#Bo blabs

[neapolitantoebeans]

something something “me being attracted to brunet men from slasher films”

#beans blabs #slashers #spree #kurt kunkle #scream #billy loomis #saw #adam faulkner stanheight #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #the texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #halloween ends #corey cunningham #the boy #brahms hillshire

[notsobeautifuldisaester]

Assorted Osomatsu-kun/san headcanons I have buried in my head

Psst... Hey you. Yes you, You wanna know about my silly little headcanon I have for a bunch of characters most were one-shot characters. Well, you came to the right place.

Welcome, I'm your host Diseaster and today I'll be reaching as far as humanely possible into the deepest crevices in my brain to be you my assorted list of headcanon no one asked for.

Tw: Kidnapping, Animal Abuse, General Tougouness, CSA mention (Nothing actually happen tho)

🟣🔵🦷Ichimatsu learned the Kusomatsu thing from that one time Iyami visited and forced Karamatsu to drink beer.

🥨🦷That one German Iyami doppelganger grew up in a novelty shop that sold German stuff

🩳Dekapan's son, Taro, followed in father's footsteps and became a scientist. Though instead of making crazy gadgets and shit, it's just normal ass science, something like microbiologist

🩳Dekapan been married around six times. He wasn't the most attentive husband. He's still a doting father tho.

🤪The Dayon tribe is actually a bunch of people he vored when he was drunk on vacation

🔪👛 On meta note, Tougou is very prideful of newfound fame and still brags about appearing in the San for movie for like five seconds. Everyone else not give less of a shit

💨🍢 Chibita is related to the boss of the Smog Gang in a way, he doesn’t know this however

💨🏳Hatabou works an informant for the Smog Family Gang

🎀That one uprising in S2E1 was planned by Ta-bo. She must've really not wanted them to be CEOs or something.

🧑‍🏫Yagi occasionally hangs out with the sextuplets. He's really proud of how his disciples turned out.

💍 Kumiko is now an up and coming model. She rubs this in Totoko's face to no end

💍 Kumiko and Kinko are cousins, their names being the same is kind of an inside joke between the two.

👓🥐Niyake works as a reporter alongside Toy Car Boy. He says it's to travel around the world but in reality, it's because his family went bankrupt and he needed the money. He's still a prissy little shit tho.

👓🥐Such as not letting Iyami live that one time he humiliated him out of a job, still beefing with Chibita over outclassing him and generally sticking his nose up at everybody.

🎌🧛Hatabou and Dra-chan befriended each other, this somehow involved lots of bloodletting and ended up with them in the hospital

🥊🦑Fighting Yowai and Knockout Tsuyoi are drinking buddies

🍎🥊Knockout Tsuyoi doesn't approve of his little brother, Yotaichi, bullying people and he usually has to force him to apologize.

🟪🦷Just as Chibita can summon a cat army, Iyami can summon a swarm of ravens to attack people. He learned this trick from his older brother.

🪆👮After retiring from being a policeman, Katsumi a became seamster

🪆🦷Iyami quickly divorced Katsumi after he learned that being married to a cop won't get you out of legal trouble.

🐭🪤After the incident with his son being replaced by a cat, Instead of abusing cats Tataoji put his energy into helping mice

🎭That one old couple Tougou and Oso robbed, They were Jiguzou's grandparents. Ok, I just made this up to give Jiguzou a reason to kill Tougou.

🧺🦷Speaking of Iyami's brother, Gisei, he uses ravens to assist him in his robberies.

🧺🦷Some more tidbits about Gisei; half the stuff he steals is to sell for a higher price and the other half for no other reason than it looks cool, as a result, his house is full of all sorts of useless shit.

🧺🦷He is considerably "nicer" than Iyami, well at least to anyone other than Iyami. He has good manners and barely a mean word to say about others. He tends to apologize on his Iyami's behalf, mainly to humiliate him, and at first, seems to be a swell guy

🧺🦷On the flip side, he is the most unloyal traitorous little bitch on the face of the earth. There’s no limit to his selling out, he would rat out his friends, family (specifically Iyami), and anyone else unlucky enough to associate with him.

