They had managed to lean against the hard brick wall of the school building but was unable to do much else. Their vision was blurry, they saw little black splotches, and was incredibly hard to focus on anything. They could taste blood and were too scared to look down at themselves to see how bad the damage was today. They tried to get up to hopefully get to their car and go home, but they couldn’t stand up long enough to even take a step. They fell back to the ground, letting out a choked outcry of pain as their hand landed on a sharp piece of glass.

Patton suddenly found it much harder to breathe, they weren’t having a panic or anxiety attack, they just seemed to not be able to draw in a proper breath. they finally let their eyes drift down, seeing that their shirt covered in blood and that their arms were much the same state, with bruises as well, they let out another whimper before quiet sobs quickly took over them before they could stop it.

Their cries caught the attention of one of the theater kids just now leaving rehearsal, Roman, he was the main lead, and also had a major secret, a different from Patton’s, but one that would have dire consequences if it were to ever get out nonetheless. Roman’s walk to his car was stopped as he heard the painful sobs. He turned on his heel and speed walked to the source of the noise, his eyes widening and his heart slowly cracking and crumbling at the sight in front of him.

It was the teenager he had heard the rumors about, the one that was, to the other horrible people at their school, ‘The weird gender freak with a mental disorder’ Roman managed to pick the truth from the horrible rumors, and knew they were at least non-binary, and if he was truly correct, they were genderfluid. They were crumpled up in a ball, they could see bruises quickly forming on their arms that were wrapped around themselves.

He took a deep breath, slowly walking over to them. Patton looked up when they heard the footsteps, their eyes widening, as they finally focused on someone coming closer. They flinched back hard and quick enough that their head hit the hard wall, making him whimper and whine yet again. Roman’s eyes widened, getting just a bit closer as he whispered, “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you, I just want to help-” it was only then that he noticed the state of their face, bruises on their already chubby cheeks, blood covering the freckles, their glasses were bent just a bit out of shape, and the lenses were cracked.

“Oh my goodness, they got you good, didn’t they?” He asked. Patton just looked at him, fear and worry so very apparent in their bright blue eyes, now only seeming to shine brighter with the added moisture from their tears. Slowly, they unraveled from themselves, letting Roman see the damage. Roman’s eyes watered against his will, he knew why this happened, and he wanted nothing more than to just help this non-binary pal…

He reached out his hand, “I’m gonna take you to the hospital, alright? Is that alright? Can I carry you to my car?” He asks, his voice was incredibly soft and sweet, filled with so much genuine care. Patton shook their head, slowly trying to push off the ground with their hands, only wincing as he felt the piece of glass still stuck in his palm. They stood, leaning against the wall for ninety-nine percent of their support.

“I… I’m… I’m fine…” They managed to croak out, they tried to take a step forward and only ended up falling back, their back hitting and scraping against the bricks again. Roman quickly reached and held Patton’s waist gently, so they didn’t fall back down. Patton whimpered again, “ow…” their breaths were much more shallow than before, they tried to take a deep breath but, yet again, they couldn’t. Roman’s eyes softened in pity, “Can I pick you up? Please, let me help you…”

Patton took a moment, realizing that they couldn’t just brush this off like they couldn’t just brush this off like all the others they’ve had since they were outed, their eyes filled once again with tears, and then slowly nodded. Roman gave a soft smile moving carefully to pick them out bridal style. Patton winced when Roman brushed against a particularly painful bruise on their side. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be careful,” Roman murmured quietly to him, “I’ve got you, let’s get you to the doctor okay?” he asked, his heart breaking even more when he realized just how light and easy to carry the much shorter teen was, they shouldn’t be that light...

Patton nodded, resting their head on Roman’s shoulder, “Thank you…” they whispered, barely audible. Roman looked down at them as he walked to his car, trying not to go to fast as to not accidentally trip and drop the already weak enby. “I couldn’t have just left you there…” He murmured back. Patton finally gave a small, almost shy smile to Roman before letting his eyes shut in a peaceful manner, Roman was luckily able to still feel him breathing, well, partially, he could feel him struggling to take a deep breath, they were all shallow and shaky.

Soon enough, Roman got to his car, carefully opening the backseat door and placing Patton inside. He helped them buckle their seatbelt in a way that wouldn’t rub against any of their bruises or scratches. He shut the door and went back over to the drivers side, taking a deep breath while he knew they couldn’t see him, trying to keep from crying in front of them, just until they got to the hospital, he has to be strong for them, he can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve gone through.

Roman got into the driver's side, turning the car on and driving out of the parking lot, and towards the nearest hospital, knowing he had to get them there ASAP.

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sonderisms-blog · 5 years

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❛ Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering. ❜

Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand, {KAREN GILLAN}. No, that’s a mistake. It’s {AMELIA POND}, they are a {CANON CHARACTER} and come from {DOCTOR WHO}. They are {TWENTY-NINE} and I’ve heard they are {CREATIVE}, as well {OBSTINATE}. They happen to hold {THEIR} memories. Don’t believe me? See for yourself. Lucky for us, {jinx, 23, pst, she/her & they/them} sent us proof.

Welcome to New York, what is your character’s name?

Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams. Though, she took on the last name Williams when she was transported back to 1920s New York because she couldn’t really legally hyphenate + it was a testament to how much she loves Rory & how she was willing to leave behind her old life with the Doctor behind. But she prefers to just be called Amy!

