#ALongTimeAgo

[badxmotivator]

@alongtimeago sent...

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone.  {For Areeda}  

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Areeda wiped the tears from her eyes feeling the small hand on her leg. She nearly jumped, but she saw the large green ear from the little being out of the corner of her eye and realized as the creature looked at her with large black eyes and little buck teeth... it was a child. Or appeared to be. She sniffled and took a deep breath, smiling down at him. She wiped at her face with both hands, obviously embarrassed to have gotten caught crying.

“I’m alright,” She lied, still smiling. “Just... missing someone. Hello. What’s your name, little one?”

[forceconnected]

❝Close your eyes. I got a surprise for you!❞ {Grogu to Luke} @alongtimeago

Luke hadn't really thought about his birthday much, he'd been so focused on Grogu and his training that by the time he realized his birthday was coming up, it was only three days away.

He needed to comm Leia when he got a chance, it was her birthday too after all.

"Alright, Grogu, my eyes are closed." Luke said holding out his hands for whatever surprise his student had gotten him.

[brilho-design]

The city of São Paulo was founded here in 1554 por João Otavio Dobre Ferreira

[backwaterscum]

Blinking as the little one curls his hands around his pants leg, Daryl takes a moment to compute the new set-up. One step forward and the kid doesn't budge; it's only after three steps without any movement that he realises that--

"Huh." To his credit, Daryl lets out an amused snort. "Sure, kid. That works."

And it's a creative way to move for sure.

The kid's tiny enough that he weighs next to nothing. Daryl takes the deer on his back and starts walking to the closest stream and it's like he isn't attached to him at all.

Grass crunching under Daryl's boots, the sun shines through the canopy of the trees on the way. Eventually, they come across an incline, and as he traverses the well-worn path mapped out by all the animals that had come before, the sound of rushing water starts to reach his ears.

The stream is shallow, but Daryl's confident in his skills. He sets the deer down a good distance from the water first, though.

"All right," he starts, tilting his head from side to side to get the cricks out of his neck. Daryl's arms rotate in his shoulders, too. "This is it.

"You hear them frogs croakin'?"

An amused chuckle escaped his lips when Daryl asked him that question. He wouldn't quite call that talking, but he did try to communicate with him as best he could. When he guessed that he had never had squirrel before he confirmed this with a small shake of his head and a;

"Na-ah."

For emphasis. His eyes lit up at the mention of frogs though. A giggle escaped his lips as he heard the man curse. He could only wonder if Kobe was a bad word too.

He pursed his lips together when he asked him if he was tired. He was rather tired indeed. That gave him an idea though. Cautiously approaching Daryl, he held up his hands to indicate he meant no harm, before moved closer so he could stand on one of his shoes. Hoping he wouldn't mind. He was far lighter than a human child and figured that he could hold on to his shoe or pant leg and travel with him this way.

[cicatrise]

@alongtimeago sent: [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s from Grogu :) ► from this meme.

The sound of Grogu’s crying hurts in Ryuujin’s chest, reminiscent of those ancient days when his daughter had just formed out of the volcanoes in the sea and every little thing made her weep. The only difference, of course, is that Grogu isn’t crying because he’s needy-- he’s crying because he’s cut his palm on a rock after tripping and trying to catch himself.

“There, there,” Ryuujin says, the back of his claw tip rubbing gently at the top of Grogu’s little head. “It’s all right to fall, little one. Come here.”

When he slips his palm beneath Grogu’s body to pick him up, the act so delicate despite the hugeness of him, Ryuujin draws him up to carefully press his forehead to the baby’s head. The difference in size makes it difficult to hug, but the sentiment is there all the same.

As a being born straight from the Force itself, Ryuujin’s touch ought to be comforting to any mortal.

The scent of Grogu’s blood remains in the air, tangy and metallic. Ryuujin hums quiet and melodic in his chest. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, see? I can make it better.”

[antielevator-a]

@alongtimeago // LMFAO HI

Seeing the pod on his rooftop and the green... thing inside... has Sebastian blinking once. Twice.