🦷🎀Iyami's daughter, Isoka, is blissfully unaware of her father being a con artist and is told that he's some sort of salesman. Iyami's brother holds this over Iyami to no end.

🦷🎀 Iyami still visits his daughter from time to time and seems to be on his best behavior around her.

🦷🎀 Isoka works in a ski resort as an instructor. She is normally good at her job but she still has a bit of favoritism streak, particularly to handsome rich guys

💰💵 Cash-kun is the one that got Chibita into crypto in the first place

🧺🦷Iyami's brother can't sheeh to save his life, any attempt from him to do so ends up with him falling flat on his ass

🕯️🦇 The Shinigami Salesman has a candle under his top hat (don't ask how that works with his candle going out or the hat burning, it's magic or some shit) He can regenerate instantly when injured. If his candle is put out, he "dies" until it re lit. Also, he can remove it and switch it out for a new one.

🕯️🦇The Shinigami Salesman was a normal human and was on his way to becoming a door-to-door salesman before getting bodied by a truck. The Shinigami before him was about to quit and ask him to take their place.

🐈‍⬛🦇Nozomi and the Shinigami Saleman tend to work together to help people want to pass on without regrets.

🔪🍢Contrary to popular belief, Tougou wants to get revenge on Chibita. Unfortunately for Tougou, Chibita has no clue who he is outside of some annoying old guy that keeps loitering around his cart.

🔪🔴 On the topic of Osomatsu and Tougou. Tougou can't even get his name right (usually calling him Osumatsu or Omomatsu), let alone care enough about him to take vengeance on some shitty NEET.

🔪🔴Osomatsu, on other hand, can't stand the sight of Tougou and push him into traffic if it was legal (jk, he would do it even if it wasn't legal). It wouldn't be so bad if Tougou just fucked off and never showed his face but... Nooo... Tougou just had to return instead of moving on with his life.

🟣🔵🟢🟡👚 On the side of the other Matsuno. Jyushi scares Tougou and he's convinced that Jyushi is some sort of cryptic. He found Kitty!Ichimatsu rummaging in his trash, at that point he doesn't know what to do about him. Choro and Kara generally don't trust him but they aren't outright trying to attack him so Tougou is cool with them. Todomatsu and Tougou silently hate each other.

🔪👩Tougou tried to attack Matsuyo for putting sleeping tonic in his food, he ended up having his ass handed to him and barely escaped with his nipples. Plus he keep picking on Matsuzo for being short (the fucking dickhead)

👨👩Matsuyo and Matsuzo would've either hounded the police or search for Osomatsu themselves if Tougou actually succeeded Osomatsu (bc I refuse to same people who fought a death god and aliens made counterfeit money to pay a ransom, jumped a barber for fucking up their kids hair would just go "Oh, some guy with a knife stole our kid. That fucking blows but I guess we can't do shit about."

👨Matsuzo can be summoned by singing the first five lines of the 80's anime theme. I mean it's practically canon. Choromatsu deadass starts singing the theme song and out of nowhere Matsuzo just ✨️pops✨️ out of nowhere. Like I refuse to believe that was a conscience, it was ✨️magic✨️

🏎️📻Osomatsu and That Toy Car Kid from the Tougou chapter still hang out. They usually go fishing, watch horse races (Oso bets, Car Boi just likes to watch), or pray on Tougou's downfall.

🔪💰This has no basis in canon but it's a funny brain worm I had stuck in my head. To lessen his sentence, Tougou "volunteered" (forced) to be an idol to entertain his fellow prisoners. It fucking blows. He was forced to wear this ugly ass, itchy as fuck knife suit. Had to sing these corny ass lyrics about weapons. His fans didn't even like him. His manager forced him to perform no what condition he was in as he raked in the money from his CD sales. The whole experience shaved 10 years off his life.

