#can we call this ship Mill

[tachvintlogic]

The Pitstop

It was a normal day at the Justice League Watchtower Satellite. Heroes were milling about, Batman was monitoring Earth from the deck, there was an astronaut tapping on the glass, Flash was joking with Martian Manhunter...

What, what was that 3rd thing?

Batman looked up and saw in front of his view of Earth was an astronaut, wearing NASA's latest suit design. He stood up which alerted Flash and Martian Manhunter to the strange sight.

He tensed as the astronaut began to phase through the walls and entered the deck. Batman was able to activate the intruder alarm when the astronaut removed their helmet.

The astronaut was a caucasian male approximately in his early forties. There were bags under his blue eyes like many of his own cohorts, and he had black hair as well.

"We need to dock."

"Excuse me?"

"Who are you?" asked Martian Manhunter.

The astronaut's face brightened immediately upon noticing Martian Manhunter. "Oh! I'm part of the manned Mars mission! We just launched and were on our way, but something is making a weird noise, and we don't know what it is. Since we're so close, can we just dock one of your garages so we can figure out what it is and fix it?"

Batman recalled that NASA had launched less than a few hours ago.

"How did you get through the glass?" asked Flash.

"I'm the token metahuman crewmember. So can we dock or not?"

"Of course," said Martian Manhunter, looking at Batman. And what was Batman supposed to say? No?

In the parking garage, Martian Manhunter was talking the other crewmembers while the Watchtower's engineers and the metahuman astronaut, who they learned was named Danny Fenton, inspected the space shuttle and tried to figure out what was making the strange noise.

Batman watched from the sidelines as the others bustled about. They had been at it for an hour, and Batman wondered if he should ask Tim to come by and help. He had informed Tim of the development while the astronauts were docking. After all, he had been involved in some of the designs of this particular spacecraft that were done by Wayne Aerospace.

He was doubtful that Tim could help that much. After all, in all likelihood it wasn't something he designed that was the problem.

Then, one of the engineers fiddled with something and Batman suddenly heard loud rattling.

A crewmember who was listening to Martian Manhunter startled and their eyes widened. "That's it! That's the sound!"

"What it that?" asked Batman.

The engineer pulled out a piece of equipment that had the Wayne Enterprise logo on it. "This module is broken," she said, "it could be repaired but honestly," she inhaled sharply, "this thing is a hot mess."

Mr. Fenton jumped and landed on the ship like the artificial gravity didn't affect him. When he saw the logo on the broken equipment, he shook his fist at the sky.

"Of course it's something by Wayne Industries! We give them half our budget hoping they're share some cool alien inspired technology like whatever they did to build this satellite and instead we get half-assed garbage!"

Batman made a point to not share the latest gadgets with the US government (he didn't trust them), but he wouldn't call their products that weren't built using alien tech garbage. That seemed a little harsh.

"Seriously, was the person who designed this sleep-deprived when they made this?" Suddenly Batman found the walls and floor to be incredibly interesting and looked away.

"Oh that's par for the course when it comes to the stuff they give us."

"I am so sorry."

As they discussed how to improvise a replacement for the equipment quickly enough to avoid drastically altering the astronaut's flight path, Batman got a text from Tim.

So I'm free now. Did the astronauts figure out what was wrong or do they need me? - RR

He texted back.

They figured it out. The engineers have it handled. - B

#dpxdc #astronaut danny #tach's ficlets #tach's fics #I'm so mean to the dc characters

[ssaeri]

we fall to ashes

☆ tags: alex x gn!reader, he finds something that he never expected to see on your farm, this was going to be angst with an angst ending, but then my sister begged me to not write a sad ending, so have this relieving happy ending instead, LOTS of alex spoilers! ☆

Alex stretches his arms over his head and breathes in deep. In the distance, he hears chickens screaming—a sure sign that he's getting closer to your farm. The walk from his house isn't short, but while his grandparents would complain about the distance, he finds it ideal for cooling down after his harder work-outs. And he gets to see you at the end? He'd say that's a winner winner chicken dinner situation...out of earshot from your coop, at least.

"Hey there! Evelyn's boy!" Pam calls from his right.

He slows to a stop and waves. She sits in the driver seat of her newly repaired bus, window fully open, and takes another swig from her Joja Cola. Immediately, her face scrunches.

"Mornin', Pam!" he yells back. "How's that alcohol detox going for you?"

"Awful." She smacks her lips and holds the can up to her eyes, searching the ingredients for what makes it so fucking nasty. You often joke that it's the bitter taste of capitalism. "I could go for something stronger in this heat. You think the farmer has an extra glass of pale ale?"

Alex's smile tightens. Ever since Pam and Penny's trailer turned into an actual house, Pam's been doing her best to break old habits and he's glad for it—he can finally walk by her without the reflexive gag and hurried steps. You telling me I stink? she used to ask, angry in her drunken stupor, until she remembered why he showed up on his grandparents' steps nearly two decades ago.

She must read it in his expression now because she waves him off with a roll of her eyes. "I'm kidding, kid. Tell 'em I said hi. They're the only one who takes this damn bus anyway. I might as well take a nap." She slides sunglasses onto her face and reclines her chair until he can't see her anymore. "If I'm still here by the time you go home, wake me up."

Classic Pam, he thinks as he continues to your farm. Your dog is already running from the front door to greet him, panting and barking and disturbing your horse's peace.

"Come on, buddy," he laughs, shooing your dog until he can push open the gate. "I was supposed to surprise them."

Alex scratches your horse's ear as he passes its stable. Grape vines twist and sag on the trellises you've set up for the season, the structures nearly bursting with fruit, and he makes a mental note to stop by tomorrow to help with the harvesting. Maybe it could substitute for a work-out. He's helped you ship boxes of produce before and wondered how ripped he'd be after a month of your lifestyle. Between the trellises, the melons are just starting to come in. He doesn't know how long it takes for them to ripen, only that they taste really good when you drop off a basket for his grandma.

He calls out your name. Not in the fields, not in the pasture. Your new greenhouse, maybe? You were muttering something about ancient fruit last night. Or the mushroom cave, something he still can't believe is a feature on your farm. If Demetrius could add that, maybe Alex could talk you into installing an outdoor lifting station.

He walks past your workbench and active machines...

...and walks backwards again, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him. Crystalariums reproducing diamonds to sell, charcoal kilns working double time for enough coal, bone mills churning out fertilizer, geode crushers crunching rocks into pebbles, furnaces roaring as they smelt ores into bars—and right on top of the furthest furnace sits a wrapped bundle he's only seen in his (second to) worst nightmares.

He hears your content humming now, somewhere in the main farmhouse. Under normal circumstances, he would've called it cute, but the sound rings mockingly in his ears as he approaches the darkened flowers. A wilted bouquet. Fuck.

.

.

"Oh, hey there!" Alex called out as you got closer. He tossed his ever-present gridball into the air. "You here to catch fish again? I think you can find salmon in the river this time of year. At least that's what I heard."

Once you came to a stop in front of him, you shook your head, hands still behind your back. "I'm not fishing today," you said. "I actually wanted to give you something."

"Yeah?" His lips quirked into a grin. Another toss into the air. "Wouldn't happen to be a Salmon Dinner with extra lemon, would it? Those are one of my favorites, but I can never catch any salmon myself. Another egg would be cool, too. I've been adding your weekly deliveries to my workout meals."

You only shifted from one foot to the other, unable to take your eyes off his shoes, and a part of him faltered. You weren't intimidated by him, were you? Ever since you found him crying on the beach, he had been a little more flirtatious than usual, layering on the teasing and showing off. Maybe he came on too strong. Haley always told him that subtlety wasn't his strong suit. The grip on his gridball changed as he tossed it higher.

"You okay there? Did I do something...wait, this is—ow!"

The ball bounced off his head and landed in the grass, but he couldn't care less. He pointed to the bouquet in your hands. Not a regular bouquet, but the Bouquet made to order by Pierre. In a place as small as Pelican Town, there was no need for Pierre to have it in constant stock, so when the signature blooms made the rare appearance, they attracted everyone's eyes.

"...you want to get more serious?" he asked, incredulous.

Something in your expression changed, and you drew the flowers back to your chest. "Oh, sorry, did you not?" You gave him a wide smile, already stepping away. "I must've read the signs wrong. My mistake."

"No! That's not—I mean, you read the signs correctly. I, uh, I feel the same way." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face flush. "So I guess we're together now? Should I be asking you out on a date or something? Or wait, are you asking me out on a date? How does this work?"

You laughed, a genuine sound this time. "We can continue the way we were before."

And so you did, but some things changed for sure. He could hold your hand now as you ran errands around the town, carrying half of the gifts you handed out to the townspeople. He could kiss you goodbye at his door in the evenings, though George cleared his throat loudly every time. Alex remembered making some snide comment about his grandpa, who yelled out a gruff I heard that! before being shushed by Evelyn. When It Howls in the Rain was being shown at the town theater, you bribed him to a screening with the promise of Stardrop Sorbet, but as much as he loved the treat, he would've gone anyway—it was one of his favorite movies with one of his favorite people. Good thing he'd seen it before because he spent most of the time staring at your side profile, wondering when he could finally go pro and have you stare at him on a screen.

.

.

Your dog nips at his fingers. He pets it absently. He thought everything was going fine between the two of you. Just yesterday, you came over and had dinner with him and his grandparents. You told them about your mining adventures in the Skull Caverns and, to his horror, showed off your old stitches from Harvey. (George chided your reckless behavior and gave old-timey advice that you nodded along to.) You talked about the new farm you're setting up at Ginger Island—Ancient Fruit wine all year! you told them excitedly. It's a farmer's heaven!—and the Beach Resort you're trying to restore. (Evelyn hummed at your energy, asking rapid-fire questions about the flora there.) You even promised to bring over a season's worth of eggs and leeks as soon as you got your hands on them. (Alex's mind flashed to the old mariner and the mermaid's pendant he could see hanging around your neck in the future.)

So why is a wilted bouquet sitting here, right on top of your furnaces?

No point in guessing when he can just find out the answer right from the source. He takes the flowers and goes to your door, knocking twice. It opens before he has time to second guess his choice.

"Alex! I didn't know you were coming over," you say, beaming at him. He wants to immortalize this version of you: face full of dirt smudges and t-shirt collar soaked through with sweat, yet glowing in your element. Until your eyes drop to his hands. "Oh, that's..."

He sets his jaw. "Can I come in and talk?"

Your expression falters further at his cold tone, but you step back and lead him to the living room. Your dog trots in and settles by the TV, head on its paws, watching with blank eyes. Alex sits in his usual spot and you yours, and suddenly he hates how familiar he is with your space.

It's still silent.

You clear your throat. "So," you start, wiping your palms on your jeans. A nervous tick he knows well. "What did you want to talk about?"

He puts the bouquet on the coffee table between you.

"Right." You pause, likely waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't say anything. "Alex, can you at least be less mean about this? I feel like you owe me that much after all this time together." He says nothing. "Like, tell me what's wrong instead of sitting here stone-faced. Things were okay. Why are you breaking up with me—"

"Why am I breaking up with you?" He barks a laugh. "Baby, I found this outside on your furnace! I'm not going to beg for you to stay, but what the hell is this?"

Your forehead furrows. "What? I wouldn't."

"If it's not yours and it's not mine, then whose is it?"

"I don't know! Alex, I wouldn't—I never even thought about breaking up," you insist. "Why would I lie about that?"

After scrutinizing your stricken expression, his relief comes in waves. He sinks into your couch, hands rubbing at his face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just—" He laughs again, the sound mostly air. "Yoba, that scared me. If someone left this here as a prank, I'm hunting them down tonight." He lifts his head to look at you and opens his arms. "Can you come over here?"

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm gross."

"You could be playing in mud with your pigs, and I'd still jump in."

With a roll of your eyes, you hop over to curl into his side and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You stink, but so does he after a good workout. Now that he thinks about it, he's still in his gym clothes.

"You scared me, too," you tell him, gaze trained on the table. "Not the best thing to see on a Friday afternoon. But now I want to know whose this is. Did you check it for clues?"

"Didn't bother. Thought it was yours." His arm around your waist tightens as you lean forward. "Does it matter?"

But that doesn't stop you. You have the bouquet in your lap now, prying at the blackened ribbon and wrapping. "Look at this," you say, holding it between two fingers. "The ribbon isn't blue, and Pierre always uses blue. The wrap is pretty much disintegrated, but this corner—he always puts his store brand." You suck in a breath. "Oh, duh! Where did you say you found this?"

"The furnaces right outside by the workbench."

"Okay, so mystery solved. This is mine, but not in the way you think."

He raises an eyebrow. "Explain. Don't say you're breaking up with a secret partner because I don't think I can handle a second shock right now."

"I made a wildflower bouquet to put on Grandpa's grave a few days ago, but I totally forgot where I put it, so I made a second one. This one must've been the one I misplaced."

He blinks. "How the hell did you not notice it since?"

"I came back from Ginger Island yesterday and went to sleep right after dinner! The flowers must've wilted from the furnace heat."

"You," he says slowly, pinching your cheek and ignoring your squeak, "are the absolute worst. I can't believe you nearly broke my heart and it turned out to be a whoopsie."