Where have they been pulled from in their fandom?

Right when Amy & Rory make their exit in Doctor Who, in the Angels Take Manhattan. I imagine that she wakes up in her new life in this RP from that point.

With the curse, how has your character’s life changed?

Well, I don’t want to godmod the potential Rory player but if Rory isn’t in her life then that’s a major change ( though, I’d love if they were best friends who grew up together or something in the new life ). Like in canon, Amy had the belief the Doctor was real but instead of him coming back, he was just a story. She still grew up the same way in canon, the weird girl who turned ginger bombshell who was a kissogram but in this verse ( to mirror canon ) she gets picked up by a modeling agency and moves to New York. As far as Amy knows she’s lived in New York for 10 years, now a successful science fiction author and currently working on a children’s book both illustrating & writing it. Her life has changed because she turned her childhood shit into stories that have sold pretty well. She didn’t get married to Rory at a young age, she’s had quite a few years to develop who she is and live her life outside of Leadworth.

With Amy’s memories coming back, to put it simply, it hurts. All over again. Remembering it all, losing it all, it hurts. Though not a drinker AT ALL, Amy has found herself doing anything she can to forget remembering, working on a much darker novel than her previous ones. It’s been disorienting because even though her life is beautiful & brilliant as it is -- it’s not real. The feeling of things not being real, the blurring of lines between reality & falsity has really done a number on her as she does deal with mental illness, worrying that she’s finally, properly, losing her mind. Frankly, she doesn’t know if it’s real, she doesn’t know what’s real, though she tries to be Amy Pond, this blurring of reality is something that scares her. Another feeling she feels is anger, anger about what happened to her in canon, anger about having to doubt her own mind all over again and a determination to fix this and/or find the person responsible.

Do they have a job, and if so what is it?

To dive in more about her job, Amy isn’t the most famous person around but she definitely has mild celebrity due to her early modeling ( a model turned scifi author intrigues a lot of weird fanboys that’s for sure ), her books are what has really launched any celebrity she has into something more recognizable. Sometimes asked to help host D list red carpet shows, etc. Amy is not Known Known but you find her face recognizable. She’s done a lot of activism as well for mental illness and the LGBTQIA+ & Queer communities as she’s openly bisexual so there’s definitely a funky little cult following she has and she’s fairly popular in Scotland as well as a hometown hero in her town of Leadworth ( something she finds HILARIOUS as they hated her for years ).

Is there any other information about your character that members might find helpful?

THIS SECTION WILL BE FOR MY RAMBLING. Because where else am I GONNA DO IT??? I’ve been playing Amy for 5+ years now and I’m going to give y’all some insight on how i play her as well as how i see her. I’m watching an episode right now that’s helped come up with some of this as well. I’ll probably add more HCs as I slowly rewatch her scenes, etc.

A Sagittarius!!!!!!!!!! which literally fits her so well if you love astrology and Amy Pond, you already know!

One of my favorite aspects of Amy’s character is her empathy & intuitiveness. While sometimes lacking social grace and not always the best with interpersonal relations, she can see people for who they are deep down, their intentions, the emotions she feels like she feels from others often overwhelming but something that does lead her. A gut instinct magnified. She’s intuitive and empathetic because she’s got such an active imagination paired with a creative mind, she’s able to put those two things together, not only painting a picture of who someone is, painting colors on them they might not see themselves. Maybe this is a bit naive at times, maybe even a bit dangerous if it steers her wrong ( which is why Rory Williams is so important to her, her impulsiveness paired with this can get her into tough situations and he always has her back, always by her side ). Amelia is not always one to think before jumping into situations if she feels it’s the right thing to do, a prime example of this is her running off with The Doctor EASILY. Both as a kid and an adult. Luckily, not many have taken advantage of this as she can be extremely closed off emotionally. She’s a good judge of character and if she puts her faith in you, know while it could be surprising, it was a very much calculated, thought out, and a felt through choice. Amy’s extremely stubborn so good luck getting her to do something she doesn’t want to do ESPECIALLY if she doesn’t feel it’s right. Amy is usually able to connect to anyone and everyone some sort of way when she tries due to all of this, usually better with connecting to people than the ( Eleventh ) Doctor himself is.

[ EMOTIONAL NEGLECT MENTION, ALCOHOLISM MENTION ] Verbal, straightforward, blunt, but it when it comes to her emotions, the ones that hurt, the ones that can’t be wrapped in something beautiful or lightly joked about are the ones tucked away. Amy’s got serious commitment issues as well, as shown throughout Doctor Who, that stemmed from the Doctor leaving her multiple times as well as never knowing her parents. I play her Aunt as a high functioning alcoholic, growing up she was never really home much less attentive to Amy ( also due to the whole crack in Amy’s wall thing, but, that’s a whole other topic ). For insight on how this effects her, I once played her in a multifandom at hogwarts rp where she was in a relationship with a character and they were really fucking cute ( I still rp them to this day w/ my friend ). But she was SO cared of this relationship not working out / losing Rory because he had just confessed that he romantically liked her, that she broke up with the other person ( who she had deep feelings for who never EVER would’ve left her ) because Rory meant too much to her, he’d been there through everything, the thought of losing him? Unthinkable. this isn’t to say she didn’t love them both ( polyamorous Amelia Pond ftw! ), or value Rory as much ( I felt pressured to go into canon as well so I had to find a believable fault/fear/issue to really sell this but I think there’s something to be said for this ), I don’t play it that way in THIS rp, of course. [ END OF EMOTIONAL NEGLECT MENTION, ALCOHOLISM MENTION ]

