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retrieve-the-kraken · 2 years ago

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Young Royals Season 2 play-by-play analysis

Okay, so maybe it’s not so much an analysis as it is a written compilation of the thoughts that I had and the things that I yelled at the screen when I watched this time around… But somewhere in there are some deep thoughts and analysis of the show…

Also, since this is a number of rewatches later, most of these thoughts happen after knowing all the events of later episodes, so it’s a constant flashback/flashforward in time, I apologize if it gets confusing…

Let’s go!

EPISODE 1

I will never get over that opening, the way they are so soft with each other even in Wille’s dreams. It’s Wille trying to remember and hold on to every detail, how Simon smelled, how his skin felt, his hair, how it felt to be touched by him… and then the golden glow is gone and it’s cold and he’s alone and lonely.

Does anyone know what the picture above Wille’s bed is? I’m intrigued.

I do think that room where all of Erik’s things are might just be a room that has been turned into a sort of shrine to him? The door is too small, and it seems to be out of the way. Also there are two portraits of Erik in it. I don’t know, do people normally have portraits of themselves hanging in their own bedroom? Pictures, sure, like the ones in his mirror. It feels like whatever was Erik’s was moved to this room, which was just a small bedroom, and it became the place where his things inhabit now. Unless it was his room and then it was turned into a shrine. Either way, then much like Wille, Erik didn’t seem to have many possessions.

Still not over how Wille doesn’t look at his mother and gently closes the door without saying a word, and she just backs off. She knows she won’t get anything out of pushing back. But she talks to him through the door. He didn’t lock it or anything, she just doesn’t try to open it again.

Wille’s memories are very tied to two senses: scent and touch. He breathes in Erik’s jacket, hoping to commit his smell to memory, just like he breathes in Simon. And he hugs himself whilst wearing it, like maybe trying to feel like his brother is hugging him…? Oh why is my face wet…? (And then later in the season we see Simon doing the exact same thing, using Wille’s sweater to smell and conjure memories, putting it on to feel closer to him…? They are freaking soulmates, your honor).

I love the Frog Prince/Frog King-themed everything.

I get the feeling that, since we see the cigarette case more than once, and it holds such meaning to Wille, that we might see it again and it might play a more crucial part. The fact that Wille uses his brother’s lighter to set the picture of August on fire…

Do we see August being obsessive about his workout routine and body after he starts his relationship with Sara? I don’t think so. In fact, he stands pretty naked and confident in a later episode. But when we see him again for the first time, he’s filling his holiday time with working out. He either spent the entire holiday in Hillerska, or he just arrived much earlier than everyone else. The sight of him sitting by himself in the dining hall, eating kale, whilst all the chairs are flipped onto the table, is representative of his state of mind. His whole sense of self is tied to Hillerska, the way he sees himself is so tied to the way others see him. It changes once he’s with Sara (at least for a while).

It bothers me so much that Marcus not only walks into Simon’s room uninvited and stands there listening to him knowing full well that Simon doesn’t know that he’s being watched/heard (and then interrupts him and spooks him when he’s obviously in his little world), but he also starts talking and doesn’t even introduce himself immediately, like he just assumes Simon knows who he is. He thinks he’s soooo smooth…

I think the only reason Simon was smiling is because he liked the attention. Like he decided it was a positive thing at that moment. I think in general one of the reasons he pursued anything with Marcus was as a distraction and because he needed the attention at that moment, he needed to feel appreciated/wanted/desired by someone, anyone other than Wille. And nothing more.

I love Felice’s confidence when talking to her mum. She’s done with doing things just because her mother wants her to. And she’s embracing her natural hair…? And being a supportive bestie to both Sara and Wille? In this house we stan Felice Ehrenchrona.

EDIT: An anon pointed out that Felice is getting tracks sewn, so we don’t really get to see her natural hair. (Meanwhile the hair and makeup designers said about S2 Felice’s hair, which is basically that Felice was getting extensions to make her natural hair look longer and fuller). I think anon is probably right this time. The point is that, regardless of whether that’s her natural hair or not, Felice is rich, she’s probably getting some very expensive real hair tracks, and going for a curly style to try something new and also rebel against her mother. No more straightening her hair, nothing but curves and volume.

I would like to understand the boarding system in this school. Did Sara get assigned a single room, and she just switched with Madison, so she could room with Felice and Madison could be on her own? Do all the rooms have their own bathroom? I thought Felice’s and Maddie’s room was special because it had its own shower. Why would Maddie ever give that up???

Love that the song playing as everyone gets ready for the party, as the girls go out to their initiation, and Wille drives to Hillerska, is a song about women pleasuring women. LOVE. IT.

Also, the girls’ initiation only seems to include the first years from Manor House (or maybe even just a group of it, unless the Manor House first years only has, like, seven girls, eight now that Sara has joined). When Wille was hazed, the whole of Forest Ridge was there… (I get it, he’s the prince, but still, I thought there was more house involvement).

Something something about Sara being given a tiara whilst wearing an apron with tits on it, then Fredrika taking the tiara away.

August makes a face like he’s swallowing something, one of his pills perhaps, and taps the glass in a peculiar way, like he has a slight spasm or a tic.

August has such FOMO whilst listening to the stupid story that Vincent and Nils tell about Seychelles.

Why does Marcus look like a professor? And why does he sound so creepy? “You could at least sit in the front, I’m not a taxi”. Simon seems so nervous/awkward around him.

Wille plotting to disrupt the third-years’ party even before hearing that Sara was in there. He immediately figured that Simon might be there, because they seem to be inseparable.

I love Wille’s posse. They are so full of bravado when they’re with him. They’s just dumb little first years, but they’re with the Crown Prince. Walter’s face when August folds is just pure idolatry for Wille. They are all so misguided little privileged sheep boys.

The way that August becomes so cynical whenever he doesn’t have the upper hand, when he’s not in a position of power anymore. “It’s just a party, okay?!” “It’s just a stupid fake competition”. Yeah right, sir…

The way that Wille seems to stop breathing when he sees Simon and Simon sees him… The way that Simon swallows hard because he’s caught unawares. He’s caught so off-guard that his face betrays all his feelings. His eyes drift all over Wille’s face, he has to force himself to look away, get a grip. Meanwhile, Wille’s so happy that he was right, that he knew that Simon would be there, but he has to conceal his giddiness. He’s so proud of having helped Simon, so happy that Simon is talking to him…

“Sara passed her initiation. Another lovely tradition.” Simon hates these traditions so much, and he never fails to point it out.

That whole first encounter, man… Simon’s little chuckle when they say ‘hi’ at the same time, then he repeats it. Someone recently wrote a whole piece on how Simon’s reaction to Wille’s haircut might indicate something about how his memories are tied to the way that Wille used to look, and now this whole new look changes everything.

August’s face when the couple sit next to him to make out. He’s still shaken from having had to fold to Wille. Like he’s fading into the background.

Wille’s disgust at seeing Nils peeing at the wall and talking to him while doing it.

“But he doesn’t seem too interested in boarding school boys.”

“You need to pick someone from your own league, one of us.” Nils, your “off-handed” suggestion fools no one, you so totally want to bang the Crown Prince.

And then the touching of his face when he hasn’t even washed his hands after peeing. Gross. I know he’s drunk, but still.

I bet there’s a significance to the fact that Lilja states that the third years will be graduating exactly 120 years after the founding of the school… if August has been reported to the police by Sara, there’s a slight chance that all his plans will be going down the drain, that he won’t be graduating at all. That very seemingly illustrious privilege might not apply to him in the end. Another one of his precious traditions that he breaks.

“If you hadn’t refused to talk to the Queen, you would have been well-informed.” Bullshit. As if they couldn’t text him the information.

“He’s toxic.” “He told you that he wouldn’t make that statement, and what happened? He left you all alone.” Neither Simon nor Rosh or Ayub at this point understand that Wille succumbed to massive pressure from his family, that he’s also a victim. But of course they want to be supportive of Simon, as any good friend would be of a friend who’s getting over a breakup, badmouthing the ex, encouraging him to get a rebound, etc. And Simon is so glad that his friends are supporting him (which makes me sad, because on the other side, Wille had no such support, he doesn’t have friends like Rosh and Ayub, he has Felice now, sure, but she’s only been his friend for a very short time, and most of that time it was only over text, other than that he has a crappy family and his brother is dead). And Simon’s sort of up for it, following his friends’ advice to rebound with Marcus, not because he actually likes Marcus, but because he’s so desperate to get over Wille. But as much as Rosh and Ayub seem to know Simon, I don’t think they know that that’s really not Simon’s style, or know how much Simon is in love with Wille, how much he’s fighting against those feelings. I don’t think they get how endgame they are until Wille shows up at Simon’s house with that “I could be free with you” ramble. “Did he just say he’d give up the crown for you?” Yes, now you get it.

The whole talk about how Alexander’s back… so much evidence for how the system is all about privilege, keeping secrets, throwing money at problems. “They didn’t want to start an open investigation”, “he gave a generous donation”, “they have problems with the number of applicants because of the sex video”, “Just chill out, Alexander doesn’t know who snitched on him, or that Wille is the one who threw him under the bus to save Simon.” Secrets, secrets… Fake smiles, fake friendliness…

I love boss bitch Felice and her queer bestie Wille, complimenting each other’s hairs. Also, gossip girlies Henry and Walter in the background already trying to figure out what this thing between Wille and Felice is…

“My mum’s right that if I tell Simon, he will go to the police, and he doesn’t understand that if he does, everyone will protect August, the school and the royal family, to protect themselves.”

When the girls are getting coffee, and they start gossiping about Wille and Felice, Stella seems into it, but then when Fredrika starts asking Sara questions about the nature of Wille and Simon’s relationship, speculating if maybe Wille is bi, Stella seems uncomfortable, and seems to try to cut off/distract Fredrika… She only seems to be into it once again when they switch the topic to Erik and a one-night-stand. She didn’t seem to like Fredrika speculating about Wille’s sexuality…

“There are people who could open doors for you in the future.” Clear exposure of something that will not happen in the future, Simon’s hard work and talent will be overshadowed by privilege and secrecy culture. The choir teacher says “I’d like to try something new to show that the school has actually changed in 120 years”, she’s a progressive teacher, but the school, the system will stifle her. Nothing has changed in 120 years, new things are unwelcome. Non-white, working class, second generation immigrant and gay??? You will be crushed. So since Simon doesn’t get to sing his new song because tradition won’t allow it, then Wille must be the one to break with tradition. (But look at him in that gif, he’s such a cutie).

“I’m so hungry, we have to wait for the third-years.” “Didn’t you make the rules?” Isn’t this just another one of your precious traditions? What are you complaining about? This whole conversation felt a little exposure-like, but whatever. Wille sees the perfect opportunity to wreck another one of the precious traditions of the school, of the whole system, and embarrass August.

I think it’s interesting that the first one to raise his hand is Alexander. “You stand up to people who are different.” Where did Alexander get that? From the same whoever told Alexander that it had been August who had framed him. Whoever hinted that August was the meanie apparently also hinted that Wille had tried to help Alexander…? Who could that be…?

(Here’s the updated list of people who know that August filmed and leaked the sex video: Wille, Simon, Felice, Sara, Rosh, Ayub, the Queen and the Royal Court, and now Alexander.)

