#hate using system tags HAHAH….

[pussypounder2000]

Hello ! I was just looking on a few plural servers on discord… especially the fictives….. and the surprisingly small amount of other pressure fictives from what I can tell? At least from the two (relatively) okay servers were in.

Bad idea, I know, something is just bound to make your blood boil over in those hellish lands.

anyways I really don’t mean any harmful criticism for this (just kidding, I do) but in my personal opinion I just.

on one of the servers, in one of the channels for fictives source venting, there was a Sebastian fictive talking about how they would often poke themself with some sewing needle or similar to somewhat replicate the “feeling” of being experimented on as to be closer to their source and all that, then asking what they could do to try and stop due to bad memories and that jazz

Personally(as another seb fictive), replicating that not my jam, but the amount of people who were just going after this poor guy instead of helping them at all was actually frustrating to even watch, and solely because they weren’t “acting like they did in their source” by deliberately repeating that

Now, this is your reminder that fictives don’t need to act like their source, because they aren’t really the same. They don’t need to act like their source to be valid, and if you think that if a fictive isn’t a perfect carbon copy of their source then they aren’t good enough, what the fuck is wrong with you.

Fictives don’t owe you anything, no matter what. Not even if you share a source. Not even if they’re a fictive of your favourite character, and especially not if they’re a fictive of your “fictional crush.”

They don’t need to act a certain way or say certain things, everybody reacts differently to issues, whether internal or external, and asking for help with something like that can be genuinely difficult

The fact that they are a fictive should have no affect on your view of them no matter what. Fictives cannot choose their sources, and they are still people with feelings.

It should not ever be the tipping factor between helping someone who’s struggling, or making fun for not “acting like their source.”

The fact that people do that in the first place is the very reason our system doesn’t usually interact with the community(ies).

this feels like such a niche but I’ve heard from other systems that they’ve seen or experienced similar things

It’s disappointing, really.

[maester-of-spreadsheets]

Tagged by @vonlipvig and it's come around at a great time because I've actually been finishing media lately. Imagine that.

Last song/piece I listened to: Chor Bazari from Love Aaj Kal. AZAD HOON MAIN TUJHSE! AZAD HAI TU MUJHSE! wait i just noticed that the lyrics are saying "now i'm free from you, now you're free from me" but it's using the most informal 'you.' Which kinda implies they still have a degree of emotional intimacy despite being exes. Despite the whole song being about how they're exes who are handling this reunion super maturely even if they're bemused by it all lol. Interesting.

(also Deepika was still in her awkward rookie actress phase here but I can see the glimmers of the kind of stuff that would go on to make her really good at more naturalistic roles.)

(great now I want to rewatch it even though I remember it being the platonic ideal of a timepass hahah. If only to rewatch the sequence where early on they have a 'we're breaking up!' party because they dont want to do long distance and then later on she calls him from the airport and they have this lighthearted conversation talking about their gripes with one another that they never mentioned in the relationship in order to keep the peace.)

Last book I read: Diavola by Jennifer Thorne. Horror novel about the bisexual disaster black sheep of a family going to a family reunion in Italy and... oops [cocks gun] villa's haunted.

On one hand is it kind of a mess with weird pacing and some dropped plot threads and it has multiple themes that don't quite congeal? Yes.

On the other hand, did it FUCK MAJORLY?? Yep!! Probably my favorite book I've read this year so far. So cathartic.

Last film I watched: Piku, solely to look at several actors' faces and it delivered on that front.

Last TV series: I don't... know? I think it might have been that documentary series about Nickelodeon. And I'm glad survivors got to tell their stories, but like a lot of recent true crime documentaries about systemic crimes I felt like it didn't go deep enough. For every Dan Schneider, there are quite a few people above people him in the corporate ladder who have to sign off on their abuses. But that's all very bleak so let's move on. (Also it turned out I am still not far away enough from The Old Job to really be able to deal with this content.)

Last video game: Pentiment! I was playing a "choose the rudest option" round and was shocked every character hated me.

Last thing I googled: Diavola to remind myself of the author's name.

Last thing I ate: Pasta and broccoli.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Spicy.

Amount of sleep: As usual I genuinely don't know how much was actual sleep and how much was lying around half awake.

Currently reading: Uhhhh so many things. My Lent resolution to only read things I own and/or have started didn't go too well (but better than I had been before because I actually finished some things.) I'm probably going to try and make an effort to return Emily Wilson's Iliad translation and/or the biography on J. Dilla.

Currently watching: Uhhh does watching the Murder on the Orient Express play all the way through every other night count?

Tagging @onetrueharem @ponydeathisland @amarguerite @invaders-forever @sickfreaksirkay aaaand honestly everyone who wants to do. And doesn't want to YOU LOT ESPECIALLY

[gurokichi]

W-wow you really answer me bon, I don't expect that, but I'm very happy about it!

And sorry if I didn't send you any other ask today bon, I have to go to school so, well, you know, I can't take my phone to school.

I'm glad you understand, I was fearing that you won't know why I did that, but I'm glad to hear that you do.

And btw you said you like danganronpa so, what is your favorite character?. (Yes, I know that this question is dumb, but I want to ask this, just to make sure i guess) Mine is Chihiro Fujisaki!, I really love him.

Of course I would follow you, why wouldn't I? You are nice to me, so of course I would like to follow your blog Bon, and I know you wouldn't bite me bon, I'm not too shy anymore, I fully want to send this, you can say I have confidence now.

W-wait really?, you really would stop any anon that harass me?, a-and you think that they would like me?, I don't know if that is true but, if you are sure of that bon, then I will believe in you.

Y-you think I'm brave?, bon, you made blushing!, of course I would like to talk to you more and maybe if you want, we can be friends! ( Let it not be noticed that I want to have a friendship with you xd).

I'm glad that you understand my poor english, Spanish is my native language so, even if I know so much english, I always get nervous when I write or say something in english ( ╥﹏╥)

Wow...you...put me as a tag? And even you put ME on your anon list? I'm so happy!,nobody do that for me before, you are the first one bon!, but bon, I named my self as "unnamed anon" because... I don't know how to call myself.... Can you help me please? ( ´･ω･)

- still Unnamed anon (help this poor anon to find a name ;-;)

Of course I would answer you! How could I not when you took the time to type out an ask and send it to me? I think that'd be pretty rude of me to just leave it in my inbox.

That's totally okay. I understand if you're not able to send asks, especially if you're busy with your life. I'd appreciate it if you sent some when you have the time to, though! It's always a delight to talk to people ^^

Ah, I have so many that I like... Chihiro is definitely up there with some of my favorite characters. Despite the Kokichi theme of my blog, I also really like Toko, Makoto, and Mahiru. I think I like quite a lot of the Danganronpa cast, so this was kinda hard to answer. There's so many good choices that I couldn't just limit myself to one! Aw, that's very sweet of you. I'm happy to hear that you've gained confidence! I would definitely stop any anon who tries to be mean to you. I don't care what gets said to me, but I'd have a problem with it if something seriously mean was directed towards anyone who follows me. I don't want people fighting on my blog. All my anons have been nice; I promise you that they wouldn't hate you. Thank you for choosing to believe in me! I think it's super brave to go through with things that make you nervous. It takes quite a bit to gain the courage to do something, despite being scared. I admire anyone who is able to do that! Maybe we can be friends; I can't guarantee that, though. It'd depend on a couple of things, sorry!! </3

That makes sense! Don't worry about your English; you've done good so far. I can understand you pretty clearly. Spanish is a nice language! I used to take Spanish classes, although it's been years... so I don't think I'd be able to understand much, hahah (￣▽￣;)

I put any anon down as a tag! Perhaps you could use an emoji that you like or choose a word you wouldn't mind being called by? That's what most of my anons have done. For example... there's Doll, Prince, and then various anons that are just emojis. You can go check my tagging system to see which anons are taken!

[deathschool]

10, 23, and 34 for p101 meme?

*goes to sleep immediately after posting an ask game* Um. Hi guys good morning

10: what does your flag look like? what are your crew colors?

OK SO All of my pirates are different ocs and i give them all different flags. So ill send my 2 fav oc ones :P and describe what i would make MINE (checkerboard print, aqua/purple, that winged heart symbol in all black to look like the clandestine bartskull. teehee)

1 is my oc mina's flag, her colors r teal and black! 2 is my oc catalina's flag, his colors r purple and yellow :]

23: show us your pirate and tell us a bit about them

IM GONNA DO A READMORE HERE BC THIS STUFF GOT REALLLLY LONG. SORRY

Omg ok like i said theyre all ocs soo let me grab a screenshot of my like whole crew loading page.

so jsyk NONE of their outfits are what theyd actually wear (excluding catalinas robe). I dont stitch in pirate HAHA

far left is an old oc some ppl may recognize, her name is hope loomis! Shes a (lvl 70) witchdoctor, blind, and captain of a pirate crew. shes no longer my main oc but i still love her and her crew :P

Since hes relevant to her ill go out of order and say him now: the one in the middle is lawrence nightingale, part of hope's crew, her best friend, a musketeer. (Hes my main pirate for playing, hes lvl 70) He has a bit of a sour disposition and he and hope argue a lot but they care for each other a lot. I also ship him with kane hehehe

Ok middle left is catalina, like i mentioned earlier. Actually ive posted him before, hes a catalan shapeshifter who likes to pretend to be a human amongst people to troll them mostly teehee :P hes a (lvl 46) witchdoctor in game but in his lore he just knows some magic.

Next to catalina is the aforementioned Mina mitchell, shes a (lvl 65) swashbuckler and an emo girl. I dont have much lore for her to be honest but shes just so cute and awesome. She has spiky short twin pigtails. I think ive posted a drawing of her on this blog before under her tag mina

Middle right (orange) is Maeve, shes part of my new main crew! (The other 2 arent in game) shes a (lvl 7, bc i KEEP REMAKING MY BUCKS) buccaneer. Shes also part fox and from marleybone! shes really cool and awesome and sweet and shes best friends with shannon (leader of her crew).

Right is Stormy Edwards, hes kinda new and also his character looks nothing like his actual design lol other than that hes green. Hes a privateer (lvl 7, again i keep remaking themmmm) and hes EVIL!<3 he also has a toxic gay thing going on with vito (witchdoctor with maeve and shannon) and hes just kinda fucked up :P

34: what are the hardest and easiest parts of the game for you?

