#HE JUST BUTTED INTO HUTT SPACE

[swan2swan]

*SLAMS DOOR OPEN*

AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT CLIEGG LARS AND SHMI

"Oh the power dynamic, ha, yeah, bad writing George, he PURCHASES her, frees her, and then MARRIES her, oh, that's a healthy dynamic"

Okay I need you all to think about this:

If he buys a woman who has nothing (because she's a SLAVE on the CRIME PLANET)

And then says "You're free"

and follows that up with "ON THE CRIME PLANET"

What happens next?

What happens if you just turn a woman loose with nothing on the CRIME PLANET?

Yeah. Yeah.

"Well he could get her a ride off-planet" with what, the money he used to free her? To send her where? To his friends off-world? Why is he still living on the CRIME PLANET (that has nothing but SAND, where he FARMS WATER) if he has friends on other planets and the money to travel offworld?

Does Cliegg Lars have a spaceship parked out back?

Can he take her a few lightyears to Naboo? Set her loose on Theed? I mean...the fact that Naboo and Tatooine are in the same sector does raise some questions, but also, again, Naboo is the Peace Planet and Tatooine is the CRIME PLANET.

The point is, he said "Hey, you're free. Hey, come live with me. Move in with me. NOW YOU HAVE EQUAL CLAIM TO MY PROPERTY THANKS TO THIS LEGALLY BINDING DOCUMENT, do whatever you want."

Man was rickety and old and in a Space Wheelchair. There was no Unfair Power Dynamic. This dude was not Taking Advantage of Shmi. He said "Girl you deserve better, come live on a farm in the desert. I mean...you still deserve better, but this is the best I can do, hope it's enough."

#anyway that's a rant I've had for the past two weeks #enjoy it #star wars #attack of the clones #cliegg lars #shmi skywalker #HE SPENT ALL HIS MONEY GETTING A WOMAN TO HAVE A NEW LIFE #which was ALSO as I've covered before WHY THE JEDI DIDN'T COME BACK #because CLIEGG KRIFFING LARS got her out!!! #yeah he didn't do much but that was a life and you can't go bettering one person's life over another or else you get into ALL SORTS OF STUF #so much of the analysis comes from places where people don't realize that it's the DESERT CRIME PLANET #they don't have water they don't have laws they don't have exports #....and now I'm once again thinking about how bad Book of Boba Fett was #HE JUST BUTTED INTO HUTT SPACE #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[zombiejoepino]

Cobb Vanth x OC fan fic

CHAP 1: The Scavenger

A/N: I'm almost done writing a Cobb Vanth x Oc!female fanfic. It's gonna be 9 chapters only.

index

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Note: I keep chapters short. My first language is not English. I’m still learning stuff. So please enjoy it! Any tips and comments are welcome.

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Word count: 1412 words

Genre: Space Western

Characters: Oc!female, Oc!BountyHunters, Cobb Vanth.

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Warm and dust are not just enough to define this scenario. The sun every inch of the lone mountains left no shadow available for anyone or anything around. Not even the local fauna could stand the heat for so long. They dug themselves in the sand, crawled under rocks or pieces of shattered old ships, republic or imperial, there was no difference.

A peculiar sound interrupted the quietness. The tremor on the ground made him jump. His head perked up, rushed his way out the rusted metal when the old speeder crashed against the shattered ship.

The hooded figured flew for a few seconds before hitting hard and rolling in the ground. It shivered for a moment to pull itself together. The knee had a large bloodstain, showing the wounded flesh. The gloved hand rushed to lower the mask and catch the breath back.

She coughed. Her heartbeat was pumping hard as it was trying to jump off her chest.

She looked around the space noticing that she drove off limits long enough into a strange area. Some Banthas were spot, old and small buildings ahead. Probably another dead town. There was no way to survive the lone land.

She shook her thoughts away. There was no time. The woman quickly crawled in the sand. She cursed, trying to stand up. It was useless when her legs wobbled.

A small explosion pushed her away, it didn't do much damage. She groaned in pain and frustration when she heard both speeders approaching the location.

Poorly armed and dressed hunters stopped close to her. The first one was tall, shaved head and tanned skin. He had a fresh and large scar across his cheek. The dark orbs were under the frown.

The second hunter was small and skinny, using a helmet built after pieces of an imperial droid. He let out an obnoxious and annoying giggle.

This one used the foot to flip her around. The first one just flashed his toothy smile.

"Not fast enough, thief. ” The first one spoke in a foreign language.

His partner rushed to kick a metal piece that she was about to grab and stepped on her hand. She grunted and trying to move the feet away. The small hunter shook his head.