Here’s the thing, however bad Wille feels about actually having thrown Alexander under the bus, and I’m not trying to justify what he did, at least Wille didn’t do it because he had a personal vendetta against Alexander. He obviously did it to protect Simon, knowing that not only did he not want to lose Simon, but also Simon would fare much worse if he was accused of dealing, whereas Alexander already landed on his feet immediately, no investigation, no record, nothing, because money and privilege. Simon would never be able to recover from something like this. Meanwhile August DID have a personal vendetta against Simon, because Simon knew that August had financial problems, because Simon roughed August up to try to get him to pay for what he owed him, and because he thought that Wille wouldn’t be able to defend Simon against accusations without revealing his (then) still secret connection to Simon.

(This just made me think, going back to my post on secrecy vs. privacy, that Simon revealed August’s secret to Wille about his financial situation, prompting all the drama that came from it. He was just defending himself, trying to get Wille to understand that he’s not a dealer, and that he’s not taking the hit for this. He didn’t do it to screw over August, he did it to give Wille context. “Your cousin owes me money, that’s why I gave him the pills to sell so he could pay me back, I’m not a dealer.” I’m not justifying what he did either, but he was definitely a person who made bad decisions to get himself out of a bad situation, and he didn’t deserve everything that came out of that. Whereas August’s actions are a lot more premeditated and vengeful, from using the drugs against Simon to posting the video to get revenge on both Wille and Simon.)

(Also, another reason why Simon gave August the pills was for his own use, because August approached Sara about her ADHD medication, hoping to get some from her. And Simon, not wanting August to manipulate Sara or something to get her prescription medication, offered to get him some himself to protect her.)

“The Royal Court wont’ take this lightly. They’re probably sitting around, probably planning how they’re gonna punish me…” August, for all his claims that he could murder someone and get away with it, doesn’t seem to know how the Royal Court works, how much they want to avoid scandal. It’s August’s guilt aboutt the fucked up thing that he did that’s eating him up, and at this point he has yet to even talk to his stepfather and find out about the actual legal repercussions of what he did.

I like that Sara knows how to help someone having an anxiety attack. But then she goes and gets all hot and bothered about August when he’s having an attack…?

Simon approaching Wille… and then walking away and texting Ayub so fast… boy is so in love and desperate to get over it because he’s still hurt.

(Also, fixating on that scene in the gif above, when they both go for the Garfield pencil case at the same time… Simon’s hand lingers a bit longer than he probably meant to, until Wille tries to be all cute with his pinky finger, then he pulls his hand back quickly. It’s like he short-circuited for a moment there, yanked back to the horror movie night, when they first touched like that… when sparks flew…)

Also, something that hit me later. Part of Wille’s love language is touch, because he’s touch starved. So being close and touchy with Simon is how he would usually be. But when Simon rejects Wille’s touch, when he stiffens and looks uncomfortable, Wille internalizes that and it’s painful but he respectfully keeps his distance, but it kills him slowly. To be in such close proximity but not allowed to touch him. And later seeing Simon with Marcus, seeing Marcus hug him, touch him, kiss him… it’s torture. He’s learning to keep his distance, he’s learning to let go, even if it kills him. (So it’s so obviously such a test of his will when Simon is the one who gets so painfully close, outside of the Valentine’s ball. Simon stands literal centimeters from him, and Wille has to resist the urge to respond, react. He just stands there, feeling like he might implode, but steadfast and resolute, for Simon. Because he’s grown, because he’s matured, because he really cares about Simon. It’s not only about what he wants anymore, it’s about what Simon wants too. So until Simon wants to touch him, until Simon wants him to touch him back, then it’s not okay. But it’s obvious that he’s there already, he’s ready whenever Simon is. So when Simon gives in, he rapidly caves. Consent is fucking sexy, my friends.)

I love Ayub, he’s such a good friend. He’s less impulsive and imposing than Rosh, and he seems to really understand Simon a lot of the time, be supportive. “We can leave if you want.” Everyone deserves an Ayub.

Also, Simon saying “I’m really nervous” is because he’s executing a plan, the plan is to forget Wille, get over him completely. And if he fails, then he’s disappointing everyone, including himself, he’s betraying himself in a way. “You have to put yourself first” Rosh tells him, but at that moment Simon processes this advice as putting his feelings for Wille behind, and if he can’t do it, he’s… pathetic? An idiot…? And just like Nils tells Wille that he needs to be with someone of his own class, Simon is being told that he needs to be with one of his own too, so if he can’t do it, he’s a fake, a class-traitor.

Marcus is so fucking pushy, and he seems to think himself so charming. I hate that Simon has to pretend to be nice and smiley as he’s saying “please no”, I feel so upset for him. Especially after he rejected Wille’s touch, he’s now letting himself be touched by Marcus, and be dragged on stage and be forced to sing with him, and he’s going with it because he thinks this is what needs to happen for him to move on, for him to get over Wille. His brain is working overtime to convince him that this is okay, that this is how it goes, it’s charming, he’s fun.

“Move it.” “Can’t you just sit somewhere else?” My hero Henry, being defiant. Yes, Vincent, why can’t you sit somewhere else? Vincent is the perfect example of another power-hungry asshole.

I love that when Wille watches Ayub’s Instagram story and he’s boiling with jealousy, he immediately locks eyes with August as if saying “this is all your fault” and I love the look of low-key panic in August’s face when he locks eyes with Wille, who looks like he’s about to murder someone, but August has no idea what’s going on. But he knows he should be scared. Run, bitch.

“Wilhelm, I’m so glad you called,” Kristina sounds so sweet for a moment, either for appearances in front of the Royal Court, or is she really taken by surprise by him calling her? Do you really expect that your son is going to call you out of the blue like nothing happened? Do you think he’s forgiven you for what you did?

Everyone saying that it’s so funny that the first exchange is “Simon is on a date with someone else!” “Um…okay?” But it’s so relatable. That’s how I talk on the phone when I’m stressed or anxious or angry… Big statement first, context later.

Kristina in her head: I’m gonna be a good mum, I’ll listen to my son rant about this boy… but the moment Wilhelm says he doesn’t want to be “the fucking Crown Prince” she switches gears. She says “stop”. They translate it as “Oh for goodness’ sake”, but it sounds like “sluta”. Stop. Stop whatever this is. You’re being hysterical.

Wille climbing on the desk is one of the most iconic moments in this season. Trust me, if I were taller, I’d probably be climbing all kinds of furniture when I’m having an anxiety attack, because that’s what my body is asking me to do. Get to higher ground. It’s the fight or flight response.

”I’m sick and tired of you making decisions behind my back all the time!” Yes, we all are, babyboy. You tell them. You are not a fucking puppet.

Very long, as always, sorry for that… episode 2 coming soon.

(Let’s face it, this is just me wasting time instead of updating my current fic because I feel blocked… whatever…)

#young royals analysis #young royals #young royals season 2 #young royals s2 #young royals thoughts #wilmon #wilmon endgame

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sleepy-stories · 23 days ago

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nothing was organised but i added 5 characters in. i hope you find them

Fantasmagorie (1908)

Little nemo (1911)

Colonel heeza liar (1913)

Gertie the dinosaur (1914)

Bobby bump (1915)

Farmer al falfa (1915)

Mutt and jeff (1916)

Krazy kat (1916)

Koko the clown (1918)

Felix the cat (1919)

Aesop’s fables (1921)

Alice’s comedies: alice and julius (1922)

Dinky doodle (1924)

Pete (1925)

Winnie the pooh (1926)

Oswald the lucky rabbit & fanny cottontail & ortensia the cat (1927)

Clarabelle cow (1928)

Tigger (1928)

Mickey & minnie mouse (1928)

horace horsecollar (1929)

Popeye (1929)

Bosko the talk ink kid & honey (1929)

The little king (1930)

Bimbo (1930)

Betty boop (1930)

Pluto (1930)

Toby the pup (1930)

Flip the frog (1930)

Van beuren tom and jerry (1931)

Foxy & roxy (1931)

Scrappy (screen gem - 1931)

Goofy goof (1932)

Bluto (1932)

Goopy geer (1932)

Buddy (1933)

Fanny zilch (1933)

Three little pigs and big bad wolf (dis) 1933

Donald duck & peter pig (1934)

Clara cluck (1934)

I haven’t got a hat crew: porky, little kitty, bean, oliver owl, ham and ex (1935)

Molly moo-cow (1935)

Owl jolson (1936)

Mortimer Mouse (1936)

Kiko the kangaroo (1936)

Daffy duck (1937)

Della & Hdl (1937)

Egghead (1937)

Elmer fudd (1937)

Gabby goat (1937)

Petunia pig (1937)

Happy Rabbit (1938)

Gandy goose (1938)

Happy rabbit (1938)

Andy panda (1939)

Barney bear (1939)

Casper the friendly ghost (1939)

Sniffles mouse (1939)

Dinky duck (1939)

Bugs bunny (1940)

Woody woodpecker (1940)

Tom and jerry (1940)

Daisy duck (1940)

Fauntroy fox and Crawford crow (1941)

Butch cat & toodles cat (1941)

Pete Jr (1942)

Mighty mouse (1942)

Spike bulldog (1942)

Nibbles mouse (1942)

Tweety (1942)

Beaky & mama buzzard (1942)

Henery hawk (1942)

Blitz wolf (1942)

Jose carioca (1942)

Meathead cat (1943)

Droopy (1943)

Chip & dale (1943)

Red hot riding hood (1943)

Topsy cat (1943)

Screwy squirrel (1944)

Panchito pistoles (1944)

Sylvester the cat (1945)

Pepe le pew (1945)

Yosemite sam (1945)

Heckle and jeckle (1946)

Foghorn leghorn (1946)

Gossamer (1946)

Barnyard dog (1946)

George and junior (1947)

Goofy gophers (1947)

Scrooge mcduck (1947)

Gladstone gander (1948)

Hippety hopper (1948)

Marvin the martian (1948)

Lightning cat (1949)

Butch (1949)

Wile e coyote & roadrunner (1949)

Tyke the pup (1949)

Playboy penguin (1949)

Penelope pussycat (1949)

Little quacker (1950)

Granny (1950)

Sylvester jr. (1950)

Snoopy (1950)

Max Goof/Goofy Jr. (1951)

Clyde bunny (1951)

Gyro gearloose (1952)

Sam sheepdog & ralph wolf (1953)

Southern wolf (1953)

Speedy Gonzales (1953)

Tasmanian devil (1954)

Goldie o-gilt (1954)

Sam and friends- sam, yorick, pierre the french rat, hank and frank (1954)

Kermit the frog, harry the hipster, omar, mushmellon (1955)

Michigan j. Frog (1955)

Flintheart glomgold (1956)

Grinch (1957)

Ruff and reddy (1957)

Huckleberry hound, yogi bear, boo boo (1958)

pixie, dixie, mr. jinks (1958)

Donald Duck jr. (1959)

Rocky and bullwinkle (1959)

Quick draw mcgraw (1959)

Loopy de loop (1959)

hokey wolf (1960)

Calvin and the colonel (1961)

Ludwig von drake (1961)

Magica de spell (1961)

Top cat, choo-choo, benny the ball, brain, spook, fancy-fancy (1961)

Rowlf the dog (1962)

Pink panther (1963)

Fethry duck (1964)

Woodstock (1967)

The banana splits (1968)

Fritz the cat (1972)

The muppets- gonzo (1970) miss piggy (1974), dr teeth and the electric mayhem, sam eagle (1975) fozzie, scooter, bunsen honeydew (1976), beaker (1977)

Garfield (1978)

Rizzo the rat (1980)

mario , donkey kong, pauline (1981)

Luigi (1983)

Elmo (1984)

Princess peach and bowser (1985)

Basil & ratigan (1986)

Ducktales - webby, beakley, launchpad, duckworth (1987)

Who framed roger rabbit- roger, jessica and benny (1988)

Ducktales - fenton (1989)

Babs, buster, plucky and hampton (1990)

Sonic and doctor egghead (1991)

Drake mallard (1991)

Pete Jr. (1992)

Max Goof (1992)

Tails (1992)

Amy rose (1993)

Yakko, wakko, dot (1993)

Knuckles (1994)

Lola bunny (1996)

Pepe the king prawn (1996)

South park- the boys, craig gang and the girls (1997)

Spongebob (1999)

Shadow the hedgehog, shrek and donkey (2001)

Fiona, ginger breadman and pinocchio (2001)

Sulley and mike wazowski (2001)

Dennis the Duck (2002)

Puss in boots (2004)

Shaun sheep & bitzer (2007)

Mlp (2010)

Kitty softpaws, humpty dumpty, and tina russo (2011)

Dhmis (2011)

Ducktales reboot- lena de spell and mark beaks (2017)

Hazbin hotel (2024)

#toons throughout the years #new 5 characters added

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 year ago

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Mer!AU ask

How would the mer boys all react to having big ole sleepy frogs trying to nap on them? And do they know about the whole flipping a shark upside down to stop an attack fact? :0

Hm well they'd have to be in a biome where frogs are, which are usually ponds and are therefore unreachable. But I think they'd be spooked by frogs.