🔪💰Speaking of prison, Tougou was at the bottom of the pyramid in prison. Basically, someone start rumors of him being a ch0m0 and if you know how people like that are treated in prison, you can tell it wasn't pretty.

And finally, Mujirushi took place in the Osokun universe. Search your heart and you'll know it's true.

Whew. That was long. In all honesty, I had fun making this, though I may not do it again. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this.

Toodles!

#mr. osomatsu #osomatsu san #iyami #iyami's brother #iyami's daugther #tougou #niyake #osomatsu kun #headcanons #diseaster blabs #long post #osomatsu matsuno #Ta-bo #Hatabou #dora-chan #dra-chan #Katsumi osomatsu #Chibita #Shinigami Salesman #Nozomi Takahashi #Tataoji #Yagi osomatsu #Fighting Yowai #Knockout Tsuyoi #Jiguzou #Kinko Inuyama #Dollar-chan #$-chan #osomatsu headcanons #iromatsu

[professorllayton]

there should be a jumpscare warning for when u listen to music on spotify at random and bo burnham comes up. 

#U WANT ME TO LISTEN TO BO BURNHAM? AFTER MAMA BY MCR JUST PLAYED? #BLABS

[sterling-writes]

🤍 anything about bo you've been dying to share?

Tbh I've been dyyyying to talk/write more about him now that he's blind, since it's such a huge change. (I really need to update his intro post too)

It's really gonna change his future stories! In fact, I'm considering the implications of this when it comes to Teen Mortal... It's been months since I've touched it. Maybe this is what gets me back into it!

Surprisingly, Bo takes being blind into stride. Most people in his life probably wouldn't expect that of him, as he's very temperamental. Even the slightest thing going wrong in his life can send him spiraling.

And of course, it takes time to process what's happened and adapt to the needed change in lifestyle. But over time, I think his overcoming this huge change will him grow and even mature as a person.

The current canon cause of his being blinded is an incident with him resurrecting his half-brother, Rowan, but now Kat and I are in the works of coming up with a new RP where something different happens.

Bo has a... complicated relationship with his younger sister, Kala. They but heads a lot, and it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he's kind of an asshole to her sometimes.

And we're thinking that, in a Dragon Age setting, he and Kala get into a nasty fight, and he takes it way too far with a spell. She protects herself, which deflects it right back onto him, making him go blind.

She runs away, knowing everyone will blame her for what happened, and the event serves as a huge wakeup call to Bo for how he's treated her (and everyone, tbh.)

Bo is a... well, I don't want to say a worse person in Dragon Age settings, but he has a lot more issues. He grows up being manipulated by Anders in Kirkwall, filling his head with radical ideas and morals, and even turning him against his own family and friends.

He and his family escape Kirkwall after the events of DA2 and flee to Redcliffe in Ferelden, but the trauma and manipulation from Anders stick with Bo and haunt his thoughts, feelings, and actions.

So the turning point of his going blind will have a very interesting effect on his storyline! I can't wait to get into it more.

#ty for the ask 🤍 #I'll always take the excuse to blab about my boy #bo #valdrinors #ask #bo is an edgy mage and anders picks up on that in an INSTANT #and takes him under his wing #I mean.. he's a necromancer. and anders runs a clinic #so that's his excuse for keeping bo around

[carrieway]

banging my tin mug on the metal bars trying to wake ethan up to tell them about the bo phoebe news

#i hate celebrity dating nonsense however i was invested in bo's work since i was thirteen SO . i will be talking about it #blabs

[theloveinc]

Lmao they have blue lock at target

#lmao also they are playing Bo burnam? wtf #anyway I would actually get it but there’s no vol 1 #thank god #saving me money #but how strange LOL #and finally a sxf volume 1 #caitie blabs

[ayyy-edub]

Violent love by oingo boingo is my current fave hookhausen song cause it fits regular hookhausen but also is a fun evilhausen song

#faby blabs #Maybe someday I could make something with it but we'll see #You make me and close your eyes are also good options #Atm my hookhausen Playlist is still a wip cause I need to balance all the oing* boing*

[sepia-stained-sunset]

I just think Tim should be blabbing to YJ 24/7 even and especially when he's crime fighting and he'll be like "oh my god Snapper shut up you're like 50" and Dick will be laughing and literally everyone else will be like "who the fuck is Cissie? What's a Slo-Bo?? Who is Ray???"