It goes to show that she will make fear based decisions as well as decisions based on her insecurities that she’s not enough, that she’s more pain than she’s worth, out of not being able to give someone she cares about what they need. For example, when in canon Amy breaks up with Rory because she feels so guilty she can’t have biological kids when she knows he ALWAYS wanted kids. She was scared if she stayed with him, he’d hate her, that she was keeping him from having a fulfilling life, that she wasn’t enough and didn’t fit into what he wanted. Rory deserves everything to her, she couldn’t give it to him, when he gave and gave and gave to her. She didn’t feel worthy, but she didn’t express that fear either, making Rory feel completely shut out because she was shutting him out. She’ll self sabotage easily, because commitment is scary to her and she’d rather be the one leaving than being left. Amy can’t stand to wait for the worst to happen, for the other shoe to drop, she isn’t the fucking girl who waited -- not anymore.

Amy is diagnosed with major depressive disorder previously diagnosed with psychotic features added on as well until the Doctor came back but after having 4 psychiatrists in her youth, Amy definitely fits into having MDD. There are many evidences in canon besides her literally going to psychiatrists that suggest that Amy is mentally ill / ND, another hint in the episode ‘Vincent and The Doctor’. Amy empathizes with Vincent Van Gogh ( my Amy is an extreme art history lover as well, especially Vincent Van Gogh ), she says she’s been where he is, that she gets it. [ SUICIDE MENTION ] She is physically effected when he talks about dark shit and in another episode with the Dreamlord, she talks about how she doesn’t want to live in a world if Rory’s not in it, then killing herself in the show. The way she does it in my head ( and in the show ) is extremely steely, easily done, because Amy has dealt with mental illness, because she’s been in dark places & suicidal ideation. [ END OF SUICIDE MENTION ] In this RP, she’ll also have been diagnosed and is taking medication because we stan healthy characters who cope with their mental illness! Even though she’s definitely having a hard time currently.

Rory Williams really is everything to her. Her best friend, a love of her life, her partner, the only person who stuck by her side through everything. She never waivers in this love for him, even though she does have doubts due to her own commitment issues ( and regular issues ) but she doesn’t have doubts about who Rory is. She loves him. The Doctor is also someone she loves passionately, though she could’ve loved him romantically and often could see that sort of a future with him -- he’s completely unavailable and unreliable. If there’s one thing that Amy can’t do in a partner romantically it’s unreliable. Plus, after finding out her daughter was married to him in canon? She’ll pass. The Doctor is more like a twin flame sort of thing for her, a very kindred spirit. She loves him because in her little town of Leadworth, full of boring, sensible things, where she was the weird girl in town -- he was just as weird as her.

If I had to pick a Hogwarts house for Amy, it’d be Gryffindor.

#intro: amelia pond.#amelia pond: she's mad but she's magic.#intros make me nervous bc i never learned the art of brevity & my name is jared im 19 i never learned how to read #so we got a MESS ur honor!#but i just tell myself no one is paying me to rp STOP CARING SO MUCH fewoijfw #i aint getting no AWARDS #NO GRADES #this took so long bc its a high pain day and im slow! LRIJFFWE

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danny-the-shade-blog · 6 years

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Writing about my DnD sessions

Hey haven't been drawing much cause I sprained my hand a bit (mixture of repetitive motion at work and to much gaming). It’s feeling better now just feeling to down in general to do anything. so I decided to make a quick update about something that I did enjoy that happened a couple months ago. My first DnD campaign. ^_^

Okay so this is something http://imxthexhandler.tumblr.com

have been planning for a while and a friend of mine offered to DM. We didn’t have a name for our setting world I don’t think but between the three of us we had a map and a general idea of what it was like. General DnD setting with some other elements like Warforged with some different real world cultural settings fantasy tweaked depending on the part of the map.

I was a 1/2 Dwarf 1/2 Dragonborn named Kindlin’ I was starting out as a Barbarian with the Outlander background. Was kind of going for the angle of being this incredibly muscular, scaly, intimidating looking guy but really peaceful and timid, especially around people but having this feral nature that kicked in when he or his friends were in danger.

http://imxthexhandler.tumblr.com/ was a (variant) human Sorceress named Neith. she was using the sea sorcery origin I found in Unearthed Arcana and the reformed cultist background from Matthew Mercer’s Taldorei campaign. She was basically going for the angle of she was taken in by the cult but when she saw what was really going on she bolted but not until there was some kind of magic experiment that gave her the water nature. Eventually we were going to have her progress into a transformation story line where she became a water genasi.

