#drawing frogs is my new obsession

[bvclee]

frog plushie — Kang Haerin / Danielle Marsh

kang haerin x fem!reader x danielle marsh

GENRE: love triangle, wlw, angst ?

WARNING: heartbreak?

english isn't my first language

you never liked frogs, even worst, you despited them. one day, when you were little, a frog jumped on you and it was one of the worst fear you ever had. silly, but still scary for you. since, you would usually side eyed and judge people who liked them.

your trainee years were now over and luckily for you, you had made it to a new girl group, newjeans.

when you first met haerin for the first time, you did noticed her passion for frogs. she was quiet and sweet. why would a adorable human like her would like something as horrible as frogs, but you grown to like frogs.

bunnies always shipped you two y/nrin but daey/n was the most famous ship in new jeans, followed by daerin.

user: "so cute, i love daey/n"

user: "grumpy and sunshine, daerin 4 ever?"

user: "y/nrin is so cute, look how y/n looks at her! ❤️❤️"

"'#daey/nrin jealous war'. this so dramatic, i love it." hanni puffed, adjusting herself besides hyein, who just read out loud the twitter tendance.

you groaned as you roll your eyes at the two girls sitting on your bed with wide smiles.

"just because she gave a plushie to–."

you stopped the vietnamese mid sentence with another groan, making the shortest girl giggled even more.

hyein was reading tweets about it, watching the same videos over and over coming from different account with different way to show how you looked at danielle when haerin gave her the frog plushie.

jealousy.

and everyone could tell you were jealous.

"it was a frog-."

"i hate frogs!"

"we know!" they affirmed in unison before you rolled your eyes once again, letting your body collapsed onto your bed with a loud sighed.

you knew you liked haerin, you always have. still, she loved frogs so much.

'tomato frog', she always drew everywhere she had the chance to. you loved her drawing, and even if it was a million of frogs, you would still enjoy it. because it was, haerin.

her cute obsession about those 'tomato frogs' was helping you to appreciated them, but after the frog plushie accident? you hated them more than ever, more than you ever hated frogs your whole life. you simply hated frogs plushies now.

and you deeply wished you were at danielle's place.

"y/n..." danielle knocked on your door waiting for you to open, silence for a moment before you opened with an annoyed face, hurting her heart.

danielle hated when her friends and her had problems, and even more when it comes to you. she couldn't bare the idea of you hating her at some point.

"we need to talk... i don't know what's going on but i hate it. please talk to me y/n." she almost begged making you surprise, it the very first time you were ever mad at her.

her eyes pleading for some kind of any forgiveness, she sure knew the reason, she just didn't wanted to admit it.

you thought about what to say for a moment before sighing.

"im sorry, it's just..."

"haerin?" she cut you off with a grin and you understood something, she knew about your obvious crush on the cat eyed girl.

you simply nodded as she hugged you. her arms felt warm, a hug by a friend that cared for you. danielle was your friend.

but deep down, the australian wanted more. she never wanted to be only your friend.

if only you were hers, if only you didn't liked kang haerin.

but danielle would never do something to hurt you, if she had to put her happiness to the side for the one she cared the most about in this whole world, she would.

and that's what she was doing at that moment, she was putting her happiness to side, she was giving up on you for haerin. she was forgetting her feelings for you, so you could be happy with your fellow member.

danielle always liked you, she liked you before haerin ever noticed the way you smiled when someone said something nice to you.

she liked you before haerin even noticed your existence.

danielle hated how you cared about this thing, she hated that stupid frog plushie.

and at this moment, she just wished to be haerin.

"y/n is so grumpy this days." haerin remarked letting herself fall next to danielle as minji positioned herself against the opened door.

"yeah i noticed, it's like she's mad at you for some reason." the oldest stated, crossing her arms against her chest.

the cat eyed girl looked besides her, danielle marsh. the girl she had feelings for since she ever spotted her. danielle sighed, her eyes glowing almost like she was about to cry.

"unnie? don't be upset i'll find a way to talk to her about it, i promise!" haerin declared trying to reassured the taller girl.

danielle smiled sadly and it made haerin heart beat faster, it felt like her words were stuck in her throat and her cheeks felt so warm. that was the effect danielle had on her.

"i don't think you understand, haerin. you should take back this plushie." danielle tried to smile as sweet as she could, handing back the plushie to the younger girl.

leaving haerin confused as she stood up walking toward the door probably going to see if y/n was back from some photo shoots.

minji raised an eyebrow knowingly at danielle as she smiled. she sent her a teasing look and a grin and danielle rolled her eyes giggling.

"don't you find cute how danielle is down bad for y/n?" minji asked not waiting for an answer as she left to tease danielle some more.

haerin liked danielle, but danielle didn't like her because her heart was for y/n and only y/n.

she looked at the frog plushie that danielle gave her back, she felt disgusted by the it now. haerin threw the frog away her heart feeling heavy. she hated that plushie.

how to be y/n, haerin wished.

#x reader #gxglesbianlgbt #x female reader #lgbtq #wlw #newjeans #lee hyein #hanni pham #kim minji #danielle marsh #danielle marsh x reader #kang haerin #kang haerin x reader #daerin #daerin x reader

[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

Now that the Seaworthiest Ship in the Dungeon Tournament is finished, I'll make a funny comments post probably either Thursday or Saturday (busy week) and take a weeklong break afterwards. If staff haven't nuked my account for being a trans woman, I'll run a new tournament after that.

I hit 1000 followers on this blog during the preparation of the tournament that just finished. As I've announced, I have a plan for a tournament to celebrate it. It will be the Favourite Anything in the Series Tournament.

The idea is as follows: You guys submit stuff you like from the series, I put it all in a giant bracket, and then I run a tournament with that bracket to determine the ultimate favourite thing from the series. You can submit anything you like: Characters, monsters, dishes, outfits, ships, scenes, or anything else. You can submit as many things as you like. You can submit a picture along with your favourite anything if you like, and if you don't I'll just pick out a nice picture for you.

Update: Submissions close Sunday February 25th, 10am Central European Time. I'll ignore anything submitted after that.

Update: Submissions are now CLOSED. Any submissions made from now on will be ignored.

Things submitted so far:

Mayjack Chils Speculative biology Chapter 87 Chapter 95 Elf Senshi Warm Succubus milk Laios' autism Veggie scraps conversation Bath scene Marcille undoing her hair Senshi's Golem gardens Senshi's pantyshots Farcille Golem Chilchuck being divorced Fluffy Falin / Dragon Falin Italian Marcille Halfling Senshi Laios' creature drawings Izutsumi's sleep review Izutsumi and Yaad Laios' dog impression Young Senshi Senshi of Izganda Marcille's failgirl violence Kuro Namari's leg obsession Chapter covers Daydream Hour Izutsumi (Izutsumi) Senshi's mithril cooking knife Fullertom Chils Chimera Falin Chilchuck with a Fish-man head Falin's fangs Chilchuck's future plans Mithrun slapping Kabru Thistle's hairstyles Ambrosia Dungeon master Marcille Chimera Laios Laios' ultimate monster Chilchuck and Senshi's friendship Falin beating a monster with her staff Laios the Murderer Kabru's eject button Handsome Senshi The party asking everyone to help eat Falin Izutsumi being cat-like Theme of life, death, and consumpton Final chapter Falin's soul dragon Winged Lion Frog suits Mithrun getting manhandled Senshi's cooking equipment Marcille walks right into that Kabru's eyes Chapter 72 cover Mithrun of the House of Kerensil Thistle's diary of poems Inutade Fleki & Lycion Kabru's flustered face Daltian clan Mithrun's teleportation Chilchuck braiding Marcille's hair Laios consuming the Winged Lion Kabru loving drama Baby Delgal and Thistle Moe Thistle Chapter 47 cover Baby Kabru Marcille leaning on Laios' corpse Race swap panels Winged Lion eating desires "They let me milk a Minotaur!" "Now just keep that to yourself" Tallman Mithrun "That's not normal, Laios" Senshi's cooking explanations Laios being a good boy Studio Trigger anime Chapter 88 Characterisation / Character dynamics Falin's staff Senshi's journal Hippogriff soup scene Senshi's favourite food Changeling race swap Chilchuck making Izutsumi's backpack Half-foot union Kabru's goal Marcille and Chilchuck's matching purses Namari of Kahka Brud Leed Laios and Senshi's situationship Living armour biology Ogre designs Dungeon rabbit Winged Lion being cunty Touden party catching frozen Falin Marcille getting dressed for a cold day Marcille Donato Marcille's Dungeon rabbit dance Basilisk biology Elf queen and dwarf king communicating Marcille face Marcille covered in blood Namari's arms Demon's relation to desires Izutsumi and Marcille in the Golden Kingdom Laios liking elf ears Izutsumi drawings Healthy lifestyle advice Shapeshifter copies Izutsumi and Laios in the sauna Chilchuck's faithfulness proven by Bicorn Izutsumi comforting Marcille Chapter 47 cover Let's take iboprofen together panel Izutsumi Marcille's breakdance Chapter 65 cover Manipulative girlfriend Kabru Friends' reaction to the series Picky eater Izutsumi Kabru taking care of Mithrun Chapter 60 cover Kiki getting caught sneaking in Laios' reaction to sashimi Laios eating the Winged Lion's desire Kabru & Mithrun shapeshifter scene Otta's thing for Half-foot women Marcille's bird familiars Falin's dragon bulge Kabru deciding to murder Laios Thistle being carried like a backpack Izutsumi's heart attack Blushes Walking mushroom Medieval manuscript stylisation Chilchuck Tims Unicorn Eyes of the magician Food shots "What kind of person is he?" Orc sweat Ogre Marcille Marcille's love of seagood Stoned Fleki Pipi Mithrun and Cithis' friendship Dragon designs Chapter 73 cover Expression artstyle Demon breaking free Chilchuck & his daughters Halloween costumes Exorcism sorbet Marcille's pouty face Falin, Marcille, and Namari's outfit swaps Laios' dream page 1 Laios' dream page 2 Laios' dream page 3 Fullertom and Packpatty preparing to woo Laios Laios riding Kelpie Falin eating Chimera Kaka & Kiki going to gnome festival Chilchuck beating up Laios Senshi bread scene Reactions to Laios' funeral wishes Mermaid Dryad

Bloody Dungeon Lord Marcille Elf queen Demon grape form Laios' monster cape Golden Kingdom Falin with her eyes open Izutsumi diving into soup Persisting injuries Frog shoes Pattadol's crush on Marcille Marcille and familiars' POV split Marcille's hairstyles Yaad hugging Thistle Laios holding Falin's skull Elf queen lounging Laios and Marcille's relationship Union man Chilchuck Mithrun crying over purpose Laios' euphoric face Dragon kitchen page Unforgivable Dungeon Meshi Chilchuck's freakouts "That makes us more serious about this than you" Falin and caterpillar Chilchuck dating sim "Don't worry, we'll manage somehow" Chilchuck's grey hairs Werewolf monster tidbits Falin's birth comic Falin eating rabbit curry Mandrake-plucking dogs Marcilel jostling Laios' head with her staff Treasure insect sandwich Undine fight Nutritional value charts Laios caressing Big bat bones Horror Spread pages Winged Lion "Go in the dark" image We just fed her an emoji Falin feeding her soul dragon Characters in modern clothing Kiki's crush on Namari Kiki teasing Namari

Senshi squinting Gnome vs Elf magic Demon eating Mithrun's desires Zon's son Chapter 44 cover Touden sibling dog naming fights

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #favourite anything from the series tournament #announcement

[lifmera]

OH MY GOD I TYPED UP A WHOLE THING AND ACCIDENTALLY LOST IT OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I HATE IT HERE- anyways *ahem* attempt no. 2 of me asking you for a Hazbin Hotel match because I have never done this kinda thing before and I'm curious :)

GENDER AND SEXUALITY: I'm non-binary, they/he/she pronouns. I generally don't have a preference between the three tbh but I do appreciate ppl mixing it up! I'm sex-repulsed asexual and gray-biromantic. Again no real preference lmfao

APPEARANCE: White, dark blonde hair, green eyes, just below 5'3, pretty basic looking all things considered. I've got a pretty angular face I think. I'm afab and don't shave cuz it's too much work. I wear pretty much exclusively graphic tees(band shirts, dumb jokes, fandom stuff... that kinda thing) or button ups with funky patterns paired w/ the comfiest pants I can find, but occasionally I'll pull myself together enough to make a dencent(?) outfit, typically reminiscent of shit scene kids in the early 2000s would wear. I also like dying my hair but usually don't bcuz I procrastinate on it for too long.

PERSONALITY: If I had to describe it in one word? Unhinged. I am unhinged. 7/10 people will agree I am a very frightening person to be around. I say out of pocket shit(ranging from vile sex jokes to just straight up threats of violence) pretty regularly. I also like to sneak up on ppl and make very loud noises just to see their reactions... *ahem* anyways, despite all that, most of my friends would also describe me as caring and loyal! I have low empathy, so the only way I ever understand any of my friends emotions is by using my own experiences to compare and contrast until I have a decent idea of what's going on in their head, but I AM very good at psychoanalyzing people and providing objective, unbiased thoughts & advice on their situations. I would also literally go to war for my friends. Like, if you hurt one of them say your goddamn PRAYERS because I am coming to your location with a knife and murderous intent. I'm kinda awkward & shy at first, but at my core I AM an extrovert. I just don't know how to talk to ppl bcuz I am ✨neurodivergent✨(autism & ADHD) and have a hard time approaching ppl bcuz I don't know if they'll like me or not. Typically I make friends by making very loud jokes and waiting for somebody to approach me because they like my sense of humor. Which speaking of, I am very funny! Most people I interact with regularly would agree I am a very funny person!!! I'm also really good at media analysis and making arguments. I don't do well in debates because I choke under the pressure(gotta work on that tbh), but I'm good at writing argumentative essays. Plus, I'm pretty good at just bold face lying to people so overall I can be pretty damn convincing. I like adrenaline rushes and try to actively seek out new experiences as long as I'm confident they won't cause me any significant damage(socially or physically) in the long run. Which is unfortunately not many because I am INCREDIBLY paranoid. Like to the point of accidentally staying up til 3am cuz I'm convinced someone's gonna break into my house and kill me... I also have depression, severe dissociation issues, and existential dread which is. Fun. That's fun. I also have a tendancy to go down random rabbit holes and obsess over inconsequential details in shows I like to the point of making whole ass conspiracy theories :)

LIKES: Cartoons, drawing, writing, acting, singing, reading fanfic, watching YouTube, long drives, listening to music, jumpscaring ppl, being funny, ziplining, problem solving, video essays, ghost hunting shows, supernatural stuff in general, psychology, media analysis, frogs, sharks, ferrets, cats, violence, chocolate, Drawfee(YT channel), glitter, and just. So many fandoms. Just so many.

