#STOW AWAY

[timeguardians]

Stow Away: (quasi-plotted) (Anya the penniless stow-away orphan ends up in the storm with Eric and his crew) @sirensought

Anya MUST escape St. Petersburg!!! There is nothing quiet about the way her heart floundered and battered her ribcages.

Callous wooden rails pass beneath the pads of once pristine fingertips as Anya picks her way, as inconspicuously as possible, through the ships scurrying staff. A staff readying for a seemingly hasty departure.

They were not speaking Russian. No, the words floated with a foreign grace from their tongues. They were headed for a far-off place. A place she vaguely remembered seeing on a map once upon a dream. Or had it been a dream of a dream? She knows not. Still, they had to be closer to Paris than she had ever been before.

Hours and many miles of water later:

A burly man accosted her, dragging her forewords till she stood before a handsome, slender built man. "Look what I found down below." His accusatory statement lingers in the air. Then he snarls. "A village rat."

Anya hisses. His grip upon her delicate wrist nearly crushing. Beneath a vehement exhale, lingered the words "speak for yourself." And then a vile Russian derogatory expression is aimed in his direction. "Unhand me or pull back a STUMP." And she meant every syllable of her threat.

"Shall I throw her overboard, Prince Eric?"

Great. Now her fate rested in the hands of a hawkish-eyed twig. Anya HUFFS. Displeasure apparent on her features, despite the widening of her eyes at the man's honorific.

[faithandarisadventures]

Eevee Stows Away on the Thanksgiving Road Trip Birmingham, Alabama November 19, 2022

We visited Ari’s family again for Thanksgiving and Eevee decided to stow away in my purse. (I will post her travel pictures separately from ours.)

[shotmrmiller]

There's a post going around abt price lying about his sex life and why do I think Simon would be the same way? He's like nah mate I don't fuck but goes home to reader every time to make sure that mattress still has an impression of reader

that's funny because i think price would fucking boast. you know those 'we trying for a baby' 'why tf do i wanna know you getting stuffed full of cum' memes? that's him.

oh he's letting everyone and their mom fucking know that he's going in with only the gun he keeps by his bedside as protection cuz babyyyy-

and do not asking him what positions to have some sort of cheeky gotcha moment he will spill any and all beans. he doesn't care. proud of it. he's got a heavy sac and a full heart and ain't ashamed in the least.

simon is the one that lies. yeah, he could have tons of one nighters. used to, too. the boys know him well enough that if he up and leaves in the middle of a 141 night out, he's gotten in someone's pants. and he still does that. doesn't say a word after finishing that swill soap calls beer and just-

leaves. blends into the shadows and disappears. soap tends to give some crass whistle too like don't do anything i wouldn't do but he's just running to go home to you cuz he:

misses you

needs to be inside you

also tired, social battery is empty

he doesn't tell even price anything. it makes him feel a bit bad, almost. (keyword almost. you're the upmost priority and if john is the man simon knows him to be, he'd understand)

he trusts him to always have his six no matter what and here simon is, hoarding you like a dragon does his treasure but he just can't risk anyone knowing of you. will not come home to an empty, bloodied home like he did last time.

all it takes is one slip of the tongue. one word to fall onto listening ears for you to get taken and killed, if not worse. he's made one too many enemies. he knows he's dangerous. knows his life's dangerous. but he gives up so much for his country so the least anyone can let him have all for himself is you.

and no photos taken :) except for the ones he lets you take of yall on polaroid.

[squibo]

[casart]

What's got you fuming, buddy? What's got you raging, dude?( ͡° ꒳ ͡°)

[kyurochurro]

MSR SLUMBER PARTY!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE 💫🌙🛸 (they’re gonna watch movies all night)

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya, despite being a sickly and gentle child, was his own kind of nightmare for Crepus and the other Dawn Winery staff.

See, Diluc is prone to mischief and chaos, dragging along his younger brother and a couple of other children into his plots and messes.

But Kaeya? Kaeya is the type to end up in the most random, and I do mean most random, of places. He would vanish for several hours, only to be found in an unexpected location such as, oh let's say that one time, he was found eating fruit with some friendly hilichurls...IN LIYUE.