And they know what tonic immobility is.

#answered ask #cosmic tides #dca mer au #dca mer boys #frogs #tonic immobility

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thinkbolt · 1 year ago

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Spooks (MGM, 1932) ft. Flip the Frog - dir/animator Ub Iwerks

#classic cartoon #youtube #golden age animation #1930s #mgm #ub iwerks #skeletons #flip the frog #Halloween cartoon

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cgunawan · 2 years ago

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Film Journal #2

Flip the Frog in Spooks (1932)

Directed By Ub Iwerks.

Produced By Ub Iwerks, Pat Powers.

Animated By Ub Iwerks.

Music: Carl Stalling.

1) Technique section:

The Flip the Frog series was created and published only in black & white. Techno-Cracked, a 1933 Celebrity Productions, Inc. film, may have been shot in Cinecolor, according to some. In 1932, the same year that Technicolor started transitioning away from its two-color method in favour of their new three-strip process, a new two-color process called Cinecolor was introduced. With his ComiColor Cartoon series, Iwerks would later utilise Cinecolor extensively.

This animation was done with a traditional animation. It is a technique in which each frame is drawn by hand since during this time there were no computer animation yet.

To more accurately match the animation to the audio, a preliminary soundtrack, often known as a scratch track, is recorded. It is nearly always simpler to synchronise animation to an existing soundtrack than it is to synchronise an existing soundtrack to conventional animation because of how slowly traditional animation is generated.

2) Representation section:

Flip and his horse seek cover during a nocturnal downpour. In a strong gust, a dilapidated shack vanishes. They slog their way up a hill, where they happen upon a mansion that is inhabited by insane skeletons and have a series of adventures.

The classic haunted house tales have a lot in common with Spooks. With Flip having to deal with a full departure from reality, and in the end, even his horse is lost to the odd skeleton world, it's a little more akin to The Rocky Horror Picture Show in this instance.

3) Reception section:

Dean & Son Ltd. published a Flip the Frog Annual in 1932 in England. It was created by Wilfred Haughton, who also created the original Mickey Mouse Annuals for Deans, and was published "by special arrangement with Ub Iwerks, The Originator of The Film Character, Flip the Frog." Due to the failure of Flip, which ended in 1933, and the Annual, it only had one edition. In the years that followed, Flip was mostly forgotten by the general public.

Personally, I believe the shows are very nicely created for that era. The humors and technicality were enjoyable to watch. Animating a skeleton traditionally by hand was very hard, but they did it amazingly.

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grindhousecellar · 2 years ago

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#flip the frog #spooks #skeleton #halloween cartoons #halloween #gif #spooky #grindhousecellar

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blu-viper · 4 years ago

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My favorite skeleton character from Flip The Frog.

#flip the frog #spooks #fanart #illustration #skeleton #vintage cartoon #falling apart #illustrators on tumblr

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years ago

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Hey, Frog! I would like to order a request to go, please 🤣🤣🤣 my request: gn! says "I'm gonna sleep in you room tonight!" to the Rise Turtles and it isn't taking a no for an answer.

Nothing sexual or anything, the boys have been having a rough week and gn! just wants to cuddle their boyfriend while sleeping and maybe, just maybe, a little make out session 🤭

A/n:I do this to my friends (not including the make out session...sometimes(jk). Thank you for requesting

Summery:you tell the turtles your sleeping in their bed and won't take no for an answer.

Type:hcs:turtles x gn reader

Version:rise

Donatello

Shouted something about his bed not being big enough

But it was

He wasn't mad but was acting like it

But hey your warm body pressed against his shell was comforting

So he didn't push you off and actually found it nice

Michelangelo

He sleeps in a hammock...

So you hoping in there with him just makes the both of you flip over

He just stared at you as you both layed on the floor

Once you two go into the hammock without dieing he would gladly cuddle you

Just don't flip him over again or they'll never find your body

Raphael

He wouldn't mind

And yes raph had the best cuddles

So he'd gladly hold you in his arms or have you hold him

He wouldn't mind either way

But be prepared he talks in his sleep

Leonardo

Since you just popped up and said that he acted like you were trying to kill him

Like just freaking out because you were holding

Them calmed down after a minute or two of doing so

Just to cuddle up to your chest and go to bed

He didn't care you were there you just spooked him and he wanted to be dramatic

A/n:i hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt x male reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x gn reader #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x reader #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years ago

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IMAGINE GOING ON A NATURE WALK WITH BILLY AND TAKING SPOOKY PICTURES (+ Stu dressing up as a cryptid for added spooks in some of them)

OKAY INSPO TIME. I modified this a lil tho, hope you dont mind!

This can be read as either platonic or romantic

TW: Unhealthy friendship/relationship dynamics. Dark implications. Blood. The term "ladies first" is mentioned but can be interpreted as jokingly/condescendingly if male or GN!Reader. Su!cide Joke.

Halloween - poly!Ghostface x Reader:

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The sound of Billy's camera echoed along the trees of the foggy forest, it's lens pointing at the murky gray depths of the lake you three usually frequented during the summer time.

You rest your face in your hands from your spot on the log, a towel draped on rotting wood in hopes of preventing your costume soaking in the moisture. You're lost in thought, buzz of cicadas in the air lulling you as you stare out at the waters. A groan rattles you from your reverie, and you blink towards the blond standing not too far from you.

"Billy, come oooon man." Stu whines as he traces patterns into the dirt with the stick he's holding "We've been here like, an hour. If we don't leave soon I'm gonna fuckin -Ccckkk - off myself." The blond sticks his tongue out dramatically as he performs a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat.

"Shut up Stu." Billy says, adjusting some setting on his camera, lifting it up again to take another series of pictures, not even bothering to look up and acknowledge the faux-offended gasp leaving Stu's mouth.

You smirk. "Do it. A corpse would just add to the atmosphere." The dark joke leaves your mouth teasingly, and you stick your tongue out at Stu as he flips you off with a grin before turning back to Billy, waving his stick like a wizard as he speaks.

"Look, man. I'm a growing boy. This right here?" He taps his temple. "Needs stimulation. Prefrontal Cortex development and aaaall that good stuff. You don't want me to grow up a stunted adult, right?"

Billy finally turns around to give him an unimpressed look before allowing a small smirk to grave his features. "Too late. That happened when mom and pops stopped hugging you."

You snicker and Stu pouts.

"Damn man. Is it Ouch-o-ween or what?" He grumbles before something catches your eye.

"Hey Stu, what's that?"

Stu's blue eyes look down to where yours are trained, and he squints before crouching down and poking the bumpy, rather moist looking thing with his stick. He moves the moss and a sharp grin pulls at his lips, mirth dancing in his eyes as he turns his head to you.

"Dead frog."

You blink. "You didn't kill it did you?"

"What? Noooo, I'm not some kind of monster Y/n." Something dark flashes in his eyes as he says those words, something that make an uncomfortable feeling pit in your stomach. It disappears almost as quickly as it comes, and Stu shrugs. "It was already dead. Probs starvation, since this place is also DEAD." Stu shouts that last word with an emphasis, startling both you and Billy as his voice reverberates along the trees. Stu chuckles at your reactions. Another poke and the stick almost breaks the rough skin of the frogs back.

"Let me see. Hey - don't fuck it up, stop poking it." Billy's speaks as he begins walking to where Stu stands with his camera in tow, not at all bothered by the mud tracking the boots of his Michael Myers costume.

An idea strikes you as you too make your way over to the two boys.

"Hey Stu, gimme that stick for a second!"

He hands it to you, and you get to work, the patterns and symbols etched in your mind being transferred onto the dirt as you encircle the frog with macabre sketches. Stu's eyes brim with mischievousness and curiosity in equal measure, and Billy's eyes mirror them.

"Aaaaand." You poke your tongue out the side of your mouth as you put the finishing touches "There! Pretty cool huh? Saw it in some cheap giallo film." You puff up your chest proudly as the two boys take in the pentagram and demonic symbols that now had the dead, rotting frog within it's center.

"Doooope. Looks like you got it, heh, dead-on." Stu cackles with his tongue out as you roll your eyes playfully. Billy gives you an impressed look as he tilts his head at different angles. He lifts his camera up, but hesitates and brings it down before locking eyes with you both.

"it's good. But...missing something." He says, and a shadow flickers in his eyes, one that had you hold back a shudder.

"What?"

Your breath hitches, and you hear Stu's does too, as Billy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Buck 120. He unsheathes it, and his eyes dart between you and Stu's faces.

"Blood. For a little, hmm. Ambiance." He pauses. "You two in?"

You and Stu look at one another and you notice the excitement in his blues, pupil almost obscuring the sky-like color. You know immediately what his answer will be, and you pass your tongue over your drying lips as Billy looks at you both expectantly.

You nod at the same time that Stu confirms his participation with a loud quip that you don't register. All you can focus on is the steel that flashes with every subtle movement of Billy's hand. Something catches in your breath, tight and uncomfortable, as Billy opens his free hand towards you with a smirk.

"Ladies first."

You swallow the lump and nod, eyes squeezing closed as Billy's warm hand wraps around your wrist. He notices this and, in an almost soothing, very-not-Billy way, he gently runs his thumb against your wrist's pulse soothingly before bringing the knife to your arm.

As the sharp blade nicks your skin, you feel warm, and a brief fire lights in your veins as blood drips out of you slowly like water. it dribbles onto the frog, it's body as silent as the air around you as all your eyes train on your blood with bated breath. After a few large drops, you pull your arm away, putting pressure on the cut and hissing as it stings.

A grin that looks jagged stretches Billy's lips, and he lifts his eyebrows playfully as he now looks at Stu. Stu gives a nervous grin back, and it almost seemed like he was scared of Billy having a knife, but any trepidation seemingly disappears as he holds out his arm with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

"My turn!"

Billy chuckles, and does the same to Stu that he did to you, earning a hiss from the taller man as life leaves his veins in a thin stream. The two lock eyes as Stu clenches his jaw and Billy's eyes brim in excitement. They break this contact when Stu pulls away, gripping his own wound as best as he can, using the apron from his Bubba Sawyer costume to stall the blood flow further.