DISLIKES: Slimey shit, being touched(most of the time, there are occasional exceptions), being touch starved DESPITE not liking being touched, ppl insulting my interests(only I get to do that), media illiteracy, projects I'm not invested in, ppl putting preasure on me, mosquitoes, existential dread, dissociating, being tired all the time, being wrong, taking risks, feeling vulnerable, and stories with a lot of potential that just. Don't do anything with said potential.

PREFERENCES?: Uh. Someone significantly taller than me(shouldn't be hard Hazbin characters are fucking huge) that'll listen to my insane rants and is able to match my energy.

Akdncksmfnsmdsn I rlly hope I did this right again it's my first time doing anything like this-

HEYYYYYY!!! FINALLY GOT TO YOU 😜

Honestly I was debating on like a few different characters BUT!

I’ve decided to pair you with… LUTE!

Honestly I think she’d also be sex repulsed. She’s definitely more of a romantic lover! Though she doesn’t show it.

I think she talked to you at first because your style choices reminded her of Adam- and obviously, she misses him like crazy

If you did dye your hair often with her, she’d probably want to help you! I think she’d apply the color so it doesn’t get messy :)

She LOVES your personality. She thinks you are similar to her in many ways!

She also would need to experience it herself. She’s pretty stoic and doesn’t show her emotions. She’d probably think it’d make herself look weak.

I think you both would definitely fight back to back 24/7! You both would fight to the DEATH for each other.

She loves how caring you are for other people- it gives her a different sense of pace. Someone new!

I think Lute would see a TINY BIT through your lies. Lute is very observant with EVERYTHING.

She’d love if you made jokes. She need’s something less boring in her life than just standing there.

Adrenaline rushes? Totally join the exorcists- and you can be her right hand!!

She’d try to help you through paranoia, but you shouldnt worry much. She’s STRONG asf!

She’d LOVE TO HEAR CONSPIRACIES!! she would think they are SO COOL.

Although she isn’t much taller- I think she’d around 5’8 personally. She just looks small bc shes always next to Adam who’s HUGE!

She may not be able to match your energy, only because she’ll need to come out of her shell more- she’s always listening. She has ears EVERYWHERE.

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HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ❣️

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin husk #hazbin nifty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin adam #hazbin mimzy #hazbin art #habin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vox #hazbin spoilers #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin velvette #hazbin carmilla #hazbin rosie #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin emily #hazbin zestial #hazbin sera #hazbin lilith #hazbin lute #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie

[misslavenderlady]

My Baby Bats 💜🦇

This post is in honor of @hypocriticaltypwriter and her own baby bats. This part is about The Lost Boys themselves. There will be a part two with Michael and Star!

So some of you know I love the Sims 4. Back in 2022 I made The Lost Boys in the game because ya girl is obsessed. I also made:

The Emersons

Star and Laddie

Max

Thorn and Nanook

The Frog Brothers

The cave

Grandpa's House

The comic book store

The boardwalk

And....I just so happened to put myself in the game with them. There was no official "story" at first. I just wanted to smooch my boys so bad, and seeing as I don't have any digital art programs (I used to draw but I'm sooooo rusty), the Sims was the perfect way to go about it. 🥰

My sim self had a daughter with each of the boys (because I too wanted to have a gang of Lost Girls lol). I named each girl after the actor their fathers play.

Pictures and story below~

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David's Daughter - Kira (the closest I could get to Kiefer)

She admires her father more than anything in the world. She wants to be a good leader and an even better protector of her sisters. Kira never backs down from a fight, often having moments in childhood where she beat up bullies that were harassing her sisters. But she doesn't use her brawn though. She's as smart as a whip, using patience and strategy to navigate life. Always studying her surroundings and knowing what to say or do for her next step. She's a mysterious girl and never reveals what she's thinking or feeling. As far as Kira is concerned, she needs to be on her guard should something happen to her father and she needs to take over as head vampire. That being said, she's very sensitive deep down, and is incredibly close to her parents, never wanting to be away from them for too long. The anxiety overwhelms her. David worries about the pressure she puts on herself.

Dwayne's Daughter - Billie

Billie is a gentle and kind girl. She's quite shy, often keeping to herself whenever she's around someone outside of the family. As a little girl, she would often hide behind her father, too scared to even say hi to new people. Dwayne was incredibly patient with her, and eventually found a way for her to socialize without getting out of her comfort zone. He introduced her to animals and wildlife in the Santa Carla mountains, showing her the hidden beauties of the world. She loves animals so much, and likes to spend time caring for stray cats and dogs she sees on the streets. Billie also inherited her mother's love of writing, and enjoys poetry most. It helps her navigate life and the feelings she has.

Marko's Daughter - Alex

A little artist like her father, Alex has an eye for the most fascinating curiosities around her. She's a jack of all trades, enjoying everything from photography, to sketching, to painting, to jewelry making. She has so many ideas, and her dad is more than happy to support her vision. She's also a little troublemaker like Marko, often going out to spray graffiti on the walls of various Santa Carla buildings. She's not afraid of causing some mischief if it means expressing herself. Alex also has a fondness of spooky stuff. She has a crystal ball, a collection of candles, tarot cards, and has a planchet earring that she uses whenever she wants to break out the ouija board. She's loves playing fun, witchy games with her sisters during sleepovers. Stuff like Bloody Mary and Light as a Feather, Stuff as a board.

Paul's Daughter - Brooke

Oh she's definitely her father's daughter. Brooke is a little wild child, always eager for an adventure. She's got plenty of energy to burn, dancing and running and jumping off furniture. She loves to stay up late and play video games or have dance parties with her sisters. Above all, her biggest passion is music. Growing up she listened to her father play guitar a lot, and immediately got inspired. He was more than happy to teach her, and ever since then, she's had a dream of becoming a rock star. She's got the energy and the beautiful singing voice for it after all.

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Here are some pics of the baby bats:

I'm gonna reblog this post with more baby bat pics from when the girls were little. Stay tuned!

#the lost boys #tlb #lavender lady rambles #sims 4 #Lav Baby Bats

[pinkalmondcake]

Fierce Deity AU masterlist

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A quick sketch of if Fierce was known as Fierce Warrior before he became a deity and was indeed an actual sheikah and is the great, great grandfather of the first Link and this design would be his if he was in Linked Universe after he released the powers of the Goddesses into his mask he made and trapped Majora in Termina (a realm Majora created in my headcanon to lure Fierce in but then when Majora was defeated, Fierce trapped them both in Termina as he knew that he would have to wait for someone stronger to defeat Majora...someone worthy of the mask as the battle he faced was far too long and both Majora and Fierce were greatly weakened...which caused Fierce to use the ultimate power to trap the abilities gifted to him by the Goddesses before he practically died and hid the mask in Termina before leaving to Hyrule if he was going to be in Linked Universe.)

But in my headcanon story idea for if he wasn't in Linked Universe, his soul would be tied to the people of Termina to keep the realm alive and for the people to feel real, but he wouldn't ever be able to be free from the mask...until he basically half fused with Time in Linked Universe.

I also believe Fierce to have been a Sheikah who became blind from misusing a sacred power and went against his people who were going to overthrow the King of Hyrule (before Rauru where Hyrule was just a new kingdom with not much to it as I don't believe that Rauru is truly the first King in my headcanon, just the first known and written King).

But it's just my little story I had going on in my mind that I low-key planned out! Man even has a wife in Linked Universe because he's still a normal Sheikah afterwards and marries his travel companion he eventually grew fond of but he found her deeply annoying at first - and very obsessed with insects, frogs and potions 👀

I was heavily inspired by @st-hedge with the back drawing of Fierce Deity with the Sheikah symbol!

Thinking of maybe making something out of this! And I'm sorry if my typing or wording was confusing, I'm just trying to write down as much as I know without giving spoilers but without leaving too many gaps 😭💖✨ I also made some more sketches based off my idea!

#almondsidea #lu fierce deity #lu fierce #fierce deity origins #original idea for fierce bae!! #legend of zelda #linked universe #link #loz link #loz #link loz #FIERCE DEITY BACKSTORY??? #art #fierce deity fanart #loz fanart #loz fanfic #linked universe fanfic #fanfic #fierce deity fanfic #loz story #loz theory #legend of zelda art #legend of zelda fanart #legend of zelda fanfiction #digital art #fanart #link fanart #zelda fanart

[rrriver]

Ghoul headcanons that I've collected:

Dude this has been in my drafts for so long. I don't even remember writing this, but oh well.

Reminder that these are all personal and you don't have to agree with them. Also you might notice the ghoulettes aren't on here, I don't have any rock solid opinions of the ghoulettes yet. I can't really explain myself there. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Dewdrop:

Dewdrop has a touch of the tism. I won't explain any further

He has tics and coprolalia

He wears headphones quite a bit because everything is a little too loud and overwhelming

He smokes weed because it helps with pain and it calms his tics

He has one very specific throw blanket that he takes with him everywhere because it's soft and helps to ground him

He doesn't like being alone by himself. He likes being alone with someone else. "Just sit with me while we do our own thing in silence "

He loves frogs. They're just so cute and so interesting. Some are really pretty, but you can't touch them because danger? Like, come on. That's so damn cool.

Swiss:

Swiss has dyslexia. Like really bad.

He gets aether or mountain to read to him because he really likes to read, he just struggles with it.

Dude is a phenomenal cook, more than he has any right being

He has an obsession with bugs

He'll tell you about every kind of insect, and He'll go for hours.

He loves Dr. Pepper

Swiss is absolutely terrified of ladybugs. (Same bud, same)

Rain:

Rain has really bad anxiety

He sucks/chews on his tail to selfsoothe

He loves fruit snacks

He's hypermobile asf. Like bendy to the max.

Because of this, he's constantly spraining his ankles and hurting his knees so he wears braces to help

He can sing. Really well. He doesn't do it often, but when he does it puts everyone in a trance. (Our little siren fishy boy)

Dew likes to decorate the braces by drawing on them. Rain will never admit it, but he loves it.

Dude loves birds. I've said this before, but he will info dump about birds for hours, he doesn't care if you listen (they all listen and they gift him bird book and figurines. Mountain has made him several bird feeders so he can watch them on nice days

Aether:

He also has a touch of the tism

He has so many fidget toys. So so many.

He likes to cook. His favorite meal to make is stuffed chicken with smashed potatoes and green beans.

He's always purring. Dudes always happy.

He collects fnaf figures, plushies, really any and all fnaf themed things.

He's always sleepy. He can take a nap at anytime of the day no matter where he is or what he's doing.

Mountain:

He is always drumming on things.

He has back pain. Like really bad. He will often stay in bed for days at a time because moving is the literal devil.

He uses dew as his personal hot water bottle. (Not that Dew minds. He likes spending time with his earth ghoul)

Mountain likes to hide little things in the ghoul wing for them to find. He'll hide little frogs for Dew, bird figurines for Rain, new fidgets for Aeth, rings and bracelets for Sunny. Just little things that made him think of them.

He watches sorting videos on YouTube.

He is the church computer man. No one knows why he's so good at computers. But hey, it works. (???)

Zephyr taught him how to play piano and he's actually really good at it

Ifrit:

He's honestly one of the more calm ghouls, despite how he was on stage.

He really likes old funk bands like Earth Wind and Fire , sky and the family stone, oh and he loves the red hot chili peppers

He likes to help in the infirmary with Aether. It's calming and he gets to be helpful.

Dude loves babies. Of any kind, kit or human. He just really likes them and they like him back.

He really likes fall guys. Does it make him mad? Yes. It's not his fault some duche picked him up and threw him, no, dishonor on your whole family I hope you step on a Lego bitch.

He really likes hugs. Being held, really.

He likes when sunshine paints his nails. Him, Dew and sunny will often be seen with matching nails. He loves it.

Zephyr:

Zeph has a lot of chronic pain. They often have to use a wheelchair because their body just doesn't agree with them

They have the ghoul equivalent to eds. They are super stretchy, constantly over extending their limbs and dislocating them. They're always so sleepy.

He has a hard time with food because of this. They get a lot of heartburn and has a hard time with digestion, so they get ensures and different electrolyte drinks to help.

They really like when aether reads to them

They are surprisingly good at swimming

They have a lot of anxiety

Mountain made them a cane, it's super pretty and fits just right in their hand, they use it all the time.

