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New Leokumi content in the lords year of 2024?? It's more likely than you think! (x)
#I gotta say its been so so nice to go back to something I was passionate about as a teen#its hard to describe#a sense of coming home almost#'Hey I know you and hey I can see my younger self in the way I react to this and that'#fates? People would stone you if you said you liked that thing ten years back#now im an adult and I write 160k words about leokumi#idk dude#being an adult is difficult but being unapologetic and knowing you have every right to do so is just so cathartic#Hah never thought id go back to fates one day and be nostalgic would you look at that#im glad im alive actually#leokumi#fire emblem#fe#fire emblem takumi#fire emblem leo#fire emblem fates#fire emblem if#fire emblem fanfiction#fire emblem camilla#look she deserves the tag FEH loves her for her#Personality#my art
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I’m sorry your probably still up, I’m sorry you’re probably suffering and scared right now, but thank you for posting. Thank you for not giving into doom. Thank you for putting a little more love and hope and reminders to hold onto your community and survive into the world right now. I really appreciate it as someone who can’t sleep tonight. I hope you rest well and survive, even if it is mother fucking impossible thrive in these conditions. Sending you a guttural field to scream in together rn.
This is a very sweet message, thank you for sending it. And I hope you’re also able to find some peace tonight. Admittedly, I think I’m doing significantly better than many people right now, and to some extent I’m only as calm as I am right now because I very intentionally stayed out of the mire for most of the day. Instead, I read some stories that made me smile, and doodled some of the remaining fall colors, and later took a walk while the first snow of the season was falling, beautiful massive flakes coating the trees. I’m looking forward to drinking some warm beverages tomorrow while the snow keeps falling and getting to talk to my therapist. A blue jay came to my bird feeder this morning for the first time in a while, and perhaps tomorrow they will come again.
A couple hours ago I got the chance to video call a beloved friend who I haven’t talked to in a while, and it was really grounding to just catch up with someone I care about in the midst of all this. No better time to phone a friend and share the burden than the middle of a sleepless night.
I’ve spent a lot of time recently appreciating the resilience of my local riparian ecosystem. I live in the suburbs, but even in the middle of this heavily human altered environment, life still flourishes. Just this year I’ve seen owls and muskrats and turtles and cranes and raccoons and hawks and a very adorable juvenile skunk. I think when the storm is gone I will once again go out to pick up trash around the creek and do my part to help this little ecosystem thrive.
I think for anyone who is struggling right now or tomorrow or any of the days after, the best thing to do always, is to find someone to help. Yesterday (or the day before yesterday at this point I suppose), I helped one of my neighbors get through the aftermath of a domestic violence incident and find somewhere safe for her and her kid to go. Being able to provide support for someone who needed it in such a tangible way was really nice, and I know I can always look forward to finding more opportunities to help the people around me.
That’s what’s most important right now, I think. Helping your neighbors whenever you can, holding space with your loved ones to cry and laugh together, and doing something practical and tangible like cleaning up the trash by a creek.
#this turned into a meditative little almost prose poem so thanks for the opportunity to do some cathartic 3am writing#Caitie answers#us politics
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From Now Until The End
Summary: After being away from you as part of his job with the New Republic, your partner Din surprises you with a trip to the Boonta Eve Classic on Tatooine to make up for it. But instead of the fun-filled day he had planned, you are overwhelmed by the many sights, sounds and noises. It leads you to finally share a part of yourself with Din that you had been hiding from him until now.
Rating: General Content Warnings: Descriptions of panic attacks/sensory overload. Word Count: 5446 Link to read on AO3 // Din x ND reader series
Authors note: After my post a few days ago about finding comfort in Din as a neurodivergent person provoked so many thoughful discussions, this fic just sort of landed in my lap today and I was not one to fight the muse. I really hope you enjoy it!
For the first part of your life, you had believed you were somehow cursed, such was the way bad luck was drawn to you like a womp rat to the sands of Tatooine. How did everything seem so simple for others when nothing ever seemed to go right for you? Had you missed out on some kind of crucial meeting that taught everyone else to be a functional human? Or were you just fundamentally broken? Getting a diagnosis of autism thanks to a knowledgeable healer that you had encountered quite by accident, had finally answered some questions for you and helped you to navigate the galaxy in a different way, allowing yourself far more grace and compassion than you ever had before. But it didn’t make all of your problems instantly vanish.
But your fortunes had changed forever on that fateful day when you had first encountered a man hunting imperial remnants for the New Republic in the course of your work in a Cantina, a job you loathed. He had strode in, seeking information that you had been happy to give him.