He was such a curious soul that would easily get distracted by the wonders of Teyvat, but since he is so silent in both words and movements, whoever is watching over him would lose sight of him just as quickly.

He has caused several search parties in his youth, only for people to find out he was following a seelie to a treasure chest or napping with a young wolf cub in Wolvendom.

Crepus swears that Kaeya and Diluc are competing on who can give him gray hairs the fastest (so far, Diluc is winning, but Kaeya sure is catching up with every scream of panic from a designated babysitter and Diluc)

[starcurtain]

Sometimes I think about the fact that we have absolutely no information on how long Aventurine actually spent in slavery.

He fled from the Avgin massacre as a young child, and we didn't see him again until he was a grown adult. I doubt he could have survived entirely on his own at that age and Sigonia's conditions seem too harsh for people to randomly adopt orphans, especially from a rival/outcast clan...

We do know that the master we see on screen was not his only master, because he was purchased from someone else, but we have no idea how many masters he had total before his final one, how many times he could have fled and been recaptured, how many times he was bought and sold...

We do know that Aventurine appears to have been kept on Sigonia or somewhere similarly tribal for those missing years, since his first request to the IPC is for Jade to take him to her "chief," but we don't even know how long Aventurine has been out of slavery. He doesn't look massively different in age from his "trial" with Jade to how he looks in-game now, and he did not rise through the IPC ranks over time like Topaz but won his role directly through his gamble with Jade and then later proving himself on Iymanika.

Basically, all this is leading to a big question: Is it possible that the Aventurine we know is only barely out of slavery? That there may be something like five years or fewer separating him from the wastelands of Sigonia? That he learned all these new behaviors, all this new information about how to operate as a free person in the universe, in what likely amounts to 2-3 years of Jade's guidance and his own hard work?

Man, what an incredible character. Really a standout among my very favorites.

[sesamenom]

the man in the moon went on too many sidequests

hilarious how the Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late / Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon implies that tilion once wandered off, got drunk, and after being dragged back he fell out of the Moon and got stuck in a fishing net

[hunnythebee]

Stow Away

Chapter 2: The First Night

Her first night aboard the Razor Crest, and her first time on a planet that isn't Tatooine in a long time. Interacting with the Bounty Hunter is not quite what she had suspected... maybe this won't be so bad.

Warnings: Threats, some cursing, MC being embarrassed easily, Mando being stoic.

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A/N: I am so amazed at how much love my first chapter got in one week. When I decided to post, I really wasn't expecting anybody to read it. Hopefully you will all enjoy this one and future chapters as well! I look forward to writing for all of you.

“Why didn’t you say anything back on Tatooine? You must have known when you saw me,” her voice was shaking.

He shrugged. “You weren’t one of mine.”

“But you know about the bounty…”

“Yes.”

“And you will turn me in if I don’t cooperate with you?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re holding me hostage.”

“To be fair, you stowed away on my ship.”

“Still!”

“If you want, I could still just collect your bounty anyways,” the holster clicked open.

“On second thought, what have I got to lose?”

“Good answer. There’s a spare cot over there,” he motioned behind him. “Set it up wherever you want. We will be landing on Nevarro soon, so come up to the cockpit when you’re done.” And with that, he left to climb the ladder, taking Grogu with him.

She rushed to the refresher. She felt sick, like the galaxy had flipped upside down and she was falling through the void. She splashed cool water onto her face and stared in the mirror.

“Could be worse…” she told herself with a half-hearted chuckle, “could still be on Tatooine.”

After finding the cot Mando had mentioned, she proceeded back up the ladder into the cockpit. Mando was seated in the pilot seat, and the only other seat was taken by the kid. She walked over to the co-pilot's chair and looked down into his big black eyes. Grogu reached his hands out to her, and her heart melted a little. She obliged, picking him up and taking his seat in return. She fastened her restraint and seated him in her lap. His little hand found the necklaces that dangled from her neck and began twisting and playing with them.