#this has been sitting in my drafts #collecting dust #for so damn long #the band ghost #the nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul #personal headcanon

[kyberblade]

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 12

A/N: Ahhhhhhh! It’s here! This took a total detour, and now we have yearning, feelings, thoughts…. So. Much. Fluff. Oh! And we have Mando’a again in this one. Lots of it. If she understands and/or says it, it’ll look like this. (Just italic.) (Which is all of it. I mean. What else is there to do on the Crest in downtime except learn Mando’a? I MEAN IN A T RATED FIC, GUYS, GEEZE! You are all heathens. JK. I love you all. Ahem. Back on topic.) The translations are at the end of the respective sentences in parentheses. We have a bit of show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits​​​​ wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes into the first part of episode 2x4/12, The Siege.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Some light swearing. Space swearing, and a general sense of you’re going to scream at me, I know it.

Word count: 12,214

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar​​​ for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

Thank you to @deceiverofgodss​​ who is the ruler of all Mando’a knowledge, showed me the error of my ways, and was kind enough to help me fix it. (Any errors remaining are my own. It’s tough, okay?)

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Xxx

Staring down at the blaster in your hands, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging its way up your cheek. Tracing the tips of your fingers softly over the fresh etching of a mudhorn near the bottom of the grip, right below where your thumb would rest when held properly, you tilted your head just slightly to get a different vantage point.

A small green hand tugged on one of your fingers, drawing your attention away and to the tiny green face staring at you from in your lap. “I’m sorry, little one. Have I not been paying enough attention to you?” You tucked the blaster away in your belt with one hand, bringing the other to cup the child’s face. 

“You haven’t been devoting every second to him, so in his eyes, no,” Din mumbled from his spot in the pilot’s seat. 

You chuckled. “Is that true?” You asked the kid, large innocent eyes simply blinking slowly as he stared up at you. 

Scooping him up, you squished him into a hug, his tiny face near your neck. He screeched, pushing away from you, his tiny hands on your cheeks, his legs kicking in an effort to escape your grip. 

“What? You wanted attention, ad’ika. I’m just trying to give it to you.” (“Little one.”)

The child grunted in frustration at you as he kept trying to scramble away, reaching toward a chuckling Din for rescue. 

“Oh no. You got yourself into this. You figure it out,” Din said, holding his hands up in surrender.

The child huffed, looking back to you with a scowl before you finally let him drop to the cockpit floor with a chuckle.

“Go. Be free, my tiny frog obsessed friend.”

The child hopped up into his chair across from you and turned his back, staring out the viewport pointedly. 

Laughing softly, you turned to Din. “Hey, what are we going to do about the puck?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is it safe for me to even leave the ship? I don’t want to cause-”

“You won’t,” he cut you off. 

“Still,” you continued, “maybe I should try and conceal myself as best I can? Cover my face with my scarf, wear one of my new robes with the hood up, or something?”

“That wouldn’t do any good if someone has a tracker.”

“It would slow them down just enough that I could get to you in time.”

“What, then? We just take down everyone who has your fob?”

You looked out the viewport to your left, not really seeing any of it. 

“Mesh’la….” Din tried, his tone apologetic.

“Is there a way to block the trackers?” You asked instead, turning back to him after a minute of silence. “Some sort of scrambler or something?”

Din sighed. “Hypothetically, I guess it could be done. But it would be-”

“Dangerous?”

“Complicated,” he finished. “It would include chain codes and signatures and…. I’m not even sure what all else.”

You let out a shaky sigh before looking back out the transparisteel to your left. 

“Look, when we get there, I’ll talk to Karga. He used to be part of the guild, maybe he still is, I don’t know, but he gave out the fobs.” You turned to him with wide eyes. “It’s okay, he’ll help us. He’s a friend.”

“You trust him?” An alternative way of asking what you really wanted which was, “will I be safe?”

“With my life. And I have, literally, a few times. And the child’s.” He reached out and put a hand on your knee. “It’ll be okay.” His way of saying, “yes you’ll be safe.” His thumb traced the edge of your knee softly. “I would never do anything that I thought would put you in harm's way like that.”

“I know,” you mumbled, staring at the way his thumb wound back and forth over the thin material of your pants. The warmth of his grip bled through, despite the leather covering his hands, and you wanted to melt into it. “I know you.”

It had become your little secret exchange, meaning complete trust in the other no matter the situation.

“Then you know nothing bad is going to happen.”

“No, I know something bad is most likely going to happen.” Din let out a huff at your remark, making you smile. “But I also know it’s going to be okay.” He nodded once. “Somehow when you’re around it always is.”

“What can I say?” His tone was light and playful. “I’m just talented when it comes to saving your skin.”

“Mir’sheb.” (“Smartass.”)

Xxx

Nearing the gray and dreary planet, you eyed it skeptically through the viewport. Alarms kept going off every few seconds, Din flipping another series of switches, a few presses of some buttons, and they would turn off before the next one started sounding.

“Do you ever go anywhere green?”

Din chuckled. “I don’t choose where my friends live, mesh’la.”

“You may need some new friends, then. Not in place of these, in addition to.” Your eyebrows narrowed as you saw long lines of lava covering the surface of the planet like glowing strings cinching it tight.

“I have enough friends,” he grumbled. 

“Name five.”

“You, the kid-”

You leveled a look on the back of his helmet where he sat in the pilot's chair. “We don’t count. People you don’t live with, Din. Non clan members.”

He sighed heavily. “Cara, Greef, Peli, Vanth, Bo-Ka-”

You snorted. “Bo-Katan is not your friend, don’t be ridiculous. You trusted her as much as I did, and I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her.”

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, head tilted in curiosity. “Could you even throw her at all?”

You stared at him in silence for a long moment. “That’s the point, Din.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I didn’t…. Never mind.” He turned back to face the console.

The planet was looming closer, a large settlement coming into view, colorful awnings painting what must be a marketplace in vibrant shades of life.

“Get some friends from Naboo or Endor…. Somewhere I can wander and get lost between some trees. See plants everywhere you turn. Bugs, animals, clean air….”

“So my new hypothetical friends have to live somewhere you want to go?”

“You’re welcome to come with me, of course,” you teased.

The ship settled down with a soft thud, jerking side to side softly as the engines sputtered to stay on. Extra whirs and ticking sounds came from somewhere deep in the Crest as it wound down, having barely limped to Nevarro.

Following Din down the ladder to the main part of the ship, you grabbed the lighter of your capes to help conceal the saber, and yourself if needed, and threw it on. Walking over where Din stood by the lever for the ramp, you looked up at him and smiled softly before he could reach out and pull the lever. Taking his hand with yours for a quick moment, you gave it a tight squeeze before you let go, turning toward the ramp. 

He stared at you for a moment longer before reaching out and pulling the lever, the ramp starting to lower before stopping abruptly with a jolt. Glancing back down at you, he saw a lopsided smirk climbing up your face.

“Stop it.” His tone was dry as he stared at you.

You turned to look at him, eyebrows narrowing in confusion, eyes wide. “I’m not doing anything!” 

“You made your point, the ship is falling apart. Now let the ramp down.” 

You chuckled softly, turning to fully face him, and he mirrored you. “Din, I swear on my blaster, I am not doing that!” 

He continued to stare at you for a long moment before he decided on, “Swear on your saber.”

You met his gaze straight on, your expression falling flat. “Really?” When he didn’t answer, you rolled your eyes with a sigh. “Din, I swear on my saber that I am not doing that, your ship is just a hunk of junk held together with Mon Calamari twine and the promise of goodwill deep in her bones. She’s a force of nature that’s defying all the odds and not simply combusting when you jump to hyperspace. There is no need for me to do anything to help her prove that point any further. She does it just fine on her own.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Can we go now?” You gestured down the ramp, the child letting out a soft coo from his spot in Din’s arms as he looked up at his father figure.

Letting out a grunt after a loaded minute, he brushed past you gently, heading to the end of the ramp, and you chuckled softly, following after him.

When he got near the end, his visor surveyed the ramp frozen at an odd angle once again, shaking his head in disbelief before he hopped off the end with a grunt.

“Mando!” A loud voice boomed before you’d made it to the end of the ramp. “Looks like someone could use some repairs.”

Coming to the edge, you saw a woman with dark hair looking up at you with her eyebrows raised almost into her hairline, and a tall man beside her with a wide smile across his face aimed at Din and the child.

You heard someone clearing their throat, and your attention was pulled down to find Din extending his hand not holding the child up towards you to help you off the ramp. 

Taking it, you sat on the edge with your legs dangling down before pushing off, squeezing his hand in yours like you had on the ship just before, and landing on the ground with a soft thud.

Keeping Din’s hand in yours, you turned to the two new faces to find them staring at you unabashedly. You smiled, nodding once in greeting.

“It also looks like you have some explaining to do,” the man added in a softer tone, one eyebrow cocking as his gaze moved from your joined hands and up to Din’s visor. 

Giving your hand one firm squeeze before letting go, Din put his hand on your lower back and gently pushed you toward the man, introducing you. He trailed off after he said your name, looking at you pointedly. “This is Karga.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked back at the man shaking your hand, suddenly feeling a nervous sweat trickle down the back of your neck.

“You say it like I’m some villain,” Karga mused, chuckling softly.

“We just had three hunters with trackers for her try and make a hit on Arvala-7.”

All amusement fell off of Karga’s face, his hand dropping yours, moving to rest on his hip. “What did you do now, Mando? What are you mixed up in? You can’t just keep coming here with all of your-”

“Nothing!” Din cut in, agitated. “Nothing,” he hissed a bit softer before sighing. “It’s because of her connection to me. They trashed her apartment back on Coruscant and left threats saying ‘friend of the Mandalorian’ in Mando’a on something I gave her years ago. I think whoever issued the bounty is just trying to get to me and the kid, but hunters don’t know that and they…. They told me to just ‘leave the bitch’.”

Karga groaned softly, the woman at his side letting out a soft scoff of a laugh.

“I bet that didn’t go well for them, did it?” It was the first thing she had said, her expression amused as her gaze flitted between you and Din.

“I shot him shortly after, so no,” you said softly, eyes falling to the ground by her feet to study it intently.

“Well, good riddance!” Karga said, his voice relieved, his face matching as you met his gaze.

“But that was your first kill, wasn’t it?” The woman asked softly, your gaze tearing away from Karga and over to her’s, tears filling your eyes and causing your vision to blur as you nodded once in confirmation.

“This is Cara,” Din offered softly. His voice was much closer to you than he had been a moment ago. Looking up, you saw his helmet through the swirl of your tears as he stood right beside you. “If anyone is going to help us sort this out, it’s these two.” You blinked rapidly, hoping to clear your vision. “My friends.”

The way he tilted his head on the last word made you chuckle. “Yeah, okay, point made.” You swiped at the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks. “You’re relentless.”

“Only for something I think is worthwhile.”

The unspoken words hung in the air between you. Only for you.

Looking up, you were so close, it just seemed to…. Happen. His forehead came to rest against yours so softly, you barely felt it.

You held his gaze, his soft words swimming around your head in a loop until Karga let out a heavy sigh, drawing your attention back, Din pulling away with an almost imperceptible sigh through the vocoder, making you chuckle.

“How’s my credit around here?” Din asked, reaching out to grasp Karga’s arm in a friendly greeting.

“I think something can be arranged. Isn’t that right, Marshal?” He turned to Cara on the last word, almost saying it playfully.

“I’m sure we can work somethin’ out,” Cara said, smirking, looking between the two of you. The child cooed and she reached out to touch his head softly, smiling genuinely down at him.

“I’ll get my best people on it.” Turning, Karga called out to two mechanics working a few yards away. “Hey, fellas! Let’s fix this man’s ship! I want it as good as new.”

They nodded, answering in some language you didn’t recognize.

The child cooed again, pulling Karga’s attention back his way, his face melting into something affectionate, his voice along with it. “And you, come here, little one!” He chuckled softly, taking the child from Din’s arms. “Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?” He looked at Din over the baby’s head. “Have you been takin’ good care o’ him?” The child gibbered at him, making you smile at the exchange. “Yeah? Yeah! He said ‘yeah’! Oh, yeah.” He chuckled, turning to walk towards the village, still conversing with the child, the child babbling right back. “Yes. Come on. Yeah. Yeah, look at you.”

Din and Cara exchanged an amused look before turning to follow after him, Din’s hand finding yours without a glance, pulling you along beside him, your cloak helping to cover the grip from prying eyes.

As you made your way through the main streets of the town, you realized you were under the colorful awnings you had seen from the air, and it was indeed teeming with life. New smells, sounds, and sights all around you, drawing your attention every which way. There was a clear threshold of the old town where the new more vibrant way of life was stepping off of the old crumbling walls.

One booth in particular caught your interest, and you took the few steps to close the distance between you and it, Din’s hand slipping out of yours with a slow reluctant drag as you pulled away. Before your hands could part completely, he snagged your pinky between his thumb and index finger, still hidden under the flow of your cloak. 

Looking down where they hid under the material before glancing up at his helmet, you found him carrying on conversation with his friends as they all stood to the side of the road, seemingly oblivious to you if anyone just happened to glance this way fleetingly. But under your cloak his hand gave your finger a squeeze, making you remember what you were doing, eyes falling on the booth absently before smiling at the vendor and taking the first random thing you could get your hands on, your focus now entirely between his thumb and index finger. 

Not even sure what you had bought, you stuffed it in the satchel meant for carrying the kid at some point and moved back toward the group with a smile, all of you moving forward again. You looked down at the ground when you saw Din’s visor turn your way in your peripherals, hoping your growing smile was less visible at this angle.

“Looks like you two have been busy.” Din turned back to his friends, his tone light and conversational.

Karga sighed. “I myself have been steeped in clerical work. Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.” He began to walk ahead of the group with the kid still in his arms, his steps purposeful as he wove his way through the crowd.

Cara hung back, looking at Din with a smirk. “Your ship‘s not lookin’ too good.”

Din took a heavy breath in, speaking as he let it out. “I had a run-in with the New Republic.”