Billy sheathes the knife as you and Stu grip at your arms, placing it away as his hands once again grab his camera and lifting it to his face.

"Wait. What about you?" You ask, confusion marring your features, and Stu raises his eyes from his still bleeding arm to also give Billy a questioning glance.

Billy lowers the camera briefly, and a blank expression paints his face as he stares down at the frog and gives a nonchalant shrug.

"There's already enough blood."

You both look down and see that he's right. Red dribbled down green-gray skin and seeped into the dirt around it, trailing outwards in a way that looked like it was reaching for something.

You and Stu's blood painted the perfect picture for Billy.

He brings the camera to his face once more and the shudder sounds louder than it is as he takes a myriad of pictures. Come to think of it...this forest seems a lot more spacious than you remember it was back in the summer. The opposite of claustrophobia encases your heart.

Stu gives a shaky smile to the both of you, and you and Billy return it with varying levels of steadiness. Your mouth moves before you can stop it, earning a chuckle from Billy and a loud cackle from Stu.

"Happy Halloween."

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly!ghostface #poly ghostface #ghostface #poly!ghostface x reader #billy x reader x stu #poly ghostface x reader #scream imagines #slasher imagines #ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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ftfthetoonist · 7 years ago

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#flip the frog #flip #MGM cartoons #spooks #1930s #cartoon #inktober 2017 #inktober #day 12

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years ago

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Part Of The Family (Spy x Family)

Heyo! I'm back with another Spy x Family fic! Fact is: I really wanted to write for Lee!Yor, and so I did! This one's a tad angsty, but nothing too heavy! I hope you like it!

Spoiler warning for The Admissions Interview Arc! (Chapters: 3-6, Episodes: 3-5)

Summary: Since the interview, Yor can't shake the feeling that she's failing at her role in Loid and Anya's lives. Thankfully the pair are there to remind her she's part of their family all the way.

“What kind of wife can’t cook for her family?” “So you do prefer your old mother to your new one.” “Don’t snap at me just because she prefers her old mother to you.”

Yor closed her eyes, the callous words that bloated pig spoke to them still ringing in her head. It had been some time since the interview. Since then, Anya had been accepted into Eden College, and life with her family had been going well.

Fake family.

She kept almost forgetting that.

They were at the park, Anya running about and playing with the local children as she sat back and watched. Loid had a job today, so it was just her and Anya. For the short amount of time she’d known them, she had already gotten attached. Anya with her sweet smiles and endless joy, and Loid with his calm, accepting manner.

They were a good pair. A great one really.

Did she…did she really fit with them?

As nasty as his words were, they hurt because they held some truth. She didn’t know how to cook, the most she could make was instant ramen. It wasn’t a big deal; Loid never shamed her for it and Anya liked it when she made it, but still…

“Let’s try again! This time, I’m gonna cook!” She declared, standing from her bench as Anya came running up. “Momma! Momma! Look, look!” The little girl held up a small frog, bright green and shiny from the water. “Oh, it’s so pretty!” Yor smiled at the girl, her mind still on dinner plans.

“Hm…frog legs are a popular dish in France. Maybe I can make those?”

Anya put the frog back.

~~~

“Okay, let’s see…” They were home now, bags of various groceries sitting on the counter. Anya was currently poking through one of them to find her peanuts. “Momma, what are you gonna make?” She asked, excitedly digging into her snack upon finding them.

“I’m not sure yet…oh! Loid has a cookbook somewhere! Where is it... ah, here!” She pulled it from the top shelf and flipped to a random page. “Aright, how about…nope, don’t have the ingredients for that. Maybe…oh that looks kinda hard…oh! How about…nope- don’t have that either…”

Anya chewed on her peanuts, watching Yor struggled to pick something to make. “You can do it, Momma!” She cheered through a mouthful of food, earning a small smile. “Don’t talk with your mouth full honey, you’ll choke. Thank you though” She patted Anya’s head as she put the book down. “None of these recipes seem to be beginner friendly...Alright- time for Yor’s famous Everything stir-fry!”

“An Everything stir fry? What’s that?” Loid asked as he came through the door, spooking the assassin. “Papa!” Anya charged him, peanut shells trailing behind her as she threw herself into his arms. “Welcome back!”

“Anya, you’re getting peanut’s everywhere.” He brushed off the shells with a huff of laughter as she hugged him tight. Meeting Yor’s eyes, he nodded to the groceries. “You’re cooking tonight?”

“Ah, well…yeah! I want to show I can do it!” She blazed with determination, trying her best to hide her nerves. “You always cook for us, so I thought I’d make something for once. If that’s alright…” She stumbled on her confidence, suddenly looking self conscious.

Loid quickly waved it off. “Of course it’s alright. I’m excited to see what you have planned.” He turned to their daughter. “Come on, Anya, let’s get you cleaned up and let Momma do her thing.” As they turned to leave, Anya gave her a thumbs up. “You can do it!” She called as they disappeared into another room.

Yor nodded, pulling her hair back and tightening her apron.

One home cooked meal for three.

No pressure.

~~~

“Well…here we are!” Yor placed the wok down on the table, palling at the sight before taking her seat. “W-What do you think?”

Loid and Anya stared, their expressions not too different from when she temporarily immobilized a cow. Within the wok was a concoction of…something. It was muddy and odd and smelled like a witches potion gone terribly wrong. “Um...what is it?” Loid asked.

“It’s…It’s stir-fry!” Yor tried with a smile, faltering when Anya seemed to sink. “Momma, what happened? It’s…smelly.” Anya blinked at the meal, looking more and more green by the minute.

“Anya,” Loid gave her a look before smiling at Yor. “It’s certainly new. What did you call it again? An everything stir fry?”

“Ehe…well, yes. It’s something I would make Yuri and I when we were kids...seems it hasn’t aged well.” She laughed weakly, the reality of everything going wrong coming back full force.

The entire cooking process was a disaster. Between nearly losing all the vegetables she was chopping, setting the kitchen ablaze twice, and trying to make sure everything was cooked all the way through: the results were a mostly burnt, charcoal in some places dish.

She had hoped by seasoning it with whatever was in the cabinet would mask the burnt taste, but in her haste she accidentally broke the salt shaker, spilling what seemed like a pound of the stuff in. No amount of scrapping could hide the ever present crystals within the cracks of the burns.

All and all: It was a mess. A massive, burnt, salty mess.

“Now hold on- smell isn’t everything. Maybe it tastes good?” Loid bravely took his spoon and scooped up a bit, eyeing it neutrally. Nodding, he put it in his mouth.

Silence.

“Papa? Are you alive?”

“Loid…are you alright?”

Loid looked...well.

“It’s great! Salty…very salty, but great!” He smiled, barely suppressed a shudder, the hand on his knee beneath the table clenched up so tightly his knuckles were white. With a prayer to whomever was listening, he swallowed, choking it down. “It’s....delicious.” He nodded, looking green.

Papa’s a liar. Anya thought.

“I’ll order a pizza.” Yor decided.

“Pepperoni please!” Anya cheered.

~~~

Later, when the disaster of dinner was scraped clean and the pizza was finished, the three sat together in the main room, Anya’s spy show as background noise. The little girl was happily singing along with the ending credits as Yor and Loid watched on, amused by her antics.

“Sorry for messing up dinner.” Yor spoke softly, catching the blonde’s attention. “What? No, it’s alright. It really wasn’t that bad.” He reassured her, faltering when she gave him a side eye. “Well…okay, maybe it was a tad salty.”

“More than a tad. I might as well have put the entire ocean in there.” Yor laughed bitterly, shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, it’s not even dinner. I just…this is gonna sound silly but…I guess I wanted to do better as a wife and mother.”

This gained Loid’s full attention, along with Anya’s. “What? You’re already a great wife and mother. So you can’t cook. That’s okay- I can barely do laundry. Before you I’d have to throw away most of my white shirts cause I couldn’t get the stains out.”

“Yeah! And Papa’s terrible at singing lullabies! You make them sound so pretty!” Anya cheered, standing up and running to the couch, climbing on and hugging Yor. “And you give good hugs, and your superwoman, and you’re-” Anya paused, staring up at Yor. “Momma’s crying…”

Yor hadn’t realized she had started tearing up. Quickly wiping her eyes, she smiled. “I’m okay. I just…I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

Loid and Anya looked at one another. A look of understanding seemed to pass across their features, followed by equally mischievous smiles. “Anya. Momma’s sad. And you know what we do for people we care for when they’re sad, right?”

The little girl giggled in her hands, delight touching her eyes. “Yeah! We gotta cheer up Momma!”

“What? What do you mean- Ey!” Yor couldn’t hide the squeal fast enough when Loid’s hands came from behind, gently tickling her ribs. “Loohohoohoid! Hahahahhang ohohohohohon!”

“Oo, what’s wrong? Can’t fight back? What happened to all those superwoman moves from earlier?” He teased, grinning when she attempted to swat at him. Normally getting up and taking him down would be easy. She’d taken down bigger men before.

Of course, none of those scenarios had a giggly six year old sitting on her lap. Anya was quickly following her papa’s lead, tiny fingers wiggling against Yor’s stomach and hips. “hehe, cheering up Momma!”

“Nohohoohohoht yoohhoohohohou tohohohoohohoho Anyahaahahhahahaha! Ahhehahahhaahahah! Plehehahahahhahahse!” Yor squeaked out helplessly, trying and failing to block their attacks. Any attempts to catch Anya’s hands only opened herself up to more precise tickles from Loid. When she tried to twist around to retaliate, Anya would wriggle closer to her and block her movements. Needless to say, she was trapped. “Coohohohohohome ohohohohoohon yohoohohou twohohohohoo!”

“Come on what? Keep tickling you? Okay!” Loid grinned cheekily, the rare playful side of his coming out full frontal as he drove his fake wife to mirthful tears. At some point, Anya moved off of Yor, sitting on the open space of the couch and watching the shenanigans go down. “Hehe, Momma and Papa are silly!”

“Ohoohohohohoho thahahahhat’s it! Cohohohohme heehehhere!” With her ‘restraints’ gone, Yor switched to assassin mode, twisting around and pulling Loid over the couch, quickly pinning him before tickling back. “Anya! Help me get papa!” She called out, grinning as Loid failed to fight back the endless stream of giggles. “Nohohoohoho! Ahahhahahanya hehehehehelp pahahhahahapa!”

“Tickle wars!” The little girl cried, jumping onto the pair and getting mixed up in the chaos once again.

~~~

“Geez…so this is what it’s like having a family.” Loid laughed softly as he draped the blanket over the two girls. Not too long after their tickle fight, Yor and Anya promptly fell asleep, soft snores filling the space between them in a gentle rhythm. The spy shook his head fondly as he watched them sleep, running a hand against Anya’s head. “You two…what am I going to do with you girls?”

Perhaps them being asleep made it easier to say what he felt. Deciding to run with it, he looked over at Yor. “Heh...now that I think about it, I should have said more earlier than just about the laundry. Since you’ve got here, you’ve helped make this whole parent thing so much easier on me. You help me realize my shortcomings and improve on them, and you’re a great mom to Anya. She seems happier. Hell, I’m happier too.” He looked away, clearing his throat. “Heh…I’m not that good at this, but…thank you. For being with us, and for making life that more interesting.”

Maybe he was imagining it, but he swore he saw Yor’s lip twitch into a smile then. When he looked again, she was still asleep. Chalking it up to weariness, he took his own seat in his usual chair and closed his eyes, letting himself relax for the first time in a while.