#stardew x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #sdv alex x reader #stardew x farmer #stardew valley x farmer #sdv x farmer #sdv alex x farmer #stardew valley scenarios #sdv scenarios #sdv alex scenarios #stardew scenarios #saeri writes;

[abbonation]

Kinktober Day #9, Din Djarin

WOOOOOO!!!! The largely uninspired Abbo returns with a 2.3k cockwarming fic 😍😍 literally unheard of! Any whoosies, yeah. It's hot, it's explicit, what else do we want from Kinktober, anyway?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY!!! Cockwarming, AFAB!Fem!Reader with little (Or a lot ;) of chub <3) the crest DIDN'T DIE,

He had tried to restrain himself, he really had, but when he watched your eyes as you lowered your robes down your shoulders and onto the cold floor of his ship, he knew this wouldn’t last long.

You’d traveled in the Crest with him while he was without Grogu and then became somewhat of a caretaker to him when he returned from training with Luke. You had seen the very near destruction of Crest on Tython and, now, you were all back together again; living and traveling through space on the never-ending journey that was his life. 

Through the nearly two years of close proximity, you had grown close. He knew your quirks and you had grown accustomed to his- and, despite his best efforts, he had developed rather intense feelings for you. Never acted upon, never spoken of but you had to know. By the way your look lingered on him both in and out of battle. By the way your head turned when he talked with others, it felt like you were two magnets hovering against the others’ pull, never close enough to click together.

Then, you encountered a beast that the local planet-dwellers later told you was called a Boma. He knew you shouldn’t have gone separately but he really needed some time to be alone and splitting up under the guise of catching your quarry faster would allow him time to do what he needed to keep his sanity. You agreed to meet back at the Crest before sundown and use the comms only when necessary to conserve their power- however, when he hadn’t heard from you and started to notice the darkening sky, he worried. 

“Hey- you okay? On your way to the Crest yet?” 

"—"

After a few moments of silence, he tries again, “Are you there? It’s gonna be really dark here really soon.” 

A shrill scratching sound chirps through the speaker on the comm and, instantly, he knows he needs to find you. When he does though, after racing back to the Crest and turning around to follow your trail instead of his, it’s been nearly an hour and he finds you walking towards him, pulling behind you a creature nearly the size of yourself.

He jogs over shouting, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Well, I guess I can tell you the whole tale. If you’ll carry this thing the rest of the way,” You smile and shrug up at him and he feels his stomach clench as he realizes just how anxious he’d been to find you, and how much better he feels now that you’re here.

-

“So it just ran up to your legs, smelled your cape, and started attacking?”

“That’s what I said, right?” You deadpan. 

“Why would it wait to attack you until it could smell you?” 

“Mando, I don’t know, can we just get some food and get back to the ship, my ankle fucking hurts from where I fell.”

In the small town is where you learned of the nature of these “Boma” . They were just your run of the mill beast, but apparently they had a real liking for eating Mandalorians. 

“Well, at least I know it wasn’t my stench that he didn’t like,” you joked to him over your dinner. 

“We’d better get back though, I’m… really tired.” You had this look in your eye though. One like you weren’t very tired at all. One like how you look right after battle.

So you thanked the bartender and made your way back to the Crest, confirming Grogu’s safety in his pram and fixing a couple glasses of Ne'tra gal for you and your Mando. He swallowed and tried to shove down the one thought in his brain since dinner. You smelled like him. 

“Thanks for trying to save me. Even if I didn’t need your help.” You hand over his glass and sit on a crate across from him in the hold. 

“I just didn’t hear you respond to my comm, I was worried,” He looks at the bottom of his cup. 

“Yeah well, this bad boy here had my back,” You lightly tap your thigh a couple times where your knife sheath lies and his eyes zero in on the spot as he moves up his helm slightly to sip. 

“I- know you can handle yourself. I just-” He trails off. 

“You just what?”

“.. I just want you to be- protected.. From everything.”

You smile gently at his visor and he can feel his cheeks heating at your stare. 

“You know that’s not possible, Din.” 

He wishes he could show you the power you hold over him. He has to look away from your eyes when you say his name. 

“Have I,” You swallow and steel yourself, “Have I ever shown you any of my scars, Mando?”

He looks up again, your face looks different now. You look more.. hungry?

The ale in your blood and food in your belly fuels your courage and you stand from your crate, walking over to stand in front of the Mandalorian. You place your hands on his shoulders and bend your knee up and place your foot on the ledge of the crate he sits on, inches from where his dick is imprinted into the fabric of his flight suit. 

He says your name and looks up at your face, “I- what are you-”

“Do you want to see, Din?”

He realizes then, you feel it too. He’s been so blind and his head swims at the confirmation of this.

“Yes, show me.. please,” He places a gloved hand at your ankle under the hem of your robe and begins moving it up your calf. 

You press on his shoulder to stop his hand and raise the hem of your robes up to right above your knee, down the skin right in front of his visor runs a jagged line of skin thicker than the rest. 

“This one I received when I killed a man who was trying to stop me from leaving his bed.” Din swallows and looks at your face, he’s speechless.

You move your hands to pull the hem higher and stop again, right above your knife sheath, so that the fabric is caught in the crux where your thigh meets your hip and is tucked under your belly. 

“These are from a cat on my home planet,” What looks like little claw marks blossom from the side of your thigh. He moves his thumb up to brush over them, and you smile at the memory of your friend from home. 

“And, Din,” You step down from the crate and stand between his open legs. He’s aching to touch you now. Running his palms up and down his thighs to avoid doing something he’d regret. You move your fingers up to the buttons at your neck that fasten the robe to your body and unbutton each one carefully, taking deep breaths, “These will be a different type of scar. Ones on the inside, ones I won’t soon forget.” You drop your robe to reveal your body to him, your underwear the only remaining coverage. Din sucks in an audible breath from the vocoder and stands from his spot. 

He chokes out your name, backing you over to the wall next to his sleeping quarters. “Do you know what you’re doing? Do you want this? If we do this, things will be different.”

“I know that- I want them to be,” You lean up to whisper into his ear. “You think I can’t hear you in your bed nearly every night. Rubbing yourself raw at the thought of me- of this?” You place your hand where his thighs join and he buckles, dropping his helmet down to your own shoulder and thrusting his hips into your palm. You reach your other hand from where it toys with the curls that peek out from under his helmet to cup his ass, pushing his hips forward into you. 

“Please,” He moans. 

You turn to his bed and pull yourself inside, moving backward into the dark space. “You liked that the creature smelled you on me, huh?” You chide him. He stands at the threshold as if deciding whether to make the leap. To change his life forever. 

“You wanted to come save me from it yourself so something would know I belong to you, right?” He leans forward into his room, hands resting on the top wall, tent in his pants more than obvious now. 

“Or were you just too busy jacking that cock in the forest to notice anything?” 

The choice is out of his hands now, he’s not acting of his own volition. He kicks off his boots and crawls in above you, quickly closing the door and locking you both into silent darkness. 

When he continues to say nothing even as you hear the ruffling of clothes and sheets as he arranges himself you whisper out, “Din?” 

From mere inches above you, you feel his breath fan down on your face and realize he’s removed his helmet, his hand moves over your belly, between the space where your breasts splay out and up to cup your throat. “Yes?”

You shudder at his unfiltered speech. “Do you- are you-” Suddenly you’re the one at a loss for words when he leans his forehead to rest on yours, and runs the hand that was holding you down your side to your thigh. 

“I did like that you smelled like me. I really liked it.” He punctuates his words with a thrust into your belly. 

“I want to lay you in this bed and fuck you every day so that you never stop smelling like me.” Another thrust. “Would you like that, sweet girl? Would you like to lay here and be my cock sleeve? Just for me to use whenever I want?” You’ve never heard someone speak to you like this, much less the ever-reserved Mandalorian, you’re shocked into silence by his tongue and he continues. 

He moves your legs to open for him and you reach down to stroke over his thighs where he kneels above you. He groans at your touch, “So sensitive, Din. C’mere.” He moves down to lay his lips on yours, he gets more comfortable the longer you lick and nip at each other, and he keens when you run your hands up over his scalp and give his hair a very light tug, 

“Oh, please, do that again, mesh’la,” You continue running your fingers through his hair and move to lick up the column up his throat. His noises are free-flowing now, heavy breathing floating through the air in his bunk. 

He lifts his head to make room between you and presses his crotch into your clothed pussy. You can feel your arousal making your underwear slick against your entrance, and clench to thrust up against his stiff dick. 

“Fuck, that's- that’s perfect, sweet girl.” He does it again, setting you into a rhythm of humping while he rubs over your tits, rubbing your nipples between his fingers when you show him that’s what you like. 

“Fuck Din, you feel so good,” You moan out to him and his hips stutter, “I’ll cum if we don’t stop, I- want you to feel good too-” So you slow your movements and move to push down your underwear, “Take off your pants Din, we’re gonna start slow, okay?” 

You maneuver to be on top and line his cock up at your puffy entrance. “Do you feel that, Din? How, mmm, how wet you’ve made me?” 

“Y-yes, I’m so hard for you,” He moans out. 

You rub your clit with his tip a few times and notch his head just inside “I don’t wanna come yet-” he huffs into your ear.

“You won’t, I’m gonna slip down and then we’re gonna get you used to me, okay?” 

A deep rumble leaves him when you start to slide down his thick length, stopping when your clit rubs into his pubic hair. “Jesus, Din- you’re.. fuckin’ big” You flutter around him unintentionally and he thrusts against you, holding onto your lush hips. 

You lay down over him and he roves his hands over your back, resting one against the back of your head and the other ghosting over your ass. 

“Can we just stay like this for a minute?” He asks.

“We can do this as long as you need,” You tell him, reveling in the way his pubic bone bumps against the hood of your clit. He stretches your walls deep, which you can’t say you didn’t expect- but to know you were right feels good. You sit up some when he pulls his feet up the cot, giving you room to lean back against the top of his thighs, and, with him still inside you ghost your fingers down over your breasts and belly to tease over your cunt. 

“Are you touching yourself?” Din questions. 

You clench at his voice, “Yes, Din. I’m– gonna rub my clit until I come around your cock and then you’re gonna come too, okay?” Your voice is much more high pitched and your usual level-headedness has obviously gone.

“Fuck, I wish I could see you, your tits bouncing in my face,” you feel his cock twitch inside you and rub two fingers around your clit, working up speed. 

“You wanna watch my face when I cum, huh, Din? Wanna see me give in to your pleasure?” 

“Ngh fuck yes, that's all I want, my sweet girl, my mesh’la.” He’s grasping at the sheets of his cot now, desperately thrusting up into your cunt. 

“Mm, fuck, are you ready?” You whine out as you feel your walls start to flutter from the stimulation, “Are you ready to come for me, sweet boy?” 

“Oh fuuuck, yes I’m gonna- I’m-” And he does. He pushes your hips down onto his cock to keep you still as he empties inside you, limply thrusting for another few seconds as you come down. 

You move to get off his cock and he holds you still again, so you opt to just lay back down on his chest resting your face next to his. 

“Can we just.. stay like this for a while?” You can hear the smile in his question. 

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x reader smut #din djarin one shot #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandaloria/reader #one shot #kinktober #mandalorian smut #din djarin smut #x reader fanfic #reader insert #plus size reader #chubby reader #spankbank

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey bitchessss here's chapter 3!@#$%^ Don't expect a full come-back. I'm just high asf rn and wanted to write this small chapter for you pookies<33

Chapter 3: I’m a Troubled Teen (Going Up North to be a Lady-In-Waiting)

Many years ago

The Enchanted Forest

“Your highness, the King and Queen request your presence.”

Oh, God.

It was never good when your parents “requested your presence”. Most of the time it meant you had done something wrong. The last time this had happened, you had jumped off the side of a royal navy ship in your underclothes and satin slippers. 

You shut your book and set it down on the side table in the library, standing up and dragging your feet as you followed one of the advisors. When you approached the door to the “good parlor”, as your mother called it, he knocked three times. You thanked him and after he shut the door a tense air thickened around you.

Your brother, Eric, sat at a chess table with your father while your mother sat by herself in the loveseat practicing her embroidery. 

“What?” you said.

Your mother smiled. “We just wanted to know where you were.”

You looked around awkwardly. “I was in the library…Why did you ask for me?”

“We wanted to spend time with you,” your father said. “It feels like we haven’t seen you in ages!”

“What’s the real reason you asked me here?” you asked.

Still partaking in her embroidery, your mother smiled and looked up at you from the sofa. “We have some news…You remember King Leopold, right?” 

“Sort of.”

“Well,” your mother said, continuing, “his wife, Queen Regina, is looking for a new lady-in-waiting…and they’ve asked for you.”

Your stomach sank. “What?”

“It’ll give you a chance to observe how a kingdom runs,” your father said. “And, it forms an alliance between King Leopold and our kingdom.”

“But–But, Eric is next in line!” you protested. “Shouldn’t he be doing the observing? He’s going to be ruling this kingdom within the next few decades, but instead he’s out on a ship sailing a–”

“Enough!” your father shouted. “This decision is final! The ship sets sail in a fortnight. Queen Regina, King Leopold, and Princess Snow are already expecting your arrival. I won’t hear any more protests from you. It’s time you learn some responsibility and this is the best way to do it.”

