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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Steven grant being a soft dom? Make it as nsfw as your heart desires 😁

Dear simpforbritgents, THANK YOU for asking for Steven <3 Perfect timing for the Moon Knight anniversary ;) I feel like there is a criminal lack of fanfiction about this lovely man. Writing him dominant was a little difficult at first but I think I did it. I hope you enjoy my smutty little smut smut. It´s purely indulgent because I just LOVE an anxious gentleman. EXPLICIT. Minors, be GONE!! I apologise for any missinformation about their condition/terminology

Summary: Two idiots in love and an alter that´s had enough of the pining

Word count: 4.757

Warnings: comfort/fluff, kissing, making out, teasing, lovemaking, desperate PinV, no protection (Wrap it up, guys!!!), little angsty, immense fluff

“I´m sorry, love. I´m sorry, I know. I´m late.” Rounding the counter of the gift shop hurriedly, Steven was panting. His ink black hair was slightly plastered to his forehead, little droplets of perspiration gathering at his temple. He gave you an apologetic smile as he kicked his bag underneath the counter. You grinned back mischievously at your best friend, leaning your hip sassily against the countertop and crossing your arms. “Did Marc give you a hard time again?” you asked. His slightly bloodshot eyes went round as saucers and he hissed in a panicked voice “Don´t say that out loud,___. Aside from you, nobody knows about this.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “There´s nobody here yet, Steven, calm down.” He gave you a sour look as you giggled. Steven sighed deeply rubbing his dark circled eyes. “I think the muppet went out drinking last night. I feel proper shit.”

Just as he said it an obnoxious sound reached your ears. The insistent clearing of a throat. “Don´t think I didn’t notice you being late again, Stevie.” Steven closed his eyes in defeat and turned to look at the blond. “Mornin´ Donna.” Her beady eyes shot in your direction for a moment, knowing well you wouldn’t take much of her shit. She usually preferred to berate Steven when you weren’t around. You had no problem snapping back at her the moment she overdid it, especially when it came to your best friend. You were quite fond of Steven. Well, that was a gods damn lie. You were head over heels for the anxious, not knowing how good he looks brit. He didn’t need to know that though. It was wishful thinking even though you´d accepted his issues and tried to help him as best you could. Steven had bigger problems than losing his best friend over silly feelings he didn’t return.

When you noticed that something was up with him and he finally confided in you (after massive arguments with Mark as he told you later), he was so scared you´d deem him a freak and leave. He told you about everything. About Marc and what he had been through. About how he, Steven, came to be. He told you about Konshu and Layla and Harrow, about what happened in Egypt. You went almost crazy when one day he´d just vanished without a trace for days. Steven always said he owed you that explanation. Although he didn’t have to deal with Konshu anymore, Marc, he couldn´t and wouldn´t let go. You understood completely. And yet, you still had to meet Marc in person. Sometimes when Steven knew you wouldn’t have time to spend with him, he´d let Marc take over to spend time with his wife. And every time, Steven came back to work either with a hangover or hickeys scattered across his collarbone and scratch marks down his arms. Those marks hurt. You knew it was Marc and damn it, he was a married man but still…Sometimes you just whished you could mark Steven up just as much. Showing his alter that he was yours, although he wasn’t.

Steven was mortified the first time he connected the dots about these marks and swore by the life of Gus, he couldn’t remember anything. That Marc made sure he would never, ever be involved. Not that Marc´s ego would allow it anyway.

“I really don´t give a rat´s behind what you do all night, Stevie, but come in late one more time and ___ will work the desk alone from now on.” Donna´s head nodded in your direction and you fixed her with a stone cold glare. “It´s Steven, Donna. Ste-ven. One would think an oh so educated career women such as yourself would be able to hold onto that tiny bit of information” you seethed. Donna´s neck turned pink as she gave a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Steven turned to you with a proud smile. “I wish I had the comebacks you have” he said with a crooked grin. You gave him a smirk and leaned closer to him, looking into his glittering dark eyes. “I´ll gladly teach you, my young Padawan.” Steven´s smile widened even more. “Now come on. These highly authentic gummy scarabs aren´t going to sell themselves” you sang.

Steven mind was reeling even after you leaned back into your own space and began restocking the shelves of the gift shop. His heart was beating in his throat manically and once again he cursed his hesitation. He had it bad for you ever since he heard you berate Donna for the first time for calling him Stevie. His heart warmed every time he saw you, his pulse picking up every time he heard you quietly humming to yourself. He had to force his eyes away from your figure every time you wore one of those bloody summer dresses.

Seriously, man, he heard Marc sigh in his head. How many times do I have to tell you? When you´re in front, go for it! Pursue her, for crying out loud. It´s kind of getting old that you´re always just beating it to the thought of her. Steven spluttered some excuse and immediately made a beeline to the employee bathroom. Locking the door behind him he stomped over to the mirror and was met with the reflection of a sly grinning Marc. “Will you stop?!” he hissed, cheeks aflame. Marc rolled his eyes. Come on, Steven. It´s getting pathetic. It´s happening almost every night now. Aren´t you tired of that? Wouldn’t you rather have her panting underneath you, hmm? Her shaking thighs around your waist? Her perky- “Stop talking about her like that!” Steven yelled and immediately gave the door a panicked look. Marc´s reflection lifted his palms in apology. All right, you´re right. That was a bit out of line but, Steven…you´re head over heels for this woman. It´s getting painful to look at. Will you please just talk to her? Take her out on a date? Fuck her senseless so we can sleep again?

Steven groaned as image after image invaded his mind, making his palms sweat. He exhaled a long breath. Of course he knew Marc was right. It was getting a little ridiculous. The way he thought about you when he was pleasuring himself? Pure filth! Every night! He shook his head. “I know” he admitted, looking at Marc in the mirror. “I know I need to do something but…Marc…what if she doesn’t feel the same? I can´t…I can´t lose her, Marc. That would quite literally rip me apart.” Marc´s expression changed from sly to understanding. Nodding and rubbing his face he tried to encourage his brother. I´m not the most sensitive guy anymore, that´s way more up your alley. I see the way she looks at you though. I see Layla´s expressions in her eyes sometimes. If that helps. Steven lifted his head, his eyes big and hopeful. I can give you some tips I guess. But then it´s up to you. You´re not me. She´s not into me. Remember that. The moment her tongue is in your mouth, I´m gone, dude.

“I´d say that´s what I´d expect, yea?” Steven said with a small smile. His stomach was twisting with nerves. He needed Marc´s help to get anywhere with you. And although he was terrified to confess, he was sure he´d burst at the seams any day now if he wouldn’t be able to make his feelings known. It caused him physical pain.

Tonight was movie night. Perfect. He would have to do something tonight, lest he spend this night as well with his hand around his cock, imagining your blissed out face as you came violently around him.

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You knocked on Steven´s door like every Friday night and like every Friday night, Steven opened the door with a smile. Something was different though. It looked like he had just jumped out the shower and your eyes went momentarily wide. Your pulse started to race when your gaze drifted from the water droplets running down his neck to his tousled hair and…the sweatpants. The bloody sweatpants. He didn’t seem to notice your ogling when he turned on his heel and said “Come on in, popcorn´s almost ready, love.”

Shaking your head and trying hard not to look at his firm behind you entered what somehow suddenly felt like a lion’s den. Your skin erupted in goosebumps when you took a look around. You always loved his messy apartment. This time though it seemed like he made some kind of effort. His bed clearly visible in the back was made, the dining table void of any books and notes and….was it warmer in here than usual?

You made your way over to his couch and sat down, stiffer than you usually did. When Steven rounded the bookshelf, bowl of popcorn in hand you had to swallow hard. Was it just your imagination or did his hips swing more than usual? Did he always used to wear shirts that fitted? Since when were his arms this bulgy? Letting your eyes wander shamelessly you also noticed something else. Something lower…something in his sweatpants…Holy bloody hell!

Hastily you averted your eyes. The temperature in your body rising steadily and your breath getting shallower, only one more sentence seemed to form in your brain. He´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear!!!

Steven plopped down next to you, reaching for the remote. He sat up slightly when he did, set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and as he sat back down it wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you. He was much closer now. So close you could feel his scorching heat burn into your thigh, arm and shoulder. What the hell was going on? It´s not like you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary. Your head was reeling, body pulsing. Slowly you sank deeper into the cushions of his couch, leaning towards him even more.

While the movie was playing, the sensations his closeness invoked were rising and rising. His scent invaded your every breath. Firewood, cotton and something close to caramel. The pressure you felt right between your legs almost became impossible to ignore. With a little groan you tried to rub your legs together as discreetly as you could but….“You alright, love?”

“Huh?” your head whipped towards Steven who was already staring at you. Not looking, staring. His eyes were intense but soft. Unblinking his dark irises were fixed on yours, his nose almost touching yours while your panting breath escaped your lips. “Are you hot?” he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. “W-What?” you croaked dryly. “Is it too hot for you in here, darlin´?” His voice was smooth as butter. Quiet and silken. You almost went cross eyed as you tried not to look at his full lips. “A little…maybe” you breathed. Stevens mouth quirked upwards into a grin you hadn’t seen before. A small thought made its way into your foggy brain like a small flickering light. “Let me get you something to cool down then, yea?” As he said it, he leaned in just a tiny bit more, lightly and carefully bumping the tip of his nose with yours.

You kissed breathing goodbye.

The moment he stood up and passed right in front of you, his round cheeks right in front of your face, you knew…you knew he heard how you almost choked on your own saliva. Suddenly that flickering light in your head turned into a lit match.

“Marc!” you said a little too loudly and clambered from the couch. Steven, or Marc, froze into place by the fridge. You walked over to him slowly on shaky legs. You observed how his strong shoulders tensed and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Are you?...Marc?” you asked carefully, standing only 6 feet behind him now. He let out a sigh and let his head hang as he sheepishly turned around. No Marc. This was definitely your Steven. His ears and cheeks were tinted flaming pink when he looked at you with slightly hooded eyes.

“Afraid it´s just me, love” he said, disappointment lacing his baritone voice. Immediately your body reacted to his tone with a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Just….you? Steven, what…?” you took a step towards him. He lifted his hands and ruffled his own still damp hair and groaned. After taking another big, big breath he turned to you fully and looked you square in the eyes. Something aching visible on his beautiful face.

“I´m sorry,___. I asked Marc to help me with this but I think we both went a little overboard. What was I thinking? I´m not bloody smooth. I´m awkward and I babble when I´m nervous which is all the time when I´m around you. It´s a good nervous. Such a good nervous but did I have the bloody balls to do something about it? No. I needed help from my alter that actually gets laid. He told me! He told me `Steven, don´t forget, she´s into you, not me. Don’t try to be me`. And that´s exactly what I did! I´m such a muppet. You´re the only person I ever wanted to impress or cared about what they thought of me. You´re wonderful, you´re strong, you´re beautiful, you´re…you´re…” by the end of his sentence he was breathless. Still staring at you, gauging for your reaction, his eyes looked at you with worry, fear and hope. It was a look that would forever be imprinted into your brain. Especially when you knew immediately that you wanted to take him out of his misery. You smiled at him as warmly as you could and closed more distance.

“Steven, you wonderful man” you said fondly. His eyes blitzed at the compliment. “How could you think that I would want anyone that is not you?” Slowly you raised your hands and encased his face, his eyes wide. His hands twitched when they lifted to your waist. “And just so you know, you are smooth. Very much so, darling. Got me all flustered” you grinned. His shy laugh made your heart sing. Stevens hand slowly moved up and down your sides before he gently pulled you closer until your chests were touching. “You mean that?” he asked, a little uncertainty still lingering in his voice. “Uhum” you nodded your head softly, tilting it a little to brush your nose with his. He took a shaking breath before his grin let his teeth show. “___” he rumbled your name softly. It caused a shiver to run down your spine in the most delicious way. “Can I?”

