#ahhhhhhh!! my heart could explode.
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
my birthday always makes me feel so emotional and overwhelmed. I am feeling so loved and love everyone right back!!!
#I am still responding to birthday texts from yesteday!!#also got multiple cards mailed to me#my bf bff and brother all got me such thoughtful and amazing gifts#ahhhhhhh!! my heart could explode.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fruit Bun
Gon smiles looking at Killua with adoration.
“But I want to spoil you.”
He says bluntly.
Killua whines.
“G-Gon! …I don’t want to get used to it.”
Read on ao3!
#;windy’s stuff#gonkillu#gon x killua#hxh#hunter x hunter#gon#killua#ao3 links are still broken for me so I guess I’m doing it this way now!! That’s okay cuz I’ve gone through a couple ways of sharing fics#instead of adding the link I’ll just add the hyperlink to words since that still works for now!#GON JUST LOOKING AT KI WITH ADORATION AND SO MUCH LOVE HHHHHH#KIS JUST A CUTE WITTLE ORANGE CUTEST WITTLE PATOOTIE#KI WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD MOM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧#KI HUMMING SOFLTY TO HIS KID AHHNNNN SWEETEST PUMPKIN PIE#HES SO SWEET AND AHHHHHHH MY HEART HURTS WHEN HE THINKS GON WILL LEAVE NO AHHHHHHHHHHH#KI SPARKING GON WITH LITTLEST OF SPARKS IS SO CUTE AHHHH HES SO CUTEEE#NO TALK TO ME IM ANGY VIBES SO CUTEEEE AND POUTY AHHHHHHHH#KI WITH A CARDIGAN PULLED OVER HIS LITTLE FINGERS JUST HAS ME AHHHHHH#KI JUST POKING HIS LITTLE HEAD OUT PEEKING OUT AHHH KILLS ME IT IS SOOO CUTE AAHHHH HNNNNNNN#EXPLODES INTO PIECES#GON KISSING KIS KNUCKLES ALWAYS HAS MEEE RAHHHHHHHHH#AHHHHHH GON TUCKING HAIR BEHIND KIS LITTLE EAR I JUST NOM NOM NOM NOM THEM THEM AHHHHHH YOU COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE THEM I JUST INHALES TH#KIS THE CUTEST LITTLE BABEY AHHHHH#AHHHHH I LOVE THEMMMM SO MUCH
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
Blue Lock hc coming your way for the event!!
Lee!Chigiri
Ler!Kunigami
Kunigami plays with Chigiri’s hair. It’s calming to both of them but then in the midst of the calmness, Kunigami accidentally brushes against Chigiri’s neck. And Chigiri not expecting the sudden ticklish feeling, quite literally squealed, which sets a fire in Kunigami.
And ofc, you can decline if you dont wanna do it!!
(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)
KUNIGIRI KUNIGIRI KUNIGIRI AHHHHHHH *explodes into a million tiny Squiggily's dancing and cheering* YAS! I've gotcha covered, anon! This is so CUTE!
“Why, hello there.” Kunigami looked down as he felt Chigiri crawl across his lap, laying his head down and getting comfortable. “Getting comfortable, princess?”
“Hmm.” He purred upon feeling fingers in his hair, melting near immediately at the touch. “This is nice. Keep doing that.”
“But of course, your majesty.” The ginger rolled his eyes with a laugh, but if he were being honest- he found the action of playing with Chigiri’s hair incredibly soothing. The ruby strands were so soft and silky, and the level of intimacy and trust that went into the action made his heart squeeze. Not many got the opportunity to do this- he rather liked being one of the few.
All was soft and lovely and wonderful until the redhead suddenly let out a squeal, startling them both. Kunigami was about to ask what was wrong when he saw here his hand was.
“Oh?” Concern turned to interest as he watched Chigiri blush, the color creeping up his neck. “What do we have here?”
“Is it too lahhate to say nohohthing?” The redhead asked, already giggling as his boyfriend twitched his fingers against his neck, sending little waves of ticklishness up down his spine. “Geahhaahhaha, hehehehherhohohoohoho! Cuhuhuhut it ohoohohout!”
“What? I thought you liked it when I played with your hair?”
“I dohohoohoo! Buhuhuht nhohohohot lihihihike thihihis-GAH! Nohohohohoohoho!” Chigiri squirmed as best he could in Kunigami’s lap, scrunching up his shoulders with a small whine. “Kuuhuhuhunigahahhaahami, pleahhahhahase!”
“Please what?” The bigger man asked, focusing his efforts into the particularly ticklish spots along his nape. “Please keep tickling you?”
“Yohohoohou knohohohow whahahhat I’m sahhahahying- AH! Pfft- gehahahhahaha!” Chigiri made a sound not unlike a dog toy when kunigami wiggled a finger behind his ear, making him flail so hard he rolled out of his lap. “Cuhuuhuht thahhaat out, you aahhaass!”
The ginger cackled, delighted at his boyfriend’s reaction. “Oh my god you’re adorable!”
“Shut up- I don’t even wanna look at you right now.” Chigiri turned away with a pout, arms crossed and everything. Despite this, he didn’t fight back when the other gently pulled him back into his lap. Nor did he jerk away when his hair was being played with once more. “I’m still mad at you.”
“Yes yes.” The hero pressed a gentle kiss against the back of his neck, smiling at how red the skin got. “I’m sure you are, princess.”
#Puffs#headcanons to dabbles#tickle#tickle dabble#fluff#kunigiri#blue lock#chigiri hyoma#kunigami rensuke#they're so soft your honor#my loves
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
Every time I see fictional enactments of people having mental breakdowns I’m like. ‘Is it not normal to do that like three times a week’. I’m going to have. Such major heart problems. My whole life. I just know it.
The swinging between hysterical, sad and mad? The eyes wide rolling around in my damn skull? The struggle to breathe and not choke on your own spit? The sensation that you might just lash out at anyone or anything that gets too close? The existential hysteria questioning YOUR VERY EXISTENCE AND THE EXISTENCE OF CAUSALITY AND WHY THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY ARE AND COULD THEY NOT BE AND COULD SOMEONE JUST TAKE ME AWAY TAKE ME AWAY.
It’s that last part especially. When you start getting. So. In your god damn feels. YOURE BEGGING THE UNIVERSE FOR REPRIEVE ON REPEAT AS YOU SWAY BACK N FORTH LIKE YOURE HAVING THE WORST TRIP IMAGINABLE TRYING TO CONTACT GOD. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. KILL ME. RUN OVER MY HEAD. NEVER WAKE ME. SEND ME TO HELL ILL PAY FOR MY SINS NOW PLEASE PLEEAASSE ANYTHING BUT A MOMENTS MORE OF TORMENT. that kinda. Shit.
Every day people look at me and tell me I’m fine. I’m smart I’m practical I’m insightful I’m hanging on I’m resourceful I seem GREAT. Hell. My problems aren’t even that bad from their perspective (and maybe they’re right!)
I want to kill them every time and maybe one day I’ll smack someone across the face. Maybe break my knuckles smashing their nose into their brain. I think. I deserve it.
ANYWAY. had another lapse of mental angst because I cannot prioritize without a helper and that means I’m drowning in an infinitely vast array priorities, and should I spare one even a second of my attention, my anxiety comes running at me with a machete to ritually slaughter me for thinking for a second THAT was my highest priority.
I just want. To live. But I cannot. Because my brain doesn’t know what’s important. Except for. Being In a Domestic Cow Like State of UNTHINKING. and it makes me wanna explode my surroundings with my mind.
I’m getting a headache from being stuck in executive dysfunction too long and I donttt liikkeee iittttt.
LIKE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HAVIN A GOOD ONE. I was supposed to be feelin a GOOD EMOTION SPARKED. INSPIRATION. INSPIRATION FOR MY DESIRE TO WRITE A STORY. But instead. I was smacked with that reminder that. I don’t choose what’s important and what needs to be done and if I do it. I don’t get to choose. So why both having dreams? Why bother having wants? Wishes? Why bother? (It would matter more if I had a community that HELPS ME and maybe I have a community that PROTECTS me but that’s. Not the same. I feel so fuckin brainless. My thoughts bounce in every direction but go Nowhere. They loop back on themselves and fight each other like rabid animals. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live with a brain like this. Forever. Happily. Not without reliable support. Which doesn’t exist. There is no such thing as reliable. Everything is temporary. So it’s always fINE THEN you have to FIND A WAY TO COPE. ALONE? FOREVER? It’s bullshit. I hate this shit. Ahhhhh.
I wanted to think Ooo Ahh inspiration for a story I want to write so bad.
But it just went ‘when. When will you write. How. Will you be afloat. Will it distract you. Distract you from friends from life from stability? You can’t even take care of yourself you don’t deserve to do anything until you can take care of yourself and function with others and *you have so many other higher priorities that will kill you if you do not attend to them first*’
Weeps
THERAPIST SAID I DIDNT HAVE OCD. NOT EVEN PURE O. AND MAYBE SHE RIGHT. I CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. IF PUSHED IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. WHICH IM NEVER. BECAUSE IM ALONE. AND THAT MEANS I END UP RUMINATING TIL I HAVE HEART AND STOMACH PAINS. AHHHHHHH.
Awoooo
Awoooo
I hate it
#me.#therapy.#mur has a moment.#suicidal ideation//#negative//#(I’m not feelin it now but boy#(I will lapse in and out for being. a fucking. mess.#(if I allow myself even a moment of non distraction#(sometimes I can see where the stereotypes for autism come from#(yeah. maybe I do wanna zone out unspeaking on one thing#(and if you interrupt me I will lose my shit so hard I may just hurt everyone around me and myself#(because I am. I. so much. mental anguish. on the regular.#(I miss my therapist I am going to hate my new one no matter what she says#(she went on medical leave the minute my old therapist left#(like yeahyeahyeah sure can’t control that#(you could’ve emailed anyone about my continuum of care but you DIDNT#(I HOPE U HAVE TEN THOUSAND ALLERGIC REACTIONS
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
I get so overly excited sometimes its like my hearts going to explode,
I see him online? AHHHHHHH
I see he saw something I posted? AHHHHHHHHHHHH
I see he sent something?AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHHH
I never knew the extend of my happiness could be sourced so easily by a goofy gamer man with strong opinions (and the secretest sweetest soft side) but my god do I love it.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 15
A/N: It’s finally here! This was so much fun to write, and I’m gonna miss Ahsoka after this part. These two idiots are just so smitten for one another, everyone can see it, and for the love of everything, they need to just…. AHHHHHHH!!!! Moving on. There is more show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.
(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes to the end of episode 2x5/13, The Jedi.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Swearing. Space swearing. The reader being a badass. Mando’a.
Word count: 11,084
As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.
Thank you to @what-the-heckin-heck for coming up with the brilliant idea that morphed into Peli’s shop scene, @fordo-kixed-rex for your endless hours helping me over goodness knows how long since I started this, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis, @lloweryourstandardss, and @kurlyfrasier for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy. And @deceiver-of-gods for helping with the Mando’a.
Previous | Series Masterlist | Next
Xxx
Walking up the ramp of the Crest, you let the bundle of armor fall to the floor with a thud once you reached the top.
“Ugh!” You huffed. “I am so glad I don’t have to lug that around every day.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad,” Din protested softly as he tucked the kid into his hammock bunk.
“Yeah, well, you’re used to it,” you grumbled, hands on your hips as you looked around for anything you might need in a few hours when you met back up with Ahsoka near the village. “You all but grew up with that armor, you developed the muscles. You don’t see me asking you to do stuff with your mind, do I?” You lowered your voice to mock his playfully as you quoted his most recent assessment of the Force.
He only grunted.
“No. Exactly.” You had begun gesturing with your hands as you strode over toward your satchel where it sat on a crate. “So leave me and my puny non-Mandalorian muscles out of this, thank you very much.”
The bunk door slid closed with a hiss before you heard Din’s heavy sigh as he turned to face you. “Mesh’la….”
“No, no. It’s fine, Din. We all have our strengths. Yours are being physically strong, brave, and smart…. While mine are,” you looked up to face him with a sarcastic grin, “a laser sword, moving things with my mind, oh! And I’m great at exploding things.”
He sighed again, walking over to you and gripping your upper arm firmly. “Hey.” He tilted his visor to the side when you finally looked up at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. “You’re also amazingly sarcastic, don’t forget that.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know you are being sarcastic….” You smiled. “But I’ll take it.”
Din just shook his head at you with a soft snort of laughter, turning toward the weapons cabinet to choose a few options for later.
With a wave of your hand over the panel, the bunk door hissed open, revealing the sleeping child to you. With a quick trace of your finger along the length of one of his ears, you quickly closed the space back up after whispering, “Sleep well, ad’ika.” (“Little one.”)
“Do you need me to carry your saber again?” Din’s voice was muffled as his top half was buried in the weapons locker rifling through various contents.
“Nah. I’m not gonna bother concealing myself again this time.” He looked at you over his shoulder, pausing his search for a moment. “I’ll wear a cape, but that’s it. It’ll keep it concealed enough, I’m not worried about it.”
“Are you sure?” He stood up straight, turning to face you. “I don’t doubt you, but if anyone recognizes you, it’s going to complicate things.”
“When are they not complicated?” You sighed, pulling the satchel over your shoulder, shifting through its contents as you continued. “If anyone had my puck, they’d already be making moves, wouldn’t you think?” You lifted your gaze up to hold his.
“If they were smart,” Din agreed. “But not many of them are.”
Chuckling softly, you continued to pull items out of the bag, setting them to the side. “Well, if they aren’t, we’ve got that going for us, as well.” Pulling one of Din’s blasters out of the bag, ignoring his double take between the weapon and his locker behind him before his head tilted at you, you went on, gesturing with it in your hand. “I’m glad you’re keeping an eye out, really Din, I am. I…. I honestly keep trying to forget about that stupid bounty.”