#tim drake #tim drake headcanon

[neapolitantoebeans]

I’m sorry how do so many slashers end up with the fattest asses

#beans blabs #slashers #thomas hewitt #dexter morgan #michael myers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #billy loomis #stu macher

[unikron-kitten-kat]

Touches

Slenderman x reader smut

Afab reader cuz y not? Dw tho, some upcoming fics are finna be amab

Tw(s): Dubcon

Side note, some parts will be written with first-person pov, though these are like... Dialogue and internal thoughts ig-

Edited to add a tw. Tw Police, please let me know if there are anymore, tho, big preesh 👌

I can't see.

I am blindfolded... I think.

I feel like I am on some type of... Bed..??

Is this the-!

You jerked, feeling a cold and smooth thing travel over your waist.

You shuddered in response to a hand holding your shoulder. The arm feels slung across your form.

A voice.. His voice rumbled.

"Shhhhhhhh..."

His hand squeezed your shoulder.

You felt that he was knelt beside you on the bed.

You felt his barely textured skin on your cheek, and it traveled down, burying into your neck. You tensed.

"Shhhhhhhh"

"U..um.. Bos-?"

His hand flitted your mouth. His clawed fingers traced your lips.

"Husshh child.." His voice was more stern.

You tensed again, feeling whatever surface you were on move and shuffle.

Your wrists were grabbed, you hadn't realized they were free. They were brought up to either side of your head.

There was silence for a moment.

"You are soo... Cute.. And.. Small...", His voice seemed to echo through the area despite being a low, husky whisper, and you squirmed, feeling a harsh wave of chills prickle up your back.

You heard a rumbly sound,, probably a purr.

You hadn't realized how clamped shut your legs were until they were easily spread enough for him to shuffle in between them.

"I...I.. Wh-wha-!"

He was kissing you now.

He pulled away, holding your forehead with his hand, and kissed you again, lighter, softer this time.

Your breathing quickened, your body trembling.

He pulled away again.

He traced a finger over your covered folds, you gasping at the sudden attention to the area.

His mouth was back on yours in an instant,, only this time it was open and his tongues came into play.

He tastes like black licorice..

The kisses quickly turned into a ravaging make-out, he was devouring you. He wouldn't give you a chance to breathe, his tongues would play with yours and feel your throat, and he'd kiss you again right after your mouths disconnected.

You tried freeing your arms to put some distance between you two so you could breathe.

You pleaded during the too short breaks in the kiss.

"S-"

"Sir-"

"P-please-"

"T-too much!-"

You didn't notice how small and wavering your voice was. He did. He did.

And the meek little pleas you whimpered sent a warm pang of hunger through him. Straight to his crotch.

You felt a hand snake around you and hold your head, and another arm snake under you, pulling you against him. He had already let go of your arms, which seemed to automatically try to find his shoulders, but his tentacles guided them in between your bodies.

"T-too cl-"

He took the opportunity of your opened mouth to strike again. He pushed you onto the bed, trapping your body to it with his.

Your arms trembled as you tried to push him off of you, to get some air.

To no avail.

.

Despite the obvious, rough grinding of his hard dick against your heated core, the only thing he did was touch you, the rough texture of his pants sent sparks trickling up your body.

His hands roaming, rubbing up and down your sides, rubbing across your stomach, gripping your hips, feeling your thighs tremble at his combined rough and gentle, trailing back up to slide under your shirt to undo your bra, a tendril snapping it up to almost angrily throw it down against the floor, allowing his twitching hands to finally feel your plushness.