Karga had suddenly rejoined the group. “They should leave the Outer Rim alone. If the Empire couldn’t settle it, what makes them think they can?” Stepping up to a doorway, he punched in a code. “Here we are.”

“I’m surprised to see this place is still standing.” Din’s voice seemed almost distant, in a memory, and you looked up at him with an arched brow.

“Wait till you see inside.” Cara walked backwards towards the doorway Karga disappeared through. 

Pulling on Din’s hand that still held your pinky finger, you met the gaze of his visor as he turned to you. “I’m going to go get the supplies we need before we really get into anything here. Just some ration packets, and some other stuff. The usual.”

“Okay, I’ll go with you. Once we’re done here, we can-”

“No, Din. It’s fine. They need to show you something, and I’ll be fine. You’ve taught me how to defend myself, given me beskar and a sigil. Meh ibac shuk'yc, Ni liser ratiin pirimuu tracyn.” You grinned up at him, laughing softly when he let out a breath at your last words, his helmet tilting to the side just so. (“If that no work, I can always use fire.”)

“Ni shi copaani gar at cuyir morut'yc.” His voice was soft, one hand coming up to rest on your cheek before hesitating just shy of your skin, and falling to your upper arm instead. (“I just want you to be safe.”)

“Ni ganar ru'hibira ibic teh gar.” (“I have learned this from you.”)

“I’ll go with her,” Cara said, still standing at the doorway, watching quietly.

Din looked over his shoulder at her, and she shrugged, pushing off of the doorframe she was leaning on and walking toward the two of you.

“I’ll keep a lookout, and honestly, I have a few questions,” she grinned at you. “I can finally get some answers about the brute in beskar over here.” She jerked her head toward Din and winked at you, making you smile and Din groan.

“I don’t know,” he began reluctantly. “Mesh’la, if you wait-”

“If I wait, we will waste time. Cara knows where everything is, I can get done in half the time if she helps. I won’t tell her too much, don’t worry.” You winked at him, making Cara throw her head back and laugh at the exchange. 

“Mir'sheb,” Din mumbled, squeezing your arm still in his grasp. (“Smartass.”)

“Shi par gar.” You tilted your head slightly as you looked up at Din, his weight shifting to one side before Cara finally pulled you two apart. (“Only for you.”)

“Okay, love birds, or whatever the hell this whole situation is, break it up. Let’s get moving. Come on.” She pulled you away by your upper arm, immediately starting in on the questions. “Was that Mando’a?”

“Elek.” (“Yes.”)

She hesitated. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Elek, ni jorhaa'i Mando'a.” (“Yes, I speak Mando'a.”)

She huffed. “No wonder you and Mando get along so well. Both so damn infuriating.”

Din’s laugh could be heard at your backs, making your smile grow. 

“N'eparavu takisit.” (“I eat my insult.” (“l apologize.”))

She let out a groan, making you smile, as you walked up to the first booth side by side. Grabbing a few ration packets, you went to grab some credits from your belt, your cloak pulling away in the process, and your saber flashing in the sunlight for the briefest of moments. 

Glancing up, you caught her gaze on yours, eyebrow cocked, smirk on her face before her eyes flitted back down. She eyed the saber on your hip for a long moment, gaze staying down until you left the booth and it finally lifted back up to yours. “And would you, by chance, be a Jedi?” She kept her voice low, and you were grateful, her eyes studying the ground in front of the two of you as you walked. 

You smiled, her smirk infectious. “Bartender.”

Her eyes danced, lifting back up to yours, her smirk growing wider. “Even better.”

Chuckling, you turned to face forward again, looking at the various booths you passed by. “What was that building back there?”

She mirrored you, walking a few paces before pointing to a booth on the left and beginning to make her way over there. “It’s a school now. Used to be a bar that was the main hub for the guild here on the planet.”

You adjusted the strap of your satchel absently, your voice soft. “Oh. So that’s where it happened.”

Cara’s voice was equally as soft, her features looking at you with curiosity and also concern. “Where what happened?” She began to hand you a few fresh fruits from the booth, paying for them herself once she was done.

You looked up to meet her gaze confidently. “Where the three of you faced off against Gideon. And he….” You had to swallow, and take a deep breath before you could continue. “Where he almost died.”

Her expression turned comforting, a hand coming to rest on your upper arm in soft grip to match her tone. “How much has he told you?”

You smiled sadly, turning to begin down the road again. Stuffing the fruit in your satchel, you kept two of them out, handing one to her, which she took with a smile. “I’m sure not everything, but enough. He kept referring to it as an ‘incident’ until the seventh or eighth time when I finally said, ‘oh, shut up you overgrown tin can and tell me what really happened’, and he-”

Cara pulled you to a stop abruptly, making you grip the fruit in your hand a little harder than intended, and making dents in the soft flesh. “Wait. You called him an overgrown tin can?”

You examined the fruit. “….Yes?” Looking back up at her, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

She just smirked at you, her eyebrows raised in shock like when she had first seen you on the Crest. She let out a gentle chuckle, slightly shaking her head. “….And you’re still alive?”

You grinned, understanding what she meant. “I call him a lot of things.”

Her eyes were wide. “That’s….” She let out a loud breath through puffed out cheeks. “That’s just not the Mando I know.”

“How do you mean?” You tilted your head at her, bringing the fruit to your mouth to finally take a bite. It distracted you for a moment, it was so juicy and sweet and caught you off guard, making you roll your eyes and groan as you chewed. Shaking your head to clear the fruit induced haze, you focused your gaze back on her.

She just smiled knowingly. “Letting you call him anything other than Mando, teaching you Mando’a, telling you anything about himself….”

“He’s also teaching me a few other languages-” You examined the fruit, plotting where to take your next bite when she cut you off, drawing your attention away.

“Oh, he has it bad.” She was grinning like a fool.

You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, fruit forgotten. “What-”

She polished her fruit on the sleeve of her shirt, grinning as she spoke. “I thought his body language was enough of a tell earlier, helping you off the ship, leaning his head against yours, just being so close, but this all makes it so clear.”

“He’s a very giving person! I mean, look at this. He gave me this.” You fished the knife out of your belt, careful to not get any juice from the fruit still in your hand on it.

She hesitated, looking at you with eyebrows that didn’t really know which way they wanted to go. “A shitty knife?”

You chuckled. “No, that.” You pointed at the etching.

She narrowed her eyes, bringing the blade closer to her face. “He gave you…. His sigil? You’re a member of his clan?”

Taking the knife and carefully putting it away, you took out your blaster to show her its newest addition. “That’s what I thought it was originally, too, and yes, but, it’s also an ancient Mandalorian symbol of courting.”

Her eyes instantly flew off of the blaster she was studying and onto your face, her expression completely blank. “Of….”

You laughed again, taking the blaster gingerly from her hands and reholstering it. “Yeah, I know. Threw me for a loop, too. Took him days to admit it.”

“You love him.” Her tone was soft, and she smiled fondly.

Studying her face for a moment, your own smile growing steadily, you nodded once before studying the fruit in your hand once again. “Yeah I think I do. I think I have for a while now.”

“How long?”

You thought for a minute, idly fiddling with the fruit in your hands, and smiling again when you realized. “Since he first started coming into my bar every few months if I was lucky, and calling me mesh’la.”

She pulled on your arm gently, both of you moving to the next booth slowly. “He called you that earlier. What does it mean?”

You hesitated, wincing when you realized you should have seen it sooner. “….Beautiful.”

“Oh, you have it bad.” She threw her head back and barked out a laugh. 

“A drunk patron was trying his luck with me, and Din started teasing me with it-”

“Mesh’la.”

You scrunched up your nose in distaste at the sound of the word coming from her mouth. “It doesn’t sound the same when you say it.”

She grinned. “Because I’m not a giant shiny man cloaked in mystery and shrouded in secrets. You have a type.”

You felt defensive all of a sudden, but couldn't stop smiling as you jumped in. “He’s a good man. Caring, helpful, protective, smart…. Funny….”

She matched your dreamy tone. “Calls you mesh’la….”

“You’re really intent to ruin that for me, aren’t you?” You turned to her with a grimace, tilting your head at her as she laughed at your expression.

“No! No, I’m just teasing.” Stopping at the last booth you needed, she spoke softly as you gathered the last few things you needed for the Crest. “I’m happy for you, both of you. He deserves some happiness and normalcy in his life. If he’s found that with you, then I’m happy for him.”

Pausing in your item search, you turned your head to look at her, smiling softly to match her own. “Thank you.”

She nodded. “But can I just say?” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you went back to paying for your stuff, and she chuckled. “I think you two need to sit down and have a real discussion about this? Because you both are so obviously over the moon for each other, it’s disgusting, and I think it would go a long way if all that got out in the open.”

You nodded, turning to look at her. “You might be right.”

She sighed. “Got everything?” Finally biting into her fruit, she reacted much the same way you did.

“Almost. I just remembered I wanted to get a holopad so I can do some research, and possibly to help with repairs on the Crest. Maybe a comm unit so I have the option to stay in contact with Mando if necessary. Is that something I can find here?”

She grinned at you triumphantly. “Until recently, I would have said no, but there’s a new Marshal in town, and she’s been working to get everyone access to stuff like that. I’ll see what I can do.”

“She sounds amazing,” you teased.

“I’ll pass it on.” She winked at you. “Whatever I end up with, it’s free of charge.”

“No,” you began to protest, reaching for your bag of credits, her hand on yours stopping you. “No, Cara. That’s not fair. It’s the most expensive thing on my list. Both of them are. You have to-”

“I don’t have to do anything,” she grinned at you, softly pulling your hand away from your credit bag. “Consider it a gift for making the grumpiest man I know in the galaxy happy.”

“Who is she making happy now?” The modulated voice at your back made your stomach do silly things, and you turned quickly to face the T visor already fixed on you.

“Oh, this giant grumpy tin can I know,” Cara teased, her eyes flitting to yours, narrowed as if to say, watch.

“What did you just call me?” Din’s voice was low, his head tilted forward just slightly as his visor zeroed in on Cara.

Quickly reaching out and taking his hand in your own, you drew his focus back to you. “Nothing. She’s just teasing. I told her about the time I had you explain the incident and all she heard was my nickname for you, that’s all.”

“I told you he’d wanna kill me,” Cara mused smugly, walking over to stand beside Karga who looked on with a broad grin. She tossed her fruit in a trash bin nearby, before turning to Karga. “Come on. Let’s give them a minute to settle in and breathe before we start in on business. Drop their stuff by the ship then come meet us at the office.”

“But we-”

“Come on,” she hissed through clenched teeth, cutting Karga off and pulling him along back down the street, giving you a pointed look before she was out of sight.

“What was that about?” Din looked down at you, his head tilting in that way that always made you smile.

“I don’t know. She said a lot while we were walking. Let’s go drop the stuff off at the ship. Maybe I’ll remember on the way.”

“She said a lot, huh?”

You laughed. “Yeah. She wanted to know what mesh’la meant.”

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” His voice was tight, concerned.

“Yeah, why?”

He groaned, a hand coming to pull down the front of his helmet in exasperation. “She’s never gonna let me hear the end of it.”

You laughed again, this time a little louder. “She is convinced we have it bad for each other, and that that mesh’la was the secret start of it all.”

“Secret start?”

“Yeah. She thinks you didn’t just say it to tease me because of that drunk Twi'lek-”

“Well, she’s right. I didn’t.”

You swallowed, your voice coming out small. “You didn’t?”

“Well, it was the first time, but I’d been thinking it for weeks already, just…. Couldn’t…. Say it. Then once I had I just…. Couldn’t… Stop.”

Pulling him to an abrupt stop with your hand on his bicep, you turned to face him as he did the same. Looking up into his visor, you found yourself wishing not for the first time you could see his eyes. Not just to see them, but so they could see yours, without a filter, not in black and white, and see how truly and deeply you meant what you said and how you felt.

“That’s not fair, Din,” you said barely above a whisper, people walking around the two of you as you stood in the middle of the street. 

“Oh, I think it’s entirely fair, mesh’la.” His voice was low, almost playful, and a shiver ran down your spine at the implication.

“You can’t just…. Say that’s what you were saying all this time.” You stared at his beskar covered chest, looking for the right words. 

“Why?” His weight shifted and his helmet tilted and you wanted to scream at how casually he was playing this.

Glaring up at his visor, he chuckled softly at your reaction. Speaking lowly, hissing the words through clenched teeth, you leaned up on your tiptoes to get closer to his face. “Because, you overgrown tin can, I-”

Suddenly you were being pulled into a nearby alley, pushed softly up against the wall, and Din was crowding your space like he had in those last few moments on Arvala-7. Looking up with wide eyes, you saw yourself reflected in his visor only inches from your face, the rest of his body pressing into yours, the hard edges of his beskar trying to mold along your softer lines.

“Continue,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

Your mind spun for a moment as your hands reached up and wound into his cowl of their own accord like they always did, gripping it tight and pulling him closer as he let out a soft groan at the movement. You faintly registered he’d made you drop your fruit in the dash to the alley, but you didn’t really care right now.

“Um,” you began, licking your lips and trying to think while your mind felt weighed down like you imagine spice would make you feel. 

He took in a sharp breath at the motion, groaning softly when you shifted your weight slightly, his head tilting back just enough that you could see a small patch of bare skin.

You had one mission, your thoughts suddenly crystal clear, and you pressed up on your tiptoes once again, placing your mouth just shy of the patch of skin and letting out a shaky breath. “Are you asking me,” you spoke lowly and slowly, making sure your breath hit his skin just right, your lips just barely grazing his neck if you moved the right way. “Are you asking me to continue calling you an overgrown tin can?”

He shuddered at the feel of your breath on his pulse, and you smirked.