__________

Present Day

Storybrooke

You knocked softly on the door to Regina’s home. Waiting a moment, you glanced over to see a sliver of her finger parting the fabric curtain in the front window, just in time to see it quickly close again.

The deadbolt in the door clicked and the door cracked open slowly.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

Regina seemed stand-offish. When the door opened further, you could see it in her eyes that she had been crying.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

She nodded and let you in. You had only been in her home a handful of times–mostly dropping off Henry after school–but it was still as beautiful as you remembered. Instead of admiring the dark hardwoods and the tall ceilings, you focused on her–and now you were admiring much more.

There were still tears in her eyes and wrinkles sat scattered over her navy pantsuit. Everything was becoming so clear in this short amount of time–every dream, every vision, the vague images of your parents in your head. A part of you wanted to yell at her. She took so much from you, but, god, it was hard to be mad at her.

“Um, Regina,” you murmured when she closed the door. “I just wanted to say–”

And there was that feeling–her lips. They encased yours so perfectly. You could feel her strong hands grasp your biceps as you leaned into the kiss. You took a few steps back, bracing yourself against the wall when Regina pulled away. “What?” she huffed. “You wanted to say what?”

You searched her eyes. “Nothing, it can wait for later,” you said, grasping at her shoulders as your lips met again for the first time in 28 years.

#regina mills x reader #regina mills #lana parrilla #once upon a time

[ladytabletop]

have you done a d10 list of weird boats/ships before?

There are rings for oars, you think, but no oars aboard. There is a mast for sails, you think, but no sails to be seen. Still, the ship seems to be propelled forward, guided by unseen force despite its bare decks, devoid of crew and cargo alike.

The spiderwebbed rigging is the product of the arachnid that sits where you imagined the crow's nest should be. "It's her ship," the crew whispers, "we go where she bids. Her brood is in the hold."

The whole thing is made of glass, from bow to stern. You can see straight through down to the water beneath the hull. It's unsettling; moreso when you spot the shark-like creatures keeping pace with the vessel.

It's carved of teak, of all things. The shipwright was a demigod, they say, from a time when trees grew large enough for a ship to be carved whole from a branch - not even a trunk, a branch! No telling how long she's been asea, but she never wants for crew. Many a sailor would give up their greatest treasures to sail on her decks.

The flag it flies is known to no man. If you look away too long, its colors have changed again. It otherwise appears ordinary. But time goes a bit wobbly when that flag changes, the crew claims.

The churning turbines on its underside were torn from conquered mills. They kick up the silty riverbottom and leave whirlpools in the ship's wake. Its masts were the grists, the poles that did the turning, and its sails are flour sacks sewn together. What cause does a miller have to take to the water?

You'd never met a ship with a mindwright before, but that's what they seem to call the man in the brig. He could be sleeping, you think, but it is his will and his will alone tethering this ship to reality. By all rights it shouldn't exist: a hulk of bone and rot from a creature long-dead. The brig is to keep things out, not to keep him in, for if he is disturbed, the whole vessel will go to the drown.

Ebbs and flows, waves and still waters: the ship contains them all. You're unsure of the magic animating it, but you can walk on the deck and pull a line and turn the wheel just as you would on a mundane boat, albeit with wet hands and feet. The dampness chills your very bones.

Chains writhe around the hull with a horrible grinding cacophony. They crawl up the masts like ivy and weave in and out of portholes. That much weight might sink a ship, except the chain leviathan lurking beneath the waves holds it aloft. Those who set foot on its decks never see shore again.

You watch, incredulous, as the paper unfolds, and again, and again and again and again, into a four-masted vessel with trimmed sails and an origami figurehead.

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#d10 random list #the lady rambles #ships #boats #random table

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Wednesday fandom :) I love this episode. The aftermath of 5x01. I remember being so very excited every week cause I knew this was their season. I was so giddy for every era we were getting. This ep started the hurts so good/pining era. Nothing better than having your ship on the cusp and getting excited every ep to see what comes next. Return of Genny in this one yay missed her. Imma need more in s6. Looking at you writers.

5x02 Labor Day

We start the ep with a guilt ridden Lucy bringing Chris home to her apt. We all know at this point that’s the reason they’re still together. She nearly cheated on the man for loophole sex with her best friend. Not only that but almost partook while he was dying in the process. Still glad it didn’t go down that way but guilt is the main factor here IMO. Lucy is getting him settled in when there a knock at the door. Love how this detective comes up and doesn’t even care she’s interrupted them.

Legend already haha Says her name is Detective Misha Porter. She teaches at the UC school In Sacramento. Lucy looks star struck saying she knows who she is. Mischa said she’s been doing recruiting and her name keeps coming up. Of course it does Lucy is amazing. Saying she’s worked several impressive OPs. That makes for an ideal candidate. That she is here to recruit her.

Lucy looks guilt ridden once again as she looks at stupid Chris. Just holding her back in so many ways it’s painful. She asks when classes start? Porter tells her next Monday. Saying it’s short notice but they had someone fall out. She’s sure her sergeant would approve it. Lucy lights up for first time at the mention of Tim. Knowing he would. He would do ANYTHING for her career. Something we will see of more at the end of this ep.

Lucy continues to hesitate. Porter sees this and says her classes will open up a ton of doors for her. Lucy tells her she knows. That Detective Harper has told her all about it. She hands her the folder. Saying every unit will want to poach her from patrol after this. Lucy tells her she will think about it…Oh my girl he is not worth giving up UC for. That guilt truly dominating all her decisions.

She returns to Chris and even he tells her to go for it. We see the stress and continued weight of what happened control her. Saying no it can wait. It’s almost like she needs someone else to push her in that direction...Also that someone else is the real reason she doesn’t want to leave. *cough Tim cough*

We see Tim pull up to meet Genny. What is it about him driving that big truck that is so sexy? Mmm. Also in civies. Yum take me now sir. Haha Love that smile of his when he looks at the house. Thank you to your wife for having you do this. It sounds like Genny is having an argument on the phone. Tim asks if she’s ok? She sweeps it under the rug like a classic Bradford.

She just needed his signature on some stuff before the open house. Tim looks so excited this is done and they can finally move on. Genny looks extra sad about it. Seems like it's more than just the house. Tim picks up on this and tells her not to get sad over this house LOL She should be excited they’re gonna get half a mill each for this place. He then is sweet and tells her to call him if she needs anything. Such a good brother ❤️

We return to Lucy at home with Chris. He’s going over her packet saying she has to go. I will give him this and ONLY this. He isn’t trying to keep her from UC school. Now he is trying to do the thing only Tim can. Which is talk her down and have her see some reason. Not gonna happen with you clown. You are not the one for that job. Lucy saying this is where she wants to be. It’s not though…

Lucy is still so angry as she talks about Rosalind. As she should be that’s some serious PTSD for her. Once again not the guy to help her through this anxiety. The guilt is eating away at her and nothing Chris can say will help. Because he is part of that guilt. She almost cheated on him while Rosalind got to him. That’s what’s really eating at her.

Another reason I’m glad it didn’t happened. Would’ve tainted their time together. That would’ve been a painful hill to get over. So no thank you. I’ll be forever grateful it unfolded the way that it did. She is putting off UC for one reason she can’t tell Chris about. Would only add to never ending weight on her soul currently. I wanna hug her.

Oh how I love this scene with Angela. First off I adore him giving her half his burrito ha besties. Second she truly is a cheerleader for Chenford. Also for Tim’s happiness. She just wants to see her grump of a friend be happy. Angela knows that answer is Lucy. It’s been her forever. So she does a little poking around in this scene. Fishing to see what answers she can get. Starting off asking Tim the question that’s been on her mind since Vegas. Even more so since Chris got attacked.

‘How’s Lucy?’ We all know this question isn’t as innocent as it appears. Because well Lopez. He’s out of his damn mind if thinks she gonna let any of this go. I adore this friendship so very much. We notice how Tim likes to surround himself with strong women. His bestie is one of them. His wife another. Only ones he allows to talk to him this way. Heh. I love it. The teasing she does early on in this season is amazing. We were all rooting for her doing this.

Calling him out trying to get him to face his feelings. Do something about them. Angela is as perceptive as they come. And they are as blatantly obvious as two humans could be. Even Nolan knows LOL Tim starts off with a standard answer. She’s shaken but taking time off with Chris. Angela doesn’t care about the Chris part. Asking why he was even there in the first place to find him? Her instigation makes me laugh so hard. Trying to get a real answer out of him. Tim deflecting as he attempts to hold it together for the moment. Just saying he was dropping her off after Vegas. Lies lies and more lies.

Angela’s face is everything. Her 'Mmm-hmm' Calling Tim on his BS answer with her facial expression alone. This is so funny. Tim catching onto what she is throwing down. Asking what she’s implying? When he’s knows EXACTLY what she’s implying. Because babe you almost did what she is suggesting here. You’re just upset cause you're getting caught in that suggestion. I love her throwing back ‘What do you think?’

She is trying so hard to get him to cop to what almost happened between them. Tim goes back to his platonic answer of ‘Just dropping her off. ’ Although his voice gets a little higher in pitch when he does,. Angela’s second ‘Mmm-hmm.’ Is everything. She isn’t buying what you’re selling Timothy. Not for one second. Angela Lopez is a QUEEN. I love her sfm. Man is lying to himself and she just wants him to realize that.

Poor Lucy is desperate for another opinion. So she seeks out her UC mentor. She is so cute when she says Harper is glowing haha I love her sfm. Lucy is asking everyone except the one person she knows would have her answer. So she is hitting up a very pregnant Harper LMAO Who is in no state of mind to be helping her out.

James basically ushers her out of the house. My girl. She needs advice so much and isn’t getting what she needs from those around her. Trying to find someone to validate her skipping for Chris. Thing is she isn’t going to find that. No one is going to validate this guilt of her's like she is seeking. Once again just wanna hug her.

We see Genny waiting in the parking garage for Tim. She called him earlier in the day about offers. Saying they had a developer who wanted over asking. But also a sweet family who wanted it for asking. Tim telling her to go with developer. Cause he doesn't care bout the house. So he makes a crack when she shows up about selling it to a sweet family for 100 bucks ha Such a brother things to do to her. Genny says no.... She has another reason for meeting up other than the house. It’s here we learn about why Genny has been stressed all day. Her and her husband are getting a divorce. Tim tells her how sorry he is. He has most definitely Been there.

Tim asks about the house and who they’re gonna sell it to? Asking if they’re gonna pick the happy family? Genny says no the highest bidder. That divorce isn’t cheap. HA That’ll it’ll soften the blow for her financially being a single mom now. Tim asks if her husband is moving out? She says no she wants to move. Here actually. Asking Tim if that’s ok? He lights up. If there’s anything he needs right now it's family. Especially with all the messy stuff with Lucy atm. It’s so sweet how excited he is. Also their hug is also very adorable. I just adore them so very much.

They nailed casting for his sister. They have an excellent sibling rapport. Good chemistry in that way. Also they do look like they could be related it’s unreal. I love the smile on Tim’s face as he hugs her. My heart. Family is so important to have around. Especially when you’re close to them. This is what Lucy wanted for him out of 4x08. Them to not be torn about their dad but be there for each other like this. Getting me all emotional cause what I have with my baby sister. You know he’s excited he will get to see his nephews more and such too. I love it.

We finally reach their first scene of the ep. It’s a doozy everyone. But such a good one. This is the stage I like to call it 'Hurts so good.' I will always take good productive angst. Well written angst. It’s the BS teenager angst I cannot stand. These people are in their thirties. They don’t got time for that crap. The secret child or breaking up for no reason other than just to make the miserable. Nothing makes me angrier than useless angst just for the sake of having it.

This right here is the good stuff. They did a damn fine job with their angst. It leads us right into that good pining era as well. There is a knock at Lucy’s door. It’s Tim looking mighty fine if you ask me. Says he’s checking in. Asks Chris how he’s feeling? He replies Lucy is taking care of him. The sweet almost sad look to his smile gets me.

Knowing first hand how caring she is. She cared for him long before he was ready for it. When he didn’t appreciate like he would now. This moment is their breakup before they even got together scene. Because that’s basically what it is. We all know Tim included why she’s really holding back from UC school. Her front is Chris. When really it’s Tim and everything they haven’t untangled from Vegas. They haven’t talked about it whatsoever. Tim is there to clear the air.

Lucy is a little bristly with him at the door. He doesn’t let it deter him. Asking her if he can talk to her? She says yes and follows him out into the hallway. Ahh this hallway where so much happened last time. The context and situation so much different this time around. Tim being straight with her right off the bat. Saying he hears she’s on the fence about UC school. She has been hunting down opinions all day long. The one she needs the most comes to her. I love this sfm. Kudos to the writers for setting up this scene so well. Lucy is shocked Chris called him.

Tim says yes it was unexpected..but he wanted him to talk to her. Interesting how Chris could know Tim would be the voice of reason for her. But can’t figure she’s in love with the man and vice versa. Lucy telling him it’s not the right time. Tim won’t stand for this answer. That she owes it to herself to go. Lucy has been the voice of reason for him many times. There to absolve him of his guilt when he blamed himself about Mitch and Caleb. She couldn’t stand him bearing a burden that wasn’t his.

The beautiful part of this heartbreaking scene is he is now doing the same for her. He came not only about UC school but for her guilt. The guilt she is wearing like armor at the moment. About Chris, about what almost happened between them while he was dying. Tim telling he’s going to be fine. That what happened to him ISN'T her fault. Telling Lucy what she used to tell him. Stop weighing your soul down with guilt that isn’t yours to carry.

