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akutagawa-daily · 5 months
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Akutagawa daily 634/★
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wannab-urs · 2 months
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Trust
Prompt #634 "I trust you not just with my life, but with the lives of others."
Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader
Summary: season 2 finale fight scene rewrite
Warnings: uhhh brief threat of death? That's it really. WC: 418
A/N: Due to my crazy ass writer's block, and thanks to the recommendation from @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, I'm gonna start doing these @creativepromptsforwriting challenges. You pick a number 1-1065 and write for 15 minutes based on the corresponding prompt.
Did I even use the prompt? No not really. Is this drabble creative, interesting, or innovative in any way? Also no. But it's words! Which I've been struggling with. It's unedited also.
Din Djarin Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi | Prompt Fills
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Mando is one of the most trustworthy men you know. He would never let anyone down if he could help it. You trust him with your life, with Grogu’s life, with the lives of any stranger that needs help.
That’s why it’s incredibly concerning that he isn’t here now. It’s very unlike him to leave you to fend for yourself. 
Moff Gideon has you pinned in the corner of some godsforsaken cell, the kid cradled protectively in one arm while the other keeps a blaster trained steadily on the Moff’s head. The strange weapon he wields twirls from his fingertips as if it weighs nothing. He seems completely unphased by the weapon aimed at him. 
“Hand over the child and no one has to lose any limbs,” he taunts.
“No kriffing shot, Gideon.” 
He won’t swing on you with the child in your arms… you hope. Gideon presses in closer, forcing you further back into the cell. You fire off a shot at his head, hoping it doesn’t ricochet back into you or Grogu. 
Gideon blocks the shot easily with his energy blade, sending the blaster bolt into the ground by your feet. Too close. And Gideon knows it. Knows you won’t risk another shot. He closes the space between you and tries to yank Grogu from your arms, but you twist away from him. 
With your back exposed to him, he can easily run you through with his sword without harming the child. This is it. Where the fuck is Mando? 
You brace for death, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you hear the distinct sound of beskar clashing with that strange sword. You slouch onto the ground, Grogu pressed tightly to your chest, and watch your mandalorian battle the Moff. 
He’s beautiful with that spear in his hands. All swift, fluid motion. The sword hums and growls with every impact, but it doesn’t seem to be able to cut through the spear. 
Mando hooks the spear behind Gideon’s leg and yanks, dropping the man to flat on his back. He presses the tip of the weapon against the Moff’s throat, but doesn’t press in. 
“Drop the saber, Gideon.” 
Gideon retracts the blade back into the hilt, flips it around, and holds it out to Mando. 
“Take it. You defeated me in combat. It’s yours.”
Din stares down at him, seeming to falter a bit. 
“I don’t want it.” 
“It doesn’t matter. It’s yours. Bo Katan will not be the leader of her people after all… Mand’alor” 
“Kriff.” 
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mapsontheweb · 1 year
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The Sedentary Empires: The Regional Hegemons before the turn of the Arab invasions (634 CE).
by @Al_Stoyanov
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xx-webfoxxez-xx · 4 months
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LPS deer #634 ☆ freehand - bic pens - hatch
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zazhitigertasha · 6 months
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yuh??????
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parcfermekisses · 5 months
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Ribs ache
George / Lando, fluff and comfort, 500-ish words cw: Las Vegas crash
He knows Lando makes it out of the car by himself because Marcus keeps telling him. "He made it to the medical car under his own steam, George, he's okay. Focus on your race." There’s a fountain of sparks on the big screen as he circulates, trying not to slide like he’s on ice behind the safety car. “Norris hit the wall on the right-hand side, watch out for debris.” It’s a long way from the right-hand side of turn eleven to where he glimpses the McLaren buried nose first in Tecpro in the run-off area, well beyond the bridge. Far enough to make his ribs ache.
He also knows, once he’s finished focusing on his race, that Lando couldn't answer the question the first time it was asked – too much adrenaline and not enough breath – but he gets a shaky hand to the radio button the second time and tells them he's all good. George has watched the onboard over and over. He shouldn’t, he knows that too, but he wants something, anything, to prove that Lando’s not just being stupidly brave in front of the whole world. He doesn’t really listen to the words, only the cut-short exhale and the part where it sounds like Lando would double over and sob if he weren’t strapped so tightly in his seat. It doesn’t help.
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steddieficfind · 4 months
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hi! i’m looking for a fic i read on ao3, i’m pretty sure it was multichaptered/part of a series. in one of the parts/chapters eddie is in nancy’s room with her as she’s getting ready for a date with robin, eddie is helping her pick out what bra to wear and she throws a couple at him. i really loved eddie and nancy’s friendship in the fic but am having a tough time finding it again.