Yeah. She’s definitely part of the family.

Thanks for reading!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29, @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022

#Spy x Family #tickle #tickle fic #yor briar #loid forger #Anya forger #light angst with a happy ending #cooking mishaps #implied Loid x Yor at the end #wholesome chaos #spy x family spoilers

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sleepy-stories · 21 days ago

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COMPLETED AND EDITED LIST!: TOONS THROUGHOUT THE YEARS SEASON 3

Fantasmagorie (1908)

Little Nemo (1911)

Colonel heeza liar (1913)

Gertie the Dinosaur (1914)

Bobby Bump (1915)

Farmer al falfa (1915)

Mutt and Jeff (1916)

Krazy Kat (1916)

Koko the clown (1918)

Felix the Cat (1919)

Aesop’s Fables (1921)

Alice’s comedies: Alice and julius (1922)

Dinky Doodle (1924)

Pete (1925)

Winnie the Pooh (1926)

Oswald the lucky rabbit & fanny cottontail & ortensia the cat (1927)

Clarabelle cow (1928)

Tigger (1928)

Mickey & Minnie mouse (1928)

Popeye (1929)

Bosko the talk ink kid & honey (1929)

Horace horsecollar (1929)

Bimbo (1930)

Pluto (1930)

The Little King (1930)

Betty Boop (1930)

Flip the Frog (1930)

Toby the Pup (1930)

Scrappy (screen gem - 1931)

Van beuren tom and jerry (1931)

Foxy & Roxy (1931)

Goopy geer (1932)

Goofy goof (1932)

Bluto (1932)

Three little pigs and big bad wolf (dis) 1933

Fanny zilch (1933)

Buddy (1933)

Donald duck & peter pig (1934)

Clara cluck (1934)

I haven’t got a hat crew: porky, little kitty, bean, oliver owl, ham and ex (1935)

Molly moo-cow (1935)

Mortimer Mouse (1936)

Owl jolson (1936)

Kiko the kangaroo (1936)

Petunia pig (1937)

Daffy duck (1937)

Gabby goat (1937)

Della & Hdl (1937)

Egghead (1937)

Elmer fudd (1937)

Gandy goose (1938)

Happy rabbit (1938)

Casper the friendly ghost (1939)

Sniffles mouse (1939)

Barney bear (1939)

Dinky duck (1939)

Andy panda (1939)

Tom and jerry (1940)

Bugs bunny (1940)

Woody woodpecker (1940)

Daisy duck (1940)

Butch cat & toodles cat (1941)

Fauntroy fox and Crawford crow (1941)

Nibbles mouse (1942)

Jose carioca (1942)

Spike bulldog (1942)

Beaky & mama buzzard (1942)

Henery hawk (1942)

Blitz wolf (1942)

Mighty mouse (1942)

Tweety (1942)

Pete Jr (1942)

Meathead cat (1943)

Droopy (1943)

Chip & dale (1943)

Red hot riding hood (1943)

Topsy cat (1943)

Screwy squirrel (1944)

Panchito pistoles (1944)

Pepe le pew (1945)

Sylvester the cat (1945)

Yosemite sam (1945)

Heckle and jeckle (1946)

Gossamer (1946)

Foghorn leghorn (1946)

Barnyard dog (1946)

Goofy gophers (1947)

George and junior (1947)

Scrooge mcduck (1947)

Gladstone gander (1948)

Hippety hopper (1948)

Marvin the martian (1948)

Butch (1949)

Wile e coyote & roadrunner (1949)

Lightning cat (1949)

Tyke the pup (1949)

Playboy penguin (1949)

Penelope pussycat (1949)

Little quacker (1950)

Snoopy (1950)

Granny (1950)

Sylvester jr. (1950)

Clyde bunny (1951)

Max Goof/Goofy Jr. (1951)

Gyro gearloose (1952)

Sam sheepdog & ralph wolf (1953)

Southern wolf (1953)

Speedy Gonzales (1953)

Sam and friends- sam, yorick, pierre the french rat, hank and frank (1954)

Goldie o-gilt (1954)

Tasmanian devil (1954)

Kermit the frog, harry the hipster, omar, mushmellon (1955)

Michigan j. Frog (1955)

Flintheart glomgold (1956)

Grinch (1957)

Ruff and reddy (1957)

Huckleberry hound, yogi bear, boo boo (1958)

pixie, dixie, mr. jinks (1958)

Donald Duck jr. (1959)

Quick draw mcgraw (1959)

Loopy de loop (1959)

Rocky and bullwinkle (1959)

hokey wolf (1960)

Magica de spell (1961)

Ludwig von drake (1961)

Top cat, choo-choo, benny the ball, brain, spook, fancy-fancy (1961)

Calvin and the colonel (1961)

Rowlf the dog (1962)

Pink panther (1963)

Fethry duck (1964)

Woodstock (1967)

The banana splits (1968)

The muppets- gonzo (1970)

Fritz the cat (1972)

The muppets- miss piggy (1974), dr teeth and the electric mayhem, sam eagle (1975) fozzie, scooter, bunsen honeydew (1976), beaker (1977)

Garfield (1978)

Rizzo the rat (1980)

mario , donkey kong, pauline (1981)

Luigi (1983)

Elmo (1984)

Princess peach and bowser (1985)

Basil & ratigan (1986)

Ducktales - webby, beakley, launchpad, duckworth (1987)

Who framed roger rabbit- roger, jessica and benny (1988)

Ducktales - fenton (1989)

Babs, buster, plucky and hampton (1990)

Sonic and doctor egghead (1991)

Drake mallard (1991)

Pete Jr. (1992)

Max Goof (1992)

Tails (1992)

Yakko, wakko, dot (1993)

Amy rose (1993)

Knuckles (1994)

Pepe the king prawn (1996)

Lola bunny (1996)

South park- the boys, craig gang and the girls (1997)

Spongebob (1999)

Shadow the hedgehog, shrek and donkey (2001)

Fiona, ginger breadman and pinocchio (2001)

Sulley and mike wazowski (2001)

Dennis the Duck (2002)

Puss in boots (2004)

Shaun sheep & bitzer (2007)

Mlp (2010)

and tina russo (2011)

Dhmis (2011)

Kitty softpaws, humpty dumpty, (2011)

Ducktales reboot- lena de spell and mark beaks (2017)

Hazbin hotel (2024)

#toons throughout the years #list #completed

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cutieodonoghue · 4 years ago

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the edge of hope (3/9)

summary: canon divergent au; when Din left Sorgan to protect the Child, he left the woman he’d fallen in love with, not knowing he’d also left behind something else. Or, Omera and Winta join Mando and Grogu on their season 2 adventures. Mandomera!

Catch up here: 1, 2

Third chapter below the cut or on AO3!

The Passenger

It had been a long time since Omera had last ridden a speeder bike, but it almost felt as if it was just yesterday that she was entering races. She used to love the adrenaline rush; used to crave the feeling of living on the edge, tempting fate as she pushed her skills. With age and experience came wisdom that encouraged her otherwise.

On their way back to the Razor Crest at Mos Eisley, Omera kept her speeder alongside Din’s. It gave them the chance to exchange words every so often, something that helped keep her mind focused on the long journey.

“When did you race speeders?” Din asked. He kept his voice tempered, even over the engine noise.

Omera laughed from behind her scarf. “I was a few years older than Winta. Made me very popular.”

Din chuckled. “You don’t strike me as the kind of person who would race.”

“We’re all young once.”

On Din’s side, she saw the Child tucked into a pouch of a bag, his ears flapping in the wind as he excitedly felt the rush of the ride. It had been a smooth journey, but they still had a ways to go before they would reach the hangar.

“Get behind me.” Din gestured with his head to what laid ahead of them. “Looks like a tight squeeze up there.”

Omera saw the formation of rocks just ahead and slowed enough to put appropriate distance between their speeders. A valley this tight would likely slow Din down just a bit for sake of caution, so she made sure to stay a few lengths back.

Just as he reached the opening of the rock valley, she watched with alarm as his speeder went vertical. There was a trap.

A group of bandits emerged from behind the rocks nearby, guns drawn.

Omera brought her speeder to an all out stop, careening sideways with dust gusting around her and Winta in a big cloud. They narrowly avoided the explosion of Din’s speeder as it crashed onto the ground. Everything that had been loose on board had been flung skyward, including the Child.

From where she was, she couldn’t see the baby, and she hesitated to put both she and Winta further into the situation. There were four bandits, all of them working together, and they seemed focused on getting Din distracted.

He fired his gun at one of the marauders, but the weapon was hit out of his hand. He was able to knock one of them unconscious, but the victory was short-lived when a pair of the enemy teamed up on him with fists.

Meanwhile, she noticed the smaller of the bandits with a rifle, pointed straight at the otherwise distracted Mandalorian. Quick on his feet, Din shot out a grappling hook from his wrist and pulled the rifle straight into the pair trying to assault him.

The bandit with the rifle changed his tactic, instead approaching the tiny boy, who she now saw toddling forward, stumbling slightly.

Acting on an automatic impulse, Omera brought her speeder toward the bandit and used her weight to lean the bike closer to the ground, enough that it spooked the bandit to scrambling away while she plucked the Child up into her arm.

“You okay?” Omera asked the boy.

The Child giggled, his smile wide. She couldn’t help but smile because of it as she brought her speeder around in time to catch Din knocking the thief onto his back with a blast from his gun.

He nodded in Omera’s direction, a signal that it was safe to approach.

“So much for my speeder,” he lamented.

Omera shook her head as she brought them in close. “I wish I could’ve done more to help.”

He studied her for a second. “When we get back to the Crest, I’ll give you a gun.” Din bent down to grab the satchel that had been the Child’s seat for their journey. “Peli will need a payment. I’d hoped we could give her the meat from the dragon.”

Omera climbed off of the speeder. “That I can help with.”

It took them a little while, but they were finally able to secure everything they needed onto the speeder bike.

Winta held the Child, and Din sat in the drivers’ position, leaving Omera to squeeze in behind him. She wrapped her arms around his middle as she got comfortable. They were closer than they’d been since that night on Sorgan. It made her heart race just a bit to recall the memory.

The Mandalorian glanced over his shoulder at her. “Okay?”

Omera nodded. “Just don’t drive like a maniac, and I think we’ll all survive.”

Din chuckled, a real laugh that she couldn’t help but adore. “Hang on tight.”

She did as he requested and he started up the bike, sending them forward at a steady pace.

There were no other bandits along their path, something Omera was very grateful for, and when they returned to the Crest, the worker droids explained that Peli had retreated to the bar for the evening.

On a sigh, Din turned to them, “Why don’t you and Winta get ready to leave while I go settle things with Peli?”

Omera nodded. “Fair enough.” She turned to Winta and smiled. “You ready to get going, my love?”

“There’s so much sand here,” Winta complained, not for the first time. She wore a grimace on her face as she tried to get it out of her hair.

“I know. We’ll get you a bath as soon as we land on our next planet.”

Omera shepherded Winta up onto the ramp that led into the Crest, and with the Child hanging from the pouch off of her side, she grabbed for what else of their belongings remained on the speeder bike.

After settling the rest of their things on the floor of the cargo hold, Omera lifted the Child into her arms and laughed when he reached out to touch her face.

“What?” she asked him playfully. “Can you try to say my name? Omera. O-mer-a.”

The Child merely tilted his head in curiosity, giggling as his fingers finally found her cheek.

“Here. Why don’t you and Winta play?” She settled the boy down onto the floor of the Crest. “I have to go check the speeder one more time.”