We were supposed to have met by her carriage being attacked by bandits or wildlife and I coming to help. she followed me back to my camp after I ran off and convinced me to come along with her. I did it partially to help her and partially hoping she would help me find my father (who was missing)

Well that’s enough of the set up details onto the adventure! I’ll just do a general summery here. no need to bog it down with OoC stuff and rolls other than 1′s or 20′s.

we started out at my camp. we gathered up some rations and I said goodbye to my campsite which I had lived at for years. being raised alone with my father.

we then started the long trek to town. getting sidetracked along the way as I found some boar tracks and was hungry. (survival check) when I caught up to it I failed my stealth check (not the sneakiest thing ever) but I raged and slew it with 1 hit! (rolled 5 on a d6 damage dice for my hand axe +4 str +2 rage = 11 which is exactly what I needed apparently) after that I field dressed the meat cooked light lunch and then we looked up encumbrance and how much meat it would have made.. it was like 100 lbs of meat.. and Kindlin’ refused to waste any so I piled it onto my pack and tied it up as I slowly carried most of it. (gave Neith a smaller amount so she wouldn’t be weighed down.)

Neith not being the outdoorsy type we stopped for breaks fairly often (for rp not mechanics) and would chat. I tried to rouse our spirits with a bit of the violin as we played. It worked alright (roll of 11 with -1 charisma = 10) but not great. it also seemed to have attracted a bear. which Neith alerted us to.

the bear came toward us and I grappled the bear. Neith panicked and bopped it on the nose with her staff. after the bear failed to escape my grapple and got booped we were able to use an animal handling check to shew it off. tossing it a little meat as it left to show no hard feelings. :3

(DnD Life Goal: Wrestle a bear. Check)

That was the first session. Onto Session 2! (like a month later)

now unfortunately that was both my rages for the day but it had only been a few hours and we wanted to get to the city. so we pressed on. we came upon a small caravan that was under attack by bandits. 5 of them. Now I knew it was stupid to attack them head on, without rages, at level 1. but the last words Kindlin’s father told him before he left were “be good” and that included helping people beset by bandits. he tried to sneak closer to maybe help quietly.. that worked about as well as you would think. after he was spotted he tried to just keep the bandits attention while Neith tried to sneak over and free them. she was also spotted. seeing the bandits were about to attack Kindling threw off his wooden mask (oh yeah he wears plain wooden mask to hide what he perceives as his monstrous appearance.) and unleashed a breath attack at them (lightning element)

he hits 4 of the 5 as they were approaching him in a basic line the one in front taking the brunt of it the others making their saves for 1/2 damage. I then pulled out my war hammer and readied for their counter attack. they came at me some missing but I was pretty sure I was gonna die. especially when Neith took 1 hit from the leader and was down to 1 hit point. She managed to retaliate with a ray of frost slowing down one of the bandits so I didn’t take all 4 of them at once. one of the caravan seeing an opening managed to free himself and attacked a bandit as well. I smashed one bandit over the head with my war hammer. One of the others calls me a monster and though I’m out of actual rages I go into an rp rage and drop my hammer, popping my claws. I dodge their attacks next turn and yell “I’m not a monster!” and slice into both their throats with my unarmed attacks. the man from the caravan and Neith manage to take out the 4th. in anger the leader took a swing at Neith and she just managed to use Shield to block it. seeing he was outnumbered he fled. as an oppurtunity attack Neith swung and hit him but rolled a 1 on damage so the DM flavored it as a butt thwack adding insult to injury.

As I calmed down I looked at my bloody claws through my torn gloves and knelt down to wipe them off on the grass. we introduced ourselves to the caravan (luckily they thought I was just lizardfolk so I didn’t need a lot of explaining) and then I buried the bodies of the bandits. I recovered my pack and we hopped on the caravan the rest of the way to the city. I passed out and Neith tended to her wounds then slept as well.

end of Session 2.

Onto session 3!

So we arrive in the Dwarven Harbor city of Tideforge (I came up with the name) a massive city of trade built into a sheer cliff face overlooking the ocean. the dm described it as tiered lower being mostly the harbor and a few homes the middle being the trade portion and the upper level being reserved for the rich and nobility. she didn’t say this but I kind of pictured it as a sort of bowl like Cape Suzette from Tail Spin with Dwarven/pueblo Indian twist.

We look around for a while and my character is trying so hard to remember this place but is failing miserably on all his history checks. This was where he lived when he was a kid but it had been a long time. at one point I was examining an archway and didn’t realize I had wandered off from Neith to do so. After a moment she realized she lost me in the crowd and I realized I was alone. My char instantly became very anxious and frightened. Feeling isolated around all these people he didn’t know.

So yes that’s right. Yesterday my character wrestled a bear. No problem. He gets in the city and he is reduced to the crying lost child at the mall.

through a few checks and a semi pathetic hop to poke my head above the crowd of people Neith finds me and she calms me down and chastises me for wandering off.

We are then approached by a dwarf “white haired dwarven man approaches. He has white scruffy hair, an older gentleman with ice blue eyes. He's in studded armor, with a long sword on his back. One of the dwarves arms is also cocked at an almost unnatural angle, clearly stuck that way due to prior damage judging by the scars visible as well“

at first I have trouble remembering but after he calls me “lizard” I roll and get a natural 20. It’s my “uncle” Atland! I quickly give him a big hug then introduce Neith. He offers to show us around and this is the first person Kindling has met in a long time he is really comfortable around he begins just babbling stream of consciousness style about everything up to that point. ending about the time they get to a tavern with asking if Uncle Atland would like to hear him play the violin. something he learned after he left Tideforge. aaaand NAT 20 performance check! *meme air horn music*

(DnD Life Goal: Play Epic Public Violin Performance. Check)

after that there’s a lot of just us talking learning about what’s been going on in tide forge, talking to atland, inquiring about a temple for neith to seek shelter in and maybe help her figure out what’s going on with her and her powers and the cult. and we end the session. the last session is basically just us selling the meat then our dm getting a headache and ending early. and it’s been 3 months since then I think so yeah :( hoping to get back into it someday but *shrugs*

I did run a one shot with http://imxthexhandler.tumblr.com that maybe I’ll talk about next time in summery form. She said she was doing a detailed edit of our skype and posting it though so probably just let her do that. If you want the Full skype post of this campaign let me know. (it would be looong)

#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #Campaign #Story #dnd character #Kindlin'#Neith

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spookysummersmores · 7 years

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Mind Heist - Chapter 7

Word count: 4,310 (In the words of Grunkle Stan..."HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES!")