All while he had his mouth trained to yours and your neck, sucking bruises and biting angry, red marks into your skin, trailing back up to your mouth to suffocate you, then back to your neck again.

Your hands were gripping his jacket, your hold shakey from all the different sources of pleasure giving you too much.

Your words were reduced to nothing but nonsensical blabbing and gibberish, your head filled with white static noise, blurring any thoughts you tried to form.

But, despite his need, despite the overwhelming thoughts of greed screaming at him to fuck you raw, despite even the heat, he wasn't going to dick you down..

Not yet anyway.

Not yet.

No, now, all he wanted to do was see how far touches could get you. How far he had to take it to see you break just a bit. To see you crack, just a bit.

.

He was sucking deep bruises into your skin now, trailing them down.

He gave your breasts a particularly rough squeeze, the louder mewl that escaped your tiring vocals making him shudder again.

Tentacles restrained your wrists time.

One of his hands left your chest to wander elsewhere, his mouth replacing it.

You gasped, shuddering and arching your back as he licked his long, wide tongues against the soft skin of your chest. He sucked a dark bruise onto it before sitting up, looming over you to take in the pretty thing before him. It was so.. Fun to see you come undone from a few touches. But it was even more fun to get you to this point. But he wasn't done.

Not yet.

He had to.. No needed to touch you more.

Your reactions, your soft, soft skin. He needed to keep touching you. If even for a few more minutes.

So he did, he went back to darkening your breasts with bruises and red marks of love as his teeth found rather sensitive areas to mark.

You yelped, feeling a tentacle slide into your thigh high socks, only to pull at it, and slowly let go. Je watched as it snapped against your skin.

You may not know it, but those socks really hug your thighs. He looves it.

His hands did one last sweep up your sides, his hands wrapping around your arms, as he laid back down onto you, rubbing his hot, clothed form against you.

To see your squirm.

To see that blush darken impossibly on your cheeks.

Now, he wanted to touch a different area.

It was cute too, how.. Big he was against you. How small you were to him..

You'd look.. Oh how adorable you'd look, stuffed with his kids, no?

No matter if your infertile, or incompatible.. He could still stuff you full of em.

But, alas, not now. No.

Ever since you started it.. Started thinking about him like that.. He couldn't help but do the same. Couldn't help but thinking of your helpless body under his as he filled you to the brim. As he claimed you. Had you. Broke you.

Sure, you called him "Boss" or "Sir" now.. But later.. Different names would be coming from your mouth. He just didn't know what yet.

Maybe he could.. Turn you? Now that would be a sight.. Wouldn't it? To see you as on of them? As a Slenderbeing?

These claiming thoughts all swam around his head in circles as he marked amd claimed your skin. Your body for himself. As he got more desperate in wanting to bury himself into you. To breed you.

You were so weak now. You were hardly squirming, and meek little whimpers wiggled out of your throat at his dominating touch.

.

He was done now.

For now, anyway.

He would call you back to his room on a different day, and that day would be soon enough.

But for now?

For now, he unbound you, slipped the blindfold off your head.

Your eyes made him shudder again..

They were teary, your pupils dialated. You looked so fucked out. And just from his touch, too..

Anyway, for now, al he will do is rest beside you, happy to have your small, currently helpless, form next to him as you recovered.

.

He is not going to last.

No.

He will need you before you are ready.

He knows that.

But.

He has a plan.

He always does.

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Mkay, but like... Why is it... Why does it feel "weird" to type the words 'boob' or 'breast' in this context? What else you want me to call em Brain? Chesticles? 🤨

#creepypasta #slenderman #the operator #slenderverse #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #slenderman x y/n #slenderman x reader #slenderman x reader smut #smut #spicy #very spicy

[professorllayton]

ohhh fuck I can play telltale batman nowwwww hell yeaaaaahhh

#bruce is such a fucking sweetie wheetie bo beetie in that game oh my GOD. i love u bruce #blabs

[meatyarms]

˗ˏˋᴊᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ´ˎ˗

ּ Sevika And Your Boings ּ 1,004

ּ When it comes to your tits? Oh she adores them, those cute lil buns— no matter the size— on your chest are worth a fortune to her.