As Omera stepped off of the ship, she could hear Din and Peli exchanging words, making their way from the bar back to the hangar bay. The speeder bike sat just beyond the bay doors, and she made sure to check each crevice of the sidecar one more time before she was ready to bid it farewell.

“What’s the cargo?” she heard Din ask.

Omera made her way towards the ship. Din stood just outside of it, facing Peli and a pink frog-like creature. A woman, by the look of her dress.

She croaked an answer out to Din and Peli nodded once. It was interesting: just that morning, Din had been the translator. Now, he needed one of his own.

“It’s her spawn,” Peli said.

She gestured to the backpack that the Frog Lady carried. It was cylindrical, a tube of a sort, with blue liquid and what appeared to be eggs floating by the dozens.

“She needs her eggs fertilized by the equinox or her line will end. If you jump into hyperspace, they’ll die. She said her husband has settled on the estuary moon of Trask in the system of the gas giant Kol Iben.”

“She said all that?” Din asked dryly.

Peli shrugged. “I paraphrased.”

She heard Din sigh softly as she came alongside him. Peli glanced her way with a tiny smirk on her lips, like she had a quip ready to go should the moment arise.

“Is she sure there are Mandalorians there?” Din asked.

Peli croaked in the Frog Lady’s language and received an answer. Turning to the Mandalorian, she said, “She said her husband has seen them.”

For a few seconds, Din hesitated. It seemed he didn’t want to help this woman, whose need was desperate. His need was desperate, too. The Mandalorian they’d found wasn’t truly a Mandalorian.

“We can help bring her to her husband,” Omera said, speaking on Din’s behalf.

Peli’s face brightened. “See, I knew I liked you.”

The Mandalorian sighed heavily but said nothing.

Peli clicked her tongue against her cheek and gave Din a side-eyed glare. “Cranky Pants here was about ready to walk away from a good deal.”

Omera chuckled beneath her breath, looking at the Mandalorian. He had an annoyed stance, his hands on his hips and his head canted just slightly to the side.

“He’s had a long couple of days. He was almost eaten by a sand dragon.” She and Din stared at each other as she spoke. “Forgive him for being cranky.”

“I’m not cranky,” he said with a cranky edge to his voice. “I’m doing due diligence.”

She and the Mandalorian stared at each other for a few seconds. An argument brewed between them in silence. It was the right thing to do, but it wouldn’t be the safest thing to do. She understood that. Din probably did too, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

“I think this job will be rewarding for everyone involved.”

Din sighed again. He nodded his head and gestured outward with one hand toward the Frog Lady, resigned. “Fine.”

When Omera shifted her attention back in front of them, Peli wore a coy smirk on her lips and folded her arms against her chest. Her nose scrunched up when she spoke, “I don’t know where he found you, but I’m glad he did. He’s better for it.”

Her belly flipped on its own accord, but instead of responding to Peli, Omera smiled at the Frog Lady.

“I’m Omera. Come with me. You should meet our children.”

Gently, she waved her hand toward the ship and the Frog Lady followed after her with a curious little noise. Together, they climbed the ramp, and Omera smiled over at their new companion.

From somewhere beyond, she could hear Peli say to Din, “You keep staring at your lady friend like that and you’ll burn a hole straight through her.”

She couldn’t help but smile to herself. He hadn’t changed his ways all that much since he came to Sorgan for the first time.

In the cargo hold, she found Winta giggling with the Child in her arms, both of them sitting on a crate along the wall.

“My daughter and I are traveling with the Mandalorian,” Omera explained, even though the Frog Lady had nothing to say in return. “Winta, we have a guest joining us for a little while.”

Winta perked up, her eyes bright, and she nodded. “Hello. I’m Winta.”

The Frog Lady chirped, a pleasant sound. She seemed pleased to meet Winta and a little curious about the Child. The Child’s eyes went to the cylindrical backpack she carried and extended one hand outwards as he babbled.

The sound of Din’s boots on the ramp followed, quickly joining them in the hold. He sighed heavily, like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

“Omera, can I speak with you in the cockpit?”

She nodded. Looking at the Frog Lady, she smiled. “Make yourself comfortable.”

When they both stood inside the cockpit, Din waited for the door to close before speaking. “We don’t have a lot of space for more passengers.”

“I heard Peli say that she could bring us to more of your kind.”

Din gave a resigned sigh. “Traveling sublight is dicey at best. I don’t think we need pirates or warlords on our tail.”

The concerns were valid, but her desire to do good weighed heavier than any fear of what might happen to them did. He was Mandalorian, and she knew now just how good of a fighter that made him. She had faith that he could carry them through any struggle that might come of helping someone in need.

“How far is the journey?”

In the silence he took to consider his answer, she took notice of how close they stood together. There wasn’t much space to stand in the cockpit, so they stood nearly toe-to-toe.

“Half a day. Likely longer.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Omera smiled at him. “Well, I know you’re a good pilot.”

Din sighed softly. He seemed a little less frustrated.

It was then that she realized: he was unable to deny her. He must have felt something for her far greater than simple companionship. The thought made hope bloom wildly within her chest.

The Mandalorian kept his feelings to himself, and sometimes she wondered if the feelings she felt were at all reciprocated. It was good to know that there at least was a chance.

“I don’t speak her language.”

Omera couldn’t help but smirk. “Feeling a little taken down a notch after your heroics these past few days on Tatooine?”

He sighed again. “No.”

She bit on her lip, thoughtful, and put her palm on his chest over his heart. “Well, Winta and I can sit in the cargo hold with her if that will make it an easier trip.”

He brought his hand to hers on his chest and held it for a few seconds in silence before he replied, “Alright.”

Omera’s eyes closed on their own volition when he lowered his forehead to hers. In her mind, it was as close to a kiss as she would probably ever get from the man she loved. The intimacy of it always filled her chest with the most overwhelming peace she’d ever known.

When Din pulled away, he still held her hand and walked with her out of the cockpit, only releasing her in the instant before she began the climb back down the ladder.

When they gathered with the rest of their crew, the Frog Lady instantly looked away from whatever story Winta was telling her, instead focused on the Mandalorian. She croaked, her words falling on ears that could not understand.

“We are about to take off,” Din said. “I’m gonna ask you to stay strapped in as best you can whenever you’re seated. Especially you, Winta.”

Winta nodded. Omera had to smile at the care in his voice for her daughter.

“I’ll take him.” Din gestured for his son. “It’s gonna take a while. I recommend all of you get some rest.” He looked at the sleeping nook that was built into the back wall and added, “If you want to lay down, feel free.” His attention went to Omera. “Any of you.”

Omera nodded to him. He was doing all of this for her, and she hoped he knew she appreciated it. “Thank you.”

From the cockpit of the Crest, having just set the navigation to automatic, Din settled into his chair feeling just a little bit guilty. He was exhausted, having spent a good part of the day fighting off a krayt dragon, then dealing with bandits during their journey back to Mos Eisley.

The last thing he wanted was a journey like this one, but he did need to find his kind. This was his only lead.

Beside him, the Child cooed, reaching out for a button on the console.

“No touching,” Din chastised. “Nap time.”

The Child looked at him, tilting his head to the side with his ears perked. He reached for the button again and Din sighed heavily.

“What did I just say?” He pulled the Child’s hand away from the button and held it. “Aren’t you tired?”

Din lifted the boy from his spot on the console and into his arms instead, recalling with fondness how Omera had rocked him to sleep by the fire, her voice gentle and beautiful. The depths of her seemed to be never ending.

“Try to sleep, kid.”

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep with the memory of Omera’s lullaby.

The next thing he knew, the communicator beeped at him.

Suddenly, he noticed two X-wings on their tail, moving up on each side of the Crest.

On a deep sigh, he straightened himself. So it wasn’t just pirates he had to be worried about. He also needed to contend with the New Republic.

“Come in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?”

Clearing his head, Din held the Child closer to himself. He answered, “This is Razor Crest. Is there a problem?

“We noticed your transponder is not emitting.”

And it was for good reason, too. If he turned it on, they’d be in far greater danger. Just moving as slow as they were had seemed risky enough as it was.

“Yes, I’m pre-Empire surplus. I’m not required to run a beacon.”

For a second, he thought they bought it.

“That was before. This sector is under New Republic jurisdiction. All craft are required to run a beacon.”

With a slight grimace, Din considered his reply. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll get right on it.”

“Not a problem. Safe travels.”

They were New Republic, and he didn’t want to raise any flags with them. If anything, he wanted to get on their good side, so he said, “May the Force be with you.”

“And also with you.”

A pause.

“Just one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna need you to send us a ping. We’re out here sweeping for Imperial holdouts.”

Kriff. There wasn’t any way out of this, was there? He was going to be figured out, and everyone on board would be at risk. The Child, Omera, Winta… their guest. The Crest had been in some tight spots before with the New Republic. A particular prison breakout came to mind.

“I’ll let you know if I see any.”

“I’m still gonna need you to send us that ping.”

He glanced down at the dash, at the unit that could perform the task as requested. “Well, I’m not sure I have that hardware online.”

“We can wait.”

Din paused, pretending to tinker with it, thinking maybe they’d buy it. “Yeah, I… Doesn’t seem to be working.”

“That’s too bad. If we can’t confirm you’re not Imperial, you’re gonna have to follow us to the outpost at Adelphi. They’ll run your tabs.”

It seemed he would be unable to escape the New Republic this time.

“Oh, wait. There it is.” Din flipped the switch. A ping was sent to the pair of officers. “Transmitting now.”

In his arm, the Child made a noise, a gurgle that lasted longer than his typical cooing.

“Shh.” Din shifted the boy in his grasp. “Be quiet.”

“What’s that?”

“Uh, nothing. The hypervac is drawing off the exhaust manifold.”

The pair of officers took the call onto a separate channel and that was when Din decided to tuck the Child back into his seat. He buckled him in, already knowing that he was about to run.

The pair of X-wings both extended their wings as if they knew what was coming.

“Was your craft in the proximity of New Republic Correctional Transport, Bothan-Five?”

And there it was. They’d caught him.

Having absolutely no choice but to flee the scene, Din took control of the Crest, ignoring the New Republic officer’s voices as they chased him down. He supposed it was lucky that the patrol had come alongside him right on the edge of a planet he could try to use to lose them.

“That thing’s gonna break apart in this atmosphere,” one of the officers said over the comms.

With no other choice but to keep pressing forward, Din did as his gut led. From beside him, the Child let out a noise or two, but kept otherwise silent. He could only imagine how the rest of his traveling party were fairing.

The Crest dropped low, free falling through the clouds of the upper atmosphere of the planet. He hoped that the passengers down below were strapped in tight.

Once they were clear of the clouds, Din grabbed tight control again. The planet was icy on the surface, with canyons like a cracked foundation that were deep enough to fly into.

“He’s headin’ down into that canyon.”

The icy world was unfamiliar, and it was downright impossible to keep the Crest flying steady with two X-wings on him like a couple of pests.

“I got ‘im. Target computer active.”

Nope. Nope. Nope.

It was then that he saw an opportunity. He hung a right and the duo followed, but lost him the instant he lowered the Crest into a tighter cavern.

The ship collided into an ice wall and Din directed it into a tight space, enough that he could hear the hull scraping as they made the maneuver. They bounced off another wall before skidding along the floor until the ship finally stopped.

Each bump and jolt of the vessel made him grimace, but they were hidden. That was all that he needed.

“I’ve lost visual.”