“Because, if that’s the case,” you sighed, making sure every bit of the breath hit his skin, and smiled even broader when his weight melted further into you. “There are plenty of other things I can call you.”

“That’s not fair,” he said in a low, gravely voice, mimicking your words.

“Oh, I think it’s entirely fair, cyar'ika.” You mimicked his response back to him, changing the endearment, and his sigh seemed to indicate he approved.

His forehead came to meet yours with a soft thunk, making you laugh softly as he continued to melt into you against the wall. This hardened warrior clad in the toughest metal in the galaxy was turning to putty in your hands at some simple words. The back of your head lightly landed against the wall at your back as he continued to lean into you, every part of him trying to crawl into every part of you.

“Gar cuyi ner aliit. Ni kar'tayli darasuum gar. Gar cuyi ner mir'sheb bal gar utreekov kar'tayli darasuum gar, cyar’ika.” His voice was low and sounded like he was drunk or sleep deprived, every word a little lazy as it rolled off his tongue.

Your breath caught in your chest. “That’s what you said on the ship the first time I asked you to teach me Mando’a.” He nodded against your forehead, making you grin. “That’s a low blow, Din, I still don’t know what it me-”

“You are my family.” He spoke clearly, all trace of laziness leaving his voice. 

You looked up into his visor through your lashes, and somehow you knew he was holding your gaze, too.

“I love you.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was like gravity had decided to punch every ounce of oxygen from your lungs and refuse entry to any more. You simply blinked up at him, once. Twice. Three times before your mouth snapped shut and you swallowed roughly, trying to make your brain work again.

“You are my smartass, and your idiot loves you, darling.”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that tumbled out of your throat and past your lips, into the scarce space between you. It seemed to bounce off his beskar and vibrate back into your chest, leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Bringing your hands up to rest on either side of his helmet where his cheeks would be, you held his gaze with the biggest smile you’d ever felt on your face. His hands had come to sit on your waist, his thumbs tracing lazy lines against the curve of your hips, leaving sparks in their wake each time.

Voice barely above a whisper, you just managed to get one thing out. “Bal gar mir'sheb kar'tayli darasuum gar.” (“And your smartass loves you.”)

He chuckled softly, helmet falling to rest on your shoulder as it rocked gently side to side in disbelief. “I was waiting to tell you. I wanted…. I wanted it to be just right, and the time was never….” He lifted his head back up just enough to look at you. “We have really weird lives.”

You laughed softly as his head came back to rest on your shoulder again, one of your hands coming up to the back of his neck, lightly threading your fingers through the ends of his hair that stuck out of his helmet at the nape of his neck. 

He groaned, the rest of him going as still as a statue. “If you keep doing that, we’re never going to leave this alley,” he all but grumbled into your shoulder, making you snicker. 

Moving your hand down to simply cradle his neck, you turned your face towards him, ducking your head slightly to try and catch his eye. “You’re right. We need to go to the ship, then go back to see your friends. They said they had some business involving you-”

“No, forget that. Let’s go get the kid and go somewhere nice and warm. Somewhere green. That’s what you said, wasn’t it?” His tone was once again lazy, and you couldn’t help but grin at his antics.

“Din, they are your friends. Come on.” He groaned as he finally stood up, not quite removing his weight off of you. “Speaking of, where is the kid?”

“Karga talked me into leaving him at the school while we went to his office, then we got sidetracked when we ran into you.”

“Sidetracked, huh?” You said smugly, one eyebrow quirked. 

“Yeah,” his tone was almost shy, making your seemingly permanent smile grow a little more at the rare sight.

“Well, come on, then. You made me drop my fruit when you manhandled me back here-”

“I did not man-”

“So,” you continued as if he didn’t say anything, earning a sigh of frustration. “We’re going to go back to the booth and get a replacement because it was really good, and then we need to go drop everything off at the ship, then we go back and see what your friends need.”

“Our friends.”

You stopped, turning to look at him behind you. “What?”

“They both really like you. Karga wouldn’t stop chewing my ear off about you the whole way back here from the school, and you only said about five words to him.”

“Really?”

“Cara obviously likes you, too. Ganged up on me, and everything,” he grumbled, turning his head to look at nothing in particular before looking back at you. “I told you they would help.”

You rolled your eyes. “Kriff. You talk too much when you’re happy. Come on.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me?”

You began to walk toward the fruit stand, turning when you didn’t hear his tell tale jingle behind you and finding him with his hands on his hips as he stared at you, standing in the mouth of the alley.

“Who said I was happy?”

It was your turn to scoff, your own hands going to your hips as you stared him down. “Oh really? Fine. You wanna play that way?” You closed the few feet between you, leaning in and saying in a low voice, “I can play. So you're saying that when I did this….” One of your hands went around the back of his neck, fingers lightly tugging on that tuft of hair, making his breath stutter. “Or this….” Pressing onto your tiptoes you leaned into the front of his neck, letting your breath warm his pulse point once again, his breathing becoming labored. “Or this….” Your free hand wound up into his cowl and pulled him impossibly closer, his breathing stopping altogether. 

You smirked, your eyes cast down towards his chest as his head leaned in towards yours. “You’re telling me none of that made you happy?”

“Ni cuyi gar utreekov, partayli?” His voice was low and almost sounded pained. (“I am your idiot, remember?”)

“Ni kar'tayli. Ni kar'tayli gar. Gar cuyi ner kar'ta, partayli?” You whispered, your heads finally resting against one another. (“I know. I know you. You are my heart, remember?”)

“Shi par gar.” He whispered back. (“Only for you.”)

“Um, excuse me?”

Din immediately pulled his blaster and aimed it at the new mechanical voice, your own arm pointing at the sound with your vambrace ready, both weapons charging up as the droid jumped slightly and took a few small steps back. 

“Oh. So sorry. I- Mashal Cara Dune has sent me with the items you requested.” Holding out a bag with a jerky movement, the humanoid droid looked between the two of you, waiting for a response.

Sighing, you disengaged your vambrace, reaching over and pushing Din’s blaster down slowly, ignoring his slight head tilt in question. Easing his weight off of you, you closed the small space between you and the droid, taking the small bag with a smile. “Thank you.”

“What items?” Din asked, holstering his blaster as he peeked over your shoulder.

Looking in the bag, you pointed at each item. “A holopad to help on the ship and for research, a comm so we can keep in contact if we need to split up, and…. Wait, that's all I asked for, what’s….” You rolled your eyes, reaching into the bag and withdrawing a piece of fruit like you had dropped.

“She says she hopes you enjoy the replacement,” the droid said politely, bowing its head and shoulders forward slightly before turning and leaving as quickly as it came.

“She’s something else,” you chuckled, shaking your head before you bit into the fruit, having the same reaction again with your eyes fluttering shut and a soft groan passing your lips. “You have to try this.”

He watched you for a long moment, until your eyes narrowed under his studious gaze, your eyebrow cocking. “What?”

He cleared his throat. “When we get to the ship, and we can get some privacy, I’d love to try one. You’ve already piqued my interest.”

“How do you-”

He began dragging you back down the street by your wrist in a light grip, headed toward the ship.

“If you moaned any louder while you ate that damn fruit, I might have started to get jealous.”

Blinking for a few seconds, you finally processed what he had said, throwing your head back and laughing as he continued to pull you toward the Crest.

“Sorry. I’ll keep that in mind next time. Try to keep it down.”

He stopped suddenly, rounding on you, his helmet inches from your face.

“Don’t you dare,” he said lowly. He took a deep breath, letting it out before adding on, “I just hope that someday it’s not just fruit that gets that reaction.”

You blinked up at him rapidly, your breath stuck in your chest before a soft moan bubbled up and out.

A breathy chuckle passed through the modulator. “I can work with that.”

The rest of the way back to the ship, you tried to ignore the warmth of his gloved grasp around your wrist. The way sparks shot up your arm at any point of contact. The way it stirred something to life deep in your gut that felt like it was trying to escape out of your throat on something stupid like a breathy giggle for no reason at all.

You stared at his grip around your arm, his hands so much bigger than any part of you, encompassing your wrist easily with extra to spare. It made you feel warm, feel safe, like nothing bad in the world could touch you, so long as he was nearby, and you could do absolutely anything as long as his hand stayed right where it was, or at least touching you in some way.

It wasn’t the Force, though you felt that flowing freely between the two of you, and circling around you like a protective shield. It was a force all its own, something strong and true, more resilient than even the most raw connection to everything around you. You’d never quite felt it before, and now that you had, you wanted to feel nothing else for the rest of time.

Dawning on you, something you’d thought a hundred times before, but now had an entirely new meaning, you looked up at the back of his helmet and smiled as he continued to guide you back to the ship now only yards away. This is home. It’s not a place, or a structure, or even just shelter on the road. It’s a person, multiple persons, coming into your life and painting the dull gray walls a vibrant shade that only they can. Leaving an indelible mark on you for the rest of your life.

Seeing their smile, hearing their laugh, it only adds another coat, making it brighter than before, more spacious and warm. A place you can retreat to when things threaten to knock down your perfect structure.

And this man in front of you made the most beautiful colors for you, spreading them on every surface he could touch, physically and mentally. Now every time you looked at your hands, you didn’t see wear, you saw his giant fingers hovering just out of reach, waiting for yours to slip into his before he whisked you off to the next adventure. And sometimes that adventure was simply holding his hand until the next crazy thing happened. Just sitting in the silence between moments, knowing the other was there.

You’d never seen his smile, but you’d heard it. And it sounded beautiful. 

You’d tried to ignore it, until you realized…. You didn’t have to anymore.

Smiling, you opened your mouth to say as much, but stopped when you spotted the two mechanics working on the outside of the ship. Nodding to them politely, they returned the gesture before resuming their work. One of them made you narrow your eyes at him as you walked up the ramp into the Crest. Something just felt…. Off.

You tried to look at the parts in his hand, but when he glanced up and saw you were looking, he startled ever so slightly, fumbling what was in his hands and concealing it from you as he pretended to focus on the open panel in front of him.

“Well, the ship is looking better already,” Din said, turning in a small circle once he stepped inside off the ramp. “Still needs work, but it’s coming along.”

Leaning on the frame of the opening, arms across your chest, you watched the mechanic go back to whatever was in his hand, fumbling with it inside the panel.

“Yeah. It’s looking great,” you said absently, keeping your voice low so you didn’t alert the mechanic or Din that you were suspicious of anything.

Whatever he was doing, it looked over complicated, and you just decided to go back and fix it later.

You heard a hiss from Din’s helmet over in a corner and a quiet moan as he took a bite of the fruit, making you smile. “I told you.” You stood guard at the door so neither mechanic could come and accidentally see him with his helmet tilted back.

“That’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever tasted,” he mumbled, another soft groan falling shortly after, making you chuckle softly.

“You should savor it, then. Eat it slowly.”

“Too late,” his modulated voice came through close behind you as he chucked what was left of the fruit out across the barren surface of the planet. “That thing never stood a chance.”

“Did you just litter?” You asked in mock shock.

He stared at you for a long moment before pointing out towards where the fruit had landed. “You see that out there? That’s lava. It’s gonna disintegrate.” His voice was droll, making you roll your eyes.

Removing the satchel of items from its place on your shoulder, you set it on some boxes by the refresher door. “I’ll put it away later. Cara and Karga are waiting for us. Let’s head back.”

“Are you sure?” He began to crowd your space again, backing you into the wall right behind you.

“Din,” you hissed, looking at his chest as you tried not to smile, lightly pushing against his armor even though you both knew it was futile.

“We could stay here until the repairs are done, lay low….” His voice was lowering with each statement, now just a low rumble as he tilted his head and looked down at you, his face only inches away from your own.

“They would find us in a heartbeat, Din,” you scoffed. “And you call yourself a hunter.”

He grunted at the slight, making sure to lightly poke you where he knew it would tickle, making you go still instantly, wide eyes on his visor. “We could still go grab the kid and leave now…. Go somewhere green…. And warm…. Anywhere you want to go.”

Your arms found their way up around his neck, pulling him even closer still as you finally let the smile win. “And what about the rest of the repairs?”

“I recently taught someone how to do minor repair work, and she seems to be doing an amazing job so far….”

You let out a huff. “Oh, really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed, his beskar vibrating against your chest with the sound.

“Then you should tell her that she’s doing a good job.” You smiled coyly, hand finding that tuft of hair at the nape of his neck and dusting the tips of your fingers through it.

“She knows,” he all but groaned out, head falling against yours like before with a soft thunk.

“Is that what you were trying to say the other day when you grumbled about what I did under the console in the cockpit? Because that sounded a lot like complaining.”

He grunted in response, making you chuckle.

“Hey, now, don’t start speaking Tusken to me, Din. We don’t have time to dive into that.”

He shook his head gently as it rested against yours.

“Gar cuvi ori'atin,” he grumbled. (“You are very stubborn.”)

“Shi par gar,” you whispered. (“Only for you.”)

You both laughed softly, enjoying the small moment of just one another and a peaceful breath. Pushing his head back just enough that you could look up and meet the T of his visor, you smiled up at him, opening your mouth to say something when a throat being cleared cut you off.

Din’s body went rigid then collapsed against you further with a sigh. “Karga,” he mumbled almost bitterly.

“Yes. It’s me. The person waiting for you patiently back at my office. While you’re here…. Doing….. This.”

Tucking your face into Din’s cowl, you snorted out a laugh, trying to hide your snickers at his tone while Din just groaned at his friend.

“Did I invite you aboard my ship? No. In fact, last time you were on my ship, I shot you.” Din pushed off the wall behind you, turning to face Karga slowly where he stood at the top of the ramp. 

“Come now, Mando. Those were different times!” He chuckled nervously, his hands held out beside him. 

“But I haven’t changed much,” Din muttered almost under his breath, slowly closing the distance between them. 

