#is their ship name marvin?

[neeeeeoposts]

the boyz 12!!!!

(crap animatic i made during the span of an afternoon)

i might post this to my yt later but its 11 pm n im tired so

[starkidobsessedgiantgremlin]

Willam Shakespeare (something rotten) and Doug Simon (Gutenberg) should make out to Thrill of First Love from Falsettos

[lynxxjay]

Can you draw GuyXmarvin or somethin plssss

🙏🙏🙏🙏

TYEM ‼️‼️🗣🗣

[nycto-rotting]

drawing prompts for all the whizvin artists out there

[victorckk]

forgot to post these rushed gay Martians (and shitpost) last night cause I was tired

anyway

[jjstein2]

I'm a day late for Halloween, but I think Marv and Chase dressing up as a dog and a cat would be so so cute :]

i heard dog and cat and chose bluey and garfield. cause why not

[wickfordkoko]

hello! a while ago, you drew some lovely bess/henry fanart, mentioning that someone (presumably me, as I'm the only person I know of who has ever brought that ship up) had mentioned that they might be a good match, and that you weren't entirely convinced yet. if you're still curious about them, I recently wrote a fic for them that is now up on ao3! archiveofourown . org / works / 56932018

there's no need to publish this, I just wanted to let you know :D

omg I will definitely check it out!! Tysm for letting me know! It was so long ago that idk who I was referencing, but you're a safe bet because not really anyone talks abt this ship.

I will go read it soon <3 <3

[kalcifers-blog]

Henrik x Marvin ?

OOOOOO okay so this is a B or an A for me- it's not a ship I interact with a lot but I fuck with this so much. I just know these guys are bitter rivals to lovers kinda vibe. They're just as similar as they are different, they have similar values and motives but are completely different in how they address things. I just know they are scary when they debate (they're flirting. No one else realises that tho because they're a bit insane with it)

There's something deeply profoundly wrong with both of them the absolute freaks I fully support it

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Part 2 of my fav Nancy Drew tiktoks

[cloudydayjoy]

Marvin fankids would look like soot gremlins

[ultravioart]

okay crackship time: Peepers and Marvin getting along really well, and eventually Marvin asks how old Peepers is since he's senior to his army, and Peepers thinks he's using silly wordplay, not realizing the Martian empire actually runs on age seniority: P: "Why, I've been 42 since birth." X: "Really! How fascinating." P: "That... was a joke, Marvin." X: "Ah." (silence) P: "Yeesh, relax, (laughs) I'm only 24!" X: "ONLY?! 24 thousand is very young!" P: "Oh, Hah. Hah. Very funny." X: "Do not 'Hah' me! I'm being serious!"

[jbwashere]

I present Mori! This is just a personalized ref sheet. I'm not sure what direction I want to go with him atm, and I'm still trying to figure out His and John's ship name. So much to do… Marvin is there too ig

[victorckk]

Here’s some Casimir and Marvin stuff from last night because the silly gay Martians are taking over my brain

Once I go to visit my fam this weekend I’ll be able to doodle some more of him

Hopefully

If I have the energy for it

Ah yes.. more Casimir + AOT stuff because I fixated on it a little too hard for the past 5 years 😭

[spawksstuff]

De on Merv Griffin Star Trek II Promotion

Transcript below.

Merv: Well you saw DeForest in this last scene that we saw appear uh not the docking the- what do you call it? The?

Leonard: I’m not going to help you.

Merv: Whatever they do with the ship in space to get it going.

Leonard: We’re taking it out of space dock.

Merv: Taking it out of space-that’s what you call it?

Leonard: Yes.

Merv: They were taking it out of the space-I thought there were technical words.

Leonard: Space dock is Bones McCoy.

Merv: Going to de-dock. De-dock the spaceship Yeah, yeah.

William: (unintelligible)

Merv: Well this is the young fella who portrays the outspoken ship’s surgeon Doctor Leonard Bones McCoy. Would you please greet DeForest Kelley.

DeForest: First off-

(unintelligible)

DeForest: Yeah. I want to tell you that I have nothing coming out other than Star Trek II except a 75-year-old turtle which just came out of hibernation.

William: Oh my word.