“He’s got to be around here somewhere.”

“You head north. We’ll cover more ground.”

Finally, the confirmation that he’d hidden them well enough came through the comms, just in time for the fragile ice beneath the ship to shatter and for the ship to fall straight down, the feeling of butterflies filling his belly as he braced himself for an impact that was sure to follow.

“Hang on!”

The Child whimpered and sobbed, terrified.

When the Crest hit the ground, it was at an angle, buried into the icy floor. The cavern they’d landed in was dark, and so was the ship. It had lost power in the crash.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Din turned to the Child, his first priority to learn how everyone had fared in the crash landing.

“You okay, kid?”

The Child held his head up high and blinked at him when he stood. From all appearances, the boy was just fine. Maybe shaken, but so was he.

Now, he had to check on the rest of his crew.

With the Child in one arm, he opened the door to the cockpit, not sure what to expect. When he dropped down into the cargo hold, the first thing he noticed was the sound of whistling wind and snowflakes fluttering inside.

There was a gaping hole in the side of the ship, and now everything inside was freezing over. His eyes grew wide with a start and he pivoted to scan the space for the passengers.

“Omera? Winta? Everyone okay?”

Omera and Winta were the first he could see, the mother protecting her child while cuddled together on the floor amongst the scattered cargo. He heard the Frog Lady’s croaking voice before he looked to his right to find her. She rubbed the top of her head, lying out on her side as she shivered.

“Gotta get you some blankets. Keep you warm.”

Din charged into action, going to the nook he used as his bed. There wouldn’t be enough for all of them, but at the very least, he would give what he had.

When he returned with the pair of blankets, he offered one to the Frog Lady first. He helped her sit upright and wrapped it around her, giving her arms a gentle rub.

Looking up, he met Omera’s gaze from across the hold. “You alright?”

She helped Winta sit upright against the wall behind them, studying her daughter briefly.

“Shaken, but we’re fine otherwise. What happened?”

He handed Omera a blanket and she wrapped it around Winta, whose teeth had begun to chatter violently enough that she couldn’t help but make noise.

“My past caught up with me.” Din took a steadying breath to contemplate their next move and scanned the mess that had become the lower deck of his ship. “I’ll cover up this hole. We need to try to keep the warmth inside as best we can.”

He set to work, pinning up a tarp over the hole in the hull, and with Omera’s help, they pushed aside the cargo that had shifted in the crash. After everything was in some semblance of order, he found Omera a blanket.

With the nurture and caring of a mother, she helped the Child sit on a crate with a small snack in hand, and Din approached her with the blanket in hand.

“Here. Found it in storage.”

Omera smiled slightly at his extended offering and reached out to take it, but he acted faster, unfolding it and draping it around her shoulders on her behalf. She held it tight against herself.

He wished he could do more for them. After everything that had happened so far, he felt worse about allowing Omera and Winta to have suffered even just a little in the crash. This wasn’t what they’d joined him for.

“Thank you.”

Looking to the rest of the group, Din said, “The main power drive is not responding, and the hull has lost its integrity. I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls.”

“Are we stuck here?” Omera asked.

“No,” Din replied. “Even if we have to all cram ourselves into the cockpit, we’ll make it out of here, but… for now, we need to wait. I’ll have a better idea of what to do in a few hours. I think we should all try to get some sleep.”

Omera looked at the Frog Lady and he saw something sorrowful in her gaze. The Frog Lady made an equally sad noise.

“We need to try to leave here as quickly as we can,” Omera said, as if just saying so would motivate him. “Peli said these eggs are the last of her kind. If they aren’t brought to Trask in time, it will be the end of her species.”

The Frog Lady seemed to understand Omera’s words. She perked up and nodded in agreement as another croak in her language spilled forth.

Meanwhile, the Child toddled toward Din on the floor, wrapping his fingers around his leg.

“I know what the deal was,” Din finally told Omera. He reached down to lift the Child into his arm, hoping to provide him some comfort in the cold. “But things changed. We’re here. There’s nothing I can do about it right now.”

Omera offered the Frog Lady an apologetic smile. “We will do what we can. I promise your eggs will make it to Trask in time.”

“Omera.”

She shook her head to silence him. “We made her a promise when we brought her on board. We have to do right by her. I know you’re tired, but this is important.”

Din sighed. There were times he was glad he wore a helmet. Presently, he was glad because if Omera could read his face, she would see that he didn’t feel all that enthusiastic about their current predicament.

As much as Omera wanted to be a help to this Frog Lady, she knew nothing about what was going on. He wouldn’t argue with her about it, because she was right: he was exhausted from a couple of hard days. Crashing the Crest into a freezing cold temperament only seemed to intensify his need to shut his eyes.

Beneath his armor, he was only a tired, frustrated man.

He sank down onto the floor, leaning back against the side of the ship. He released a breath, exhausted.

“Winta, let’s try and get some rest,” Omera said. She rubbed her hands along Winta’s arms. She ushered Winta towards the side of the ship near him. “We’ve had a long day.”

Winta settled onto the floor beside him and grabbed onto his arm, her eyes full of worry. “Will the ship be okay?”

Din nodded once. “The Crest has seen a lot. This is just a scratch.”

Winta offered him a smile. Omera joined her on the floor, her arm wrapped tightly around her. Opposite them, the Frog Lady sat on the ground, seemingly too worn to keep up the argument.

She cradled her eggs, a worried croak muttered under the yellow of the emergency lights.

As bad as he felt for all that had happened, Din fell asleep swiftly.

When he awoke, it was to a voice he’d thought he’d never hear again: the droid from the prison break, the one he’d dismantled and stuffed into storage with the intention of dumping.

“Wake up, Mandalorian.”

His eyes opened, panicked, and he gripped the Child in his arm tighter, drawing his gun quickly from his side to aim it at the offending noise.

The Frog Lady stood beside the droid, holding in her hand a communicator. The droid’s eyes glowed as if it were functional, but it didn’t move.

“Do not be alarmed. I bypassed the droid’s security protocols and accessed its vocabulator.”

He shook his head, angry. The memory of the droid with a weapon drawn on the Child was burned into his mind’s eye and would never leave. “What the hell are you doing? That droid is a killer.”

Din slid his gun back onto his belt.

The Frog Lady seemed just as angry as he felt. “These eggs are the last brood of my life cycle. My husband has risked his life to carve out an existence for us on the only planet that is hospitable to our species. We fought too hard and suffered too much to resign ourselves to the extinction of our family line. I must demand that you hold true to the deal that you agreed to.”

The words, spoken through the droid, echoed Omera’s earlier sentiment. He turned to check on her. She stared back at him with that same sorrowful look on her face from before. And, deeper still, that secret still burrowed in the shine of her eyes.

“Look, lady,” Din turned his attention to the Frog Lady, “the deal is off. We’re lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives.”

“I thought honoring one’s word was a part of the Mandalorian code. I guess those are just stories for children.”

She was right. It was part of the code to honor one’s word, and it was insulting to think that he could change her mind about the honor of a Mandalorian based on his performance evading his own arrest.

Fixing his ship in these freezing conditions was going to be difficult, and it might not even work well enough for them to leave in time for the deal to have a happy ending.

He sighed heavily when the Child cooed, his voice a warm reminder of the commitment he’d made to be a father to the boy. As his father, he needed to show him the Way, which included honoring his word.

“Fine.” Din nodded. He set the Child down and pushed himself up off of the floor. “Omera, how useful are you with electrical systems?”

Omera smiled up at him. “I can find my way.”

“Then you and I will try and get the power back online. Weld some of the hull back together.” He grabbed his tool kit from the top of a nearby crate. “In the meantime, everyone else should stay here. Try to stay warm.”

“Thank you, Mandalorian,” the droid said on the Frog Lady’s behalf. “I hope you listen to your wife more.”

He opened his mouth, surprised by the choice of word, but Omera was on her feet and at his side faster than he could speak. She gave him a playful look, a single eyebrow lifted.

“Yes, Mandalorian. You should listen to me more.”

Sighing, he shook his head and gestured to a crate. “There should be some clothes to keep you warm in the bin, there. I’ll go see what it looks like from the outside.”

The damage to the Crest was far worse than he’d thought it was. Thick, dark smoke billowed out of it, live wires sparked, there was a leak, and the hull would have almost been better removed and replaced than even attempting a fix.

He began with prying back a loose piece of the outer hull, already regretting the decision when he realized how bad it really was beneath the surface. Omera stepped outside as he started working on fusing some electrical wire.

“Oh. If this is just a scratch… I’d hate to know what else has happened.” Omera came closer to him. “Where are your tools? I’ll help mend this back together.”

“They’re…”

He paused, turning to look at her. She wore one of his long-sleeved shirts over the top half of her body, and a hat that he must’ve taken off of a bounty at some point covered her ears. Her nose was still red from the cold, but she soldiered through, rubbing her bare hands together as she walked over the ice floor.

“They’re... what?” Omera laughed, her breath escaping past her mouth with a puff of white.

He shut his eyes, embarrassed, and gestured toward the box. “There. Sorry. I didn’t expect you’d wear my…”

“Oh, this is yours?” Omera seemed surprised as she looked down at the top she wore. “It’s very warm.”

Din swallowed, continuing to stare at her as if he’d never seen her before in his life. “I… yeah.”

She laughed again. “I’ve never heard you so at an obvious loss for words.”

It was strange, the way she seemed to make him turn into a completely different person just because she smiled in his direction. A few months ago, they had been intimate, so feeling out of his head because she was wearing his shirt felt entirely flustering.

He turned back to his task, determined to set himself to it again. “It’s just the cold getting to me.”

“Uh huh.” Omera plucked a tool from his repair kit and stepped around him toward another exposed strip of wiring. “How long do you think the repairs will take?”

Din shook his head. “Hard to say, but assuming it doesn’t get any worse than it is now… if we both fuse as much as we can back together, maybe we can get out of here within the next couple hours.”

Omera hummed thoughtfully. She examined the scratched up metal in front of her. “Do you have-”

“Should be in the crate beside the… hole in the wall.”

She took a few steps backward and took the Crest in from a small distance. “I see now why you were so sure the deal was over.”

Din nodded. “You were right, though. It’s important I follow through on this. The Child needs to learn what it’s like to make good on your word even when it seems impossible.”

Omera didn’t have a response. She stepped inside the ship to grab what she needed. Din returned his attention to the hull with a sudden deep longing welling up inside of him.

They worked in tandem to do what repairs they were able.

The wind howled through the cavern of ice, a steady reminder of just how frozen this planet was, and he kept an eye on his companion to make sure she wasn’t frosting over as much as his armor was.

By the time they wrapped around to the right side of the ship, away from the hole in the hull, her fingers shook enough that the tools were hard for her to grip firmly enough to use. She had to stop what she was doing to breathe into them, rubbing her palms together for friction.

Din paused his work to take her hands into his. “You’re trembling.”

Omera nodded. Her nose and cheeks were red, but she smiled through it. “I’m okay. We’re almost done.”

Din took his hands away from hers and tugged one of his gloves off, holding it out to her. “Here.”

With a cautious look in her eyes, she took the glove from him. He watched her slide it over one hand, her dominant one.

Her gentle smile was a reminder that he got lucky when she agreed to join him. So easily, Omera could've stayed where she was and both of them would have been unchanged by it. She wanted to be at his side for this journey- even for the mistakes made along the way.

“Thank you.”

They continued to work as quickly as they could, fighting the cold with nothing but sheer determination.