Lucy brings up what they were about to do. ‘We were about to..’ The way she says that line there is some longing in there. How yes, she’s still with Chris and the guilt that exists with that. But her desire for what almost happened is still there. She doesn’t want to ignore what almost happened between them.

Tim following up with ‘But we didn’t. We didn’t.’ Gah some longing in his voice too. He too is sad they didn’t. The softness in his voice as he delivers that line. Gah it’s so good. Part of him still wishing they had. They had this awakening of their feelings mixed with UC. Then Chris almost dying throwing a nasty wrench in it all.

There is so much subtext behind the lines they’re saying to each other. Lucy then notes the thing she’s been clinging onto. Being his go-fer. Asking if he’s getting rid of her as it? The hurt in her voice *heart clutch* It's written all over her face. Last thing she wants is for Tim to push her away. It’s why she was avoiding UC school in first place. She doesn’t want to lose working with him if she can’t be with him. It’s the closest thing she has to that and now he’s proposing taking that away.

This feels like a breakup because well it is. Their work dynamic/relationship is a huge part of who they are. It’s how we got to this place we’re in. It’s a sacred thing to both of them. Tim is trying to ease her hurt with his reply. Telling her 'No…he’s just trying to look out for her.' The emotions in his voice as he says this. I wanna cry. They both have pre-tears in their eyes. Tim knows this is the right thing to do. Nothing and I mean nothing is more important to that man than protecting her career. Protecting her. Look how far he has come.

Was almost rabidly against her doing UC. Now he’s encouraging it because he knows it’s what best for her. Even if that means leaving him behind. Tim refuses to jeopardize her career in anyway. It’s why he fought her being his aide at first the way he did. Didn’t want anyone to question her or why she got to where she is. Didn’t want any hand in people thinking less of her when it wasn’t true. That even if it hurts them both he is going to look out for her first and foremost.

Lucy can't believe what she's hearing. It's all over her expression in that first gif above. The hits keep coming with this scene. Tim telling her it’s time to move on. When he’s really saying is about them. They had their shot and now it’s time to move on. That they have to accept it's not going to happen for them. Gah kills me as I’m writing this. Took the man years to realizes he was in love with her. Now that he does he can’t have her. So he’s willing to do the honorable thing. Step aside and put his feelings on back burner.

Set aside what he wants for what she needs. Because he knows Lucy. How selfless she is for those she loves. He refuses to let her give up her aspirations for him. Lucy is crushed with his retort of moving on. They’re both so vulnerable in this scene. It’s what makes it hurt so damn good. Props to Eric and Melissa once again. Conveying so much with their words, eyes, and expressions. We are truly lucky to have them as our ship.

Lucy does some double talk of her own. Saying some time away would be good. Really meaning she can’t be around him especially after him breaking this off. That if she can’t be with him better to be away from him. That this far too painful for her. For them both really. Tim trying to build up her saying what a great opportunity this will be. We know how hard this conversation is for him to have. But it shows the depth of growth in him to have it.

This is so very hard on him to give up. Lucy can’t even say more. Her heart is breaking in this moment. Her person is sending her away from him. All she can muster up is ‘Mmhmm..’ because if she speaks any further she’s going to cry. Tim most definitely won’t be able to handle that. Tim with tears in his eyes telling her she should go for it. Even if it’s killing him inside to be apart from her. To walk away from their potential romantically.

Tim feels the best thing he can do for her is distance himself. He is going to fall on his sword to make sure her future is secure. Now that is love. My goodness. The way she is searching his face in the first gif. Oof. She looks so hurt and angry at him for this. She also is trying to keep her shit together. It breaks my heart. This entire scene does. Then our boy walks away and she looks devastated. He has a smile on his face till he turns away from her. Then we see the heartbreak evident on his beautiful face. Ugh.

How she can go back in Chris after that I don't know.. After this scene I knew this season was going to be a hell of a ride. This was the perfect productive angst for them. Hurt like a SOB to watch. A true gut punch to your feels. But damn so well written and acted. I loved it sfm. Oh my lord I love this season.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Nyla’s entire birth SL is hilarious. It’s an insane ride that I love. ‘It’s a girl’ LMAO LEGEND

Thank you thank you to all you amazing readers. Wouldn’t have gotten this far without you all. Your likes, reblogs and comments fuel My soul to write. Shall see you all in 5x03 :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on s6 #winter rewatch #S5 #5x02 Labor Day #the rookie 5x02 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #otp: some things matter more. #otp: you did good. #otp: you're nothing like him. #otp: just doesn't feel like pretend #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen

[simonalkenmayer]

There’s a small story I haven’t told, about when I first came to where I currently reside. If you’ve read some of my short stories about my life history, then this would follow directly after “The Suits”.

Back in those days, the place I currently live was almost entirely devoid of women who weren’t already married. It was a very manly man place of wild forests being logged, natives being colonized, and all sorts of hurdy guedy. A man by the name of Mercer began a transplant of women, who were to be educated and married off to the men of the area, so as to “civilize” the place.

After that plan was enacted, women began doing this in their own. And incentives galore existed, including reduced fares, housing, sheltering so forth. When I came up, I switched genders, because of this advantage. I had won myself a deed to some property here, in a poker game. I then pretended to be my own sister, sent to set up the stead and “marry myself off”.

So I came as a woman, and set myself up in a residence hall for young ladies. Why? Because of the proprietress, who kept a secure and tight ship for propped “gels”. I wanted that security, as there is no watchdog better than a large woman with a rolling pin looking out for virtue. My room was essentially Fort Knox. But I didn’t move around town as a woman! Heavens no. Such would be impossible, especially given the condition of the city, which was mud half the time and not set up for skirts.

I worked out of the lumber mill. Dressed as a man. I made friends with a batch of German and Austrian immigrants, because I could understand them. One in particular seemed very taken with me. Probably because he wasn’t much of a talker and I was mute. But then one day he turned up at the boarding house, and I realized he had figured me out, perhaps because he’d followed me home from the drinking hole we all frequented.

I suspected he’d come to the conclusion that I was a woman masquerading as a man to obtain employment. I suspected I’d have a difficult moment ahead.

One night he came to my window at the boarding house, after I’d just quitted the nightly meal. He was drunk as a skunk, and singing love songs at me. I knew the lady of the house would beat him stupider, so I dragged him inside. Then I noticed he was covered in blood. Apparently hed injured himself on the rough fence outside.

Imagine me, dressed in proper female dinner attire, bodily proppping a giant, German man against a wall, as he gibbers and bleeds at me. I shushed him, and told him he had made a terrible mistake. He said he hadn’t. That his life till then was a mistake. I was brave and wonderful and pretty in all the ways. I told him to stop talking rubbish. He realized he was bleeding and fell onto my bed. I say him up with some difficulty, as he extolled my many virtues. “How amazing,” he sang, “that you can push logs and look so fine.”

I offered to push him into the sea off the nearest cliff. He called me mysterious. It was a very lopsided conversation. I set about patching him up. Which led to the following events.

He, seated on the end of the bed, no shirt, facing away from the door. Me, kneeling in my gown, making plaintive noises. Of a sudden, there came a frantic cry and a bashing sound. In crashes the lady of the house, in her shift and pantaloons, her house dress open and flapping like the wings of a harpy. Her face was a red contortion as she smashed a hole into the wood. Jack Nichlson could have taken a lesson from her as she shrieked out a curse through the splinters.

She got the wrong impression from what she saw. It was an impression that unfortunately led to even more frantic mangling of the door. My gentleman caller hurled himself bodily through the window, chased by the very embodiment of Victorian internalized misogyny, screaming bloody murder. Literally.

I evicted myself. I went into the woods to my property and set up a cabin, where I lived to upset the logging and train operations. I went feral.

My man friend, later was injured in an accident, and died. It wasn’t until I spoke of this series of events with some of you, that I came to a different interpretation than I had all this time. I now believe that he actually thought I was a man, dressing as a woman to obtain housing. The things he said while intoxicated make far more sense if that was his assumption. I now realize I broke his heart in a different way than I’d even realized.

Perspective sometimes comes decades later. Sometimes you don’t even know your own past so well without the future.

I gain perspective like this almost constantly, and I realize more and more that I have never taken in all the information I could have. I’ve viewed the world you made through your lens. Silly thing to do, but how was I to know? It’s not as if I had the genius of Frankenstein’s creation to teach myself the truth of all things with a bible. No. Some of us had incompatibility with humanity altogether and couldn’t make sense of it without your biases.

I think about this often.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three - Chapter 5

Chapter Five: The Prisoner

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.5K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, father-daughter duo (they are so iconic)

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Traveling through the galaxy had allowed you to visit many different planets and systems all within the Outer Rim, just a speck of the vast galaxy that was begging for you to explore.

“Where did you say you put it?” You call out from the doorway of the cargo hull, the relationship you had formed with Mando didn’t have an exact label for it. Sure he was watching after you protecting you from the empire, but you weren’t his ward. He had formed a dynamic with you, and following Tatooine, it became clear you could protect yourself with some training. But you had learned how to handle a blaster, Mando teaching you how to properly use a rifle when you explained the recoil had knocked you right off your ass, you could handle a knife skillfully, your hand-to-hand was too shabby, add that with the 9 years of teaching yourself to steal and your decent knowledge of ships and technology you had become less of someone to look after but a partner.

“Look for the big box on the left side it should be beside it,” Mando yells out his focus on the open panel of the ship as he needed to replace their processor, the last planet they were at got fried dealing with the inhabitants that quickly drove you off their planet. You look around the hull spotting the box on the left heading over seeing a metal case, opening it to see the core processor, pre-galactic that makes you roll your eyes. Grabbing it you leave the hull seeing Mando with his arm shoved into the wall holding the old fried processor in place. It would need to be a quick change from the old one to the new one without damaging the ship further that was traveling through hyperspace.

“You should just upgrade this rust bucket. You can scrape this for parts and buy a much better ship.” You say this hadn’t been your first and definitely not your last time pushing him to get a new ship. You could feel his side-eye through his helmet that has you throwing your hands up. Moving towards the child who is playing with the ball of the lever he lets out a small sound of laughter when you rub your fingers along his ears. The ship shakes slightly as the processors are swapped and Mando comes back out from the hole in the wall putting the panel back into place.

“I’m just saying, new ship. Wouldn’t have to change the processors every 6 weeks.” You say spinning the knife in your hand and he waves you off as the ship jolts exiting hyperspace and there’s a beeping sound coming from the cockpit. Mando heads over while you grab the child placing him in his bed as he lets out a yawn. You couldn’t complain about sleeping on the floor with a small cot and blanket while Mando had his own equally small room that he shared with the child. Climbing up the ladder to the cockpit seeing a space hanger grow closer to you.

“Get dressed.” He says and you nod heading back down grabbing your small pack and bringing it into the fresher. You were grateful to get new clothes, your other ones growing ripped and distressed with everything going on. Fixing your hair before leaving the fresher your blaster and the knife Mando gifted to you tucked into their respective holsters finding Mando in the cargo hull bringing down the ramp.

“What are we doing here?” You ask as the ramp comes down the two of you walking off. Now in the large docking bay, multiple ships there as people milled around. But these people seemed to be the kind of crowd Mando would hang around.

“Just let me do the talking.” He says as the two of you come up an older human man, he hand long greying hair with an impressively long beard. The man doesn’t notice the two of you communicate with another but when the person he is speaking two stops seeing the Mandalorian before him the older man turns.

“Mando. Is that you under that bucket?” The older man says dismissing the other man coming over.

“Ran.” Mando greets him and Ran nods looking surprised seeing him,

“I didn't really know if I'd ever see you in these parts again. Good to see you. You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me,” Ran says and you glance over at Mando, why would he need his help? “You know, 'cause I... I hear things.” Your hand rested on your blaster acting casually but you couldn’t help but be nervous.

“Like, maybe things between you and the Guild aren't workin' out.” He says and Mando seems so calm right now.

“I'll be fine.” Ran nods, glancing at you slightly and you return a stoic look,

“Okay. Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you're welcome back here anytime.”

“So, what's the job?” Mando asks as Ran.

“Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught. So, I'm puttin' together a crew to spring him.  It's a six-person job. I got four. All I need is the ride, and you brought it plus another. Though don’t know how a kid is supposed to be useful.” Ran says looking down at you and you glare at him.

“The ship and the girl weren't part of the deal.” Mando disagrees he was more than capable of doing a job of two.

“Well, the Crest is the only reason I let you back in here,” Ran says giving him an ultimatum.

“Mando it’s fine.” You say your hands tucked in your belt as you stare down Ran, “I’m sure I can show I’m plenty useful.” Ran lets out a full-body laugh clapping his hands together.

“Now where did you find this one at.” He says when he spots another man, “Hey, Mayfeld.” The man comes over he’s human bald, with only a red beard. Weapons and guns strapped across his back.

“This is Mando, the guy I was tellin' you about. We used to do jobs way back when.” Ran says patting Mando on the shoulder and you could see the disdain coming off Mando being touched. Mayfeld looks at Mando almost sizing him up glancing over at you and you give him a look back.

“This is the guy?” Mayfeld says, “Who’s the girl?”