He closed the few feet between you, gently taking the blaster from your hand before returning it to the cabinet.
“But I’ve lived my whole life in fear - especially growing up - because of what I am, what I can do. You…. You’re the first person outside my family I told about it.” He looked over his shoulder again, tilting his visor at you. “And after these last few months with you and the kid, strengthening my abilities and using them for something actually worthwhile, something that is altering the course of the kid’s life, of my life, I….” You brought your eyes up from where they had been studying the floor to hold his gaze. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”
Din closed the distance between you again, making you lean your head back to keep looking at him in the T of his visor. “That’s something I can understand more than you think.”
Darting your eyes back and forth where you thought his to be, you felt a small smile climb your face. How in the stars you had ended up friends with a soul so like your own was a mystery to you. For so long you’d felt alone, drifting through life from moment to moment, pouring drink after drink for person after person, then he walked in, and everything changed.
He caught your eye, not just because of his shiny armor, though you’ll admit that played a part, but because of the way he carried himself. Sitting alone in the back of the bar, watching, waiting, as the world moved all around him. Not lonely, not searching for another to share in the day with, but searching for something all the same.
And he found whatever that was in you.
He walked up to intervene between you and the Twi’lek, and your souls both said this one. I like this one.
Once he’d scared the lowlife off, you had worried he would disappear as quietly as he’d come, like a shadow slipping into the night, lost to the dingy streets of that lower level hell. But something made him linger, just long enough for you to say something stupid, something that made him laugh, and you’d never liked a sound more. He stood there just long enough for you to listen to the small voice at the back of your mind trying to whisper to his; stay.
Those next moments melted into hours, into days, into years. Though he would leave in between, he was never far from your mind, making you smile with just a thought his direction.
Your apartment started to look like a museum, artifacts of a well traveled life spread on every surface, yet you’d never left the planet. Things that made him think of you decorated your life, filling in the dull, lifeless spots you’d come to accept as part of the furniture. Parts of your life you’d accepted as a boring blank wall now dripped with art and tapestries, flashes of color filling in the void.
You’d smile whenever you walked through your door, greeted by trinkets left by someone who cared. He was everywhere you looked, never out of sight, and absolutely not out of mind. You’d wonder where he was now. Was he okay? Did he need help? Surely not, he was good at what he did, but there was that time he came in with a slight limp…. He’d brushed you off, mesh’la, I’m fine, but with one look he sighed and accepted the ice you were trying to rest on his knee wrapped in a small towel.
And this will make you better.
He’d snorted at your response, adjusting in his seat slightly as you brought a small stool around for him to prop up his leg.
A thousand and one memories are rushing through your mind as you study every line of his helmet.
“What are you thinking about?” Din asked softly, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.
“You know me. A little bit of everything,” you hummed quietly, smiling as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment before they returned to his visor. “But mostly you.” He let out a soft huff, gently shaking his head before you brought your hand up to his cheek in a mirror of his own. “It always comes back to you.”
Xxx
A few hours later, as it was getting dark, you met Ahsoka on the edge of the forest, just out of view of the city walls.
The plan was simple. She would go in, claiming that Din had failed in his attempt on her, at which point they would probably open fire and pursue her. Once you heard blaster fire start up, Din would fly both of you into the town square by the prisoners, where you would set them free before splitting up.
At a quick glance, the pale purple of your saber looked close enough to her white, so the goal was to be a decoy through the city streets, drawing focus away from her and distracting them to give her an opening to strike. Not that she needed it, but it would make things go faster.
Din would hold the gate to the Magistrate’s inner area, keeping it clear of guards and pedestrians.
“Here, take this,” he spoke in a low voice, removing his pauldron with the mudhorn on it. “Use it as proof.”
Unclipping your knife from your belt, you handed it to her. “This, too. It was on my belt earlier and has the signet. Everyone knows about Mandalorian clans. They won’t think twice.”
You could feel Din’s eyes on you, his armor clinking slightly as he turned his visor down your way.
“That knife has saved our skin multiple times, are you sure?”
“So you admit it’s a decent weapon?” You smirked up at him.
He grunted. “No. Just…. Don’t disarm yourself before a fight.”
Your smile faded to something softer. “I’ll pick it up on our way in.”
Ahsoka looked between the two of you with an amused grin. “If that’s all settled, let’s begin.”
Xxx
You and Din watched from the tree line as Ahsoka ran through the shadows, drawing the attention of the guards on the wall. She ran straight for them as they began ringing an alarm, slipping through the low rolling fog along the city walls then scaling them as if it was nothing, before igniting one of her sabers. The commotion that followed made you start to smile.
“You’re enjoying this,” Din said in low amusement behind you, his modulator buzzing right in your ear.
The faint screams of the guards as they fell under her saber, the soft buzz of the blade whooshing through the air…. Ahsoka turned to the last guard standing, and they cowered away from her, turning to run after a few backwards steps.
“I am. Seeing someone wielding their ability so effortlessly…. It gives me hope.” You turned your head just slightly to catch a glimpse of him before turning back to the city in chaos. “Someday I’ll be able to do that, too.”
“Cause havoc?” He chuckled.
“No. Well, yes. Not just that.” You smiled. “Be in control. No voices, no bad feelings, no shaking crates or….” You darted your eyes over to him quickly before looking back forward. “Or pushing people I care about away. Literally.” Your eyes fell to the ground as you tightened your arms over your chest, rocking on your feet as you continued quietly. “I’m sorry about that. Again.”
“It’s already forgotten,” he said in a low voice, stepping closer to you, his chest pressing along your back. Slowly his right arm came around your waist, holding you tightly to him. “You ready?”
“What do you mean, there’s no-” The city lit up as the sound of heavy fire erupted. “Blaster fire….” You finished quietly.
He chuckled softly, his arm cinching tighter. “Hold on.” Once you were in the air he yelled to be heard over the wind. “Don’t forget your knife.”
“I knew it. You love that thing,” you teased.
“Don’t start,” Din groaned, hitting the accelerator to cover the last little bit before crossing the city wall.
Din flew the two of you low over the city streets, dodging blaster fire as it criss crossed the lanes, moaning softly as bolts pinged off his armor now and again.
You caught a glimmer in the middle of the street up ahead, blaster bolts catching the signet on your knife and Din’s pauldron in little bursts. Narrowing your eyes, you honed your focus, feeling time slow down around you, the world streaking by in long blurs of movement. As Din flew over them you reached out and effortlessly pulled them the few feet to you, the handle of the knife landing firmly in your palm while his armor hit the other.
Time sped back up as you turned in Din’s grip, attaching the beskar back at his shoulder, knife still in your hand.
“You’re getting that awfully close to my face, mesh’la,” Din grumbled, glancing at the knife blade inches from his helmet.
You scoffed, finishing with the armor before tapping the blade to his beskar. “And you are one hundred percent safe.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
Letting out a huff, you smirked as he turned a sharp corner, coming up in front of the gates leading to the Magistrate’s inner area.
Guards stood with rifles drawn, aimed at the prisoners.
“Get ready for a bumpy landing,” Din mumbled.
“Isn’t it always?”
Din pinched your hip once in retribution before he dropped you the few feet down to land on the edge of the area as he kept moving through the air, planting both feet on the chest of one of the guards.
Touching down on the ground, taking a quick few steps forward from the momentum, you hurriedly looked around at the prisoners, making a move to let the nearest one down. You immediately drew your blaster and shot one of the remaining guards without a second glance as Din shot the one he knocked over.
Hurried footsteps shuffled in behind both of you, and he rounded with his blaster drawn, but you were quick to intervene. Dashing over to lightly rest your hand on his chest, drawing his attention over to you. “It’s just him.” You glanced over your shoulder to offer a small smile to the old man from earlier in the alley as he held his hands up in surrender, letting out a heavy breath of relief as he returned the grin.
Din nodded at the man, who returned the gesture still wearing a small smile, before you all went about letting the prisoners down.
“Thank you,” the man mumbled at your back.
“You're welcome.” You unfastened the restraints around the feet of the nearest captive. “He wouldn’t have shot you, though. He’s on top of it all. It was just an…. Instinct, I guess.”
He chuckled softly as he helped the man down. “Well, keep trusting your instincts. They’re on to something, I think.”
Letting out a soft huff with a gentle shake of your head, you turned to face Din as he let a prisoner down across the way. “Mando.” Once the woman was firmly on the ground, his hand going to the middle of her back to help stabilize her as she wobbled slightly, he turned his visor toward you. “I need to go.” You gestured over your shoulder with a jerk of your head.
Helping the woman lean against the pole she had been up on, holding her hand as she lowered herself slowly to sit on the ground, he quickly made his way over to you once she was stable. “Are you sure?”
“You ask this every time, when are you going to tru-”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he growled. “You know I trust you.” He shifted his weight before continuing in a quieter voice. “I’m just asking if you have everything…. Your blaster, your saber….”
“Go on….” A smirk was climbing up your face.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Oh, I am absolutely going to make you say it.”
He grunted before taking a deep breath. “Your knife.” He grumbled it so fast and low it was almost unintelligible.
“Nice try.” He grunted again, making you shake your head as you pulled your cloak back to show him your belt. “Yes. Got everything I need right here.”
“Jedi,” the woman he’d helped whispered, drawing both of your gazes her way, finding her staring at your belt with wide eyes full of hope.
Looking down you realized she had seen your saber.
Before you could say anything to dissuade them, all of the prisoners began murmuring quiet words about the Jedi, how they were saved, thank the stars, thank the Force, we’re safe, and finally. The words swam around you in a quiet din, painting a soft picture of hope in the otherwise dismal city, lights behind their eyes igniting for the first time in you didn’t know how long.
Looking around, you couldn’t find it in you to tell them no, but you didn’t want to prove them wrong.
Din’s hand on your arm pulled your attention back to his visor as it peered down at you, tilting to the right just slightly. “They know what they see. They see you.” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “Ne shab’rud’jetiise,” he said quietly, making you smile. “Slanar.” He gestured behind you with a jut of his chin, giving your arm one more firm squeeze before letting go. (“Don’t fuck with Jedi.”) (“Go.”)
“Ib’tuur jatne tuur ash’ad kyr’amur,” you said with a grin as you stepped away from him, walking backwards. (“Today is a good day for someone else to die.”)
“Jate,” he called, also walking backwards, before turning to walk towards the older man who had helped, holding one hand up in a wave. “K’oyacyi!” (“Good.”) (“Stay alive!”)
“I will if you will.” When you heard Din’s snort of laughter you turned to continue on to the next part of the plan. Darting down an alley, you reached out, trying to sense where Ahsoka was. Making a few quick turns in the darkness, you pulled up abruptly as you came around a corner to see a slew of guards trying to tiptoe through the streets.
Pressing your back against the structure behind you, you tried to even your breathing. Somewhere in the night, several buildings over, you heard more guards screaming, and the whirring of lightsabers. Peeking around the corner, you saw the group of guards standing frozen in fear, faces turned toward the sound.
Smirking, you lifted one finger at your side, and with a flick sent some debris on the side of the street skittering, drawing their attention away from where Ahsoka was. As they investigated, you flicked your finger again, sending a push to one of the guard’s shoulders, making him stumble back a few steps.
“Don’t touch me,” he hissed to the one next to him.
“I didn’t,” the other responded, agitated.
“What do you mean you didn’t? What else could it have been?”
They were getting in each other’s faces now, so you gave them a little nudge, sending them colliding into one another, their heads smacking the other unceremoniously. As they collected themselves, cradling their helmets where they had hit, moaning, they swore all manner of curses and colorful language at one another, getting to their feet and drawing in the few other members of their troop to try and break up the squabble.
“It’s her,” one of them hissed to the two, making them stop short. “She’s getting in your heads. Stop-”
“No, he pushed me.”
“I didn’t-”
“Your friend is right.” You slowly stepped away from the wall, coming where they could see you, saber tightly gripped in your hand at your side. They raised their weapons at you, scrambling to get into some sort of formation. “Well, partly. It wasn’t her. It was me.”
Silence curled around you like your cape as it slowly billowed in the breeze.
“It wasn’t you. You’re no Jedi. You can’t-”
With a flick of your wrist, the soldier went flying backwards, thumping against a wall and sliding down with a moan.
“You caught me. I’m no Jedi,” you held your hands up by your head in surrender, smirking when you saw them become uneasy at the sight of the saber in your hand. They didn’t even notice the soldier you’d sent against the wall suddenly being jerked into an adjacent alley by an unseen force, and they seemingly missed the sound of a saber igniting briefly before the muffled sounds of struggling stopped. “But I’m me. And I can still do this.”
Turning your upheld hand just slightly, all of their weapons clicked as you disengaged them wordlessly. They all held their weapons up to inspect them before trading worried glances. One of them went flying up before slamming back down into the ground, moaning.
“That was me,” Ahsoka said, stepping out of the shadows behind them.
In just a beat of silence, you exchanged a glance with her, reaching out to help distract and divide them with more forceful nudges and pushes as she took them down easily with her sabers. Once they were all still on the ground, she closed the distance between you, disengaging her blades.
“There’s more across town. It’ll be faster to go over the roofs.”
Clipping your saber to your belt, you couldn’t help the small smile starting up your face. “I think I know just how to get up there.”
Taking a deep breath in, you closed your eyes and felt the ground fall away as you leapt backwards onto the roof of the building you had been leaning against. Stumbling a bit once you opened your eyes, you looked around with a grin. “That will never not be amazing.”
Ahsoka laughed softly as she walked to the edge of the roof, peering down into the street below. “To make it across the gaps, you have to do the same thing, focus, but keep your eyes open.” She turned to look at you. “You have to keep your guard up. Yes, this is a relatively easy fight, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get caught off guard.”
You nodded, taking a few steps back to get a running start to follow after her as she leapt across the space. Watching the ground fall away beneath you again, your robe rippling in the wind as the other rooftop grew closer by the second, you decided to keep your eyes open every time from now on. Landing on the tiles, you took an extra few steps from the momentum before you came to a stop next to Ahsoka who looked at you expectantly, eyebrows raised.