Softly nodding you closed your eyes contently, his breath fanning your face and your heart going ballistic. The way he pressed his lips to yours was not hesitant or shy. It was a determined encasing of your lower lip. Soft and insistent. A bolt of lightning shot through your body and as he moved one hand to the back of your head opening his mouth to you, a long happy groan escaped you. It was magical the way his lips moved over yours. A hunger you weren’t used to rose in your belly so the moment he introduced his hot tongue into the kiss your arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to you. A surprised breath escaped him but he didn’t stop. His arm wound around the small of your back, lifting you momentarily.

His tongue gliding over yours made your head foggy yet again. “Steven” you mumbled against his mouth. “Steven…more.” He groaned long and deep. “My pleasure, love” he said happily. You yelped when he scooted down and quite literally threw you over his shoulder, walking briskly over to his bed. Giggling like a maniac he threw you onto the mattress and quickly made his way above you. Swallowing hard you looked at his smiling face. His eyes even darker now, his lips kiss swollen and shining. His elbows held him up while you slowly opened your legs to make room for his narrow hips. Snuggling closer he started pecking your face and neck lightly and lovingly. “Sweet, sweet girl. Been dreaming of this so much. You´re so soft, my love. So warm.” His mumbled praises went right to your nether regions and you could feel your panties dampen. His weight between your legs was comforting and arousing at the same time. Your hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest as he started suckling your neck. “Steven….Steven, please” you said with a whine and arched your back into him.

“Please what, love? Come on, birdie. Use your words.” His confidence sparked something in you. “Please. I want you, Steven. Want to feel you.” He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your jaw, making you shiver and grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging. It came off in a second, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. Forget damp panties, they were proper drenched now by the sight of his toned chest and shoulders. “Fuck” you huffed and let your hands wander. His fiery gaze raked over your heaving chest. “Your turn, birdie.” Nodding quickly he helped you get rid of your shirt and bra. Once your breasts were freed he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Heavens, please. Please let me put my mouth on you” he panted. You only had time to nod once before he surged down and carefully and languidly sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Again you felt a bolt surge down your body and a long moan escaped your lips. Your hips lifted towards him and now you could clearly feel his arousal pressing insistently against your pussy. “Shit” he rasped against your chest, switching to the other nipple. His hand splayed out over the small of your back and quite literally yanked you upwards while grinding against you. A long, ragged groan mixed with your own high pitched sigh created a melody only you and him were able to compose.

Sweat started to coat your body as he was still grinding, suckling and grabbing every slither of naked skin he could find. All your thoughts were occupied by him. The sweet scent of arousal, sweat and him invaded your nose and brain unlike anything you´d ever experienced. “You´re a dream come true” Steve panted, lifting his head and looking at you like you were everything he´d ever wanted. A feeling of overwhelming fondness and attraction tightened your chest and very specific words formed on your tongue. Too occupied with the sensation of his hard cock rubbing just right against the already wet patch on your pants, the words just spilled. “Fuck, Steven. Feels so good, don’t stop, please. I love you.”

His mouth stopped abusing your nipple. Within a second his eyes were trained on yours. Blown wide open he stared at you. “Say it again” he said lowly. “Say it again, please.” You could hear the pleading in his voice. Swallowing hard, your hands moved to the back of his neck and played with his luscious curls. “I love you” you whispered.

Like a dam breaking you saw his eyes water slightly, an incredulous breath bubbling up from his chest. In a second he was on you. Kissing you like a man starved, moving his hips more insistently against you. You threw your head back before you could think too much about the fact that he hadn´t said it back yet. “Darling,” he panted. “Little bird, you have no idea how much I…How often I dreamt of those words. Please let me have you, please, please.” You were sure you were going cross eyed at this point. With a rushing in your ears you clung to him. “Want you in me. Steven, please. Now. Want you so much.”

The last bit of his restraint snapped and with a feral growl he basically clawed the rest of your clothes off of you. Completely bare to him you reached out and pushed down his sweatpants. Quickly he wriggled out of them, kind of awkwardly but none of you could mind it that much.

“You sure?” he grunted while grabbing his cock an tugging on it. “Steven, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t fill me up right this second I´m going to lose my mind!” He grinned and grabbed your thighs in a vice like grip, yanking you towards him. “C´ mere then, little bird” he said.

Not waiting for any preparation, just pure lust and desperation to feel each other fuelling you, he grabbed the backsides of your thighs and pushed them back and further apart. Situating himself between them he took his dick into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “Little bird” he breathed raggedly when he pushed himself into you.

“Gods, Steven” you choked out as he bottomed out. Clawing at his back squirming you needed a minute to adjust. He stilled and screwed his eyes shut in concentration. “Don’t move, my love” he pressed out. “Don’t move. I´m goin´ to cum, fuck.” You tried to stay as still as you could but the sensation of his pulsing dick inside of you made it a herculean task. Little desperate whimpers left your mouth as you stared up at his face. His eyebrows were still pinched, his jaw set. When he opened his eyes again they immediately locked on yours. Your hands made their way onto his back, splaying out and clearly feeling the goosebumps there. A shudder ran down his curved spine as he leaned over you more, never breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “I love you so damn much, my bird.” The breath you didn’t notice you were holding escaped your lungs in a rush. As you pulled him down to you yet again his weight settled perfectly on top of you. Steven kissed you while he started moving his hips again and a sensation unlike anything you´d ever felt rocked your body up into his.

“Steven” you mumbled, pressing his face closer to your collarbone. Chuckling lightly he hummed to let you know he was listening. “What-What are you doing to me? You feel so fucking good. Oh, oh fuck.” You could feel how your comments affected him and his determination to make you feel as good as possible. He whines low in his throat, licking one broad stripe up your neck to the underside of your ear. His hot breath fanning the shell of your hear he panted. “I almost came just by entering your beautiful, wet pussy. You´re perfect for me. Just for me. Mine.” His last word was punctuated with a sharp thrust into your hips making you yelp and claw at his back.

“Fuck! Do that again. Steven, move. Please.” He didn’t hesitate and started moving quicker on top of you, holding you in his arms. Burying his face into your neck, moaning, he grinded his pelvis against you in a way that definitely made you cross eyed this time. Your mouth was wide open, your head thrown back and one hand fisted in the soft sheets below you.

“Y-Yours” you managed to croak out as another high pitched moan escaped you. His dick reaching a spot inside you that made your vision blurry from tears. “Mine” Steven panted above you. When your vision zeroed in on his face again he looked magnificent. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his eyes were as black as his hair that lay tousled against his head. His eyes bore an intensity that made your stomach clench and the low simmer of your orgasm erupted into a boiling inevitability.

“You´re mine,___” he said as he looked into your hooded eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his even more. “Say it” he said with another pressure filled grind of his hips. “Say you´re mine and I´ll let you cum.”

“I´m yours, Steven. Always have been. Fuck, I don’t want anybody else. Please, baby, please, I wanna cum.” The tears that fell down the sides of your face were captured by his lips. “Okey, baby” he said with a sly smile and went up on his hands, positioning himself for the last stretch. “Hold on to me, birdy.” Your arms went around his neck without thinking what he might have warned you about.

You found out the next second.

Steven wasn´t the biggest you´ve ever had but by far the one who knew best how to use the movement of his hips. He didn´t push in what didn’t need to be pushed and didn’t bruise the underside of your thighs. He moved his lower body into you in naturally flowing motions that made your brain stop sending important messages to your body like breathing. As his hips picked up speed and his groans above you became more voluminous you again felt your orgasm approaching further.

“___, fuck. Hmmm, fuck, little one. That´s it. Can feel you´re close. Come on, sweetheart. ´M right behind you. Let me have it, give it to me!”

“Steven, oh gods…I´m so close. Please. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Almost each of your words was spiralled higher by his hips, his hot dick and his grabbing hands on your ribs and shoulder. You felt your whole body clench. Your knees pulled up and back further to make his dick slip in further with each stroke, your arms around his wide shoulders pressing him further into you.

“That´s it! That´s it!” he groaned and started quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Only a few moments later your hazy brain registered how your mouth opened and a short, delicious scream came from your throat. Your body seized all movement before you began shaking. The pleasure that surged through your veins shot into every corner of your body. From your toes to your scalp your skin was buzzing and burning. “Steven” you whined and grabbed his hair. “St-Steve-hnnn, oh my gods. Fuck, yes. Yes, don’t stop! I´m cumming, I´m cumming, Steven. Fuck. Shit….Arrrhhgg!”

“Fuuuuuuck, little bird, you´re so gorgeous. Come on, baby, just a little more for me. Ughhn, that´s right. Clench around me again. Goin´ to fill you up so good. Leave your marks on me” Steven was almost babbling as helplessly as you as he gave you these demands. Through the sheen of red and golden flecks dancing over your blurred vision you turned your head and as you lover was desperately rutting into you, you bit his neck right underneath his ear.

Stevens hand shot out to hold onto the bookshelf behind his bed as a masterfully sinful moan passed his lips and his orgasm took him. “Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, so good. So damn good. Fuckin´ ell, ahh!”

A few more rolls of his hips until his ragged breath calmed a little. With one last whiny groan he collapsed onto you.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, little kisses, nips and licks to necks and faces, the both of you lay in each other´s arms, facing each other. Steven had gotten up for only a minute to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and after, pulled a sheet over your still slightly shivering bodies. “We sweat a little. Don’t want you to catch a cold just laying here.”

Your hand moved over his back slowly as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. You heard Steven chuckling lovingly, gracing your forehead with several little pecks before whispering. “Sleep, lovie. I´ll be right here when you wake up. Relax, I´ve got you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that left you before you mumbled “I love you too”. He guided your head into the crook of his neck, snuggling you as close as he could. Did you sweat? Yes. Did your bodies still carry the scent of your lovemaking? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

Would you look at that, Steven! You did it. Atta boy.

Steven rolled his eyes when he heard Marc´s voice but couldn’t contain the happy, dorky grin that split his lips as he cuddled your evenly breathing body.

“Shut up, Marc” he whispered as quietly as he could.

Apparently not quiet enough. He could feel your lips move against his throat when you mumbled the words that made him giggle with happiness and pride.

“Yeah, shut up, Marc.”

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Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ;) I´d be very happy if you left a comment, like or reblog this fic. I´m still trying to get my foot in the door when it comes to fanfiction writing.

Have a wonderful day, everyone <3

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ubejamjar · 13 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagged by the darling @thevikingwoman ! Thank you ❤️

Tagging (with much affection): @viiioca @pumpkinmagekupo @paintedscales @thewitchofelpis @otherworldseekers @sasslett @khaiens

Ajisai is what happens when you take a girl from a Doman backwater, beat Imperial rhetoric into her, then set her loose in Limsa Lominsa . She’s rough around the edges, but, gods be damned, she’s trying. Very “If I don’t laugh I’ll cry.”

Remember, you can take the rat out of the street but you can’t take the street out of the rat.

1) “I’m not trying to provoke anyone,” she protests, because that would suggest she hadn’t succeeded. 2) “What in the hells is ‘crudités’?” 3) “Respectfully, I disagree— that is a stupid idea.” 4) “I am well aware this is none of my business, that’s why I’m doing it.” 5) “No no, don’t stress yourselves out, I’ll handle it.” 6) “It does sound stupid when you say it, which is why I’m doing the talking.” 7) “When in doubt, run and hide. Scream at your own discretion.” 8) “I brought you flowers because I— you look— you are— you fight well.” 9) “Actually it’s ‘And to each soul, the Fury imparts a trial; by fire and ice shalt thou be tested, and through perseverance shall thy spirit be tempered’. Honestly, it’s as if you’ve never read the scriptures.” 10) “That wasn’t a stupid question— you just gave a stupid answer. It’s indicative of lackluster critical thinking skills.” 11) “I believe I misunderstood what a ‘high society party’ would entail and I must say I am sorely disappointed.” 12) “I am not above selling my body. The problem is no one can afford me. It’s tragic, really.” 13) “It’s alright, little star. Nothing’s going to harm you, not while I’m here.” 14) “I wasn’t going to ask if you slept well, I know you didn’t. I was asking if you’d like cream and sugar with your coffee.” 15) “It’s called a ‘charcuterie board’ because the nobility would never serve their guests ‘cheese and cold meats on a plank’.” Ajisai slips on her best Ishgardian impression with a haughty wave of her hand, “Pray Reynardanaud, prepare a charcuterie, we’re expecting the Lord and Lady de Dullard for dinner this evening, and you know how the lord loves his meat.”