“She’s with him, careful she’s smart as a whip,” Ran says and the two men look over at the girl decades younger than any of them. “We were all young, tryin' to make a name for ourselves. Yeah, but runnin' with a Mandalorian, that was… That brought us some reputation.”

Ran looks over at the silent Mandalorian, “Oh, yeah? What did he get out of it?”

“I asked him that one time. You remember what you said, Mando?” Ran nudges Mando you can practically feel his annoyance radiating off him.

“Target practice.”

“Target practice!” Ran laughs again clapping him on the shoulder, wiping away fake tears, “We did some crazy stuff, didn't we?”

“That was a long time ago,” Mando says stepping back from Ran standing closer to you.

“Well, I don't go out anymore. You understand? So, uh, Mayfeld, he's gonna run point on this job.” Ran says and you can tell Mayfeld was nervous against the very intimidating bounty hunter.

“You good with that?” Mayfeld asks hesitantly.

“You tell me,” Mando responds, and Ran laughs again which was starting to get on your nerves.

“You haven't changed one bit.” Ran says before moving towards Mayfeld, “Yeah, well, Mayfeld, he's… He's one of the best triggermen I've ever seen. Former Imperial sharpshooter.” He says as if that was such an achievement, any stormtrooper with a decent shot was seen as a marksman.

“I wasn't a stormtrooper, wiseass.” Mayfeld says looking over at the ship you would be traveling in, “Don't take long, does it?”

“Razor Crest? I can't believe that thing can fly.” Ran says thinking back on the fond memories with that ship.

“Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine,” Mayfeld says and a hulking devaronian towers over all of you making even Mando look up slightly. ”The good-lookin' fellow there with the horns, that's Burg. This may surprise you, but he's our muscle.”

“So, this is a Mandalorian.�� Burg says not hiding that he was sizing him up scoffing, “I thought they'd be bigger.” Mayfeld points over to a protocol droid.

“Droid's name is Zero.” The droid looks over the two of you analyzing you.

“I thought you said you had four,” Mando says

“He does,” A feminine voice calls out as a Twi’lek slinks out from the shadows walking over to Mando with an exaggerated sway of her hips almost making you laugh. “Hello, Mando.”

“Xi'an.” He huffs not happy to see her and when she pulls out a dagger your hand instinctively reaches for your own but you see Mando’s hand telling you not to.

“Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?” She hisses the blade lightly tracing the beskar but it doesn’t scratch it.

“Nice to see you, too,” Mando responds flatly and she giggles.

“I missed you. This is shiny. You wear it well.” She openly flirts with him eating him up with her eyes making you gag slightly.

“Do we need to leave the room or something?” Mayfeld says and Xi’an pulls away giving one last look up at him.

“Ugh, kriffing gross.” You mumble under your breath.

“Well, Xi'an's been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group,” Ran explains and you look over at Mando giving him a look. He couldn’t have seriously been with her?

“Aw. You gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Mayfeld says and Xi’an wipes the fake sadness off her face glaring at Mando,

“Oh, I'm all business now. Learned from the best.” 

“All right, lovebirds. Break it up till you get on the ship. Right now we don't have much time.” Ran says and they all start heading for the Crest, you see Burg looking down at Mando scoffing before walking onto the ship

“Tiny.”

You look at Mando as the two of you follow after the group to the Crest, “We’re seriously working with them?” You say and Mando just sighs boarding the ship.

“No something I’m happy with either.”

Mayfeld holds a datapad showing a hologram map of a ship, “So, the package is being moved on a fortified transport ship. Now, we got a limited window to board, find our friend, get him out of there before they make their jump.”

“That's a New Republic prison ship,” Mando points, “Your man wasn't taken by a rival syndicate. He was arrested.”

“So what? A job is a job.” Ran says and Mando shakes his head,

“That's a max security transport and I'm not looking for that kinda heat,” Mando says, if the New Republic catches them he wasn’t even thinking of himself. What would they do to the two of you?

“Well, neither are we. So just don't mess up. The good news for you is the ship is manned by droids.” Xi’an says twirling a dagger between her fingers and looking at Mando through her lashes. Maker this was so gross. “Still hate the machines, Mando?”

The droid appears coming from the cockpit, “Despite recent modifications, the ship is still quite a mess. The power lines are leaking, the navigation is intermittent, and the hyperdrive is only operating at 67.3% efficiency.” You give Mando a look hearing the diagnosis, see just get a new ship. He could tell the look on your face choosing to ignore it, “We have much better ships. Why are we using this one?”

“Cause, the Razor Crest is off the old Imperial and the New Republic grid. It's a ghost.” Ran explains.

“Yeah, and we need a ship that can get close enough to jam New Republic code,” Ran says a plan formulating, “So when we drop out of hyperspace here, if we immediately bank into this kinda attitude, we should be right in their blind spot, which will give us just enough time for your ship to scramble our signal.”

“It's not possible. Even for the Crest.” Mando says, to sneak on to New Republic transport was going to be hard but completely off the grid was impossible.

“That's why he's flyin',” Mayfeld replies pointing at the protocol droid. You didn’t feel so reassured either.

“Mando, I know you're a pretty good pilot, but we need you on the trigger. Not on the wheel.” Ran says trying to convince the stubborn bounty hunter.

“Don't worry, Mandalorian. My response time is quicker than organics. And I'm smarter, too.” Zero says and you both frown taken slightly off guard by the bluntness

“All right. I... Yeah. That's good.” Mando says hesitantly.

“Forgive the programming. He's a little rough around the edges. But he is the best.” Ran says moving towards the ramp of the Crest and Mando turns to him.

“How can you trust it?”

“You know me, Mando. I don't trust anybody. Just like the good old days, Mando. Huh?” Ran says pressing the button on his way off leaving you with his crew. Guess you were stuck with them. Zero taking control of the ship takes off you all leaving Ran’s space station off to your mission.

The usually open ship felt crowded with this many people, you were sat in a corner your hand clutching your blaster a small cloth polishing the weapon. You enjoyed the silence that came with being with a Mandalorian who doesn’t conversate and a child would just make small noises.

“Will you sit down?” Xi’an says to Burg who is pacing on the ship having nothing better to do. He knocks the dagger she was holding between her hands and she hisses at him. Mando was up in the cockpit leaving you with these strangers, just until this is done with. You see Mando coming from the cockpit making you relieved. You see Burg fiddling with something and he opens up Mando’s gun cabinet right as he arrives. His hand slams against the door shutting it and glaring at Burg who holds his hands up,

“Hey, okay, I get it. I'm a little particular about my personal space, too.” He says and you see Mando take a step forward invading his space when Mayfeld comes between the two of them.

“So, let's just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don't have to see our faces anymore.” Mando scoffs stepping back and leaning against the wall beside you as you look at him. Do we seriously have to work with them? He sighs looking away and reading the look on your face.

“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian,” Burg says sitting himself down on one of the large crates.

“Well, apparently they're the greatest warriors in the galaxy. So they say.” Mayfeld says looking to Mando as his gaze is set straight forward.

“Then why are they all dead?” Burg says making them all laugh minus you and Mando. You glance at him quickly reading his body language. That was probably a sensitive subject. You had only known stories of the Mandalorians and how they were the strongest warriors in the galaxy, known to never lose. Until they were all eradicated during the rise of the empire.

“Well, you flew with him, Xi'an. Is he as good as they say?” Mayfeld says looking over at the woman and she smirks.

“Ask him about the job on Alzoc III.”

“I did what I had to.” Mando’s voice is cold and sharp you’ve never heard him speak like that. Xi’an grins knowing she hit a nerve.

“Oh, but you liked it. See, I know who you really are.”

“He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfeld says looking over the beskar armor that covers him, not a speck of skin was in sight. You also had no idea what he looked like. Was he even human, you didn’t even know his name.

“This is the Way.” He repeats the words of his creed and Mayfeld chuckles

“Huh. I wonder what you look like under there. Maybe he's a Gungan. Is that why you don't wanna show your face?” He looks over at Xi’an, “You ever seen his face?”

Xi’an shrugs, “A lady never tells.” You wanted to gag with how obviously she wanted Mando, was she blind as well to see he was uninterested in her? And you could sense it, she’s never seen his face from the rapid beating in her chest.

“Aw. Come on, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. You gotta show us somethin'. Come on. Just lift the helmet up.” Mayfeld pries at him and you could tell he was feeling uncomfortable.

“Just leave him alone, you’re like children.” You spat from your corner and you see the four of them look over at you, the three of them almost forgetting you were there.

Burg steps closer a grin on his face as he leans straight into your personal space making you lean back. “So does that mean you’ve seen his face? I would too for a pretty thing like you. Mando didn’t take you to like them young.” A click fills the room as Burg feels two blasters press against him. One right against his head the other in a more sensitive spot. 

“Make one more comment and you won’t have a bloodline to continue. And I’m seventeen, jackass,” Your finger rest on the trigger glaring straight into his eyes while Mando presses his blaster further into his temple.

“Better not test her,” Mando says the hull dropping several degrees. While they had only heard rumors or had experienced the Mandalorian ruthlessness, they had no idea what they were dealing with when meeting you. You could throw him across the room with the flick of your fingers but you settled with possibly maiming him.

Burg steps back standing on the other side of the ship not wanting to deal with the wrath of the Mandalorian and this child. He hits a panel and it opens up revealing the child awake from his nap looking up at him with wide confused eyes.

“Whoa! What is that?” Burg says the past interaction is completely forgotten by him. Mando holsters his weapon giving you a look. You nod at him letting him know you were okay as he moves over to the child.

“Wait a minute. Did you two make that? Huh?” Mayfeld looks between Mando and Xi’an who shakes her head, “What is it, like a pet or somethin'?” Mando says pulling Burg away from the child.

“Yeah. Something like that.” Mando says and Mayfeld looks almost surprised.

“Didn't take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.” Xi’an says not expecting him to have any real connection to anything.

“Me, I was never really into pets,” Mayfeld says looking at the child and Mando, Yeah, I didn't have the temperament. Patience, you know? I mean, I tried, but never worked out. But I'm thinkin' maybe I'll try again with this little fella.”

“Dropping out of hyperspace now.” Zero’s voice calls out, “Commencing final approach, now. Cloaking signal, now. Engaging coupling now. Coupling confirmed. We are down. And relax. Commence extraction now.” The ship jerks to a halt making you all trip up. Your hand slams against a wall to stop yourself from falling and you hear a cry come from the child.

“Useless droid didn't even give us a proper countdown,” Xi’an says standing up and wiping the invisible dirt off her. You see Mando grabbing the child calming his tears before putting him back into his cradle.

“Z, are you sure they can't see us?” Mayfeld calls out to the cockpit.

“The Razor Crest is scrambling our signature and I am inside the prison system. It's impressive that this ship had survived the Empire without being impounded.” Zero calls out, and you all prepare.

“All right, we got a job to do. Mando, you're up.” Mayfeld says as Mando crouches down opening a hatch on the bottom of the ship showing another that lets them enter the New Republic ship.

Mayfeld climbs down checking around before motioning down the rest of you, Xi’an then Burg followed by yourself then Mando all climb down now in a hall of the Republic ship. The empty halls, floors, and ceilings are pristine and clean.

“Zero. Get us to the control room.” Mayfeld says through his comm and Zero responds,

“Sublevel three. Disabling onboard surveillance.” 

“All right, we're on the clock. Second, we engage those droids, they're gonna be all over us.” Mayfeld says as you all begin to travel through the halls.

“Bio trackers activated. I've got eyes.” Zero says having hacked through the surveillance system of the ship. The ship was quiet as you travel through corridors of the prison ship, passing by doors containing both humanoid and alien prisoners.

“I don't like this,” Mando says and Xi’an looks over her shoulder.

“You always were paranoid.” 

“Is that true, Mando? Were you always paranoid?” Mayfeld asks not expecting the bounty hunter to be like that.

“Approaching control room. Make a left at the next juncture.” Zero calls out as you all make a left at the juncture, weapons ready for anything. They expect droids to be there but instead just a mouse droid scurrying around the hall. Burg puts his blaster behind his back slowly stepping forward as if to tame a wild animal.

“What? It's just a little mousey. Come here, little mousey.” “Burg.” “Mousey, come here. Come here.” “Burg!” Seeing the droid trying to flee he growls pulls out his blaster and shoots it. The loud bolt from the blaster sends the droid flying.

“No! Burg, what are you doin'?” Mayfeld says having failed at calling him back

“What?”

Turning just around the corner comes six N5 sentry droids, “Intruder alert. Open fire.”

They quickly take shelter from the blaster bolts at the edges of the corridor but the droids were only getting closer. “We're too exposed here,” Xi’an shouts out.

“If they get a signal out, it's not gonna matter,” Mayfeld yells back pulling out a blaster that was attached to his harness. Looking back to see what the Mandalorian was doing to see both him and the girl gone. Those damn cowards. Mayfeld’s thoughts are quickly ended as both you and Mando ambush the droids from behind.

You slid on your knees slicing one of the droid's feet off and making it topple over, spinning on your knees to face them you throw your dagger making it dig into another of the droid’s chest. Mando shoots down one of them before one droid grabs him hurling him against a cell door where he engages in a fistfight. Dodging a blaster bolt rushing towards the one with your knife stuck in its chest you drag it across its chest slicing off the arm holding the blaster. Kicking it in the chest making it crash into the wall.