OK SOOOOO I love the strategy of it all TBH. It was really hard at first but ive picked it up pretty well i think. The hardest part was figuring out how to do gear correctly and what stats to prioritize, which im probably still not perfect at but i think ive gotten it down now. I also hate ship fighting 😭 But yeah easiest is probably just combat i love it i love the battle system. And to be MORE specific ranged combat is easiest for me.

SORRY THIS ONE GOT SO LONG HAHAH BUT TYYY<3

[kuro4thegays]

ahahaha relatable on a very personal level. i hate interacting and speaking face to face with real people. texting feels like heaven. i also hate going out too much to the point parents call me a vampire (i accept it cuz i feel so with how much i hate sunlight). and dw i totally get you. my mentality isn't the best istg. depressed most of the time with the straightest face ever so no one can read how panic and disoriented my mind is. loving 2d men cuz they aren't real. if they were real i would get shot in the forehead, im a loser.

about your cute question. honey, honestly its been very long since i first found you. i sent the 1st ask without tagging with the bunny icon because i just thought that i would slip through your life pretty quickly. of course another day when i was desperate about how little bottom male reader content was, i searched the tag and i saw your work. literally please im a fucking bottom i need to be bred not fuck those men. i have to block a lot of top reader and it becomes a hobby now.

pretty sure i absolutely adore "steam" the most. it felt relaxing and... yeh i cried a bit when i first read it. felt like being held in an invisible hug. btw, i've noticed this, because the tag system in tumblr is very messy, can you spare some time to make a master list? it's super hard to find all of your works because not all of them show up when i search "archive". 🐰

Lol my family calls me a bat, so you're not alone on that one. And with depression, yeah, I'm stuck living a double life at this point. 2D men are my true passion.

I think I might have started this blog out of desperation too. Like at some point I figured out that I'm probably not going to get that much bottom male content if I don't make it myself and like why not share it? My first work was actually a rewrite of an older one(it was so cringy I'm not sharing that with anyone). It might have been a irrational midnight idea, but I'm glad I'm here. Really happy that you liked Steam though, useful information for the future...

Oh, and the masterlist, hahah.... I told myself that I would make one when I write at least three fully finished fics... Currently I'm on five and just forgot. But certainly thank you for reminding me. The weekend is coming up so I'll probably have time to spare.

[palehottubchild]

Get to know me

Thank you @sflow-er you know how much j like doing these ahahahhah

Do you make your bed?

Not really, i try to but in reality i never get around to it

What's your favourite number?

3, 9 and 12. NOT 6

What is your job?

i currently have two jobs, one of which is a little hard to explain but essentially boils down to research in healthcare and the other is hospitality in the biggest tourist attraction in my country (which is a seasonal job). two VERY different jobs in very different sectors, hahah

If you could go back to school, would you?

I actually am still in uni and i do not feel any particular wish to go back to high school. I would, however, have chosen a different degree if i could start over again but thats a different story.

Can you parallel park?

Technically yes, i can, but i hate it and it takes ages so i avoid it at all costs.

A job you had that would surprise people?

actually most jobs ive done surprise people, but more so because nobody knows they exist as jobs. In high school i used to do delivery for the pharmacy and as mentioned before now the research job. both things most people dont know are things someone gets paid to do until i tell them hahah.

Do you think aliens are real?

realistically i dont think its possible at all that we are the only planet with living beings on it. i do believe that there are no aliens in our solar system, but i do not believe that in the entirety of the universe only one planet managed to create life. I also think that life might look very different on other planets but im convinced 'aliens' exist in some way shape or form

Can you drive a manual car?

Again, technically i can. but i try to avoid it all costs bc ive only driven automatic cars basically since i got my license lol

What's your guilty pleasure?

reading fic, even more guilty if its from a fandom im technically no longer into but i sometimes just get this weird nostalgic need, you know

Tattoos?

Not yet, i have a design and a place in mind but my family is very strongly opposed to all tattoos and i still see them often enough to be a little bit afraid

Favourite colour?

for clothes, blue or brown. for other things anything in the navy colour palette (so like burgundy and navy and other colours in those kinda hues)

Favourite type of music?

I honestly will listen to anythign that has a recognisable distinct melody (so mostly excluding metal, too heavy rock and some rap) but am especially fond of 2000s 2010s dance music or indie/pop music from anything between the 80s and the 2010s. Not a big fan of what seems to be more modern pop culture but i can appreciate a harry styles or a taylor swift every once in a while

Do you like puzzles?

Yes!!!!! anything that i can use my brain for im down

Any phobias?

creeped out by all bugs and spiders (yes, even the cute and pretty ones) and not a big fan of big animals. slightly uncomfortable at high heights, dont do well in the dark and very very very uncomfortable in small spaces

Favourite childhood sport?

Did gymnastics until i was about 7 and then switched the the loml that was swimming and did that all the way up until uni. hated anything involving running or a ball

Do you talk to yourself?

Not when im alone, sometimes when other people are present

What movies do you adore?

I tend to like any movie i watch. Special mention to knives out, megamind and bottoms though

Coffee or tea?

I like the fancy coffees when im out having a drink or having lunch, at home i prefer tea

What was the first thing you wanted to be growing up?

i dont remsmber what came first exactly but the three professions that had the most prominent part in my youth were hairdresser, teacher and most of all writer. I always liked writing and words and languages and making things but unfortunately that took a stark dive durong high school that im still recovering from lol

as usual consider yourself tagged if you feel like doing this ahah

[xwing-baby]

I Don’t Trust You (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

for @propertyofdindjarin​ - sorry its so late but i hope you enjoy this!!

Characters: Din Djarin x gn!reader (i dont think i used any gendered language in this but let me know if i did and ill change the tag)

Word Count: 8k (this really ran away with me lol)

Warnings: enemies to lovers, description of injury, canon level violence, little steamy (kissing, insinuated smut), threat of death, like one swear word, pre show! Din

Summary: The Mandalorian killed you two years ago, yet here you are alive and well on a different planet. The Mandalorian is called in to help you and your team of royal guards find a missing princess. Things go horribly wrong and you are left to journey home with your worst enemy...

A/N: shout out to the random radio 4 play that gave me the idea for the plot of this and to @propertyofdindjarin for the request for enemies to lovers! i’ve never done this trope before and im not sure if i really did it justice but i enjoyed writing it at least hahah i hope you like it too darling and thanks for requesting! 

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“The Master is calling in reinforcements from a bounty hunter for this mission,” The general in charge of your squad spoke as the team dressed.

“Who?”

“A Mandalorian,” The general answered.

“We don’t need a Mandalorian,” You spoke up bitterly, looking up as you finally pulled your boots on. The general sighed, used to your defiance and vocal hatred of The Mandalorian. He rolled his eyes at your attitude.

“We need all the help we can get on this,”

“I don’t need a Mandalorian,” You corrected yourself.

“I don’t care about your opinion. My word is final. And besides, there is nothing you can do he is arriving… now,”

A knock at the door turned everyone’s heads. The general nodded and it was opened to reveal the shining armour of the Mandalorian. You scowled as you watched the Mandalorian swan into the room, newly polished armour glinting in the light. You frowned and turned your attention away from him, just the sight of him made you exasperated.

You didn’t understand why The Master would want to bring him in, he was expensive and more importantly an asshole. All the hard work you and your team would put in on this mission would undoubtedly be overshadowed by him. He would be praised no end and paid a handsome fee while you would probably be berated for not meeting his standard and not get any reward for returning the princess.

It was the second attempt to get the Master’s daughter back from her kidnappers. The first time had been a complete failure and caused the gang to go into deeper hiding. It had taken weeks to locate her new location, there was no room for error this time. The princess had to be returned.

The Mandalorian had noticed you the moment he entered the room. He was surprised to see you alive at all, he’d assumed you were dead, having killed you two years prior. But here you were in a brand new system, alive and well. He didn’t say a word on the matter, he’d been paid for your bounty already, it wasn’t his fault you had miraculously survived.

You sat in silence, glaring at the Mandalorian across the room, while the General spoke about the plan for the mission. You grumbled and rolled your eyes when he made suggestions. The nerve of him. Coming here invited and not trusting your plan. The grumble earned you a sharp elbow in the ribs and a hiss to shut up.

With the plan set, you began the long trip out to the location. It was far, a days trip by speeder at least. Across plains, over mountains, through valleys and finally to the destination. A small building atop a large hill. It was strangely open, considering how long it had taken to find. The sun was going down by the time you arrived. You were apprehensive to approach so quickly, wanting to wait out but you had no power amongst this group, especially with the Mandalorian validating the plan there was no way you’d win. The group dismounted the speeders mere feet from the entrance, loaded their guns and went inside, barely stopping for a second once their feet touched the ground.

You however did not follow. Ordered to stay outside, they didn’t trust you. You were to keep watch, not that there was anything to watch for. Two years on the planet and you were still considered an outsider. Your reputation had not preceded you but it quickly caught up. Within two weeks of your arrival, whispers of your real name had floated across the galaxy until it landed into the mouth of the Master. You were allowed to stay, only if you joined the royal guard to put your skills to use.

The royal guard didn’t trust you, used you as a scapegoat on any occasion and sent you in many suicide missions purely because you were expendable. But as even the Mandalorian knew, you were very hard to kill. You came back every single time with nothing more than a scratch. Instead of your action gaining their trust it bred jealousy and mistrust.

You scuffed around the site, listening out for signs that the mission was complete or anyone was in trouble. The moon rose slowly into the sky, stars appeared with it giving you some entertainment as you tried to spot the constellations familiar to you. A twinge of anxiety cut your stomach, they should have been out long ago. You should have followed to help

Suddenly, a bone-breaking thunderous sound erupted from below and the ground began to shake. You were frozen to the spot until your spot began to fall away. The ground beneath you shook and collapsed inwards. You scrambled out the way, moving to where the ground was stable again. The building your squad had gone inside had collapsed, screams and cries of terror could be heard from inside. The building fell, then fell further. All you could do was watch in horror as where the building once stood, a crater appeared. Dust plumed from the wreck, filling your lungs and scratching your eyes. You coughed and spluttered, shielding your face from it.

Soon the dust settled and things became clearer. The devastation was all that was left. And the Mandalorian. Stood alone on the opposite side of the great crater, he looked down into the hole for a moment, thinking, before making his way around to where you were. He didn’t stop to talk to you as he passed, simply readjusting his vambrace and walking away. Disturbed by his lack of reaction it took you a moment to react, you watched him walk a few paces ahead before running after him.