I don’t have any actual WiPs at the mo. For writing. I have two art WiPs and a fucking character profile I need to finish and an ask box crying, pleading to be emptied. These are like if Ajisai had dialogue as a Dragon Age companion, it's fine, let's not dwell on it.

Thanks again for the tag, lethallen!!

#ajisaijar #writingjar

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x-birdsong-x · 8 months

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1 7 10 and 13 for Warriors?

1 - Frecklewish. Not a compliment. Mapleshade too, but on a different scale because it's the people pushing "perfect victim" on Frecklewish that play along with two YouTubers' out-of-context words being used to say Mapleshade was evil from the very start actually. Appledusk plays a part here too. I'll come back to this.

7 - Frecklewish, again. She's angry. She's absolutely furious. She and Oakstar plan to raise the trio as weapons to kill Appledusk. She wants one to be named Birchface because she sees them as only extensions of him. Mapleshade did a bad thing- for the sake of her kits, in her eyes- but Frecklewish does not wait for a reaction of any sort before she pounces on her and slits her eyelid. It takes two full-grown warriors to pull her off. All in front of the toddlers she calls half-clan creatures and stopped giving a rat's ass about as soon as they weren't related to her. Their confrontation at snakerocks was not a case of Frecklewish being non-confrontational or Mapleshade provoking her for the entire scene. Frecklewish jumps at her and screams that she wished Mapleshade had died, and this is during Mapleshade talking about Frecklewish seeing her kits in the river and never mentioning Freckle doing nothing to aid her.

Frecklewish shouldn't have jumped into the river, of course not. But she saw the RC patrol and they didn't realize what had happened right away. If Mapleshade could be IN THE WATER and hear Appledusk calling for her, then Frecklewish could've yelled over the river as soon as she saw the patrol to make sure the kits got across the stones safely. She followed them out of camp in the first place, making it impossible for Mapleshade to hide them on the territory considering Frecklewish attacked her once already and as we hear in the snakerocks scene, wants Mapleshade dead. She doesn't care about the kits as soon as they aren't related to her. She's not a precious little baby constantly crying for a blankie. She's impulsive and angry and judgemental. She didn't deserve hell, sure, but the fandom should've been angry that Oakstar and Appledusk stayed sippin' wine in heaven while only she got booted, rather than immediately going to "she did nothing wrong!11"

10 - I can easily get into more of Frecklewish and Appledusk here, but lets go for Mapleshade being painted as evil from birth and manipulative from the start and pinned as "Appledusk's abuser" is revolting. I don't care that the fandoms precious pair of leading YouTubers said one thing that can be taken as them thinking this. That one video is not well-written and full of out of context things and them acting morally superior for not liking Mapleshade because that wasn't the trend at the time until the fandom 180'd the second the video gained traction. The title of the video alone is spiteful. I could directly quote and talk about one thing said in that video that isn't twisting a simple line from the book, but I think the fandom would hang me. It's ironic that Mo/onk/itti can come out with acknowledging that people will defend male characters while "pulling apart every tiny infraction a female character has ever committed" while The Mapleshade Problem is doing nothing but that.

On another end, people who script the MAPs "about" Reedshine should ask themselves why they need to woobify and sympathize with Appledusk to sympathize with Reedshine (because everything is about a man and female characters are just DLC for male characters). The way so many people see nothing wrong with Freckle and Reed being characterized by the fandom as sad all the time purely over a man and thinking about a man 24/7 says a lot. Spending her whole life mourning a man who had an affair behind her back and called his children mistakes and used her to fuel his crocodile tears apology is nothing Reedshine deserves.

Reedshine's got an attitude herself, telling Mapleshade to go away and that she caused enough trouble was blatantly bitchy and a horrible thing to do, but considering her husband is a dishonest, two-faced, chickenshit son of a bitch I think she has the right to a rude moment or two. And no, that's not applicable to me refusing to play along with or defend the fandom ignoring Frecklewish's actual character.

13 - The same answers all around. Frecklewish and Appledusk. I'm also fiercely anti-crowfeather and gray wing <3.

#Tagging this because I'm feeling brave #didn't intend to get into TMP's absolute bullshit here but hey. maybe I'm glad I finally got to get into that a little #Mapleshade #Appledusk #Frecklewish #WC #Warriors #Warrior Cats

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hidefdoritos · 6 months

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Adventures in Stage Costuming

I am Costume Mistress for a play this Friday/Saturday

Had pants for everybody except three guys

We'll call them Landon, Mark, and Joe, because that's not their names but it's close enough for me to remember 'em.

Had everyone self-report pants sizes.

Spent last Saturday in Salvation Army (I know, I know) thrifting pants in the requisite sizes.

washed the pants

kept forgetting to go to rehearsals and have a try-on sesh (adhd go zoom)

Rehearsal today had lunch break

Handed out the pants and told them to come show me.

Landon

(tall, skinny, all leg, 32 x 34)

announces "THEY'RE CALVIN KLEIN!" at his standard volume, bursts into the gymnasium, and slides across the basketball court on his socks.

He does a little spin for me and I approve.

My assistant (fun person who we'll call Lydia) asks, "Can you move?"

Landon breaks into the Orange Justice fortnite dance, with a little extra hip swaggle for emphasis.

(cue laughter from the cast)

(this is nothing less than I expected from a man who once won a cardboard boat race by making a surfboard and kicking his way across.)

Success!

Order him to go put his pants on his special labeled hanger.

(only you are allowed to touch only your special labeled hanger, on pain of death and dismemberment. everyone has been told this many times and They Fear Me.)

Mark

(weightlifter, 34 x 32)

walks in like his legs are chopsticks.

Shirt is not tucked in.

Zipper made it about halfway up

Lydia looks concerned. "Are they buttoned?" she asks.

"Yes," Mark wheezes, and the tone of his voice is one of fear.

(Landon finds this hilarious.)

Mark hobbles in a little spin for me

can almost hear the fabric whimpering for mercy

they are too tight in the everything.

choke down laughter

"Go change. Carefully," I say.

(maybe I can let them out? probably not)

"Do you just need dark dress pants?" asks Mark, voice still strained.

"Yeah?"

"Can I bring my own?"

"Yeah."

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the goal was to have more pants that the drama department owned

but the more important goal is for him to have pants, I guess.

Order him to bring his dress pants to Monday rehearsal for approval

(and, once approved, to put them on his special labeled hanger which nobody else can touch, on pain of death and dismemberment)

and to bring the ill-fit pants back to me.

will put them in a tote to think about their crimes until next play.

Joe

(track and field athlete, 29 x 32)

(listen, this man has a 29" waist and a 39" hip.

I know women who would kill for a 10" differential.

It's not his most prominent feature, but he's draggin' the wagon.)

(should also emphasize that he's my little brother & I'm not being weird abt it we commiserate about problems of Pants Fit all the time.)

Joe struts into the gym.

The pants fit!

They are a leeetle bit snug in the thighs.

"Can I keep them?" he asks.

He does a little spin for me

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From the back, the fit is more accurately described as "gratuitous."

"Joe, do a squat!" Landon encourages, as he himself charges across the gym into a Newsies jump and almost turfs it.

Joe tries carefully

gets about halfway down

(didn't think he'd get that far)

"Never mind," he says sheepishly, standing back up.

"Go change. Carefully," I say.

(maybe I can let them out?)

backstage

Joe hands me the pants.

He's been interested lately in listening to me ramble about sewing stuff.

I turn Mark's pants inside out

literally just serged together, no extra fabric anywhere

"Rats!" I say creatively, and show Joe how this does nobody any favors.

They don't get to go on Mark's special labeled hanger. I chuck them into a storage tote to consider their crimes until next play.

I turn Joe's pants inside out

praise be to Van Heusen brand

It ain't much, but it's honest seam allowances.

start rambling at him about how it all works

there's a scoatch extra on the outer seams and inseams of both legs

and the center back has extra built in!

The waistband fits him fine but the everything else needs More.

Promise my best work

Joe smiles with hope.

back in my room

never altered pants before

brief moment of doubting why I signed up for this, my sewing abilities, the meaning of life, etc.

* Knuckle Crack *

Turn on a Nicole Rudolph video for fun sewing accompaniment

Decide not to mess with the complicated parts (pockets, front seams, zipper, and the seam intersections in the undercarriage)

Sew the replacement seams first, anchoring the replacement ends HARD in the seam allowance AND in the original seam threads

Cut those OG seam threads and knot them off HARD

The OG threads are a chain stitch sorta thing, so once they're clipped, all I gotta do is pull and they ZOOP right off

(most satisfying thing in my life btw)

head back to gym with newly embiggened pants.

Joe takes the pants. "Do you need me to try them on?"

*looks into the camera like I'm on The Office*

"Yes Joe, lemme see how they work."

He leaves.

oh gosh these better fit

I didn't spend two hours hunting pants in a Salvation Army (I know, I know) and half an hour ZOOP-ing Joe's seams just to be 1 for 3 on the pants actually fitting the actors.

Joe returns.

!!!!!

If I thought he was strutting before

This kid fully dances into the room.

You know how it is when you walk into a thrift store and the sign says "Half price color of the week: Orange" and then you find stuff you love and it has orange tags too?

That was his level of enthusiasm.

"They fit!" he cries.

He does the little spin for me

it's incredible

they fit, no longer gratuitous in the seat, there's thigh space, his knees bend, the waistband stays up without a belt!! definitely need to be ironed but they look So Good

I can't stop smiling

so relieved it turned out well.

Joe's smiling

He does a little Pants Dance of glee.

Gosh. I know he likes them, and dress pants are so hard to find.

"Do you want to keep them?" I offer.

"How much?" he asks, wallet appearing in his hand.

The receipt from Salvation Army (I know, I know) shows $4.59.

I offer "$5 for the pants and $5 for a half hour of labor?" (yes that's too cheap, but he's a college student and also my brother.)

"Look what I've got!" he says, all but throwing a $10 at me.

"Great! I say. "Now Joe, listen closely.

Go change carefully and put them on your special labeled hanger. Only you are allowed to touch only your special labeled hanger, on pain of death and dismemberment."

"Yes ma'am!" he chirps with a salute.

#costuming #moss's musings #cj sews #cj costumes

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noisynaia · 2 years

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Among the Stars: Distant Suns

[Din Djarin x Reader] Chapter 1

Chapter title: The Inn

summary: You have lived on Tatooine your entire life, never even been off-planet. Your path crosses a mysterious Mandalorian and his even more mysterious child. You end up having to leave your home after getting caught up with the mysterious duo by mistake.

word count: 3.1k

rating: E

pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader

note: This has not been beta read. No use of (y/n). The reader goes by she/her pronouns. She is described as being shorter than Mando and having hair (length, texture, or colour not mentioned) but no other physical descriptions are used. This is a slow burn y'all, but it will eventually become smutty™️. Hope you enjoy :)

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Luckily, the child doesn’t seem to mind the heat too much. The pod has good ventilation, making sure its little green inhabitant doesn't overheat. Din, on the other hand, is both hot and bothered. The armour has a cooling function, keeping his back and chest free from sweat. But the suns of the desert planet are unforgiving, the fabric of his cowl clinging to his neck and his gloved-covered palms are sweaty, sticking to the leather. His boots feel heavier and heavier with each step he takes on the loose sand.