He’s tired, and the sudden thump in the ceiling of his apartment had woken him from a good night’s sleep, but now that he’s investigated it he’s not sure what to think.

“I must be dreaming,” he mutters, plopping down by the pod with his head in his hands. The creature inside had been looking at him, but-- surely it isn’t real, right?

“...now I’m seeing aliens...”

[etcor-archive]

Lost In Translation (Grogu, Melinda)

❛ Cry if you need to , I'm here. " Grogu said as he tried to reach out to Melinda through the force. He even held out his little arms for a hug, in case she needed once. {Or if you prefer to plot some more first just let me know!}

@alongtimeago​

Melinda hadn’t expected the voice in her mind when she landed where she was.    What she did feel was the magic strong with the voice, the power of The All.   Melinda had developed strong telepathic walls.  The presence had brushed along the walls and sounded so much like a child.   “Where are you?”   

[universeofmuses]

It was a curious thing, after all of the time he had spent with the kid it was like they had developed some sort of connection with each other. He wondered how much of it was a connection with him because of what they had been through together, or if it had something to do with his jedi powers.

Either way it was something that was a bit of a comfort, to know what the kid was saying without him actually saying anything. When the kid sent the orb towards him Din had a feeling he knew what he was asking, "You want me to play with you?" he asked making sure he was understanding what the kid was asking, "Sure, we still have some time before we get to where we're going." he said as he took the orb and gently took the orb and then carefully sent it back to the kid to catch with his powers.

@universeofmuses​

Instead of following the orb, he reached out a hand to summon it back to him instead.  Twisting his hand he made the little ball levitate a moment, before it landed in his palm. Letting out a giggle he looked up to meet his gaze with a smile. Of course there were accidents on occasion, but he would never purposely do something to endanger himself, or both of them. Holding up the shiny orb, he gave him a  curious look for a moment, as if to ask if he needed it back already. He hoped not..

[badxmotivator]

@alongtimeago sent...

[ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured {For Ackmena}

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“Inside! Quickly!” Ackmena held the door of Chalmun’s Spaceport cantina in Mos Eisley open for the Mandalorian and the small Magi child he held close and protectively at his side, wrapping in what Ackmena thought to be a blanket. Another explosion sounded off outside in the chaos, most blaster fire. Shouts and screams. Customers, mostly sober now, cowered in the cantina, some under tables, others with blaster ready to defend themselves if the fight came inside.

Ackmena included. But seeing there was no troopers after the Mandalorian she shut the door. A large figure behind her took a larger durasteel caste of ale and placed it in the doorway. It was larger than the doorway itself.

“That might be overdoing it, Tork.” Ackmena raised an eyebrow at the large pale man who merely shrugged. 

“Please-- ma’am. He’s been hurt. He’s bleeding.” The Mandalorian spoke up, catching Ackmena’s attention, he held out the child to show her. It was his cape, not a blanket, and the poor little thing was unconscious, a dark stain at the side of the bundle.

“Back here,” Ackmena lead the Mandalorian to the backroom of the bar, clearing a table quickly and grabbing a set of small kitchen tongs and a small sharp knife. Tork grabbed several towels and placed them on the table for the child’s comfort. Ackmena instructed her door man to stay outside with the others and send in his sister, Sosio to help instead. The smaller female who otherwise looked very similar to her much larger brother came back and assisted with aiding her employeer, making a soft sympathetic noise at seeing the little one injured.

[aquamanandfriends]

Terrifying Reputation

@alongtimeago​ ask to thread from [ x ]

She could tell she had uttered the wrong word the moment she noticed his cocky grin. She shook her head in amusement, to then roll her eyes.

“Oh, I do. Or worse.”

She added with a mischievous grin of her own.

“There’s no way I’m going to tell you that.”