You were stunned when he had tried to give you some credits for it, it was just the right thing to do. You had always had a strong sense of justice. Sure, your boss probably wouldn’t be too happy if he had caught you fraternising with customers and conspiring to capture Imps with a Mandalorian, rather than doing your job. Which was, to pour flagons of spotchka and keep the peace. But the man in the shiny Beskar had been the first person in a while who had actually treated you like a fellow human being, rather than something to be leered at and ogled while you brought them more alcohol. You felt instantly at ease with him, the conversation flowing from your lips so naturally that you forgot he was a stranger. And you were usually so wary of strangers. To be as open as you were with him so quickly, it was clear that there was something special about this man.
People were usually wary of Mandalorians, they were still such a rarity in the galaxy after The Great Purge. But you realised after just a few minutes of talking to him, that there was something incredibly comforting and warm about the man beneath the armour. When he had left, you had felt so devastated it was almost pathetic. Of course he had left, he was only here in this backwater hellhole for a job, after all. It had been difficult to complete your shift without dissolving into sobs, you felt irritated and on the verge of a meltdown but if you were to try to explain it to anyone, even if you could find the words, it would not make any sense. A stranger had made you feel happier than you had in a long time? How was that normal?
Waking yourself up for your shift the following morning and dragging yourself into to face the most wretched hive of scum and villainy in the galaxy at your place of work had been one of the toughest things you had ever had to do. You loathed that cantina, that was situated right next to the starport on the formerly-Imperial planet in the mid rim. People were fleeting, passing through. It was seedy. There were secrets to be traded in and you knew if you weren't careful, you could pay with your life. But you had to keep going. The boss had taken you in and supported you when you were down on your luck. There was no alternative.
But the moment when you had caught the familiar glint of that shiny Beskar out of the corner of your eye as you were cleaning glasses had changed everything. At that moment, when Din had strode back into the cantina with that confident gait that you loved so much, it was as though all the misfortune you had endured had meant something. All the suffering you had experienced in your life was all being made up for now, when Din had returned and saved you from a monotonous life on that dead-end planet, working in a job you loathed with a hellish boss. You had left that day and never looked back.
Crossing paths with Din Djarin had been, without a doubt, the most fortunate thing that had ever happened to you. Although you had still been wary of his intimidating presence at first, despite how quickly you felt at ease with him; you had come to learn that despite his hulking, armoured form, there was a heart of gold beneath that cold, hard Beskar. As your relationship had gotten more serious and the two of you had grown closer and closer, your guilt at hiding such a big part of yourself had increased. There was not an easy way to tell people that you were autistic, you had discovered that over and over since you had received your diagnosis. There were often painful consequences once others discovered that there was a hint of difference. You knew it was foolish to think that with Din, he had proven to you time and time again to be a patient, understanding man. Not least because of how he treated you, but also because of how sweet he was to his son, Grogu.
Surprisingly, perhaps because he had spent the first part of your relationship hiding his face from you behind his helmet, you had not felt the need to mask as much as you usually did. There was no pressure to make eye contact and Din was so quiet that small talk was not an issue. He was direct, a man of few words. When he did speak, it was straight to the point. Something that you found immensely comforting from the moment you met him.
You had not wanted to burden him with the secret you were hiding from him though. At first, you had not thought it was important to bring up. People usually ran away or treated you differently. In the past, your honesty had been met with rejection or unkindness. Your heart ached to think of the same thing happening with Din.
But unfortunately, hiding that part of you was no longer an option. As you sat there, cowering in a cave that you had found away from all the noise that was characteristic of the Boonta Eve Classic, you wondered how on earth you were going to explain it to Din. This wasn’t how you wanted it to happen. You wanted to drop it in conversation, nonchalantly, as though it wasn’t a big deal – because why should it be? Instead, your hand had rather been forced by how upset the accumulation of events that happened to you throughout the day had left you.
Din had taken a lot of jobs recently and the two of you had spent a considerable amount of time apart. But you didn’t spend your days alone, pining for him; he had secured a job for you with his friend, High Magistrate Greef Karga on the planet where you shared a cabin with him and Grogu. It was a beautiful tract of land, just past the lava flats. You felt extremely grateful that Din had wanted to invite you into the quiet life he had built for himself Grogu. So while Din was away, you had found yourself working in the Nevarrian archives and making sure everything was up to date and in order. For a detail-orientated person who loved order, it was a perfect job for you. Even better, it came with minimal human interaction, a parsec away both literally and metaphorically from that hateful Cantina. What’s more, you had an incredibly good-natured – not to mention handsome – man for a partner and his charming son, whom you had quickly come to adore. With those big brown eyes and ears that could melt your heart when they drooped downwards, there was no way you could do anything other than love Grogu.