ּ She treats them as though they’re completely separate beings from you, her face draws to them by some invisible yet unwavering force. 

ּ And how she loves it when you ramble while straddling her, she’d wrap her arms around your back bringing you closer, buries her face between your boobies and just stays like that. 

ּ Follows your chatter with grunts and giggles, shaking her head in the space even more. You’d play with her hair and make tiny braids that would quickly unwind, or press on the muscle of her shoulders or back for stress relief as you blab about the frustrating customers you deal with at work.

ּ Something she’d always go back to after hardships, even your little pickles would be resolved with her apologizing in your tits. 

ּ “Shorry,, my vault,,” ,, - even if it wasn’t she’d still be the one to do it -

ּ Her ‘menacing’ growl all wrapped and muffled, at this point you’d forget what started the fight in the first place and just squeeze her in your chest further. You’d both chuckle.

ּ Everything about Sevikas voice is sexy, its depth, throatiness and roughness. And when those magical vibrations travel through your body your mind literally hits a stop, no thoughts, just listening and feeling them. It’s as if she’s speaking through you. 

ּ “Like the ma wash cuelesh en losht, sho shtubid” ,,

ּ She in turn enjoys hearing the variations of your heartbeat as you switch between subjects, would try to calm you down if it went too fast. 

ּ Or when she’s back from a bad fight all bloody and clearly in need of medical attention, you’d fix her up with what you have in the kit but it wouldn’t be enough. She’s fresh out, still carrying the nerved headspace and you know better than to try with her stubbornness and tell her anything.

ּ After a while of looking and not saying a thing she’d reach her arm for your waist, eyes weary and on your chest then you’d know what to do right away. You carefully sit on her lap and tuck her in, Then she’d finally take a good deep breath in.

ּ It’d eat you up inside how adorable she looks just being consoled by them, this 6-foot tall woman would be just a baby in need of nursing— your knockers.

ּ That’s with all the soft stuff, she rather thrives on skin-to-skin contact.

ּ You pop in into the room and she starts moving, like a second nature, always has a hand on them. Pressing, squeezing, and sucking.

ּ Sevika and oral are bound together like opposite poles of a magnet, touching is not nearly enough she needs to feel them in her trap. It’d be anywhere, anytime, she’d find some way to at least put her lips on them.

ּ You just wanna enjoy your book laying on the couch and you’d find her under your shirt kissing and sucking them whole, you can’t move from under her or focus on the page you’re at so you settle for a glare. 

ּ “Keep readin’, I’m busy over here”,,

ּ She makes sure to fill your closet with over-oversized shirts, ‘gifts’ that would later on help her gain access to your chest area easily. Sometimes she’ll nap with a tit in her mouth, you can’t help but ogle at the sight.

ּ Leaves you torn between getting up and rousing her or staying and eventually sleeping like this, you’d lean more to the latter most of those nights. 

ּ Those days where she’d be swamped with work and comes home late to find you already sleeping, not even with both eyes functioning, she’d plunge on the bed next to you then slowly snuggles to your boobies and doze off.

ּ Not having felt them for the entire day steals life from her, you bet your ass she pictures them in her mind while on the job. How they feel, move, taste, someone would have to shake her back to reality at times.

ּ Of course, you’d wake up to find whatever top you had on lain on the floor the next day. Sometimes torn, other times nowhere to been seen. If she didn’t want you wearing anything to bed she couldn’t have expressed it more obviously.

ּ And how could she forget to leave scars on her two beloveds? Her sucking would get harder in the bedroom, as in making your nipples swollen afterwards kinda hard. 

ּ Pounds the shit out of you while sucking on them, going back and forth between them, biting as the high approaches.

ּ Then when she’s done and sits up to look at you all dumb and lost in the pleasure, her eyes would instantly dart to your breasts. They’d be glazed, long bite marks running right through your nipples coupled with smaller contusions around. She is unfathomably content here.