“Hey!” You called after him, “Where are you going?”

“There’s no speeders. We’ll have to walk,” He said, not stopping.

“They’ll kill us if we return without the princess!” You protested.

“They’ll kill you when you don’t return with the girl,” Mando corrected you, “Unless you want to walk climb in there and search through rubble, the only thing to do is walk back,”

“It’ll take days! There’s no way you’d make it back to the city in one piece,”

“Who said I was going back there?”

“You have to finish the job,”

“The job is finished,”

“You arrogant son of a bitch,” You scoffed as he continued to walk away. He picked up his pace, “I told Illana that we didn’t need you,” You shouted angrily. Din didn’t reply, trying to block out your whinging. “You’re a waste of money, everyone knows Mandalorians don't work well in teams. There’s a reason you all got wiped out,” You snarled. That comment bristled Din. He knew you were only baiting for a fight, angry your squad had died and he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. It wasn’t advantageous for anyone, “What happened in there? You blow it up to make the job easier? You killed them all,”

Din ignored your questioning. He hadn’t killed them, he had barely made it out alive

“She was just a child and you killed her, for what? Tell me!”

He turned when he heard the load up of a blaster behind him. Your blaster, loaded and waiting in your hand was pointed at his back while he walked ahead. He whipped around just as fast, his blaster pointed at you too.

“Really?” He asked.

“Talk,”

“It was a trap,”

“Liar!” You shouted.

“The girl was tied to some kind of trap that blew up the mines below the building. I was not in the room when the extraction happened. I didn’t do anything,” He explained, you didn’t reply, grinding your teeth as you tried to get your head around it. “Why would I kill them? I needed her alive,”

You hated that he was making sense. There was no real logical reason for him to kill the princess. He needed her alive to get his payment just as you did. You glared at him, fingers twitching over your blaster.

“Keep walking,” You said sternly. You turned the safety back on to the blaster though never lowering it. Din lowered his weapon. “I’m not having you anywhere out of my sight. Can’t trust you as far as I could throw you,”

Din huffed in agreement and turned to continue walking. Your blaster wasn’t going to do anything more than scuff his armour, he didn’t worry about you attacking him from behind. If you’d wanted to kill him you would have tried by now. Whatever made this whole ordeal go faster was what he was going to do.

You walked across the grassy plain for hours in total silence. At least outwardly silent. In your mind, you were cursing his name in every language you knew to any deity you could think of. Cursing him, his stupid armour and his stupid helmet. You cursed the planet, you cursed the city, you cursed the entire universe for forcing you to be stuck with the one man you hated most. You wished you had followed the squad and died with them, it would be more pleasant than this. At least with the pace the Mandalorian kept, you were going to be back to the city in record time, this nightmare could end.

Soon the grass gave way to shrubs and weeds, trees that were rare before now crowded around you. You came to a path, well-trodden and open, surprisingly. If it was this clear it was only a good thing, you were on the right path back.

“Stop,” You ordered as the path forked out in two directions. Din had chosen one path already, a few paces ahead. He stopped and turned around to see what the problem was. You were facing the second path, motioning with your blaster to cross over. “There’s a shortcut,” You said, “That forest opens back up in the West of the city. If memory serves me correctly it’ll cut our journey in half,”

“I don’t trust you,” Din said warily.

“Never said you had to trust me. If you carry on that way it’ll take another three days to walk around a huge lake and a ravine. This way cuts that out and we’ll be back in the city in two days,”

You walked forward into the break of trees, turning back when you didn’t hear him follow. He hadn’t moved, still calculating the decision. “Not scared are you, Mando?” You taunted him. “We don’t have much sunlight. Move,”

For a moment Din contemplated shooting you right there. You were rude and arrogant, nobody would question your death at all if he did it. His hand hovered over his blaster, before finally deciding against it. He needed the payment and with you alive at the end of it he would have proof he didn’t slaughter the entire garrison.

He followed you into the forest, walking in front of you as before. The trees were so dense, a few minutes of walking cut out all light. Spotlights of dusty yellow light broke through the canopy providing enough light inside to see your footing directly in front of you but nothing more. Roots covered the floor, winding around your ankles trying to pull you in so your body could supply nutrients for the plants. Branches caught on the Mandalorian’s shoulders, snapping back into your face often when they released. You learnt quickly to keep a few more paces back to stop the attacks.

You had heard stories about these forests. Fables told to the children in the city warning them of the dangers of the expansive green land. Most of them you knew to be just stories, but like most legends in the universe, there was truth to some. That knowledge kept you alert as you continued the walk.

Suddenly, the Mandalorian stopped in his tracks. You nearly crashed into him, not looking where you were going you were met with metal.

“Keep walking,” You ordered. He didn’t move, turning his head to look up at the canopy. You frowned, growing impatient. “What?”

“Quiet,” He hissed. You paused as you heard another shuffle you had thought to be Din moving. It was above you, beside you and behind you. Then you heard it, a shrill echoing cry from above. A cry you had been told to fear since day one on this planet.

They descended from every side. Five or six strong and lean warriors armed with metal spears and knives swarmed you and Din before you even had time to run.

A flurry of metal and blaster bolts occurred. You were quick on the draw taking two warriors quickly before another knocked your gun from your hands. It was immediately lost to the undergrowth. Dodging one strike then another you grabbed hold of one of the warrior's weapons, forcing it back on them to push them back. Pull, push, slash. A splash of blood as the spear cut into his skin and another dead.

You had one left. Flipping a small knife in his hand, the warrior snarled at you before pouncing. Taking out your own, you threw yourself at the warrior. Each attempted strike on your part was blocked effortlessly. Your advance became a backwards pace as you were slowly overpowered. The knife scraped against your vambrace as you blocked yet another strike creating sparks.

The warrior growled something in a language you didn’t understand as you stepped backwards again, finding yourself cornered to a tree. You growled and surged forward again, catching a slice to his cheek and shoulder before being pinned to the bark.

You cried out as a sharp bite pierced your skin, the warrior slipping past your armour and plunging their blade into your side as your hands came up and used your knife to slice their throat. A spray of blood hit your face as they fell to the ground. You fell backwards leaning against the tree for support as your head went light, you watched Din take out the remaining warriors. One on their spear, another with his blaster. He was surrounded by bodies but looked like he’d barely broken a sweat. He surveyed his area before finally noticing you. The ambush had happened so fast he barely had time to spare a glance in your direction to see how you were.

You grimaced as he walked over. He didn’t come close, not helping you, just watching. He saw the leather strapped blade on the ground beside you and the body next to you. You hissed as you tried to push yourself up, even minimal effort was aggravating the wound.

Your hand let go of the injury, revealing the blood to Din. You wiped it on your pant leg, laughing dryly as you looked up at him. You could barely see him, eyes hazy, even speaking was an effort as your throat was stinging with the threat of vomit. Din lurched forward holding out his hand. “I don’t need your help,” You garbled, trying again. This time you were successful, only for a moment as your world spinning and went black for a moment., “Stars above,” you gasped, falling forward into the Mandalorian. He caught you quickly before you fell to the floor.

“Where are you hurt?” He asked urgently.

“Under there,” You slurred, waving your arm weakly at your side. Your eyes were dropping, skin pale. It was the end, killed by a forest warrior’s blade with the Mandalorian by your side. Not how you wanted to go.

--

You came too in the dark. You startled, immediately on guard. The sudden movement made you cry out as pain overtook your body.

“Don’t move,” Came a gruff reply. It was the Mandalorian. Ignoring his request, you slowly pushed yourself to sit up, wincing at the pain but you couldn’t just lay there.

You then realised your armour was gone, top feeling practically bare in your undershirt. A bandage was wrapped around your ribs, soaked in blood. He had saved you.

You looked at him across the fire, confused. You had expected him to leave you for dead. You certainly should have died. Either the gods were playing a horrific joke on you by drawing out this quest with your supposed enemy or he had cared for you. You wondered how long you’d been out for. Could have been a few hours, a few days. You doubted he would care for you for that long but evidently, the bounty hunter was full of surprises.

“You should have left me,” you finally spoke. Your voice was coarse and you coughed to clear your throat. “Why’d you do that?”

He shrugged. You frowned but decided not to press the matter. You preferred living over being dead.

“How long was I out?” You asked.

“A few hours,” He replied, “Nice to have you quiet for so long,”

“Where’s my armour?”

“Here,” He said, patting the pile of metal next to him. You watched him carefully now. You needed that back if you were going to make it and didn’t entirely trust he would give it back. Parts were beskar. You knew he would try and stake a claim to it despite the fact he knew where you’d gotten it from. He’d tried it before and that had ended with you at the bottom of a rocky gorge, “I’ll give it back in the morning. You need to rest and you can’t in that,”

“It’s very important to me,” You stated.

“I know,” He said.

“How do I know you won’t take it?”

“You’ll have to trust me,” Din said. You were not about to do that. You pushed yourself to stand up, grinding your teeth to not let out the sharp pain that was splitting through your side, “Sit down,” Din ordered.

“Give me-,” As you stood up your vision went blurry, you stumbled forward into the fire pit. Luckily the Mandalorian had quick reflexes and caught you before you fell into the flames

“I didn’t save your life for you to fall into a fire,” he scolded you, helping you back to the ground. Sit,”

You shoved his hands off you and shuffled away from him. “I’ll kill you if you take it,” you grumbled.

“You would try,” Din agreed. Both of you knew you would not be a threat. While the Mandalorian had managed to flush out most of the poison some of it remained in your system. Not deadly in dosage but enough to weaken you significantly. You wouldn’t be able to get real help until you returned to the city.

Silence fell over the camp again. You stared into the fire, watching it spit and spark. A physical manifestation of your rage and embarrassment. Not only were you weak and wounded, but you were also stuck with the one person you swore would get revenge on if you ever crossed paths again. Now the only revenge you could manage was maybe to scratch his armour. You had slaughtered people, entire towns had met their end through your hands. Now your life lay in the Mandalorians’s. You hated it.

You glared at him for what felt like hours. Neither of you was going to give in to sleep, too suspicious of the other to succumb to the vulnerability. The three moons travelled slowly overhead, animals scratching around the clearing of the forest none would dare to venture into the foreign light of the Mandalorian’s fire but you could feel a thousand eyes in the darkness watching you intently.