“How was that?”
You grinned. “Wizard.”
Her face melted into a matching grin before the two of you took off in a sprint, dashing across the rooftops like they were stepping stones. She’d drop down every now and again, taking out a straggling guard here and there. You rolled your eyes at how dramatic she was being, sneaking up behind them and igniting her sabers just inches away before striking. It still made you smile, though.
Holding up her hand to stop you on a rooftop near the edge of the city, she looked down into the lane below. Looking at you, she pointed to the opposite end, speaking into your mind to not alert the troops down below. “Go to that end. After I run across this opening, you run across that one. Rattle a few things to get them turned around. Run fast. With speed and our capes for cover, they won’t be able to tell the difference between us. When they are looking your way, I’ll take care of them.”
Nodding, you silently made your way to the edge and dropped down out of sight of the soldiers. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you thought about telling Din how good you were getting at being stealthy.
Something rattled in the alley behind you, making you jump. Hand going over your heart as you glared at the rattling lid of a trash container, you narrowed your eyes. “Ahsoka,” you bit out, feeling something like amusement floating your way through the Force.
Once all the guards were looking your way, Ahsoka sped across the opening, making them spin on their heels, rifles raised. You dashed across your opening, pulling their attention back, and out of nowhere a creature screeched and skittered away down the alley the opposite direction. As they stared after the creature, Ahsoka snuck up behind them, smirking as she held up her sabers in front of her, making them look like one magnificent blade she was pulling apart by sheer will.
After it was done, and it was just the two of you left in the alley, you slowly walked up to her as she clipped them back to her belt. “Am I ever going to get to ignite my saber today?”
“Any day that you don’t have to is a day well spent.”
“True. But you’ve barely seen my saber. It’s magnificent.”
“Are you sure that kyber has been quiet since you picked it up? Because it sounds awfully loud right now.” She smirked at you.
You scoffed teasingly. “This coming from the woman who has waved her’s around with as much flourish and flash as the top levels on Coruscant.”
The smile still on her face, she leapt onto the roof to head to the next area. “The next ones, you can show them your blade. See what happens. You’ve made me curious, now I need to see it, too.”
Landing next to her before following across the rooftops, you sighed playfully. “That's all I ask.”
After about three roofs, she signaled you to stop, holding a finger to her lips in a cue for silence. Looking down you saw the head of the guard who had let you into the city, and the two assassin droids. Ahsoka motioned you to a roof adjacent from where she stood, and you leapt soundlessly. “I’ll get their attention. You draw the droids away if you can. Use your saber like we talked about, the droids won’t know the difference.”
She ignited her sabers and was quickly under fire from the head of the guard. She leapt down into the alley, cutting his rifle in two and blocking fire from the droids. Running up a wall, she leapt and cut one of the droids in half before jumping up on the roof again, instantly disappearing into the shadows.
“Get up there!” The man ordered the droid, who promptly pulled itself up onto the roof.
Igniting your saber from the roof across the way, you began to run like you had been, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, sending bolts back towards the droid as it turned to follow you, thinking you were her.
“Wait a minute,” the man said softly, looking between where you were and Ahsoka had disappeared. “Leave her!” He ordered the droid harshly. “It’s a decoy. Follow me.”
The droid obediently began hopping back across the rooftops, following after Ahsoka as the man disappeared into the shadows.
“Kriff,” you muttered, disengaging your saber, keeping it in your hand as you followed at a safe distance.
You were quickly back in the center of town, the man and droid nowhere to be found.
Din was ushering the last of the prisoners into a nearby house. “Get inside,” he said softly.
Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you turned to find a lone guard sneaking closer, rifle raised as he closed in on the Mandalorian.
“Hey! You!” Yelling to get his attention, you sprung into action as soon as the guard turned to look up at you.
Leaping off the roof, you wrapped your legs around the shoulders of the soldier, pinning his arms down as you brought him to the ground. He tried to squirm out of your grip, but you were quick to get to your knees, grabbing his shoulders to pull him up before slamming him back down as hard as you could, knocking him unconscious.
Looking up toward Din as you caught your breath, he stood exactly where he had been. His hand on his blaster but otherwise relaxed, looking at you as his head tilted slowly to the right.
Shrugging, you got to your feet, brushing your hands off before turning to the guard and dragging him off to the side by his shoulders. Once you were back in front of Din, you let out a heavy breath. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
His head tilted the other way. “How would you know, mesh’la?”
“I have had to learn how to read you for years, Din. I speak fluent helmet.”
Din scoffed.
“I do! That’s how I knew our friend back there,” you pointed to the soldier still unconscious in a side alley, “had bad intentions for you.”
“Really?” His voice was dripping with amusement, his visor straightened out to look down at you fully.
“Mmm-hmm.” You raised your eyebrows. “I don’t need to see a face to know these things. Comes with the Tin Can territory.”
Before Din could respond, movement behind you drew his attention away, and he looked over your shoulder, making you turn and look, too, finding the head of the guard standing in the middle of the street. Din slowly stepped in front of you, standing between you and the man.
He glanced down at the saber still in your hand, eyes flying up to meet yours before they went over your shoulder, and you found yourself turning yet again to look, finding Ahsoka standing on the edge of the wall dividing the Magistrate’s area from the rest of the city. The wind whipped her cloak around her viciously as she held the man’s gaze before she turned and dropped down on the other side of the wall.
Looking back to the man, a rifle held ready in his arms, you noticed Din had quietly drawn his blaster. Clipping the saber back to your belt and crossing your arms over your chest, your gaze bounced between the two of them in the loaded silence until finally the man spoke.
“So, you threw in with the Jedi.”
Din glanced over his shoulder at you, his head tilting just slightly in amusement before he turned back to the man. “Looks that way.” You couldn’t help but snort softly in laughter. “Two of them, in fact.” The man scoffed. “Come to think of it, three. My son was gonna be one a few decades ago….”
“Decades?”
“Yeah. He’s older than me.” He began motioning with his hands in reference. “He’s about this big, huge ears, green…. Doesn’t like you at all.” Din’s blaster rattled with his movements, still gripped firmly in his hand. “I keep him around for a lot more than luck.”
“That…. Thing?!”
“His son,” you corrected the man in a bored tone, shifting your weight to one leg.
“Our son,” Din amended firmly.
You stared at the back of his helmet, fighting the urge to smile.
The man scoffed. “Oh. So you did more than just throw in with them.”
“Hey. Buddy,” you started, lowering your arms to rest at your sides easily. “He’s got the upper hand here. I wouldn’t press his buttons if I were you.”
“You’d know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you?” He practically sneered.
You nodded. “I would. But I don’t have to actually press anything.” When the man narrowed his eyebrows in question and Din groaned knowingly, holstering his blaster with a shake of his head, you lifted one hand, letting your fingers tickle the air teasingly. “I just have to….” With a flick of your wrist, a piece of fruit from the nearby vendor’s table flew through the air, smacking into the back of the man’s head.
He lifted a hand to cradle the impact, turning and looking, only to do a double take when the table was empty of anyone to blame. When he turned back to face you, his eyes went wide, finding several pieces of the fruit floating in front of him where you had floated them over his head out of his line of sight. He looked at you briefly, eyes going wider still as you smirked before flicking your wrist again, his eyes turning back to the projectiles as you sent the fruit forward to pummel him in rapid succession.
“Do you think he gets it?” You asked, looking at Din.
“No, I don’t think he does,” he mused, his voice tight with held back laughter.
“He does, he does! I mean I do, I do! Stop!”
On the other side of the wall you heard the sound of Ahosoka’s sabers powering up, quickly followed by the sounds of kyber striking beskar. The spear. A buzz hummed through the air as the two met and held, resisting the other firmly. Then silence. Quickly, a pattern formed with their grunts and the clashing of weapons echoed faintly off of the walls of the inner area.
The man held his ground across from both of you, eyeing you more skeptically now after the fruit. “You seem familiar.”
Smirking, you signed to him in Tusken. “Do I?”
He let out an aggravated huff, rolling his eyes. “Of course.” Turning his attention back to Din, he changed the subject. “Who do you think’s gonna win?”
Din held his ground, not moving an inch as his arms hung easily at his sides, his weight on one leg like this was a casual conversation. As subtly as you could, you angled yourself more towards him, moving in closer just a bit.
“Could be your side….” The man continued, beginning to move forward slowly. “Could be my side.” The fight continued in the background.
Din inclined his head ever so slightly as the man got closer.
“I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian.” He finally looked your way again, something like annoyance in his expression. “Or with your…. Friend.”
“That’s far enough,” Din said calmly, one hand coming up to gesture the man to stop, his other moving to hover over his blaster, teasing the air as it itched to grab the weapon.
You heard the fight surge briefly, the sound of one saber disengaging before a faint plop of water. It took all you had not to jump over the wall and try to help, but you knew Ahsoka knew what she was doing. You’d probably just get in the way. You were needed here.
“You and I, we’re a lot alike.”
You narrowed your eyes at the man. “You are nothing like him.”
He ignored you. “Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause.” He eyed Din’s hand as it flexed over his blaster, his gloves creaking with the movement. “Which this is not.”
The sound of beskar thudding to the ground and all sounds of fighting coming to a stop filled the area.
“Sounds like you win,” the man admitted, going to lower his rifle to the ground. He watched Din closely, too closely. As soon as Din moved his hand further away from his blaster, the man released his rifle and pulled a blaster out of the back of his belt.
Without thinking, you drew your own blaster and shot, an explosion of sparks coming off his armor at the impact. The man flew back several feet, landing on the street, motionless.
“I had it!”
You turned at Din’s exasperated voice to find him with his blaster also drawn, smoke curling from the end.
“Well, now we’ll never know,” you mused, smiling slightly as you holstered your weapon.
Din spun his blaster quickly around his finger in a flourish before slipping it back in his belt without a glance.
“Show off,” you mumbled, turning to find the old man who helped earlier opening the door you’d seen Din ushering everyone into earlier.
He gave both of you a nod with a small smile, which you returned. His eyes suddenly went wide as he looked over your shoulder. “Behind you!” Why was everything behind you today?
Without a thought, both you and Din drew your blasters, turned, and fired up at the roof, dropping the last assassin droid in a sparking, smoking pile of scrap.
“I had it!” You grumbled to Din, trying to do what he did earlier by spinning the blaster but it didn’t work, so you just shoved it into your belt.
“If I agree with you, will you never try to do that again?” He pointed to your blaster with his own before showing off once again, finally holstering it at his side.
“What do you think?” You hissed at him, rolling your eyes.
“I think it was painful to watch,” he mumbled, looking around to make sure the area was clear.
You huffed at the slight, turning away just a bit in annoyance, seeing the man lying in the street, and getting an idea. Smirking, you walked over to him. “Fine.” Stooping down, you picked up his rifle. “But if that’s the case, I’m just gonna need a bigger weapon. More function, less painful for you to watch.”
Din groaned. “Not this again. It’s like your knife all over again. Put it back.”
“Hey, you admitted that knife has come in handy.”
“Not in so many words.”
Slinging the rifle over your back by the strap, you smirked at him. “I’m keeping it.”
Before Din could rebut, the people began to file out of the house, their eyes all wide on you. “Jedi,” they all whispered.
Soon you were surrounded by people, all of them looking at you with grateful eyes. Their hands reached out tentatively at first to grip your own, then gradually became more and more confident as they offered reassuring squeezes to your arms, hands, shoulders - anywhere they could touch.
One older woman you recognized as the fruit vendor, cradled your face between her hands. Her face held a slight tremble as a tight smile formed on her lips, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
You wanted to explain. Tell them it was Ahsoka. It was Din. You weren’t a Jedi.
But as her eyes crinkled in joy, her brow unfurrowed in relief, you just smiled, nodded once, and swallowed your tears before saying, “You're welcome,” as strongly as you could.
Looking over the mass of people surrounding you, you saw Din looking on from the sidelines, his head tilted fondly. “I told you,” he signed. “They see you.”
You are yourself, and that is all you could ever hope to be.
Ahsoka’s words ring in your head, making you smile.
Looking up and to the left, you saw Ahsoka with the Magistrate in her grasp as she exited the middle area. Ahsoka smiled at you mischievously as her voice floated into your head. “I see my words didn’t go to waste, little one.”
You’re not sure how, but you know your voice floats back into her mind, her smile widening as it does.
That’s all I need to be.
Xxx
You leaned against the inside of the city gate, ankles crossed leisurely, arms comfortably across your chest as you watched the people celebrate their newfound freedom. The air was clearer, the skies bluer, like nature itself was taking a long needed breath. Looking down at the satchel on your hip filled with fruit from the vendor, you smiled. She had insisted you take it, stuffing more into the bag until it was overflowing. She wouldn’t accept any payment, so you made sure to slip some to the man who had helped you, telling him to get it to her somehow.
You smirked at Din as he walked past you with Ahsoka. This was the same spot he’d grabbed you by the back of the neck when you were in the armor. “I’m having some deja vu…. But a much less violent version.”
He scoffed. “Violent. I pulled you off the wall.”
“Compared to my relaxing before you did, it was violent.”
You followed them out of the gate, your heart full as you watched the celebration over your shoulder where the older man who had helped you was being anointed their new leader. He looked up and met your eyes, smiling kindly. You smiled back, tilting your head forward in a small bow of respect before lifting it again to find him waving you off bashfully.
“I believe this was your payment,” Ahsoka said, holding the beskar spear out for Din, smiling that mischievous grin she’d had since you’d taken the city.
“No,” Din said after a minute, and you turned your full attention back to the two of them, looking up at his visor with knit brows. “I can’t accept.”
Ahsoka shifted the spear to the other hand, tapping it on the ground in the process, making it ring out softly.
“I didn’t finish the job.”