Skywalker. It is the only lead he currently has on finding a Jedi. He had gotten a tip that a kid named Skywalker had lived on Tatooine years ago, but had not been able to find any information on the planet that have helped him to get closer to finding out what have become of him. It irritates Din, a whole day in the scorching heat and he was still not coming any further in his search for a Jedi for the kid. But there is also a part of Din that feel relief, it is a part he desperately tries to suppress. Not coming any closer to finding the Jedi also means that Din hasn’t come any closer to being separated from the kid. His lifestyle is not suited for a child. It is a selfish and nonlogical feeling, but Din have ended up caring more for the little womp rat than he ever had thought possible. He have not been letting himself dwell on it, trying to just take one day at a time, but it have been harder to do lately.

Din had been alone for a long time and having the small, green, youngster around had definitely been an upheaval, he was so used to not having anyone around. Din had gone many days without saying a word over the years while traveling alone in the crest. The child can, of course, not speak back, but Din talks to him. It is not like these oneway conversations involve any deep subjects, usually, Din simply says what he’s doing out loud, trying to include the child in the task at hand. Having someone around, especially a young child was foreign to Din, but he had ended up caring for the child in a way he had never even thought possible. However, what had come as the biggest shock for him was that the child seemed to care for Din too.

They had landed in Mos Eisley at dawn, dropping off the Razor Crest at Peli’s shop. The Crest had had a close encounter with an asteroid belt on their last mission, and the ship was not in the best condition now. Fortunately, the damage was sustained on the hunt for a very high-profile bounty, which Din brought in warm, so the repair fee shouldn’t be a problem. But it did mean that they had to stay on Tatooine for a night or two while the Crest got repaired. It was convenient that the only clue Din had about a Jedi was Tatooine. What wasn’t convenient was that he had not been able to find any information about where the Skywalker guy was. The only thing Din could confirm was that there had once been a Skywalker kid on the planet, but that it was many years ago and no one knew what had become of him. Din was back to square one. It’s been a long fruitless day and the kid, even with the decent protection from the pod, needs to get out of the heat, Din does too. He is tired, not only physically but mentally too.

The suns are about to set as they return to town. Din finds the place Peli had told him about with relative ease, as the woman had given a good description. He had asked her if there were any lodging places in town more kid-friendly than the cantina’s, in which Din knew many of the rooms was used by the brothel. It is not something Din would normally mind, but he would feel weird bringing the kid to such a place. The inn seems nice, it is probably also pricier than the rooms at the cantina, but that’s okay, it will be good for the kid, and Din doesn’t exactly hate the prospect of a few night's sleep on a good mattress.

A little bell rings as Din opens the door into a cozy lobby area that connects to a small dining hall. An elder Nautolan greets them. Her blue tendrils are twisted together down her back, held in place by a black ribbon.

“Welcome.” She salutes, immediately gravitating towards the child in the pod, cooing over his cuteness, seemingly completely unaffected by the fact that a Mandalorian in full beskar just stepped into her inn. She introduces herself, telling her name is Yina while getting some papers to check them into their room. Din signs, he feels a bit reluctant to do so, but he knows it’s just a formality.

She collects the papers looking at the now filled line at the bottom of the page. She smiles at him. “Well, Mando, why don’t you two go get settled in your room, and then I’ll tell our chef to get dinner ready for the two of you.”

“Thank you, that would be nice, but it’s only the kid that will be eating.”

She hands him the key to the room, giving the kid another friendly smile.

The room is nice, simple but nice, with a big freshener. Din put the kid's pod in the corner before picking up the child, who is starting to become a little cranky. “I know it has been a long day kid, let’s get you washed up and get you into some new clothes then dinner will probably be ready.”

Din will have to wait till the kid has fallen asleep to use the refresher and to get something to eat. Din is used to the freeze-dried nutrition packets he usually lives off, but he always makes an effort to get real food for the kid. He gets the things he will need for the kid’s bath from the small bag he brought from the crest.

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You fold the last sheet and adds it to the basket with the others. You’re humming an old lullaby, it is one Yina used to sing to you as a child. You like the laundry cellar, the cool cellar is a nice escape from the heat and you enjoy the smell of the laundry detergent. You have just finished the last load, timing it perfectly with the setting of the suns, meaning you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by heat when you step up from your underground haven.

You grab the basket of fresh linens, balancing it against your hip as you climb the stairs.

Yina had let you sleep in this morning. You had tried to scold her for not waking you up when you finally had made it downstairs - but she wouldn't have any of it, telling you that there's no reason for you to get up so early anyway. It was, technically, true. You don’t have many overnight guests this time of year. The inn still making an okay profit since you have many loyal local customers coming to the inn’s restaurant - many agreeing that your chef, Groob, is the best in Mos Eisley if not all of Tatooine.

But you still don’t like it when Yina lets you slack off. You want to help as much as you can, take some off the burden. It was only recently that you had been able to persuade her to take a weekly off-day. You know she loves the Inn and is kind of a workaholic but you want to take care of her and ensure she is not overworked. She had powered through your entire childhood, taking care of the inn and raising you with all the love and care a child could ask for, all by herself. She had not had an easy life. She had grown up on Takodana but had fallen in love with a man from Tatooine, she had decided to follow her heart and leave her family in Andui and travel with him to Tatooine. They had gotten married, but tragedy struck and he died shortly after their wedding. She had been alone on a foreign, arid planet, mourning the loss of her love, but she had worked hard to save enough money to buy the inn. It had only been a couple of years after that you had been left on Yina’s doorstep as an infant.

You close the stairwell door and turn off the light after you. You find Yina behind the front desk in the lobby after you have put the clean sheets away.

“There you are, love. Already finished the laundry?” Yina smiles at you while putting away some paperwork.

“Yeah, I just finished the last load.” You join her by the front desk, stealing a glance at the papers. “Have we gotten a new guest?”

“Yes, a man with the cutest little youngling I've seen since you were a baby.” She says while getting on the other side of the desk, booping your nose on the way before sticking her head into the kitchen. You are pretty curious about this new guest. You rarely get off-planet folks, those people will usually stay in the lodging over the big cantina in town. The guests at the inn mostly consist of moisture farmers, or tradespeople from Mos Espa or other towns whenever they needed to visit Mos Eisley. Yina gets back from the kitchen, grabbing her shawl from behind the counter, to get ready to leave. You had insisted on taking the night shift since you had slept till so late.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” She says as she put the fabric over her shoulders. “I gave Groob their dinner orders.” She grabs the last of her things. “I told him to cook you something too.”

You smile at her, thankful to have her always care for you, even though you are more than old enough to take care of yourself.

“Should I get the crib for their room?” You ask before she leaves out of the backdoor leading up to the apartment.

“No they had their own with them, but you should probably get the highchair from the backroom.”

You bid her goodnight before going out to the back to get the chair for the child. You don’t have much more to do, the dining hall is empty and it’s too late for new customers to come in so you grab your datapad to get a little reading done.

You are soon totally engrossed in your story, you’ve come to a really exciting chapter, making you miss the familiar squeaks of the stairs. You first realize that you’re no longer alone in the lobby as the man stands right in front of you at the other side of the counter you currently lean against. You let out a squeal of surprise, feeling your face get warm in embarrassment, from your outburst, but the fact that you just had reached a rather steamy scene in the story you were reading did not help. The man, however, doesn’t really react to your outburst. You take in the sight of him before you. A man, or at least who you think is a man, towers before you covered in armor from head to toe, and a little green child with large black eyes is settled at his hip. It is in many ways a bizarre vision, but also bizarrely cute. The child is in itself adorable, but the way it’s calmly being held by the tall, brute-looking man while grasping the man's gloved thumb with it's little claw hand and looks at you with big curious eyes.

“I’m Mando, I just checked into room 8. I was told some food would be prepared for my kid.”

His voice is slightly modulated by the helmet, but not enough to hide the rich, gentle warmth of it.

Mando, you think for a second. Mandalorian. The man in front of you is a Mandalorian. You remember reading about them when you were younger, how they were a fearless warrior-people. You realised you were starring, get yourself together.

“Yes, of course. Yina told me we had gotten new guests”. She didn’t mention it was a bloody Mandalorian though.

“Follow me, I’ve gotten a chair ready for the little one. The food will be ready in just a moment.” You say as you bring them with you to the table you had made ready for them. The man seemed surprised by the gesture, slightly tilting his helmet as he sees the highchair. You tell them to make themselves comfortable before going out to the kitchen to get the food.

You tell Groob that you will clean the kitchen after you have eaten your dinner. The Rodian gives you a big smile, thanking you before wishing you a good evening before leaving for the night. You get a tray ready, grabbing the bowls with the steaming stew, and add a big glass of bantha milk for the child. The food smells amazing making your stomach rumble and you realise how hungry you have become. You balance the tray as you open the door to the diningroom with your elbow. The child’s head turns the second you open the door, visibly excited by the prospect of food. You put the child's dinner down on the table and the little green kid digs in immediately, making small sounds of delight. You can’t help but chuckle at the little one’s joy. The Mandalorian scolds him, telling him to slow down so he won’t make himself sick. The love and care he holds for his child is undoubtable. A gentle loving tone in his voice even when he reprimands the little one about table manners.

You don’t really know what to do now if you should go back to the kitchen to eat your own dinner or if the man and child wouldn’t mind you sitting at one of the other tables in the dining hall. You don’t get time to make a decision before the solid black visor from the armored man is focused on you.

“Won’t you sit down with us, I think he will appreciate having someone to eat with.” He tilts his head towards the child who gently coos up at you. You smile at the little green cutie-pie.

“I would love to keep this little cutie with company”. You say before sitting down at the table. You are very curious about the pair, you don’t know much about Mandalorians and you don’t even know what kind of being the child is. What kind of being they are since he must be his father.

“What’s his name?” You ask, thinking that would be a good start to get to know the duo better without stepping over the line.

“I don’t actually know, I usually just call him kid.” He shrugs, wiping some stew from the corner of the youngling's mouth with a napkin.

“He… He is my foundling.” The Mandalorian follow up with.

You look at the child. A foundling, huh, just like yourself. You smile at the kid.

“Well, he is very cute.” You conclude. “With or without a name.”

The Mandalorian chuckle, a deep warm sound that makes something in your stomach flip.

“That he is.” He agrees. You continue the rest of the meal with light small talk. You gather the idea that the man doesn’t take off the armor around strangers, it does fit with something you think you read about Mandalorians. You wonder if it includes the child or if he gets to see his father without the helmet. You feel like asking him would be to overstep, but you are curious. Instead you ask him when he will eat, hoping that it was an okay question.

“I usually eat after he has fallen asleep. ”

That makes sense, but you still can’t wrap your head around how he gets enough food and water through out the day. The child finishes his meal soon after, starting to look very sleepy. Mando chuckles at the little one, which heads keep nodding with sleep. The sound so warm and gentle. You can’t stop yourself from thinking how beautiful the sound is. He scoops the kid up in his arms.

“I better get him off to bed.” He says voice as gentle as ever. “Thank you for the company, I feel bad that he has to eat alone so often.”

You smile up at him. “It was my pleasure. Sleep well you too” You say as you get up from your chair and start to collect the empty dishes.

“You too.” He says before heading up to the room with the child.

You can’t help but smile as you return to the kitchen. You hum as you finish up the dishes, you’re efficient and finish the work fast. You look around the spotless kitchen, pretty proud of your work, as you wrap your cardigan tighter around yourself, pulling on the sleeves to warm your wrists. The temperature always falls significantly after sunsdown.