But with so much time apart recently, Din had wanted to do something special to make it up to you. He had arranged to take you to the Boonta Eve Classic, an infamous event the entire galaxy over which took place annually on Tatooine. He had a friend who could babysit Grogu and it would be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to spend some quality time together. Din had told you about the time he had visited Tatooine on the day of it a couple of cycles ago but was unable to stay due to commitments elsewhere. You could see how excited he was to finally experience Boonta Eve and you would be lying if you weren’t excited too. It was definitely something on your bucket list, that you had wanted to experience for a while. You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little daunted by it though, all the noise and people were sure to push you out of your comfort zone.
The heat of Tatooine was the first thing that stood out to you. Nevarro could be hot, but this was something else. It was repressive; you sweated just standing still. You wished you had dressed in something lighter, some cotton perhaps, rather than the shirt that seemed to cling to you. The bright, harsh light of the twin suns was also making your head buzz. You had felt a little shaky as you and Din climbed off the ship that had brought you here and headed for the hangar to meet Din’s friend who would take care of Grogu.
Din had introduced you to a few of his acquaintances since the two of you had gotten together and usually, you could understand why they were friends. You were about to meet the exception to that rule, though, in the form of a curly-haired, eccentric mechanic called Peli Motto. You had barely had a chance to catch your breath on this planet, which seemed determined to boil you to death, when you entered the hangar and met perhaps the most extroverted woman you had ever met in your entire life.
When you walked in, she had been conversing with some Jawas, her brown curly hair bobbing up and down furiously. Your understanding of the language was minimal at best, but it seemed to be a pretty heated discussion. Din shifted awkwardly next to you, Grogu in his arms. He cleared his throat and at once she spun around.
“Mando!” Peli exclaimed, throwing her arms up in delight. “Good to see ya, always a pleasure!”
“You too.” Din nodded in response.
“No ship today?” Peli asked, with a shrug. “Shame, I would’ve given her the ol’ once over for ya. For a good price, of course.”
“No, there wasn’t enough room. I’m here with my partner, you see.” Din said, nodding towards you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back to show that you were, in fact, an item.
“Well look at you! Isn’t Mando punching above his weight? You’re stunning.” Peli said with a grin, her hands coming to rest on her toolbelt. Although, judging by the amount of droids she employed, it didn’t look as though she did much work herself. “You know, if things don’t work out between the two of you, you give me a call. Alright?”
“Uh… alright?” You laughed apprehensively, taken aback by how brazen she was.
Din sensed your unease and swiftly moved the conversation on, removing his hand from your back and taking a few steps towards Peli, handing Grogu to her. Grogu cooed at being passed to the woman, who greeted him enthusiastically. You just stood there awkwardly, your arms felt heavy and you suddenly felt incredibly out of place, even though you were with your boys. You just wanted to leave this place behind and finally spend some quality time with Din. That was the entire point of your trip, after all.
After Din had reminded Grogu several times to mind his manners and not eat all of Peli’s food, the two of you left the hangar behind and walked hand-in-hand as you made your way towards the area where the Boonta Eve Classic was taking place. Din had splurged on grandstand seats for the two of you and, although you had expected it would be busy, as you got closer and closer, you were blown away by the capacity of the main stand. It seemed as though it could hold hundreds of thousands of people. Din must have sensed your unease since the whole interaction with Peli, as he checked in with you.
“You okay?” Din asked, looking at you. But all that greeted you was the harsh blackness of his visor, rather than the warm, comforting brown eyes that you loved so much. “Sorry about Peli, I should’ve given you a heads-up. She’s completely harmless, but I know she can be a lot, sometimes.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s okay.” You laughed nervously. “It’s just a lot busier than I was expecting.”
“It’s Boonta Eve!” Din shook his head as though it should be obvious, which only made you feel worse, somehow. “Biggest event of the year. There are a lot of people, though.”
“Yeah.” You said quietly.
“Let’s get some food. It was a long journey, you must be hungry.” Din said as he pointed towards a stall with a considerable throng of people surrounding it. “Look, I think those stalls sell Bantha cheese hoagies, We can get a refreshing glass of blue milk too.”
“Okay.” You agreed. It was true, you would probably feel better with some proper food in your system. It had taken the better part of a day to travel here from Nevarro, on one of the ships that had been specially chartered to take people to the event.
But the food had not helped. Nor had been crammed onto the bleachers alongside thousands of others without the comfort of Din’s face to ground you. Every time you looked at him, you were met with the unmoving gaze of his helmet, rather than his warm brown eyes that you loved so much. You had tried to maintain your composure throughout the afternoon through the many races and into the evenings, Din seemed to be enjoying himself and you didn’t want to ruin that from him. Much less could you even begin to get into why you were so upset, why you were struggling so much. He probably wouldn’t understand, he’d think you were strange. So you resolved to keep it together. It would all be over soon. You shut your eyes and took deep breaths as the final race began, knowing that you just had to make it through a few more minutes before you and Din would head back to the lodgings he had booked for the night – at great personal expense, if you had to guess.