Understanding crossed her face and she gave a gentle shake of her head. “No. But this belongs with a Mandalorian.”
Hesitantly, Din reached out and lightly gripped the spear, taking it from her, looking it up and down.
“Where is your little friend?” Ahsoka’s voice had softened, her features more serious for the first time in a while.
Your stomach sank. You’d forgotten why you were here for a while, expecting to jump on the ship after this and go back to life as normal. But…. That wasn’t going to happen. There would be one less member on the Crest. Little Grogu had to go and get training, it was what was best for him. That didn’t make it any easier.
Din looked into the distance toward the Crest, his voice strong, but you knew him well enough, he was hurting, too. “Back at the ship. Wait here, I’ll go get him.”
As Din started toward the ship, Ahsoka’s eyes followed him before landing on you. Something passed between you, you didn’t know quite what, but inside you knew it was right. The unease of Grogu leaving abated slightly, but the sadness still ran deep in your veins.
Following after Din, you hurried to catch up with him, resting a hand on his shoulder when you were close enough. “I know,” you offered softly. “I feel it, too.”
“It’s what’s right,” he said lowly, his voice breaking. “It’s what’s best for him.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier,” you voiced your earlier thoughts.
“Would anything?”
“I don’t think so,” you said after a moment, your hand sliding down to grip his elbow, one of the few unarmored spots on him. “This is what you set out to do, Din. You’ve found the Jedi, you’ve returned him to his kind. It’s where he’ll be safest, you know that.”
“I want him safe. I do. But I also want him happy, and when he was floating that rock, he seemed anything but happy.” He looked down at you as you both paused at the bottom of the ramp of the Crest. “Is that selfish?”
You offered him a gentle smile, rubbing your hand back and forth where it still rested on his arm. “To want joy for a being you care about? No. No I don’t think that is.”
He looked at the ground, his voice going quieter still. “But what if I want to be a part of that joy?”
Studying his visor for a long moment, you finally looked at his chest as you spoke. “I think…. I think you will always be a part of his joy. Whether you're with him, or not.” Looking back up into his visor, you swallowed before continuing. “You saved his life, Din. Multiple times. And you’re saving it again by letting him go with the Jedi. He needs this. It’s just another step on his journey. But you…. You’re the reason he has a journey to go on. And he knows that.”
“He’s just a kid, how would he-”
“When we sit and meditate, when I’m trying to calm him in hyperspace so he doesn’t bounce off the walls? We…. talk. Kind of like he and Ahsoka did, I guess. I couldn’t read his thoughts like she could, but I got…. Images. Feelings.”
He shifted his weight, tilting his head as he looked down at you.
You smiled as you recalled some of the conversations with the kid. “Remember when I told you you were the world to him?” Din straightened a bit before nodding quickly. “I wasn’t far off. When we talk I try and get his attention by sending him images of things he knows, foods, frogs, his ball, and he sends back his, er…. I guess you could say feelings is the best word for it.” He nodded for you to go on.
“When I send him a mental image of food, it’s joy. Frogs, elation,” you chuckled. “His ball, love.” You paused, looking back up at him. “You? With you, he sends me an overwhelming feeling of everything.” Din didn’t move. “Safety, joy, annoyance, protectiveness, fiercely protective in fact, elation, and overwhelming love.”
“Annoyance?”
You huffed. “After all of that, you focus on that?” Your hands went to your hips. “Yes. You’re proving his point right now,” you grumbled, going to make your way up the ramp.
He reached out, lightly grabbing your arm to stop you. “I’m sorry. I…. I don’t do this…. well.”
“Don’t do what?”
“This.” He gestured between the two of you then up onto the ship toward Grogu. “Us.” He sighed. “Family.”
You smiled, stepping back down, closer to him, resting your hand on his chest plate. “You’re doing just fine.” Your smile faltered. “Now come on. We have something we need to do.” Reaching down, you grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze as you started up the ramp. “And I’ll be right here the whole time.”
Din took off his jet pack once he was inside the ship, setting it off to the side as you waved your hand over the panel to open the door to the little cot area. With slow but purposeful steps, he walked up and put his hand on the small hammock as Grogu still slept heavily, wiped out from all the work with Ahsoka. “Wake up, buddy.”
Taking one step away to give them some space, you put your right arm across your chest, your left hand resting on Din’s back softly before bracing on your chin to help keep your lip from trembling.
“It’s time to say goodbye.”
Grogu blinked his eyes open blearily for just a moment, letting out a soft coo before he fell back asleep.
Din pulled him gently from the hammock, sitting on the edge of the cot as he cradled Grogu in front of him, just staring down at his little ward as he slept.
You sat on a nearby crate, giving them the space they needed, but staying nearby for support. You loved Grogu, and you’d get to say goodbye, but their relationship was something special. They deserved their time alone.
Din said your name a while later, motioning you over with a jerk of his head when you looked up.
Rising slowly, you made your way soundlessly over, finding Grogu’s eyes open and watching sagely.
Reaching out and tracing the line of his ear with your finger, pinching the end lightly when you got there, you brought your finger to his small clawed hand, smiling and letting out a breath when he grasped it tightly. “I would run for my life a thousand times over if it meant I got to know you again.”
Xxx
A while later, Din took the time to adjust the kid’s robes as Grogu babbled happily, sitting atop a large crate near the ramp of the Crest.
His large eyes looked up at you as he squealed once, making grabby hands for another mouthful from the ration pack you were feeding him. Laughing softly, you reached in, grabbing a portion. “This is it, adika.” You handed it to him and he immediately began munching happily. “That’s the last piece.” (“Little one.”)
He looked up at you with wide, sad eyes, slowing his eating just slightly, making you laugh again.
“I’m not saying that, the packet is!” Turning it upside down to show it was empty, Grogu glared at it with vehemence, making Din chuckle.
He picked him up, starting down the ramp as you followed, both of you stopping at the sound of Ahsoka’s voice.
“You’re like a father to him.” She looked to you. “You’re a family.”
Din continued down the ramp again after a moment.
“I cannot train him.”
Din slowed, finally stopping at the bottom of the ramp. “You made me a promise, and I held up my end.” He’d finally come to some sort of terms about the whole thing, and now he was being made to march in the opposite direction. He may wear beskar, but he wasn’t made of it. You weren’t sure how much more he could take before he’d start to take damage.
Ahsoka sighed before closing the distance between her and the Mandalorian, the child cooing at her happily. She reached out and he grabbed her finger. “There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. There you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force.” She looked at you. “Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”
Din’s voice was slightly relieved, but tired, and you couldn’t blame him. “Then what?”
She looked at the child. “Then Grogu may choose his path.” His ears perked up at this. He let go of her finger, looking up at her expectantly. “If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him.” Her expression fell, and her arms came to cross over her chest. “Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”
Grogu’s ears fell, and he babbled softly.
“Thank you.” You did a double take at Din’s thanks, eyebrow raising skeptically.
“May the Force be with you.”
Din nodded once, before turning to head back up the ramp.
“May the Force be with you.” You offered in return, lingering near the bottom of the ramp, arms crossed over your chest.
She smiled at you, glancing behind you as Grogu cooed happily, making her smile grow for a moment before she bowed her head to him in farewell. Then she met your eyes again. “So, little one, what will you do?”
“What do you mean?” Your arms fell to your sides to rest easily.
She smiled mischievously, like always. “You know.”
Looking over your shoulder as the ship started up, you turned back to her. “I will do what I need to.” She nodded, accepting your answer. “Thank you,” You said after a moment. “For everything. I finally feel a shred of control, and a hell of a lot more hope.”
“Hold on to that. Let it carry you when things get dark. There is always a light to go towards, even if that light is in fact, yourself. Follow your instincts, and you will not often find yourself lost.”
“You speak in riddles,” you moaned, massaging your temples and scrunching your eyes shut tight.
She laughed softly. “I learned from the best.”
“I’m beginning to see that,” you mused with a grin, letting your hands fall back to your sides.
She gestured you up the ramp, a fond expression on her face as you turned and made your way into the ship. Just as the ramp began to close, you heard her voice in your head, turning to find her winking at you just before she was out of sight.
“May the Force be with you.”
Xxx
“Where are we headed?” You asked, slipping into the copilot seat as the Crest pulled away from the surface of Corvus.
“I was thinking back to Tatooine for a quick pit stop. Stock back up on some rations, top off a few leaks in the Crest before we make the trek all the way to Tython.” He pushed a few buttons as the ship broke through the atmosphere, the dark sky fading into the brilliant void of space in front of you.
“Okay, sounds good,” you nodded, fastening your seatbelt right before he pushed a lever forward and the vibrant streaks of hyperspace surrounded the viewport. “Remind me to….”
When you didn’t continue, Din hit the autopilot button and turned in his chair to see what was going on, the question dying on his tongue when he found you staring with narrowed brows at several pieces of floating fruit coming up through the hatch from the level below.
“I think the gremlin named Grogu is hungry,” you grumbled, though your voice was heavily amused, one eyebrow raising skeptically as you turned to look at Din.
Sure enough, when he looked at the kid, Grogu was reaching out for the nearest fruit as it floated straight into his hands. “Patu!” He cried happily before biting into it ravenously, the remaining floating pieces all dropping to the floor with a thud.
With a heavy sigh you shook your head, a bemused smile tugging up your cheeks as you looked back at Din, his head leaning back against his chair with a gentle thump.
Xxx
Din hammered on the hull of the Crest. “When we got to Corvus, we found the Jedi. She told us the kid's name is Grogu,” he said the name affectionately, pausing his thudding against the durasteel to stare at the hull absently as he continued. “Then she tried to say my wife needed her help too, not just the kid, but-”
Peli fumbled at his words, her tool clanging against the outside of the ship as she attempted to catch it before she dropped her large wrench directly on top of his helmet where he stood below her fixing the Crest.
Din’s hand rose to rub the spot as he twisted his gaze up toward her. “Ow! What was that for?!”
Peli blinked her wide eyes owlishly. “I’m…. I’m sorry. Did…. Did you just….” Her eyelids fluttered as she searched for the right words, her hand resting on her hip as it jutted out to the side. “Did you just call her….” She leaned forward on the scaffolding, bracing on her forearms as she leaned closer to Din. “Your wife?!”
Din took a deep breath in but was stopped when R5 bleeped into the hangar, leading you across the space with animated sounds as you just grinned at it, the little BD droid hopping around your feet excitedly, chirping as it went. Looking up in amusement, you cocked your head to the side as you peered up at your Mandalorian. “What about a wife?” You turned to Peli. “I’m still learning Binary, but I’m pretty sure R5 said ‘wife’.”
Reaching out and lightly kicking the droid with the tip of his boot, Din muttered, “Tattletale.”
It blew a raspberry at him. BD continued to chirp happily as it looked between all three of you.
Peli protested when he nudged the droid, making a face at him before turning to look at you yet again. “Mando said his ‘wife’!” She pointed at him exaggeratedly. Looking back at him with narrowed eyes, her voice lowered. “Explain!”
“You’re worse than the droid,” Din muttered, shaking his head as he peered up at her. Lowering his gaze back down to yours, and finding your brows raised expectantly, he froze. “Uh….” There was a moment of silence before he swerved the conversation into a new line altogether. “I want to train with the spear a bit. Get your saber out.”
Your eyebrows went from raised curiosity to narrowed confusion. “My saber? Din, is that a good idea?”
“I’m in full beskar, and the spear is beskar. If I can fight off a dual blade wielding Jedi like Ahsoka, I can handle you.” His voice turned smug near the end, his weight shifting to one side as his hand rested on his belt.
“Yeah, okay. But I was helping you with her. In this scenario, I’m against you.”
“If you’re scared, mesh’la, just say so.”
Peli’s head had been snapping back and forth between you during the exchange, but she let out a low whistle as she looked forward at Din’s taunt, her droids all bleeping and booping commentary.
Oh, that was low. He knew how to press all your buttons.
“I’m not scared, just…. Concerned. This hangar is like a giant echo chamber. Is it the best idea to have the sound of a saber meeting beskar over and over?”
Din chuckled. “Oh, you think you’re going to land that many hits, do you?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “The droids working on the ship will cover the sound, we’ll be fine.”
“I just need to say,” Peli interjected loudly, still up on the platform, hand held up with one finger extended as if scolding the both of you, “that if you so much as touch my droids with your nonsense,” her eyes narrowed to vicious slits, “you will pay. And I’m not talkin’ credits.”
Both of you stayed silent, looked up at your friend and nodded in understanding.
She grinned broadly, clapping her hands together once and rubbing them together in anticipation. “Then let’s get this show on the road!”
“Some ground rules,” you began, unclipping your saber from your belt before removing the belt altogether as Din tilted his head slightly at you. “No other weapons. No vambraces except to use to block. Hand to hand is okay, but that’s it. Deal?”
“Just the saber and the spear, got it.” He nodded, following your lead and removing his belt, too. When he picked up the spear, he spun it with a flourish, making you roll your eyes. “Ready?”
Igniting your blade, you lowered into a fighting stance and smirked. “Ready.”
Shooting a glance to Peli, you nodded once before turning your eyes back to Din, watching his every move as she signaled her droids to begin some louder repairs. As soon as the excessive banging and whirring began, both you and Din moved toward one another with intent.
Sparks flew as purple kyber met raw beskar, the prolonged contact singing as you both tried to get the upper hand.
You pulled back, circling him.
“Does the Force count as another weapon?”
He scoffed. “Don’t start.”
“What? It’s technically my hand.”
“What do you think?” He never let his back be to you, following you in your circle as he stood in place.
“I think you just don’t like the possibility of this.” With a small swipe of your hand, he was flat on his back, and you launched his way, but when you got there, he was gone.
Blinking a few times, disoriented, you looked around, suddenly lurching forward when a boot on your lower back pushed your forward. Stumbling, you barely avoided face planting in the sand. Rounding on him, you let out an annoyed huff.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Peli sucked in a breath through her teeth, wincing.