Suddenly he stood up. Suspicious you watched him walk the short distance to you. Without warning, he passed a silver packet of food to you and walked behind you. You looked dumbly at the packet and turned your head to see what he was doing. You had barely looked over your shoulder before his gloved hand came to the side of your face, pushing you away.

“Turn around and I’ll kill you,” Din warned you.

“Ok! Kriff, calm down I don’t want to look anyway,” You scoffed at him. Somehow, his insistence that you didn’t see his face only made the idea more enticing. You heard a scuff of metal and the sound of something heavy on the grass, his helmet was off.

You kept your head straight forward, moving only to look at what you were eating. It was very similar to eating next to a wild animal, any movement you made while he ate could be your last. You knew enough about Mandalorians to know it wasn’t him being territorial but to do with his ‘creed’. They could never remove their helmets, never show their faces to anyone except family. It didn’t seem like the Mandalorian behind you had any family, there was barely a caring bone in his body. Except he had saved your life, though that was more an act of self-preservation than anything else you thought.

Din wouldn’t usually risk eating like this with someone like you nearby. There was no privacy, no guarantee you wouldn’t turn and catch him but his hunger was overtaking his logic. It had been days since he’d eaten, he was the lowest on credits in his life the small amount he’d earn from this bounty was desperately needed. If he was going to be paid at all now.

He ate quickly, wolfing down the scraps he had found in your pack. It was bland and chalky but it was food, nutrients, and that was all that mattered. He had to survive until the next. Once he finished, he picked up his helmet and placed it back on his head. Safe inside his metal shell he stood up and walked to his previous spot on the other side of the fire.

He watched you while you ate. He took in the way your skin glowed in the firelight. Wisps of unruly hair caught the light giving you a halo over your head except there was nothing angelic about you. You knew murder and destruction just as well as he did. You’d killed many and cursed more to the haunting image of your destruction. You were one of a small few in the galaxy who had survived the Mandalorian.

There was something oddly satisfying at the fact you couldn’t get away now. You couldn’t do anything if he tried to kill you again now. All your power, all your strength, was in his hands. It was a dark feeling he wanted to avoid, he didn’t think about it too much. If he’d wanted to kill you he would have left you to die.

Once you finished your food you threw the packaging into the fire and settled back. You watched the Mandalorian pick through your pack, pulling out whatever he could find useful for the rest of the travel. You knew we wouldn't find much, the thing had only been packed for a two-day trip maximum. You ached from head to toe, tired and more hungry than the nutrients bar could stave off you longed for your bed. Soft and warm it was the only good thing in this place, the only thing that had kept you here for so long. Comfort was never something you had been given freely, you were going to hold onto this one for as long as you could.

Soon you couldn’t fight sleep any longer. You lay down next to the fire, watching the Mandalorian until you could no longer keep your eyes open.

—

The next day something had shifted in your dynamic. The fact he’d saved your life had changed things. You weren’t so angry at him. He was careful with you, helping you up from the ground and you didn’t miss the way his helmet stayed on you for longer than needed as you pulled your armour back on. He’d cleaned it too, wiping off the blood and dirt from the metal.

You walked mostly in silence, Din still in front of you. You may not hate him anymore but you didn’t entirely trust him yet. He was on neutral ground as far as you were concerned. He'd tried to kill you once, he’d saved you once, They cancelled each other out and now all was left as to gain any opinion either way about who this man was. Was he a killer or was he kind? His actions thus far, surprisingly, offered the latter. Despite that, your hand never left your blaster, though not drawn it was ready in its holster if he decided to turn on you.

Every time you hissed or groaned as you walked, he would stop, look at you and check you were okay before continuing. If it wasn’t for the cold nature of his helmet it would have been endearing.

You travelled together through forest and fields, over a small mountain and down a ravine. Your legs ached, back sore from carrying your pack but at least your stab wound had gone numb. Your pain receptors were so fried now your brain was trying to forget it all together so you could survive.

You flagged behind Mando, gritting your teeth and forcing yourself forward until you couldn’t take it anymore. You let out a small cry of defeat before calling for the Mandalorian to stop. You sat on a rock above a reed bed, leaning on it with one arm while the other pried your armour from your body. Din stopped walking as soon as he heard you.

“I need to rest for a bit,” You admitted, struggling with your straps. One-handed it was impossible to get them off but if you didn’t you couldn’t breathe. You pulled and tugged at the buckles until you were stopped by the Mandalorian’s gloved hand on yours.

“I’ll do it,” He said quietly. You moved your hand, turning a little to let him have better access to the buckles holding the metal to your body.

You didn’t say a word, knowing you couldn’t do it by yourself. His skilled fingers worked the buckles open and pulled the chest pieces away from your body. There was care in his touch, his fingers momentarily gracing over your exposed skin for a moment. The light touch sent shivers down your spine. You turned your head for fear of showing just how affected you were by his touch. You sighed in relief when the weight was gone and the strain on your muscles was decreased.

“Thank you,” You mumbled.

“We can set up camp here for the night,”

“It’s not even dark,” You protested, “Give me a few minutes we can keep walking. It’s not safe out in the open like this,”

“You’re in pain,”

“I’ll be in pain wherever we are,” You said, “There are caves just over there, it will be safer to stay there,”

“That’ll be two hours walk,”

“I can do it,”

“I’m tired too. We’re staying here,” He said, “You can bathe in the river, clean the wound again,”

“Mando-,” You protested.

He wasn’t listening anymore. He’d set down the weapons on his back and set to creating a fire. If it was going to be as cold as last night you were going to need one.

You were silently relieved. Your entire body was screaming for a break, the wound throbbing so much you could have thrown up. You needed to rest. You knew you weren’t far from the city now, it was on the other side of the pass, you could see ships land and take off in the distance, specks leaving white trails in the sky. You would be back by the next evening, you predicted. Only one day left free of consequences.

As the decision had been made to stay by the river for the night, you decided you could get out of your armour again. You sat up slowly, leaning to one side to avoid putting pressure on the wound on your side. You piled the pieces up next to the rock.

Din was still busy searching for suitable wood, a good distance away from you you decided it was safe to strip off and explore the water you could hear behind the reed bed. You pulled aside the plants, creating a path for yourself and revealing a beautiful stream. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the sunset colours above you.

You waded into the water, holding up your tunic so it didn’t get wet. The current wasn’t strong, stones were stable under your feet and you let yourself walk further into the river until it got to your hips. Creatures in the water scattered as your legs invaded their home. You pulled your tunic over your head, throwing the fabric back onto the riverbank, then untied the Mandalorians bandages leaving them with the tunic too. The cool water soothed your aching muscles, washing away the sweat and dry blood as it passed over your skin. You groaned at the heavenly feeling before dipping down under the surface, letting the world melt away in the stream.

Din returned to find you missing. He dropped the sticks he’d found and looked around for you. He hadn’t heard a struggle, he’d have seen someone if you’d been taken. He spotted your armour in a pile while you’d been lay, too neat to be stripped of you in a hurry you must have taken it off. None of his weapons missing either. Then he heard your voice from behind the tall reeds surrounding the lazy river, a pained groan. He was quick to action fearing you’d fallen and been hurt again. He barrelled through the reeds, nearly falling down the riverbank into the water until he saw you. Entirely naked, facing away from him, standing waist-deep in the cool water. Every scar, every bruise, every lump and bump was on view under the golden sun instantly transfixing Din.

He didn’t want to stare but he couldn’t bring his eyes away from the view. Drenched in golden light, your wet skin sparkled. His eyes fell slowly down your body, his own body was fighting between leaving you alone and joining you in the water. Your shadow cast on the opposite bank of reeds showed a broken image of everything you had hidden.

“Can you pass me my clothes when you’re done staring please Mando?” You spoke up suddenly, looking over your shoulder with a smirk on your lips. Din startled, snapping himself out of the trance he’d fallen into, nearly falling in the water. He coughed and spluttered, the sound coming out strangely through his vocoder, which made you laugh. He nodded, muttering something you couldn’t hear before disappearing back through the reeds to retrieve your clothes.

You were used to washing with no privacy. Being in the places you’d been, privacy was a luxury. You could ignore the lustful stares men gave but something about Din watching you set you on edge, it excited you. You couldn’t see his face, couldn’t tell where he was looking but his vision bore like laser’s into your skin. You felt electric. He could have watched forever and you wouldn’t mind at all.

You dunked under the cold water, cleaning yourself and cooling off the heat of your body. You found your clothes laid out on the bank, where Din had been standing before. You smiled, dried off and dressed before re-emerging from the reeds.

The sun was going down now, barely a sliver above the horizon. Stars came out, colouring the night sky with constellations. The Mandalorian had a good fire going. A field rat hung over the flames cooking away.

“Sit close to the fire so you can dry off properly,” He said as you approached. You smiled and nodded, feeling brave enough to sit next to him rather than across as you had done the other night. He was opposed to your decision and didn’t move when you settled down next to him in the grass. “The wound looked like it's healing well,” He said after a moment of quiet.

“That’s all you were looking at?” You asked with a smirk.

“I didn’t mean to pry,” He apologised, a little ashamed at his voyeurism.

“I didn’t say I minded,” You smiled, sweet on the surface but the wicked fire in your eyes told him exactly what he wanted. He shivered under your gaze and moved quickly to get away from your scrutiny, turning his attention to stoking the fire again. You laughed to yourself and settled back onto your elbows to watch the stars.

This night was so different from the one before. You didn’t watch him so intently, trusting that he wouldn’t suddenly try to rob you or kill you. You were relaxed, as much as you could in the circumstances. Your earlier question of the character of the Mandalorian was slowly being answered. He was a mixture of good and kind, and cold and calculated. You couldn’t forget how viciously he had attacked you all those years ago, how bloody and raw those warriors had been left in the forest. But simultaneously you couldn’t forget his kindness in saving you, his care for your wellbeing as you walked today. How bashful he became when you confronted him about his peeping. You could hear the embarrassment in his voice. If he was a cold and heartless killer like you thought him to be, he would not take your teasing. He wouldn’t be embarrassed. No, this Mandalorian much like everyone else was complicated. Under that beskar somewhere lay a man, who unfortunately you were starting to like.

You couldn’t hate him. Not when he had found and cooked food for you to share. Din had pulled the field rat off the spit, opened it up and pulled out the cooked meat. He passed you half before collecting his own. You initially curled your lip at the charred remains in your lap but there was no other choice. It was that or starve.