Merv: You wanna talk about it DeForest?

DeForest: Well her name is Myrtle

Merv: Myrtle the Turtle?

DeForest: Myrtle the Turtle which is a very original name of course.

Leonard: He or she?

DeForest: Myrtle’s a she. I gave you remember?

Leonard: Yes I remember.

Merv: And how do you know she’s 75? Where’d you peak around?

DeForest: Well a friend of ours gave us the turtle which was shown to a vet and the vet arrived at the age.

William: The rings around the shell.

DeForest: The rings around the shell and we’ve had the turtle 10 years and we felt it would be a good thing to have something in the house older than both of us.

Merv: Was the house in an uproar when she came out of hibernation?

DeForest: Just a terrible uproar. It upsets us each spring, it’s a terrible feeling-but I’m glad she’s out. But I must tell you something before I forget about it. I’m so scared, I never do talk shows you know.

Merv: Well we’re delighted you’re here

DeForest: I’m absolutely a wreck I must tell you

William: You don’t like a wreck Leonard-DeForest

Leonard: You look alright.

Merv: You look very relaxed and comfortable.

DeForest: Thank you.

Leonard: You’re handling it beautifully De.

DeForest: That’s what you always tell me.

Merv: You’ve not always been a good guy on film.

DeForest: No, no I haven’t.

Merv: You had your years of being the bad guy.

DeForest: Yes indeed. Yes, a great number of them.

Merv: Which is preferred DeForest?

DeForest: I don’t know. I spent about 10 years trying to get out of the heavy department. There were a group of us running around at the time, James Coburn, and a guy named Jack Elam, with the crazy eye, and there were about 5 of us that were running from show to show. And I got into this thing, I like them because they really are the most interesting roles I find actually.

Merv: More guts to ’em.

DeForest: But then like everything else, I wanted to get out of it. And I had just- I was finding my way out of it, slowly. I had done a film called “Raintree County” in which I got away-he was still a heavy, I kill Lee Marvin in the show.

Merv: That very seldom almost ever happens.

DeForest: But he was a good guy as far as I was concerned. I only kill one guy. But then Eddie Dmytryk put me in a role at Paramount called “Where Love Has Gone” and that was not a heavy. Then I went into Star Trek after that and I got into the Doctor McCoy thing.

Merv: And you’ve just been a lovely person ever since.

DeForest: Yes, I’ve just been darling.

Merv: What’s your most vicious moment on the screen do you feel DeForest?

Leonard: Insulting me.

DeForest: Yes, this is right here.

Leonard: All the time.

DeForest: My situation right here.

Leonard: This is terrible what I have to put up with him.

DeForest: I must tell you about some friends of yours that I do not know personally but on Star Trek one, I went to Australia and New Zealand to do some promo stuff for the film and on the way back I stopped in Hawaii for rest and relaxation. And while there, I was staying at the Kahala Hilton, if you’re familiar with it-

Merv: Very

DeForest: The units that are in the back of the hotel that lead right out to the beach the apartments-

Merv: Oh yeah right out on the-

DeForest: Yes.

Merv: Everyone always fights for those.

DeForest:  And all we did was sleep we were so you know with the jetlag and the whole thing so I had been down to the pool a couple of times and found that it wasn’t too- hi Bob how are you? That it wasn’t-that’s Bob Sallin

Merv: We know.  

DeForest: Yeah we saw him. You put the camera on him, handsome. We had, Carolyn had not been out of the unit hardly at all and I had wondered out. I went to the swimming pool and I found the usual thing, signing autographs and that sort of thing. And I thought well that’s no fun so, but I did see this beautiful coral reef running out to sea and I said, “Carolyn” I said “before we go back to California” I said “you gotta come out, at least walk out on this coral reef”. So we walked down these steps and there was the grass and then the beach. And as we got to the foot of the stairs this applause, tremendous applause, these people on the beach, started to applaud and I thought “My God it can’t” you know this is impossible.

Merv: Well your best performances-

DeForest: Carolyn said “just ignore it and keep walking”. I said “I can’t do that.” They just kept applauding and kept applauding. I said “I can’t do that” I said “I must go and speak to them, at least say hello.” So I walk out there, and here was Don Rickles and his wife.