He chuckled. “If you’re going to play dirty, you shouldn’t be afraid of a little sand.”
You groaned, walking back over to him, saber humming at your side. “You have the worst jokes.”
“He really does,” Peli agreed, watching with an arm braced on the railing of the platform, her head resting on her fist. Her droids all chirped a reply.
It continued like this for hours, the dual suns of Tatooine rising and falling in the sky as you clashed and collided, the hum of kyber and beskar meeting a constant low drone in the hangar, the surge of sparks illuminating the growing shadows.
He got the upper hand, like he always seemed to do, and you ended up flat on your back after he used his spear to knock your feet out from under you, sand sticking to the line of sweat down your spine.
Panting, you disengaged your saber, letting your arms collapse and flop into the gritty earth beneath you. As he took the few steps to close the distance left between you, you smirked, staring up at him as he towered over you. “So your wife?”
Din, still panting like you, let out a heavier breath in annoyance, looking away from you and across the hangar. “Don’t.”
“No, I’m not!” You couldn’t help the grin. “Just…. What brought this on?” Your breathing finally started to calm, and you let out a much needed sigh.
It took him a moment to answer, but when he did, he finally looked back down at you. “To be honest…. A bunch of things. But more specifically when you tackled that guard from the roof on Corvus.”
“Oh really?” Your grin turned into a mischievous smirk. “That’s what does it for you?”
He groaned, holding a hand out to you. “Get back up and fight me already.”
“I will if you stay on your feet this time.” You tried to pull him off balance as you took his hand, getting to your feet, but it backfired and he pulled you off balance instead, making you stumble forward.
“Cuyi ulyc,” he teased, turning to face you as he shook his head. “Bid werdla.” (“Be careful.”) (“So stealthy.”)
“Ori’jagyc. Ori’buyce, kih’kovid.” You circled him one more time, looking for an opening. (“Bully. (Lit. “Big man.”) All helmet, no head.”)
He froze. “I’m not a bully. Atin'la gar besbe'trayc.” (“Tenacity/Toughness is your weapon (to success).”)
You groaned. “Don’t you start speaking in riddles like Ahsoka.”
As you mirrored one another once again, forming a large circle in front of the ramp of the Crest, you launched at Din just as the suns set below the lip of the hangar. Your saber met his spear, sparks shooting in all directions, sending the pit droids scattering as the two weapons sang on impact.
“Atiniir,” Din grunted out as he held his ground, trying to push you back any amount he could manage. (“Endure.”)
“Oh, because you’re always a ramikadyc, right?” (A determined, focused person.)
“I do my best,” he pushed you back on the last word, making you spin to keep from stumbling again, your back to him for only an instant, but apparently long enough for him to disappear into thin air.
Turning in circles, searching the hangar, he was nowhere to be found. “This isn’t funny!”
“It wasn’t supposed to be,” you hear right in your ear, making you whirl around with your saber, colliding with his spear once again before he swipes it with a flourish and sends your saber off to the side, the blade disengaging as it clattered to the ground.
Calling it back to you with the Force, it just has time to land in your hand and ignite before the tip of the spear is pointed at your neck, inches away, and you go a little cross eyed looking down at it as you try not to move. Hoping your labored breathing calms down enough that you don’t accidentally take too deep a one and catch the end of the blade from the motion. Your eyes lifted up to his visor.
“Gar parjir,” you whispered. (“You win.”)
“The goal isn’t to win. It’s to cuyanir.” (“Survive.”)
“Can I cuyanir without your spear at my throat, please?” You swallowed roughly, eyeing the beskar as it glinted under the work lights Peli had set up when the suns had disappeared. You disengaged the saber, holding it loosely at your side.
With a simple spin end over end he had the spear back at his side, standing proudly in his hand.
“Ni ceta.” (“Sorry.” (Lit. “I kneel.”))
You blinked and he was down on one knee with his head bowed in either respect or shame, you couldn’t tell which. Dropping to your knees in front of him, your saber forgotten where it fell, you cradled his cheeks, lifting his head up so you could look at him straight on.
“What? No, no, no.” Glancing over to find Peli buried in some repair, you lowered your voice still, looking back at his visor. “Din, I was teasing-”
“No, mesh’la, I took it too far. I got…. Wrapped up in the moment and forgot….” He looked off to the side.
“Hey, hey….” You cooed, slowly turning his focus your way. “Come back to me.” Closing your eyes, you leaned your forehead against his, taking a deep breath before letting it out on a sigh.
“I always come back to you.”
Xxx
Later that night, you stood in Peli’s kitchen, looking for a late night snack before bed when Din came in.
“Mesh’la? What’re you doing?” His voice was low and rough, ready for sleep several hours ago but only just now making his way there.
“Scavenging,” you mumbled, looking through a small pile of miscellaneous foods in a cabinet. “But nothing looks quite right.” Closing the cabinet softly, you turned to face him, finding him leaning against the doorframe. “I think I’ll just have some water.” After you filled a small glass, you leaned against the counter facing him, smirking into your cup as you went to take a sip. “So, your wife, huh?”
Din sighed, his body deflating as he hung his head. “Don't.”
Swallowing, you lowered your glass and gave a small nod, fighting the grin trying to tug up your face. "I'd love to meet her.”
He sighed again, resting his head back against the wall with a soft thud.
Silence hung in the air before you added on a chuckle, "Is she nice?"
Din said nothing, only feeding the silence.
You had a full on grin now. "At least tell me she's pretty."
He still said nothing, but then, lowly, "Nayc. Mesh'la." (“No. Beautiful.”)
Oh, he was good. But you weren’t done teasing. “I know you are but what am I?”
Din turned and walked off after a moment, done with this whole day, waving to you as you laughed.
“Aw, Din, come back! I was only playing!” He turned a corner, out of your sight. “Good night,” you added softly, smiling down at the glass in your hand.
“Good night, mesh’la.”
Snapping your head up, you saw Din peeking his head back around the corner, dipping it once to you when your eyes met his visor, then he was gone again. “Good night, Tin Can.”
Xxx
Tags: @ren-ni, @hoodedbirdie, @rennalouise, @kurlyfrasier, @what-the-heckin-heck, @deceiverofgodss, @Littleshadow17, @nghtwngs, @yourcoolauntie, @queenmalhinewahine, @lam-ila, @jesseeka, @come-hell-or-eldren-fire, @creativeautistic, @lemonsandraspberries, @heyitsaloy, @987coley, @marvel-sw-lover, @just-shut-up-kid, @1800-get-alife, @multifandomsw, @oliviajdjarin, @eeopxlt, @tomskookie, @venusacrossthestars, @sanscas, @veralii, @a-rose-of-amber, @i-own-loki, @lil-writer-523, @starry-supernova, @qweenrogerina, @darkenwolfie, @mischiefnevermanaged94, @tragerlover, @pxl8ed, @peonyophelia, @fullmoonshadowwrites, @Itsavicf, @professionalfangrrl, @immortalbloodhuntress, @scentedthingtidalwave, @reiya-djarin, @canvasandclay333, @fordo-kixed-rex, @jxvipike, @anidiotwhoreads, @sgt-morgan, @krussyfed, @lupinpetersclearwaterodairparker, @local-mr-frog, @itzagothamcitysiren, @jellybeanstacey0519, @piratequeen-impact, @cheoriemoawa, @crazyworldofsiani, @luvmeijii, @magic-without-bloop, @warmdragonfly, @ponyboys-sunsets, @dilfsaremyfavourite, @hello-th3r3, @thereaperisabitch, @seventhomen, @clichedream, @momc95, @zanzann, @witch-of-the-teapot, @h-owlpost What’s This?
#din x reader#din djarin x reader#din djarin fanfiction#star wars imagine#star wars reader insert#mando x reader#mando x you#mando x y/n#din x you#din x y/n#din djarin x you#din djarin x y/n#star wars x reader#star wars x you#star wars x y/n#din imagine#din djarin imagine#din reader insert#din djarin reader insert#mando imagine#mando reader insert#the mandalorian#star wars#din djarin#mando#grogu#grogu x reader#the mandalorian reader insert#the mandalorian imagine#the mandalorian x reader
176 notes
·
View notes
Text
Time for more Earthspark appreciation! This time let's focus on one of my favorite moments with a new character, Nightshade!
Of course, Spoilers if you haven't seen the show!
Nightshade made quite a stir in the fandom and beyond by being the first explicitly nonbinary bot, and everything about their introduction as such is very carefully crafted. I'd like to point out my favorite details while also squeeing about how utterly adorable they and their siblings are.
First, we get three whole new Terrans, and they're all absolutely precious! Not to mention beautifully designed and way taller than their older siblings!
OP is absolutely delighted to see them, and immediately drops closer to their level so he can introduce himself, expressing sincere welcome and asking them their names. Much like Twitch and Thrash, they're not quite sure at first. That tracks pretty well considering they're about five minutes old!
Thankfully Robby and Mo know the drill, and through their connection they're able to help two of their new siblings discover their names.
From this we learn two important things about each bot; their names and their pronouns. Robby introduces Hashtag with she/her, and Mo introduces Jawbreaker as he/him. As an important setup for later, Nightshade introduces themselves with only their name and an incredibly sweet greeting indicating their confused delight at having been brought into existence.
Look at them, precious little bow and everything. I would die for every single Malto but especially them.
Next, it's time for a plan to rescue Dot, and the new additions to the family are eager to help! Optimus takes them all to a rest stop and they begin forming their strategy with what they have on hand. This results in STILL more cuteness.
Lookit that little face and Mo's adorable expression of concentration I simply can't ahhhhhhh this show is non-stop sweetness!
Now onto the scene in question, which I wish I could GIF in HD because there's SO MUCH but here we go!
Nightshade asks to be represented by the bobble head, and looks to Optimus for permission to do so.
Optimus, being a gigantic dad, happily complies - but hesitates when he realizes he doesn't know how to refer to the young bot. He pauses and looks uncertainly to Mo.
Nightshade goes quiet and their optics begin to glow, a sign that they're emoting strongly enough for it to go through their connection. They appear nervous as they look to Mo, sitting more tensely and setting their lip in a line as an unspoken communication compels their big sister to nod in understanding.
Mo speaks for them gently, stating their pronouns with a level of firmness that reads as polite but quite protective. She may only be a fraction of their height, but you can tell she'd fight for her little sibling and their identity. I really have to commend her VA for this and so many other scenes! Nightshade adds a small addendum that he or she simply doesn't fit for them, speaking for themself with the help of their sibling's support.
Optimus, whose respect for pronouns is now canonized, apologizes and makes it a point to address them properly. Nightshade relaxes and the nervous glow in their optics fades as they share another little moment with Mo.
Then my heart simply exploded from the cute.
I know I'm not alone in being incredibly impatient for more Earthspark, but the introduction of Nightshade and the other Terrans has me on the edge of my seat, and moments like this are the reason why! These characters all care so deeply about one another, every moment they're on screen is such a delight. Thank you for geeking out about the little details with me while we wait!
#transformers#maccadam#transformers: earthspark#transformers earthspark#tf earthspark#earthspark#es spoilers#tf earthspark spoilers#tfe spoilers#earthspark spoilers#spoilers#earthspark nightshade#nightshade#nightshade malto#mo malto
298 notes
·
View notes
Note
ME I WANT TO SCREAM! first his expressions are so?? soft?? for youngwoo?? when she asked if he still liked her 🥺🥺🥺 then him asking if walking her home isnt in the dates lists and we should add it 😭 plsssss. HER TRYING TO HOLD HANDS EVEN IF ITS ONLY FOR AWHILE, THE WAY HE WAS SMILING STANDING THERE. then him going off on his shitty 'friend' IVE BEEN WAITING I NEED THIS ENERGY FOR MINWOO TOO. then going into walking her to his place and HER SAYING ITS HARD TO LOVE HER AND ASKING IF HE STILL WANTS TO AND HIM SAYING YES. THE KISSSSSS WAS PERFECT. IT WAS SO SWEET AND THE VIEW 😍😭🥲
junho was trying his best to not grin or laugh because ??? OF COURSE HE STILL LIKES YOUNGWOO. she was so vulnerable and worried that by running away he wouldn’t like her anymore. speaking of running away i’m so happy they talked and she apologized. look at them communicating <3
no but junho? HE HAS NO REASON TO BE SO SMOOTH!! the way he goes from soft and tender to a full on charming heartstopper in the span of a few seconds is so?? AND DID YOU NOTICE how he was fidgeting when she dropped his hand? he kept on flexing and rubbed them on his jacket i know his heart was pounding and he was so nervous. i also love that the two of them are trying to find what works best for them. holding hands? maybe not now, maybe not later. kissing?? walking each other home? yes!! that works for them!! junho stepped back and allowed youngwoo to make the choice and she did!! she went in for the kiss when she was ready and even asked for pointers. the kiss scene was so tender and gentle and slow. it was perfectly them. and i loved the longer they made out (because that’s what they did ejwjdjwj) both started to get more comfortable. junho slid his hands a little higher and youngwoo held on tighter. the kiss was a masterpiece, beautifully shot and acted. will i ever get over it? no it lives rent free in my mind 24/7 now
Y E S. i was waiting the whole scene for junho to say or do something. because you could see that the longer his ‘friend’ went on. you could physically feel the tension build up inside him only to explode. and rightfully so!! that whole scene was glorious and heartbreaking because junho has been holding it in for so long.
loving youngwoo (and loving junho) will not be easy but it’s worth it for both of them. it was important for that conversation to be had. and the fact that they followed it up with one of the best kiss scenes in dramaland?? EXCUSE ME?? 10/10 i have never been the same since
i just. AHHHHHHH. SCREAMING. THEY ARE EVERYTHING 😭 manifesting junho and youngwoo happily married (or on their way to get married), living their best life, going on cute whale themed dates and please give us more tender sweet kisses
27 notes
·
View notes
Conversation
HINNY : ‘The first kiss’
GINNY'S PERSPECTIVE
Harry , he comes closer to me and - ... We are kissing . Ahhh like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.He pushes me backward and we’re lying down, making out ahhhhh . I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just … him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine.I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don’t care, I don’t care at all. He feels wonderful.I want him closer closer closer.