“Mando, let's go! You're supposed to be somethin' special.” Mayfeld yells out as Mando breaks free from the droid turning towards you and holding his hand out.

“Down!” He yells and you drop down as his flamethrower burns two droids as they melt together. You stand up your blaster firing at the droid he was once fighting in the head, while he shoots at the droid you cut the foot off. The six droids lay dead around you, oil and parts surround the two of you. The cheers from the prisoners witnessing the fight. “You good kid?” He looks at you silently checking you for injuries and you nod.

“I’m fine Mando.” You say as the three people working with Mayfeld walk past you. Xi’an gives you a look and you roll your eyes. Was she seriously jealous that you were fighting alongside Mando? Burg glances at you and you glare at him and he looks away.

Mayfeld walks past the two of you, “Make sure you clean up your mess.” You roll your eyes as you follow after him.

“Thank you both for winning the fight we were clearly losing.” You mumble under your breath glaring at Mayfeld’s back. Mando was lucky to have his helmet on as it covered the small smirk that grew on his face hearing your mumbles. You continue your way through the halls not coming into contact with any more droids as you grow closer to the control room. The door to the control room lies in front of them as Mayfeld pulls out his comm.

“Z, open the door!”

“But I'm detecting an organic signature.” Zero responses but Mayfeld ignores it.

“Yeah, okay. All right. Just open the door!” The doors are already opening right as you sense what’s behind the door.

“Stop!” The New Republic soldier stands there his blaster between his hands pointing it at all of you, “Just stop right there. You put down the blasters right now.” You all slowly stalk into the room the roles being reversed until he’s cornered by Burg and Xi’an as Mayfeld heads toward the controls.

“Nice shoes.” Burg comments looking over his pristine uniform, “Matches his belt.”

“Put down your blasters.” The soldier demands still holding it out.

“There were only supposed to be droids on this ship,” Mando says looking back at Mayfeld and the very human soldier.

“Hang on, hang on. Let's see here. Uh...Cell two-two-one.” He finds the location of the cell retrieving the information before coming over to you all and the outnumbered soldier. “All right, now for our well-dressed friend.” A blaster is aimed at Mayfeld who puts his hands up, “Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey. Easy. Easy, egghead. Put that down. Put that down. Come on. Easy. Put it down now!” Mayfeld’s calm voice grows harsh as his blaster comes out and Mando steps through.

“Easy. Nobody has to get hurt here. Just calm down.” Mando says holding his hand out and the soldier grabs a small device.

“What is that thing?” Burg asks and you see Mayfeld’s eyes widen.

“It's a tracking beacon.” Mayfeld says his grip on his weapon tightening, “He presses that thing, we're all done. A New Republic attack team will hone in on that signal and blow us all to hell. Put it down!”

“Are you serious?” Xi’an says anger flashing across her face.

“Yes, I'm serious,” Mayfeld yells back his gun pointed at the solider,

“You didn't think we needed to know that tiny little detail?” Xi’an spats back and Mayfeld yells back.

“I didn't think we'd get to this point.” Xi’an scoffs her daggers clutched between her hands,

“Yet here we are.”

Mayfeld looks back at the Twi’lek, “Are you questioning my managerial style, Xi'an?” “No, sir.” You step in front of the blaster aimed at both Mayfeld and the soldier, holding your hands up showing you were unarmed.

“Hey. Listen to me,” You say calmly holding your hand out, “Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, okay? Look. Hey. Put it down.”

“Are you crazy?” Mayfeld yells at you but you stay focused on the soldier who had fear in his eyes. “Put it down.” He demands.

“What's your name?” You ask

“It's Davan. Davan.” The solider, Davan says and you nod,

“We're not here for you. We're here for a prisoner. If you let us go about our job, you can walk away with your life.” You say promising him.

“No, we won't,” Xi’an says and Mando looks over at her.

“Hey. You realize what you're gonna bring down on us?” He says while you keep your focus on Davan.

“You think I care about that?” Mayfeld disagrees.

“We're not killing anybody. You understand?” Mando says and when Mayfeld tries to grab you when a blaster is pointed at him by Mando.

“Get that blaster out of my face, Mando,” Mayfeld says and Mando shakes his head refusing,

“I can't do that.” “Get that blaster out of my face, Mando!” You see a hesitant cross Davan’s face.

“Just give me the beacon.” You say and the weighing feeling covers you and you see Davan’s shoulder’s relaxing slightly his grip on his weapon faltering and his hand begins to rise with the beacon. A dagger jabs his neck as he collapses to the ground. You whip around seeing Xi’an holding her hand out a knife no longer in her hand.

“What is wrong with you!” You shout stepping towards her and she steps forward challenging you. “I had it under control.”

“Yeah. Looked like it.” Your hand moves to your blaster while her to her knives. A hand latches on your shoulder pulling you back and you look seeing Mando.

“Was that thing blinking before?” Burg says and you all look down at the blinking beacon lying in the dead republic soldier’s hand.

“Zero to Mayfeld. Zero to Mayfeld.” Mayfeld instantly grabs his comm yelling into it.

“I've detected a New Republic distress signal homing in on your location. You have approximately 20 minutes.” Zero responds and curses but Xi’an is already out of the control room.

“We only need five.” She says and you all rush after leaving the dead body behind. The halls were empty until you run into a large black hover security droid. Burg hurls the droid to the floor with brute force, and when another appears just around the corner he hurls the first fallen droid. The two droids collide before making a loud explosion and bursting into flames. You all hurry through the halls Mayfeld leads you all as you reach a prison cell.

“Z, open it up.”

“You have 15 minutes remaining.” Zero reminds you all as you hear the mechanisms work.

“Come on, come on. Open it up!” The door opens and you can’t see who’s inside standing to the side checking for any security droids.

“Qin,” Mando says as another Twi’lek male steps out looking at Mando.

“Funny, the man who left me behind is now my savior.” He says and all of a sudden Burg's body slams Mando into the cell Mayfeld slams the door closed. 

“Brother!” “Sister.” Qin and Xi’an hug, brother and sister reunited as you stand silently in shock. They betrayed Mando…they betrayed you all.

“Mayfeld, I’ve learned some interesting information. Y/n L/n a high-valued bounty…for the Bounty Hunter’s Guild.” Zero’s voice comes through Mayfeld’s comm and the four of them slowly turn to you as you look back at them.

“KID RUN!” Mando shouts through the bars and you instantly take off dodging blaster fire from Mayfeld and knives from Xi’an. You shoot at one of the control panels for the door as it slams shut behind you and it dents where Burg slams into it.

“Damnit find the kid and quick! Attack’s on the way.” You hear Mayfeld’s voice through the doors as you run through the halls. This place was like a maze and without a map or guide telling you, you weren’t sure if you were going to run into Mayfeld and the others or get back to the Crest. Peeking around a corner and seeing no droids you make your way through the halls your blaster gripped between your hands.

“Kid..kid can you hear me.” The comm attached to your belt comes through and you grab it.

“Mando! This place is a maze I don’t know which way is to the Crest or how to get back to you!” You say turning down another hall barely dodging a group of droids passing by.

“I’m alright, don’t worry about me. Just worry about getting to the Crest, whatever you need to do.” You hear him say and suddenly the lights go out all around you before the emergency lights come on flashing a deep red, “Don’t hold back kid, you hear me.” He knew what he was saying with not holding back. He knew you were capable of looking after yourself, especially with what he’s seen you do that he’s only seen one other person do and that child being on the Crest.

“You have a potential problem. He has escaped.” Zero says to the group of them as they travel through the halls, they were trying to get back to the Crest while also looking for the girl. The money they would get for the bounty would be unreal.

“I told you we should've ended him.” Xi’an hissed turning to Mayfeld who glares back.

“I know.”

“This is your fault!” “I know!” The four continue through the halls before they hear a rumble shake the ship making them grab something to not fall over.

“Is it the Republic?!” “No, we still have time!” The lights go dark before the emergency lights come on flashing a deep red. The four go back to back looking around, this had to be Mando’s doing. But what caused that deep tremor? The sound of footsteps and they look forward to seeing appearing under the flashing lights.

“It’s the girl! Burg grab her!” Mayfeld says seeing her without a weapon in her hand as she looks at the four of them. Burg steps forward a smirk across his face when his legs become cement and he freezes in place. The others look at the man confused why he wasn’t moving.

“Move Burg!” Xi’an hisses and Burg tries moving his body paralyzed.

“I can’t!” He growls out and Mayfeld looks forward his blood running cold. The lights flash red then darkness but he sees you. You hold your hand out concentrating on Burg as he’s frozen in place.

“Shut the door!” Qin yells and Mayfeld pulls out his blaster when you flick your wrist and his blaster goes flying across the hall sliding right in front of your feet. The four of them look at you with confusion and fear in their eyes. You smirk slightly pushing your hand out and both Burg and Xi’an go flying into another corridor right as the blast door closes separating them. Mayfeld and Qin look back at you but you’re gone.

The halls are silent, all of them split up across the ship, both the Mandalorian and this child picking them off one by one. Mayfeld walks through the halls his blasters in his hands the other attached to his back. He looks through the halls looking for danger, he would rather deal with droids than you or Mando. He had never seen anything like that and had no idea what you were. Turning around the corner he approaches an open blast door the flashes of red light to darkness didn’t help his growing nerves. The sound of footsteps makes him freeze and turns towards the sound shooting out the blaster bolt lighting further down the hall. Silence fills the halls again before he hears footsteps again this time coming much faster heading straight toward him. He sprints away shooting at the control panels making the blast doors close behind him but the loud sound of metal bending makes him run fast. Shooting at one more control panel and the blast doors come down completely Mayfeld sighs in relief unaware of the other person in the corridor with him.

Qin was able to find his way back to the ladder leading to the Crest just about to climb out of it when his limbs freeze in place on the ladder. Appearing from the shadows is Mando a blaster pointed at him, “Qin..” Mando says and the Twi’lek regains the feeling in his body as the girl they were after appears from behind Mando, and the bounty hunter can sense you standing beside him.

“You killed the others.” Qin asks and Mando is still staring at him, “You know what this kid can do?” He looks over at you and you’re silently watching him.

“They got what they deserved,” Mando responds. He hadn’t known exactly what you’ve could do but only caught what he saw on the surveillance camera what you did in the corridor with the four of them. It was only adding more information to an incomplete puzzle.

“You kill me, you don't get your money,” Qin holds his hands up when the blaster cocks back humming with energy, “Whatever Ran promised, I'll make sure you get it, and more. Come on, Mando….be reasonable.” Mando is silent as Qin tries persuading him, holding his wrist out willing to be detained if it bad the Mandalorian feel better.

“Huh? You were hired to do a job, right? So do it. Isn't that your code? Aren't you a man of honor?”

Zero finds the Child hiding in his room after looking for him around the ship. The Child raises his right hand ready to defend himself with a power he didn’t understand. A blast comes from the droid and the child looks at his hand surprised before the droid slumps over revealing the Mandalorian and yourself.

Entering the hangar on Ran’s space station, he looks surprised seeing the ramp come down and only Mando, Qin, and yourself are there. Qin and Mando walk down the ramp as Qin and Ran embrace.

“Where are the others?” Ran asks looking past him towards the ship expecting them to come out only meeting your gaze coldly looking back, your hand resting on your blaster.

“No questions asked. That's the policy, right?” Mando reminds him and Ran looks back nodding slowly,

“Yeah. That is the policy.”

“I did the job,” Mando says and Ran pulls out a bag of credits tossing it to him,

“Yeah, you did.”

Mando staring back just nods, “Just like the good old days.”

“Yeah, just like the good old days.” Ran returns the sentiment slightly reminiscing before Mando returns onto the ship closing the ramp but Ran couldn’t shake off the feeling of your gaze as the ramp closes before you turn away. Ran and Qin watch the Razor Crest power up and depart from the space station.

“Kill him,” Ran says out loud looking over at Qin before moving towards a panel and pressing a button. Lifting from below a gunship already beginning to power up.

Qin nods grabbing his belt feeling something, pulling it off seeing a beeping device, “What's this?” Ran’s eyes widen seeing the tracking beacon.

“That bastard.”

The Razor Crest narrowly avoids multiple X-wings exiting hyperspace. The three of you are seated as you leave this interesting mission behind. Mando unscrews the ball off the lever passing it to the child who happily accepts it.

“I told you that was a bad idea,” Mando says and you look over at him.

“You said? I was the one from the beginning!”

The child watches the two of you bickering as you continue your travels in the galaxy.

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Captain Koby x Reader

Unbreakable Bonds [Part 1/3]

Warnings: Upcoming smut in Part 2, slight swearing, mention of smoking

I apologize for upcoming spelling mistakes, but English is not my native language - hope you still enjoy it!

Everything was dark as my consciousness slowly seemed to return. My back hurts, as if I had fallen 5m and landed on a cold board. Probably because it was like that. Except that at the last second my fall was gentler than expected. Grumbling, I held my head, which was buzzing like it did after 3 nights of partying with Shanks and his crew. Still slightly dazed, I opened my eyes a crack and realized that I was in a dark, cold room with no windows to let in some light. Only the bars opposite of me, behind which I could see light and a lonely desk with a chair.