Din opened his mouth to speak, to tell you to stay put as he sat behind you but was astounded at how quickly you’d turned your back on him giving him the privacy he needed. Metal hit the ground with a thud, you stayed perfectly still. Din noticed instantly, his chest becoming heavy as he saw your fear. You had been friendly all day, talking as if you were friends but the way you sat in front of him like caught prey reminded him that wasn’t the case.

You surprised him, it was rare for people to understand so quickly, let alone someone like you. Someone who hated him, had tried to kill him, usually, they’d mock him and refuse unless he threatened them, like he’d done to you last night. You didn’t say a word. You respected him.

So, he ate slower. Taking the time to enjoy his food, as much as you can enjoy slightly burnt field rat. He picked at the meat, pulling it apart with his fingers. His quiet groan of pleasure at the taste of his food made your ears prick and hair stand up on edge. You’d teased him for watching you in the river, but if he sat behind you and made sounds like that you were going to have to do something. Call it Stockholm syndrome, some kind of weird lapse of judgement due to the stress of your predicament but you found yourself liking the Mandalorian. He had tried to kill you before, he should terrify you, but the fact he was such a mystery, and a dangerous one at that, made him all the more enticing.

Din didn’t miss the way you’d pricked up at the noise he’d made. He didn’t mean to, it had just slipped from his lips. A new kind of hunger took over him as he finished his meal. He wanted you. The memory of you in the river cast over him. He wondered how soft your skin would feel, fresh from the mineral waters you’d bathed in. You smelt so fresh from where he was sitting, how much better would it be with his nose in your hair. He’d been hungry for days, but this hunger had gone unsolved for months, he could hardly remember the last time he’d held someone, kissed someone, fucked someone.

Without realising it Din had moved closer to you. His hands ghosted over your hair, wanting desperately to run his fingers through it. He wanted to touch you, to feel you. He leant over, just outside your peripheral vision and placed a kiss on your cheek. It was short, shorter as you startled at the sudden touch. Din retreated quickly, your sudden movement startling him too.

“What was that?” You asked sharply. Din frowned, instantly regretting his action. To his surprise, you didn’t make a move to look at him.

“Wh-what do you mean?” He stuttered, all confidence draining from his body.

“Kiss me properly if you’re going to kiss me,” you said confidently. A simple touch of his lips to your cheek had set you alight, you were startled but didn’t want him to stop.

Din grinned in the dark and surged forward to kiss you properly. The sharp scratch of stubble surprised you as he kissed you. His lips were soft as passion dripped into your mouth as your mouth opened to him in a gasp. The Mandalorian pulled you closer, turning you to face him properly. You hissed in pain when his hand brushed over your wound. He whispered an apology, moving down to your jaw. His nose brushed along your jaw taking in the clean and earthy scent of you.

His kiss travelled down your neck. The burn of his stumble on your soft skin made you sigh and open up to him more. Din could feel himself falling into you, your scent and taste, the noises that you were making just from his kisses were driving him insane. He could stop if he needed but he didn’t want to. He could trust you.

His hands stroked down your arms, taking your wrist into his grip. He continued his assault on your neck as he lifted it. He placed your hand over your eyes, holding your wrist tight to keep it in place. His warm hand over yours was oddly comforting.

“Move your hand and I stop, yes?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling you and sending a shiver up your spine, “I don’t want to kill you, but I will,”

“I understand,”

--

If there was any way you could have predicted the ending of your adventure with the Mandalorian there would be no way you could have predicted the events of the previous night.

He was good. Surprisingly good. You were a little shocked, having thought he was some celibate mercenary monk type character, but he knew what he was doing. If there weren’t stars above you, he’d made you see more. He was careful not to hurt you but didn’t hold out. Edges of your previous hatred for one another dipped in, adding so much to the event. You woke up sore in a completely different and entirely satisfying way.

You set out for the final stretch of the journey with a smile on your face. Your blaster was left alone in its holster and the Mandalorian walked beside you. You trusted him.

The final stretch was the most challenging. Through a rocky ravine, you had to climb over boulders and through tight passes. If you could have gone over you would, but the hundred-foot sheer cliff faces took that option away from you pretty fast. The Mandalorian walked slower to allow you to keep up, taking hold of your chest armour when the weight became too much to take anymore. You still couldn’t understand the reasoning behind his kindness but accepted it easily. He wouldn’t leave you more than ten foot behind, despite your insistence on leaving you to catch up on your own he refused and waited for you before enforcing a rest stop so you could catch your breath and continue. After hours of walking through the rocky pass, red stone finally gave way to green grass and blue sky once more.

You saw the city gates on the horizon and your heart began to ache. You had almost forgotten what you were walking back to. You had to tell the Master that his daughter was dead, that your entire team was burnt alive and you were the only survivor. You were dead for sure. Being the outsider anyway put you on rocky ground, this would be the final straw.

Din could sense your nervousness. Even if you didn’t express it verbally, he knew you were anxious to return. He thought you were brave for doing so, but you didn’t have a choice. If you ran you could never stay hidden from the Master. You were dead either way, at least if you brought yourself in you could argue your case.

Citizens lined the wall of the city, flags waving and cheering songs danced on the breeze as soon as you and the Mandalorian were spotted. You walked through the outlying villages with heads hung low as the people ran up to you expecting their princess in tow. When they saw the two of you alone their cries of joy turned to silence.

You reached the city gates and it seemed nobody had noticed, bells rang out and drums echoes from inside. Children waved from the wall, happy and excited to see you. The whispers started, turned into murmurs and soon the yells of praise and joy were spitting insults and exclamations of pain. People yelled out questions, what had happened to the princess, where was she, who’d killed the princess. Why hadn’t you saved her? Your heart sunk, you couldn’t lift your eyes from the ground as you and the Mandalorian were escorted to the palace.

Din always hated a failed mission, letting targets getaway in mistakes was what kept him up at night, but this was so much worse. He didn’t have any personal connection to the girl but the vitriol spat at you and him as you walked through was tough to take. He kept his head up, trying to think of a plan for what might happen next.

The news of your failure had spread fast, arriving at the Master’s feet before you did. You knelt at his throne, the Mandalorian standing beside you.

“What news do you bring?” The Master asked. He didn’t need your answer, he just wanted to watch you squirm.

“I am afraid we were unsuccessful Master. An accident occurred at the camp and we two are the only survivors of the event. There was no way of recovering your daughter, I apologise,” You said finally looking up at him. Your voice was calm, collected and confident. There was nothing you could do now, it didn’t matter whether you were visibly upset or not.

“Mandalorian? Do they speak the truth?”

“Yes. Charges were set in the mines beneath the location and set as soon as we arrived,” He elaborated.

“I appreciate the aide Mandalorian, however without a successful return of my daughter I cannot pay you,” The master said. Din nodded, having expected as much, “Guards arrest L/n,”

“I assure you we did everything we could to get your daughter, none of this was their fault,” Din insisted.

“You are dismissed, Mando,” The Master ordered. Din didn’t move, his blaster raised at the guards approaching, standing between you and them to protect you.

“Stop it,” You hissed at him, alarmed that he was putting his survival at risk for you.

“Put the blaster down, Mandalorian. You are far outnumbered here. I suggest you leave me while you still can unless you would like to join L/n in front of a firing squad,”

“It’s not worth it,” You whispered, as you pushed yourself to stand up. You gritted your teeth as pain shot through you. You both knew this was how it would end, there was no other way, “I accept my fate,” You spoke loud enough for everyone else to hear. Din didn’t accept it, he refused to. He had only just got you into his life, whatever the relationship was between you two he wasn’t going to let you die for something that wasn’t your fault.

You were surrounded inside the palace. Din’s defiance was only drawing more soldiers in. The chances of either you or Din coming out alive were drawing in. You knew the Mandalorian was worth more, something inside you told you he had a great destiny before him. While our crossed paths had arrived at a pleasant spot you would like to continue, if that was the final destination of your lives then you wouldn’t be the one pulling him to a halt with you.

You stepped into the Mandalorian’s vision, soldiers drawing closer, and you placed your hand over his blaster. You looked directly into his visor, staring directly into his eyes. You didn’t have to speak, he knew it was over. Slowly, Din lowered his weapon and stepped back. With his hands up he nodded to the Master who smiled smugly and gave you one last look. As soon as the Mandalorian walked away the guards were on you, hands roughly tugged behind your back and into harsh cuffs.

Din didn’t look back. Couldn’t. If he did he would do something he would regret. The Master’s voice echoed out of the Palace doors relaying your sentence. You were to be executed at sundown. Din pulled himself into a comfortable stoic calm, and indifference forced upon himself to allow him to carry on. He walked out of the city with nothing. Penniless, hungry and alone.

The Razor Crest provided some comfort as it always did. No matter what changed around his outside could always be corrected inside the silver confines of his ship. He had enough fuel to get him to the next populated planet, hopefully, he would find work there to get food. He settled into the cockpit, flicking through maps for a while to see where he could go. After a while, the exhaustion of not sleeping properly for three days caught up and Din fell asleep in the pilot seat.

--

“Oi! Mando! Open up!” Hard rock being thrown at the front of the Crest and the sound of your voice startled him awake. It was dark now, the moon high in the sky above him. Din’s heart sunk, it was just a dream. You were gone now.

He let himself wonder for a moment if he could have done more, knowing that probably wasn’t true. The galaxy had a way of making things work out the way they should no matter what he did. He settled back against his chair again, head resting on his chest when something slammed against the side of the ship and shouted for him again and he knew he wasn’t dreaming.

He did a double-take when he saw you at the door. Dishevelled and breathing heavily, you grinned up at him. “I thought you were dead,” He said.

“I will be if you don’t let me in in a minute,” You looked over your shoulder as speeder lights approached over the brim of the hill. Din had barely stepped aside before you barreled into the ship.

He stared at you in the low light of the hull. confused by the image you presented. Your armour was half missing, only your chest plates and one thigh plate remained and you were covered in blood. You were not only alive but you had fought well for it. Considering the state you had been in just hours before, barely able to stand up unaided, he was astonished.

“What? It’s not my blood if you’re worried about that,” You wiped your face with the back of your hand then wiping it on your pant leg. “Hurry up and get this ship in the sky. We need to go right now,”

A blaster shot ricochet off the side of the Crest, the sound of bikes coming closer, setting Din back into motion. He raced back up to the cockpit to set off. You followed quickly and watched as the Mandalorian set to getting the ship into the air while under attack. You jumped into the seat behind him, giddy with excitement as the weight of what you had just done inside the city walls had not yet settled in. You were high on adrenaline. The engines roared into life and suddenly the Mandalorian turned back to look at you.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” He said.

