#holo everywhere

[suave-hogan]

A package from @kingcorvuscreations came in today! You know what that means!

Some little guys have arrived!!

The silly

Tiny Sung looks so mischievous >:3c

If you like this selection, you should check out their shop! There are a few more items there to choose from as well.

#suave says #yes yes yes yes! #so very very happy rn!!! #look at the Havve!!!!!! they absolutely knew what they were doing #he’s such a sweetheart in that big sweater!! it’s definitely going up on the twrp wall with everything else #I know exactly where I’m putting keychain Sung #he shall travel everywhere on my earplugs-case that also has my stim/fidget toy and a Ladyworld keychain #it’s a necessity to take those everywhere. so I feel like it’s a fitting place to put a little Sung #oooo! and the holo on the cone gremlin turned out very nice. although I’m not sure how to show that in a picture #this wasn't meant to be like a full review or anything. I just got very excited when I realized what was in the mail

[ferahntics]

Neck in pain from my bad posture but I am in the mood gdi

Spectra on the brain and featuring Quiver. Let’s say they have beef revolving a certain boyo.

#legit thought what her 'phase 2' boss fight would look like #shattered glass projectiles everywhere #she ditches the whole magic mirror concept and is just the epitome of 'i will cut you' meme #mine #my art #spectra #quiver #quiver knight #also i have yet to decide on a color scheme #thinking more on the pale snowy side or maybe pale holo?? #hrmm #kirby #demon beast #also still unsure about her design cause she doesnt feel too kirby like- trying to go off of elfilis or clawroline as a base of sorts #ok to bed for real my neck is in so much pain kjshdg

[roimp]

did a photoshoot of my holo taco nail polishes😋😏😌

#on my dad iphone 😋😋 #the holo looks SO GOOD #gonna be posting it everywhere i can #im even gonna unprivate my twitter and post it there and tag simply nailogical and holo taco because why not #gargi is keysmashing

[lemoneste]

Now I would appreciate a fic where Anakin Skywalker just kills Palpatine on accident. I was watching revenge of the sith and through the whole sequence of Obi-wan and Anakin saving Palpatine from the ship I was thinking: “Anakin is waving his damn sabre EVERYWHERE it’s a miracle he hasn’t hit something on accident” and then bam: idea.

In Anakin’s defence there’s a LOT going on so like it’s not his FAULT that he wasn’t looking where he was slicing and the next thing he knows Palpatine’s head is no longer on his shoulders but rolling down some flight of stairs and Anakin just sort of,, pees himself a little.

“Oh. Shit.”

A whole mile away Mace Windu is sitting in his quarters and suddenly the migraine in the back of his head disappears and he’s like “whoa.” And then jokingly is like “who had to be sacrificed for that damn ache to finally go away.” Turns out!

Obi-wan, through a holo-call, (with Anakin skywalker furiously sobbing and heaving through snot and coughs in the background): hey so, we should look into getting Skywalker some ADHD medication.

The Jedi council: why? What has happened?

Obi-Wan: just a little loss of focus, it happens to the best of us.

#Star Wars au #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #the clone wars au #the clone wars fanfiction #tcw anakin #tcw headcanons #tcw mace windu #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #the jedi council #jedi council #anakin skywalker

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 25

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

The angst is real lol

Content Warnings - blood/injury

Finnick watches as your bloodied body collapses into a heap at the base of the ladder. Maybe if he tells himself it’s just the sedative doing it’s job then you’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll be ok.

Gale hops back down to help Finnick pull you up to the rest of the squad. Everyone who made it up the ladder seems relatively fine, minus some fresh trauma and minor flesh wounds. You, however, looked more dead than alive.

Finnick’s fingers brush your neck as he feels for a pulse.

“It’s faint but it’s there,” he tells the group, trying to keep himself together. “I’ll carry her.”

Squad 451 exits the sewers, following Cressida to the shop of a woman named Tigris. She leads them to the basement where they can hide out for awhile.

“Have you ever seen this before?” Finnick asks the cat-like woman, referring to the inky nature of your body.

“Hmmm,” the feline purrs. “It looks familiar but I can’t quite put my paw on it. It reminds me of an experiment one of the former game makers used to do on animals but I’ve never seen it in a human before.”

“Do you know what the experiment was?” Finnick asks.

“No,” she hisses. “I only saw the creatures once. My cousin worked with that game maker but he wouldn’t willingly divulge that information to anyone, and certainly not to you.”

“How do we help her?” Katniss asks, looking at your limp form.