ּ “Looks so red, baby”, “so fuckin’ perfect,,”,,

ּ They’d be her stress toys, how she’s feeling reflects on them. They only collect more bruises with time and she makes sure of it, she so would brag about beating your titties the way she does men.

ּ But they’re her business only.

ּ Just the thought of a peeper laying their eyes on them irks her, she’d fight the air about it. 

ּ Lets you wear whatever the hell you want, sometimes you’d go for something a little skimpy on the chest but only because it’s cute. She knows you don’t play jealousy games so she goes on guard mode instead of bothering you about it, always with you, on you, around you. 

ּ She’d proclaim herself to be your keeper.

ּ Only idiots would be fooled into thinking you were on your own once she was a distance away from you, those would taste blood soon enough, setting an example for the rest.

ּ “Look at my girl like that again and I’ll run you through, little shit”,,

ּ Yeah, this lady would die between your schmelons.

,,,

ּ This is the first time my own work gives me butterflies in my stomach (ಥ ͜ʖಥ) This Sev might just be my favorite! You are so sick of hearing me say this but,, she's jus a baby,,

#MeatysJottings #yes I call them boings ok? #this was funny #(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵) #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika fanfic #sevika imagine #sevika smut #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika #lesbian #lesbian brainrot #wlw smut #wlw #sapphic #happy pride 🌈 #boobslover!sevika #soft!sevika

[burnwater13]

“Grogu, buddy, time to get up.”

Din Djarin looked at his son, his apprentice, and wondered if he’d ever learn to sleep like a Mandalorian. Grogu was a very deep sleeper. When his eyes closed and his breathing grew a little slower and a little more regular, Din Djarin knew that waking Grogu up to do anything was going to be a project. 

It didn’t really make sense to him. From what Ahsoka Tano had told him Grogu had spent much of his life on his own, trying to stay hidden from the Imps. The bounty hunter wondered how the kid had managed to get on their radar at all. Didn’t the Jedi protect their own?

Of course he didn’t know a lot about the Jedi. He’d been raised on Aq Vetina and then on Concordia. The Mandalorians who had taken over his instruction and care hadn’t taught him anything about the Jedi. At the time, he didn’t even know that his education had been lacking, but now he knew that information had been kept from them for a reason. He just didn’t know what reason.

When he joined the Tribe, the Armorer had simply called them the ‘enemy’, but in all of his travels he’d never met a Jedi. But then, outside of the coverts, he hadn’t met any other Mandalorians either. And none of the people he had brought in cold or otherwise had ever reached out to the enemies of the Mandalorians with a request for aid. He’d never faced a Jedi in combat. 

Din Djarin supposed, with a sigh, that was for the best. After watching how Jedi Skywalker had easily handled all of those battle droids and he had struggled with just one, Din Djarin knew that Jedi were trouble. How could a Mandalorian, even one with his level of training and experience, fight against ‘the magic hand’ thing, as Greef Karga liked to put it? 

Grogu had certainly shown greater and greater ability to use the Force (the official term for the magic hand thing?) and that had been a relief to the Mandalorian. The kid had an unique affinity for critters, especially large ones. That had made life… well… livable. Rancors and mud horns were not to be trifled with and he knew that. Grogu didn’t seem to care. He also wasn’t scared of Mandalorians fighting with each other, which had probably impressed Din Djarin even more.  

Of course, with those various displays of strength? Ability? Forcefulness? He didn’t know what to call it. Grogu had needed significant amounts of sleep to recover. It was getting to less and less sleep, which the Mandalorian took to be a good sign, but still, at their cabin, after a quiet day of frog hunting, worm eating, and playing a game of catch with Grogu’s ball, the kid slept like a log. 

