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glittergummy · 4 months ago

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Who Needs Friends? | Exabyte + Blue Bolt fanfic

TW: mind control, slight body horror, loss of mental capacity, kidnapping, vomit mention

Everyone needs friends, even Exabyte. He’s got one special mech in line but will things go as well as he predicts?

Spoilers: it won’t.

Blue Bolt can’t remember the last time he took a hit to the helm so hard he passed out. Actually, he couldn’t remember a lot.

A peaceful day at the autobot base, a careless wander off said base and now he’s waking up to a whole new experience. This wouldn’t be the first time nor the second but it’s not like he could remember!

BB groans, senses bleeding back to his CPU just ever so slightly protected inches from the cave-in of his helm’s frame that showed off a nasty dent.

He could almost feel his fans hitch as he felt the sensation of something *or someone* tugging on his helm, creaking his neck to the side as the dent popped back out and Blue felt a rush of energon right to his mind that almost made him hurl.

He almost missed the presumed kidnapper’s words, voice wavering with his lapse of conscious but coiled together with a jovial tone.

He said something in an apologetic tone, perhaps about him damaging Blue’s helm but it was nothing but mush to his audials as Blue tried to withhold the urge to pass out again; along with the eerie footsteps echoing around him as the threat in the room seemed to be examining him.

A servo grabbed his cheek, or more like his whole head from the side as its size was big enough to crush and snap his neck and limbs in such a sorry and defenseless state.

A slight forceful tilt as Blue Bolt almost jumped out of his chair with a yelp, optics fizzling as he rushed to cover and rub them as a lone wire had tapped into his system from the base of his neck seams and give him a jumpstart to say the least as he wheezed and panted as his fans whirled back on high.

He tried to make a sudden bolt for it, given his name sake but found himself stuck to the chain. One would assume with something like chains or even stasis cuffs if one were so thorough, but no-

Blue Bolt would find his wrists and ankles tightened in bright red wire and bounding him from straying too far from the chair. It almost made them appear sentient as they seemed to shorten in length to pull him back to sit as a mix of a soft and relief hit his oversensitive audio detection field.

Blue Bolt’s optics followed the voice and landed on a very tall (and scary) decepticon, evident by his symbol on his chassis as he looped his long limbs to sit in a chair across the table that BB was seated at currently.

This decepticon was quite a looker and not in a necessarily good way. His smile bright and sharp with rosy tinted silicon baubles at the edges. A huge visor in the shape of an X plastered across his face, and a long contorted body that bended more to the con’s will than physics.

Blue Bolt’s spiked system only kept him on edge, staring up at the horrific mech with a bad feeling in his fuel tank.

Exabyte’s grin widened, chuckling as his long arms rested on the table in front of him.

“What’s the matter? Con got your glossa? Actually, I haven’t even thought of that-“

A shake of his helm as his red pointed audials followed, his eerie grin remaining even as he spoke.

“Nevermind that, see I bought you here for a verrrry special reason!”

The cheery mech chirped, tapping his pointed claws on the table to stim as he ramped up his excitement in his voice.

Blue Bolt didn’t interrupt, perhaps feeling too scared to even say anything and shaking in his place as he just sat there and took what his kidnapper threw his way in terms of words.

Exabyte leaning in, his voice in a hushed whisper for no reason other than his own gimmick in his composed storytime.

“See, I’ve been quite lonely here-“

Blue Bolt had not the shred of CPU power to waste on taking in his surroundings with the threat directly in front of him but if he were, one would notice the location’s quirks.

It appeared to be a base of some sort, with no certainty of it being on a ship or on some random planet in the middle of nowhere. It clearly showed its age and besides a few times of sweeping, it was rundown and covered in grime of the past.

Exabyte must’ve been bunking here, taking the place as fair game to squat as no one else seemed to care. As above and below all that dirt and forgotten architecture was Exabyte’s own touch. He had taken merit to make it his own with his own DIY’d berth on the ground with tons of tarps and breathable mesh, ornaments and doohickeys he had scvanged to put on shelves and on the walls. He even decorated with his own art, quite crudely drawn but it gave an insight to Exabyte’s mindset.

Further oddity was the use of orange and how often an orange mech appeared but Blue Bolt barely noticed anything right now except the energon pumping through his audials in panic. Exabyte continued.

“So I did the sensible thing and youre a perfect fit and now you’re here to keep me company!”

BB felt those words hit him like a truck, almost wishing it was that instead of whatever weird predicament he has gotten himself into not even by choice.

He has mustered the courage to squeak out just a single question.

“What?”

Exabyte’s grin shining as he took this participation as acknowledgement which made his spark happy as he opened himself up to explain.

“I know this might be a lot to take in, but it’ll be fine! I already made sure no one would come looking for you, and you’re so much like me and-“

Blue Bolt’s anxiety boiled over and he yelled in unbridled nerves.

“I WANT TO GO HOME!”

Exabyte was caught off guard at the outburst but shook his helm, smile twitching as he tried to reassure.

“Your home is here now! Really, I promise, it’ll be-“

Blue Bolt was way past paralysis and now freaking out, screaming at Exabyte and switching between begging and accusations.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!”

Blue Bolt choked out a sob but this just made Exabyte more agitated and angry as his audials dipped back and his smile began to frown, gripping the table.

“Lower your voice. It’s out of your control now, you just need me to take care of everything.”

Building and building did neither of them any good, Blue Bolt was screeching and Exabyte’s mood had sharply dropped along with his patience.

Blue repeated over and over to be let go as he kicked his legs and tried to pull at his restraints, full-on panicking as his fans clicked to try and rush to keep his internals cool as his emotions heightened.

Exabyte stood up so fast that his own chair fell back, warning Blue Bolt to calm down before he really did do something he’d regret.

Blue wouldn’t listen, he couldn’t as his CPU looped around to express just how scared he was and how he couldn’t adapt.

Exabyte slapping his servos over his audials to try and drown out some of the unpleasantries as he shook in rage. He wanted to find his words, he wanted this to *go smooth*. It didn’t and now he really was angry.

“SHUT UP! IF YOU MAKE THOSE ANNOYING GARBLES ONE MORE TIME-“

As predicted, Blue Bolt just fought against everything, ripping the wires as he stretched them and they seemed to emit a soft screech of their own as they dangled lifelessly when severed.

Exabyte had enough and he pulled out his trump card, flashing his palms to show the 5 small holes along the tips of his fingers and out did shoot similarly red wire. It grappled around Blue Bolt, trying to restrain him and his limbs that had freed themselves as Exabyte balled his fists and pulled him to the ground as Blue Bolt’s screams shifted to pain rather than despair.

It happened so quickly as Blue Bolt tried to struggle. A familiar wire sneaking up while he dealt with the rest coiling around him like tiny snakes and finally-

Blue Bolt gasped and went rigid. His optics wide as the wire had pierced a former small hole it had made earlier in the back of his neck to connect to his internal wiring and seize his grievances. No more screaming, no more struggling.

Exabyte panting as he started to calm down as Blue finally had shut up and his smile returned.

“Th-There, that’s better…”

Blue Bolt’s optics glazed over and rolled back tiredly as his pupils stitched into red marks in the shape of an X, lighting up a similar visor shape across his face like Exabyte as the unruly con opened his grip and let his wires unspool as they played with BB’s limp body like a doll to return him to sitting.

Blue Bolt just looked like he was in a daze, groaning under his breath and twitching as he swayed on the spot. A few wires wrapping around his torso to keep him seated upright and the one lingering its deep rooted connection in his system to keep him compliant.

Exabyte returning to his seat with a sigh of relief as his wires detached and inched over to loop around and dig into Blue Bolt’s frame to embed their resolve as Exabyte smiled.

“I bet you feel so much better now. See, no reason to see me as the bad guy!”

Blue Bolt’s scrambled CPU was being infested by these parasitic wires, and he felt he couldn’t think at all as they wormed deeper into his vessel of a body. They wrapped around his spark chamber, tapped into his voice box and energon lines.