“Taking pieces from my speeder, trying to sell em to our bounty. Not very smart.”

“Stupid.” The smaller one pointed out.

“I thought about putting a hole in your skull. I heard the Mining Company are willing to buy fine specimens, slaves.” He lowered to her level and ripped off her mask.

The icy gaze was sharp, hiding behind the freckled face. The crimson locks were burning under the sun, just like her temper. The hunter grabbed her by the cheeks and placed a sharp blade on the silk skin. His partner rushed to tie her up.

“They pay way better for women than the Hutts did. They need entertainment too.”

The woman head-butted at the hunter, aiming right at his nose. He groaned in anger and backed up.

She took the chance to take off.

His partner tried to grab her, the girl kicked his crotch hard enough to make him fall. The tiny man screeched in anger.

The woman tried to run while limping and, she felt the heavy hand pulling her by the hair to make her come back. She screamed loud enough, hoping to attract Tusken Raiders or any creature.

“Shut up.” He yelled. The woman turned around a bit his hand. He screamed, slapped her hard enough to make her hit the ground. She felt the blood in her mouth.

“I´m done playing with you! Where is it?!”

She frowned. There was no way she was giving up on that. She kept that piece for so long that she was not willing to sell it to anyone, not even for credits that would take her out of this sandy area.

The tall hunter was losing his patience and pulled out the blaster, aiming right to her head. His partner jumped a little.

“Easy, man. If you shoot her, we won’t find them.”

“I don’t care, I'm done playing around.” He slapped her harder this time.

Her head was spinning, giving her trouble keeping the eyes open. She saw the smaller figure getting between them.

“Instead of killing her, just do her the same she did to you.” He pointed at the large scar across his cheek. “ Maybe, she will talk. ”

“No. I’m done with the girl.” He pushed the small figure away and rested his finger on the trigger. Her eyes met with the black eye aiming at her. She swore she would never close her eyes in this situation until fear took over.

The blaster roared.

Nothing.

Just a thud.

Her eyes opened and saw the hunter with his face buried in the sand, motionless, with a smoky hole through his head. He noticed the small figure backing up slowly and aiming the blaster.

Her blurry eyes spotted a slender figure in rusted armor detailed with green and yellow paintwork, small scratches on the plates, a vermillion undershirt, and scarf, but what caught her attention was the helmet. It had a peculiar shape, just like the ones from the warriors in those stories she heard when she was a kid.

The armored figure stood tall, holding the smoky blaster aiming at the dead hunter.

“Strangers ain't welcomed here.” The helmet spoke and turned his attention to the small hunter.

The small one backed off a little, holding the blaster but shaking. There was a long silence and stare down. The armored figure looked calm, hard to read his expression or intentions under that helmet.

The hunter looked nervous for some reason, she thought, maybe, he knew the same stories as she did.

“Use it or drop it, son.” The helmet distorted voice spoke again, aiming back at the hunter.

The small one just clenched his jaw, feeling the sun burning his hand, the sweat drops rolling down his temples. He felt his throat getting dry. He finally put it aside, making the armored man put his away as well.

“Good call.” He spoke.

The hunter smiled faintly and nodded, but he quickly raised the blaster to shoot. He took the first and final hit. His body made the same thud.

Her gaze examined the dead bodies and felt relieved for a second. Now, she was there with the deadly stranger. She was afraid of making eye contact. Running away was out of the question with her poor condition.

The stranger placed the blaster back in the holster and rushed towards her. She felt uneasy and frowned at him, trying to look tough even in that situation until her expression shifted when he removed the helmet.

He kneeled to pick her up in his arms, she quickly moved away and threw a light punch. He raised his hands and dodged her swing.

“Easy.” He spoke with a deep smooth voice. His eyes studied her made a face looking at her wounded knee and the puffy bruises across her face.

“I´m sure you have a mean swing but I ain't your enemy.”

“Who are you?” She felt a little uneasy about the handsome stranger.

“The Marshal of Mos Pelgo.” He offered his hand.

“Never heard of the town.”

“It's just over there. There’s bacta spray too.”

She hesitated for a moment, looking back at him and then the bodies.

“Do you kill strangers all the time, Marshal?”

“Only the ones that hurt little ladies like you.” He flashed a friendly smile.

She flustered with his words.

The Marshal picked her up in his arms and started to walk away from the mess. She was about to protest her tongue stopped when she looked closer at his features; Pinched hazel eyes, angular features, light leathery skin, silver hair, beard, and a small scar over his cheekbone.

She never thought so much about someone's features. She never stared too long until the hazel gaze met hers and immediately looked away.

The Marshal chuckled and flashed a pearly smile.

“And how may I call you, kid?”