But when the pod races had ended, after much cheering and ear-splittingly loud commentary coming from the speakers, there had been no reprieve. Instead, a fireworks display had started up, replacing one loud noise with another. If there was one thing you abhorred, it was sudden loud noises. They made you physically jump, completely terrifying you. It had been the thing that had tipped you over the edge into meltdown territory. You were trying your best to keep it together, to at least make it somewhere more private before you came apart. So you abruptly stood up, clapping your hands to your ears.
“Din… I need to leave.” You managed to squeak out before you were pushing your way along the row of bleachers and hurtling down the steps to somewhere quieter.
As you reached the bottom of the grandstand, your mind raced. Where could you go? You were somewhere completely alien to you. Plus, when you had made your way here, everything had been light. But now the suns had set and darkness had crept in. You were grateful that the harsh sun was no longer beating down furiously on you, but the lack of light disorientated you. Your vision started to blur as the tears began to fall, you were trembling, twisting your head furiously in desperate search of somewhere quiet you could get some privacy as you broke into pieces.
Mercifully, behind one of the vendors that were beginning to pack their wares up for the night, was an entrance to a cave. It was the perfect place for you to get some quiet away from the fireworks, which were still exploding all around you. Without a second thought – for your safety, for Din’s whereabouts – you darted inside the cave and found some peace. You sat there, arms around your knees, rocking back and forth as the meltdown that you had felt building pace for hours was finally crashing down with all its might on top of you.
The sound of footsteps outside the cave did nothing to reach you, such was the distress you found yourself in. It could have been anyone with nefarious intentions, you weren’t in a position to care. You weren’t in a position to take anything in, really. But, mercifully, it was the familiar sight of the Mandalorian who owned your heart. Din had found you; of course, he had, he was not once known as the best bounty hunter in the parsec for no reason.
“Cyar’ika? What’s wrong?” Din asked, voice full of concern as he closed the distance towards you.
He took a seat on the cold, firm floor of the cave in front of where you were currently sitting in a state of distress, unreachable as you felt the world was ending.
“What happened?” Din asked, again. But his voice sounded slightly different this time and, as you opened your eyes and looked at him through your tears, you realised why. You could finally see the face of the man that you loved so much, the face you had been aching to see all day.
“Di- Din?” You sniffled. You respected his devotion to the Creed entirely – although he had chosen to walk a different path to the Way he was raised, he still only removed his helmet around you and Grogu.
“I’m here, cyar’ika. I’m not leaving you.” Din said, reaching out to pat your knee awkwardly, clearly scared that he was going to upset you more.
You took some deep breaths, attempting to compose yourself so you could speak to him and let him know the truth, about what had caused your sudden loss of composure and subsequent meltdown. To an outsider, you knew they looked inexplicable but inside your head, they made complete sense.
“Was it something I did? Was it the fireworks?” Din questioned, although the cave was almost entirely in darkness, you could still see the concern on his face. “I’m so sorry, I thought you knew they were part of Boonta Eve.”
“I didn’t…” You struggled for breath, “...know.”
“I’m so sorry. Were they too loud? Din asked you, you were grateful that he was keeping it to questions that could be answered with a yes or no. They were far easier to reply to in your current state.
“Yes.” You nodded your head furiously.
“Okay, okay. I think I get it.” Din said, continuing to stroke your knee gingerly. The warm pressure and presence of his hand was a welcome addition. It soothed you, rather than repulsed you as could sometimes happen when you were in a state of meltdown. “Take your time, get your breath back.”
You weren’t sure for how many minutes you sat there, trying to compose yourself so you could speak to Din and let him in. Let him know what had caused your distress. You knew what it was, but this could change everything. For a second, that made you cry harder. But then you comforted yourself with all the times Din had been understanding before, when you had returned from work upset or when he had been kind and patient to Grogu, the little boy with an immense gift.
Eventually, though, you were composed enough to initiate a conversation with the man who was so concerned about you, who you knew wanted to help you and understand what had upset you so much. You couldn’t bear the thought of him believing that it was his fault, if nothing else, you had to let him know that there was nothing he could have done to prevent this.
“Sorry for running off.” You said sincerely, struggling to meet Din’s gaze as you sat there in the cave together. “It wasn’t your fault, Din.”
“Do you want to talk about what caused it, now?” Din asked. “No pressure to but if I know, perhaps I can help you in future.”