The small helpless autobot blinked slowly, one optic slower than the other and then his smile grew. No sharp dentae in sight but it held up as red baubles complimented his cheeks and Exabyte mirrored that smile with a laugh.

“Not so different after all, like I said, Blue Bolt…”

#ill edit this later #I needed to be self indulgent with exabyte #transformers #maccadams #gigi giggles #transformers animated #transformers one #transformers g1 #transformers prime #transformers ocs #original characters #my writing #oc: exabyte #oc: blue bolt

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benjiedrawings · 2 years ago

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2023 meet the artist! :)

ID: Digital illustration following the annual art challenge called Meet the Artist, with some key info about me: my name and age, pride flags, social media handles, what I usually carry in my backpack, my pets and a drawing of me. On the top part, “Meet the Artist 2023 - Benjamin 19 birthday cake illustration 2003″ is written. Next to it there are four flags: one is the brazilian flag, followed by the trans pride flag, nonbinary pride flag and aromantic pride flag. Under the flags, there is a rainbow infinity symbol and a rainbow infinity symbol shaped like butterfly, the symbols of autism and ADHD respectively. Under it there are two columns. The first one has a golden star on top, my likes, and it is a list of three items in english and then in portuguese: rain, drawing, plushies. The second one, in the same format, but with a broken golden star on top, my dislikes: loud noises, mushy food and routine changes. On the right corner is an illustration of me, sitting down with one arm resting on my thigh and the other holding up a peace sign. I smile at the viewer, my skin is white, I wear round black glasses and I have dark brown eyes. My hair is teal colored and short and curly slash wavy, both sides are shaved. I’m wearing a white hoodie with a Spirited Away illustration on it of Chihiro, no-face and haku, its hood is light teal and front pocket is light pink. I wear black jeans with two golden chains to the side, and yellow all-star converse sneakers. On the left side is an illustration of my backpack, which is black with yellow sewing and has two keychains, an elephant and a llama. Next to it are a few items I always carry with me: my yellow soundblocking headphones, yellow water bottle, a silver umbrella, a gray lunch bag with a green bento box and strawberry juice box inside, a totoro coin pouch, a blue notebook with a blue pen and yellow highlighter next to it, and a few stim toys: a mini pink penguin, a cube with green buttons to click, and a yellow fidget spinner. Under me is three cat head silhouettes and four dog head silhouettes with pets written above it, their names and gender under each of them. In order: Pipoca, female, a calico cat, Amora, female, a black cat, Rato, male, a white cat with grey spots on his forehead, then under those: Luna, female, a black dog with white mouth, Lolita, female, a white dog with brown ears, Wolverine, male, a brown dog with black spots, Mel, female, a brown dog.

#meet the artist #mta #mta2023 #meet the artist 2023 #benjiedrawings #2023 #art challeng #digital illustration

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girisstuxxd · 2 years ago

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WHAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN IN SOLAR OPPOSITES SEASON 4

*terry and korvo to resolve their dispute from the little mountain lake episode*

*the replicants (or pupa) to call terry and korvo “dad” or “dads”

*The valentines special to LIVE UP TO ITS NAME JESUS CHRIST DONT DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE LET THEM BE ROMANTIC PWEEEASE I BEG*

More yumyalack moments! Poor emo boy:((

Jesse focused episode

TERVO WEDDING TERVO WEDDING TERVO WEDDING

What will probably happen in solar opposites season 4

The dispute will be brushed off but then later on they come back to it and make up/ just burry it

The pupa will mistakenly call them dad or dads and then terry starts crying

Mayhaps ONE ounce of romance….pwease 🥺

Yumyalack does his own thing/ side mission

More screetime dedicated to the wall (which I’ll happily take as well)

(Might come back to this post when the episodes actually release to see what I got right, lawl xD)

Solar opposites season 4 ‼️SPOILERS‼️

*typing on August 14th, 11pm*

Okay so…I was only right about a few things XD

Their specific dispute that we saw last season (little mountain lake) WAS actually talked about/ mentioned? But mostly through the red goobler (Chris) explaining it to Jesse when she had her own goobler. I actually liked that him and korvo actually met again so it could be explained that for korvos goobler to disappear he has to get over that specific issue he has (like Jesse did).

Pupa hasn’t called them dads yet, but he acts more of a toddler (and they acknowledge that what their family needs to do is important for the pupa and I like that structure they had) which is AMAZING, because holy shit they act like a family so many times this season 😫💝💕💕 (and call each other a family and it’s amazing 🥺💕💕)

ONE OUNCE OF ROMACE?!?!!?! ERmMMMM more like 10 cups of it 0//////0 we were FED a BOUNTIFUL this season and the village is thriving.

Cough cough pinroll

Yumyalack does do his own thing and gets a bit of characterization but nothing else really. The birth a day episode was like a little glimpse of it, however it was very nice :3 and I like the way they’re taking his character.

More screen time DEFINITELY, and FINALLY A MOMENT OF FUCKING PEACE AND TRANQUILITY IN THE WALL THANK FUCKING CHRIST IT WAS A RELIEF. The silvercops also got alot of attention here as well! And it was pretty good; the world that was created by symbolically establishing anti-cop messages (which I LOVE) was amazingly done and I appreciate that they didn’t shy away from showing the ugly side of things (ie. discrimination, violence, gentrification, etc).

The ending of the silvercops plot kinda confused me though like wtf? Uhhhhh what’s happening….?

❤️ 💕bonus stuff!! 💝💞

Canonical terry dyscalculia? FUCK YES YESSS

WE GOT MORE SHLORP WORLD BUILDING YESS

Aisha characterization yayyyyy!!! I love her so much 🥺

Jesse and yumyalack sibling bonding!!!! Yippie yippie yippie

Not gonna lie the way korvo acts this season makes me wanna punch him, like why is he a dick?? Sure his character in early seasons was grumpy but he never really went out of his way to be an ass, just controlling or salty, but no! The whole goobler thing with him and Jesse and him roasting yumyalack went way too far (in my opinion) and it also just made me uncomfortable like dude, that’s ur kids SHUT THE FUCK UPPP rahhhhhh.

Terry and korvos relationship definitely improves though.

The ending of the season…..*deep breath* I’m mixed about it, like I know it’ll be solved in the upcoming valentines special but a little part of me is worried that it’s just gonna be a “hahah we got you, they’re actually gonna be humans and get discriminated against again” and that makes me scream.

I’m mixed about it because I’m curious about how this’ll work yet I fucking hate how they couldn’t just talk it out at home (like they usually do)

I just *hhHHYGYGYGYgy* I..I’m scared, but also excited.

Overall, I did really like this season, a lot of the parts made me happy stim and about make my heart skip beats. I’m so ecstatic for what’s next 🥺💕💕

#solar opposites #solar opposites korvo #solar opposites terry #solar opposites pupa #solar opposites yumyulack #solar opposites jesse #solar opposites season 4 #if at least ONE thing happens #I’ll shit myself #tervo wedding needs to happen I swear #i’ll cry #no wedding :(…..yet #the gays really gayed this season #just take them to therapy for fucks sake

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the-autistic-agoraphobe · 10 months ago

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Autistic April Day 26: Your Clothing Prefences

As for me I tend to have a very strong preference to dresses as opposed to pants there are several reasons for this and these reasons include no wedgies, I feel pretty in dresses and trauma related to a high school bullying incident relating to me wearing pants. I really like dressing feminine and in cottage core style because that makes me feel pretty and confident.

I also can only wear some fabrics because I can't stand the texture of other fabrics such as nylon. There is no way I would wear my brothers gym shorts I hate them with a passion their evil.

I think every Autistic person should dress with their own sense of style and what ever makes them feel comfortable. I see many Disabled people online who dress really cool and fun.