“You win this war,” she tells the two victors, slinking her way back upstairs.

Finnick doesn’t sleep a wink, constantly checking your pulse to make sure you are still with him. Katniss used what limited supplies the group had to clean, stitch, and bandage your wounds but she couldn’t do anything about the internal damage using the resources available.

Your fever was gone, signaling to Katniss that the substance had stopped its spread for now. Maybe you bled enough of it out. She could tell, however, that your sleep was not a result of her arrow, but of wounds she couldn’t see.

“Get some rest,” she instructs Finnick. “I’ll watch her.”

The look he gives tells her exactly what his fear is. He can’t lose you.

“If anything happens I’ll wake you,” she assures him.

By morning, nothing had changed. You hadn’t gotten better but you also hadn’t gotten worse.

Snow made an announcement that refugees were being welcomed at the mansion and Katniss made her decision, she had to end this.

The group decided that Katniss and Gale would head out first, followed by the able bodied members of the squad. Peeta and Finnick stayed back with you, unable to stomach the idea of more bloodshed.

After they were dressed in capital disguises, the group began trickling out to join the masses making their way to promised safety.

Katniss had left Finnick the holo in case he needed to be out on the streets. He wanted to carry you to the nearest medical camp but Katniss said you needed to stay put due to all your stitches. She promised to send medics when she could but Finnick was growing impatient.

It was too risky to try and radio for help. If the signal was tracked to your location then you would be swarmed instantly. Finnick had to think of another solution.

“I’ll go find help,” Peeta states.

“No it’s too dangerous,” Finnick shakes his head.

They younger victor doesn’t have time to debate as the building is shook by a nearby explosion. Screams could be heard from the street above and a few bits of plaster fall from the basement ceiling.

“We need to move her,” Finnick states. “Grab a blanket!”

The men wrap your body up in a blanket, hoping it would cushion your stitches enough to move you. They then quickly pull on some capital clothes and venture out onto the street.

People are laying dead everywhere as smoke fills the air. Parents are screaming for their children as they search the rubble and debris.

“I think we should go that way,” Peeta states, pointing away from the chaos. He grips the holo tightly and leads Finnick through a series of alleyways.

Finnick hears a pained moan as you stir in his arms.

“Shhh stay still,” he tells you. “I’m bringing you to medical.”

Your restless bouts continue as the duo of victors makes their way towards the closest known medical station. They make it about halfway when Finnick feels his hand getting wet.

“The stitches,” he mutters as he looks at the blood coating his hand.

“Peeta!” he calls, no longer worried about being recognized. Peeta turns to see the blood seeping through the blanket and makes his decision.

“Stay here with her,” he states. “I’ll go get help.”

Finnick gives the boy a nod before he runs off to find help. He sets you down on the pavement and slowly unwraps the blanket.

One of the gashes in your side had reopened, gushing blood at an alarming rate. Finnick rips a piece of the blanket off to put over the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding.

“Hey,” he says as he notices your eyes opening. “Don’t move.”

“It hurts,” you groan.

“I know love,” Finnick sighs. “Stay with me, ok. Help will be here soon.”

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#hunger games #finnick odair #hunger games fic #the hunger games #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair angst #finnick angst #finnick #mockingjay part 2 #the feral one

[frostbitebakery]

“LOUD. (So. Much. Starting to tinker with a [!!!!!!!!!]Corrie Guard armor[!!!!!!])”

….Could I request anything to do with the last part of that sentence? Or just more about Loud, if you prefer!

The Coruscant Guard’s armor had been the same as the deployed troops’ in the very beginning. Soon, certain politicians and some loud parts of the public got uncomfortable with war tanks “strolling along our streets and even the Senate”. The armor had to change. Quick. The war was already on every news outlet and ever present, the clones stationed on Coruscant did not need to remind the peaceful citizens of it.

So a more streamlined version was designed (design 12 was approved, finally) with a headset visor instead of a helmet.

This, too, was not right.

“I cannot be expected to concentrate on my duties when I see the same face everywhere!” Senators complained.

The designers gently hit their heads on their desks. And another helmet was designed.

“I am going to murder them all in cold blood,” Commander Fox was not quoted on the matter when the new design was revealed with barely any visor present. “How am I supposed to take a dump on the flimsiwork when I can’t see it.”

“If I may,” Senator Organa spoke up, and the designers for the Alderaanian guards’ armor was put in charge.

“Senator,” one of the designers said in a confidential meeting, “the specs contain restrictions and regulations that…” They looked at the holo helplessly, turning it this way and that. “Why does it need to be connected to their neural system in this manner?”