You can go up to the apartment now since there isn’t really more for you to do down here, but you kind of lingers in the kitchen. You had gotten an idea, but you were unsure if it would be welcomed or not. You could cook something for the Mandalorian, bringing it up to his room so he could eat in peace but still get a real meal instead of the flavourless nutrition-packs you learned he eats. You’re no Groob, but you are a decent cook. You make a quick decision, finding ingredients for a fairly simple but very tasty soup you enjoy. You cut bread into thick slices which you heat up on the stove. You fill up a new tray, carefully arranging the food before putting a lid over it.

You carefully climb the stairs. When you finally reach the door for room 8 doubts start to kick in. He might not even like the food you have made, or it will make him uncomfortable that you had fixated on what he told you in the dinner hall. You stand frozen in front of the door for a while longer, dicussing with yourself if you should put the try down or not.

But you finally take a deep breath before putting the tray down in front of the door. You knock on the door, gently enough to not wake up the sleeping child or the man if he already had gone to bed. You turn on your heels immediately getting away before the Mandalorian in the room could open the door.

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nerdybluephoenix · 2 years

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Ever heard of the Disaster known as the 1904 Olympics? If not you should check it out wikipedia has a good page on it

I'm not sure if this is a prompt, but I'm gonna treat it like one.

Trigger Warnings: blood, injuries, posion

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"Welcome, galactic travelers, to Planet Crossing! The long awaited event where you - whether bidpedal, quadrapedal, or don't pedal at all - travel across a random planet's equator!

To say this is the most anticipate event is an understatement. For years, galactic kind have put aside..."

The fancy looking alien behind the screen continued on. Below the soft lighting of several TVs, many variations of eyes stared. Even the bar's employee, cleaning a glass with a rag like a movie-perfect bartender, watched intently.

"So... like a Space Marathon?"

The old-fashioned, 2025 television models blared on as if to ignore the tiny human. The rest of the bar ignored him as well, save for one burly individual who looked down to see who the hell he was talking to.

Despite the vocalization, the human sat by no one.

"Were you talking to me?" said the larger alien.

"To myself, really. But you'd do as well."

As if on invitation, the human scooted three seats towards the other.

"So how does it work, the... planet crossing? How do you get water? Food? Do you HAVE to travel by foot? What about the oceans?"

"Bring your own nutrition, mostly. There's... well, there's just too many species to track their dietary restrictions. And yes, most walk or the equivalent."

"And the oceans?"

"Swim?"

"Across an ocean? That's horrible!" The human took a moment to stare off into space. "Wait... right... most planets don't have oceans as big as Earth's, do they?"

"I know nothing of Earth." They watched the tvs in silence a few moments.

"The... bring their own nutriention, part... What if they run out? Or die of thirst?" The human shook their head and continued before the other could answer. "It just seems so lax. So underprepared. Do participants face sweltering heat? Or bitter snow? Lethal weather conditions?"

"What? No. Is this a problem on Earth?"

"Weather and lack of preparedness ruining games? Sure. Though one of the worst prepared ones was in... 1904 I think."

Though the human couldn't seen it, a table of two behind him looked away from the screen towards the vocal individual. Their own curiosity now piqued, but they said nothing as the conversation continued.

"And what happened?"

"Someone ate rat posion."

"Why?"

"Someone gave him rat posion."

"Why???"

"I don't know. He was given alcolhol too. But he got in first place."

"Why??????"

"Well, lots of others dropped out. From the heat and dust clouds. I'm talking sweltering heat. Over a hundred in fahrenheit. Eventually there was barely any competition."

"Fahrenheit?"

"Uhhh... over 37 or so celcius?"

"Not helpful."

"Hot, dude. Hot. Burning." He waved his hand in dismissal. "It wasn't the only problem though. The dust clouds too. Humans can't breath in dust clouds."

"I don't think anyone can."

"And that was the problem, wasn't it? All that, and there was barely any water for miles. Not to mention the track itself. Awful. Large hills, dusty roads, cars and pedestrians. I mean, at some point you might as well call it an obstacle course. A deadly one. Some people coughed up blood in this ordeal. One ripped their stomach lining."

As the human went on, the less awareness he held for his own volume. By now, the rest of the bar turned to listen.

"Is that normal for humans?"

"Coughing up blood? God no." They watched the screen again as past planets of previous events swiped across the screen. "These do seem pretty tame, now that I look at it. I mean, they're much larger than Earth, but the surface looks lovely."

"Thankfully. Your planet sounds awful in comparison."

"Well... maybe if you're not used to it."

"You two!" Shouted a third voice. All eyes in the bar turned towards the bartender. He brought a claw to what could barely pass as lips. "Shhh!"

The human gave an apologetic, closed mouth smile. In sync every eye in the bar returned to the televisions.

"After so many exciting events, it's time to introduce this game's host planet. Significantly smaller than our previous travels, but certainly not easier. This year, the human species will have the honor of giving our participants quite the challenge!"

On screen, the Earth spun.

"Huh. See, we must not be so bad!" He polished off his beer and slapped down currency. "I hope we're a better prepared host this time around. Could be interesting."

He left the bar. Behind him sat the aliens in stunned silence.

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risu5waffles · 2 months

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Who, or What, is a risuko?

Tagged by@candybagcj , transfemme Alan Wake. Alaina? Would that be Alaina?

Who were you named after?

Like most trans gals, i'm named after myself. i honestly didn't realize it would work out to be squirrel girl until it was far too late. i was just thinking i was being clever wiv bilingual numbers puns.

Last time you cried?

i don't remember, and this is honestly a bit of a problem for me. i kinda feel like it would be a healthier if i could just have a good, honest cry for once. Oh! Wait, i do remember! But it's not really a public consumption story, sorry.

Do you have kids?

No. Steps were taken. There are a few folx in my community young enough to be my kids, and i only hope i have been a positive parental-adjacent person in their lives. That's an honest hope, they're good kids (tho', i think the youngest of that lot is a whole-ass adult now. How time flies).

What sports do you play/did you play?

Zilch, nada, none. Not very sporty, me. i tried a couple when i was a real wee squirrel, but none of them really stuck. i do like biking around and walking, so i'm not completely inactive.

Do you use Sarcasm?

Not as much as i used to, honestly. i've made an effort to get out of the habit. Partly because it doesn't really track well in Japanese, and partly because i think Whedon-esque/mst3k-style 90's snark is a bane. i'm well tired of social masks, and happy to be quit of them (medical masks, tho', those are great).

First thing you notice about people?

Fashion and ink, how they hold their bodies. My aversion to looking at people's faces has only gotten worse as i've gotten older.

Do you have any talents?

i was a dab hand at embalming way back in the day, and i can still walk through all the steps in my head.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Or, hear me out, scary movies wiv happy endings. i'm not against a total party wipe, and can appreciate them when they're done well. But i do like it when we can over come the metaphorical horrors, it happens so seldom in meatspace, you know? Also, i am morally obligated to mention here that the 1988 version of The Blob is one of the best movies ever, and is both scary and has a happy ending.

Where were you born?

i'm adopted, so i couldn't tell you wiv any real granularity. Blacksburg Virginia, US is as close as i can get you. Not a big city, tho', can't be that many hospitals. Unless i was born in a ditch. i'd honestly like it if i were a ditchwater baby.

What are your hobbies?

Creating in LittleBigPlanet (full series); wiv the official servers for 3 being down i've gone back to 1 & 2 to see how well i can do in those Create Modes; it's been fun. Trying to work up the courage to jailbreak my ps3 to get on the private servers, but fucking up my console or account isn't an expense i can really afford at the mo.

Do you have any pets?

i have a rat skeleton named Sydney who i rescued from a school i was demolishing (as part of a job, mind you. i didn't just rock up to some random school and start wailing away wiv a crowbar). i love her dearly, and have only fed her blood the couple of times.

How tall are you?

Oh! i just had a medical checkup, so i know this one; i am officially 178cm and some change.

What was your favourite subject in school?

Forensic Science in uni. We got to handle bones. i got to read through Spitz & Fisher's Medicolegal Investigation of Death. My prof had an entirely healthy fascination wiv kaiju (this was prior to coming to Japan, and in the 90's, so a bit more unusual than if i'd gone to school here).

Dream Job?

Embalming. Or at least something involving corpses. i get the dead way better than i get the living. And no corpse has ever called me fag (pejorative).

Who to tag, who to tag. Hrmm @soupum & @jacechaotic , but only to the extent you want to answer any of this, of course!

#risuko talks squirrel

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sunnykeysmash · 11 months

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my thoughts on the first two episodes of s16

I don't even know where to begin, so let's start with just opinions: I loved it. Honestly, I've wanted sunny to delve into the characters for years, so this is all I've ever dreamed of. The differences in direction are also stunning and very visually interesting. idk it's great

If you've read my meta post on s14 and s15, you know what I think about the direction of the show, and season 16 is following exactly what I had expected in that regard imo.

It's not just how it revolves around nostalgia and "legacy/history" though. It also manages to do so in the direction and editing style of these two episodes.

Many choices surprised me here: we all know the zooming in during the pulse scene, but also the tendency to move the camera to reveal a previously unseen part of the environment (which has happened... three times! in inflates), the camera following the characters through the environment (dennis going from kitchen to living room, charlie moving from the new room to the entrance) which reminds me of the camera work in charlie work, roller rink and jumper (when they battle for the casaba specifically), all moments that have been praised for being "different" regarding to usual MO for sunny, and many close ups which usually aren't something that's used a lot.

Many times the usual sunny music came on and it felt almost jarring (POSITIVELY!!! intentionally wrong) because of how serious the moment had been. Like old lady house, you know?

So, to me, this is the first season without a structure. Nothing is sacred, especially not the past (dennis and mac get rid of the couch they've rented for 15 years [don't have to explain why 15 is important right], mrs mac wipes her butt with the "legacy of war" [aaah we'll come back to this], frank gives up the gun which is called his legacy and history, etc).

It may seem like s16 is being episodic and "back to past form" but I think that couldn't be further from the truth!! This is a new sunny, and the characters have continuity.

I have a feeling that by the end of the season those new room and bathroom will be used, because there is no "return to status quo", and to pretend there is would just be denial. Frank knows about the rooms now. But ehh anyway.

Something else that really surprised me these new episodes was Mac.

If you know me you know that I think Mac is pretty much the structure. He's the man who carries.

In a season with no structure, Mac is off.

He's unable to see any subtext no matter how obvious (buys literal nuts, doesn't see what Donald means), he's once again in complete denial about everything, he often guesses the complete opposite of what's actually intended ("consider it an offering" "of war?" "of peace- what is going on with you dude?" / "frank just shot us" "AWESOME!"), hyperfocused on the past, on legacy and history, (on winning a prize in risk e. rat?), he honestly seems to embody everything that Big Mo was fighting against.

This isn't entirely new for mac, he's displayed these traits before, but it seems much louder right now and intentional.

Especially if you consider, for example:

"I think it's time that I started sucking down the words of the Bible. And instead of looking for pieces of ass, I'd just look for peace."

Now, here's what I think happened.

He did get unraveled in s15. Not in the sense that he wasn't him anymore, but in the sense that he lost faith in the church, and is now trying to find something else that can "fill him up".

In a continuation of the identity themes in s15, I think Mac doesn't know who he is anymore, and is looking for any sense of meaning. Especially clinging to the past, even if the past was worse.

"This place has a dark past. Murder, betrayal, beheadings."

"Well, you know, it's a castle, Dee. You know, people were going crazy in castles all the time. And beheading people... well, that was just their way of solving problems back then, you know."

Even the letters Mac is so fixated on, written during world war II.

So if the past is war, and the future is peace, Mac is stuck in the past. So he still embodies the structure, it's just... we're not doing things that way anymore.

We may be redefining what legacy is. The gang thinks it's your past, when really, it's your future. It's what YOU pass down. (god stop me from quoting hamilton but... it's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. cmon it's perfect. anyway)

And when you're so focused on the past, you miss what's happening right in front of you, you don't realize you have everything you've ever wanted right in front of you (like Mac with Donald...).