Image Descriptions:

1: I am a white woman with dark brown hair that is tied up in a bun and parted in the middle. I am wearing a flower crown with green leaves and small what flowers on my head. On my ears I have green frog earrings. I am in my late twenties. I am wearing a dress the top part of the dress is purple and has embroidery on the front that resembles pink and green flowers in white diamonds and the bottom part of the dress is green, pink and purple vertical striped. There are also two pockets on the front of my dress. I have my left hand on my hip and I am doing a peace sign with my right hand. I am smiling. Beside me the phrase "The dress that I upcycled" is written in black text.

2: I am wearing a pink rose flower crown on my head. I have white flower earrings on my ears. I am wearing a pink orange and white floral dress with a woolley cardigan that has pink and orange flowers on it. I am also wearing a green lanyard with sunflowers on it. I am holding Tay-boo who is a pink furby. I am near some pink balloons. I am holding a speech bubble shaped sign beside Tay-boo which makes it look like Tay-boo is saying "life in plastic it's fantastic."

3: I am standing beside a blue car in an undercover car park. I have long dark brown hair that is tied up and I have a fringe. On my head I am wearing a flower crown with yellow flowers. I am wearing a green lanyard with sunflowers on it. I am wearing a dark blue dress with koalas and gum leaves on it. I am holding three gnomes. The gnomes are all dogs. The first gnome is white and has a blue pointy hat and yellow pants. The second gnome is yellow with a red pointy hat and green pants. The third gnome is brown and has a moustache and a shovel. The gnome has a red pointy hat and a green outfit with a belt.

4: There are a list of prompts for each day of the month for Autistic April. The top and bottom of the image is light purple and the middle part of the image is white with black text on it. The black text says "Autistic April 2024 Prompts: 1: Special interests 2: How you found out you were Autistic 3: your favourite stim 4: alternative forms of communication 5: your favourite fidget toys 6: textures you hate 7: safe foods 8: other disabilities you have 9: LBGTQI+ 10: childhood special interests11: comfort items 12: your favourite Autistic celebrities or characters13: unmasking 14: sensory aids 15: misdiagnosis 16: Autism friendly places 17: Disability support you have received 18: animals 19: favourite thing about being Autistic 20: echolalia 21: idenity first or Person first language 22: the spoon theory

23: colours that represent Autism (not blue) 24: Autistic owned small businesses 25: meltdowns and/or shutdowns 26: Your clothing prefences 27: Self care 28: Relatable Autism memes 29: Accessibility 30: routines" There is an infinity symbol that is half red and half gold on the top right corner of the white section. End Description.

#actuallyautistic #autistic #autism #autismacceptance #autism acceptance month #autisticapril #autisticfashion

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moonsdesolatevoid · 3 years ago

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fandom: supernatural

pairings: platonic

warnings: none :]

word count: 871

summary: reader gets excited and shakes their hands and it turns into a learning experience for everyone.

notes: neurodivergency and the need to write comfort fics </3

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the library was many things, it had all sorts of books that peaked my interests, it had varying degrees of subjects and genres, and it was a place of peace. something a hunter could never truly afford, solitude. solitude in an otherwise insane world.

i skimmed the small wooden shelves located near the tables. trying to find a book i could read to help with the current hunt we had going on. eventually find and settling on the book i needed. i picked it up, it was a book on mythology and i skimmed the content on the pages, looking for a specific pantheon. as i found the one i wanted i began to read the worn yellow pages.

the boys had walked into the corner i settled myself in, unbeknownst to me as i continued to read. absentmindedly getting excited about what i was beginning to piece together. my hands were balled up in light fists and had begun shaking in front of my torso loosely at a fast pace.

“why do you do that thing with your hands?” dean piped up quizzically looking towards me as he mimicked the motion i was doing. my hands stop shaking frantically and i look over towards him a bit startled. not having heard them coming over to the corner i was situated in.

“oh, sorry” i muttered this was not on the list of things i needed to worry about. i would say i felt weird about them finding out about this. but what we do for a living is a bit stranger. so i tucked the bad thoughts away. hoping this doesn’t end on a bad note.

“no no sweetheart, you don’t have to stop with the thing. i was just curious why you do that” dean reassured as he sat down across from me at the table. he leaned back in his chair as he waited to see if I would respond to his question.

“oh!! it’s a stim i do when i get really happy or excited about something” i explain as i did the motion again. getting excited that i didn’t have to bid the action farewell. dean did the action again as i did. surprise was written on his face as he saw how comforting it is.

“what’s a stim?” castiel asked as he tilted his head to the side a little. he stood not too far off from dean and i. he wasn’t used to hearing one of these human terms. although, he did mention seening humans do similar actions close to the one i had done.

“it’s when you have the need to move around extra energy” sam summed up looking towards cas and then back to me. “what did you find?” he asked as he made his way over to where i sat.

“the symbol we saw at the shack wasn’t a bad occult symbol. it was a bindrune meant to keep a person protected and safe.” i say pointing to the page with the symbol written on it. “they are a practitioner in the norse pantheon. they were trying to ward off evil spirits themselves,” i finished before standing up with the book still open.

castiel crossed the threshold of the room and stood off to the side behind me. “so there’s no case then?” castiel asks as he looks over my shoulder to see the page with the bindrune i had mentioned. glancing at it once and going into deep thought. searching for his own answer in his mind.

“not exactly, there could be something after them. chances are they’re just in need of protection” i spoke thinking of the possibilities of why they needed the bindrune on all walls of the abandoned shack.

“how do bindrunes work exactly?” castiel and dean asked aloud. i was a little surprised it wouldn’t have come up in the journal their dad once carried and wrote in. but there is only so many notes you can write in a day because it’s almost impossible to not leave a stone unturned. there isn’t enough hours in a day to do all the ample research on each and everything that plagues this world.

“it’s a rune that consists of different runes. each rune has their own name, meaning, and correspondance. if i wanted to have a bindrune for good luck i could use ᚷ(gebo) and ᚨ(ansuz)” i speak animatedly.

“alright, maybe we can find something on what could be following them. but if you say it’s just a ward of their own then i say we leave it” dean comments leaning forward in his chair. “i want to hit the bar before we’re on the road again” he muses. he had found an interesting looking one not far from the motel we were staying at.

“it’s always the bars,” sam teases his brother as we all begin to look for books. “i’m honestly surprised you haven’t clogged an artery yet” he continues. despite the teasing, the bars were always housed with memories. and no one would change it for the world. for it was a staple in an otherwise constant sea of chaos and travel. a home away from home, and nothing beat being with the group. nothing.

#supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #self insert #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester #castiel

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neopronouns · 4 years ago

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just symbol | flag with symbol | just flag

soothstimmian: a gender that feels like soothing/calming stimming and/or is related to calming stimming. it’s calm(ing), and can feel like any sort of stim - humming, rocking, hand flapping, etc. - depending on how the user personally stims to calm themselves and/or when calm. it may feel like it’s overflowing with calm emotions or calming feelings, only appear when the user is incredibly calm/peaceful etc. or when the user needs to be calmed/soothed, be inherently linked to things that make the user stim to calm themselves, etc. can be used by anyone who soothing/calming stims.

another -stimmian term! the flag uses soft, peaceful colors (and, since the colors are already so pastel, i didn’t make a lighter version like the ecstimmian and upstimmian flags). the symbol is the peace sign emoji, to represent calm, along with music notes for those who use music and other noise as a calming stim and a mute symbol for those who use silence as a calming stim!

the term is a portmanteau of ‘soothing’ and ‘stim’ + ‘ian’, and can be used as a prefix (ex: soothstimmianboy).

flag id: the image on the left is of two yellow hands making peace signs that are outlined in orange. to the bottom left of of the hands is a grey speaker sign with a red line through it, to the top right of the hands are three blue music notes, and both are outlined in very light blue-grey. the flag in the center has 5 stripes. in order, they are light yellow, light red, white, blue, and light turquoise. the described symbol is placed in the center of the flag. the flag on the right is just the flag without the symbol. end id.

dni transcript here

#soothstimmian #soothstimmiangender #stimmian #neurogender #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai terms

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jessiebanethedragon · 4 years ago

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt5)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and betrothed are asses.