“Nathsca…Roznev.” She muttered. “And you, Marshal?”

“Marshal is fine.”

#Cobb Vanth #cobb vanth fanfiction #original character #cobb Vanth x oc #wattpad

[romaniassexdungeon]

Stars in your eyes

My part in the @aphgenficexchange for @tikola-nesla! Sorry it’s late, but here’s part one, with part two coming up soon, hopefully. I went with space+criminal prompts to make a sorta space-pirate thing, though there doesn’t seem to be much pirating, and all your relationship prompts.

Anyway, hope you like it!

Characters: Eduard (Estonia), Logan (Australia), Tino (Finland), Erzsebet (Hungary), Gunner (Denmark), Lars (Netherlands), Luca (Luxembourg), Laura (Belgium), mentioned Oscar (Hutt River) and Charlie (Wy)

Warnings: mentions of drugs, child abuse and violence

“This is Logan Apari Cooper, medic of the Waititi. The date is December 21st and I’m on the other side of the galaxy to my family. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll see them in a few… years. Maybe. Right now, I gotta focus on keeping everyone alive, take one day at a time and hope that specky cunt keeps this piece of shit ship in one piece so I can get outta here one day.”

Logan sighed, then deleted the recording. He promised himself he’d stop getting emotional over his situation, but birthdays and Christmas were always hard. He’d already missed Charlie’s birthday last month - she’d be 12 now - and he’d never abandon his crew, but if he could, he would be on Ediacara in a nanosecond.

He started a new recording. “Morning - or what counts as morning here - has broken on the 21st of December, my babies are so, so far away, and I am so fucking alone.”

He threw his tablet across the room and flopped onto his bed. Fuck the log. Fuck these stupid days where either nothing happened or he was doing shit that would get him killed.

Logan had always wanted to go on an adventure. He’d wanted to explore the universe, have near-death experiences, discover new planets and bone aliens, but his desire for adventure was now losing against his hatred of being cooped up inside, especially inside a tin can full of his crewmates’ farts for months. He wanted fresh air, his home planet, his parents, and his brother and sister.

He punched his pillow, then turned to face the wall and sulk until he was called for breakfast.

Eduard was making his morning rounds, checking every little nut and bolt to make sure the very ground beneath his feet didn’t fall apart. They hadn’t gotten round to press-ganging an assistant for him, so he had to do everything himself, even the boring, messy stuff that was technically beneath him.

He didn’t particularly mind, though. It was something to keep his hands busy while his mind worked, and he’d rather do it himself than with someone held here against his will. It took a while for new people to break, psychologically, and start seeing them as their new crew, and he didn’t want to risk the integrity of the ship over it.

Pirates really sucked, he had to admit. If his cousin wasn’t the captain, he’d probably hate it here.

Be that as it may, he absolutely loved exploring space. Not only did he wake up to it every day, but he got to live in a real spaceship, tinkering and studying every day. It was what he’d wanted since he was a boy. An escape.

Things would be better without the raids and danger, though.

He heard a sniff coming from one of the rooms. A sigh. It seemed to be coming from Cooper’s room. He wondered if he should check on him, but the man was so big and tough and strong and maybe he wouldn’t appreciate Eduard butting in.

But he wanted to help.

But talking to people was scary.

He mustered up all his courage and knocked on the door. It fell away, revealing Logan Cooper, curled up on his bunk. When he heard him enter, he turned to glare at him, eyes red. Eduard winced.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “just… I heard something, and, wanted to see if you’re okay. I’ll- I’ll just leave, if you-”

“No, it’s okay, stay.” He sat up, patting the mattress. Eduard sat down, back stiff and unsure of what to do with his hands.

“Something up?” he asked. He got along with the crew, but they still intimidated him. He was weedy, skinny and not tough in the slightest, whilst everyone else looked like they could break him in half with their bare hands. He didn’t want to get on their wrong side, even if they all technically relied on him to survive in space.

Logan shrugged. “I just… it’s embarrassing, but I miss my family. I haven’t seem ‘em in - I dunno - years now.”

“Doesn’t sound embarrassing at all. I imagine I’d miss my cousins… after a while.” Logan snorted. Eduard decided not to mention he certainly didn’t miss his parents; it would sound bad, complaining about them to a guy who apparently liked his family. “Tell me about them.”

“You wanna hear about them?” He seemed genuinely surprised at that.

“Yeah. You seem to really care about them.” If it wasn’t for his cousins, he’d have no idea what that would be like.

Logan smiled, and- okay, they were hugging now. It was a one-armed hug, but still more affection than he’d gotten from his parents. He let go an entire five seconds after Logan.