So what we're doing right now I think, is actually pivoting.

But... a pivot is also "the most important thing that everything else is based on or arranged around".

I don't know, maybe it's not farfetched to say that it's Mac and Dennis. Being codependent, they revolve around each other, they're each other's pivot.

Dennis is changing, which throws Mac off balance.

What else... uhh the lamp thing, definitely lampshading. And Charlie insisting on the return of the status quo and saying his investment was only "ten dollars a unit", to me that's again the seasons we used to get.

The teeth thing is a lot like the soup... they're being used incorrectly. He should keep them in his mouth... obviously.

I think that is to say that they're probably gonna find their way back to the structure, like, that it was simply used incorrectly. Like if Mac and Dennis got together for example, that wouldn't be something scandalous and against the structure at all, because it was already built in. Nothing changes. It's like the circle of life, like... it's all a circle (or a hole!), and they're just going round, ending up exactly where they started. Maybe. (!!)

Also ep2 calls back to tends bar:

"You figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world and you got it for me."

And this dialogue

"should we just attack him and take it?" "no he'll mow us down like Scarface, we can't come at him like that, we'll spook him." "you give that dog the best day of his life, and then you turn off the lights when he least expects it..."

Reminds me of season 14. One last classic season before you "turn the lights off" (but dee and dennis never meant to kill frank! just like big mo wasn't the finale). It also reminds me of season 12 now that I think about it, I mean... "turning off the lights", DDL... yeah.

Also reminds me of chop

"He came back! My dog came back!" "How the hell is that dog still alive?" "Yeah, Mac, why don't you just put that poor thing out of its misery?" "Put him down? What, are you crazy? This is my dog, Dee. I love him."

And!!!!

Wait, speaking of "history".

-"I'm the one who stayed, I'm the one who takes care of you, how could you do that?"

[...] -"it's okay, I'm not mad at you. it's fine."

"I love you."

"I love you too. I love you too, you know that."

"I made a mistake."

"you did make a mistake. I didn't mean to upset you"

This dialogue resonates to me as very applicable to Mac and Dennis (so much dialogue tends to 😭), because you know who else "gave away their history"? Dennis, when he went away. Mac stayed, Mac takes care of Dennis... (well, now I'm just hoping we'll finally get a north dakota mention)

Aaaand idk what else. It's never wise to try to read meta when so little of the season is out yet... also I'm tired and rambly and I know a lot of this will be wrong but uh. There's a lot of macdennis in the air. And I also think both Mac and Dennis are at their very lowest points, and they need each other, or things may go south.

#s16 spoilers #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny #analysis #Sorry this post is so disorganized I'm really tired hfksf #too many thoughts and head empty

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anonymousewrites · 9 months

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Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Eighteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eighteen: The Return

Summary: Mando, (Y/N), and Grogu are reunited. Of course, it's in the middle of the fight.

Mouse Note: I think it's important that MC really hasn't changed and runs straight into a fight.

R2-D2 landed Luke’s X-wing at Peli’s hangar as (Y/N) directed, and the ship opened up. Peli, obviously worried some New Republic officers were coming to mess with business, ran out with her droids to see who it was (and chase any problems off).

“Hello, officer!” said Peli jovially. “I filed for my New Republic certification seal just as you were landing. Quite a coincidence, if you ask me!”

“Relax, Peli,” said (Y/N), popping up from the seat with Grogu in their lap. “No one’s investigating you!”

A delighted grin appeared on her face. “Well, look who it is! (Y/N) and the kid!”

“His name’s Grogu,” said (Y/N).

“Grogu? What a name for the womp rat,” said Peli fondly as (Y/N) and Grogu got down from the X-wing. “Well, well, well, how long has it been? A year? What’re you doing here?”

“We’re looking for Mando,” said (Y/N).

“He’s on a job in Mos Espa, I think,” said Peli.

“Will you take us?” asked (Y/N).

“Why not? I owe you and the Mandalorian enough, and I still might be able to squeeze some cash for bringing his kids back,” said Peli, already counting the possible cash. “Alright, droids! Get the cart going!”

(Y/N) snorted. Things were going back to normal already.

Things are really back to normal, thought (Y/N). As soon as Peli, Grogu, and they had arrived in Mos Espa, the sounds of shouts and blaster fire were a loud clamor in the air. There was a battle going on. (Y/N) grinned.

“Watch Grogu,” said (Y/N).

“Huh?” Peli turned around. “What?”

(Y/N) leapt up out of the cart, disappearing across the rooftops of Mos Espa. If there was danger, they wanted to face it (and hopefully find Mando). Plus, they felt their instincts come to life. They were back where they belonged.

“Hey!” cried Peli. She huffed. “Looks like it’s just you and me finding your dad, kiddo. Come on, droid, keep going!”

The droid obeyed quickly, and the cart lurched around the corner. All was silent in the road until suddenly the very Mandalorian they were looking for ran around a corner towards them.

“Mando! Ha! We found you!” said Peli. “I got a surprise for you!”

“Turn around!” cried Mando.

“What?” cried Peli over the sounds of shouts and blaster fire.

“Turn around!” repeated Mando.

“I can’t hear you!” said Peli.

Her eyes widened as a Scorponek annihilator droid, energy field and all, turned the corner and began shooting at them as Mando fired back to no avail.

“Turn around!” shouted Peli to the droid pulling her cart. She screamed as the droid sharply turned, and Mando jumped onto the back of the cart to escape the Scorponek.

“Can this thing go any faster?!” cried Mando.

“Go faster, you bucket of bolts!” ordered Peli, throwing a wrench at the droid, and it went faster. “Hey, Mando!” said Peli over the whipping wind. “Look who’s here!” She unfolded a blanket to reveal Grogu.

“What?” Mando’s breath hitched as he saw Grogu, and he felt a wave of happiness as seeing his kid fly through him. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Grogu jumped up into his arms. “Oh!” He hugged Grogu. “Okay little guy. I missed you, too. Hey, and you got the shirt. Nice. Where’s (Y/N)?” He frowned beneath his helmet. Wait… “Where the hell is my other kid?!”

“Uh…” Peli coughed and was about to respond that she’d lost them when the Scorponek landed a shot.

The droid dragging them fell, and the cart flipped, throwing all three into the air. Mando pulled Grogu close as he landed, protecting the kid from harm. He turned over with Peli, and the pair shot at the approaching Scorponek, hurrying to get up. As Peli and Mando backed into an alcove, a figure leapt onto the Scorponek from the roofs.

Mando’s heart simultaneously stopped and leapt to life. It was (Y/N)! He was torn between pure joy at having his kid and pure fear at them already throwing themself into danger. He hadn’t missed the stress of worrying for them.

On (Y/N)’s part, they drove their gleaming dagger into the wires and cables around the Scorponek’s blaster arm. The arm began to glitch, and (Y/N) pushed their hand down, using the Force to push at the mechanical piece. The arm snapped off and collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud as the energy shield surrounding the Scorponek deactivated. (Y/N) toppled to the ground, and Mando, pushing Grogu into Peli’s arms, rushed out to catch them. He pulled them close and drew his blaster as he faced the Scorponek. Mando would protect (Y/N). He had just gotten them back.

As the Scorponek turned on them, Grogu waddled out, raised a hand, and pulled a bolt from the Scorponek. The droid, now on its last legs as one leg fell apart, collapsed, unable to even stand. Mando pulled (Y/N) back as it attempted to pull itself up, but Boba Fett, riding a rancor, landed on the Scorponek. ((Y/N) had gotten filled in with some of the politics of Tatooine from Peli. The mechanic didn’t care about much but the bounty hunter taking over Mos Espa had been the talk of the town as the power structure changed). The rancor roared and smashed a fist into the working arm of the Scorponek. At Boba’s direction, it continued to rip the droid apart until it fell, deactivated.

“Do it,” commanded Boba.

The rancor roared and ripped the Scorponek in two. Boba didn’t rest on his laurels and turned the rancor away to return to the rest of the battle and the other Scorponek still functioning. That left Peli, Grogu, Mando, and (Y/N) on their own.

(Y/N) turned to Mando as they stood and brushed the sand and dust from their shirt. They looked at him awkwardly. “Hi.”

Mando pulled them into another hug. “I missed you, Ad’ika.”

(Y/N) held Mando tighter, pushing back the tears threatening to fall. “I missed you, too, Buir.”

“Hey! Save the tender moment! We’re still under attack!” shouted Peli, hoisting her gun and running off towards the fight.

(Y/N) and Mando drew apart, and Mando picked up Grogu and tossed a blaster to (Y/N). “Are you ready?”

(Y/N) grinned. They were back with their buir and ready to fight alongside him. “When am I not ready for a fight?” Of course they were ready.

The group ran off through Mos Espa, weapons drawn and ready for enemies around every corner. As they found the rest of their allies ((Y/N) decided that whoever was shooting at the same people Mando did were on their side), they fired at the standing opponents as Boba and the rancor ripped into the remaining Scorponek.

“Keep them on their heels!” shouted Mando, spurring the allies on. “They’re on the run!”

(Y/N) was right by his side, firing and felling the enemies trying to make an escape to fight another day. They were ending this today. (Y/N) leapt up onto the rooftops to shoot from the high ground again, hitting anyone trying to run at Mando and Grogu. The rancor roared and threw the scraps of the Scorponek away. Boba and the rancor took down the last mercenaries.

A bounty hunter with blue skin emerged from the shadows and shot the rancor, knocking Boba down. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes and ducked down. They suspected the bounty hunter was a better shot than them, and they weren’t looking to get shot, so they just watched as Boba and the hunter faced off. Behind the hunters, the rancor climbed up on top of several buildings and roared, angry at being harmed (Luckily, not the same roofs as (Y/N)). Boba and the bounty hunter faced each other, each holding their blasters at their sides.

“Clear out and take your hoodlum gang with you,” ordered Boba.

“I’ve known you for a long time, Boba,” said the hunter. “One thing I can’t figure. What’s your angle?”

“This is my city,” said Boba. “These are my people. I will not abandon them.”

“Like the Tuskens,” jeered the bounty hunter.

“Don’t toy with me,” said Boba. “I’m not a little boy any longer, and you are an old man.”

“I’m still faster than you,” hissed the hunter.

“That may be, but I have armor,” said Boba.

“Let’s find out,” said the hunter.

They drew their weapons and fired. Boba fell from the hit to his armor, but he was alive.

“Now’s about the time you jet off to your bacta tank,” sneered the bounty hunter, approaching Boba as he rolled to his feet.

“This is my city!” Boba jumped up and fired his flamethrower.

The bounty hunter rolled to the side and shot Boba down again.

“You gave it a shot,” said the bounty hunter. “You tried to go straight. But you’ve got your father’s blood pumping through your veins. You’re a killer.” He kicked Boba’s side. “This isn’t the first time I beat you out on a job.” He ground his foot down on Boba’s wrist and crouched. “There’s no shame in it.” He ripped the helmet from Boba’s head before standing back up to sneer down at Boba. “Consider this my final lesson. Look out for yourself. Anything else is weakness.” He raised a blaster to Boba’s face.

In a single swift motion, Boba grabbed a Tusken spear, knocked the blue-skinned bounty hunter down, and hit the blaster from his hand. He stood over the hunter again.

“I knew you were a killer,” spat the hunter again.

He attempted to fire a flamethrower at Boba, but Boba redirected the arm and stabbed down on the hunter’s chest. The battle was over. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief before jumping down from the roof to find Mando and Grogu.

“Are you guys okay?” asked (Y/N), looking between them.

“Are you, Verd’ika?” asked Mando, reaching out to them.

Before anything else, however, the rancor roared from atop the roof, and their group dodged the falling debris. It was on a rampage. Boba’s group drew their blasters and shot at it as it broke a building apart, and the rancor responded by throwing a speeder at them. They ducked and narrowly avoided being crushed. Unfortunately, the rancor was even angrier.