“I’m glad I’m not dead too,” you smiled, warmth spreading through your body at the sentiment,  “now please can we go,” A shot hit the front window making you duck instinctively. “Go!”

--

happy may the fourth guys!! omg i missed writing din so much!! 

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The Mun

Rules: Tag ten followers you want to know better! Repost, don’t reblog. Tagged by: @etwahlesque ( thank you! ) Tagging: who hasn’t been tagged yet. @lightshielded, @lightbcund, @sunszenith, @starthieve, @thousand-pierced, ...? Whomever. Take it. Steal it!

Name: Hahah no. I can give you this much though, the meaning of my name is ‘The Sun.’

Star sign: Aries.

Middle name?: - 

Put your music on shuffle. What were the first 6 songs that popped up?: I don’t have a music library or use any music services. Just pandora & youtube bookmarks, which is not representative. So I’ll just pick six things from my list of things. Saved songs, recent bookmarks, whatever comes to mind.

Red Like Roses - Part II - RWBY

“System Of A Down - Toxicity (Piano cover by Gamazda)”

The Cage by Vibe Avenue

The Scientist - Coldplay - Piano cover by Rousseau

Matryoshka Sacred play secret place ( strongly recommend! ) 

Florence +  The Machine - Too Much Is Never Enough

Grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. What’s line 17?: “appreciate their achievements. If only they could slow down” - Haughty but gracious, an inset on page 23 of the Player’s Handbook D&D 5e regarding elves ( and in this case, their view on humans )

Ever had a poem or a song written about you?: Yes.

When was the last time you played air guitar?: Never.

Who is your celebrity crush?: Paul Rudd.

What’s a sound you hate, and a sound you love?: Hate: Styrofoam being rubbed against itself, probably? Love: The sound of soft breathing in sleep.

Do you believe in ghosts?: I don’t need to believe for them to be real. That’s the stance I’m taking.

How about aliens?: See above.

Do you drive?: Yes.

If so, have you ever crashed?: Very lightly, I hit the accelerator instead of the brake when reversing. I’ve been rear ended really, really badly before though.

What was the last book you read?: Evil God Average / Jashin Average by Kitaseno Yunaki. 

Do you like the smell of gasoline?: ...who does? Excuse me?

What was the last movie you saw?: Probably the last Star Wars film. I don’t watch much TV / film.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: Stitches on my forehead as a kid. Not counting diseases / illnesses, I’ve gotten slammed pretty bad by those / ended up in the ER before.

Do you have any obsessions right now?: Web novels? Probably?

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?: Hahahahahahahahah yeah. Ooooh yeah. I’m someone who tries to remember the good things people have done, but I also remember the bad they’ve done to me and especially that I’ve seen them do to others. It’s not like I necessarily want to, but I unconsciously end up remembering, “ah this person was cruel, wasn’t she?”

In a relationship?: Nope. I’ve mostly been working on getting into a stable place in my life financially before I pursue that stuff again! My last breakup... did a number on me. I think I stayed inside and cried for the whole winter break. But I’m not opposed! Just spooked. I have the habit of crushing on folks and then smothering those feelings so I don’t really think about it too much.

[viviansternwood]

So the absolute sweetest @blodreina-noumou tagged me to do this positivity meme that is about choosing your five favourite mutuals in the fandom and giving them all the love. I’m all for it, but five??? How am I supposed to leave it at that?

I mean since she was the one who tagged me, I’m perfectly within my right to talk about Steph. She appeared at the time when this fandom was basically drowning in Octavia hate and for some time I felt so lost because it seemed like I was the only person in the 100 fandom not only not hating her guts, but also trying to defend her. I kept posting positivity about Octavia and getting hate in response, but then Steph started reblogging my stuff and I was like, wait... There are people who love her, just like I do. I followed her, and it’s been amazing every since. She’s a very private person and tends to stay out of any fandom brawls, but she’s very good at just... being there for people, you know? So many times I would be having one of those moment when I just hated my life, and I’d post something about it not expecting anyone to read or care, and Steph would suddenly come out and say something that, if not necessarily fixing things, pushes me along on the path. And that’s what matters, doesn’t it? Someone who helps you make small steps through every day. Steph is an amazing person, and she has such an insight in people and characters, it’s wonderful. I think that’s what makes all her metas so good. Sweetie, thank you so much for following me and for being in this fandom. It would not be the same without you. <3

1. @daeneryskairipa

I honestly have so much love and respect for Linda. She is in a lot of fandoms, and she’s never caught up in any drama or negativity. She’s a very quiet, private and absolutely talented person, whose gifsets are something our fandom doesn’t deserve. Just when I started making gifs about a year ago, her edits were what I aspired mine to look like just because they’re so, so beautiful. I mean, if you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I use her gifs for my headers more than anyone else’s. Also, fun fact, but just when I started giffing, I had no idea how tags worked, so I looked at Linda’s tagging system and basically adopted it (sorry Linda lol). Go follow her, she produces such amazing content, our fandom is blessed to have her. <3

2. @clarkgriffon

I think Mira will always take a special place in my heart because she was one of the very first people I spoke to in this fandom. I believe I had about 90 followers at the time, and I messaged her to tell her that her tags were hilarious because she would always not only tag them purposefully to systematise content, but also add her reactions and it made things so much better. Mira is also one of those people who will see or hear you say some small detail about yourself once and remember it, and then randomly bring it up in the conversation. She just cares about people and remembers. She’s one of the most unassuming people I know because she will give you advice on the things that bother you and won’t push for anything more than you’re prepared to give in that moment. And sometimes that’s the best we can do for others. Just be there for them. And I honestly think no one produces more content for our fandom (mainly Bellarke as well) than Mira does, for which, sweetie, thank you so much because there were so many moments when I just thought there was no more hope for Bellarke, but then I’d see one of your gifsets and feel better. Really, thank you, I’m so happy to know you!

3. @keiraknighted

The story behind why Emily followed me is funny. Apparently, she was so frustrated with Zaven because she just wasn’t feeling it and it seemed to her like literally no one else was shipping Murven, so she purposefully searched in the anti zaven tag and found me. So that’s when she followed me. And I remember I followed her because she had this cute icon from Anne With an E, and I’d been reading her fics for like two years before that, but it never clicked that she was the person writing them hahah.

Emily is an amazing person. She’s so warm and sweet and understanding, and she’s one of those people who will go out of their way to do something if you ask them to. Her fanfics basically got me through the hiatus. I always joke with her that she has this talent to make you feel second hand embarrassment like no one else does, and I stand by those words because she’s just that talented. She can portray a situation in a way that you feel so involved you want to die of embarrassment when the character is embarrassed, and it’s a beautiful thing! Please go check out her fics, I promise you, you will not regret it. My absolute favourite of all time (Emily is probably sick of hearing about it by now lmao) is Smoke Break, which, do yourself a favour and go read right now please!! 

Thank you so much for everything, sweetie! I don’t know what kind of fandom experience I would have without you, probably trash smh.

4. @daenerya

Luna is someone about whom I should talk a lot more because she’s become such a vital part of my life and my fandom experience that it’s crazy. Luna is someone who never gives up on people, for better or for worse. She’s probably one of the most loyal people I know, and if there’s something I respect and love and appreciate, it’s loyalty. She helped me get through one of the toughest moments in my life by being completely calm while I was panicking and having pretty much a mental breakdown, giving me invaluable advice and just being there for me. Thank you so much for that, sweetie, I will never forget it.

She is also such a positive person. She probably won’t admit this to save her life, but she has so much love and hope for this world and people in general. She’s open to everyone, absolutely loving and sweet and understanding. 

Her edits are beautiful because she’s so talented but also puts an incredible amount of effort in. She has such strong opinions that she is unapologetic about because she cares about people and stands up for them. 

5.@lameblake

When you follow Ali, you don’t just get a mutual. You automatically receive a friend. And it’s amazing. Ali is probably the most supportive person I know. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re going through, however you deal with your issues, she’ll do her best to understand, accept it and help you get through your tough times. I honestly believe that she feels other people’s pain.

Please, go follow her. Give her all the love you can because she’s so, so deserving.

Honourable mentions,

for people who are just as important as the five mentioned above, but to whom I either haven’t spoken to a lot or haven’t talked recently because life got in the way:

@eternallyecho - for reaching out continuously, even if I’m being an antisocial ass, and for accepting and understanding me the way I am, believing that I know myself;

@easilydistractedbyfanfic - for being an endless flow of optimism and Murven content and support with all the random things I have asked your advice for;

@raven-reyes-of-sunshine for not only being there for me at the hardest of times, but also letting me do my best to be there for you because you definitely deserve all the love the world can give you and more!

@twinzmoon for being two little rays of sunshine who always want to make other people’s days better. Completely selfless and wonderful people deserving of the entire world;

@boomheda , @aproblematicpanda  and @sawyerblakes (actually not mutuals but this post would be a lie if I didn’t mention you) for being the proof that you don’t have to agree on every single thing to be friends with someone. Different interests don’t mean people can’t be kind and loving towards one another. Thank you guys, I love you three so much. You made my fandom experience bearable for the past year;

@pathokinessis for being a little ball of love and positivity who loves people without asking anything in return. Thank you, sweetie, you’re absolutely amazing and there’s no describing to how much I love and appreciate you!

P.S. If I haven’t mentioned you on this list, please don’t feel offended and remember that I love you and appreciate you.

[theresneverenoughfandoms]

3 in fluffy with Analogical, it's Soooooo them

Hey look at me fulfilling this super cute prompt request! *sweeps the fact that it’s been literal months under the rug* hah…hahah…ha

(But seriously, sorry for this taking agesssss Damion)

Prompt: From this list - “Can you stop talking so I can stare at you eating cutely?”

Pairing: Pre-romantic Analogical

Word Count: 1,016

“More than halfway across the universe, there is an enormous blue star nicknamed Icarus. Its official name is MACS J1149+2223 Lensed Star 1 but even I can admit that that name is unnecessarily complicated. In any case, normally Icarus would be much too faint to view, even with the world’s largest telescopes. But through a quirk of nature that tremendously amplifies the star’s glow, astronomers using NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope were able to pinpoint this faraway star and set a new distance record! The star is so far away that its light has taken 9 billion years to reach Earth. It appears to us as it did when the universe was about 30 percent of its current age. Can you even fathom that Virgil? Without the spontaneity of nature itself, Icarus may have never even been visible!”