“Please I am begging you, not Coruscant. Take me anywhere else, do whatever you like, just don’t send me back to him.” You ramble as you're pushed down the stairs from before and forced into a small cell.

“Sergeant's orders,” The clone shrugs. And tears fall freely, whatever awaited you as Nythons wife has now become impossibly worse as a result of your running. You try to stifle them when you see Tech again, and your hands grasp the cold bars.

“Tech!” you screech like a madwoman, “you said you would help me, you said you knew him!” You see him guilty look away, and pull a crate of medical supplies into his arms.

“Wrecker I need you on the deck, Crosshair needs a stim and you know how he gets…” He says to the larger clone, who must go by Wrecker, making the one called Crosshair presumably the one injured in your saving. Wrecker nods and follows him towards the stairs.

“P-please,” You try once more, standing in a cell, with a ruined dress, gunpowder in your hair, battered muscles and tears leaving the only trails of clean skin on your face.

Neither of them even turn to look back at you.

For whatever kind of terrible wife you may have made, you’re a decidedly worse stowaway. You groan at it all, not even having made it a full cycle hidden on the ship before being caught. And the pain from having smashed into the hull of the vessel itself hurts so much, like all of your muscles are stuck in a permanent cramp. You flop onto the wooden floor of the cage the clones have thrown you in, but refuse to cry again.

Above you, an intense argument starts.

“Wield that thing at me again Tech and you’ll lose your hand.” Someone snaps

“It is a stim Crosshair not a kriffing viroblade!” Tech’s voice is easily discernible for that of a clone. You realise it’s softer, and has less of the gritty depth and rather more of a thoughtful comforting sound. So even when he’s frustrated he still sounds kind.

“Wrecker you’re fucking terrible at stealth.” Crosshair, you presume, states.

“Just take the needle vod you need it!” a deeper set voice chimes in.

“Give it to the girl, she hit the hull hardest, not to mention the iron hold Hunt’er must have had on her.” You hear him sigh after that.

“Cross don’t start something…” Tech warns,

“It’s Volim -kriffing- Nython.” He seethes. “Maker forgive us if we give her back to him.”

“I was not aware you had suddenly become so religious…”

Tech.” Crosshair cuts in, “He used to collect Lekku for fun-”

“I know.”

“And Zabarak horns.”

“I know.”

“How many of our brothers did he kill?” “Crosshair I Know!” You hear Tech shout before everyone falls quiet. You hear mumbling next but can't make out what's being said. “Take the stim or don’t, see if I care.” You hear him slam something down before you hear and see footsteps approaching.

Tech makes his way back down into the brig, walking past your cell to put the medpack back on the furthest wall. And you let him walk by you again before saying something.

“Tech?” You croak out, thinking he will keep walking up the few steps back onto the bridge, except he stops, does not turn to you, but stops nevertheless. “I do not know much about Clones…” You admit gulping. “But at least I thought mandalorians had more honor.”

“And do we look like mandalorians to you?” He counters, not with malice but almost as a genuine question.

“Your armor did.” You say and you watch as he turns. Blocking the light that's coming in from the door, his auburn hair and curious eyes that he knows usually get the better of him. And underneath the baggy pants that are tucked into his boots, you see a flash of the under most shirt, a faded symbol on his chest beneath the white layers of loose fitting cloth.

“How do you know what clone armour looked like, and yet not know anything about clones?” He enquires earnestly.

You take a deep breath thinking about how to phrase your answer, and considering you’re on borrowed time you think it's best to keep it short.

“Lekku and Horns weren't the only things he collected.”

His face plummets before he bolts out of the brig.

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The Captain of the havoc Marauder has just about finished his first flask of whiskey when one of his soldiers comes bursting through the doors to his private rooms.

“Have you ever heard of knocking Tech?” Hunter Inquires, his heavy coat draped over his sleeping area and his hat thrown somewhere amongst his pile of clothes. Leaving him in rolled up sleeves, his red bandana and threadbare pants that desperately needed replacing. From here tech can see his traitor branding on the inner arm and the pirate sigil necklace that he’d nicked from Hondo some years back.

“Captain - Sarge…” Tech says quickly knowing his brothers are probably nosing their ways over here sooner rather than later. “I want to propose an alternate route.”

“To Coruscant?” Hunter asks with a raised eyebrow.

“The Alderaanian trading post.” He states firmly. “We’d be there in a matter of rotations, the wind and the currents are in perfect conditions. She’d be out of our hair in days…”

“I’m not harbouring a fugitive, soldier.” Hunter cuts him off glaring.

“She is not a fugitive.” Tech argues, turning around as Crosshair and Wrecker join him in the captain's quarters before turning back to his captain. “That woman has done nothing wrong.”

“He’s right.” Crosshair says agreeing with someone for once. “The Corellian Run is a straight shot to Alderaan.”

“This is not up for debate soldiers.” He grits out.

“We are not giving her to that monster sarge. We’re just not.” Everyone turns to Wrecker in shock, despite his appearance and love for all things gunpowder, Wrecker is always the one to follow orders, to do what needs to be done - never challenge the hierarchy of power.

“Is this a mutiny?” Hunter threatens,

“This is us not throwing an innocent woman into the hands of Volim Nython!” Tech exclaims and even before Hunter can respond the room erupts.

Well, Clone Force 99 was never really known for its teamwork skills anyways.

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You cast your eyes towards the boards that make up the ceiling of the brig when the yelling starts. For all the subtle differences between each Clone it becomes impossible to pick out who is yelling at whom and what they are arguing about.

Well, given your current predicament maybe it was not too hard to pick out what the crew is shouting about.

With a soft sigh you lay flat on the floor of the ship and close your eyes, rocking with the creaking of the hull and your ruined dress splayed out creating a wonderful contrast to the dark wood floor. Perhaps the sea was not as terrifying as you thought. Your fingers explored the wooden floor, gently as to not catch any splinters. Cracked nails brush over hardened wood and cascade over a cold nail. And you stay suspended in what could be your last moments of peace.

After a few moments of trying to block out the shouting your brain catches up to itself. And you roll to one side, fingers moving quicker now as they try to find that same spot. Where everything else is flush, flat barely a difference between warm wood and the cool metal circles of nails firmly embedded one stands taller than the rest.

You stop your frantic hands before they make contact with the rusty nail, it’ll be tricky to work out of the dry wood, and your likely to cut yourself or start an infection through a split fingernail. So you pivot on your bottom, put your hands behind your back for stability and give the nail a calculated kick.

Your foot does little more than bend the thing, and push your skirts up in an unladylike manner, but with this new angle you can safely work the chunk of metal out of the floorboard. And later rather than sooner you are now sitting on the floor, one rusty nail richer.

The obvious call to action is to pick the lock and you doubt your abilities before quickly realising there’s no better plan in sight. And so you push yourself against the steel bars and crock your arm at the worst angle to start working on the lock. Every large wave threatens to snap your shoulder from its socket. Your knees are bruised, your arm hurts so much, and with every fall you were reminded of the not too pleasant experience from earlier and how much your ribs still hurt. And in some combination of luck, movement of the nail, a crash of a wave and maker only knows what else, that final wave sends the nail into place and you crash through the door to the cell as it swings open.

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le-velo-pour-dru · 2 years ago

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What a fun premise!! I love this picrew, the art style is very fun and the choices are awesome (and I'm so happy they included an iDKHOW pin!!!! ^w^)

Tagging (no pressure): @prettylittlelights @battlecriesandroses @date-mate-re-animate @chocolatebonboncookie @bowied-lennox and anyone else who wants to do it!! :P

[ID 1: A picrew of a pale person with straight chin-length brown hair. They're smiling and giving a peace sign. They have brown headphones around their neck, a chew stim necklace, a Lemon Demon hoodie, an iDKHOW pin, and a button that says, "Ask me my pronouns". They are in front of the genderfluid and bigender flags.