Merv: Probably coming out of the coral.

DeForest: That’s right, out of the coral. Steve and Eydie.

Merv: Oh the whole gang.

DeForest: And Bob Newhart and his wife. I had never met them before. Come to find out they’re the biggest Trekkies in the world. They had seen the film the night before and they were thrilled with it. The only thing was they Eydie said that she was very unhappy about the theme, the music, and she missed the Star Trek theme. But I had to tell you that because I’ve seen them on your show so many times.

Merv: Oh I know. And I have also been there at the same time they have been at the Kahala.

DeForest: They go there every Christmas.

Merv: And the only fortunate one who is ever there is that dolphin who can swim underwater and get away from Don Rickles. Let’s show another-I can’t wait. I figure if I show enough of these clips I won’t have to pay to see the movie.

DeForest: We haven’t seen it.

Merv: Oh, well this is where Khan, or “Can” as the case may be. Richardo “Mat-ol-ban” Montalban has killed almost everybody but Captain Kirk. (Note: earlier Shatner was being interview alone, and at one point he pronounced "Wrath" as "Wroth" so Merv and Leonard had been teasing him about his pronunciation .)

DeForest: I see.

Merv: Oh you haven’t seen it?

DeForest: No I haven’t seen it.

Merv: Is there a doctor in the house?

DeForest: But I see what you’re talking about. Yes, you’ve got it here.

Merv: Another scene from Star Trek II. Watch.

When they come back from the clip William talks about Ricardo and then they go to a commercial so I ended it here. The interview continues with Bibi Besch coming out, but I have not been able to find that portion of it.

[downbadfororcs]

Faltered Action

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IM ALIVE thank you all so much for being so patient and so supportive 😭 I’m so so sorry it’s been so long. Thank you all for your comments and reblogs and likes it’s been so motivating and so nice to see i really hope this next next part lives up. Love y’all!!

Xoxo

Ps. Tw: nightmares, swearing, mentions of violence I think

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As the orc turned to leave, something caught his eye. Kneeling down, Xürgarh picked up a small card with shining letters.

“East Docking Trading, Post, and Services”

He flipped the card over, never seeing anything like it, on the back was scribbled with ink:

“Ask for James”

The writing was in Old English, must be a human based port. Not uncommon but large groups of humans aren’t often found anymore, not since the great wars. Xürgarh turned over the card again before placing it in his pocket and swiftly leaving, not wanting to draw more attention than he already might’ve.

Xürgarh returned home, shuffling off his cloak and outside garb. He placed the card on the coffee table, occasionally looking it over once more before placing it down. He stared into the hearth, thinking, until his eyes grew heavy, falling asleep on the couch.

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Pain. Pain and agony is all you feel, pounding and throbbing across your body as the scene you’re trapped in progresses. Familiar faces and events play over and over. A burning ship sticks out, the heat is unbearable, making everything feel as if it’s ablaze. The act itself is almost beautiful, as all of the souls it’s taken once before escape. Somethings wrong though. They aren’t sent above the clouds as they should be. They swirl and combine like a thundering storm, a violent one at that, so fast that the faces you one recognize are contorted beyond recognition. They begin to swarm around you, all the voices and screams, the searing hot pain of it all is overwhelming.

It suddenly stops. You feel cold. It’s so sudden it’s startling, compelling you to finally open your eyes.

Light floods the room, after a few blinks Marvin’s figure is more recognizable, as well as his worried gaze.

“Thank god you’re awake. That was a nasty nightmare that one, I was beginning to worry you wouldnt wake up”

As he walks off he carries a cloth with him, placing it back in a bucket and wringing it out before placing it back on your forehead

“You’re sweating through the sheets, I’ll have to change them while you’re in the bath. How do you feel?”

Marvin assists as you fight to sit up, hissing with a flinch as your side radiates in agony

“Like shit”

He smiles at your answer

“Better than being dead no doubt, if you hadn’t been found I don’t wanna know what would’ve happened”

“But who found me?”

“You don’t remember, i was afraid you had a concussion, let me see your eyes-“

“No no no get away from me it hurts-“

“It’ll only be a second”

“I’ll bite you. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again”

“I know, I have the scar on my hand to prove it”

Marvin chuckles and sits down on the edge of the bed

“Alright alright I’ll leave you for now, maybe you’ll remember later. How does a bath sound”

“Gods yes. Do you have any more of that bath stuff?”