Virgil’s head rested on his hand and the ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed at the man sitting across from him. Logan’s hands gestured sharply as he spoke, emphasizing his speech with crisp motions that injected a spellbinding energy into his words. It was awe-inspiring, how he could make anything sound interesting if he cared enough to do so. Absently, Virgil took a bite of his muffin and raised an eyebrow when he noticed Logan’s plate. The rambling man had barely touched his jam-filled croissant since it was purchased and the two of them had been sitting in the quaint little coffee shop for 45 minutes already.

“- they analyzed the colours of the light coming from this object, they discovered it was a blue supergiant star. This type of star is much larger, more massive, hotter, and possibly hundreds of thousands of times intrinsically brighter than our Sun. Of course, at this distance, it would still be much too far away to see without the amplifi-”

“Can you stop talking so I can stare at you eating cutely?” The words fell from Virgil’s mouth before he realized what he was saying. Immediately, he froze and heat rushed up to his cheeks. Oh no oh shit oh fuck. Panic flooded his system as he watched Logan blink owlishly a few times.

“I don’t think that the act of eating can ever truly be described as ‘cute’.” Hearing that answer, which was so incredibly, undeniably Logan, Virgil almost burst out laughing. Feeling a surge of rare confidence, he allowed himself to go a little further.

“Anything you do can be described as cute.” Almost instantly, the tips of Logan’s ears flared a brilliant red and his mouth fell open. For the first time since the two met, he was speechless. A snicker escaped Virgil as Logan reached up to try and adjust a tie he wasn’t wearing. Lowering his hands to the table, the bespectacled man cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well…I…thank you. That is…very kind.” Then he paused. “And…I could say the same of you.” Now it was Virgil’s turn to blush.

“What?”

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear. I also find your behaviour undeniably…adorable.” Logan’s gaze was fixed steadily on Virgil as he fiddled with his fingers on the table. Virgil tilted his head slightly, bewildered.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I am. I’m always serious. You know this.” The hoodie-clad man shook his head incredulously as he studied his companion’s expression. He was right. He looked dead serious.

“I mean, yeah, I know you’re- yeah but…hold on I’m kinda reeling a bit. I didn’t think I’d get this far.” A warm, fluttery feeling erupted in his chest when Logan chuckled, a tiny smile cracking his typically stony facade.

“I am more than willing to provide evidence if you are unconvinced.”

“Evidence?”

“Yes. For example, when you listen to music you enjoy you smile in a way that you never smile otherwise. It makes you appear happier, more at peace. Your face lights up, figuratively of course, and your eyes shine with a joy that I wish you felt more often.” Before Virgil could even begin to respond, Logan plowed onwards. “When you are proud of something you have accomplished you stand a little taller like you aren’t afraid to be seen. You bite your lip when you’re thinking hard about something but then when you have a breakthrough your tongue pokes out through your teeth. You have two different laughs. A quiet chuckle that is more for yourself than anyone else and a loud, exhilarating sound that can instantly brighten anyone’s day, no matter how much you say you hate it. You sit there with the faintest of smiles on your face and your hands curled up in your hoodie sleeves and I always find myself unable to stop talking because my brain seems to short-circuit whenever I see you looking at me like I am worth seeing. You…you listen to me when I ramble on about the things that I love.” Then, without warning, Logan wrapped one of his hands around Virgil’s, who had gone stock-still.

“Virgil, you are one of those things.” He finished, adjusting his glasses sheepishly when he realized how long he had prattled on for. Large dark eyes blinked back at him for a moment while a bright red hue spread across his companion’s cheeks.

“I’m going to need you to stop right there because if you go any further I think I might burst into flames I’m blushing so much.” Logan laughed softly at Virgil’s attempt to keep up his aloof persona.

“My apologies. You know how I get when I begin monologuing. I hope I didn’t go too far?“ He said seriously, beginning to pull his hand away from Virgil’s.

“No!” Virgil tightened his fingers around Logan’s pale wrist. “I mean…no. You’re fine. I uh…thanks, Logan.” A gentle smile appeared on the nerd’s face as his deep blue eyes softened.

“Of course.” A moment of silence passed between the two men before Logan adjusted his glasses again. “Would I be mistaken if I considered this our first date?” Virgil smiled brightly, his typical smirk abandoned.

“You wouldn’t be mistaken at all, you absolute dork.”

General Taglist (just ask to be added or removed!): @ajdraws0430 @virgil-my-diamond

I’m also tagging @coconut-cluster because we all need more affectionate Logan in our lives don’t we?

@fandersfic-analogical

[wickedlittleoz]

tagged by the CUTEST @harringrovehearted thanks love!!

Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 people.

nickname: liss. i mean i use it a lot and people think it’s my name but in reality it’s a nickname

gender: f

star sign: taurus. yeah, i know, but it’s not so bad

height: 5′1″, i think? we use the metric system here so i’m always a little confused

time: 10:42pm (it was when i started)

birthday: may 19

favorite bands: keane. have i said keane? jk i really really like a lot of bands (scorpions, bon jovi, the cranberries, roupa nova (br) but keane gets all the gold stars

favorite solo artist: oh, um. this is hard and it’s gonna go in with a BUNCH of brazilian artists, but. shakira, for sure. djavan, adriana calcanhotto, alceu valença; again, i really really like a lot of people, but i can never name a favorite

song stuck in my head: it was a piece we’re working on in the choir cause i just got home from rehearsal like an hour ago, but i thought too hard about “favorite song” and now it’s flor de tangerina as performed by alceu valença & elba ramalho

last movie I watched: bits and pieces of hedwig and the angry inch again because i was writing a paper on it last week

last thing I googled: choir. chorale. chorus. what’s the fucking difference. languages are so difficult.

do you have any other blogs: nope

do you get asks: no, sadly (COME AT ME)

following blogs: 37 yeah i should follow more people but i’m a lazy ass (remember #3? taurus?)

nationality: must have been able to figure out by now, but. brazilian

favorite color(s): black and red, burgundy more like 

average hours of sleep: hahah that’s funny, i can’t remember the last time i had my sleep schedule right

favorite song right now: oh this is TOUGH. usually there’s something going over and over for a couple days, but not now... i’ll just say a million miles away, from Aladdin’s OBCR cause i spent a good amount of time on it this morning and it’s so sweet, really

what am I wearing: undies

how many blankets do I sleep with: lately, none. normally just one.

dream job: well, shit. musical theater actress

dream vacation: idk man currently i’d love to fly over to belo horizonte to see my bae

favorite food: anything potatoes. also ice cream

tagging: never tagging the right amount bc again im a lazy piece of shit when it comes to following people and making friends, but i’ll say, maybe @rarsablack and @raouelle and @dameronhoewrites (who’s gonna HATE me bc she never finishes these things oops ily) and whoever wants to do it!!

[some-good-meme]

Get To Know Me

Tagged by @elliox , thanks man this looks fun haha

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag however many people you want

(I would put it in the read more but idk how sorry)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: a coke i think 2. Phone call: rescheduling a doctor appointment ha 3. Text message: @elliox talking about buying shorts 4. Song you listened to: stuck in the sound, lets go probly 5. Time you cried: when i found my kitty dead.. well i guess i might have teared up a bit when a close friend left for the summer too,,,

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: haha man i cant even get someone once 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nah 8. Been cheated on: guess not 9. Lost someone special: hasn’t everyone at some point 10. Been depressed: oohhhhh yeah

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: ooohhh buddy yes

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: silver, black, that cool green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yeah! and i love em! 16. Fallen out of love: dont think so 17. Laughed until you cried: haha yea good times 18. Found out someone was talking about you: i mean yea but i don’t care, keep it comin 19. Met someone who changed you: honestly that happens everytime i get close to someone and i hate it but yes 20. Found out who your friends are: yeeeah sure did 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i guess that could count

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i think almost all??? maybe a couple no 23. Do you have any pets: 1 dog, 6 chickens, and i guess 2 kinda 3 cats now 24. Do you want to change your name: i mean i love my name,, but ive loved the name Alex ever since i could remember so idk 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: A hotel, and a heartwarming chat with a friend in the bathtub till like 4 am haha 26. What time did you wake up: i slept in till like 12 today it was good 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: drawin p 28. Name something you can’t wait for: a new start tbh, like the place i was at was good but i cant wait to be completely independent and to move on from some things

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: about a week ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i think ive grown from all the bad stuff so idk, but if i had to choose one id say all the times ive just gone with the flow and it blows up in my face 31. What are you listening to right now: nothing rn cause ive been listening to the same stuff all day haha  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: mmm dont think so 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: me not being able to tell people how i actually feel !!! 34. Most visited Website: youtube probably cause music hah

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: yeahh, theres moles here 36. Mark/s: couple scars i got for really dumb reasons like burning myself while making cookies or falling off a treadmill hahah 37. Childhood dream: always wanted to be a mermaid , still love mermaids hah 38. Haircolor: brown rn, a little bit of bleached ends 39. Long or short hair: he short  40. Do you have a crush on someone: yea i guess a little one

41. What do you like about yourself: mmmm being able to make friends  42. Piercings: 5 on my ears and one nose ring 43. Bloodtype: ha i really should know this buuut

44. Nickname: smelly haha, oh and asshole alice i think is one 45. Relationship status: there was potential but she lives in Washington (im in Minnesota) 46. Zodiac: aquarius  47. Pronouns: really any i dont care, but i mostly use she/they 48. Favorite TV Show: x files is always good

49. Tattoos: im thinking of getting the solar system around my arm

50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: dose a root canal count ? 52. Hair dyed a different color: used to be orange 53. Sport: used to be in gymnastics 55. Vacation: love Mexico 56. Pair of trainers: uhhhhh nope

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: nothing rn 58. Drinking: kinda want some water 59. I’m about to: go downstairs to get some water probly 61. Waiting for: idk to get tired so i can finally sleep i guess 62. Want: $$$! and cats! oh and friends(just in general)!!! 63. Get married: eh,,, if it happens its cool if it doesn’t oh well 64. Career: gonna try to be an animator, if that fails i guess ill run away and live in an abandoned water tower or something

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: probly hugs 66. Lips or eyes: i guess eyes,,, but when those lips are good thats 👌👌👌 67. Shorter or taller: no preference i guess 68. Older or younger: also no preference  70. Nice arms or nice stomach: abs are niceeee 71. Sensitive or loud: some of both ? 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship probably 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker cause i think im the hesitant one at times

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: yup

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: many times with the contacts, good thing theyr the daily ones 77. Turned someone down: a real long time ago but

78. Sex on the first date: not into that sorry 79. Broken someone’s heart: sure hope not 80. Had your heart broken: yeah, but its all good now 81. Been arrested: no but i keep having dreams of it and when i wake up i get it confused with reality haha 82. Cried when someone died: of corse 83. Fallen for a friend: ehh i dont think i knew what it was at the time but kindof ??? real lowkey tho real lowkey

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: not too much lately haha 85. Miracles: i guess 86. Love at first sight: didnt for the longest time but then it happend to me soo 87. Santa Claus: haha no sorry 88. Kiss on the first date: that just seems kinda weird idk

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: ive got a lot of friends and i dont like ranking them but some are @elliox, @nart-snart, @deez-lockz, @alieyawn, @echeveriia, @the-fourth-musketeer, @lcxiegrey, and @hackin-cactus 91. Eyecolor: hazel 92. Favorite movie: too hard to choose,, i usually just choose a miyazaki movie off the top of my head when i get asked this

I tag: hah well so many have already been tagged,,, but everyone i atted will be tagged i guess @

(if u dont wanna do it thats fine too!)