And I pull back to breathe .
Okay. Okay. Calm yourself Ginny . AHHHHHHH.
And I move forward to kiss him again .
#hinny#hinny smut#hinny fanfic#hinny fanart#harry potter#ginny#ginnymollyweasley#harry james potter#harry and ginny#ginny and harry#first kiss
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
beatles harmonies that cured my depression.
It is important that i discuss this. Well, not really important I just really wanted to share. This is in no particular order either it's just the ones that come to the top of my head lol. Feel free to reblog and share your own 😎
1. The "Woahoooah AHHHHH" from When I Get Home.
Not even words can describe the battery power that starts coursing through my veins when I hear this harmony. I cant even,....LIKE HELLO??? i have never heard such a blessing... Such a well-fitting triplet of voices singing a vowel thats made me feel like i can run 10 miles straight. They aren't real. The Beatles, of course. To this day I don't understand how this harmony exists in this universe. My ears melt everytime. One of my favorites, in case you couldn't tell.
2. The obvious.. "yeah yeah yeah YEAHH" from She Loves You :)
LET ME TELL YOU. oh my god let me tell yo u .. Way back when, when I was a new fan... Good lord. I was literally ascending. ASCENDING. i felt every inch of my body start to lift off the ground. Im sure im not the only one who's experienced this. I remember thinking 'how the wiggle wubble do 3 men sound so GOOD TOGETHER' IT DOES NOT ADD UP PEOPLE THE BEATLES HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF ROBOTIC BOY BAND GROWN IN A LAB THIS ISNT POSSIBLE how do we live on the same dimensional plane that this harmony lives on..
3. "The magical mystery tour, is coming to take you away, Coming to take you away!" from Magical Mystery Tour.
...
guys. Guys you dont understand. This one line, adds, YEARS. LITERAL YEARS TO MY LIFE SPAN. At this point I am fully immortal. The "coming to take you awayyy" makes my heart POUND. i love this song so much... And this line especially... It makes me go insane. Basically the beatles are manic melody genuises that have successfully spread one of the biggest diseases in musical history. Personally, I think this line was a clear example of why.
4. "Last night I said these words to my girl", "Please pleaase me, oh yeah, like i please you...", "...With you! Oh yeah, why do you make me blue" from Please Please Me.
do i even have to say anything. Well, i dont but i will for the sake of the post. There is so much. So much. About this song that I. I cant even,,. I would choose this song over SO MANY BEATLES SONGS DUDE. not that its cause i think its better than all the others but it just holds such a special place in my heart. Its the only song thats Ever made me feel some intense wave of nostalgia for a decade i wasnt even born in. Its one of the songs that continue to make me question the beatles existance. How could something like this ever come to reality. My brain has never been so pleased in its life.
5. "Carve your number on my wall and maybe you will get a call from me" from If I Needed Someone.
The way that this song was added into my Liked playlist SO QUICKLY...... God. I love george. Hes my favorite after all. Rubber Soul as a whole makes me feel warm inside but this song and this one line just hits so much more intensely for some reason... Their voices just flow insanely well and I just DONT UNDERSTAND HOW. its like an angel choir making its way through the clouds as you see the gate to heaven start to appear. Wonderful song and mind-blowing harmony... The beat is so good too and i just explode.
6. The "ahhhhh Ahhhhh AHhhhh *inhale* AHHHhhhh AHHHHH *inhale* AHHHHHH" from Day Tripper.
HOLY JESUS CHIRST THIS SONG HAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK... There are undeniably A BUNCH of other flawless harmonies in this song but my god the beatles knew what they were doing. Thats all I'm going to say really.... But once again. Power. In my veins. A few listens to this song and you'll find yourself having the strength of 1,000 men.
7. "Oh, now", "All I want is you" from Dig a Pony.
FIRST LYRIC... ITS LITERALLY 2 WORDS AND YET IT CONTINUES TO BLOW MY MIND. Something about the "Oh" ...... Its like an arrow passing through my heart I dont even know guys. Im not lying when I say it makes me feel like im floating. It makes me feel like i can quite literally grow wings and fling myself towards the sun. Dont even get me started on "All I want is you".......it literally triples the effect. It makes me go ballistic. The song is just mindless lyrics but the harmonieeesss.....
8. "Ah girlll.... *inhaeahelrlsseeesh* Girrll...." from Girl.
no words. Like. No words. I cant even. I seriously dont need to explain this one. Im just going to drop the isolated vocals version because if you havent listened to it you are MISSING OUT... you thought the originally recorded song was the greatest cause of your heart palpitations? Well you thought WRONG.
THIS IS.
youtube
9. "I love youwoowooowoowoooo...", "ask me WHYY..", "I can't believe.. Its happened to MEeee", "i cant concieve *doo doo doo do doo* of anymore *dun dun dun* MISERY" from Ask Me Why.
GOD OK LISTEN im just gonna say this now i absolutely adore and favor the please please me album so much i dont care what anyone says ok im such a sucker for their early sappy love songs ITS SO MANY GOOD HARMONIES ESPECIALLY FROM THIS ONE. MY GOD i listen to this and i feel like im with a lover late at night and we're like at one or the others house keeping each other warm and being all romantic and happy. Specifically the part that goes "ask me whyy I say i love you.. (OOOOHHHOOOO) and im always thinking of youuhoohohoo..." LIKE COME ON PLEAEE IT MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM INSIDE AND I SMILE IN AN INSTANT GOD I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. Whenever i think im sad i go "no im not because Please Please Me." And its like all the sudden everything im sad about just poof disappears!
10. "If theres anything that you want.. IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DOOOO" from From Me To You.
I am so in love with this song you guys i have no idea I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT HAS THIS LITTLE SWING TO IT SPECIFICALLY BETWEEN THESE 2 LINES THAT MY BRAIN SEEKS FOR NEARLY EVERY DAY. the amount of blessing i get from this song is more than i can comprehend its literally insane i cant even. How does someone do this how did the beatles make music guys I am seriously so dumbfounded like they just sat there and wrote banger after banger like WHAT. this song makes me believe that life isnt as horrible as it seems and if im lucky enough i can just sing and dance to this song for all of eternity. There are also so many other good harmonies in this one as well...
---
In conclusion the beatles have had a chokehold on me for 3 years but I mean their stupid groundbreaking songs keep drawing me back in so.... This has also made me come to the conclusion that the Beatles simply arent real because I still dont believe a band can not only write consistent hits, but also harmonize in a way that causes me to spin around while doing backflips.
Thank you for your time.
#these arent even all the songs..#i just didnt want this post to get too long 😭#perhaps in the future i'll reblog this one and continue with my list#if you read this whole thing#well#congrats!#and thank you!#i know im not the only one who feels this way though#theres absolutely no way#hello bee-ahtle community#beatles#the beatles#beatles songs
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
S’MOYSTER EPISODE! S’MOYSTER EPISODE!!
I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS OKAY YA’LL?! THERE IS A LOT TO PROCESS BUT LET’S START FROM THE BEGINNING
Yes Steven, please do remind us how you’re like a newly wed romantic couple that just goes to every country together for their dates (Fancy husbands au again guys??? 👀 )
Steven talking about he and Andrew share a bond that only the two of them have and just fuckkkkkk I’m sorry, but isn’t this something you almost write about when doing a soulmates au??? OR OR WHAT U SAY DURING WEDDING VOWS SOMEBODY STOP ME PLEASE sdbvjkbavdsk
AND THEN YOU ADD THIS LINE NEXT
THE BEST PARTNER I COULD HAVE EVER ASKED FOR GUYS STOP STOP MY HEART MY HEART
I CAN’T TAKE IT AHHHHHH
dfsvkjdsabkcmdslmadc
Steven , saying things that are close to soulmate quotes or wedding vows and then next I hear Andrew saying long and hard and my brain exploded
I am so fucking sorry but this was hilarious and i am crying and i can’t, i am just losing my mind with these two pls
Somebody please save me, i can;t handle this oh my god oh my god
STEVEN REALLY SOUNDED TENDER EARLIER AND ANDREW KEEPS MAKING LIKE INNUEDO BED SAYINGS I AM LOSING MY MIND AHHH
sadcbjksdancjknadscsa
I’m sorry Andrew, but even Steven looks like he is questioning your mind right this moment and I am fucking losing it
But Steven knows his bae so fucking well so he just takes it and asks how it’s spelled again, DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING QUESTION IT AHAHAHAHHAHA
NEVER GONNA GET OVER STEVEN’S FUCKING REACTIONS HERE GUYS NEVER AHHHHHHH cbdsajifhjadsk fuckkkk ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️
Andrew: polite and ethereal
Me: Are we still talking about the S’moyster or are you talking about Steven now????? lmaoooo
THIS EPISODE HAS EVERYTHING! GOOD ADVENTOROUS FOOD, DRAMA, TENDERNESS, GAYS, AND CATS! WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR!?
Steven knowing exactly what Andrew likes, loves, and appreciates and just fuckkkkk 🥺
It’s either Steven is HUGE BOYFRIEND MATERIAL or Steven just really KNOWS AND LOVES ANDREW THAT MUCH.
Willing to wager it’s both lolololololol ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️
U know, Andrew has some pretty dark thoughts that slip out every now and then, but I feel like we just don’t notice enough that STEVEN also has those pretty dark fucking thoughts lurking in the dark recesses of his mind lmaooo
also jfc Steven HANSEL AND GRETEL! XD Steven and Andrew finding a ginger bread house tho and having to escape certain death from a witch 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀
Why does this ep give u so many standrew au ideas??? lmaooo
I really love Steven having mental break downs in each episode, he will always have one whether he’s cooking or baking lol
Need to have pictures of both Wellington and Simba in this post ya’ll, this is not complete without them lol
More Simba content! I know this is supposed to be a standrew post but ya’ll can;t stop me from appreciating their cats sdbfjhasdkj
Yes Steven, we remember your oyster ep in Australia but also please keep telling us more how the two of you have grown together as people ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️
This scene just makes me think that it’s been so long since they’ve last held or been with each other physically that they’re both shy and trying really hard to contain themselves and just not fucking smooch on camera with everyone around them dsbfjasbkjd
Andrew SUBTLEY trying to tell Steven on camera that whatever the fuck he makes Andrew will love it and I am living for this fucking ship i am fucking crying, my crops are thriving, my skin is clear, and we are all in standrew heaven thank you
THIS IS SUCH A WORTH IT MOVE HOW DARE THEY DO THIS TO ME!?!?!? AHHHHH literally Andrew only appears one episode and all of a sudden Steven is doing so many censored things I am fucking crying
WHY IS HE ASKING FOR STEVEN’S PERMISSION TO OPEN HIS GOD DAMN EYES AHAHAHHAHA
No Andrew, actually you’re the only he served wine to here AND IT IS A FUCKING ROMANTIC BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND GESTURE HOW DARE bdshcbasdjbcfadsj ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️
This is date night, almost, Andrew pls, he’s trying to be subtle even with the cameras on lololololol
Andrew, this was a disgusting dish that Steven made edible, IT’S FUCKING AMAZING.
The entire ep just shocked me in general that he really made it so edible, ANDREW YOU GOTTA APPRECIATE UR BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND MORE, I EXPECT STEVEN TO GET MORE THAN A GOLD STAR REWARD LATER TONIGHT.
EDIT:
I ALMOST FORGOT TO ADD THIS LAST SCENE BECAUSE IT’S LIKE A FUCKING MARVEL ENDING CREDIT LMAO
guys please, just imagine, Steven saying faster, faster in the end but it’s in bedroom times with Andrew fuckkkkk yiiiisssss sdbjihasjkcnsak *gets knocked out*
need to record Steven’s voice here for fanfic inspirations lol
44 notes
·
View notes
Note
Woahwoahwoah, wait, you've really only been drawing for a few months?! Your work is so good though I genuinely had no idea???? It looks like you've been doing this for a few years at least!!
And you shouldn't worry about not doing lineart and just cleaning up sketches!! That's a valid way of drawing that I've seen tons of times!! I do it myself sometimes too because lineart is really boring lol
ahhhhhhh thank you friend!! ;; to hear that from someone who’s art i admire so much makes my heart explode ffdnsjfks;;
yeah, i actually began my drawing journey towards the end of april this year when things were kinda taking a poop because i had so much free time and i wanted to use it constructively. i’ve always admired people who could draw, so i finally said to myself, ‘i’m going to do this!’ and studied my butt off with videos, guides and tutorials. around july is when i made my very first digital piece with my ipad.. which was actually a drawing of huntsman! (and looking back on it now i can’t help but laugh and be happy at the same time with my improvement, lol.)
i think i have to thank my years of skills as a baker and decorator for how much i’ve been able to improve since then. i guess in a way it’s another type of art, like going from sculpting to drawing! running this blog with so many wonderful people supporting it has also given me the drive to keep learning and improving too but i still just.. can’t seem to get the hang of lineart... _(:3 」∠)_
so, for now i will continue to clean my sketches!
#thank you;;;#it feels like so much time has passed and yet..????#it's only been a few months like.. how!?!#alch!answers#zirkkun
16 notes
·
View notes
Note
(*the door is fixed, all is peaceful.* … *breaks through the wall like the fucking kool-aid man*) AHHHHHHH!!!! Ypv keeps a feather next to a picture?! How do you come up with this stuff???!!! You’re going to kill me with all these feels!