Author's note: Ohhh, wow...after two long months of brainstorming, editing, and writing additions to the original...this is it. The final chapter.

I know that, when I posted chapter 6 the other day, I said that there would be TWO more chapters left in the story. And that was originally going to be the case! But chapter 7 felt just...a bit too short to me...? And so I combined chapters 7 and 8 into one and ended up with this...4,000+ word long monster. xP

This one is almost entirely just pure fluff, which is always just...a delight to write. Pines family bonding for life. uwu

Also...stay vigilant. Once it seems like you've reached the end of the chapter...scroll a little further. There's a surprise hidden at the very end...

I'd just like to take the time to thank all of you who have supported Mind Heist - especially @raination and @choc-chip-pancakes - and provided such wonderful feedback. It means the world to both me and my bestie, and you provided me so much motivation and so many smiles throughout this whole process. Much obliged; you're sweethearts, the lot of you. 👍💕💞

The person I'd like to thank most, though, is my partner in crime, @ichipine. This story originated from summer RP shenanigans between us two. It was you who gave me the go-ahead, it was you that gave me so much cute Mabel dialogue to work with and add onto, and it was you who came up with some of the best dreamscape battle tactics I've ever heard. Without your assistance and friendship, I wouldn't have a complete story. Thanks, big sib. Working with you was a BLAST and a half! ^0^ *MAJOR HUGS*

Well...I guess that's all for now. In terms of future fanfiction, I'll be going solo from now on - unless Kaylee or another good friend ever wants to work with me on a fic again, that is! Until next time...see you later, and I hope you enjoy this final chapter. Stay weird, my friends. ^-^ ❤

(As always, PLEASE do not tag any ships. Thank you.)

Dipper and Mabel were soon jolted out of sleep, and they both gasped as they bolted upright in unison. At long last, both of them were safe and sound in the attic of the good old Mystery Shack, and even THAT seemed brighter all of a sudden. Things were finally NORMAL again.

Well...okay, sort of normal.

Dipper immediately began coughing. "Ugh...well...I certainly didn't miss this..." he said hoarsely, sniffling.

Oh, God...it felt as though his head had been hit with a jackhammer. He hadn't had the time to worry about the effects of a mindscape war with a demon on a summer cold for long while in said mindscape. Now he certainly had something to report to his trusty journal about it once he felt up to it: 'If you're fortunate enough to...you know, not die, you'll definitely feel a heck of a lot worse than you did before going to sleep.'

He pulled his blanket up over himself for warmth and then turned to Mabel, giving her a small smile. "Mabel...you did it. I-if it hadn't been for you...Bill...he would've completely wrecked my mind or...or something worse that I...don't really want to think about." He shivered a bit - half from fever and half from the thought of Bill's twisted games. "The way I was feeling in there...I never would have been able to get him on my own. Thanks, Mabel..."

Mabel smiled wide. "Don't worry about it! There was no way I was letting him pick on my brother EVER again...the big bully. That guy just never learns," she said, hands on her hips. She got up off the floor and stretched out. She happened to notice that, even though it felt as though a whole day had passed them by, they'd only been gone for about an hour in the real world.

When she got a good look at her twin, concern set back in. She climbed up on the end of his bed and sat there. "You still seem...REALLY sick though. Like...more like miss-school-for-two-whole-WEEKS sick now. You doing okay?"

"In all honesty? N-not really..." Dipper started coughing again, and rather harshly at that.

Mabel quickly got his drink for him and felt his forehead. You could have used it in place of a kerosene heater. Bill really HAD done quite a number on him...

Luckily for Dipper, about 15 minutes later, the twins both heard Stan unlocking the front door downstairs. "Honey...I'm home!" he called jokingly from the first floor. He climbed the stairs and knocked on the attic door before immediately entering (which kind of defeats the purpose of knocking), grocery bags in hand. He walked in just as Mabel was changing out the cloth on Dipper's forehead. "Hey, kiddo...how're you doin'?" he asked quietly, sounding an awful lot gentler than usual.

"Terrible..." Dipper croaked out from underneath the covers.

"Yeesh." Stan set the bags down on the bed and sat once Mabel scooted off. "Well...I dunno if this'll make ya feel any better, but you're not alone. Apparently, it's goin' around. In the SUMMER. I was IN LINE with some punk who was practically coughin' his lungs up. Only in this weird hick town..." He sighed. "Okay...so I just about bought out the pharmacy."

"Bought it out, or stole everything?" Dipper whispered with a tiny smile and a sniffle. Even in his haze, he couldn't help but tease Stan just a little.