Bail is nonplussed unsurprisingly often in his life, especially when faced with the utter nonsense other Senators spew. “In what manner exactly?”

Now usually the suit provides the connector but somehow, with all the designs the previous designers went through, it was forgotten for the Coruscant Guard, hence the need for the helmet to click into the port in the clones’ neck.

“Can you, perhaps, make a dummy connector?” Bail asked after making sure his office was disconnected from any and all surveillance system.

More information was needed and Bail was a man of many, hard earned, trustworthy connections.

“Obi-Wan,” he greeted with a smile, his heart pleased to see his friend without the mask for once. It must’ve been a good day. “I need a favor.”

Bail needed someone of equal trust to look into the Guard and their inner system to see how they could circumvent the neural connection’s dubious workings. All the while making sure the clones could still be in contact with other clones and no one being the wiser they wouldn’t be able to receive orders via the very hidden, very concerning channels built into the clones’ heads. A Jedi Shadow would be excellent, given their confidential nature.

“I am ignoring how you know about them,” Obi-Wan signed with an amused twist to his scarred mouth. “I have someone in mind.”

:

“Hello there,” someone, who definitely should not be in Fox’s office at all, greeted.

“Who the kriff are you.”

The tall person shuffled around Fox’s cramped office - seriously, how did they get in here - and plopped down on the visitor’s chair. “I always wanted to say that. I’m Quinlan.”

:

“And,” Bail continued, “I need you to look into something for me.”

Obi-Wan perked up at that. “You want me to sneak around the GAR?”

“Unofficially. If you’re caught, I cannot help you.”

“Of course.”

#also Alderaan provides guard creatures #that actually are support creatures for the Guard #a mix of capybaras and lizards #loud au #the armor is still taking shape in my head so no sketch so far #also yes #this is a spy thriller at its heart

[jackieparty]

i love all of the spectres being supportive of kalluzeb in their own ways

hera is obviously there to gently remind both of them separately that if they ever need someone to talk to (especially about relationship shit) she’s there. she’s especially gentle with kallus because she knows talking about emotional things is really difficult for him

kanan is maybe the most subtle of the crew, giving them smiles and nods whenever he notices they sneak away together and despite being blind he Always knows when their force signatures are more similar to rebellious teenagers than normal absolute tank zeb and stuck-up kallus

sabine does draw stupid little cartoons of them hugging or kissing on kal’s notes when they’re in meetings together but she also spends a lot of time with kallus even when he’s not dragged everywhere with zeb. at first it was just a supportive measure for zeb to show that she liked his partner but it slowly turned into her genuinely enjoying spending time with kallus. they like target practice together and playing card games at the tapcafe. the only thing that gets her mad at him is when he says she’s too young to drink and he “absolutely will not order” her a drink “missy”

ezra, unlike his master, is not subtle at all. all signs of affection between the two of them have him yelling “EW ZEB” and “GROSS” but he does it to show his support, strangely enough. due to a lack of space, kallus bunks with zeb when he comes along for missions (doesn’t happen much though) and ezra always makes sure to take holos of them snoring together to send to the rest of the crew because “TWO people snoring??? how am i supposed to get my beauty rest???”

chopper still makes snide comments to zeb but a lot of them are now threatening to tell kallus when he’s acting like a dumbass or when he’s picking on “kal’s favorite droid.” and of course when he’s not following hera he’s on kallus’s heels, bocking conversationally because kal always answers him and enjoys talking to the droid

sigh. kalluzeb and the ghost crew

#ghost crew #spectres #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #star wars #kalluzeb #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #sabine wren #ezra bridger #chopper

[kala-basaa]

It’s SDJ merch review time! ❤️💛💙

The lovely @o0-marsarts-0o does it again with some very pretty acrylic charms~ 😌✨

These charms went for pre-order last month in her Ko-Fi shop, marsartstwitter! ☕

If you haven’t already, go ahead and give both her Twitter + Ko-fi a follow! 💕

These charms are sturdy, very colorful, and each guy has a different gold-colored clasp shape! ⭐❤️

Everything came in nicely packaged with not a hint of damage so I get to enjoy them in their perfection~ ☺️💕

The backstage pass charm is something I’ve been eyeing for a long while and it’s just as cool as I thought it would be! 🙌

The details are lovely and the way it looks in the light makes me kick my feet a lil’ hehe~ 🤭✨

Also, cute freebies!! I got some more rainbow charms (with straps this time!) that are going to go pretty much everywhere~ 😌✨ 