“I told you not to interrupt them,” Cara’s voice sounded from the bottom of the ramp, both men turning their heads to look at her.

You took the few steps to the top of the ramp, standing between the two men and looked down at Cara, hands on your hips. “Smart woman,” you teased. Looking to each man over one of your shoulders than the other, you looked back forward down the ramp. “Well.” You clapped your hands together in front of you once to break the tension. “Let’s get to this office, shall we?” You looked at Karga pointedly.

“I will if he will,” Karga nodded his head toward Din as he all but mumbled his agreement.

Din sighed. “Just go already. We’ll be right behind you.” He gestured down the ramp with one arm before it went back to rest on his hip. 

Karga looked over his shoulder every few steps to make sure you were actually coming.

Din turned to you at the top of the ramp before either of you could take a step, sighing. “Well, I guess we don’t get to make a grand escape like we were talking about.”

“Like you were talking about,” you clarified, making him huff. “At least not this time,” you added, making his breath hitch for just a moment. “Anywhere I want to go….” You began as you started down the ramp, watching him over your shoulder with a smirk. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Turning forward to go the rest of the way down the ramp, you barely just heard his low reply before his footsteps followed after you. 

“I hope that you do.”

Xxx

Din POV

He couldn’t get enough. 

The moment had come, and it had all just come out, he couldn’t stop it. It was like some obnoxious string pulling it out of him before he knew what he was saying. But as soon as the first word was out…. He couldn’t say the rest fast enough.

Couldn’t say it sincerely enough. The depth he wanted, the truth beneath his words, it all seemed to fall flat, and yet…. Yet it sat so utterly right once it hit the air.

He’d sworn the creed, dedicating his life to The Way, recited the rules time and time again, and even that paled in comparison in his mind to this.

He’d always been a man of few words, whether that came from being alone for so long or was just another part of him was hard to tell now, even for him. He only spoke to bounties to intimidate and direct, almost never more than that. If he did, it was one word answers or a simple grunt in response. Usually he let the carbonite chamber do the talking for him, leaving him in blissful silence once again.

But then he found himself in a bar on the lower levels of Coruscant, finally finding the courage to say a simple hello to a bartender, who smiled as she said it back. He could go on and on that he was simply reserved because of what he witnessed in the alley weeks prior, how you don’t just jump into conversation with someone who lobs a lit bottle of alcohol across the street on accident, but that would all be lies.

That was something else he didn’t often do, Din wasn’t one to tell lies. There was no need. Yes, he was a bounty hunter. No, he wouldn’t just kill you for sitting next to him on the random planet of the week. Yes, he was with the guild, had a fob, had killed someone, the list went on and on, but each was a singular truth. 

Until he found himself trying to explain to himself how he felt about you.

Oh, the lies he’d told, each one ridiculous and stupid, things he didn’t even believe as he was saying them, but he stood by them long enough to let them get in the way.

I travel too much.

You’re reading too much into things.

There’s no way she doesn’t smile like that at everyone.

Then one day, an over eager drunk Twi’lek said something stupid to you while he was there. Complimented your eyes, among other things, slurred with whiffs of spotchka vapor following after each kind word. You’d mumbled something behind a polite grin, along the lines of, “Don’t let my boyfriend hear you say that.” And Din’s heart had sunk.

He’d waited too long. Of course he had. You had-

He caught your pleading gaze as you wiped down a cup behind the bar, the Twi’lek leaning in much too close over the counter between you, slurring questions about this supposed significant other.

Getting to his feet silently, he went to the Twi’lek just a few feet away, standing beside him and leaning one arm on the bar. “You need to back away.”

Turning to look at the newcomer, the Twi’s face was hard set but it quickly melted when he had to tilt his head back to be able to look Din in the face. Standing to his full height, chest puffed out as he swayed a little bit, the Twi’lek did his best to seem bigger than he was. Din also rose off the bar, but felt no need to try and intimidate the other man several inches shorter than him.

“And who are you?” The Twi got out surprisingly clearly.

“Does it matter? You need to back off.”

The Twi scoffed, laughing softly before turning back to face the girl behind the bar with a salacious grin. “Excuse me, but you’re interrupting things between me and my girl, so-”

Before he could think, Din had reached out and grabbed the man’s upper arm in a tight grip, smirking at his wince in pain. “I said….” He lowered his head just enough for emphasis. “You need to back off.”

“And I said, who are you?” The Twi hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m-”

“He’s the boyfriend,” you said smugly from behind the bar, smirking, lazily drying another glass.

Din froze, but quickly shook it off, tilting his head menacingly at the Twi’lek in his grip. The man had the decency to swallow roughly, cowering back as he fumbled over words of apology, lame gestures with his hands pulling his arm from Din’s grip roughly before he just turned and ran.

“You didn’t close your tab….” You called after him. “Asshole,” you added on a mumble, making Din chuckle as he turned to face you, leaning on his elbows on the bar.

“So I’m the-”

“Sorry.” You paused drying the cup, screwing your eyes shut. Opening them again, you narrowed your eyebrows. “He just wouldn’t take a hint.” You smiled kindly at him. “Tell you what, I owe you. The rest of tonight is on me, whatever you want.”

“Well, in the interest of keeping with the theme…. How about a spotchka, mesh’la?”

You scrunched your nose up at him in question as you began to pour the drink. “What does that mean?” You slid the small glass over to him.

“Beautiful.” He slid the cup back over to you, laughing softly when you tilted your head in question. “You need a drink after…. All that,” he gestured vaguely towards the front door where the creep had vanished, making you chuckle. “And I need to keep my wits about me in case anyone else feels brave tonight.” He sat back in the stool with a loud, dramatic sigh.

Tossing your head back and laughing, you gently shook it in disbelief at him before taking the shot quickly and leaning on the bar so your faces were only inches apart, lowering your voice. “Well, I’ll tell you, if you just stay right there and keep me company, I’m pretty sure nobody would be stupid enough to try anything again. ….I would hope.”

He laughed softly, something he hadn’t done in a long time, and he enjoyed the way it rolled out of his chest and off his limbs. He really should do it more often. “Well, let’s give them something to talk about, then.”

The nickname had just come out. It was meant to be teasing, but unlike everything else, it was the first thing of truth he’d allowed himself concerning you, and that brought the rest of the walls down. He found himself smiling more, laughing, and just relaxing for the first time in years. And oddest of all, at least to him, he found himself talking. About himself. Willingly. To another human being. For hours.

He walked away from the bar at sunrise the following day, hours after closing, having spent the wee hours of the night with you as you cleaned ‘for extra security’ he’d joked. That bled into him on one side of the bar, you on the other, both leaning forward on your elbows and talking enthusiastically about anything and everything. He shared his creed, and without being asked you’d turned around after pouring two shots of spotchka and swiping your own, downing it with your back to him and shuddering as it burned down your throat.

He’d stared for a moment, glass held halfway to his lips, watching as you fiddled with the wall of bottles mindlessly, waiting patiently for him to be done so you could turn back around. No rush, no pressure, just a part of his life now a part of yours.

He never really cared for spotchka much before, but after that night, it held a certain…. Edge over other drinks in his mind. He couldn’t drink it without smirking.

And now that everything had caught up with him, his words spilling out and covering you both with a sense of calm that came only from knowing something true deep in your bones. Now….

He’d always been one for space, privacy, the Crest his personal haven away from anything and everything. But now….

Now he looked at you, standing in the middle of the street, and he feels that smirk he gets from drinking spotchka climbing his face, and he can’t help but grab you and pull you with him into somewhere more private. You give him a certain…. Edge nothing else ever has.

He doesn’t want personal space. He doesn’t want anything that doesn’t involve being near you in some way. The thought physically makes him break out into a cold sweat. All it had taken were a few moments on Arvala-7, a few stolen touches and longing glances, and he couldn’t stop.

You made him feel like everyone said spotchka was supposed to. His head spun, his thoughts clouded over, but only because of how high he felt like he was floating. His stomach refused to stand still alongside him. His hands began to sweat, he couldn’t stop smiling, and everything from head to toe began to hum.

But there was a stillness in it all, a calm he’d never felt before that gave him a clarity he only ever had while hunting. You helped him focus, helped him breathe in the midst of chaos. 

He understood now how people got addicted to spice. If it was anything like this, he didn’t blame them. There was a certain thrum through his veins he didn’t want to ever leave. 

You made things bearable. Made so many things actually enjoyable.

And that was why when Karga had cleared his throat somewhere behind him while the two of you enjoyed a moment on the Crest, there wasn’t an instant repeat of the last time he’d caught the man on his ship uninvited.

His irritation was instantly soothed when he looked down to find you tucked into his cowl, snorting out laughter at the absurd situation.

He smirked, feeling an edge as he straightened up, turning to face his friend.

The rest of the exchange blurred in his memory, the next important thing being you walking down the ramp, looking at him over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk. 

“Anywhere I want to go….” You began as you started down the ramp. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Turning forward to continue down the ramp, you barely made it a few steps before he mumbled his reply, his footsteps following after you. 

He meant it. He wanted to go anywhere with you, so long as you’d stay beside him, and help him face wherever it was…. Tome. (“Together.”)

“I hope that you do.”

Xxx

Normal POV

Rounding the corner into the office, you heard a dry, sarcastic voice start into a conversation as soon as Karga was over the threshold.

“There’s no registration on the ship, but I’m pretty sure it belongs….”

The Mythrol sitting behind a desk faded off with wide eyes when he looked up and saw Din.

“I believe you two have met.” Karga’s tone was droll, his eyes almost rolling at the exchange, glancing at Din pointedly.

A puff of vapor shot out with a hiss around the Mythrol’s neck in a cloud that quickly dissipated, his large eyes locked on to the Mandalorian as the warrior came to a stop in front of him. You looked on in amusement, trying unsuccessfully to hide the quickly rising upturn of your cheek. 

Din nodded, staring the poor blue man down. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

A gulp was his response, before a wry, somewhat shaky, “Right back at ya.”

Unable to contain your soft snort of laughter any longer, you quickly tried to cover it behind your hand, arching an eyebrow at Karga as he looked to you in amusement. A broad smile came across his face before his features schooled once again into something more official in nature. 

“Mythrol here’s taken care of my books since he was a pollywog. But then he disappeared one day after a bit of ‘creative accounting’.”

Both of your eyebrows shot up in understanding before your gaze shifted back to the bright blue man behind the desk expectantly. 

He chuckled softly, nervously. “Magistrate Karga was generous enough to let me work off my debt. Thank you, by the way.” He added the end almost as an afterthought, making you shake your head gently at his antics.

Karga smirked. “Three hundred and fifty years, but who’s counting?”

“Well, if he runs off on you again, let me know.” Din hadn’t looked away from him once in this whole exchange, and you almost felt sorry for the man. That visor could be intimidating. 

Mythrol let out a huff. “Let me assure you, I do not wanna spend any more time in carbonite. Still can’t see outta my left eye.”

You’d seen the carbonite chamber on the ship, and Din had told you stories, but it was different to hear a first hand account of it. A light shiver rolled down your spine at the thought. Cara, standing behind you since you all walked in, must have noticed, and she tried to change the subject.

“So. You got my delivery?” Her tone was dripping with things unsaid, her gaze holding yours as she made her way over behind another desk on the other side of the room.

“Yes, thank you,” you said quietly, matching her stare ounce for ounce, the intensity of it far outweighed either of your tones.

She smirked at you as you walked past her. “How was the fruit?”

“Just fine, thank you,” you mumbled, ignoring her snicker at your back as you continued around the table.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Din mumbled as he rounded around beside you, making Cara’s laughter stop short, her eyes narrowing as she studied the two of you suspiciously.

“Okay, I know what I meant, but what do you two….”

“We’re just talking about fruit, Cara. Get your mind back up here and out of the gutters.” You shook your head gently at her, smiling slightly.

“But he….” She shook her head, looking at the desk. “Tin can strikes again.” Poking her finger into the top of the desk a few times before letting out a huff, she studied the surface before looking back up to the rest of you. “Can we talk business?” Her eyes were narrowed in playful annoyance.

Din almost groaned, speaking on the heavy breath instead. “I’m only here for repairs.”

“Which’ll take a while.” Karga sounded cautious, almost hopeful. “Which means you’ll have free time on your hands, right? And we could really use your help.”

Din exchanged a look with you, his visor carrying an unspoken message you’d learned to understand by now. He wanted your input. Shrugging gently, you heard his huff in annoyance at you, his head slightly rolling in exasperation, making you laugh softly.

“Help how?” He finally offered.

Cara pushed a few buttons and a holo map popped up over her desk. Pointing to each place she spoke of, you moved in closer to get a better look. “This is Nevarro. We’re here. This entire area’s a green zone. Completely safe. But over on this side is the problem.” The map reeled to a giant red zone, zooming in on a structure, and your eyes narrowed as you stared at it.

“It’s an old Imperial base.” Karga’s words barely registered with you, his voice sounding far away as something similar to what you heard on Trask began to flood your ears. Whispers. Menacing and threatening. Haunting. Your stomach began to leave the atmosphere while your feet were still firmly on the ground. Something wasn’t right. 

Cara spoke and her voice jolted you back to the room, no remnants of the ghostly visitors anywhere to be found. It sounded like the conversation hadn’t missed a beat at all, but you swore you’d been listening to the whispers for a good minute if not longer, or so it felt. “It’s where all those troops came from when we defeated Moff Gideon. This base has been here since the Imperial expansion. It’s got a skeleton crew, but for some reason, it hasn’t been abandoned.”

The whispers returned softly, in the background now. There was no laughter like on Trask. Only pain. Torment. Something evil sitting in the background pulling the strings and sending menacing hisses into your mind. You tried to not show any signs outwardly, but your shoulders tensed, and you wrapped your arms around your chest, almost like holding yourself.