"Haha...very funny, y'little dork. You'd be gettin' noogied right about now if y'weren't so darn sick," Stan teased back, grinning at the boy. "Here we go now. F'real." He started unpacking the bags, and he'd only been half exaggerating about buying out the pharmacy. "Tissues, cough drops, cold pills-" He nonchalantly put a hand to Dipper's forehead as he spoke, but he forgot to hide his concern and stopped cold, eyes wide, when he felt how high the kid's temperature had gotten in such a short amount of time. "Which y'need RIGHT NOW. I could make an omelet on your head. Be right back. Mabel, keep an eye on 'im, will ya?" He popped out of the room, taking Dipper's juice glass with him.

Mabel flopped down on her own bed. "Oh, gosh...you're in really bad shape, huh?" she asked. "I'm awful glad Grunkle Stan's back."

"Same..." Dipper groaned a little and laid back on his pillow.

"Don't you worry, bro. I'll be by your side keepin' you company until you get better."

Dipper was happy to have her company...but he realized something. "Thanks, Mabel. Just...be careful, okay? Judging by what Grunkle Stan just said, you..." He sneezed mid-sentence. "Could catch it. Really easily. Wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy..."

'Then again, Bill would probably enjoy it. The weirdo,' he thought to himself with disgust.

"I'll try to be careful...don't worry." Mabel gave Dipper a grateful little smile. "And heck...quit worrying about me! You're the one Dad could probably use for a grill right now. Just relax."

Grunkle Stan soon stepped back in the room with a glass of water, cold pills, and an ice pack he'd wrapped in a washcloth. "Alllright, kiddo...get this in you before your head...spontaneously combusts or somethin'."

"Thanks, Grunkle Stan." Dipper sat up to take the medicine and went to pick his UFO blanket up when it fell to the floor. Stan put a stop to that, however, when both he and Mabel saw the child become dizzy the second he stepped out of bed.

"Excuuuse me; where d'ya think you're goin'?" Stan muttered to him, sternly, but gently.

"Aww, Dipper, you're supposed to rest..." Mabel stepped over and put a hand on his shoulder to gently lower him back into bed.

"I-I'm good...I'm good," Dipper insisted, though he immediately coughed again afterwards.

"C'mere, kiddo...thataboy..." Stan tucked the kid back in and gently placed the ice pack on his burning forehead. "Now...when I say don't move from that bed, I MEAN don't move from it. Not a big fan of the sound of ya there," Stan said in his gruff, but well-meaning, way. He backed out of the room with the rest of the grocery bags. "Mabel, keep an eye on 'im while I put stuff away...and if he falls asleep, come downstairs and just let 'im go, okay?"

Mabel nodded. "You got it, Grunkle Stan."

Stan nodded back and smiled at his niece. "Good. Rest up, kiddo," he said to Dipper softly.

Once Stan left, as Dipper laid there in his bed, bundled up in a little blanket cocoon, anxious thoughts popped back into his head...but much different ones than before. He hated admitting it to himself, but he was more than a bit wary about trying to go back to sleep. He knew full well that he and Mabel had just seen Bill disappear into the unknown for themselves. And yet...the thought of him possibly still lurking somewhere nearby just wouldn't leave his aching head. Nervous, he poked a hand out and gently began to pet Waddles, who had sensed Dipper's uneasiness and decided to curl up next to him as if to reassure him.

Mabel turned to Dipper, and without him even saying a word, she could immediately tell that he felt uneasy. "It's alright, bro-bro," she said, patting his head lightly to comfort him. "We got rid of Bill...we watched him poof away, remember? You should be safe now. Just worry about getting better...okay?"

Dipper hesitated before nodding slowly, though he still couldn't help but feel at least a little nervous. "Okay..." He sneezed again and cleared his throat. "I guess I'll try to sleep...my head is killing me. Maybe the meds'll kick in faster that way." He slowly pulled himself into an even smaller ball - he slept more comfortably that way - but turned back around for a second to whisper one last message out. "Oh, Mabel...? Thanks again. For everything."

Mabel smiled. "You're welcome!" She made sure her sibling was tucked in just right. "I'll check back later once you're asleep to see how you're doing, okay?"

The boy smiled a tiny bit and nodded as he watched his sister leave the room. Waddles, who had decided to make himself comfortable where he was, kneaded on the bed a bit like a cat would before spinning around and falling asleep at Dipper's feet. Dipper soon surprised himself by successfully clearing his mind and following the little pig to Dreamland.

For the rest of that day and night, Mabel checked up on Dipper and kept him company whenever she could. She made it her sworn duty as 'chief nursemaid and right-hand man of the renowned Dr. Waddles' to monitor his temperature and keep him supplied with fluids, tissues, and throat lozenges. At one point, late in the evening, once enough of Dipper's lightheadedness had subsided and he was waiting for his next dose of medicine to kick in, the twins even played a game in which they would take turns making up a story by drawing pictures on Mabel's dry-erase board. The town's plethora of oddities - supernatural and human alike - provided them with plenty of material to draw inspiration from, so they spun themselves quite a tale. It was around 10:00 when the twins turned in, and for the first night in almost a week, they BOTH found themselves sleeping peacefully that night.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Stan had come up sometime around midnight. He pulled up a rusty old lawn chair from the bowels of the attic storage, parked himself just outside the kids' bedroom door, and stayed there - occasionally nodding off, but never for long - until he'd heard them begin to stir early the next morning. He then made a break for it as soon as he knew that all was as well as it could possibly be.