You could have launched into a detailed history of your life, about how you knew from an early age that you were different. That, despite your human parents, you had repeatedly questioned whether you were, in fact, an alien who had been adopted, somehow. How things had not made sense until the day that healer looked into your eyes and told you those words: You are autistic. The way, even after that, things still did not make sense. How you thought that logically, having a diagnosis should make things easier to understand, that often you felt as though you understood yourself even less now.
But you didn’t. You could tell Din those things another time. For now, there was only one thing that Din needed to know. You closed your eyes and uttered the three words that could change everything for you, that could rip this man and the life you were building together away from you:
“Din… I’m autistic.” You said, shutting your eyes as though you were anticipating some kind of violence in response to the admission of your diagnosis.
When you opened them, though, there was no pain to be rained down on you. Only love and acceptance. Before you, the man you had grown so close to sat there cross-legged, his warm brown eyes widened in shock, as he nodded slowly in understanding.
“Okay,” Din said with another firm nod, making sure that he was looking directly at you. “What can I do to help you?”
“You’ve been so understanding and accepting of me already. I just sometimes struggle to put into words how I’m feeling. It’s as though I don’t know how bad I’m feeling until I’m reduced to a blubbering mess, like just know.” You admitted. “That’s why, eventually, things were too much and I just ran off.”
“What caused it today?” Din asked, curiously. You saw no trace of judgement or a desire to pry in those eyes.
“Well, I tend to struggle with social situations, meeting new people and new environments. And also, sensory overload, when things are too bright and noisy… it makes me panic.” You admitted, fiddling nervously with the hem of the shirt that you had dressed in that had failed miserably at keeping you cool. “It was just… everything today. And I didn’t know how to say it or make you aware because you didn’t know and you might think I was ungrateful. I know how much you were looking forward to this, how much you spent on giving me the best experience. I wanted to have a good time but I just… I couldn’t…”
“Oh, cyar’ika. I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve been struggling. I can see how a busy, noisy pod race with all the sounds and people would be awful for you. Plus the fireworks display you had no idea about… Boonta Eve was probably not the best place to bring you. Nor was it wise to introduce you to someone new, especially someone as loud as Peli.” Din said, shaking his head although he was upset for himself. “And all that, somewhere unfamiliar… on a planet you’ve never been to. It’s amazing, really, that you coped as well as you did, for so long today. I'm proud of you.”
“Thank you, Din. But please don’t feel bad, you didn’t know. I should’ve told you sooner… but I was scared to.” You admitted sheepishly.
“Scared?” Din questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“I just….” You took a deep breath. It was difficult for you to talk about the unfortunate reactions you had been exposed to in the past. “There have been plenty of people who have not accepted my diagnosis, told me I didn’t look autistic or that it can’t be that bad. People just… they don’t understand. I was scared you’d think I was weird, that you wouldn’t love me anymore.”
“Oh, cyar’ika.” Din said, shuffling to sit next to you so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder and bring you into him protectively. “I would never think that of you. I can’t imagine how much it would hurt to feel so misunderstood and struggle with so many things that others find easy. I must admit, I don’t always notice lights and noises like others do, behind my helmet. It sort of creates a barrier between me and the rest of the galaxy. If I had to face the world in the same way you do, bearing my face… I would probably struggle too.”
“You would?” You questioned in amazement. Usually, you doubted how much people could understand, but with Din, there was utter sincerity there. He was noble and always true to his word, sometimes to the point of putting himself in precarious positions, you did not doubt him for a second.
“I would,” Din nodded. “Plus, as for the weird thing. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but when you met me I told you I was part of a Creed that meant I could never show you my face. Not only that, but I had adopted a son who was older than me. So, you know, I’m also surprised you didn’t leave me. I’m not exactly the most normal person in the galaxy.”
You laughed at that, so hard that your sides were hurting. Din soon joined you and the cave was soon filled with something other than tortured sobs. It was a welcome change for your body to be hurting rather than something other than pain and terror, for there to be warmth spreading once again in your chest.
“Good point,” You admitted. “You are pretty weird.”
“But seriously, if you ever feel yourself struggling like that again, please tell me,” Din said, suddenly looking at you seriously. “You know, if there’s anything I can do, I’ll help you. Now that I know, I can look for things that might cause you distress. I promise I’ll never put you through anything you don’t want to do. You said that today must have cost a lot and that’s true, but you know credits don’t matter as much as you do. Your happiness is my only priority… along with Grogu’s, of course.”
“Thank you, Din.” You whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
The truth was, you would never be able to thank him with words. To have someone so understanding of you… it was a debt you felt that you would never be able to repay. But Din would never ask you to repay anything.