ID 2: A picrew of the same pale person, but with thick shoulder-length brown hair. They're smiling and holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have pink heart-shaped glasses a pink bow in their hair, alien themed earrings, a pink spiked choker, a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars, and white angel wings. They're wearing a button-up shirt with a pattern like an 80s bowling alley carpet, with a Lemon Demon pin and a button that says, "Ask me my pronouns". They are in front of the genderfluid and bigender flags.

ID 3: A picrew of a pale person with short hair that's half black and half white. They're grinning while flapping their hands as a stim. They have ghost earrings, a Lemon Demon hoodie, and a button with the symbol for autism on it. They're in front of a background that's half the transgender flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 4: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short hair that's half black and half teal. They have three eyes, and a smile with fangs poking out. They're holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have stickers of hearts and stars on their cheeks, horror-themed earrings, and a black spiked choker with two small colorful necklaces and a necklace with a big UFO hanging off of it. They're wearing a suit with a jacket patterned to look like the game Pac-Man, and a Lemon Demon pin. They're in front of a background that's half the transgender flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 5: A picrew of a pale person with short, straight, brown hair. They're smiling with their tongue sticking out. They have glasses and ghost earrings, and they're wearing a red flannel over a white t-shirt and a fishnet shirt. They have Lemon Demon and Talking Heads pins. They're in front of a background that's half the nonbinary flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 6: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short hair that's half pink and half brown. They're smiling with their tongue sticking out and holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have glasses, but their eyelids are purple, and their eyes are all black except for their yellow pupils. They still have ghost earrings. They're wearing a purple jacket over a pink t-shirt, with a simple black choker, two small colorful necklaces, and a necklace with a big UFO hanging off of it. They still have Lemon Demon and Talking Heads pins. They're in front of a background that's half the nonbinary flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 7: A picrew of a pale person with short, wavy, white hair. They're smiling with their eyebrows downturned, and they have glasses, but their eyelids are purple, and their eyes are all black except for their yellow pupils. They're drawing with a drawing tablet covered in stickers. They have devil horns and dinosaur earrings. They're wearing a button-up shirt covered in beakers and vials with a Lemon Demon pin. They're in front of a background of fire.

ID 8: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short, wavy hair that's half white and half black. They're smiling with one eyebrows raised, and they have glasses, but their eyelids are purple, and their eyes are all black except for their yellow pupils. They're holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have devil horns, black lipstick, and skeleton earrings. They're wearing a colorful tweed suit with a Lemon Demon pin. They're in front of a blue background with yellow eyes on it.

ID 9: A picrew of a pale person with mid-length, wavy, brown hair. They're smiling with fangs poking out, and their hands are up and flopped at the wrists. They have dark freckles on their face and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a hoodie with a fire pattern and a button that says, "she/they". They're in front of the demigirl flag.

ID 10: A picrew of the same pale person, but with shorter brown hair. They're smiling with fangs poking out, and their hands are up and flopped at the wrists. They have dark freckles on their face, small antlers, star earrings, white angel wings, and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a hoodie with a fire pattern and a button that says, "she/they". They're in front of the demigirl flag.

ID 11: A picrew of a person with long ginger hair. They have a slightly worried-looking expression, and there's a red flower on their left side. They have orange, yellow, and white flowers in their hair, wireless earbuds in, and a necklace with a round, green charm. They're wearing a button-up shirt with ghosts on it over a black and white striped shirt, with a Hello Kitty pin. They're in front of a blue background with a white circle behind their head.

ID 12: A picrew of the same pale person, but with shorter hair that's half pink and half ginger. They have a happier expression, and there's a big teal worm on a string to their left. They have a pink bow in their hair, small hoop earrings, and a pink heart necklace. They're wearing overalls with paintbrushes in the pocket over a red button-up shirt with mice on it and a fishnet shirt. They have a black cat pin on their shirt. They're in front of a blue background with a white circle behind their head.

ID 13: A picrew of a pale person with short brown hair. They're looking to the right with a neutral expression, and a phone with a space-themed phone case is to their left. They have acne and headphones over their ears. They're wearing a green t-shirt with a button with the symbol for autism on it. They're in front of a background with color bars seen on a TV screen, with white stars around them.

ID 14: A picrew of the same pale person, but with brown hair shaved close to their head. They're looking to the right with a neutral expression, and a phone with a space-themed phone case is to their left. They have acne, antennae with light blue ends, and an earring shaped like a UFO. They're wearing a suit with a pattern that looks like their skeleton, and a button with the symbol for autism on it. They're in front of a red background with a white scribble behind it.

ID 15: A picrew of a pale person with long dark brown hair. They're smiling, and they have colorful braces. They have glasses and acne. They're wearing a light blue t-shirt with eggs and bacon on it, and a yellow ribbon pin. They're in front of a pink background with a white squiggly border.

ID 16: A picrew of the same pale person, but with pink hair in a bun. They're grinning, and they have a split eyebrow. They have stars above their head, hearts on their cheeks, a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars, and a necklace with the Star of David on it. They're wearing a button-up shirt patterned to look like the Dare To Be Stupid cover over a fishnet shirt, and they have a yellow ribbon pin. They're in front of the aroace flag, with a white squiggly border.

ID 17: A picrew of a pale person with short blond hair. Their eyes are closed and they're smiling, and they have a Cthulhu plush to their left. They have dark freckles, headphones over their ears, a necklace with a mushroom on it, and a necklace with the triple goddess symbol on it. They're wearing a purple hoodie, with a button with the symbol for autism on it, and a possum on their shoulder. They're in front of the sapphic and genderqueer flags.

ID 18: A picrew of a pale person with short brown hair. They looking to the right, smiling and waving. They have colorful clips in their hair, corded earbuds in, butterfly earrings, a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars, and a necklace with a crystal on it. They're wearing a button-up shirt with a pattern like an 80s bowling alley carpet over a rainbow shirt, and they have a button that says, "she/they". They're in front of the unlabeled and aroace flags.

ID 19: A picrew of a pale person with short brown hair. They're smiling and giving a peace sign. They have glasses and a beauty mark to the right of their mouth. They're wearing a navy blue hoodie with a purple ribbon pin. They're in front of the nonbinary and aroace flags.

ID 20: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short brown hair dyed purple in the front. They're grinning and giving a peace sign. They have glasses, duck earrings, and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a colorful cardigan over a purple shirt, with a purple ribbon pin. They're in front of the nonbinary and aroace flags.

ID 21: A picrew of a pale person with mid-length brown hair, half of their bangs being blue. Their eyes are closed and they're grinning. They have acne, brightly colored star earrings, and a necklace with the triple goddess symbol on it. They have a navy blue t-shirt on with rats on their head and shoulder and a button that says, "I use any pronouns". They're in front of the lesbian and aroace flags.

ID 22: A picrew of a pale person with light ginger hair. He's looking to the right, and his tongue is poking out of his mouth, and he's giving the "rock on" sign. He has wireless earbuds in and a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars. He's wearing a colorful button-up shirt with a button that says, "he/him". He's in front of the aroace and transgender flags.

ID 23: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short hair that's half white and half blue. He's looking to the right and smiling, and giving a peace sign. He has wireless earbuds in, a sword earring, a colorful choker, and a simple black necklace. He's wearing a button-up shirt with ghosts on it over a black and white striped shirt, and he has a button that says, "he/him". He's in front of the aroace and transgender flags.

ID 24: A picrew of a pale person with long brown hair. They're smiling. They're wearing a navy blue hoodie and are in front of a white background.

ID 25: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short, darker brown hair. They're smiling. They're wearing a frog hat, dragon and sword earrings, brown headphones around their neck, and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a dinosaur hoodie with a button that says, "they/them". They're in front of the asexual flag.