“You’re scaring it!” shouted (Y/N).

Mando ran out in front of the group. “Put your blasters down! Stop shooting!” They were only making the situation worse.

The rancor roared and climbed the tower behind it, glaring down at them.

Mando turned to (Y/N) and handed Grogu to them. “Keep him safe.” He handed the little metal lever top to Grogu. “Here. Hang on to this.” He looked at both his adike. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He started his jetpack and flew up into the air towards the rancor. Mando landed on the back and grabbed the reigns to haul the rancor back, but it roared and grabbed him tightly. It threw him down onto another roof, and (Y/N) and Grogu gasped in worry. The rancor slammed its fist down and knocked Mando through the roof to the floor below.

“Buir!” cried (Y/N) as the rancor picked him up again.

Mando fired his flamethrower into the rancor’s open mouth, and it threw him to the floor in anger. It roared and jumped down after him. (Y/N) made a split-second decision and allowed their instincts, the Force, the Way, whatever it was to them, to guide them.

They ran between the rancor and Mando.

It growled at them and lowered its fanged mouth towards them. (Y/N) took a deep breath and faced it. It growled once more, but (Y/N) didn’t flinch. They simply gazed back at the rancor, unfazed and unafraid. The rancor roared, and (Y/N) just blinked. Gently, they raised a hand, extending it towards the rancor. It was a hurt animal, just like the cattle (Y/N) had worked with back on Ushti. They could extend the same respect they had given those animals to this one. It was as afraid, angry, and injured as anyone else in this battle. (Y/N) would let the rancor see they understood.

The rancor paused as (Y/N) allowed the Force to flow from them to it. It could feel (Y/N)’s calm. It seemed to take a deep breath as (Y/N) gazed at it, their hand still firmly extended. They closed their eyes, and the rancor followed suit.

Rest. You did your part, thought (Y/N).

As if bidden by their request, the rancor was lulled into slumber. Calm returned to the street as the rancor was calmed. (Y/N) released a breath and let their hand drop.

Mando watched them carefully as they took a step closer. Already, their fighting was more advanced than it had been a year ago. But that with the rancor? That was the Force stuff Ahsoka had. (Y/N) had grown stronger, and Mando was proud. His ad’ika had grown into a fine warrior, and more than that, they were a better person. They knew when fighting was not necessary. So although it was a shock to see (Y/N)’s abilities in action, Mando’s pride in his ad’ika was overwhelmingly present.

(Y/N) turned back to Mando and smiled. Mando hoped they knew he was smiling back. That was his verd’ika, his ad’ika. They were back.

“Thank you for your assistance,” said Boba, shaking Mando and then (Y/N)’s hand. “Mos Espa owes you a debt.”

“Consider us even for helping me with the Empire,” said Mando.

(Y/N) nodded. “Thank you,” they said, finally having a chance to thank Boba and Fennec for helping Mando get to Moff Gideon’s cruiser to free (Y/N) and Grogu. They glanced between Boba and Fennec. “Really.”

“Safe travels, and if you ever want a job, Mos Espa would welcome you,” said Fennec to Mando and (Y/N).

Mando nodded. “We’ll see you around.”

Boba Fett nodded in farewell as he and Fennec turned and left. It was just Grogu, (Y/N), and Mando again. (Y/N) removed the blaster from their belt and held it out to Mando.

“Keep it,” said Mando.

“Like I should keep the dagger?” asked (Y/N).

Mando paused and looked at them. “Do you like it? I was hoping it was alright to make it still Ushti since your parents gave it to you, but I didn’t want to infringe on your relationship with them—”

“I love it,” said (Y/N). “It’s exactly what I needed.”

Mando relaxed in relief. “I’m glad. I wanted you to have something from me. That way even if we never saw each other again, you could remember me.”

(Y/N) shifted, nervous at the vulnerability they were about to show. “I…I missed you. I always wanted to be back here with you.”

“Really?” asked Mando, voice hoarse. Grogu cooed in agreement, and Mando’s heart swelled as he realized his kids never wanted to leave him and never forgot him.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), their brows creased in embarrassment as they were honest about their feelings.

“I’m happy you’re back, Ad’ika. You and Grogu,” said Mando, holding Grogu closer and drawing (Y/N) in.

They wrapped their arms around him and smiled into his armor. “I’m happy I’m back, Buir.”

Buir. Ad’ika. Father and Child. Their Clan of Three was back together.

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year

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you've heard of space opera but what about. space/opera

@taznovembercelebration star

Taako fucking hates space stations. Maybe it’s a stupid thing, and he shouldn’t let it bother him, but they’re absolutely nauseating, especially the massive ones, and also his opinions are always correct and beyond reproach, so there. The different levels–cities on cities on cities, bustling and blinking and moving, constantly, every hour of every cycle, which, by the way, are one hundred percent artificial? It makes him feel like an overstimulated plastic houseplant in zero grav, and he’s losing all his beautiful potting soil.

He rockets up through the levels and firmly stares at his tablet, refusing to look at the blur of cities–one after another after another–bigger than his hometown on his stupid obliterated planet could ever dream of being. All crammed in this stupid snowglobe of a recreation station, gyroing off into the constant radiation of this system’s sun, a big awful thing always, always visible from the station even during the “night” cycle. It’d be better if he was on a fucking moon, at least. Solid ground under your feet, real gravity holding you down, now that’s a place a guy can handle. Not some overgrown science project full of ambitious nobodies trying to make a living.

Also, it’s incredibly easy to lose your wallet. Not that he isn’t careful, and not that that wouldn’t be a problem elsewhere, but he’s already had to scare the shit out of three different street rat brats, and that hit a little close to home for his personal taste.

But this job is going to be worth it. 500,000 galactic credits, all for a little tiny kidnapping. Not his usual MO, to be frank, but Taako’s hurtin’, to be fully honest, and it’s not like it’s a monarch or billionaire or somebody. It’s just a dumb old opera star.

The opera house is on the top level, of course, where the richest of the rich play, and Taako worries he’s going to get a receipt for all the air he breathed when he exits the level. You never know, with people like that. It spans two whole city blocks, and the neon storefronts of the lower levels are gone, replaced by elegant restaurants and cafes, and all sorts of art gallerias and lounges.

Taako ducks behind a place that seems to sell cheese cubes imbued with philosophical concepts, and activates his disguise–long, flowing robes, with elegant filigree, a head covering that reaches his midsection, what would certainly be several pounds of “real” gold. He hopes the damn holoprojector holds up. He doesn’t need to be caught in the opera house in his t-shirt that says “FILL YOUR HOLE WITH SPACE CONCRETE”. Then again, maybe they’ll think he’s making a statement.

The credentials his employer phase-faxed get him right in without a second look, and it’s easy to put the pressure on the nublin at the second level. They get very flustered, waving all five of their hands, when he threatens to speak to their manager and invokes his dear, dear friend, the person that google says sponsored the place, and he passes without a trace. His robes swish as he walks purposefully through the enormous building, and with a bit of sneakery and truly far too many steps, he’s deep within the bowels of the beast.

“Call me Ishmael,” he mutters to himself, checking the map on his tablet. It tries to glitch out, and he shakes it. This does not help. “Fuck me…” He should have known. He’s flying blind here, and that’s going to be a big problem, considering how large the fucking place is. He smacks his tablet again and curses in a language that doesn’t exist anymore and he runs RIGHT into-

His target.

His beautiful, beautiful target. What…luck? Probably. He’ll take it, anyway.

“What in the world-!” Kravitz exclaims, looking incredibly startled. His eyes are even more gorgeous in person, deep brown, flecked with gold and purple. Taako hopes he isn’t a psychic.

“So sorry-” Taako says, in a heavy galatian accent. “Okay?”

“I’m alright,” the opera star grumbles, dusting imaginary dirt off his tuxedo with the gorgeous velvet skirt. “I guess I can’t blame you much for getting lost down here, I certainly am. And I’m meant to be onstage in minutes.”

“What a shame,” Taako says, pulling out a blaster pistol and tipping Kravitz’s chin up with it. He drops the accent. “You might be a little late.”

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Ooo for a prompt, if you want, Antonio and Mirabel having to promise to be gentle with Bruno because they wanna have some tìo time but Bruno is having a bad mental health day and/or a migraine.

They’re the babies of the family and I love this trio so much 💕💕

“Where’s Tio Bruno?” Antonio asked, looking around the breakfast table with a disappointed pout.

“Bruno’s not feeling well today, bébé,” Pepa said gently. “Remember we told you how he feels sick sometimes?”

“Oh…” Antonio nodded in understanding, but was still plainly disappointed. “But he promised to play today.”

Mirabel leaned in closer to Dolores and whispered, “Migraine or depression?”

Dolores held up two fingers and tapped the side of her head. Ah, bad mental health day then. Mirabel would keep an eye on that.

To her surprise, Bruno ended up joining them for breakfast. He was late and Mirabel’s heart twisted as she realised he’d plainly been crying.

“Tio!” Antonio shot up from his seat and tackled Bruno into a hug. “Are you feeling better?”

“Um- well, I…A bit…” Bruno was plainly scrambling to think of a lie or reassurance, caught off guard. Luckily, Camilo distracted Antonio by pretending to steal his orange juice and Julieta quickly led Bruno to his seat.

He didn’t eat much. Most of his food went to his rats. Abuela tutted over their presence but, for once, she didn’t protest.

That alone told Mirabel how bad it was.

She watched her uncle like a hawk for any signs of distress. No way would he be able to handle a park full of screaming kids today. But would he be able to tell Antonio “no” when he felt like this?

Mirabel didn’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. Besides, was it really her business?

She firmly decided that, yes, yes it was. If her Tio was unhappy or unwell, Mirabel wanted to know. She wanted to help.

She couldn’t fix it, she knew that. But she could help.

After breakfast, Tio Bruno seemed only half-aware, stuck in his own head, drifting away. He knocked on the doorframe as he headed for the stairs, his head lowered and eyes dark. What little energy he had seemed to have vanished.

Antonio went racing after him. Mirabel caught him.

“Hold on, hombrecito!”

“But we’re going to the park today,” Antonio said. “Why’s Tio Bruno going back to bed?”

“He’s still not feeling well,” Mirabel explained, as gently as he could. “So he needs to rest.”

Antonio looked like he was thinking very hard about it.

“Can we help him?” he asked. “Maybe Tia Julieta’s food will make him better if he has more.”

“It’s, uh…not that kind of sickness.” Goodness, she was echoing Tio Félix now. “It’s- because of his visions!” It seemed so simple: Antonio already knew that Julieta couldn’t cure vision migraines. It was only a little white lie.

He nodded in understanding, looking sympathetic. Those big sad eyes should have been illegal.

“Then let’s find him a plushie and a story,” Antonio said solemnly. “That always makes me feel better.”

He didn’t wait for Mirabel’s agreement or permission; he went to his room and Mirabel hurried after him. He was sorting through his toys and books and he handed the biggest plushie to Mirabel, holding his favourite book with a smile.

“Let’s go make Tio feel better!” he said and Mirabel just about melted on the spot. She knew they should probably just leave Bruno alone, but…Well, hadn’t that been part of the problem? Leaving him alone had only made it worse before.

So Mirabel followed Antonio to Bruno’s room.

Bruno was curled up in bed, his curtains closed, and the blanket pulled right up over his head. Antonio climbed onto the bed, settling the plushie by Bruno’s head.

Only then did Bruno seem to register that he had company. He lowered the blanket a few inches, revealing tangled hair and painfully sad eyes.

“Uh…?” He pushed the blanket down fully from his face and Antonio sprawled next to him as Mirabel sat on Bruno’s left, the book in her lap.

“We can have a story day,” Antonio said happily. “So we won’t hurt your head.”