“Just continue being yourself, cyar’ika.” Din said, squeezing you to him. “I fell in love with you because you are who you are, this changes nothing. In fact, it makes me admire you and love you even more.”
"Really?" You asked.
"Really. From now until the end... I'm by your side." Din said, solemnly.
You sat there stunned, letting his words wash over you. They were a balm to your soul, the exact thing you needed to hear. You wondered how you had ever doubted Din's faithfulness and honourability. It seemed stupid now, that you could ever believe this man would want nothing but your absolute happiness.
"Ready to head to the lodgings?" Din asked after a few more minutes had passed.
"Let's go." You nodded, accepting Din's hand as he pulled you to your feet.
As you made your way to the lodgings Din had arranged for you that night, your hand in his, you felt as though an incredible weight had been lifted from your shoulders. He had finally learnt the truth about you and the reasons why you struggled sometimes, there was nothing to hide anymore. And he had not responded with judgement or dismissiveness, nor had he doubted how much you had struggled. He had listened, allowed you to explain and vowed to help you through it in the future.
Din's helmet was back on now, but you felt a new respect for him. To know that he found it comforting, that he liked wearing it... most people would think it was an intense personal sacrifice to wear something so restrictive, but now that you knew that Din actually found solace in his helmet, with its tinted visor and the way it made noises quieter… perhaps you would think about the steps it took to become Mandalorian.
But all those questions could be answered later. For now, it was just you and the man you loved most in the galaxy, a man who knew everything about you and still loved you as much as he had before.
You weren’t sure what you had ever done to deserve such a kind, good man... but you weren’t about to question the way the galaxy had brought you together. You were just happy that your paths had crossed at all.
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A few days later, back at your cabin on Nevarro, you awoke in the middle of the night to find that the side of the cot normally occupied by your favourite Mandalorian was empty. You momentarily panicked when you sat up with a start and saw that Din was nowhere to be found. You placed your hand on the sheets on his side of the cot and discovered they were still faintly warm. He couldn’t have gone far. Perhaps he was with Grogu, the little boy might have had a nightmare. But as you made your way into the hallway of the small cabin, you noticed a faint light coming from the main living area of the cabin.
As you crept down the corridor, not wanting to disturb Din, you noticed that he was sitting at the small desk in the living area. Illuminated by the warm glow of the lamp, you could see his curly dark hair resting on the desk. You worried for a moment until you heard the comfortingly familiar sound of his shallow, even breaths which indicated that he had fallen asleep. As you looked even closer, you noticed that there was something open on the desk. Your curiosity got the better of you as you wandered over there to see what he had been up to before he had fallen asleep with a lamp still on. A lamp that you turned off and shut the book that was sitting just above his hand, his hand resting next to it. And then you noticed the golden writing on the red cover and your heart skipped a beat.
It read, in Aurebesh: How to Support Your Autistic Loved One
You felt a lump in your throat and tears pool in your eyes. Before you could react further, Din stirred. The sound of the book shutting with a thud had caused him to stir, his brown eyes fluttered open and he turned to look up at you.
“Hi, sleepyhead.” You said, teasingly.
“Hi,” Din said, wiping his eyes.
“Doing some late-night reading?” You asked with a smirk, nodding at the book.
“Oh…” Din said, turning his head to look down at the book too. “I got it from the archives here. I just wanted to know how to help you.”
“You’re so sweet, Din.” You smiled. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, cyar’ika.” Din smiled at you, his eyes looking at you adoringly. “Let’s head back to our cot.”
As you fell asleep, your cheek resting on the warm, firm expanse of Din’s broad chest, you felt certain that you were the luckiest person in the entire galaxy. There was no one that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You had not travelled far, but you knew that you could travel the galaxy many times and never meet another person as understanding as Din Djarin.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to… because he was all yours. From now until the end.
#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#din djarin fic#din djarin fanfiction#din djarin#the mandalorian#autistic reader#autistic representation#star wars fanfiction#the mandalorian x reader#really thank you if you interacted with the post I made the other day bc this wouldn't have come to me without that :')#i loved writing this so much it was very cathartic#also my first time posting a fic to tumblr like this lol so i hope it was okay ??? ive never used anything other than ao3#good god its almost 2am i need to drink water and SLEEP#my fics
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thinking about how hal's repression is his superpower... if willpower is the ability to overcome emotion.... aka ignore it... and he's the best willer who ever willed or whatever tf kyle said....