Though he still had quite a bad cold, Dipper was at least much less feverish when he woke up the next morning. Mabel was immensely relieved and glad to see him feeling at least a little bit better - and Stan would never admit it out loud, but so was he.

Since Dipper was still confined to bed, Mabel's nurse duties continued well into that afternoon. Whenever she came to visit him, Dipper noticed that she wasn't her usual hyperactive self - in fact, she was being...oddly quiet that morning - but he immediately determined the reason why, or so he thought. He'd found himself in an odd state of mental exhaustion since he and Mabel had returned from their mindscape battle victorious, and he figured that his sister was feeling the same sort of fatigue.

At some point, Dipper drifted off to sleep in spite of himself. The next thing he knew, he was brought out of his impromptu nap by a strange sound - a sound that gave him a bad feeling, though he...honestly wasn't quite sure what the noise was at first. He'd only half-heard it.

Had...had he just heard a cat sneeze?

"Huh...wha...?" he mumbled out as he rolled over. "Mabel...did you say something?" He coughed and picked up his watch so he could check the time. It was nearly suppertime, to his dismay. "Aw, seriously? I slept all day?"

Mabel was seated on her bed, working on gluing bits and bobs to various pages of her beloved scrapbook, as she often did on quiet afternoons and rainy days. "Naww...i-it's okay, bro-bro," she reassured him quietly...though Dipper quickly noticed that she didn't sound quite like herself. "You need all the sleep...you can..." Her sentence was cut off when she sneezed again. She quickly hid her discomfort, not paying it any mind, but she could tell by the way her brother was looking at her that he'd seen her. "W-what? Why're you lookin' at me like that?" She laughed nervously.

Dipper sat up. Something was up, alright. She looked paler than he did, and just as flushed to boot. "Mabel...? Are you okay?"

"...Oh, no," she muttered to herself. It wasn't until then that Mabel fully realized what had happened. At least, she hadn't admitted it to herself until then. "Okay, Dipper...I think maybe I got sick, too.." Having admitted defeat, she groaned and plopped down on her bed.

"...Uh-oh."

'So that's what's going on. Should've known when SHE started being QUIET,' Dipper thought to himself.

He wrapped himself up in his blanket, walked over to Mabel's bed, sat beside her, and put a hand to her forehead. Sure enough..."Aw, no, you're burning up!"

Mabel frowned at the discovery. "Yeah...I feel pretty darn sick..." She began to cough, and she sounded quite awful. "H-how are you feeling?"

Dipper winced a little at the sound of her. "Pff, don't worry about me; I'm..." He sneezed. "Fine." He certainly wasn't fine yet, by any stretch of the imagination, but he was much more concerned about Mabel's well-being at that moment. He handed her the box of tissues that had been sitting beside him. "How long have you been feeling like this? How come you didn't tell me?"

Mabel grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. "N-not too long..." She had actually felt herself coming down with something longer than she liked to admit. "I just...didn't want you to get worried while YOU'RE getting better...you know?"

"Aw, sis..." Dipper sighed. "It means a heck of a lot that you've been taking care of me. I really appreciate it. But just...don't forget to take care of yourself, too. You definitely don't want to end up feeling as awful as I felt yesterday. Okay?" He gave her a caring smile.

Mabel smiled back a little and nodded in response. Sometimes, it was almost as if he took the role of a protective older brother rather than a twin.

"Don't worry. We'll get you fixed up. It's my turn to help YOU out. One sec..." Dipper then got up and tried to call down the stairs for their grunkle. That very quickly turned out to be a mistake, for the fire in his throat began to burn twice as much, and it induced another coughing fit.

"SHHH, careful!" Mabel whisper-yelled to him, sounding worried. "You're still sick too, goofus!"

"Wha- what's that now?" Stan hollered back from downstairs, not having heard clearly. "Dipper? That you? What're you doin' yellin', kid? You're gonna bust your voicebox or somethin', and I'm not bein' held responsible for that..." he called up the stairs as he approached the attic. His head soon peeked through the doorway. "Y'okay?"

"I'm about the same as before; don't worry," Dipper replied, sniffling. "Mabel, on the other hand..."

"Hi, Grunkle Stan." Her voice cracked a bit - something that usually only Dipper's voice did - and she cleared her throat.

Stan raised an eyebrow in concern. He could instantly see that she didn't feel well and began to worry when he saw that clearing her throat caused it to ache. "Mabel...c'mere, sweetie." He put a hand to her head - "Aw, jeez..." - and immediately went to see if he had a second thermometer handy, one he hadn't already used on his nephew. Dipper stayed beside her with a comforting hand on her shoulder as she waited.

It wasn't long before the thermometer beeped and decided to be the bearer of bad news. 100 degrees even. Stan sighed. "Well, that's not good."

"Aw, man..." Mabel frowned.

Stan took a deep breath, then came out with an idea. "...Alrighty. That's it. The two of yas, grab your blankets and pillows and...pigs and what have ya. You're comin' downstairs," he announced. "At least y'can...y'know, watch TV down there." The real reason he wanted them downstairs was so he could keep a closer eye on them both, but he dared not say it.