The landing was rough, the Razor Crest being as old as she was, that was no surprise. Mando stood from the pilot seat and headed back down the ladder. She remained in the cockpit for another minute, holding Grogu to her chest and staring out the observation shield. The planet was far from beautiful, covered in ash and dust. Molten lava oozed down nearby cliffs and flowed into rivers that spiderwebbed through the desolate plains. She stared for so long because it wasn’t Tatooine. Tears threatened her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away at.

Once she was back down the ladder, Grogu sitting happily on her hip, she was greeted with the silent stoic presence that was the Mandalorian. He was seated on the edge of his bunk, the door completely open. It was night in Nevarro City, he was probably going to rest before heading out to complete his business. She made her way over to her cot and sat down as well, facing him from several feet away. He stared at her for a moment longer than she was comfortable with and she realized he was probably looking at the kid.

Grogu had fallen asleep, his hand still clasped on her necklace. It was one of her favorites, it being one of the few that she actually had sentimental attachment to, but she unclasped it from her neck and let the chain drape over his nubby fingers. She moved him into his cradle, which was floating near her cot for convenience. She tucked him in, a small smile on her lips, and then turned back to face the Mandalorian. His gaze remained unchanged, fixed on her. It made her feel small, like a tiny creature being preyed upon by a ferocious beast. She stood, grabbed her sack, and locked herself in the refresher.

She hoped taking a shower would pass enough time for Mando to go to sleep, or at the very least go away. The water felt amazing, washing away all the sands of Tatooine. She had never felt cleaner. She hadn’t brought any soaps with her since all the soaps had belonged to Peli, so she made do with what Mando had. She picked up a bar and began to wash herself with it. The aroma filled the refresher. It smelled of incense and spices, like a market she had been to on Naboo. She held the bar to her nose and breathed deeply. The scent made her feel relaxed, which was welcomed right now.

After drying off and changing into fresh clothes, a dark linen tank, and loose pants that cinched at her ankles, she exited. The hold was dark. The only light source was the light shining in from the refresher. The door hissed shut behind her, and she was bathed in pitch black darkness. Unable to see two feet ahead of herself, she tripped and stumbled her way to her bunk. She felt extremely ridiculous when she walked face first into a wall, which was strange because she was certain that there hadn’t been a wall before. Then, the wall grasped her shoulders and turned her away from it.

Not a wall.

Her embarrassment bloomed across her cheeks as she realized she had slammed head first into her new employer. She didn’t realize what he was doing when he started to push forward into the darkness, but she had no choice but to follow his guidance. The movement stops, and she is spun around once again. To face him, she assumed. Her blood pulsed so loud in her ears that it was deafening. His hands moved to her waist, and she was pushed back, falling into the darkness. She had landed square on the foot of her cot. Her eyes must have looked wild, searching the dark for the man that had just guided her. 

“Sleep.” His voice commanded through the dark. 

He blended in so well he could have been a disembodied voice for all she knew, except he had just been touching her, so there was definitely a body. She sighed and crawled into her cot, discovering a blanket on it that had not been there before.

Did he put this here?

She lied back, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing into her. She pulled the blanket up around her and yawned, feeling sleep coming. The last thing she remembered before drifting off was noting that the blanket smelled the same as the soap, mixed with a slightly more earthy scent.

When she awoke, Mando was already up, that is, if he had slept. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders as she stood up. She glanced over at the cradle where Grogu was still fast asleep, her necklace still tangled in his tiny hand. She trailed back over to the Mandalorian, who still had not noticed she was awake. She watched quietly for a moment while he meticulously cleaned his rifle. Then her stomach began to hurt, and she realized she was ravenous. She cleared her throat lightly to alert him of her consciousness. He didn’t turn around to greet her, but he did speak softly.

“Morning.”

“Morning. Did you sleep alri-”

“Didn’t sleep.”

“Oh.” A chill ran down her spine. “Then, um… what did you get up to then?”

“Patrolling.”

“Oh, that… makes sense.”

Silence fell between them as she searched through the cargo for some food, with no luck. Her stomach audibly growled, and she shushed it. Mando caught the interaction and laughed quietly to himself. She didn’t catch it because Grogu was awake. His big eyes peered out from his crib, and he reached out to her, cooing happily. She lifted him up and placed him on her hip.