I could ask you the same question with your adorable ideas and scenarios 😤 makes my heart wanna explode
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
BLADES BLADES BLADES
(long rambling post about the finale ahead)
I simply have no words. @playchoices this book is FREAKING GOD-TIER and I LOVE IT SO MUCH and I don't say this lightly. I can honestly be singing praises to Blades until the end of my days. I fell in love with it at first sight but it was aging like a fine wine with every chapter and becoming even better. I really hope book 2 will be equally powerful and I believe in the writers and the team, they've got to deliver. I don't even mind for them taking the time, even though I will miss the book so much. It was my greatest quarantine joy and made the first half of my 2020. Here are my messy thoughts about the finale because I have finally found something new to nerd out about and Blades deserves all the love in the world.
First, the fight was epic. The Shadow Court lady was gorgeous, even though we had to end her. Nia the Dreadlord was SO ICONIC. The way she wanted to break through the darkness, how she controlled it, and her self-sacrifice. Speaking of which, I really regret not letting the timer run out, because, from the experience of Bloodbound, I knew there had to be something interesting, but I didn't have much time to think and kinda assumed that if you don't kill Nia she just kills herself or the Dreadlord does it or something. But I saw screenshots of everyone dying and... wow. It especially hit me how Tyril fought until the end, even when he was already stabbed - characters with that much inner passion and determination are my everything, and it was so sad and definitely how he didn't deserve to go. I'm kind of a sucker for dark endings that show "what could have been" and aren't actually canon or can be avoided (like in It Lives series), because they have a lot of depth and this alternate reality makes you really appreciate the times with your LI and friends.
The Nia art was AHHHHHHH. How come this book blessed me with such amazing, epic LIs and I'm supposed to choose between them??? I adore all of them, but I have a special soft spot for Nia and Tyril since their stories are truly god-tier. I romanced Nia from the very first chapter (and then Imtura a bit), but switched to Tyril recently, and I don't regret it one bit because he's amazing and incredible and I love him so much. But during these scenes where MC told Nia to resist darkness I was constantly thinking of how it would hit differently if I romanced Nia until the end, because I'm a MASSIVE SUCKER for tropes when someone's pure love breaks the spells or darkness in the other person. It kinda reminded me of the Bloodbound finale when the LI did it for us. I just have to replay one day and romance Nia, even though it will be sooo hard for me not to flirt with Tyril.
I knew the fandom would explode at the option of flirting with Aerin. I myself am not a huge fan of romancing him but I chose the seduction option anyway because I was curious, and it failed me because I didn't have history with him which cracked me up so much 😂 Then Kade punched him and it was truly something - you go, Kade! I wonder what consequences will it have in book 2, I was almost debating setting him free so we could see him again. He was a good villain. I also laughed at the "sack of potatoes" line.
MC with the Blade of Light was just... I FELT that writing. Like there was fire inside them. Like they were fire. Speaking of which, the writing in the finale was so, so good, I can't remember when it was that good for the last time. It was worth all the hiatuses.
THE SCENE WITH MEDALS GAVE ME SUCH A HUGE STAR WARS A NEW HOPE ENDING VIBE. I was so proud of the squad, they've come so far and reached a better understanding of themselves on a personal level.
I played a 30 diamond scene with Tyril and I'm speechless. I honestly don't know where I can ever find someone like him because he raises my relationship standards so highly. It was wonderful to go on a real date with him and have some relaxed fun as a couple. He said "my MC" and oh my freaking God that was awesome. Their romantic exchanges are always the best. They are cute, poetic, sincere and don't feel forced. There were so many indications of true love between them, and it's like PB wanted to feed us Tyril stans well today because the scene was simply neverending (I was playing it for such a long time, it seemed endless) and they just kept professing their love for each other and that's how you write satisfying, amazing diamond scenes that you don't regret buying and would buy all over again (take note, Witness). I'm a huge Damien Nazario stan and finally I found a LI with diamond scenes that are just as epic and emotionally charged as his. I feel like Tyril and MC's dynamics even remind me of Damien and MC's a little bit (and the two do have some similarities, but I'll probably make another post about it someday)
And the sex!!! I'm not a huge smut fan because I'm ace/demisexual and those things are not very relatable for me (that's also why books like The Nanny Affair are a bit cringe to me, just not my piece of cake), but I LOVE good sex scenes where the two characters have a strong emotional connection and genuine love for each other (totally a demisexual point of view). I was smiling and giggling like a little girl, especially when they were talking about making sounds and doing it in public (again, I somehow thought back to the Eiffel Tower scene with Damien/Dames and it made me laugh). And then he said those beautiful things like "you complete me" and ahhhh... Tyril loves us so much. We love him so much, too. MC just wants to be with him and assures that he grew as a person, even if he always doubts himself. It's true, he had the most amazing character development.
I will have to fully stick to romancing Nia on the next replay, I'm curious what her diamond scene was like. I have a feeling it's just as adorable and wholesome and has a lot of complexity. God, I really felt for a second like she's gonna die, PB gave me a scare as it did feel final and I was like "did they really just...?". I don't know much about other LI scenes but I heard Imtura's was cute (and you could shout "that's my orc girlfriend" which itself is great), and Mal wanted to open the orphanage and wow I'm so proud. On a related note, it's freaking great that they give all LIs similar scenes but don't copy-paste their dialogues like in some books, there are clear differences as they all have a unique distinctive personality. And, I forgot to mention that Threep and Loola are the best bat-kitties! (even though they wouldn't approve of this term)
I was on my second hour of playing that chapter (yeah, it was like, the longest one ever! Maybe it's because I was excitedly sharing screenshots with a friend and freaking out the whole time) when the book finally seemed to be coming to an end. I love how my MC fell asleep in Tyril's arms and then we had this nightmare that foreshadowed book 2. I'm glad they gave us a glimpse of what to expect (imagine if we didn't know it will have a sequel, plus the finale had a bit of a standalone feeling, and then boom! Surprise). I fully hope this book will have a book 2, book 3, and a Christmas special 😂 It's just so, so incredible, and this universe deserves expanding like no other.
I hope PB knows how we all collectively love it, and I also hope they'll learn from the success of Blades and will write more books where the funny banter and serious moments are balanced, the friendship group feels natural and like a family, the plots are breathtaking and the LIs are god-tier. It's obvious how much heart Andrew and the crew put into it, and I'll be patiently waiting for book 2, however long it takes. Hopefully, not too long, but like they said, masterpieces take time to create!
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Path: A Tale of Trick or Treating -Duke (10/15)
Sanders Sides: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Deceit, Remus Sanders Shorts: Remy (Sleep) Cartoon Therapy: Emile Picani Blurb: You’ve been trick or treating at the Sanders Side’s homes for as long as you can remember, but this year things get a bit more…complicated. Fic Type: Halloween, Adventure Chapter 10 Warnings: Duke, Corpses, Haunted House related scaring, blood, mangled body parts, Death Talk Author’s Note: This fic is told in Second Person.
Previous Houses: Remus(1) Patton(2) Emile(3) Remy(4) ???(5) Logan(6) Roman(7) Virgil(8) Diva(9)
NO NO NO NO!
You swore you’d never go back.
Surely you wouldn need to--you didn’t hav--you’d already grabbed the marbles from The Duke! You’d given them to Roman. That was what had started you on The Path in the first place! Surely that meant you wouldn’t have to revisit him for a terrorizing second time. Right? Right.
You had Roman’s Coin. You were good to go. You could skip this part. Yes. It would be fine. Just. Fine. You just needed to now find the pirate who had lost his golden coin and you could move on.
With that thought in mind you march purposely in the other direction in search of pirates as you leave the Diva’s brightly lit place.
Yet nine blocks and three turns later, you find yourself once again on the threshold of his domain, staring up the creepy long driveway that led to the Duke’s haunted porch because the stupid niggling question of What If wouldn’t leave your mind.
You hadn’t had the Diva’s token the first time around. What if...if giving the Juice to the Duke meant that he would give you something else you needed or even all the marbles in the skull? Maybe Roman’s chalice had to be completely full for the Path to even work right and--
You swallow, briefly closing your eyes, all too aware that you’re delaying the inevitable. Your curiosity is too strong.
Stomach twisting, you carefully stash your bucket of hard earned candy out of sight in the nearby bushes, but not before you pull out the chocolate coins Roman had given you.
You slip them into a different pocket from the gold dollar as you straighten, clutching the bottle of Apple Juice tightly to your chest so you wouldn’t accidentally drop it. “I got this.” You whisper as you take the first step into the Duke’s yard. If all else fails, you hope to use the fake coins as a distraction to give you time to get away.
Get in. Get out. You chant to yourself, doing your best to ignore the creeping shadows, shaking skeletons and shrieks far too close to your ear for comfort as you briskly walk up the driveway, steeling yourself to confront the headless bloody corpse once more.
“Want some candy?”
You shriek, nearly dropping the apple juice despite yourself as the Headless Corpse jumps from the bushes halfway up the driveway, grinning skull already glowing menacingly.
He cackles, lunging forward. “How about the JUICY STUFF?!” He roars, the eye on his shoulder spinning like crazy.
You scream again and instinctively fling yourself backwards to get away from the horror attacking you, only to stumble over your own feet and fall to the ground, tangling yourself in a display of skeletons in the process.
Trapped.
The corpse cackles, singing as he looms over you. “Mine. Mine. All Mine. For ever and ever.”
That’s it.
You’re dead.
Dead. Dead. DEAD!
You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut, holding the apple juice up in front of you as a feeble barrier against him.
The Duke is totally going to kill you. He’ll suck out your blood, eat your liver and make jelly from your brains and then leave your skeleton here among the rest as a warning to all other trick or trea---
“Is that…” A soft voice whispers. “Appley juice?”
You crack open an eye, peering up at the headless corpse, the demonic eyes of the skull muted to a mossy color as it stares at you.
“Yes.” You squeak out, certain your heart is gonna stop any second now. “F-for y-y-you.”
The Corpse sharply inhales, skull eyes flashing a bright green as he plops down cross legged in front of you, dropping the head into his lap as his bloody torso leans forward, hands outstretched. “Mine?”
Okay...maybe death isn’t quite so certain. Swallowing, you shakily push the bottle at him, flinching as your fingers brush his clammy ones. “Here.”
Greedily he takes it, unscrewing the lid in one quick motion and lifts it up to where his head should have been, pouring the liquid directly into the cavity of his torn throat.
You feel yourself pale further watching the sticky juice splash off the severed neck and dribble down the stump as a loud smacking sound is heard from within the Corpse’s chest.
“Now THAT’s-” The chest bulges like an alien is trying to claw its way out, and maybe that’s exactly what’s happening because a head, though very much human, alive, and familiar looking, explodes out of the center of the corpses chest. “the JUICY STUFF!” He exclaims with a huge grin, juice dripping from his mustache that looks cartoony enough you can’t tell if it’s real or badly glued on.
“Ah.” You eloquently respond because you can’t stop staring at the man. Roman had told you he had a brother, but he hadn’t exactly mentioned that they were freaking twins. With the exception of the stalker stache, The Duke looked exactly like Roman and you weren’t sure you liked it.
He claps his hands together, giggling to himself. “Ahhhhhhh? Ah. AHHHHHHHH! YES!!” The Duke grabs your wrist, somehow easily pulling you free from the tangle of skeleton bones before you can blink. “Come! Come!” Holding his skull under one arm the Duke practically drags you not to the front of the house, but around the side, away from any peering eyes.
He suddenly stops before you can gather your wits enough to fight and against him and you nearly fall into him as he whirls to you, the whites of his eyes practically glowing in the shadow of the house. “You know what Adam and Eve got when they fell?” The Duke asks, leaning in too close to you, his breath smelling like apples.
You gape at him, mind drawing a blank. “...Hurt?”
“Knowledge!” He holds the grinning skull high over his head and shakes it so that the remaining marbles inside rattle ominously. “But!” He spins in a circle. “You know what’s bad about knowledge?”
You fidget in place, wondering if you had actually died back with the skeletons because the Duke---was weird. Bad about knowledge? You’d always heard that knowledge was power and that power corrupts. “What?” You hesitantly ask, not sure you actually want to know the answer.
“It always comes with--” He suddenly stops spinning, and jabs a finger at you. “A price.” He smirks, rubbing his fingers together.
You frown, shaking your head. “But I gave you the apple juice!”
“And you stole my marbles!” He plops down on the grass in front of you with a soft wail as his head vanishes back into the torso of the corpse. “I’ve lost my mind!”
Was this guy for real? How could--“It’s not stealing if you offered!” You argue back. He had said to TAKE THEM.
“And I said to GIVE THEM BACK.” He roars, the demonic glow coming into the skulls eyes, its jaw seeming to twist into a grin as the Corpse shoots to his feet and lunges at you again.
You shriek, stumbling backwards. “But I don’t HAVE THEM!” Your voice rises in pitch as your back hits the wall of the house.
“GIVE!” The Duke cries as he advances, the eyeball on his shoulder spinning like a crazy top again. “GIVE!”
But you don’t HAVE them. Desperately you search your pockets, and pull out the handful of golden coins you’d grabbed for this kind of moment. “HERE! I BOUGHT THEM! HERE!” You screech over the Duke’s own yells, throwing the chocolate at the hole in his chest.
The corpse stumbles back a step at the onslaught of gold and the Duke suddenly pops his head out of the hole in the chest, one chocolate coin in his mouth. Slowly, staring you down, he pulls the coin fully into his mouth and eats it, foil and all.
You shakily inhale, glad he’s stopped yelling. “Does that work, Duke?” You say, proud that your voice hardly shakes.
If you ever get away from this guy, you definitely are never coming back.
Loudly he swallows, smacking his lips before he bares his teeth in a chocolate covered smile as the glowing eyes in the skull vanish, leaving black holes in their place. “TREASURE!!” He giggles and thrusts the skull into your chest. “You do have a good head on your shoulders. Have a second for double the trouble!”
You barely grab it before it tumbles to the ground, warmth tingling along the skull’s edges as you get a good hold on it.
Was that it?
Was that all?