For a while, it was quiet, until Din heard the Child babble something, the noise drawing his attention to the boy. He stood on a nearby mound of ice, gesturing outward with one arm.

“How ‘bout you come over here, give us a hand?” Din asked. “Make yourself useful.”

When the Child seemed to ignore him, instead toddling away, Din sighed wearily. Omera stopped her work on the hull as well.

“Hey, kid,” Din called out after him. He didn’t stop moving, not even as Din walked around the Crest to find where he was going so fast. “I said hey! Where are you going?”

Moving swiftly, Din approached the Child, forcing him to look up at him. He babbled again, gesturing out as he faced a small opening in a nearby cave. He must have seen the Frog Lady venture off of the ship. Winta wouldn’t have gone off on her own; wouldn’t have been able to.

Din scanned the footprints in the snow with his visor. Definitely the Frog Lady.

He took the Child into his arm. “Guess we’ve got to go find her.”

Omera’s voice came from behind him, “I’ll come with you.”

Together, they walked up the path into the ice cave. Once inside, they quickly uncovered the reason the Frog Lady had sought it out: there was a warm body of water. She sat in it, her eggs floating around her.

“Oh, there you are,” Omera said with kindness. She knelt down beside the Frog Lady.

“You can’t leave the ship,” Din scanned the cave for signs of danger. Seemed like just about anything could have lived there. He settled the Child on the ground and knelt beside the warm water. “It’s not safe out here.”

The Frog Lady croaked and whined, clearly far more comfortable in the hot spring than being out in the freezing temperatures. Must’ve been nice for the eggs, too.

“Let’s gather these up.” Din pulled the container toward himself and began plucking the eggs out of the water. He listened to the Frog Lady speak again and felt compassion for her, truly. “I know it’s warm, but night’s coming fast, and I can’t protect you out here.”

At his side, the Child leaned in and plucked an egg into his hand. Luckily, Din caught it in time and forced it out of his grip.

“No. No!” He shook a finger at the Child, hoping he could understand. “These aren’t for you to eat.”

It was hard enough dealing with a woman he couldn’t understand while also trying to wrangle a toddler that seemed to have it in for him as of these past few hours.

The Child whimpered, but Din turned his focus instead on gathering as many eggs as he could while Omera did the same.

“We’re working on getting the ship fixed,” Omera said. “It should be done very soon. I promise we’ll get out of here. You’ll be reunited with your husband and you’ll be blessed with many children.”

The Frog Lady croaked in a way that seemed like she appreciated what Omera had to say. Din dropped a few more eggs into the container.

“Oh, no.” Omera suddenly stopped what she was doing. “Din, the Child.”

When he looked at her, he found her attention laser focused a short distance ahead. He whirled around to discover that the Child had encountered a different sort of egg, his head tilted with curiosity as he extended his hand toward it.

He stood, scrambling with the backpack of eggs. “No! Come down from there!”

But, as seemed to be the Child’s prerogative as of late, he didn’t listen. Instead, he stuck his hand straight into the egg, cracking it open and spreading the yolk over his hand.

For a moment, there was nothing. And then, it seemed, as it always was, there was everything.

Rumbling echoed from somewhere in the great cavernous beyond and he turned to the Frog Lady to get her out of the water, but she was already at Omera’s side, fully clothed.

“Come here,” Din ordered the Child, but he didn’t need to.

The boy was already anxiously toddling back to him as eggs perched in the ice all around them hatched and out emerged hundreds of small spider-like creatures. He met his kid halfway, scooping him up into his arm.

Then, he slid the Frog Lady’s egg backpack over his shoulder frantically. Just as he did so, a massive spider-like ice creature emerged from an upper alcove, screeching loudly in anger.

It was the mother of the egg that the Child- his child- had just ruptured for a snack.

It growled, furious, and then, there were more of them. Hundreds and hundreds of smaller spider-like creatures emerged from what seemed like nowhere, all of them just as furious as the mother.

He grabbed his pistol from his hip and shouted, “Go, go, go! Back to the ship!”

They scrambled, rushing out of the hot springs with fervor. All he could think about was making sure nobody got hurt, and that inevitably led him to worrying about Winta, who was alone in the Crest.

“Winta’s alone,” he shouted toward Omera. “We need to hurry. We don’t know how many of these things there are.”

It seemed they were only able to outrun them for a little while before the creatures showed their advantage: they knew the caves better than they did. Several appeared ahead of them, earning blasts from his blaster pistol that sent them to the ground.

As they rounded a corner, the largest spider growled at them from where it was following them on the upper ice ceiling. It stuck one of its legs through the ice directly in front of Omera, who jumped backwards, right into his open arm.

They paused only briefly before they were at it again. This time, Din had an idea: he could create an explosion.

He threw three grav charges behind them as they continued to run, launching the last at the largest creature above them. The explosives succeeded in caving in the path for the smaller spiders, and brought the mother spider down to the floor, stopping her assaults on them.

But even as they continued, there seemed to be all the more of these creatures eager to be exploded by the fire of his blaster.

The sound of a blast from a gun surprised him to turn and see that Omera had a weapon in her grasp, her focus firm as she fired at the creatures that were in their path. She must have grabbed one from the Crest.

He had no time to dwell, but couldn’t help feeling empowered. They were in this together.

The final corner led them straight out of the caves, back to the Crest, and as soon as he could even set his gaze on it, he knew all of their work on it wouldn’t be nearly enough. But, they needed to try.

Omera led the charge to the ship, helping by setting the Child inside before the Frog Lady joined him. Together, he and Omera continued to blast at the spiders.

“They’re just gonna keep coming,” Din told Omera. “We need to try getting out of here.”

She fired off one more blast before going inside herself, and he followed, his teeth gritted when the hold began to fill with the creatures like a wave coming into shore.

He climbed up the ladder to the cockpit behind Omera, and once they were inside, he stood facing the door, shooting at the creatures who wanted their way inside. A few got free, but Omera had his back, firing at them with her gun before they had the chance to do anything.

The door refused to close. Spiders pushed in and piled up by the dozens. He blasted them with his flamethrower, and luckily, the door was finally able to seal.

Little tapping claws on the glass of the cockpit windows indicated that the creatures had begun to crawl on top of the Crest.

“Mama...” Winta sat in one of the chairs, having come to the cockpit on her own accord. She clung to Omera, who sat down in the chair, tugging her daughter with her.

“Strap yourselves in.”

Din flipped switches as he sat in the pilot’s chair, eager to see if he could get the ship to function. The Child made his way into Din’s lap as if drawn there automatically.

“This better work. I’ve got limited visibility. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

The engine whirred. The Crest began to lift, pulling itself out of the ice floor, and for a moment, he felt as if everything would be okay. They were going to make it out of this alive.

Before he could even consider his next thought, something jumped onto them, forcing the Crest straight back into the ground once more with all of its weight.

The large spider-creature announced her arrival with a screech and jumped straight in front of the cockpit, pressing her claws inside, shattering glass, as if torturing them before she would make her final move.

It attached its ugly mouth to the top of the cockpit glass, sharp teeth extending as it prepared to do its worst.

The Crest shook with each lunge forward and Din heard the Child whimper in fear. Each heartbeat in his chest was a reminder that they’d come so far, but there was absolutely nothing he could do.

They were stranded, alone, and at the mercy of the creature. He couldn’t save them.

Omera had trusted him with her and Winta’s lives, and now, they would all be a tasty snack for an enraged monster on an ice planet. Nobody would even know what happened to them.

But then, as if by miracle, the friendly sounds of guns blasting rang out clearer than any other sound, zapping the spider-creature where it clung to the Crest in its outrage.

Just a few seconds later, it fell to its demise in front of the ship and Din finally could breathe again.

That was far too close for comfort. He could only imagine what his passengers were thinking.

Turning to the rest of the crew seated behind him, he nodded at Omera. “Well done back there.”

“Thanks,” she said, breathless with relief. “Who saved us?”

Din stood, settling the Child into Winta’s arms so he could handle the men waiting for him outside. “The New Republic.”

After very narrowly avoiding arrest by the New Republic patrol, Din and Omera set to fixing what they could on the exterior of the cockpit, having decided that they would all stuff in together there for the rest of the journey to Trask.

“Why did you run from the New Republic?” Omera asked.

She passed him one of the tools from the kit at his request and then continued welding.

“I got roped into a mission to break someone out of a New Republic prison transport. We used the Crest. I didn’t want them to arrest me.”

Omera paused what she was doing, but said nothing.

Din sighed, turning to look at her directly. “Go ahead. Tell me you want to go back to Sorgan.”

She gave him a slightly offended look. Her shoulders fell as she shook her head. “Din… I don’t want to go back to Sorgan.”

He turned his focus on fusing the hull surrounding the cockpit once again. “They cleared me. It isn’t going to happen again.”

“I doubt it could, with your ship in such rough condition.”

Din laughed to himself through his nose. “You’re right about that.” Pulling away from his work, he turned to her. “I’m sorry this happened. The kid just won’t listen to me. I don’t get it.”

Omera lowered her tool into the repair kit and thoughtfully looked at him. “Children are by nature curious. I think you just need to find a way to tame his curiosity.”

“How? He’s… Jedi.”

“Just because he’s Jedi doesn’t mean he isn’t a child.” She paused, smiling a little. “Maybe find something he likes and offer it to him as a reward for listening to you.”

Din nodded. “I wish I knew how long it took his species to speak. He can heal flesh wounds and create force fields, but he can’t tell me what he wants.”

Omera put a hand on his helmet, her smile spreading softly. “You are the best one for this job. You’re his father. He’s your son. You share a bond, even if you aren’t his kind.”

His heart fluttered, not for the first time at the mention of the word father. Was he really a father?

He hadn’t really thought of himself as one, even after being told that it was his duty by the armorer. The idea that he was responsible for the Child made sense in his mind. He could care for him and deliver him to where he belonged. But being a father meant something more. Didn’t it?

In his mind’s eye, he saw his own father, a man who had been so kind and giving. A man who had sacrificed himself so that Din could live. Was he capable of that kind of sacrifice? Could he ever display that kind of love for the Child?

Din nodded at Omera, appreciative of her support. “Thank you.”

She studied him for another second and then pulled her hand away from his helmet.

Setting his mind away from the fears deep within, he looked at the work he’d done. Time would only tell if what they’d done in repairs was enough.

“Well… you ready to see if she’ll fly?”

“I think we’ve done all we can with what we have.”

The ship wobbled and creaked, but eventually, he did get them out of the ice canyon and back out into space. A feeling of relief filled the cockpit, even as the Crest continued to tremble from everything it had been through.

He set the nav computer to their destination and looked over his shoulder at the Frog Lady and Omera.

“We’re on our way.”

The Frog Lady made a happy noise and Omera awarded him a warm smile, a reward for not giving up on the deal.

Once they landed on Trask, the first thing he wanted to do was reward Omera and Winta with a warm place to sleep, bathe, and eat.

In his lap, the Child cooed, peering up at him with a little smile on his face. Din cradled him with one arm and twisted the knob of the lever he seemed to like so much. He dropped it into the Child’s hands and was given a delighted giggle.

“Now, go to sleep,” Din instructed. “It’s going to be a long trip.”

The Child seemed to understand. He played with the shiny orb in his palm for only a moment before settling in, his eyes closing tight. Din’s heart squeezed at the sight.

Maybe their next stop would be a fresh start on this journey for all of them.

#mandomera #din x omera #the mandalorian #my writing #the edge of hope #there's some cuuuuuute in this chapter y'all

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