Dipper put a hand to his head, but smiled a little anyway. "Sounds like a plan to me." He quickly grabbed his blanket and pillow.

Mabel followed suit, wrapping both herself and Waddles up in her blanket. "I'm ready!" she proclaimed softly with a sniffle.

"All good? M'kay. Here we go..." Stan picked his niblings up and draped one of them over each of his shoulders. "All aboard the Stan Train!"

Very, very carefully, Stan carried them down the stairs. The twins used his shoulders as head rests and felt warm and safe in their grunkle's strong arms. He found himself a bit sore by the time he arrived in the living room, but didn't say so, and honestly, he didn't mind.

"Next stop...couch." He gently plopped them both - and Waddles - down.

The kids smiled. "Thanks, Grunkle Stan."

"Yeah, yeah. It's nothin'." Stan brushed it off, but he smiled a little himself. "Now don'tcha move a muscle. I'll be right back." Off he went to fetch supplies for them both.

Mabel tried to help Dipper bundle himself, but he took it upon himself to help her bundle herself up first instead. "You okay?" he whispered, trying not to strain his voice anymore.

Mabel coughed. "I've been better...but I'm okay." She snuggled Waddles close to her for comfort.

Dipper gave her a little side hug. "Yeah. Sorry that I...got you sick..." Then, the twins ended up sneezing in unison, which they couldn't help but snicker at.

"It's okay...I think I would've gotten sick anyways." Mabel returned the side hug. "I liked taking care of you - it was fun! So...I don't mind," she said softly with a shrug.

Dipper smiled warmly at his sister's kindness, glad to have her by his side.

Suddenly, the twins heard talking outside the door to the living room.

"OUT."

"Aw, come on, man-" "But Mr. Pines-"

"No 'buts' except yours away from this door. This area's been quarantined. Now OUT, b'fore I sic the CDC on yas both!"

As the old door creaked open and Stan stepped through, the twins could see Soos and Wendy squeeze their faces through the opening as fast as they could, determined to get their message across.

"Aw, man...get better, dudes!" Soos called through the door, his voice muffled from squishing in between the door and the wall.

"Feel better, guys! We'll sneak stuff in to you later when Stan's not looking!" Wendy managed to yell to them just before - 'click' - Stan shut the door on them.

Dipper and Mabel couldn't help but giggle at their antics. "Bye, guys," the twins called back quietly, hoping the two of them could hear.

Stan dropped tissues and other such supplies on the coffee table with a sigh. "Alright...you knuckleheads both need meds, and I'm makin' soup. And later, I...may or may not be able to...spare some ice cream." He grinned.

Mabel gasped and smiled. "Yes! Ice cream!" she cheered softly before sneezing.

"Bless you," Dipper said...and then promptly sneezed himself.

Stan ruffled the kids' hair affectionately. "Consider yourselves lucky. I don't go sharin' my stash with just anyone, y'know!" He chuckled a little as he disappeared into the kitchen. He peeked back through the kitchen door, for just a second, to make sure they'd gotten settled before getting to work.

Later on that evening, after the little family had sat down together for ice cream and a movie, Stan unraveled himself from the blanket pile on the couch and left the room for just a minute to grab some coffee. When he came back...

"Hey, kiddos, it's gettin' late...whaddya say we-" He stopped as soon as he saw the kids and smiled warmly. "Ha...wouldja look at this..."

The sight before him was too adorable for words. Dipper and Mabel were fast asleep, leaning on each other for support. Waddles had stretched himself across both of their laps, as if he was determined to guard them as they slept.

Stan chuckled - not only because the sight of the twins sleeping was so sweet, but also because he found his mind wandering to the happier days of his youth. Distant and bittersweet as they now were, he remembered them fondly just then, as if they had only occurred a few days prior. Those were treasured days, worth their weight in gold, where, even if sickness kinda killed a fun weekend, it wasn't as bad when there was a good friend to keep you company.

He silently debated whether or not to move the kids upstairs and soon decided against it entirely. "Eh...just let 'em sleep, Stan," he mumbled to himself. "They're comfortable where they are. No use disturbin' 'em both."

He was about to turn the TV off and depart for his bedroom, but he hesitated. He just couldn't bring himself to leave the kids alone. So, he just sat on the opposite end of the couch - gently, so as not to wake them.

Just as he went to check the kids' foreheads, Mabel suddenly coughed a bit in her sleep, rolled over, and hugged Stan's arm. Dipper murmured something in his sleep, and his head fell over onto Mabel's shoulder.

"Awwww..." Stan put his arm around Mabel. "Sweet dreams, pumpkin." He slowly reached his arm over Mabel's head and ruffled Dipper's hair. "G'night to you too, kiddo."

Mabel smiled in her sleep, as if the message had gotten to her regardless of her slumber. Dipper did as well and wrapped one arm around Waddles, who oinked happily in response and went back to piggy-snoring.

Stan kept his arm around the kids for the rest of the night. He had had no intention of falling asleep, but the cuddle pile had a rather soothing effect, and so he soon joined his niblings in slumberland in spite of himself.

In another couple days, to Stan's relief, Dipper and Mabel bounced back from their colds completely. Almost immediately, the tween sleuths were back to exploring the gigantic oddity that was Gravity Falls, where countless other summer adventures - and misadventures - awaited them...somewhere in the woods...

the end

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