He pulls out another coin that had made it into the hole in his chest and takes a bite, loudly chewing as he stares you down.
That had to be it. This had to be your opening. You had the marbles. That’s what you needed. Right? Right.
“Uh...Thanks, Duke.” You say nodding to him, edging along the side of the house.
He cocks his head, looking oddly childlike before he softly says. “Remus.”
You pause, momentarily distracted. “Remus?”
He nods, popping the rest of the coin into his mouth. “My name--will you bring more Appley Juice next year?”
Your eyebrows raise at the odd request. Surely the guy could buy his own Apple Juice from the store whenever he wanted to right?
“Will you not scare me next year?” You find yourself asking. Because there was no way you’d venture in here again otherwise. Not when you intended to finish this Path tonight.
He pouts, looking at the ground, using his foot to poke at a coin that had missed its mark when you’d thrown it. “A case of Appley Juice and I won’t.” He bargains looking up.
A case?!
There was no way you’d lug that much juice around while trick or treating! The Diva had only given you one--would he give you more or just stick with the one if you had to do this whole crazy path thing next year?
“Three bottles.” You offer. You could carry two if The Diva gave you the third.
His eyes brighten, the one on his shoulder swishing up and down. “Twelve!”
Remus really liked his apple juice apparently. “I’ll do Six...and you get one scream from me.” You reluctantly offer. You could handle the extra weight for a while and a little scaring. Maybe.
The Du--Remus claps his hands together cackling as he dances in place, the eye on his shoulder blinking rapidly. “DONE!” He spins away still dancing. “Appley juice appley juice all the juice juice JUICY STUFF!!” He sings.
You let out a breath, the tension in your shoulders fading as you hug the skull to your chest. Great you’d made a deal with a crazy man. You shake your head and turn to get the heck out of this place before the Duke did something else completely--
“As tangled as the vines may be.” Remus sings behind you, barely loud enough for you to hear.
You freeze nearly dropping the marbles as the words ring in your head like a gong. You whirl back to him. “What did you just say?” You demand, almost breathlessly. Those had been the words on Dr. Picani’s fortune. You were sure of it. But how did the Duke know what yours had said?!
Remus smirks, eyes glittering as he leans nonchalantly against the house, picking at the hole in his chest, but doesn’t repeat himself as the eye on his shoulder swivels to stare directly at you.
Another challenge?! Couldn’t the Duke just...well let you leave without throwing constant curveballs at you?
You lick your lips desperately trying to recall what the rest of fortune had said. It had been about---dragon--no Fire. About Flames--colored--”Rainbow flames--uh--” You hunch your shoulders, trying to think of how it went. It rhymed with be. What rhymed--”Rainbow flames will…” you lift your head, staring him down. “set you free.”
The eye flashes green then red before it closes. Remus bounces on his toes, nodding energetically. “Only if you properly feed the Beast!” He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a large bag of candy, tossing at you.
You nearly drop the skull as you try to catch it, feeling multiple smaller objects moving within the red plastic.
“Skittles?” You ask as the light from your bracelet catches the white lettering on the package.
He grins, giving you a wink. “Fit for a King, though not for my Brother.” He blows you a kiss, wiggling his fingers. “Give my regards to the Seer Saint!” Remus twirls like a ballerina before darting off into the darkness. “Ta Te Ta!”
On to the Next House Prince(11) Picani(12) Logic(13) Deceit(14) ???(15)
Taglist in Reblog.
#The Path: A Tale of Trick or Treating#stillebesat#Sanders Sides#Remus#Duke#corpse tw#blood tw#Haunted House tw#scary things related to haunted houses#scaring tw#mangled body parts tw#death talk tw#Halloween#Trick or Treat#2nd person pov
91 notes
·
View notes
Text
Little Sh!t
Wacky Drabble #10 That wasnt so hard, was it?
I've had this one in my stash for a while, thought I'd finally finish it up and use it for something.
Warning: PROFANITY
Drake, Liam, Riley and 5 yr old Nikolas.
1106 Words, just barely over the limit.
Wacky Drabblers: @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @burnsoslow @jessiembruno @jovialyouthmusic @dcbbw @brightpinkpeppercorn @katedrakeohd @sirbeepsalot @bobasheebaby @stopforamoment @romanticatheart-posts @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @pedudley @theroyalromancexx @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @emceesynonymroll
Permatags that arent listed above: @eileendannie @janezillow @ao719 @hopefulmoonobject
Riley crouched down to place a loving kiss on her sons cheek, "I'll be home soon....be a really good boy for Uncle Drake while I'm at this meeting okay?"
A wide grin with two front missing teeth is flashed and he hugs his mother tight, "I will mommy....I love my Uncle Drake".
Drake's big marshmallow heart melted upon that proclamation and he gripped his godson's shoulders, "I love you too kiddo".
Worried, Riley took Drake aside, "I just want to warn you....he spent the weekend with Leo and his boys and returned with some....shall we say.... colorful language and now likes to play tricks on everyone....so be careful Drake."
Drake chuckled, "Have we met Brooks?...I've been known to use some "colorful" language from time to time....I don't think it will be a problem".
Riley grimmaced back at him, "Its different when it comes to a five year old prince though....he actually told Madeleine to fuck herself yesterday.....damn it Leo".
Drake snorted loudly, "he's only saying what the rest of us want to, and besides, its probably the first fuck she's had in years".
Riley shrugged her shoulders in agreement, "I suppose, but after what he's done to Liam, we can't let our guard down".
"What he do to Liam?".
She looked at her son, playing innocently with his toy truck on the floor, shaking her head. "What hasn't he done....he's removed all the L's from his computers..he shaved one of his eyebrows during a nap...oh...oh..and the kicker was the super glue in his underwear yesterday, that was horrific".
Drake snickered, "I thought he looked a little pale yesterday.....Nik is just all boy, I wouldn't worry about it".
"Well, if you need me or Liam, text us".
He grabs both of her arms and gently glides her to the door, "It'll be fine, trust me....Nik and I are amigos".
After she leaves, Drake turns in time to see Nikolas bolt up the stairs and he follows after him curiously, "Hey, where ya going pal?".
He searched Nik's room, the guest rooms, the bathroom, and the hall closets, however, he could not find him anywhere.
Drake finally heard a buzzing sound from Liam and Riley's bedroom, so he opened the door, "Hey pal, you in here?"
A purple flash crosses in front of him and hits him square in the face.
"You're terminated fucker!", Nikolas yells as he jumps around in victory, highly proud of himself.
Drake rubs his sore nose and with a scowl looks down to see what Nik had thrown at him. His eyes widened as he realized what the purple vibrating object was, then noticed the boy had a larger, pink one still in his little hands. He ran his own hand along the back of his neck, "Ugh...buddy...where'd you get those?"
"In mommy's drawer.... they're light sabers dumbass, now prepare to die you scummy bastard!"
Nikolas charged full speed towards Drake with the pink one aimed directly at him. Once he was close enough, Drake grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him upon his shoulder, "Boy....I swear, I'll wear your little ass out...calm down and put those things....".
He wasn't even able to finish his sentance when Nikolas started jabbing it into the back of Drake's head causing him to lose his grip. Nik fell to the floor and immediately took off again, not even phased.
"That little shit", Drake groaned before running out of the room to find him.
Drake walked downstairs and saw him sitting on the couch watching cartoons. He was hesitant to approach him at first, but, Nik seemed to be more relaxed, so Drake sat on the other end of the couch.
The boy sat quietly watching his show, Drake eyeing him the entire time. After several minutes, Nik jumped up suddenly, causing Drake to duck for cover. "Uncle Drake, can you make me some hot chocolate, PLEASE", he asked with pleading eyes.
With that kind of look, Drake couldn't say no to him as he relaxed from his hypervigilent state. They both walked into the kitchen and Drake prepared the ingredients as Nik watched keenly at his side. When it was finished, Drake poured two mugs full and topped them off with marshmallows.
Drake handed a mug to Nikolas, cautioning him to be careful. Nikolas sneered at it, "I WANT SPRINKLES!!! I WANT SPRINKLES!!", he yelled.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!", Drake yelled back at him in frustration as he slammed open cabinet doors looking for sprinkles. "Fuck your damn sprinkles!"
While he was searching, Nikolas pulled a laxative from his pocket, unwrapped it and placed it in Drake's mug.
Drake finally found the sprinkles and went to pour them in Nik's drink, but, the child covered his mug and smiled back, "Nevermind". Taking his drink and sitting at the table.
Drake mumbled several obsenities under his breath and contemplated what the consequences of treason against the crown prince entailed. He was afraid to sit next to Nik so he stood at the counter, sipping his drink, wondering why Nikolas was smiling so brightly at him. I bet that little shit is plotting my murder right now.
Several minutes passed and both had finished off their hot chocolate. Nikolas's blue eyes glistening with uncontainable anticipation that gave Drake an uneasy feeling in his stomach. In fact, the growl and rumbles were becoming more and more unsettling, as he washed both of their mugs and put them away.
Drake clutched his stomach as he felt his face warm and flush. He gulped loudly when his lower intestines started to gurgle wildly, taking off for the nearest bathroom.
He sat down and let go, suddenly realizing everything is not as it seems. He opened his legs and looked between them, there was clear wrap over the toilet. As he tried to get up, he found himself stuck, as well.
"NIKOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!".
Nik innocently opened the bathroom door, cell phone in hand, live streaming to Liam's official facebook page.
He waves at the camera, "Hello everyone, I'm the Prince of Condomonia", he flips the camera around to show Drake sitting on toilet, "...and this is my Uncle, Drake Walker taking a shit", he giggles.
The Royal Council was in the middle of their meeting, when several phones start buzzing one after the other. Each member, including Liam and Riley taking a nonchalant peak, to appear as if they were still interested in Godfrey's ramblings.
The CBC was now broadcasting the live stream coming from the King's Facebook page.
Liam and Riley watched in horror as a shot of Drake sitting on the toilet, wiggling furiously to unloosen himself, cursing words they had never heard of before, was shown. Their young son singing in the background...
"....when you're running from the police and you feel that anal grease...diarrhea...diarrhea!..."
Maxwell sits up excitedly, "Hey, I taught him that, and he's getting all the words right this time".
Liam and Riley dashed from the meeting room and headed for their quarters; Liam running a little slower, due to the burning, raw feeling still in his balls from the super glue incident.
"...when you're sitting on the commode and your butt starts to explode...diarrhea...diarrhea".
Liam snatches up his son's cell phone, live stream still going. He looks in the camera with a stoic face and using his Kingly voice, "Diarrhea is the number one killer of men in Southeast Cordonia....please remember to take your vitamins everyday and eat plenty of fiber. This has been a message from you monarch...good day".
Due to the fierce rage in Drake's eyes and the incessant use of the word fuck, Riley picked up Nikolas, who was now crying, and carried him away to safety.
Liam inched closer to Drake, holding his hands defensively in front of him, "Easy there buddy....Im not gonna hurt you".
Drake was seething and almost appeared manic, "Liam", he whispered with a growl.
Liam decided to take a small step back to give Drake some breathing room and to avoid any sneaky, killer moves Drake could manage with his hands. Speaking softly to him "Drake...my best friend since we were kids....can you use your inside voice to tell me what happened?"
"My inside voice?", Drake grinned back at him. "My.... inside voice?", he said a little louder. "Come a little closer Liam, so you can hear me using my inside voice while I tell you how I'm going to cut your sons nuts off and feed them to the fucking corgi's".
Liam gasped out at hearing his precious son threatened in such a manner. He stood taller and straightened his suit jacket, "I see we have reached an impass....I will have Bastien get you loosened from the toilet once you can assure me you won't hurt Nikolas and call housekeeping to clean this mess up.....and Drake, I'm truly sorry for your unfortunate situation at the hands of my child".
Drake continued to wiggle, getting more and more of himself loosened by the minute.
Liam called Bastien who arrived shortly after, more for security reasons than to help Drake. Bastien helped Drake break free while keeping his tranquilizer gun close by in case he became beligerant....well, more than be already was.
Drake washed up and exited the bathroom, then walked into the living room where Liam, Riley and Nikolas were huddled on the couch. Nik was still crying and Liam was trying to shield him from a sudden, sneak attack.
Riley stood to face him in concer , "Drake, Im so sorry, are you okay".
Drake nodded his head calmly, "I'm fine...just please tell me you are going to beat his ass though".
Liam covered Nikolas' ears, "Drake!! we use positive consequences in this house, we don't believe in corporal punishment...Dr. Spock says..".
"Fuck Dr. Spock.... I believe in an eye for an eye and since my ass hurts right now, I want that little shit's ass blistered".
Riley placed both hands on Drake's chest, easing him back. She turned to Nikolas and tried to pull him away from Liam's protective grip, "He's going to apologize and then we will discuss a proper punishment later".
Liam relunctantly let go as Riley led her son up to Drake, telling him to apologize for his behavior.
Drake didn't want an apology, he wanted death, however, one look at Nikolas and his tears of fear, broke his heart. He leaned down and picked Nik up in his arms, consoling him, "It's okay little pal, its all over".
Nik continued to sniffle, hugging Drake tightly, "I'm so sorry Uncle Drake....I love you".
"I love you too Nikolas"
Riley smiled at them both, " See, that wasn't so hard, was it?".
Drake left the quarters and headed to his room. He was exhausted, sore, and a little worse for wear, but, decided to let it go.
He opened his cabinet and pulled out a whiskey bottle, opting to drink straight from it. He took one sip and spit it out immediately, "What the hell....this tastes like....piss?". He noticed tiny finger prints and smudges on the cabinet glass and it finally struck him what happened, "That little shit!"
#liam x mc#the royal heir#the royal romance#drake walker#trr fanfic#the royal romance fanfic#choices fanfic#choices fanfiction#choices trr#trh fanfic#choices trh#trh liam#trh#riley brooks#wackydrabbles
106 notes
·
View notes