[tashonix]

I was tagged by @consoledacup​ - thanks hottie ;) 

1. Are you named after someone? Nope, just a name that was liked at the time - though I do have my great grandmothers middle name, Louise :) 

2.When was the last time you cried? I have no idea but I can remember crying when I went to watch Hacksaw Ridge a couple of months back

3. Do you like your hand writing? I do actually and have had a few people compliment me on it which is nice :) It’s very small though! 

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Ham, any really but I quite like virginian and champagne

5. Do you have kids? Nope, maybe some day, I dunno

6. If you were another person, would you be friend with you? Of course! Like Janelle I’d like to think I’m pretty loyal and will always have your back, I’m also easy going and love to have a good time :) 

7. Do you use sarcasm? Not often, I’m usually just pretty blunt lol 

8. do you still have you tonsils? Yep and I usually get tonsillitis at least once a year without fail!

9. Would you bungee jump? Fuck no!! 

10. What’s your favorite kind of cereal? Don’t eat it, though I don’t mind cornflakes as honey joy’s or cocoa pops as chocolate crackles heheh

11. Do you untie your shows when you take them off? Yep

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? Yeah I do

13. What’s you favorite ice cream flavor? I’m not much of an ice cream eater and I’m quite a plain Jane so it’s vanilla always for me, though when I visited @cassiannandor​ we went to Ben & Jerry’s and I had this amazing bourbon flavoured one - very said there’s no Ben & Jerry’s anywhere near me to have some more! 

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Eyes and smiles/teeth

15. Red or pink? Red!

16. What is the least physical thing you like about yourself? Extra padding around the middle heheh 

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

It’s hot as fuck here again today (though thankfully starting to cool down!) so I’m sitting here in red and white shorts, no shoes (why would I wear those in the house??)

18. What was the thing you ate? I’m assuming the word “last” is meant to be in that question, so BBQ - honey soy marinated chicken, potato ‘chips’ and BBQ’ed corn 

19. What are you listening to right now? Nothing music wise, but I have got the women’s AFL on which I am very much enjoying :) 

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Probably red/maroon

21. Favorite smell? Hmmm...I don’t have a great sense of smell. I know you shouldn’t but I do really like the smell of petrol lol Then I guess things like strawberry/raspberry, freshly baked things and dark red roses 

22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My stepdad this morning when I went grocery shopping and wasn’t sure what type of rissoles he wanted for the BBQ

23. Favorite sport to watch? AFL, Cricket and Supercars. I actually like to watch most sports, except golf

24. Hair color? Dark brow, through grey hairs are starting to come through! :(

25. Eye color? Blue

26. Do wear contacts? Nope

27. Favorite food to eat? Chines for sure - chicken and cashews. Though I quite like Thai too and chips and lollies heheh 

28. Scary movie of comedy? Comedy always! I HATE suspense movies, always talking myself into when someone is going to pop out. 

29. Last movie you watched? At the cinemas, Assassin’s Creed. I watched St Trinian’s the other night on Foxtel - hysterical! 

30. What color shirt are you wearing right now? Navy blue (hahah how funny Janelle!) 

31. Summer or winter? I’m going winter because summer here means 40 degree days, bleh. My fave season though is Autumn - t-shirt and jeans weather :) 

32. Hugs or kisses? Both! Kissing can be great with the right person ;) I’ll lean more towards hugs though cos they’re easier to come by

33. What book are you currently reading? Hahahaha, I am deep into another romance series and yet again blazing through a book a day (two today actually). Message me if you wanna know :)

34. Who do you miss right now? No one really, everyone is home and happy which is great

35. What is on your mouse pad? It’s black with the Steelseries logo - I use one because I use my laptop on the couch/ottoman in my loungeroom so it’s a nice wide gaming one

36. What is the last tv program you watched? Sense8 with my Aussie fam @leggypeggys​ and @cassiannandor​ :D AFLW Collingwood v Melbourne match right now

37. What is the best sound? Bloody hell, these questions... Uhm... I quite like the roar of a good engine and exhaust system hehehe 

38.Rolling stones of Beatles? Neither

39. What is the furthest you have ever traveled?

New York :) Currently in planning mode for Europe in 2018! 

40. Do you have a special talent? Again this has me stumped! Uhh...I’ve got pretty good pop culture knowledge and a great memory so I’m pretty handy to have on a trivia team :)

41. Where were you born? A regional town in Victoria 

I’m tagging @cassiannandor, @leggypeggys (I know Janelle tagged you but suck it up), @delicatelyglitteryperson, @hemnalini, @bioforensics, @inevitably-inquisitive and @bigfunnywords

[sophighh]

Tag

Another old one that @welovechoiyoungjae tagged me in! Thank you :D

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you’re supposed to answer the thruths about yourself and tag as many people as you want

MOST RECENT:

1. Drink: water

2. Phone Call:  My dad

3. Text: My dad

4. Song you listened to: If with GOT7

5. Time you cried: probably last night.... yea, last night. you guys can probably guess why..... top

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice: Nope

7. Been cheated on: No

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: yes

9. Been depressed: …….. I meannnnnnn. Yea lol

10. Lost someone special: Not because they died but yea

11. Been drunk and thrown up: hahaaaaaa. yea

LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12. Black

13. blue

14. Red

In The Last Year Have You:

15. Made any new friends: yea

16. Fallen out of love: No

17. Laughed until you cried: omg yes

18. Met someone who changed you: hah. yea...

19: Found out who your true friends are: Yup

20: Found out someone was talking about you: No? Not that I remember so I guess not. UNLESS you count this ONE cunt but I already knew she was talking shit so what ever. (yes I’m bitter)

21: Kissed anyone on your fb list: No

Extras:

22. How many ppl from your fb list do you know irl: Idek who I’m friends with on fb, I never use it.

23. Do you have any pets: I have a smol aka huge dog c: and I wish I had a cat omg...

24. Do you want to change your name: I want to but I don’t know what I’d rather be named. Something cool like Kim or Sam. Not that it’d suit me but what ever haha.

25. What did you do for you last birthday?: I got HELLA drunk with @kpop-dead and @kanilanipani haha

26. What time did you wake up today?: around 10am

27. What were you doing last night at midnight: I was most likely watching Goblin. Or some weird youtube videos.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: Being happy. Moving out. Getting a god dAMN CAT. Aaaaaah, you guysssss. I really want a cat.

29. Last time you saw your mum: Last night

30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I didn’t have social phobia.

31. What are you listening to rn: nothing for once haha

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I don’t think so

33. What is getting on your nerves rn: Life a lot of things

34. Blood type: I have no idea but I always wanted to know

35. Nickname: none

36. Relationship status: Single as fucK. hahaaa I just made myself laugh by thinking Married to the music... I’m trash

37. Zodiac sign: Taurus

38. Pronouns: She/her

39. Favorite tv shows: too. many. But right now The Legend of The Blue Sea, Hannibal, Roommate season 2, Goblin

40. High school: according to sweden I’m done with high school but I never understood other countries school systems lol. Lets just say I’m done with the basics and have now chosen something i’m majoring in

41. College: and I am majoring in baking... yay :))

42. Long or short hair: long 

43. Height: 176cm

44. Do you have a crush on someone: nah i don’t think it’s a crush

45. What do you like about yourself: that I’m open minded

46. Right handed or left: right

47. First surgery: I broke my arm once so I had “surgery” for that.

48. Piercings: My ears were pierced once but something happened lol 

50. First best friend: she was my neighbor back in kindergarten. I think we hated each other but we were always playing. One time I poked her in the eye so her eye was blue for a week HAHA

51. First vacation: I went to Spain with my grandma when I was 7

RIGHT NOW:

52. Eating: Nothing

53. Drinking: Water. Could’ve been vodka but I didn’t feel like leaving my house

54. I’m about to: Finish this and watch Goblin or Roommate

55. Listening to: Didn’t I answer this already? o.o

Want:

56. Kids: Sometimes. I want to adopt tho. 

57. Get married: i guess. But only because I want a nice wedding dress. And a pretty ring. YES I AM A HOE FOR PRETTY THINGS leave me alone hahah

58. Career: Anything but the one I’ll get probably. okay no but something artistic.

Which is better:

59. Lips or eyes: ....... ah..... I love both. but.... eyes?

60. Hugs or kisses: hugs.... I think

61: Taller or shorter: TALLER.

62. Older or younger: olderrrrrrrrrrrr

63. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous I think? idk haha

64. Nose, stomach or nice arms?: I like arms. 

65. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker probably

Have you ever:

67.Kissed a stranger: No

68. Drank liquor: haha yea

69. Lost glasses/contacts: No

70. Had sex on the first date: nope 

71. Broke someone’s heart: Maybe

72. Turned someone down: yea

73. Cried when someone died: No

74. Fallen for a friend: yea

Do you believe in:

75. Yourself: Never heard of her?

76. Miracles: Nope

77. Love at first sight: Yea

78. Heaven: No 

79. Kissing on a first date: Yes

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