ID 26: A picrew of a pale person with short hair with blond bangs and brown hair. They're smiling. They have glasses, a beauty mark to the right of their mouth, and skull earrings. They're wearing a button-up shirt with ghosts on it over a black and white striped shirt. They're in front of a dinosaur-themed background.

ID 27: A picrew of a pale person with short, curly, blue hair. Their eyes are closed and they're smiling. They have planets above their head, dragon and sword earrings, and teal dragon wings. They're wearing a denim jacket covered in patches over a t-shirt. They're in front of a background patterned with bubbles, there's a white square behind their head, and there are two ghosts on either side of them.

ID 28: A picrew of a pale person long blonde hair. She's smiling with her tongue sticking out and her hands are up and flopped at the wrists. She has glasses, wireless earbuds in, and mushroom earrings. She's wearing a cardigan over a shirt with a frog on it, and she has My Melody and iDKHOW pins on. She's in front of a pink background with a white circle behind her head.

ID 29: A picrew of the same pale person, but with pink hair in two buns. She's smiling with her tongue sticking out and there's a plush of a rosy maple moth to her left. She has brown moth antennae, glasses, stickers of hearts and stars on her cheeks, corded earbuds in, mushroom earrings, moth wings, and a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars. She's wearing a bee hoodie with iDKHOW and My Melody pins on it. She's in front of a pink background with a white circle behind her head. /end ID]

PICREW CHAIN TIME!!!

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1078070

Using this picrew, make how you currently look vs how you want to look! (Or just one of those, doesn't matter!) Anyone can join, but I'll tag people too!

Here's mine:

Have fun!

@fairy-space @gin-juice-tonic @glitchxcat08 @lemondemonpickuplines @luckynature @labratgurlz @longmasluck @mike--exe @ominous-arcade @penguinsinhell @prettyshitwizard @r0b0-rainb0w @triangleguy @transexualsonic @touchtoneautismphone @touchtonemegaphone @unsubtle-oddities @3v3ry0n3z-fav3-al13n-x3 @4ng3l-g4br13l

#dru speaks #thanks for tagging me in this one!! it's really cool!! ^^#picrew

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homosexual-fast-dancer · 2 years ago

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Beetlemania, peace signs, and record player for whomever you're vibing with rn :0!!

-[void-selfships]

Thank you for the ask @void-selfships :D I vibe so much with Scudworth at the moment and it is so annoying! (/lh /hj)

BEATLEMANIA- What things have your F/O done to make you go weak in the knees, like a lovesick teenybopper?

His completely and utterly looney actions are absolutely adorable and make me go into overdrive, the wackier the better as I always say! (the better at making me stim a little too hard from love and excitement-)

PEACE SIGNS- What symbols remind you of your F/O, and why?

Rectangles, atoms, and double helixes. He has a bit of a rectangular build to him and he’s a scientist, also atoms and double helixes are in the intro

RECORD PLAYER- What oldies remind you of your F/O, and why?

From a character standpoint, I associate him with Sympathy For The Devil because of how he is basically inherently evil but also weirdly charismatic, from a selfship standpoint, Good Vibrations because… it’s one of my favourites…

#thank you for the ask!#f/o ask game #ask game #two wacky scientists walk into a highschool 🔬⚡#jack 🌌

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golden-risuto · 3 years ago

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After so many years, I finally came with a fursona design that will stay!

Auburn Rochan

"Reborn from the mud, like a lotus flower~"

Nicknames: Abbie, Ro-Ro, Burnt @$$.

Species: Soay Sheep mixed with Red Deer.

Build: Chubby/Curvy, average height (5′4″).

Occupation: Child Social Worker and Artist/Writer.

Elemental alignments: Earth and Water types (Most common combo)

Song: I'm Still Standing · Taron Egerton

Background:

After escaping from what it seemed to be an Earth cult along with her dad and siblings, Auburn was left with the good ol' question of "What am I going to do with my life?" once her family settled down in a safe place. She enrolled herself in the career of physiotherapy for a while until she realized that it was not what she wanted, but still desired to help others through her occupation. A legit crippling feeling of despair came by, until the social worker career was mentioned while she temporally served at the Lotus Scouts... The rest is story.

As a character, Auburn is passionate, reserved, stubborn as a mule from time to time, and committed to helping others, sometimes forgetting that she needs to care of herself first even as an adult. Since childhood, Abbie took heavy interest on the space, the ocean and what could be out there during those sheltered years... Not that she is able to remember a lot, it is more of a chaotic series of events than a structured timeline, gotta love the loss of memory data.

Nowadays, Auburn lives in a apartment complex along with the fam and a huge diversity of furry people, from small rats in the last floors to huge Elephants in the first ones. When the family has free time, they usually have a plan to go outside and enjoy what the nature has to offer while they stay very far away of others and the noisy town that sometimes can be waaay too much. You may think "What is the strange thing that Auburn carries?" Well, it is a small orb that mimics natural sounds (Ex: Water waves and effects of wind in the trees) and other soothing sounds that was especially created for neurodivergent individuals whenever they felt overwhelmed by squeezing it a bit... But sure, that does not stop neurotypicals to buy things that were not made for them, F.

The storyline of .:In A Modern Land:. takes place in the present timeline and while it may considered to be the most peaceful of the arcs, it does not mean that is drama-free... I just need to write more of it first since the previous arcs (.:CoM:. and .:HK:.) influence this one, haha.

Special Info:

- Auburn can't stand pasty rice since it reminds her of worms, which makes it impossible for her to shallow. Not only that, but sometimes she feels grossed out by some weirdly-textured foods and clothes, the latter leaves her feeling like she has ants walking under her fur and that itself caused many issues with her mama, who loved to buy clothes without asking her to try them first.

- She adores swimming, especially if it is far away from the town and concetrated in natural areas. There is a lotus flower in consideration due to its symbolism of rebirth, because that is what she felt after leaving that cursed place and because tattoos were considered taboo, like a final middle finger since they have no control over her and her decisions anymore.

- Her stimmings consist on: Cracking joints, shaking a leg while sitting, bouncing and jumping, pacing, flapping her fingers like they are bird that is flapping when nobody is present due to the embarrasment that it could bring, and sometimes repeating the last word that another person said whenever she realizes it or not. Those "behaviors" were unnaceptable and she stopped doing them to avoid trouble back then. However, it was very hard for her to concentrate if she did not engage in at least one of her stims.

- While reserved, when she finds the motivation, she can ramble about a lot of things, they can range about totally normal things to... Uh, girl wtf???

- She hates alcoholic drinks, not because she feels superior to those who drink, but the sheer fact that it does not taste good for her. Also, she can't help, but roll her eyes when she hears the "When are you going to striaghten your hair?", she loves her curls, thank you very, very much.

- Despite being reserved, she likes to be part of a small community of scouts. She found a great friendship in a Sabertooth who is the daughter of the leader, both of them are different personality and species speaking, but they get along just fine. For some reason, Auburn is drawn to befriend the types of people who were unnecessarily labeled as evil in her past, as time passes by, she cares less and less about her ooutdated teachings. Nevertheless, there are some bias that she still need to work on.

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bluewritesao3 · 4 years ago

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Guilt or a shitty job?

Summary: You join the mandalorian on a vaguely described job to the back water planet of Vispoc, that holds far more than originally anticipated leading to a very much needed history lesson and some emotion

Warnings: I think this gets angsty towards the end (I’ve never written angst before so bare with me pls) . talk of consumption of fogs, Talk of canon events like order 66 and the empire. Talk of Jedi stuff.

Taglist: Let me know if you wanna get tagged. Send me and ask or DM

Word Count: 3.5k (this was meant to be a dabble)

Masterlist | Cross Posted on A03

Gif credit: @johnboyuga

Kneeling on the floor of the Crest, you meditated in the quiet of the ship with the less then talkative Mandalorian hidden away in the cockpit and the miniature Grand Master Yoda safely tucked away in his hammock. The quiet offered you the peace you needed to gain a greater control over your thoughts and emotions. “Peace. Serenity, Harmony. We must master ourselves before we can hope to master the force.” You muttered your last masters teaching to yourself with closed eyes basing in the steady silence.