“Hey there, little guy,” she said to Grogu, “Did you sleep well?”

He giggled while she bounced him lightly.

“Y' hungry?”

His eyes lit up at the mention.

“Me too. Say, do you know where your dad keeps the food hidden?”

The kid kriffing nodded. He could understand her. He pointed in a direction a little ways past the ladder to the cockpit, and she followed his lead. She walked past the Mandalorian, his gaze following her as she moved. Again, she just assumed that it was because he’s protective of the kid. Around the corner was a small galley with a small nanowave stove and a couple of cupboards that should have had food in them, but they were sparse. She still managed to find a few items that she could whip together for something that resembled a meal.

After she finished cooking, she carried two bowls of the stew concoction over to Mando and Grogu. Grogu’s eyes lit up with joy, and he dove straight in. Mando, on the other hand, just stared at the bowl. She left, returned with a bowl of her own, and perched on a nearby crate as she ate.

“What’re you waiting for?” She asked, mouth half-full

“I didn’t ask for any.”

“I just thought you might be hungry. If you don’t want it I can always just throw it back in the pot it’s not a both-”

“No!” He snapped, catching her offguard. “I mean… No… It’s just I can’t.”

She’s confused now. “What do you mean ‘can’t’? It’s just food for maker's sake.”

“It’s not that. I can’t show my face.”

“Oh… and you kind of need your mouth to be able to eat.”

He was silent.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” She said, standing from her spot and grabbing Grogu from his place next to Mando, his bowl having been licked clean already. She settled back down on the crate she had previously been on, this time with her back to the Mandalorian. “Better?” She asked over her shoulder.

“Yes, but–”

“Shut up and eat bucket-head.”

The interruption took him by surprise. Her boldness was starting to show despite the fact that he had threatened her life last night. He quietly admired this, vowing she would never know that. He lifted his helmet up, keeping it balanced on his head, and ate the stew.

“Y’know Mando,” she spoke up again, keeping her back turned, “You have very little food. I was thinking of going to the market here to pick up more.”

“No.” His voice is unmasked, unfiltered. She wasn’t expecting it to sound so smooth.

“So what? You’re really gonna keep me on this ship forever?” She said, her voice bordering on aggressive.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then why?”

“Because,” his voice was masked again, “Too many Bounty Hunters here.”

“Oh.”

“You will need to hide.”

“What?!”

“Unless you want to get caught. Karga will send his men to retrieve the bounties from the storage. You need to make yourself invisible.”

“Got it. Invisible. I can do that.”

He laughed, which sounded foreign coming from him. “Sure.”

“Hey! It’s not like this ship has a lot of options.”

He didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he just stood and collected the bowls, grabbing hers as well and taking them back to the galley.

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[sendpseuds]

She's training very hard.

[slimslamflimflam]

Wait if all the journal 3 pages were restored after Weirdmageddon why does Bill’s book insist there were still missing pages that just conveniently happened to pertain to his incredibly sad backstory and concepts brought up earlier in that same book

[zhongrin]

I FINALLY MOVED OUT TO A NEW PLACE!!!

i'm absolutely exhausted and i still need to unpack so many things and i still need to buy a proper desk and restock my groceries & supplies and a do a whole lot of other things BUT i'm hoping to get settled in soon so i can get back to the creative endeavors™️✨

love yall, stay safe, take care, and good vibes 🫶🏻

[chrisrin]

GEMSTUCK DOODLES!

[alicent-archive]

I can’t believe the smallfolk stole Helaena’s crown during the riot 😭

[justsalpals]

Today in "reading too much into details that likely aren't meant to be that deep"

Edwin's notebook.

It's stated that he's writing notes in it constantly, and presumably has since resurfacing from hell in the late eighties. One would think, given that it's a small notebook and it's been decades, he would've gone through a few by now.

Except: plans and maps to escape hell are found in the notebook Edwin had on his person when he was taken. Wouldn't that imply he's only had the one notebook?

I propose that no, he hasn't. He just always copies down those escape plan in each new notebook.

Just in case.