For a moment, Bruno’s face was so expressionless that Mirabel feared he’d kick them out. Maybe he’d even snap at them, or start crying, or- well, she didn’t know. But maybe they were only making him feel worse.

Bruno didn’t say anything. His smile was small and weak, barely there- but it was a smile. Mirabel sighed in relief.

“I’ll read,” she said and Bruno shot her a grateful look as he sat up. Antonio cuddled against him, smiling at Mirabel expectantly.

No, Mirabel couldn’t be sure if she was doing the right thing at all. She was willing to bet no one in her family really knew how to help.

But they were trying. They were doing better.

And Bruno was smiling. That was what mattered.

Mirabel opened the book and began to read.

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Lucky The Pizza Dog || Kate Bishop

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2375 words.

Summary: Kate has no idea why Lucky is acting so strange.

A/N: Ahhhhhhh, I love Kate Bishop so much!!! Also, I am continuing with The Scarlet Apprentice and The Unknown Widow series, they just take me longer to write. Hopefully you all enjoy!

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Lucky The Pizza Dog: Kate Bishop-

“Come on boy, we need to hurry and meet Clint before we’re late.” Kate attempted to encourage her furry companion along the streets of New York, but Lucky wasn’t having it.

She was on her way to Clint’s Hotel, having agreed to have dinner with him, Laura and the kids whilst they were visiting.

It wasn’t like Lucky to behave this way, usually he was very good at listening, never being a problem on their daily walks. Though recently he has taken up the habit of stopping at a certain alleyway round the corner from Kate’s new apartment.

She gives his lead a few light tugs to get his attention, “Come on Luck, good boy, this way”. Lucky chose to ignore his owner, and continued to stare down the alleyway. Kate followed his line of sight, wondering if something was bothering him. There wasn’t anything she could see from a distance, and if she had more time she would happily go with him to investigate.

“Alright, that’s it, ‘Sir Dog Of Pizza’, time to board the ‘Bishop Express’.” Kate bent down to Lucky’s level and scooped him from the ground, much to his protest. After some slight squirming, he decided to rest his head on her shoulder and let out a whine, “I know, I know we can check it out another time okay buddy”.

Kate picked up her pace eager to make up for lost time.

Once she reached the corner of the Hotel, she placed Lucky down on the floor, to which he started to walk.

Once Lucky made eye contact with the Barton’s, his tail wagged uncontrollably and he started to bark in excitement.

“Who is it, who is that boy, go on, go see.” Kate checked her surroundings to see if it was safe enough to let Lucky off of his lead. Once free from his lead, he sprinted the short distance to Clint and jumped up eagerly for cuddles, to which Clint gladly reciprocated.

“Hey fella, how have you been? Yeah, yeah I missed you too bud,” Clint gave Lucky one big rub across his body; then walked away to talk to Kate.

Laura, Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel eagerly took over the cuddle duty to Lucky, smothering him in love.

“Better late than never Bishop.” Clint playfully said to Kate.

Kate scrunched her face in awkwardness, “Sorry, Lucky got distracted on the way, so we got held back a bit”.

“Well I’m just glad you’re here, it’s your turn to pick the Restaurant tonight. Come on, the kids have been dying to see you”.

The matter of the alleyway quickly left Kate’s mind after that as she spent time with what she considers to be her Second Family.

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A few days had passed since Kate met up with the Barton’s.

It was midday, and this time she was on her way to meet Yelena and Fanny for a puppy play-date at the local dog park. Lucky of course was in attendance, meaning they were back in the same situation as they were a few days ago. Kate was hesitant in taking the same route as the other night with him, but she thought it might have just been a one off, ‘maybe he saw a rat or something and wanted to chase it’, she concluded.

She tried her hardest to keep Lucky moving as they went past the alley, but with Lucky being the clever dog that he is, he knew exactly where he was and started veering off towards the gap.

“Noooo, Lucky we are going to the dog park, your most favourite place in the world, come on, it’s so much better than the dirty alleyway!” Kate began to reason with Lucky, who didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in what she had to say, “Come on, we get to see Yelena and Fanny, and play with the ball… ugh fine let's go see what the fuss is about”. Lucky wags his tail rapidly, tapping his feet in excitement as he lets Kate lead the way into the darkened passage.

Kate takes hesitant steps, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible, she doesn’t know what to expect down here. For all she knows someone could be waiting to jump out at her. Her efforts to remain silent are pointless, with a dog panting away happily, trying to encourage her further down the alley, he has no interest in stealth.

They make it to the end, and Kate looks around curiously, trying to figure out why Lucky would be so obsessed with coming down here in the first place. She sees a shift by one of the wooden fences that blocks off the passage from the other areas surrounding, she walks over slowly, ready to move the discarded paper bag on the floor, just as she is about to grab it, a pigeon suddenly makes its appearance and flys up towards her.

“Oh my- seriously, that’s what you wanted to come see? Come on, Yelena is probably wondering where we are.” Kate places her hand on her chest, attempting to process the shock experienced; she makes her way out towards the entrance, when her movements are halted by a very stubborn Lucky.

She turns back to look at him, she’s never seen him act like this before. He’s stood proud, not prepared to move from his spot.

She rolls her eyes, becoming frustrated, “Luck, please let’s just go”.

Lucky takes a seat on the floor. Making a point on his refusal to move.

“Unbelievable…” Kate takes out her phone, dialling Yelena’s number, “Hi Yelena, yeah we were on our way but Lucky is acting weird, can you just come and meet us and see if Fanny can convince him to leave the alleyway where we are, I’ll send you the location.”

After bidding Yelena a farewell, she hangs up the phone and crouches down to Lucky’s level. “The worst part is, you're too cute to stay mad at, you know that right”. She starts giving him some head rubs to which Lucky leans into.

Eventually, when Yelena turns up with Fanny-with lots of doggy voices and knee pats, Lucky leaves the alleyway, much to Kate’s relief. She makes a mental note to keep this in mind next time they go on a walk, trying to avoid this from becoming a regular occurrence.

It was the following week, thankfully Kate hadn’t experienced any stubbornness from Lucky. She completely avoided her usual route, making it easier to prevent Lucky from standing guard at his favourite spot.

It was just a casual walk today, no one to meet, just some time for Kate and Lucky to spend together.

Kate was admiring the flower stand situated outside one of the buildings she was passing, delicately running her fingers over the petals, admiring the wide variation of colours displayed.

“Excuse me, hi, how much for these purples ones?” She enquired to the stall owner.

Whilst engaged in conversation, she failed to notice how Lucky was pulling on his lead. She absentmindedly pulled back on his lead to keep him close by, attempting to reach out to stroke him and calm him down. As she went to pat him, she felt the lead go loose.

When she turned to inspect what had happened she saw Lucky bolting it down the street.

Abandoning the flowers, she rapidly moved to try and catch him up.

“Lucky! Lucky come back!” She yelled through the street, using a combination of commands and whistles to entice his attention.

Lucky made no effort to stop, he ran through the streets expertly, easily dodging pedestrians and traffic on the go.

Kate used all of her efforts to keep close to him, but after a particularly hard collision with a bystander, she fell to the ground, losing sight of where Lucky went.

She picked up the person she ran into to make sure they were okay- they were, she gave them several apologies and started on her way to find Lucky.

Kate became frantic, she was so worried about where Lucky was, she couldn’t lose him, he means so much to her, he’s family to her. She loves him more than life itself.

As she moves through the streets she stops a few people to ask if they have seen a Golden Retriever roaming the streets, to which many of them shook their heads and said they hadn’t seen one.

Kate noticed one man sitting at a bus stop, she decided to approach him, running out of options, “Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you, but my dog just slipped his lead and has run away from me, I was wondering if you might have seen him? Here I have a picture of him…” Kate pulled out her phone, and zoomed past the many selfies she had of her and Lucky saved to her camera roll.

The man squints at the screen, “Yeah, I saw him, he ran that way, towards Sal’s place”.

Kate smiled at the information given, “Thank you so much, enjoy the rest of your day!”

She made her way to the direction she was instructed. After passing many stores and apartment buildings she reached the location specified.

After having time to breathe, she realised exactly where she was, she was at the front area of where Lucky refuses to leave- doing a full U-turn on their walk- how she only just realised this, she doesn’t know, in the panic she didn’t even think to check Lucky’s alleyway of choice.

She quickly makes her way to the alley, hoping to find Lucky there.

She cries in relief when she sees him there, happily wagging his tail like he didn’t just have Kate running for dear life to catch up to him.

“Oh, Lucky, don’t you ever do that again, I can’t even be mad, I am just so relieved you’re okay!” She kneels to the ground to cuddle Lucky, refusing to let him go.

After a few seconds, Lucky removes himself from her grip and runs over to the wooden fence at the end of the alleyway, “You’re actually being serious? I swear Lucky, if it is another Pigeon you’re sleeping on the couch for a week-no bed cuddles for you”.

She walks over to him to look at what he’s staring at, he looks up towards her, almost gauging to see if she’s paying attention. Suddenly he uses his nose to slide up a loose panel on the fence, squeezing through the new gap it has just made.

Kate stands there confused, unsure of why Lucky is showing her this. Since she hasn’t moved, Lucky pokes his head through the gap and barks encouraging Kate to follow.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” She attempts to push herself through the gap, barely fitting through, she then opts to jump the fence. Once she’s on the other side she notices a wide area, decorated with huge dumpsters; cardboard boxes and glass bottles.

She looks around trying to figure out where they are, she watches as Lucky walks up to a back door.

She follows him and looks to the sign displayed above, “Sal’s Pizzeria”, written above in red and green letters.

“Really? All this for pizza? We have pizza at home!” She tells Lucky, purely surprised with the amount of effort he has gone to for some pizza.

Lucky releases a low growl, to which Kate raises her eyebrow at, “You did not just growl at me.”

Lucky moves to scratch at the back door a few times with his paw; spinning on the spot to resume a sitting position.

A few seconds pass and a girl opens the door, wearing a uniform, “Wait, no way?! I haven’t seen you in months! Come here gorgeous boy!” Lucky eagerly runs into the girl’s arms receiving lots of kisses and cuddles. Kate stands there shocked, unsure what is going on.

After a few seconds of fuss, the girl casts her glance to Kate, “Oh I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there, I’m y/n.” She holds her hand out for Kate to shake, which Kate gladly accepts.

“Hi, I’m Kate, um sorry to disturb you, it’s just that Lucky led me here, and he has been adamant of coming here for weeks it seems and now I know why, I take it he likes the pizza?”

The girl nods eagerly, “Yes, he used to come here everyday, around the same time to get his pizza fix. I got so worried when he stopped coming, I just hoped nothing bad had happened to him, I see he made a new friend”.

Kate walks over to pat Lucky on the head, “Yeah, I’ve had him for a while now, I don’t know what I’d do without him”.

The girl smiles, “I’m so glad, thank you so much for taking care of him. I’d have taken him in myself but with growing up in Foster care and barely having a place of my own to call home, I couldn’t really offer him the home he deserved. To try and make up for it, I’d give him leftovers from the Restaurant and made him a makeshift bed in the Office”.

The girl leans down to rub Lucky’s face, “I missed him so much”.

Kate’s heart clenches at the sight, she can tell the girl really cares for Lucky and did her best to support him with what little she had.

“You know, you can visit him anytime, I’m sure he would love to have you around again”.

The girl raised her gaze to Kate at this, “Wow, thank you so much, that really means a lot. Would you like to come in for some food, the place is quiet and we’ve just made a fresh batch of Pizza ready to go”.

Kate nods her head, “Sure, I’d love that, we’ll meet you out front, probably best to sit him outside.”

“Yes of course”. The girl moves to give one last pat on Lucky’s head before heading in.

She briefly turns to Kate, casting her grateful smile.

Kate’s heart flutters at that, she has to remember to thank Lucky when they get home. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have met the girl of her dreams.

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