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Drawing Flaming Eyes & Hair — Fire and Flames
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Credit: Etherington Brothers
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tamrieldrifter · 1 year
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We are more than ink and paper
I enter the Arboretum District of the Imperial City through the sewers drainage system. I had prepared myself for the worst, but it was worse. As thick smoke bellows from fires all across the district, daedra roam the streets unchallenged, and the stone buildings crumble strewing rubble across the once pristine avenues. These botanical gardens and the libraries of the Imperial Academy were once the aspiration for scholars from all across the empire. For what more can one ask but flowers at ones feet, a book in hand, and the stars above. After-all what is a book but a garden of words, and what is more joyous then the touch of a page and the feel of a petal; except perhaps the whisper of a lover.
Yet the scholar’s utopia has turned to horror, for the smoke that now cascades above the district comes from the daedra’s attempts to eradicate our very history and culture by burning every book they can lay their claws upon. It is folly of course, for you cannot erase a peoples identity by burning their libraries. Our culture lives on through the people. From parent to child, bard to patron, priest to congregation, teacher to student, we pass down our stories, songs, traditions and folklore from generation to generation. It is something the immortal daedra cannot possibly understand, for their culture is doomed to never grow, never cultivate. Indeed, they are enslaved not by their princes, but by their own immortality.
And for that same reason is why we humans should never tolerate being under the yoke of the long lived elves. They are a stagnant race, you can see it in their architecture. Beautiful though it is, it has not changed, not altered, not advanced for thousands of years. If an elf sits atop the Ruby Throne then our own advancement would become smothered and restricted, and we would lose our capacity, and our advantage, of innovation and invention.
We manage to save what few documents we can, including one book the daedra were not attempting to destroy at all. Realising the importance of the ‘The Sublime Brazier’ the quick witted Chief Archivist managed to scramble the text of the book with a distortion spell as the daedra broke into his libraries. Once I had reclaimed it, and it was again deciphered, we discovered it describes a relic the emperors once used to light the Dragonfires that kept the daedra from entering our world. Since the daedra are here in increasing numbers and long it has been since Akatosh blessed us with a Dragonborn emperor, I was under the impression the Dragonfires had been forever extinguished. I shall pass the book onto the Drake. Perhaps the Dragonguard might discover what danger the daedra believe this Brazier holds for them… or for us.
S.K
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nftmarket2050 · 1 year
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634 , DOGS COLOR NFT , aquamarine doggy , guard dog , aquamarine police dog , aquamarine dog كلب زبرجد
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#634 , DOGS COLOR NFT , aquamarine doggy , guard dog , aquamarine police dog , aquamarine dog
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yeyshonan · 2 years
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#お散歩 #東京スカイツリー #634 (東京スカイツリー / Tokyo Skytree) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdziksPPhV3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kikilyn75 · 2 months
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Funko Pop! Disney: Hunchback of Notre Dame - Quasimodo (Fool) .
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indefinite-pitch · 4 months
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Andrea Zapata - Memento Vivere
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kahran042 · 8 months
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An interesting(?) Square coincidence
The year Toma died in Chrono Trigger is the same as the Resistance's passcode in Secret of Mana - 634.
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supergirle · 1 year
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КЛАССИЧЕСКОЕ ПРИСЕДАНИЕ
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parcfermekisses · 2 years
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I absolutely cannot with any of the prompts for these days, so I’m deviating from Kinktober to Flufftober and using ‘Blankets’ as the prompt. I’m here to have a good time, not a strictly enforced time.
Flufftober – Days 25/26 Blankets: George / Lando
"We could put on a movie? Something you've seen a million times. Order food 'n curl up on the couch together." George presses the phone to his ear and tugs the blankets up over his shoulders, trying to keep the heat in. Lando’s terrible with timezones, but it doesn’t really matter because George will always answer, even when it’s a time that barely qualifies as morning and he’s in bed asleep.
They’ve been apart for ages – a combination of PR duties and sim work and family occasions – and George thinks it might do him as much good as it would Lando to spend a lazy day not really watching movies, doing nothing together, with nowhere to go and no demands on their time.
He rolls onto his stomach and bunches the pillow under his chest and arms, phone on speaker and propped against the headboard infront of him. "You can tell me how you're turning into a pro at golf. I promise to sound suitably impressed ..." George pulls up airline options as he talks and finds the next direct flight, navigating through the screens until it's confirmed and a notification that check-in is open appears. He sends a screenshot of the details to Lando.
Lando’s laugh gets fainter as he pulls the phone away and checks the message. “No!” He’s quiet then loud again, “You didn’t. Really?”
George shrugs, even though it can’t be seen. “How about Guardians of the Galaxy? You have to promise not to answer ‘I am Groot’ to every question for the rest of the day like last time though.”
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