Din met your gaze over the map between the two of you, his helmet tilting just slightly in question.

Shaking your head as minutely as you could, you focused back on the map, eyes flicking back to his visor after a moment to find his gaze still on you as his friends went on.

Karga trudged on. “There’s a lot o’ heavy weaponry in that place the black market would love to dismantle and get their hands on.”

“And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.” Din didn’t even turn to Karga till the last word, finally tearing his gaze away from you. 

His friend sighed. “Mando, I just want them off my planet. If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe. We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector.”

You felt his gaze on you once again, and somehow you could tell exactly where his eyes were falling despite the visor. It left a burning trail along your skin, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end and goosebumps following in the wake of his stare. 

“And the planet would finally be free.” Cara was looking at Din calmly.

Finally meeting his gaze again, the map spinning lazily between you, you attempted a small smile, your lips keeping closed tight to keep it reigned in, not trusting yourself to not hiss in discomfort through your teeth as the whisperers surged all at once before stopping abruptly. Closing your eyes and sighing a breath of relief, you opened them, prepared to continue on, but feeling a sudden wave of peace as you met his gaze, making your decision a thousand times easier. You smiled a little more easily at him and nodded once.

“You’re not staying here, are you?” His voice was quiet. It almost wasn’t a question.

Your smile turned more towards a smirk, arms crossing over your chest, your weight shifting to one side along with the slight tilt of your head. “What do you think?”

He returned your nod before sighing, turning to the map again. “What are we looking at?”

Xxx

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[petitteperle]

sooo... I thought it would be cool to draw my BES oc's family and post it on tumblr???

Remembering that I practically only draw modern au because I'm afraid of trying to draw something from the Edo period and doing something wrong :)

my native language is not English, so sorry for the spelling mistakes (I'm still finishing learning the language 😭)

and for those who don't understand anything, this is my oc (Her name is Achara)

I have a post talking about it, if you're interested

I want to start by introducing her father, his name is Hoshikki, some call him Hoshi (close friends). They have a great relationship, Hoshi is a great father and takes good care of his daughter. He would be a samurai, but in the modern au he serves in the army

he has a kinda funny face LOL

then we have Hebijo, her mother. Hebijo is a little crazy, she was obsessed with Hoshi on a strange level, she is narcissistic and has a complicated relationship with everyone

In modern au the marriage between hoshi and hebijo ends in divorce, but in the edo period Hoshi dies (he is murdered)

Anyway, Hebijo marries again, this time with Masato, he is a merchant and is the opposite of Hoshi, he is quiet and never shows much interest in anything. Incredibly Hebijo and he get along well, or at least much better than Hoshi and her. They are an odd couple

From Hebijo and Masato's marriage this cutie is born, Achara's half-sister, Noe. They are very close friends and Achara loves her very much. Hebijo used to attack Achara in various ways, and with the new marriage this stopped, but Achara is still afraid of Hebijo doing the same to Noe.

Noe is shy and giggly, she is very clingy with her sister, and has a strange interest in frogs and insects (Achara screamed and almost fainted when she saw Noe playing with a frog)

Hebijo didn't like Achara because she was jealous of Hoshi towards her (I know, it's sick, but I wasn't bluffing when I said she was crazy), Hebijo can't get attached to her, and whenever Achara was praised (she's polite and beautiful, people like her) Hebijo is upset because she was an "ugly duckling child/teenager" and never received that kind of attention, so she is angry because she thinks her eldest daughter gets everything easily and called her a whore a few times.

:)))

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai oc #mizu bes #modern mizu #ocs

[dropout-if]

I FORGOT TO SEND THIS ASK OMG BUT it was birthday yesterday!! officially in my 20s now! how would the ros celebrate mc's bday??

- obligatory bday ask anon

Happy slightly belated birthday anon🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💕

Jade/Jean

J doesn't like surprises and they refuse to make any plans for MC's birthday a secret.

They like organizing a party, or a smaller gathering if MC prefers something more low-key. J is very attentive to MC's needs in that regard. Every single detail is bound to be perfect though.

Romanced J would gift MC a love letter. Otherwise, MC is probably getting a book (J is terrible at giving gifts jwjdiw).

Uma

Uma doesn't have it in them to make grand plans, and they would organize a more intimate celebration.

This includes a picnic, visiting an art gallery, a concert, or simply relaxing at home with your favorite movie and snacks.

Uma would likely gift MC something cute (I can't help thinking about a crochet frog hat dkskd) and meaningful.

Statler

J has huge dad (gn) energy and Statler has mom (gn) energy. They'd fuss about MC’s birthday and try to make the day perfect for them^^

They'd cook and bake all day obsessively, and they'd plan a cozy, intimate gathering at their home for MC’s birthday.

As for presents, Statler and their siblings (mostly Statler ofc) would all contribute to getting MC a bracelet or necklace.

Wanda

As priorities go, Wanda wants MC’s birthday to be fun. She asks what they're up to do and is happy following along with MC's preferences.

If it was up to Wanda, she would like to get away from the neighborhood and take MC to the amusement park.

Wanda would give MC a fun mixtape with their favorite songs. + Gabi would draw something for MC.

Kai

Kai was the kind of kid who didn't really get invited to birthday parties so this is all a bit new for them wkdkak

Kai would want to party at the bar—filled with music, laughter (and plenty of drinks). They'd encourage MC to let loose and enjoy the night.

Giving gifts is Kai’s love language and they’d probably shower MC with little presents the entire day.

Travis

Travis doesn't celebrate his birthday but MC’s is different and he likes being prepared.

He’d plan something low-key and comfortable. A cozy evening in which they'd cook, watch movies... Travis would include MC's other friends too.

As for gifts, Travis would want to give MC something he knows they’d find useful. So if MC needs anything, Travis is getting it for them.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ros #j gray #kai alofa #statler amani #travis camaro #uma bharat #wanda pavon

[push-tet]

that post about Pucks

When i was researching the image of Puck in folklore. i noticed that the historians of the image of the Puck blurred and everyone is free to interpret Puck image. i really liked it and i have a desire to somehow realize it in my and Verona and at the same time to work out the lore of the fairies why not?

Clumsy (play), Oberon's Servant (play), real name Robbin Goodfellow (folklore), mischievous (play) prefers to live in the forest (folklore), prankster (folklore), suspicions of misanthropy (folklore), the fairy (play), cooperation with Obeoron (play), cunning (folklore\play)

next should be the suktchs so you can see what they look like but I'm too lazy to draw, so I'll just make some moodbords

moodboards

Puck Or Púca (don't call them that for your safety) Midasammerers Genderfluid i think? Knowledge Taurus 4\6\5\10\0 Hobbies: Science - Nature - Music. Obsession with substitutes (especially toads and frogs)

50% play, 50% folklore

Unlike the weirdos below. Puck is their real name, not a nickname

Remnant of the Midsummer Era. Puck is supposed to carry the knowledge and history of the ancient fairy people, but she's forgotten all about it

Puck used to have a passion for collecting and buying wet specimens. But because of her nomadic lifestyle, preserving them was impossible

In her spare time from scamming mortals for money and intimidating travellers in the forest. She likes to listen to classical or metal. Metal? Puck finds it fascinating that mortals were able to turn chaotic into harmony

The real body was destroyed for some unknown reason. So he exists as an intangible entity. Until he finds a new body huh. Priority is people over +185 and on the brink of death

Puck likes to wear makeup. But she doesn't know about waterproof makeup, so her makeup comes off right after her first swim at the bottom of the swamp

For friends and family, Shen; for students, Prof. Liang; for coworkers and subordinates, Puck III Gossamer He\Him Knowledge Gemini 5\6\7\3\4 Hobbies: Science - Nature Botanist

10% Play, 10% Falklore, 60% Chinese Legend

Smoking is not bad for fairies. So Shen can smoke two packs of cigarettes in a day. Surprisingly, he doesn't even stink…

Was a fashion icon in his department «Beauty doesn't interfere with intelligence. So your job as a scientist shouldn't stop you from dressing well»

He has a wife and a daughter. But because of the heavy workload, he constantly forgets about them.

A close BUSINESS relationship with Oberon

When Shen was on probation at Gossamer Corp. He and his students created the Money Tree that nearly brought the country's economy to a crashing halt

Missing in obscurity in 1966

Puck (Robin) Summerdream He/them Knowledge Pisces - 7\2\2\6\2\8 Hobbies: Science

Fascinated by astronomy, astrology

40% Play, 10% Folklore.

Although Robbin has already discovered his wizarding abilities, he is still firmly convinced that he is a fairy, it's just that their transformation has been delayed (spoiler: he's not a fairy)

Robin is talented at potions. HA! Now try saying Chemistry is a useless subject

Robbin doesn't even correct people when they are called Peck. Which is why half of Verona has forgotten their real name is Robbin

He can't say - No. Because he's afraid of offending someone. Because of this, he may have a lot of work to do

He wants peace in Verona and often thinks of putting a love potion in the drinks of the Monty and the Capps to stop this idiotic feud. But he fears the consequences of the potion's effects

In fact, he is not such a good astrologer and often says predictions at random. But by an incredible coincidence, their predictions come true

i tried to combine the traits of ONE person and at the same time, make them different. idk i did it or not anyway, choose your fighter

edit 19.01.24:

if these mfs meets

#my shitpost #vv:bs #puck summerdream #dude. puca looks like 2011 oc #veronaville

[catthehuman]

Introduction post

Hiii!! My name is Cat, I use any pronouns :33 I am very new to tumblr, so please be patient. My favorite shows are hazbin hotel, helluva boss, and the owl house. I like drawing and I've already posted some of my fanarts :DD I also do youtube and my channel is also called CatTheHuman. I mostly plan on posting hazbin hotel and helluva boss fanart, memes, and other fandom stuff. Some other things I enjoy are playing the sims, watching youtube, and doing whatever random thing im obsessed with at the moment. My favorite music arists are cavetown and lemon demon, my favorite color is green and my favorite animal is a frog :]]

#intro post #hellaverse #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluvaverse #vivziepop #new here #idk what im doing

[embryolk]

Frog blinks at you. Would you ever be down 2 draw more Larry

im going to quickly answer this because i JUST got out of the movies (saw avatar 2, was very nice) but uhhh so here's the thing It is not a yes or no answer, more of a potential sorta deal. I draw whatever I am hyperfixated on, for a moment it was Larry, then Hassel, and now I am unfortunately getting obsessed with Nanu. Me drawing pokemon mainly will too pass one day, and my blog will likely lose all interaction when I start posting mostly oc content or stuff from another series. Howeverr............ I DID draw larry for an emoji on my brand spanking new POKEFREAKS DISCORD SERVER that you can join so long as you are 18+!!

Here he, and some other characters are, all in their emojified glory

with more to come of course.

thank you for asking though!!!

#pokemon #pokemon larry #larry pokemon #pokemon violet #pokemon cyrus #cyrus pokemon #pokemon hassel #hassel pokemon #maxie pokemon #pokemon maxie #archie pokemon #pokemon archie #elite four hassel #gym leader larry #pokémon art #pokemon art #art #artwork

[beyondedenton]

Final Night || Friday, 27th September, 1996 || Maximus + Arthur + Rune || Self-Para

Maximus could have lived another hour without hearing Arthur stomping about upstairs. He sipped at his coffee and flipped the page of his planner. The apartment was a mess. Forgotten shoes abandoned by the wall. Wine and martini glasses on nearly every table. Dried garlic olives on the grand piano. The fireplace, having never once felt the warmth of a fire, had every empty bottle from the apartment in its firebox. Someone tried to dress the sculpture of David in a lopsided top hat, dressed warmly in a scarf and coat over his shoulders. That was an exorcist’s handiwork. At least this time there wasn’t eyeshadow and a marker beard.

This was his job to clean, but that was nothing new. The thinning ritual cloth was already in his hand. He could multitask with the best of them, but more was required today. He finished assessing the events in cursive and turned, clawing three marks down the back of his hand as he whispered the memorized rote in Italian. Too much to do and too little time. Two perfect duplications of his image split from his shoulders.

“I want my name on Broadway!” came singing from the grand staircase. “I want my name in lights!”

“Your name is already in lights,” Maximus said into his coffee.

A man of six feet slid into the kitchen in dress socks, a pink rose between his teeth. Arms wide like a flailing bird. Of course, he wasn’t dressed. The sun had only just crept behind the Chrysler Building. It would be boxers and the disheveled button-down from the night before for the next hour.

Every curtain in the house had been drawn for the early bird. The catastrophe in the music and drawing room went largely unnoticed. It had been Maximus’ day off, and his duplicates were already twenty toes to the ground.

Arthur leaned against the counter. His eyeliner was beginning to bleed, but his smile was as bright as ever. The tip of the floribunda was caressed over the demon’s cheek.

“I think I’m in love.”

“That would explain the rose.”

“I’ll never so much as look at another woman if you marry me.” There was a bygone quickness to his speech. A remnant of his career as a radio announcer that made his voice so addictive.

Maximus continued jotting notes in his book, unfazed. There was nothing the Toreador could do to shock him anymore, much less surprise him enough to look up. Nothing recently.

“When pigs fly.”

The flower was smacked over his head. “Who’s coming tonight?”

“You’ve invited everyone, so, everyone.”

“Carol, Carol What’s-her-name – “

“Vanderbilt.”

“She’s a dizzy of a dame. I want her upstairs at 10 o’clock. I don’t want her work anywhere else.”

Another note for the book, for Arthur’s benefit. He wouldn’t be worth his salt with a forgetful mind.

“That Berger woman was back.”

Arthur winced and looked away. “What now?”

“She said she wanted to see you, said it was important. She gave me her card.”

A noise was sucked through his teeth. “No. I don’t make deals with demons.”