As the ship jolted and rocked beneath your knees, you centred yourself more ignoring the shifting metal biting into your knees. When you’d found the right peace and began to slip into a trance, the heavy thunking of boots echoed through the ship throwing you out of your almost trance-like meditation. “How far out are we?” You asked still knelt on the floor with your back still turned to the shiny Mandalorian.

He passed by almost too quietly, looking less shiny in the artificial lighting of the ship, you heard the quiet noise of the baby’s little sleeping compartment opening. “A hour at least,” He said distorted by his helmet as as he ducked down into that you originally assumed was the Mandalorian’s sleeping space and was now the child’s. “We’ll be landing in a few.”

You sighed and pushed off of the floor, wiping your hands on the course weave of your trousers. Watching the Mandalorian always surprised you that a man covered in impenetrable mental could be so careful with a baby. The Mandalorian carefully fished the child from his little hammock and situated the groggy blue bundle into the crook of his arm. You smiled at the sight, the child had a strong connection to the first and had a tendency to project life events into it, you’d originally assumed that he was doing it intentionally while the Mandalorian was away. The more you asked the child about these events the more he would immediately perk up and begin babbling as if he was glad you asked. “What’s the planet like?” You asked out of simple curiosity because it wasn’t like there were any windows in the hull of the Crest and since taking off you didn’t know any details other than the Mandalorian found work.

“Find out for yourself,” The Mandalorian muttered, you could see he was far more focused on the child than anything you had to say. “Going to need you for this one anyway,” He added retreating back up into the cockpit with the child in hand, you followed quietly without knowing why the Mandalorian was traveling to the planet of Vispoc but you’d agreed to help the Mandalorian with whatever work he had going it was mainly babysitting but you’d fallen in love with the little green gremlins upon first meeting.

Ascending into the cockpit, the pair of you worked like a well oiled machine so that the Mandalorian was able to take off and flue without any interference with the child. Staring out of the window, you stared at the slowly approaching planet. It looked as if a large part of it was made up of water spotted with green land masses and white spieling clouds obscured quite a bit of the water and land masses. “Looks safe enough. Don’t want repeat of Trask.” You muttered stroking one of the child’s large petal shaped ears.

The child cooed quietly as he played with his favourite control level knob, slowly turning it in his little clawed hands. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the swirling clouds wind in tighter on themselves like an incoming hurricane. “Slightly observation. Might wanna avoid using the jetpack when we’re planet side.” You warned side-eyeing the stoic lump of beskar casually tilt his helmet and give the planet a brief second look before pushing a few buttons.

“Says it’s water-rich and windswept. Got no major populations or star ports.” The Mandalorian uttered helmet barely picking up on the words as he looked at one of the screens embedded into the ships control panel. “Gonna be a bumpy landing.” He added and you took it as a sign to buckle your seat belt and clung to the child, his little arms raised in excitement when a few alarms began sounding as the Mandalorian began the bumpy decent onto the planets surface.

The closer the Crest go to the planets surface the more you could feel the planets attainment to the force. At first you thought it was the child of the winds you were sensing but it felt older like an ‘accumulation of energy’ as your late master called it when somewhere or someone had a strong connection to the force. “Do you feel that too?” You asked the child and received a delighted squeal as the Crest was battered by the winds and thrown to the left.

Glancing out of the window at the fast approaching planet, you began bracing for an impact just like the frozen tundra wasteland the new republic had chases you both into. The control panel flashed and alarms beeped in time with your pounding heard as the Mandalorian yanked on the ship’s controls, slapped various buttons and flipped switches with a level of blind accuracy you’d only seen from your fellow Padawan’s during group training or sparing practice.

As the Crest touched down on the rusted abandoned hanger, a withered painted sign proudly pronounced the planet’s name, Vispoc, while another clearly announced that the planet had some affiliation with the republic before the Empire came to power. You breathed a sigh of relief and drew in the clam the sense of peace you’d tried meditating on hours ago. “You good?” The Mandalorian asked sounding a little breathless and gently smoothed down the child's wispy white hairs, who’d seemingly enjoyed himself, maybe it was the sudden flashed of the escape pod that had put you on edge or maybe it was something entirely different. “Looks abandoned.” The Mandalorian observed taking in the dilapidated hander and strips of torn fabric hanging off of stacked cargo boxes.

You nodded shakily and began unbuckling yourself with the wild settled on your shoulder in preparation of you having to single handedly climb down the ladder into the cock-pit. “I’ll feed him then we can go. Okay.” You told to the mandalorian and leaving him to do whatever was needed in the cock-pit before the three of you ventured out into the cold of the planet. As you began your decent into the hull of the ship the child began to gargle a little at the mention of being fed. “Stars you’re a hungry thing aren’t you.” You commented as your feet touched the grated metal in the full.

Settling the child on top of the largest cargo crate as you set about mashing up one of the ration bars and rehydrating it with a little water from a flask. Ration bars and recycled water was not a good combination and you could attest to it seeing as it was the only part of your diet for at least a year after the purge. While you worked the child babbled and made grabby hand towards the small tin rectangle you held in your hands even though he was sending images of a particular frog with blue and black stripes he’d probably seen before you arrived through his connection in the force. “Sorry bud. We don’t have any blue and black striped frogs or any amphibians at all.” You joked and offered him a spoon of mushed up, rehydrated ration bar, he took the first spoonful without an issue but after the second and third you think he’d began to realise that it wasn’t a froggy mush.

He quietly grumbled aloud to himself in his own baby garble and frowned as a new spoon of ration bar mush was presented to him. “Listen, maybe I can convince your Dad you get some froggy pets.” You promised as you tried to sooth him by motioning towards where the Mandalorian was still hauled up doing post flight checks. “Then you can hunt ‘em yourself.” You added hopefully appearing the small grumpy child and offered the spoon again.

As if he’d actually considered it the child made a noise of agreement and began wolfing down every spoon of ration bar mush fed to him. “Y/N, you really shouldn’t promise him such things.” The mandalorian’s modulated voice came out of nowhere in true Mandalorian fashion causing the baby to immediately perk up as if he’d been given a stim-canister. “I have too many pets as it is.” The Mandalorian added as he pulled open the locked metal cupboard where he kept all his weaponry and began to load himself up as the Crest’s ram opened up with a mechanical whirling.

Depositing the child into his little cloth bag, “This looks questionable at best.” You muttered taking in the silvers of landscape revealed to you by the slow opening of the Crest’s ramp. Standing at the mouth of the ship, you slowly scanned the landscape, the hanger the Mandalorian had parked in seemed derelict from years of abandonment and seemed perfect for a smugglers crew to hide some coveted cargo. Noticing the out-cropping of a large temple-like structure was peaking out from behind the large mountain looming in the foreground.

“Here,” The Mandalorian said holding out the hilt of your Lightsaber, the cold sunlight glinted off of the dull weathered durasteel illuminating some of the symbols carved int other space between the emitter and the switch. “Might need it.” He nodded to the Lightsaber he’d once referred to a laser sword.

Reaching for the long metal hilt was a lot harder than you originally anticipated. ‘This weapon is your life.’ Your late asters words echoed in your head. Feeling the Mandalorian’s visor trained on you was almost burning its T-shape into your face. With a shaky hand, you firmly grasped the all to familiar leather wrapped hilt of your lightsaber and just held it trying to become comfortable with its weight again. It’d been the same as the one you’d built when you’d been selected as a Padawan and taken part in the gathering on Ilum. You were sure your hesitation was as clear as Vispoc’s oceans. “If my master could see me now. Hesitant. They’d be so disappointed in me.” You explained shakily, your late master never got ashamed or angry when you put a foot wrong or hesitated but they were always disappointed when something sailed or went wrong. As you hooked it onto your repurposed belt and gun holster, the child snorted as if he was getting impatient with all the waiting around.