“You’re lucky I have any left, the ladies around town hound me for it whenever their monthly happens, apparently it’s the best pain solution around. Come on”

He gently lifts all the covers he trapped you under, removing the cloth from your head before picking you up. Marvin apologizes as he hears a multitude of pain sounds the whole way to the bathroom, after a few moments of water running you’re left in the massive tub.

The water has a purple tinge, with lavender and light floral scents filling your senses. Any agony and discomfort is washed away the longer it soaks in your skin. Leaning against the back of the tub, last nights events play over and over in your mind. Slowly, a face of an attacker and rescuer becomes more clear. Only one is missing a name, the other carries a title best forgotten.

After a while the water goes cold and you make your way out of the tub, draining the water before eventually getting dressed and dragging yourself downstairs to chat with Marvin before he opens up the pub for the day

He smiles as you still sit in the same spot, the only seat which the top is built to be human size.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, loads, still tired though”

“I’d expect so, I’ll give you a little sleeping draught if you want so you won’t be woken up by all the noise-“

“I think I remember who saved me, but I don’t have his name”

“Xürgarh. He’s an orc”

“Figured with a pretty green face like that and being built like a tank, if he comes in tonight can you send him upstairs?”

Marvin stops, setting down the glasses he was cleaning

“Are you sure? You’re still very hurt even if you can’t feel it, I don’t want you to wear yourself out with too much excitement”

“A conversation is not too much excitement”

“No but I know he’s your type and I want to still have my bed intact when I finally go to sleep tonight, that thing was custom made you know”

You felt your face grow hot as you grab some nuts from the bowl Infront of you and throw them at him. Marvin laughs and throws up his hands in defence

“Have mercy! I’m being attacked by a human”

“Fuck off marvin, you haven’t even talked to that centaur you’ve been fawning over since we moved here”

“Hey you know disputes between our kinds just ended, I don’t know how he feels”

“Probably the same and it’s some will-they-won’t-they troupe”

“Oh hush, I’ll let Xürgarh know if he comes in today but I doubt it, usually he has to be dragged”

“Well where does he work?”

“He’s a blacksmith, his workshop is just a block or two from here i think. I’ve only been in once when that drunk elf tried to fight that hoard of halflings with my sword and broke it. You can hardly tell where it snapped unless you’re really looking for it”

“Hmm, you think he can fix the music box from auntie?”

“Oh I’d say so, I can’t believe you still have that since it was-“

Marvin stops as he sees you wince at the memory, placing his hand on yours for comfort. When you finally look up he offers a smile “it’s about time for me to open, you should probably wait upstairs. I’ll come check on you later and I’ll let you know if Xürgarh comes by, probably lead him up and everything”

“Thank you Marvin, I really appreciate it” you return the smile before slipping off the stool gently and making your way back upstairs.

[prettypiscesgal]

Just call my name - Din Djarin

Summary: After Mando suffers a head injury, you’re quick to go help, even though he denies he needs it

Warnings: none

Listen while reading:

Ain’t no mountain high enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

“Mando!” You shout, watching him lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his head was lolling back and forth as if trying to keep himself conscious.

He managed to take down the bounty, but not without taking a few blows. You watched as he collapsed on the floor once he completed the bounty. Now, you were sprinting towards him.

“Mando.” You say, collapsing on your knees beside him and shaking his shoulders. “Come on, time to get up. The kid has been whining for you.” You say, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and helping him up.

He groans as you bring him to his feet before he pushes away from you, “M’fine.” He gruffly replies, straightening himself out.

You scoff at him. He always just wants to seem so tough. You know he took a hard blow to the head, you only hope it’s not too bad. You don’t know how to treat it when you couldn’t take off his helmet. “Mando.. You’re stumbling around. Just let me help.”

“N-no, it’s fine.” He stutters out, stumbling towards the ship. “Just need to take a lil nap..”

He sounds drunk and you’re nervous. Why’d he always have to be so stubborn? “Mando, you’re not fine. And you can’t go to sleep, you could have a concussion.”