His demonic servant looked up and blinked.

“The house is too quiet,” came a voice from the stairs. Arthur’s face came alight and mischievous. Felix Rune, local exorcist, and Arthur’s little obsession for the past decade. The rose was returned to his mouth as he scrambled from the room.

“Felix! My love! It’s a full moon tonight!”

“No! No!” There was a tussle at the bottom of the stairs Maximus didn’t want to be involved with. He finished his coffee and rinsed his cup.

“Ow! You frog! No magic!”

With one duplicate gathering debris and the other setting the rooms to rights, Maximus negotiated around the wrestling mayhem blocking the stairs.

“You’re expected at 7 PM.”

Arthur, thoroughly defeated, saluted his secretary’s back. “You shred it, wheat!”

The mage straddling his ribs panted, fists shaken loose. Strawberry blond hair blocked his view of the demon’s retreating figure. He was a stark contrast to Arthur’s all-white attire, covered in silver jewelry and black fingernails.

“Where’s my coat?” asked Rune.

“On the David,” called Maximus.

“Where’s Rhys?” Arthur countered.

“He got called away,” Rune’s voice reached the top floor. “Left before sunrise.”

Maximus wasn’t paying attention. Evaluating the conversation he’d just had while changing his suit. By the mirror he stood, staring at the buttons leading to his collar, wondering why the vampire looked away at the mention of Ruth Berger. She wasn’t the first unwelcome patron of Hudson & Luca. What she was, was insistent. It wasn’t like Arthur to close his mouth to gossip. His silence was unnerving.

Gothic rock blared from the downstairs stereo. More bickering. Soon Arthur was on the piano, attempting the melody from Rune’s chosen song.

He supposed he should be grateful for this life, but such peace made him long for the life that had been stolen from him. It had been months since he had written letters to a ghost. Perhaps after the showing tonight. And then tomorrow he might persuade his master to explain what it was a crossroads demon wanted with the art gallery.

#self para #the things in between: maximus #final night #maximus fairchild #nihiladditaenihilperdidi #things in between: maximus

[kidge-planet]

Anaïs’ headcanons : Kidge's daughter/ Second kid...

new born :

the same people that cried the first time cried again.

Keith was mesmerized by how pretty his little princess (he started to call her that since the day he met her) was.

Kayden, her big brother, didn’t like her that much at first… But he was only 3yo.

She got many gifts from her family… Especially nonna Colleen.

Krolia also gifted her a blade and just like Kayden, Keith will give it to her when she’ll be ready.

She was crying less than Kayden when he was a newborn.

Just like she did with Kayden, Pidge filmed Keith when he first held Anaïs. The only difference is that he was now more confortable.

She sort of looked like Pidge but her hair was a bit darker and has Keith’s eyes.

Kosmo was allowed at the hospital and kept sniffing her and then licking Pidge’s face as if he was trying to congratulate her.

Colleen is very happy ; she wanted a grand-daughter so much!

Baby :

Just like her brother, She started to crawl early and was following Kosmo Around. The only difference is that she moves a bit less and sleeps a lot.

She is very VERY curious. Plus, whenever she sees something new to her, she immediatly wants to see it closer, touch it and put it in her mouth. Pidge and Keith learned to always keep an eye on her, so did Kosmo.

Once, she tried eating Kosmo’s fur. Pidge saw it ans immediatly stopped her.

She loves cuddles with her mommy and her daddy… Same with Kosmo and Kayden.

Kayden plays with her a lot, even tho he thinks she doesn’t play interesting games… ( She’s a baby, you give her a little car or a doll, she wont make sens out of it and will just put it in her mouth or throw it…)

She eats EVERYTHING except banana… She just doesn’t like it…

She also eats a LOT.

She likes watching cartoons and drawing… She’s just a baby so she doesn’t really understands the cartoons and when she draws, It doesn’t look like anything… But Pidge calls it « abstrait art » and keeps all of the drawings she does.

Once, there was a song on the TV and Anaïs tried singing even tho she can’t talk…. Pidge filmed that and it was so cute that she sent it to everyone…

She LOVES animals.

She also loves candies a bit too much…

Anaïs quickly started to try to walk… She was able to after less than a month even tho she still falls.

Her first word was « wolf ». Kayden laughed at this.

She admires her big brother and her father when they train. It makes her laugh when Kayden punches Keith.

She also likes to whatch her mommy when she works on her computer because the sound of the key-board is sort of relaxing to her.

She’s often curled up to Kosmo and asleep.

Once, she saw outside with Keith and found a racoon… She grabbed it and fortunately, the racoon didn’t hurt her…

Keith have a thousand nicknames for her ( he does for Kaiden too but I forgot to put it in his headcanons niebfvhnefv) His favorites are « princess », « baby », « Anna », « Annie », « my love » and « bunny »… Bunny is just because he thinks she’s cute and small, like a bunny…

She does drooly kisses… EW.

Kid :

She is still obsessed with animals… She once grabbed frogs and put them in her pockets… She then placed them in her room .

She also still draws a lot… « abstrait art »…

most importantly , SHE IS WAYYY TOO CURIOUS ! Now that she can talk, she asks a thousand questions, some times very useless or embarassing : « mommy, why does the lady wears a red dress ? », « Daddy, why is the baby so ugly ? » ( she said that one in front of the baby’s parents…), « Nonna, how we you do babie ? »

she gets sick often… Too often…

she started to train along with Keith and Kaiden… She learns to fight and to do many sports… She likes it a lot and she registered in a football club…

Her mother has a few jewlery and she took them to out it on her plushies…

She calls Matt « Uncle Matt-Matt ».

She is very out going ! At shcool, she’s friend with every single kids ! She’s the litteral opposit of her parents…

she climbs trees which often scare Keith and Pidge because the trees she climbs often look fragile.

She still is often found snuggled to Kosmo.

Despite her young age, she is very interested by sciences and plantes… So Pidge takes some time to explain some stuffs to her…. So does Colleen, Sam and Matt…

She likes to draw Pidge.

Keith treats her like a little princess and wants to show her how she should expect boys to treat her in the future. ( So he often buys her and Kaiden flowers, for exemple… He buys some to Kaiden too because Kaiden should know what to expect too and because he loves his son as much as his daughter )

When she discovered how meat was made, she cried and refused to meat ever again… She love animals way too much.

She and Kaiden enjoy to garden with their nonna.

Anaïs, just like her brother, loves space. So when granny Krolia is on earth, both of them beg her to take them in her ship to fly around earth.

Her room is a mess. Always.

I stop here because I have no inspiraton or headcanons left for her§ Hope you liked this and I'll write the last part as soon as possible! see yaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

#pidge and keith #keith and pidge #voltron kidge #keith #pidge #voltron pidge #keith voltron #kidge #voltron #voltron legendary defender #kidgekids

[dudapregnancydrawings]

My OCs/Lovechildren of Record Of Ragnarok

So, it seems I have a new obsession: "Record of Ragnarok", or "Shuumatsu no Valkyrie". Going down the fanfictions in A03, Wattpad and Spirit, I now have a lot of ships! And, as usual to me, I ended up creating children for them -\_:v_/- and yeap, all of them born of mpreg! lol I still have to find the will to draw them, but for now I'll just write their profiles, since I've been writing a lot these last days:

Jun, Astrid and Gunnar:

17, 13 and 10 years old, respectively;

children of Lü Bu and Thor;

all of them were carried and born from Thor;

appearance: Jun is like a younger and without scars version of Lü Bu, with his long hair in a ponytail, and has Thor's yellow eyes with black sclera. Astrid has long red hair combed in two braids she keeps in front of her chest, and has yellow eyes with white sclera and a mark resembling a lightning on her face. Gunnar has short red hair and Lü Bu's eyes and pointing teeth.

Jun is the oldest, so he's responsible, serious and a great fighter. His weapon of choice is a spear;

Astrid is a viking teenager: annoyed all the time, poker face 24/7, will fight you if you look wrong at her, can break your arm in a single twist;

Gunnar is a little tasmanian devil! He can't control himself, wants to pick a fight with anybody, and likes to jump like a frog. (Why? Idk)

Thea and Nami:

14 and 9 years old, respectively;

daughters of Sasaki and Poseidon;

both carried and born from Poseidon;

appearance: Thea looks a lot like poseidon, but her hair is black, as well as her eyes. She wears a blue dress in a greek goddess style and a lot of golden jewelry. Nami is blonde and has blue eyes, and wears a blue japanese kimono.

Thea, the heir of the throne of the seas, is as snob, obnoxious, and arrogant as any princess.

Nami doesn't care about rules or anything at all, she just want to have friends. Sasaki gives her lessons with a wooden sword.

Alexander and Elizabeth:

11 and 8 years old, respectively;

children of Heracles and Jack;

both carried and born from Jack;

appearance: Alex is a mini version of Heracles, but with short spiked silver hair, and sky blue eyes. Beth has long and wavy orange hair and eyes with different colors, one red and one ice blue. They wear clothes like victorian english children.

"Alexander" means "guardian of people" or "defender of humanity", fitting to a son of Heracles. He's kind, helpful, innocent... In fact, so helpful and innocent that he forgets about himself and would be used by others if wasn't for his sister.

Elizabeth is a little british lady, with such good manners and has a special love for apple pie. She has Jack's red eye, capable to see people's emotions. She may look as innocent as her brother, but in fact, she's smarter and never let anybody uses him.

Mohan, Ravi, Neesha, Anik and Indira:

quintuplets, 9 years old;

children of Raiden and Shiva;

all carried and born from Shiva;

appearance: Mohan and Ravi have Raiden's skin color, black hair, Raiden's eyes and one pair of arms; Neesha has Shiva's purple skin, black hair, Raiden's eyes and one pair of arms; Anik has Shiva's purple skin, Raiden's hair color, Shiva's eyes (only two), and two pairs of arms; and Indira has Raiden's skin color, his hair, Shiva's eyes (all of them) and two pairs of arms.

Mohan and Ravi are the trickster twins, taking advantage of people to steal money from them and buy candy. Neesha is the shy and quiet girl, who loves art. Anik loves music and knows to play a lot of instruments. And Indira is the crazy one, the one who speaks loud and dare to fight anyone who irritates her or her siblings.

Mei-Hui:

11 years old

only daughter of Hades and Qin;

carried and born from Qin;

appearance: long and straight black hair combed in two buns and Hades' violet eyes.

cheerful, helpful without being naive, forgetful, gossip girl. Has Qin's ability to feel other's weaknesses. Loves fashion and everything that's luxurious.

Dantalion:

12 years old

only son of Nikola and Beelzebub;

carried and born from Beelzebub;

appearance: black wavy hair, blue eyes with dark circles under them, never smiles, all black clothes in the same style as Nikola's.

gloomy, depressive, genius of the group, loves more books and experiments than people and gods. Has a special and dark craving to make experiments on humans, but Nikola doesn't allow it.

I have other ships, but didn't make children for them: Adam and Eve (they already have the whole humanity as children, plus Caim and Abel), Buda and Loki (Loki already has his children, which Buda loves them as if they were his), and my crack pairing: Zeus and Odin (yeah, I know) (they're old and already have adult children).

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror ocs #mpreg #lovechildren #lü bu #thor #lü bu x thor #thor x lü bu #sasaki kojiro #poseidon #sasaki x poseidon #poseidon x sasaki #heracles #jack the ripper #heracles x jack #jack x heracles #raiden tameemon #shiva #raiden x shiva #shiva x raiden #hades #qin shi huang #hades x qin #qin x hades #nikola tesla #beelzebub #nikola x beelzebub #beelzebub x nikola

[hellcifrogs]

Hellcifrogs F.A.Q.

I decided it was about time to make this and just say a few important things.

- About me

Hello, this is Rei (I've been called Hellcifrogs, Hellci, Rei, Ray, Ffreire, Frogs, and I accept all of these.). I'm 27 and my pronouns are they/them (I don't really mind he/she's)

I am Brazilian, but I prefer to keep the blog in english. Bem vindos~

- About NaruFox

So I recently I got back into my teen obsession: Naruto. I took the chance to read the manga again with new eyes, and started doodling many fix it ideas until one day Naruto came out with fox ears and all this AU came to life.

Right now (as I post the end of the chunin exams) I have all the way to the Pein Arc planned. I also know how I want to end the AU already. Drawing it all is what will take time. (June edit: I've finished planning it and I'm about to start post shippuden soon!)

If you've read what I have out, by now you realize I change a lot of things and as the story goes forward there'll be more and more changes. A big one is: There won't be the war arc in NaruFox. If you want to know how I'll include something from this part in the AU, I probably won't.

- About Ships

I plan to have NO ships in the NaruFox. Not even my personal favorites. Yes, because I’m too old for ship wars, but mostly because that’s just not my focus for the AU. I am totally fine with you tagging the posts you find cute as the ships you like and see, but officially there won't be any romance.

Naruto ships that felt canon to me: SasuNaru, InoSaku, KakaGai, ShikaTema.

My personal favorite ships: InoSaku and KarinSaku, NaruHina and SasuNaru, Sasusai and SasuKarin, KakaGai, TemaTen and GaaLee. There are probably more, if I find it cute enough I'll ship it.

- About Boruto

Please don't. I will not answer anything related to it, since I have no interest or knowledge about it.

- Finally...

This is my secondary blog so I can’t comment on posts with this account. I see your comments and I would love to answer them all, but tumblr just won’t let me. Do come ask me if you have anything specific you want to know.

Don't be afraid to reblog my posts even if you think you don't have anything to add or comment, I'll be happy with just you tagging that you found it funny or dumb or you laughed or I misspelled something.

I believe this is all for now. I hope you found your answers here, if not just ask.

#FAQ #about me #hellcifrogs FAQ