“No way?” Han pressed. “Feels like there’s some way you’d tell me,” he reached up and put his palm flat on the wall behind her as he leaned a little closer. “It seems like you really want to talk about this terrifying reputation I’ve got or you wouldn’t have brought it up,” he tilted his head in a flirty manner, smirk permanently splayed over his lips. It was fun teasing her, watching her grow hot and flustered. Seeing such a bold and confident women blush and lose control was addictive.

[percentstardust]

@alongtimeago liked for a random starter.

Anakin had decided to visit Luke. The former rebellion general had grown curious to see how his son was doing with his new jedi academy. It has been some time since the two have seen each other. They both lead busy lives now. Stepping out of his personal ship, boots step over grass as he walks to find Luke.

Of course, it is not his son he finds. He finds Grogu, who is seemingly alone at the moment. Luke doesn't seem to be around anywhere. Bending down to greet the youngling better, he smiles at him.

"Hello, little one. Is Luke nearby, by any chance?"

[universeofmuses]

Obi-wan smiled warmly at the little green creature, he loved working with younglings the best, the older padawans from his experience were always predisposed to some sort of attitude and or stubbornness, not that he was thinking of his former Padawan.

At Grogu’s chime of confirmation Obi-wan chuckled lightly and used the force to levitate the little green creature gently and led the way to one of the terraces, it was a beautiful day and what he had in mind for training today would be perfect for being outside.

To Ben from Grogu:  “  You scared me.  ” @alongtimeago

“I’m terribly sorry, my young friend, I assure you it wasnt my intention.” Obi-Wan apologized to the little jedi youngling. “Now, how are you doing today? Are you ready for today’s lesson?” he asked Grogu ready to work with the little jedi.

[rehandles]

@alongtimeago​ // starter call.

He’s meant to protect Earth and he knows this, but the cries of help screamed through the multiverse had cracked into his skull with the force of a thousand hammers. There’d been death, so much death-- there’d been the screams of children reaching through threads of energy for someone, anyone who could hear-- and so despite Wong’s warnings, Stephen had conjured a portal and jumped in.

What he sees is a crumbling temple on fire. A lone figure walks away in a dark cloak and the feel of death is everywhere. Darkness (whole and true and palpable) reeks off of them like corpse rot, and Stephen feels it crawl under his skin.

As the cloaked stranger enters what looks to be a spaceship, Stephen thinks about stopping them. But a single source of energy echoes amongst the sorrow around him-- a fearful one, a young one, an innocent one-- and Stephen decides to seek that light out instead.

This is not your universe, he reminds himself. Fighting its evils is not your destiny.

But if he can save one life, even just one, then perhaps it will make up for the fact he’d felt thousands of sorcerers die and had come too late to stop it.

Stephen moves through the ruin, ignoring the licks of heat that come from the fires around him. He seeks out the fear, the lone soul remaining, and tries not to flinch at the sight of dead children around him.

And finally, after what feels like an eternity, he finds a crumbled wall and a collapsed pillar.

“I can sense you,” Stephen says, trembling hands raising as he moves the pillar away with his magic. The wall had been thick, and he realises that whoever’s hiding had somehow fit in the small space between the pillar, the floor, and the thickness of the wall. “I can sense you, little one, don’t be afraid...”

Stephen’s voice dies in his throat when all the rubble has been moved, and he sees the small, green toddler huddled alone and covered in dust.

“...oh.”

[lostcactus-thecomicstrip]

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[shireentheunburnt]

Two Children Meet

“Hello!” Shireen hitched her dress up and crouched to be more at the green child’s level, looking at them with warm curiosity. “My name is Shireen. Are you all right? You’re not lost are you?” The young girl offered a hand to the little one, the other clutching a charred stag figurine. “Do you need help?”

She felt... rather protective of the little one. The world could be cruel; in fact, it was more often harsh than anything else. A child alone, as the princess knew very well, was an easy target for the predators lurking in the shadows... or out brazenly in the open. So many, too many, went about with their maliciousness unchecked, or even rewarded. It was... wrong, all wrong. Shireen was determined such a state would neer be hers.

A king protects his people, or he is no king at all.    

@alongtimeago

[dmmyring]

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