“Pfft. Concussion? Nuh-uh” You almost want to laugh at how he tipsy he sounds. He turns around to look at you, motioning to himself, “I’m in perfect condition.”

“Really?” You cross your arms, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes. Watch.” He does a couple spins, as if that is supposed to prove anything. Then, he begins to fall toward, catching himself as you reach out, ready to catch him.

He giggles to himself and now you’re really concerned. Tired of his antics, you grab his hand and drag him towards the ship. He stumbles messily behind you, trying to keep up as you drag him.

Stepping onto the ship, you throw him into a chair and go search through the medicine cabinet. The most you can do is find some pills for him to take. You hear a soft cooing and turn around to find Mando on his stomach, feet kicking in the air and he plays with the kid.

“Aww, you’re so cute aren’t you?” He whispers to the little child, rubbing his ears as it happily coos.

You smile to yourself, pulling Mando up by his cape and plopping him back into the chair. Him and the child both whine at the fact you have broken them apart.

“Okay, I found some medicine I need you to take. It’s our best option. Do you have any other injuries?” You asks, wanting know if there is something you can treat without breaking his creed.

“No, ma’am.” He replies, you can hear the smile in his voice and if makes you flush.

“I’ll leave you alone to take it then. Do not fall asleep.” You point a stern finger at him. He nods once in reply.

You pick up the child on your way out, glancing back one more time before climbing into the cockpit. You hear him mutter what sounded like, “Night, mesh’la.”

-

“Mando?” You call out. No response.

You curse as you climb down from the cockpit. You hope he isn’t asleep, but you know deep down he probably is. You just hope his helmet is still on.

You thank Maker when you find him passed out, helmet still on, but at least the medicine is gone. You smile softly, walking over and shaking him.

“Mando?” You whisper, “C’mon, time to get up.”

He groans, shaking his head in protest before turning to look at you. You give him a soft smile, thankful that he isn’t dead.

“How’re you feeling?” You ask.

“Better.” He grumbles, seeming like his old self again, “Sorry about..”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s quite funny to see the big bad Mandalorian giggling and spinning around.”

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and you know if you could see his face he would be beet red. “Yeah..”

“I’ll go get you some water.” You say, starting to walk away before a hand grabs onto you.

“Thank you.” He says softly, the softest you’ve ever heard him say anything. Your whole face flushes at the sudden intimacy.

“You’re welcome, Mando.” You mutter back at him sheepishly, eyes trained on his helmet as if you could see his eyes from underneath it.

“Din.” He replies.

“Gesundheit.” You reply, turning to leave again and he chuckles.

“No. Din. That’s my name.” You turn back to him in shock.

“What?” You gasp, running back over to him as he stands up on wobbly knees.

“Mando, why would you tell me that?” You rush out nervously, “Is that breaking your creed-”

“Shh.” He replies, cutting you off as he holds your arms, trying to calm you down. “Don’t worry about it, mesh’la”

“You said that last night.”

“Said what?”

“Mesh’la.” You murmur, looking up at his helmet and seeing your reflection in it, “What does it mean?”

He goes silent, just staring down at you. The only sense you have that he hasn’t knocked out again is his hands, which are now brushing down your arm to hold your hands in his. You look down at the gesture with a blushing face.

“Beautiful.” He finally speaks and it catches you offguard.

“Huh?”

“It means beautiful.” He admits, bringing your hand up to his helmet and holding it against where his cheek would be, sighing as if he could feel the touch.

“Are you sure you’re not shitting me and it actually means dickwad or something?” You whisper and smile brightly when you’re met with a deep chuckle.

“I would never lie about something like that.” He whispers in reply and you feel your face heat up. “You’re a little red. You alright?”

You can hear the teasing in his voice and you roll your eyes at him, “Fuck you, Din.”

“Not what I expected to hear when you first said my name, but it still sounds so good coming from you.” He admits and you’re not sure you could get anymore red.

“You know, you should get a concussion more often. It makes you such a romantic.” You tease him and he laughs, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, the cool metal a harsh contrast against your burning skin.

“As long as you take care of me after.”

“You know I always will. Just call my name, Din.”

“I always will, Y/N.”