#and so when does he process these emotions??? oh he doesn't? ok#this is why he can't let anything go!! he doesn't know how!#especially when u think about the emotional spectrum and how willpower is supposed to be in the middle#almost above all the other emotions#anyway it makes this fic im writing more difficult#the only times hal changes his mind is when someone is in moral danger and id love my fic to be more slice of life.... with plot lmao#maybe im underestimating the cathartic nature of beating someone up#hal jordan#meta
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more chicken scratch drawings based off of @gemwolfz 's (totally real and iconic) sgt frog lost episode creepypasta
#currently writing this and putting this in my drafts at 12 am#you try and fix your sleep schedule#but then it's almost 1 am#keroro gunso#sgt frog#keroro#dororo#love to draw dororo being a little fucked up#my little quirked up blue frog#also drawing keroro trembling in fear was kinda cathartic? what's a good word#it feels right. I'm proud of that doodle especially#this one goes out to the keroro whump fanbase#FAN-WORKS
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vaguing
#sth really lazy and almost insulting about 'you ship 2 guys bc you hate women'#esp when the woman in question straight up murders one of the 2 characters i enjoy writing lol#and esp also when im not allowed to write said woman as anything other than a perfectly matronly receptacle for male sadness#or else that is also somehow misogyny#am i allowed to like women enough to make them interesting characters rather than the mommy the gamer bros never got#am i allowed to puke up my own trauma and neuroses through male characters so as to not see them inflicted on a woman ie me#so that i can see those things at a safe distance so that they become cathartic rather than another depressing rumination#what if you just said you dont like something instead of trying to make everything a value judgment about a persons moral integrity#what if ppl write the things they do for their own personal reasons and not bc they hate some marginalized group#i dont even hate fia but im not going to write her as anything other than cunning and manipulative and driven#every character in this game is some flavor of fucked up#and almost none of them have pure intentions#thats uh kind of the point in some ways#meh
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Hmm… Quirrel with “wander”?
The fog that had accompanied his wanderings for the last while is thinner here, in this grand hall. There’s only a faint haze to the air now, and if anything, it only serves to make this place seem all the more magnificent, like a lost but cherished dream. It’s the strangest thing – perhaps it’s only the mysterious atmosphere of this ancient station, but Quirrel feels oddly nostalgic as he moves from platform to platform. His feet carry him almost trancelike to the highest one, like it’s a path he’s walked before, and he wonders at this. He brushes a hand across the railing, half-rotten and fungus-eaten as it is, and lingers there, feeling a peculiar sorrow well up inside of him.
He can almost hear the faintest echo of voices, he thinks. Like faraway chatter, the words faded and indistinct. He briefly fancies the idea of a crowd of ghostly bugs going about their business around him, and shakes his head at the absurdity of the thought. He must still be hearing the distant burbling of the foggy caves he just left behind.
Quirrel and the Queen's Station, because his dialogue there makes me feral and unhinged. <3
#Hollow Knight#HK#Quirrel#Queen's Station#drabble#my writing#Anon thanks for giving me the chance to write my boy <3 I've been wanting to write for him#But I just can't seem to come up with a proper fic featuring him. So at least writing him in a drabble felt very cathartic.#That's why this one is almost 200 words instead of the standard 100 sdjfhs Quirrel deserves it#Hollow Knight Quirrel
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I’m so obsessed with my characters
#this version of jeff and lotus is sooo scrumptious#so layered#the dynamic is not like anything ive written before#i love writing jeff i get to be my cult leader non conformist needlessly argumentative contrarian self#i just get to go on rants through him and hes such a pedantic ass intellectual that its almost cathartic#and lotus will just be like smiling and giving a sweet sly little comment on how much of a pretentious asshole he is
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honestly genuinely think a lot of writers here on tumblr have lost the plot more than a little. like if your writing for external validation, ie begging for comments and reblogs or saying kudos/likes mean less, i really believe you need to take a step back and reexamine your relationship with your writing. of course we all love to hear how much someone likes our work- we’re human- but the incessant posting and polling about comments and how “no one comments anymore” is starting to give entitlement. you aren’t owed engagement. just because you’re choosing to put the your work out to the public sphere, whether it’s here on tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or literally anywhere, for free and explicitly for others entertainment doesn’t mean they- the strangers on the internet- owe you anything. they don’t owe you a like, a comment, a reblog, a favorite, a bookmark- they don’t have any obligation to you. if you’re posting and immediately concerned about engagement metrics you’re no better than any tiktok or instagram content creator.