I sat up heavily and held my back the next second when a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to grit my teeth tightly to keep from accidentally crying out. Parts of my memory from yesterday flashed back to me and showed me how, after a fierce battle against the Marine, at some point I only saw smoke and was almost crushed under the wreckage when I tried to escape. But only almost. I can only vaguely remember the hint of something...pink. "What rubbish. Why did the damn Marine have to show up at exactly this time." To my right, I heard the click of a lock and decided to continue pretending to be asleep in order to perhaps find out more about my whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, Vice Admiral. Seems like the prisoner still hasn't woken up. I'm not surprised by the blow you gave her." "It doesn't matter. Sooner or later she'll have to wake up and talk. Those damn pirates are really nothing but trouble. We'll take her to Captain Koby's ship at the next port anyway. I have something else to do other than dealing with these annoying pirates. I'm sure he'll get something out of her,"came an annoyed voice, sounding so deep and rough, as if someone was inhaling nothing but smoke. But in a strange way it still sounded quite pleasant. "Ai ai Vice Admiral Smoker. We will inform the other ship immediately." The next moment the footsteps moved away again, but I stayed there until the door closed.

So Vice Admiral Smoker. It's a miracle I escaped with my life if he was the one chasing me. For all the hours that passed I tried desperately to find a way out, but unfortunately the Marine had thought these cells through really well, so in the end I had no choice but to give up and sit in a dark corner. "Then I guess I'll have to think about something while they try to transport me to the other ship." Sighing, I let my head fall against the wall behind me and stared at the ceiling. I still have these hazy memories of something pink, but I can't even think of what that could have been. "Hmm... I would be interested to know who I owe my life to. Even I would have barely survived a fight against Smoker." And so time passed until the ship finally seemed to dock at the next harbor. The only thing I noticed was the jerky movement of the ship as it was tied up, along with the hasty footsteps of the crew milling about on the deck above me, trying to prepare everything for a safe transport.

The next moment several Marines ran down the stairs and burst through the door. Everyone lined up, some seemed nervous and almost shitting their pants, while others showed no emotions and this was probably an everyday occurrence for them. A short time later he appeared in all his glory. Vice Admiral Smoker. Or how I liked to call him: Mr. Smoking hot. He looked at me grimly and I just responded with a mischievous grin. “Well, look at that. If that's not my good old Smokey." I slowly walked towards the bars and clutched them with both hands as I leaned closer to him. "I heard you wanted to push me away. And I thought we were finally getting closer." “Don’t even try it Y/N. That hasn't worked for me before and it won't work now either. We're transporting you over to Captain Koby's ship. He'll have more time for your little games than I do." Annoyed, he pulled the corners of his mouth down, at least as far as he could with two cigars in his mouth, before he gave the order to get me out of the cell and put me in chains.

On the way outside, after what felt like an eternity, I got some fresh air again and enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine on my skin. My eyes didn't seem too excited about the sudden brightness, though, so I had to squint them in order to not get blinded. "Smoker-kun!" A very bright and joyful voice came from a distance and seemed to be slowly approaching. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I could finally see clearly where we were. Near another ship I saw 2 strange figures. One had long blonde hair and a... very strange chin. When I looked at the other one next to him my body froze and my eyes went wide. That pink hair. No! That can't be! It was him...who saved me? A Captain of the Marines? "Come on! Move, you miserable priate scum!" One of the soldiers behind me pushed me forward with a shove in the back, I gave him an angry glance and continued to walk.

We walked straight towards the other ship and I could see more and more clearly who was actually standing in front of me. Captain Koby smiled and greeted his superior and then turned to me. Even though he didn't give me a smile like he did the Vice Admiral, I still felt a certain tenderness on his part. "Don't worry, Smoker-kun. Leave it to me. I'll get her to tell us something about the scroll." I looked at him in shock. The scroll! So that's why they hired someone as high as Smoker to target me. I twisted my mouth in annoyance and lowered my gaze to the floor. This could get funny.

#one piece #koby one piece #coby one piece #coby #koby #captaincoby #captainkoby #xreader #smut #lemon #fanfic #fanfiction #reader #smoker #vice admiral smoker #koby x reader #coby x reader #x reader

[carionto]

Not "Party Hard" Enough...

As the Galactic cruise ship "Vinogradova" exits hyper space, the wealthy guests congregate at their viewing stations for the scheduled milling about in fancy dress and secretly getting wasted while some tour guide recites Galactipedia about whatever planet they're orbiting now.

"Here we have the illustrious Nestrall'anwa II, a most unique ocean world due to it's near perfect stillness. Eons ago a cataclysmic event destroyed it's only moon, creating a temporary ring around the planet, which we can see in this holographic recreation."

A massive array of projectors from the cruise ship emanate around the planet itself, creating a literal holographic debris ring. A most spectacular sight indeed.

"The tectonic activity is unusual as well, the plates are all moving in roughly the same directions, a sort of secondary spin cycle if you think about it. The planet spins around its axis, and the crust rotates around the mantle. Though this will become more chaotic in about six million years when one of the smaller plates will catch up and start creating underwater mountains. It is estimated that one day this planet will be incredibly mountainous and likely be able to support life."

Suddenly, the ship was being hailed by a signal coming from the water planet. After the automated system verified it is a valid source, Human no less, they opened the channel. Instantly, they were greeting by loud and obnoxious Human music, Rock'n'Roll it is called.

"Sup dudes! We saw that light show you guys put up earlier, could you do it again? That shit was sweeeeeet! Surf up!" The audio message was followed by a strange single hand gesture emoticon with the first, second and fifth appendages extended, and the third and fourth bent inwards.

Upon complying with the Human's request, the crew decided to go into manual mode and check what the fuck was going on here.

Apparently, the Humans had set up a series of floating platforms on the planet, using typical resort and amusement design patters. The Humans were mostly engaged with consuming various colorful liquids, undulating in strange patterns on a colorful floor with a mirror ball drone floating overhead, and many more were on colorful boards of some kind. Standing upright and trying to keep balance. On waves.

Wait.

Uhh...

There's three moons now.

Um, Humans?

"Sup brah! Yeah we brought the moons over. This place looked dope, we were hoping for the perfect surf world, but it was so boring when we got here a few months back. But then my bro remembered he worked on one of those space experimental projects or whatever, but after running out of funding, they had some spare moons just lying around Jupiter. So we figured, 'Hey, nobody is using these, this planet needs some juice, win-win.' Amirite!

And, um, did the Coalition approve of the moving of celestial bodies into neutral systems, per the Jimothy Law?

"Pshaw, nah bruh. Paperwork is for the computers, we're meant for the thrill, dude or dudete or dudit. Dudethem? Dudio! Dudorama... wait, is it Deuteronomy? Dudada!"

The Human continued to count variations of the term for the next several minutes, perhaps inebriated by some kind of mind altering substance, though it can be hard to tell with some Humans.

The captain of the ship decided that it's beyond his pay and they're just gonna continue the tour. Some of the Human tourists and even a couple of heavily intoxicated others did decide to cut their trip short and visit this newly tidally active world with it's Human introduced activities. Surfs up!

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto

[silverskull]

Nobody asked me (i.e. the one Anon that has been going around asking EVERYONE "why Tim disrespected Lucy"), but yo. Show me you are emotionally immature, plotline inexperienced and have low critical thinking skills, without etc., etc.

Tiktok and IG are POISON. Like, neither of them are a community. Just rampant rumour mills and toxic takes. I miss the old days of boards and yahoo groups, where you had threads and categories and actual discussion.

I want the show to be popular. But the more people that have joined the fandom (however temporary they might be - and please, if you say you're going to go, then JUST. GO. I don't want you here.) the more awful the space has become. It's just anger, self centeredness and panic. And not even the fun kind.

I know I can mute and block, and I do - trust me. But it's not enough. The psychotic or infantile takes from one-line tiktok comments always makes its untraceable way back to my curated feed.

I used to be a baby in a fandom of elders. I had stupid ideas and childish notions. But I wasn't in an echo chamber and I had to read through threads and the wiser opinions of adults who had life experience (of life, of shows, of relationships - just experience) and I listened. I threw tantrums ("ugh, she's got boyfriends other than the one I ship her with, she's A WHORE") that were SO. BAD. Like, of their time, but so bad. But I couldn't help encountering reasonable opinions all the time, because of the nature of the group/board. And it not only developed my critical thinking skills far better than almost any theory I was studying at school, it calmed me and educated me on plotlines AND real life.

One line comments in a race to the bottom on IG or TT will never compare to that, and it's exacerbating the eternal panic element that exists in large fandoms. Those platforms are NOT designed for discussion or interaction, only for gathering numbers. The worst things will always get to the top and more people will see them

And then we all live with this constant edge of worry or fear, because where did that one weird thing I heard about come from??? What if it's right? Why does this stupid thought have to live in my brain now and how do I stop the nosedive?

And you can't. You can't find the original post and add your considered opinion. There is no room for that. TT and IG do not want your opinion. They want high-view content, and reasoned fandom discussion is NOT that.

Also, these phrases are IRRITATING AS FUCK:

-called it/calling it now

-just as I predicted!

-(actor) told me...

-"terrible writing"

-[the show creators] didn't expect this kind of fan reaction!

-if not X then I'm leaving! (doesn't leave)

Okay, peace.

#chenford #fandom #i want the youth to have what i had #but not if it ruins my experience

[ladyzimmerman]

Come Back To Me

Pairing: Commander Mills x Fem!reader

Words count: 926

Warnings: a little angst, a lot of fluff

According to station control, he would be gone for 3 months. He sighed as he looked over the manifest, his anxiety only tempered by your body heat next to him. He has been on missions far longer then this one, but this is different. He has you now. Someone he could lose if everything didn’t go completely to plan.

As he lets you sleep for a few more minutes he reminisces. He first saw you during his first week stationed here. He could tell you were a spitfire. You were arguing with a tech, a tablet in one hand and a decoder in the other. Clearly you were in charge and not happy.

He waited calmly, watching the tech leave. He had then cautiously approached you, feigning a question about his ship's propulsion system. He hoped the interaction didn’t end with a tablet to the face. He was surprised to meet soft eyes and a warm smile.

After your first encounter, he continued to visit you in the hanger after meetings. You guys would talk about everything and anything. He found out your name then. You graduated from the academy five years ago and have been stationed here for the last three years. He also found out your favorite food was pasta and you couldn’t stand techno music. You were perfect in his eyes.

You actually asked him out first. You guys had your first date at the M Diner just off base. He knew he was already head of heels for you and you had confessed to him over drinks that you had a crush on him. That you were obsessed with his tender eyes, smooth full lips and his goatee. He remembers kissing you right then and there. You had your first of many nights that night. You moved into his bunker three months later and were married a year after that.

When he found out his mission assignment he was less then pleased. He didn’t want to be away from you, you guys had only been married for six months. You soothed him that night with talk of honor and duty in your sweet voice. You guys made a plan for you to record transmissions and upload them with the scheduled updates. Normal communication would be impossible otherwise.

He promised you when he returned you guys would take scheduled leave. Go see all the planets you grew up dreaming about. He was secretly saving up for a new star cruiser to surprise you with. Perfect for the two of you.

His tablet beeped at him, bringing him back. 10 minutes until he had to board. He places the tablet down and wraps his arms around you. His sweet angel. He squeezes you slightly and nuzzles his face into your neck. Placing soft kisses there as you start to stir. "Baby?" You murmured. "What time is it?" “0540” he says, placing a kiss on your shoulder, putting your taste and soft skin to memory.

You turn in his arms and run your hands through his hair. “Ok” you say softly. He kisses your forehead, then your nose then your lips. “I love you darling.” "I love you too baby" you whisper against his lips. “It’s so early yet… do you really have to go now?” you ask as you rub your eyes. You are so sweet. He breathes your scent in, scanning your face, committing it to memory for those lonely nights. “I’m sorry, babe. Duty calls.”

“Okay” you sigh as you attempt to extract yourself. He holds on tight. “Will you see me off?” he says with a smirk. He immediately chuckles at the huff and single eyebrow raise. He squeezes you one more time as he swings his legs off the bed. He feels your calloused yet soft hands rub along his back. "Go get ready, and we can head down together”. He nods as he tares his eyes away from you as he walks into the bathroom.

He continues to feel uncertain as he finishes with his uniform. He knows he is more then qualified for this mission. He can do this. But they always carry a risk. He tries to put that aside and enjoy the time he has with you now.

You guys walk onto the lift outside of your bunker. He turns you to him as he takes in your angelic features. You place your hand in his and smile. "You will do great Commander" you say in your fakest professional tone. He snorts. "I know babe, I know I just will miss you so much" he says as he cups your face. "I will miss you too. Please come back to me" you reply as you cover his hand.

"Always"

He kisses you, hoping it tells you everything he can not at this moment. The lift stops with a ping. You separate as the doors open. He continues to hold your hand as you walk to the docking bay. “Commander Mills” the docking bay tech says with a nod. “Officer Mills” he nods to you. You nod back. The tech activates the door control panel and stands at attention. “Be safe” you say as you squeeze his hand one more time.

“I will and I love you, Y/N. I will always love you” he says, kissing your forehead. He steps forward into the door. He turns his head one more time to see you with tears in your eyes and your hand over your heart. He can and will do this. For you. His sweet angel.