Descending the ships ramp, the weight of the baby on your left felt like nothing compared to the history of the weapon hanging on your belt rhythmically bouncing as you walked. With the Mandalorian at your side, the both of you approached the village at a slow speed, only stopping when the winds picked up significantly and blew particularly hard. The dark rock bit into the palms of your hands as you shuffled along the mountain trail, hand on the wall searching for something to steady yourself when the winds blew. Farther up the trail the Mandalorian waited quietly but impatient, you could see where the child’d picked it up from, as if the winds didn’t bother him in the slightest and you was convinced that it was all the beskar that was weighing him down.

With your free hand holding the child’s side bag closer to your body, you had a much clearer view of the temple-like building that was peaking out from behind the mountain. Two large stone pillars flanked a set of double doors. Above the doors harsh winds swirled around one another like a brewing hurricane, in front of it was a raised dais with set stair leading down to what you assumed was the ground. Feeling the force trying to pull you in the direction of the temple, you brought up your shield again forcing the pull to detach itself from your being. “That part of me is too scared to even think about going there. Just yet.” You muttered into the wind and gently patted your Lightsaber as if you was trying to reassure yourself that you’d have to work up the courage to visit a temple again before became part of the living force.

Once on the move again the unlikely pair came to the mouth of a mountain-side village. A small handful of the homes seemed to be build from cylindrical walls and topped with dome roofs, the whole place felt restless with the scrapes of brightly painted fabric banners whipped around in the significantly more gentle wind. Other homes were built in close quarters with one another jutting out slightly from the sides of the mountain, they followed the natural lines of the paths and the mountain faces. “What or who are we looking for, Mandalorian? ‘Cause this place looks abandoned.” You asked glancing around the village and grimaced when you caught sight of the warning on the wall signed with a blood red imperial symbol.

The mandalorian sighed deeply as if he knew the whole trip was a bust. “He said it was in the village. Maybe there’s multiple villages.” He cursed clearly frustrated as you allowed yourself to slump down onto an outcrop of stone that seemed like a good place to sit.

“I doubt whatever you’re looking for is still here, Mandalorian.” You muttered promptly gesturing to the bright white grimy sighs screwed to the side of one of the cylindrical homes. It clearly stated that the village now belonged to the empire and all the occupants were in evacuate immediately or be arrested. “No doubt all the villages are under Imperial hold regardless of size.” You added gently offering the baby some of the jerky you kept in one of the bouches tied to your bed.

“Come one we’ll try the next on.” Was all the Mandalorian said before speedily continuing down the trail.

Watching the Mandalorian’s gate, You could see the that everything was beginning to weigh on him because it was much long ago that he’d found out he was raised by religious zealots and you’d honestly contemplated leaving there and then given the Jedi’s history with that particular groups of Mandalorian’s. Even if you’d spent almost 3 decades in hiding the teachings of your late master wouldn’t relent, emotions only clouded one’s judgement.

Hours down the line, you and the Mandalorian had traded off the task of carrying the child. The mandalorian now had the child’s side bag slung safely across his body with the child filling the safe space between both you and him.

The pair had visited multiple villages across the planet, even come across a largely developed town that yielded little to no information about whatever if was the Mandalorian was looking for. You suspected that whatever he’d been tasked the retrieve was inside of the temple-like building you’d seen when visiting the first village. The force connection was only growing stronger and carried whispers with them, they gently scabbed the very edges of the shield you had built after feeling it at its strongest for the first time. The child clearly wasn’t as effected as you were, maybe it was because he hadn’t had as much training, you weren’t sure but it worried you given that the child was 50 and just about had a grasp on lifting things.

Sitting in the cantina listening to the quiet chatter and howling winds, you carefully fed the baby spoonful after spoonful of bone broth. Subtly trying to watch the Mandalorian out of you peripheral you watched him fidget and continuously open and close his fist almost like he was waiting for someone, antsy was the word your brain suppled you with. “What exactly is it we’re looking for?” You asked gently wiping away any spilt broth from the child’s face. Waiting patiently, you took a sip of the water from the cup in front of you and watched the Mandalorian silt his helmet as if he was contemplating telling you what exactly they were doing on this windy hellhole. “You said you’d might need me. That implies that it’s something Jedi related.” You surmised slowly piecing together the small fragments of information you’d collected on the journey from one village to the next.

“It’s Jedi. I just don’t know where to look.” The Mandalorian huffed laying his hand flat on the table. “I’m open to suggestion,” He added allowing his shoulders to drop a little like he was relieved to share the job with you. “The Jedi are a mystery at most. Why doesn’t anyone know anything?” He asked sounding completely lost and a small part of you was itching to teach someone about the ways of the Jedi but the much larger part of you that was acting purely on instinct screamed that revealing such information would only get more killed.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly began drawing circles on the table avoiding the black t-visor staring straight at you unrelenting. “Because we’ve been wiped from history,” You began to explain hearing the child whine a little but you pushed on. “Our temples had fallen into disrepair or burned to the ground. The Empire sentenced us to death and denied a trial.” You explained farther remembering all the time you’d spent running and begging for your life, all those you’d cut through just to survive to see the next sun rise.

Without seeing the Mandalorian’s face, you couldn’t tell what expression he held, sometimes you were envious of the emotionlessness the armour offered him but he sat silently and listened as you rambled. Casting a quick glance around the cantina because anyone worth their information knew that cantina walls had ears. Always. “As the Republic fell the Empire rose and wiped us away with it. Anyone that’s still left knows better than the out themselves.” Memories of the great purge flashed across your memory, the stand-off between your late master and the commander and the clones chasing you across the length of the republican cruiser. It’d be enough to put any 12 year old into hiding and to never some out again. “Our relics became decoration and prices to be won. Our Lightsaber’s were another’s trophy.” You babbled nervously as you ignored the small green hand of the child clinging to your sleeve or the forced wave of calm being pushed onto you by the child.

The Mandalorian tilted his head noting that he was listening and absorbing all the information you were providing him with, the way he stared at you when you finished simply said ‘but why?’ and in all honesty you couldn’t give him an answer. “The thing I’m being paid to find. Theres a possibility that it’s Jedi.” He explained and you’d never felt such a strong urge to fling someone across the cantina and through your blooming anger, you nodded in understanding that the Mandalorian needed to make money some how and if it wasn’t chasing bail jumpers or debts half ways across the galaxy it had to be something Jedi related. Maybe this was the biggest fuck you to the Jedi from the Mandalorian’s. “If I’d known I wouldn’t have taken the job.” He added guilt dripping from the words even if they were mechanical.

“Is that why you gave me my saber back,” You began planting elbows on the table quietly seething with something akin to anger. “Out of guilt for taking the job?” You questioned staring directly into the black abyss of the Mandalorian’s t-visor. “Be clear with me Mandalorian. Was it guilt.” You demanded anger flaring a little, knowing full well that the Mandalorian had been adamant on him keeping your Lightsaber locked up out of harms way or at least till he trusted you to carry it and keep it out of the kids reach.

“We should go.” was all the Mandalorian said as he rose from his seat, took the child and excited the cantina to go back out into the drab wind-swept landscape leaving you sitting alone at the table looking for the peace you’d been able to find before landing.

Gingerly resting a hand on the hilt off your Lightsaber and glanced around wondering if anyone had noticed it on your person. “Memories of an old friend.” You whispered dropping the shield and walking out of the cantina, the Mandalorian stood of to the side holding hands with the smaller version Grand Master Yoda. The pull of the force called to you in a way that you’d never experienced since the gathering on Ilum and being on the surface of coruscant. “If we’re going to a temple. Stay close and ignore the whispers.” You warned and set of in the direction of the temple wishing the spirits there were at least laid the rest and not running rampant through the temple.

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