Using trial and error as his guide, Din Djarin had worked out a method for waking Grogu from a deep sleep. His apprentice would wake up if any one of three conditions were met. If the bounty hunter somehow managed to hurt himself, including something as mundane as picking up a toy and having his back spasm, Grogu would coo, open his eyes and hop out of him hammock, his hand already raised to resolve the problem. He had never deliberately hurt himself to cause Grogu to wake, but he had tried to fake it a couple of times and it didn’t work at all. Somehow the kid knew the difference.

Next, if any female showed up when Grogu had been sleeping, he’d wake right up. Even droids with female voices. Peli, Fennec, Bo-Katan, even Greef’s protocol droid, had all managed to wake Grogu from a sound sleep just by entering the same space as him. But the Mandalorian was going to ask the protocol droid to stop by as a favor to him. Of all the non-lethal droids he couldn’t abide, protocol droids were right at the top of his list. You could give a sentient being a look or say a word and they would stop harassing you, but a protocol droid just kept blabbing about whatever it was they were programmed to react to with that fretting factotum personality that was part of their design. Uff. 

But the one way Din Djarin had found to wake his son, that they both preferred, for very different reasons, was making Grogu a big bowl of frog stew, or, to a lesser extent, a bowl of freeze dried froglets. It took Grogu a little longer to wake up for the froglets and the Mandalorian found himself waving the bowl around the room so Grogu could get a whiff of their faint odor, but when he finally sniffed it, his eyes popped wide open and he hopped out of his hammock and followed the Mandalorian to the table they used for meals and almost everything else. The stew, on the other hand, just had to be ladled into a bowl and much to his initial surprise, Grogu would be sitting at the table, waiting to eat. The kid was definitely food motivated. 

Din Djarin was glad that he had a pot of frog stew in the preserver. They had places to go and people to meet and problems to solve and he needed Grogu to be ready in case he actually needed to do ‘the magic hand thing’. Today, they were going to take the N-1 and meet with Carson Teva and go Imp hunting. He had a lot of questions that he wanted answered and they dealt with cloning, Moff Gideon and how they ever found out about Grogu to begin with. 

If they managed to learn all that, they could both sleep as late as they wanted. The only thing that would wake the Mandalorian up was the smell of a fresh cup of caf. He laughed to himself. Now that was a trial he was not prepared to undertake with Grogu. He wasn’t sure that even Jedi Skywalker could handle that.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

[carrieway]

the torture of wanting to keep my carefully created mobile blog theme vs wanting to change it to the worlds greatest gif your friend has made

#every time user mickeysjones creates a new bo text post set #i find the ones that apply to me the most n put it as my banner so all my other friends can see how funny they are :] #but rn i cannot bc i have to wait for my brain to get tired about the theme i have rn :( #blabs

[apothecaryforwearysouls]

Tiny fluff post and wistful thinking

Jelani at some point calling Uth dad on accident just "Relax dad I'll be okay." And everyone kinda freezing for a second in the did that just happen moment. Only for Uth to give him a wink and a smile.

Long nights where Loke and Uth talk about their pasts. Just starlight and history.

Uth learning Norwegian from an old world book he found in secret to surprise Lo.

Uth telling Loke/Jelani/Angelus he is scared to go home to Chicago.

Uth pulling out an old box that contains his old dusty BoS scribe uniform and sidearm. Feeling the fabric and remembering his old team. The cold iron of the pistol and how he left them all to fight that war. Regrets.

Uthorim reading/recalling stories to the boys during a hard emotional day to bring things back down a bit.

Passing by store windows and teasing Loke with "you'd look so beautiful in that." While he looked into building.

Uth absent-mindedly blabbing about plants and their various uses!

#<3 #fallout #stuff stuff

[pissenchanted]

the na na na simlish version cures all ailments so i present to you my favourite verse

Ewag nere Wap zow All ze nayd in gattory nitty Na pitta vilzin Tayz their open wilpy zalms Why dinny daggers up to leven Itala boony bralls Ab ze mittezen brats Yak angels made bo zeon and blabbing garbage Zeem out: "Rat rowaids us?" Eb zo whine nopen dorbs

#audio #music #mcr