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Credits to my dearest @srorgana1 ❤️

#commander mills #commander mills x reader #commander mills fluff #65movie #65 #adam driver #adcu #adam driver x reader

[amc-iwtv]

Is Lestat Racist?

I can't fathom how people can have the most grimdark interpretation that Lestat actually thinks Louis & Claudia are 'beneath' him solely because they are black BUT still want Loustat as a relationship to continue. It isn't that racists wouldn't date someone from a group they hate, it has been done. But I find it worth remarking on that people who think so little of Lestat, that he is a run-of-the-mill racist, a genuine slave master, and akin to a nazi are still out here gleefully participating in Loustat. I am not one to tell people what they ship or how to ship, not because I don't judge, I do, but because I you can't control people, so I don't try. Why do you want Louis with a blatant racist? I am confused. What pleasure do you get from viewing this relationship as Lestat actively wanting to racially dominate his family? You can say Lestat's actions have racist connotations and interpretations, without saying he without a doubt thinks his black family members are lesser beings? And that your interpretation is all there is and anything else is wrong. There is not one 'single' interpretation of a text, just some with more substantial evidence.

I choose to believe Lestat is acting without racial awareness (which is racist), he is treating the black versions of Claudia and Louis, the same way he would have treated white Claudia & Louis, which is racist because they aren't far off from slavery. He isn't looking at the optics, he's acting like a man blind to everything except the fact that he's losing control of his family. Lestat isn't an idiot, he sees race as a feature, and that smallminded people would see it as a lesser trait, but he doesn't understand why after Louis and Claudia become vampires, a part of his family, a part of his bloodline, they want to maintain racial ties and alliances and world view.

He doesn't think he's better than them because he is white, he thinks he's a father saying " I am the head of the household!" so he should be "respected & his words honored." When he says "I am your maker," He's saying, "I am your mother, I brought you into this work and I can take you out." Something my own mother has said to me many times. Because of this writers felt the need to hammer home that Louis is being viewed as a beleaguered battered housewife being led around by Lestat. (Even though he don't cook, he don't clean and earnt his ring suck-)

"But Claudia called him "massa" and made allusions to slavery", yeah because that is what teenagers do. To Lestat she's an ungrateful teenager acting up, throwing tantrums, and viewing him as a monster for being a disciplinary force. Lestat is hearing, "You won't let me dress how I want, go out past curfew, etc you're a dictator and this house is hell!" Because the writers decided to take all the dynamics of the plain white-bread nuclear family and imprint them onto these vampires, but escalate everything to the vampire level. So like Jacob said, "It's a fight about who puts out the bins." but given an escalation x 1000.

My beef with the writers is that they took a relatively ambiguous complex book and made it so much simple and clear. We can't debate whether Claudia had the right to kill Lestat because instead of Lestat giving pissy little verbal threats, he actually does choke out Claudia and beat Louis. Instead of Lestat sheltering Louis and Claudia from the vampire world, isolating them from their history by never giving them knowledge and having them live in fear of the unknown, he literally drags Claudia back home kicking and screaming. So Claudia cannot be interpreted any other way except as a righteous liberator, and Louis a victim, or they are liars. Claudia and Louis's accounts barely vary except when Claudia started to hate Louis towards the end, so they can't go back on their depiction of the abuse without painting Claudia and Louis as liars. So this gives credence and believability to everything Claudia says, instead of her words and motivations going under a microscope like every other insane person in this relationship. They even do the unreliable narration thing wrong lmao.

To me, the writers aren't making some grand declaration about the nature of interracial family dynamics, if they are it is sloppy af. The racial discussion in this show isn't that complex babes. They are taking all the subtle metaphors, and allusions of the novel and making them so overt, to the point they are beating us over the head with it. You can see it in the way they sidelined religion and philosophy in this series, despite it being a big part of the books. They have cut the fat, removed all the gray areas, and are giving us Explicit Sex and Explicit Abusive family dynamics, now with a racial lens that colors everything more negatively. And this is my interpretation, and I can say it without needing to make people feel like idiots or racists for disagreeing or having an interpretation that I do not support. Please become more sane and respectful to each other or block liberally and live in peace! The constantly attacking and demonizing people at random for having any opinion that differs...

#louis de pointe du lac #louis de pointe du black #claudia iwtv #claudia de pointe du lac #loustat #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #vampire chronicles #lestat de lioncourt

[phopollo]

WIPs: Sketchbook fake dating AU, and She is looking respectfully!

AKFKS

OKAY, s o

Both of these are comics focused around the ship Sketchbook (or Kaisanna as I recently found out they're also called akdns) from Hilda

Sketchbook Fake Dating AU: This is more long form comic I've been posting in multiple parts! As of the time of posting this, there are 5 updates to it!

The general plot of it is "what if after the events of season 3, where Hilda's previously absent father came back into their lives, Johanna wanted to make sure he knew there was absolutely no chance of them getting back together?" Because what could possibly go wrong when you're doing that by saying that you're seeing someone else now??

Right??? Your ex and your child would never want to meet your new partner right???? You've only been single for 13 years, it's no big deal!!

So clearly it's going to go great and all according to plan when she asks the cool mysterious librarian to be her pretend girlfriend for the evening at an awkward family dinner the same evening said Librarian needs to get out of a social obligation, and nobodies going to catch feelings for real!!

As I said, there's already 5 parts of it out currently! The super awkward dinner just finished, and in the future I'm going to be exploring the shenanigans that push them into accidentally becoming a real couple after the gossip mill spreads their little lie of seeing each other to reaches much further thsn either anticipated or expected

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She Is Looking Respectfully: This is going to be a short, one off comic! The idea came to me shortly after posting that one drawing of Buff Johanna and someone requesting a reaction to her muscles from Kaisa haha

Because as a fandom, I'm sure the one thing we can all agree on is that Johanna has a lot one could oggle at, between being super pretty and also having big strong mechanic arms

The more I thought about how much there was of Johanna for Kaisa to look at, the funnier I began to think it was that no one had anything to say about what Kaisa had that Johanna could look at aside from her cool hair

So, the short and skinny of it is; I think Johanna should get a turn to look Respectfully at Kaisa the way the rest of the fandom was looking Respectfully at Johanna when I drew her with her muscles that first time

And I will also say about it-- return of the Tildy Hat outfit

Mmmmm I think that about sums up what I wanted to say about these two?

Twirling my hair

If either of them gets requested again, perhaps I'll share some wip screenshots,,,

#art #digital art #ask game #hilda netflix #netflix hilda #hilda series #hilda the series #sketchbook hilda #hilda sketchbook #kaisanna #kaisa hilda #hilda kaisa #kaisa the librarian #hilda librarian #johanna hilda #hilda johanna

[ltwilliammowett]

Why the sea is salty

As far as that is concerned, there are several solutions, but there are two in the Baltic Sea region and I will present them to you here:

Once upon a time there was a kind-hearted boy who had no one but his old, blind grandmother. When he left school, he wanted to become a ship's boy and set off on his first voyage. But when he saw how his new comrades were doing great things with their money while he had nothing at all, he was very sad and complained to his grandmother. She listened to him in silence and reflected a little. Then she went into her room, searched here and there, until she came across a small, old mill. She handed it to the boy and said carefully, "This mill is yours. Now hear what you have done with it.

If you say, 'Mill, mill, grind these things for me right here,' it will grind what you want. If you say, "Mill, mill, stand still, because I want nothing more," she will stop. But be secretive with everyone, otherwise your luck will run out!" The boy thanked him happily and took his leave. Soon the big talk about money started again. The boy had hidden his lucky mill in a secluded corner.

Now let's see what it can do, he thought and said quietly to her: "Mill, mill, grind me red ducats right here!" Then she began to grind lots of bright gold coins. One after another fell clinking into his cap, and when it was so full and heavy that he could hardly hold it, and two ducats were already rolling over the planks, he said quickly, "Mill, mill, stand still, because I want nothing more!" She stopped immediately.

That was a blessing! Now he was the richest of all on board and could proudly show off his gold foxes when they bragged about their cash. But if there was a shortage of provisions, and since they had a terrible miser as captain of the ship, this happened every few days, the boy stepped up to his mill and said: "Mill, mill, grind me some fresh rolls right here!" Then she ground and ground until he told her to stop. Whatever else he wanted, the little mill gave him.

Sometimes his companions asked him where he got all these beautiful things. But he knew how to keep his secret and said: "Let the old miser take his supplies home with him. Go on, have at it, we don't need to ask him any more!" Yes, he was always happy to share with them and they were content with that.

Somehow the ship's captain got wind of the little marvel. How frightened the boy was when he had to come to him in the cabin one evening and was harshly told: "You get your mill right now and grind me some young chickens or I'll have you thrown overboard!" The boy was desperate, but he didn't want to tell everyone just yet. He went off, recited his little saying and came back with a basket of young chickens.

Now the ship's captain was furious and beat him right and left, finally knocking him to the ground, until he gave in in his great distress, fetched the mill and revealed how it could be made to grind. However, he did not reveal the other saying that had to be said if it was to stop, and the ship's captain, in his grim joy, forgot to ask him about it. Once, when the boy was alone on deck, the captain pushed him backwards into the sea. He simply told the crew that the boy had had an accident and believed that this was the end of the matter.

But it wasn't, as he was soon to find out. He sat down to eat in the cabin, and as there was a shortage of salt, he reached for the mill and ordered: "Mill, mill, grind me white grains of salt right here!" She ground white salt. The next moment the bowl was full and the ship's captain called out: "Stop, that's enough!" But she continued grinding. "Stop it, stand still!" No matter what he said, she kept on grinding. The captain sat rigidly. The cabin was already beginning to fill with salt. Then he grabbed the mill and reached out to throw it overboard. The swing went wrong and he was hit so hard that he fell to the ground, stunned.

The little mill ground incessantly, more and more salt poured out of it until the whole ship was full and began to sink. Once again, the captain pulled himself together and cut the mill into many small pieces with his sharp sword. Now each piece became a mill again, just like the first one, and they all ground white grains of salt at the same time. The ship was lost, it sank, and the little mills with it. They have been grinding at the bottom of the sea ever since.

Even if someone called out the right words to them, they were far too deep to hear them. They have continued to grind the grains of salt for many, many years, and that is why the seawater is so salty.

The Danish version reads as follows:

Once upon a time, the Swedish king gave the Danish king two giantesses to operate a magical mill that could produce all kinds of things. One day, however, the giantesses, who were tired and angry with the king for never letting them rest, joined forces with the enemy, who attacked Denmark and kidnapped the giantesses on a ship.

Now the enemies wanted salt themselves and while still on board they were ordered to produce salt with the mills: they made so much of it that the ship sank under the weight. Even today, they continue to grind at the bottom of the sea, because no one told them to stop…

And that is why the sea is salty.

There are countless other variations, but mostly it's a magic mill that grinds salt and makes the sea salty.

#naval history #naval legend #why is the sea salty ? #age of sail

[kingkatsuki]

Jo Jo Jo!

I want to know what Bakugous courting of you was like!! How did he approach you, go about showing his interest 👀 I don’t think I’ve asked about that yet. How many dates do you go on before THE pro hero Dynamight announces he’s not single?

This was a question that I don’t think I’d ever really thought about before, like whenever I think of my self-ship with Bakugou we’ve always just been together?

But I love the idea of falling in love long distance? So maybe we’re in a huge, huge gaming server together and I end up saying something that Bakugou completely disagrees with— so we end up having a back and forth which is 80% banter and 20% serious as we kinda roast each other.

And poor Kirishima (who I don’t even know) has to come in and break it up, with my friends telling me that he’s not worth my energy.

So we both just stay in the server but we don’t talk to each other again after that.

Until a few weeks later I’m talking to Kirishima about the game, and he’s actually so frigging lovely and sweet so when Bakugou sees it, he finds himself getting jealous even though there’s nothing to get jealous over. But he sees me talking about my fave characters and he starts to find himself warming up to me.

And then one night I face reveal and Kirishima messages Bakugou like “dude, she’s hot” but maybe part of him doesn’t believe it’s me or something.

And then he slides into my dms one night when he saw me post something about work being shit or something and he ends up talking to me all night— even though he’s got patrol in a few hours and we know he’s grumpy as fuck with no sleep.

I end up thinking he’s a catfish because when he sends me photographs I have no idea who Dynamight is— but when he says he’s a Pro-Hero and I Google him I don’t believe him for ONE second.

Weeks go by and we end up doing voice calls, exchanging numbers and doing little video chat dates where we have to press play on the movie at the same time or we screen share someone’s laptop to watch or we play video games together. And he orders me takeout, and (reluctantly) let’s me do the same for him— and he asks me out even though we’re thousands of miles away. Sends me huge bouquets of flowers, and content for my games.

Definitely doesn’t announce his relationship to the public until he meets me, but he makes it abundantly clear to everyone and anyone that he’s not looking and he’s not interested. Which has the rumour mill spinning as to why he isn’t interested—

And he’s the one that buys me a plane ticket to go and visit him, so we do the cute meet at the airport hug thing😭

Bakugou is such a tease online though, so he posts the most cryptic photo of us on his Instagram account— and it’s just a pic of me laying on his chest asleep while he takes a photograph in the mirror so all you can see is us laying down together and my hair so the internet basically blows up trying to find out and connect the dots.

#bakujo