“Thanks, it means a lot,” Logan smiled at him. “I got a little brother and sister, back on my home planet. Back living with our parents. They’re both smarter than me already.”

Eduard looked at him. “You’re the medic.”

“Yeah, but they have more common sense than me.”

Yeah, he couldn’t argue with that; it was a miracle this idiot was still alive, given how reckless he was.

He was smiling as he began speaking. “Oscar… He’s… smart. A bright kid, bit of a dick, but a good guy. He’s probably gonna take over the farm. He likes farming. And the good things in life, I guess. Complete opposite of me. He’s going places, y’know?”

Eduard smiled. “And the sister?”

“Charlie, little kid. Loves getting into trouble and running around, climbing trees and stuff. Always getting mud on her. And she loves art, too. She’s great at painting. Like, she can paint on anything: shells, rocks, little bits of bark. Our whole house is just full of things she’s painted.”

“They sound lovely,” Eduard nudged him. “I’m sure they’re in good hands.”

“Yeah. I miss them, though. Don’t you miss your family?”

Eduard winced. “My family is my cousins. I don’t need anyone else.”

Now it was Logan’s turn to wince. “Well, you and your cousins are always welcome on Ediacara. My parents would love you, and probably try to adopt you.”

He laughed, but a sad kind of laugh like he was masking a great pain.

“Sucky parents?” asked Logan.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He probably would, though, at a moment’s notice. And enough alcohol. Like that time he broke down crying at space McDonalds and told the cashier about how his parents found out he was claustrophobic and started locking him in a tiny cupboard as punishment.

“Well, my parents just adopted you.”

“Your parents don’t know me.”

“Doesn’t matter, they’re your parents too now.”

He started crying. “I would die for them.”

“Hey, man- oh fuck you’re crying,” Logan held him in his arms, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he sobbed, “I just- your family sounds so nice.” He wanted Logan’s parents to hold him in their arms and tell him they were proud of him.

“Your cousins are nice too. And hey, it must be fun living with them, right?”

Eduard nodded. “Yeah, I love them. They’ve always looked out for me. I’m, well, they’re tougher than me, and I’ve always been an easy target. You know, for bullies and people looking for a hostage. They keep me safe, and alive.” He smiled. “I couldn’t imagine being apart from them.”

Logan nodded. “They’re good people. You hold onto them.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

“Is everyone still mad at Lars?” Gunner looked from one crewmember to the other.

“Yes,” said Luca, immediately, not looking up from his accounts.

“Not mad, just disappointed,” sighed Tino next to him, picking at the beaten up sofa and wondering just how to get out of what would probably be an awkward conversation.

Gunner sat down opposite them, twiddling his thumbs. “And how long are you gonna keep being mad at him?”

“Indefinitely,” said Luca.

“Aw come on, man! He didn’t hurt anyone!”

“That doesn’t changed that he hotboxed an escape pod!” cried Luca. “And, if I recall, you were right there with him.”

Gunner winced. “I was hoping you’d forget. His idea, though.”

“Moron.”

“That’s fair. But, in our defense, we didn’t wanna smoke all that space weed around everyone else, not in such a confined space such as this ship. We were trying to be responsible.”

Tino tried his best not to laugh. Luca, however, looked less amused.

“Very noble of you, I’m sure. Except when your dumb, high asses opened the door to go get space snacks and flooded the place with smoke.” Gunner giggled at that. “It’s not funny! Eddie started crying because he suddenly realised he was white!”

Tino burst out laughing. Luca tried his best to keep a straight face, but even he was struggling.

“It’s hardly the worst thing he’s done,” Gunner pointed out.

“That’s the thing. He was a dick when we were kids, and he’s still a dick now, and I couldn’t wait for him to only be someone I had to see at family gatherings. Now I’m stuck working under him.”

“I know, I was his best friend through all his dickishness.”

“I have no sympathy. You had a choice. I didn’t.”

“Yeah, and I kept him in my life because he’s a good person. Deep, deep down. He has moments of tenderness.”

Luca raised an eyebrow. “To anyone besides the rabbits he thinks we don’t know he keeps under his bed?”

“There’s the cat Laura keeps in her room,” Gunner tried, “and yeah, he really loves you. He’s just not good at expressing his emotions. I’m working on him, I promise. I’m certain I’m gonna get him to open up while sober any day now!”

Luca and Tino stared at him for a long moment.

“Any week now!” Gunner corrected.

#aph estonia #aph australia #aph denmark #aph luxembourg #aph finland #are the characters featured so far #hetalia #aph #aph fanfiction #HETALIA FANFIC #Hetalia Fanfiction #space au #pirates au #there's ozest if you squint #could be interpreted either way