#it actually makes me want to engage with your work less#like I really don’t get this recent uptick in writers begging for comments#and that one post going around about people giving/having literary critics about fanfic?#that annoyed me too like c’mon guys you really can’t have it both ways#either you want people to meaningfully engage with your work or you don’t#and I really truly believe it’s the second one because it’s giving you just want praise#because no one wants ‘unsolicited criticism’ in the comments only what the reader liked about it#you just want validation- which is normal! I too like being told I’m doing a good job at the thing I love doing- but some people are taking#this to an extreme that’s like…..almost alienating to a degree because 99% of the time it’s about fanfic and that inherently means fandom#spaces and fandom comes with a lot of connotations and expectations of behavior that can be both intimidating and ridiculous#like idk man reading and writing is supposed to be cathartic and freeing not an obligation it shouldn’t be expected of readers to keep a#notepad full of bullet points to write an essay in the comments about why they liked the fanfic they just read#idk whatever#nothing is gonna change about it ik but it’s just……#idk#I wanna say annoying is the best word to describe it but it feels more than that#like personally I don’t write because I feel like I need to share this thing I made with people that might like it#I write because I’m never as unhappy as when I can’t express the million little ideas I have a day#I write because I love the process of writing and the places it can take me#I don’t need anyone else to agree with or like the same idea/story I’m excited for#and if I do share whatever it is I’ve written it’s a nice bonus to have people just as excited about it as me#but tbh 90% of what I write is never shared because I just….. don’t care to#I don’t need that external validation some other writers on here seem so desperate for
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#my dad challenge stop asking me when i'm gonna get a girlfriend (masked under progressive-ish language) [impossible]#why does he have to place so much importance in having a partner idgaf and i'm not telling him 100% sure he's not gonna take it well#(despite him saying he just wants to know whether i share his view that having a partner is like the best thing ever and will respect me no#matter what. dude thought asexuality = narcissism (sort of. he said it's the same as onanism which makes literally 0 sense but ok))#also stop calling anything definitions and forgetting everything i've told him every goddang time to ask the same questions phrased#slightly differently and stop saying extremely annoying stuff and not getting the deal of identities. it's not how one ''defines'' themself#it's how one is. then the definition is just for ease of communication.))#damn venting like this saves a bunch of time back in the day (2-4 years ago lmao) i would've taken like 20min writing this in code in a#sort of diary i put together. much less cathartic though#didn't get to almost cut through the paper with my pen for half an hour (which i would've done if i wrote it on the coded diary)#but it took me much less#also very weird feels more and less thoughtful than the diary felt
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#uploads#almost done with this book and never have I hurt more from any other writers writing#makes me want to kill myself but in a cathartic way I guess lol#incredibly heavy subject matter that's been on my mind near constantly for the last 6 months but it's getting easier#I have a good therapist. and writing my book helps.#the book this excerpt is from is The Kiss and the song is You've Got It#there's a lot a lot of parallels between the book and the song that are too much for me to make a compilation of without killing myself#but know I have taken almost 100 screenshots of the pdf I'm reading it off. just like. 20 something pages to go#I'm usually very slow to finish a book but it's only been a week since I first started reading this one so that really really says something#of how it stabs me right directly in the soul
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in my restless, sleepless, sick state ive also been thinking about a few passion projects that i really want to get off the ground this year and i really wanna talk about them but i barely have more than a concept for either cause im afraid of failure ough
#but im considering them important passion projects cause its been months. almost two years with the first one. and they havent left my mind#i really just want to write something that will be cathartic for me. and both of these would be#one dealing with mental health and the other with my triple a identity#just.. yeah. im afraid. which i think says a lot about how important these things are to me#anyways im gonna make coffee and settle for baka gaijin and friends since that starts up soon yay ~#night is an absolute mess on main
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just reread something I wrote last year and changed bits that I realised didn’t work the way I wanted them to anyway sometimes you need to take time off and come back and relook at the parts you couldn’t make work at the time and also wow I must have been going through it bc apparantly it was written in a single night ooffff
#it’s so satisfying to come back to something you’ve made in the past and see how you feel about it now#idk it tells me so much about myself then and now#Also that piece was really cathartic to write and helped me sort out my thoughts#so it’s almost comforting to reread#like I’m retracing the steps I took to figure out my way to the answer I needed to find#kfc rambles
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just wrote an ungodly paragraph-long villain monologue with zero breaks in between. it’s objectively bad and way too meandering to actually put in the story but sometimes you just gotta get it out of your system
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#might actually be starting to accept that almost exclusively writing dark topic angst fic is probably not that good for me#i meannn like hyperfocusing on it really hard. writing is cathartic to some degree but then i obsess over it and get depressed#idk i dont wanna stop altogether bc it is objectively a release borne of something Stuck Inside#but yea :/ just thinking#writing the fluffy things lately has been a fun change of pace. and has the added bonus of me actually sharing it + getting feedback#which = further serotonin and more writing. crazy how that works huh
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i think i jjst accidentally quoted what ccq said about meeting ccsapnap in this fic i need to end it all
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