And the holo sticker is such a nice little treat! 🍬 

The cowboy hats everyone’s been getting? Well, it belongs to Peepy now. Yeeyee 🤠

It’s clear that so much love and attention went into these charms and the little gifts that came along with it 🧡

Please, please go and support Mars through their Ko-fi if you can (she deserves it!) ☕🫶

#sunny day jack #sdj #sunny day jack fanart #swwsdj #art #sdj fanart #sunnydayjack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #fan merch #sdj merch #merch #horror vn #ko fi #review #charm #sdj joseph #jacktor #sdj ian #sunny day jack joseph #sunny day jack ian #peepy #itemlabel

[clownery-and-fuckery]

TechPhee headcannons?? These are a bit random I just wanted to throw them out

- When Phee wants Tech to pay attention to her she'll give his belt a little tug and say "c'mere" before telling him what she wanted to

- When Tech wants Phee to pay attention to him he awkwardly stand over her and stare until she looks up and he'll immediately just go ":)" and launch into whatever it was he wanted before she can question how long he was standing over her for

- Tech will reach for her hand in large crowds so she can take them wherever while he reads his datapad and she's always careful to warn him when they're turning/going down a curb

- Phee taught Tech how to "negotiate" (read: straight gaslight) and the only time he's ever had to do it was one time when Phee and Wrecker wanted to go to the bar during a mission and Tech was bribed into letting them, the conversation with Hunter went a little like:

Hunter, over comm: Where's Phee and Wrecker?

Tech, answering: In position

Hunter: ...I'm literally standing where they're meant to be and they're not here

Tech: yes they are

Hunter: I- what?? No, they arent—

Tech: yes they are, you're in the wrong place

Echo and Crosshair dying in the background:

Hunter: Im-... what????

- Hunter killed them for that

- Phee's got a real taste for spicy stuff, and forgets others aren't so tolerant- Tech's got a crazy sweet tooth, and they once had their meals switched. There was chaos.

- while phee is technically supposed to be their pirate(liberator) negotiator, she tends to fly off the handle a lot, and Tech more often than not watches her threaten to burn a lot of places down before carrying her out of a gun fight

- (on one occasion he calmly let her go and watched her pull through on those threats after they told him to "keep her down")

- Tech's kisses are quick and short. He gives her little pecks while no one's looking and most of the time theyre aimed at her cheeks/forehead- he doesn't do a lot of PDA but he gets VERY affectionate while he's tired:))

- Phee is the OPPOSITE. She will kiss him everywhere anywhere she has no qualms and she LOVES kissing his lips and neck(it's easier to reach) and she ESPECIALLY loves pulling him down for a long kiss when she KNOWS her future brother-in-laws are already bitching about them

- while being insanely competitive(idk why, he literally never loses-) he still let's Phee win sabbacc sometimes, and always sits back and let's her brag and just ":) yay good job" while she calls him a BIG LOSER (he thinks he's secretly winning because she always smiles when she wins)

- Phee knows he lets her win

- they sing and dance while they do jobs together. Fixing the Marauder? Not without background music. Cleaning up after Wrecker and Omega's attempts at baking? Gotta have some ambiance turn the holo up. Even as far as a covert mission??? Phee catches Tech humming while he sets the charges and can't help but blow their cover laughing hysterically

- phee knows and hates hondo. she'd punch him for maybe a half credit.

- tech thinks he's delightfully charming :)

- the three of them get along fine until tech leaves the room. he can never guess why they always smile at him when he looks at them??

- phee(jokingly) asked hunter permission to marry tech at dinner, and got so offended when he said no, she decided to ask tech for REAL

- (he said yes btw)

I have like a MILLION more but I'll cut her there for now- PLEASE if you have more, add them!!!! Ok byeeee <3

#TECH IS SO :) AND :( CODED YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM #theyre so perfect #i need a Phee for my tech #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tech x phee #the sleepy headcannon is a half formed fic actually #i think im calling it “long nights” #and basically making a collection of sleepy time snuggles #about all of them #ok bye bye

[gffa]

This is the most bare-bones recap you could do of “What the fuck is Crimson Dawn?” and it still takes up a page and a half of comics!  It doesn’t even mention Maul’s name!  To be fair, the people recounting this don’t know Maul’s name, so this works narratively, but what gets me is that I really do enjoy how Star Wars is structured, especially with how it’s this giant cascade of dominoes. Think about how complicated all of this is! - Maul is given to Sidious by Mother Talzin, he’s raised as a Sith apprentice - Maul is defeated by Obi-Wan Kenobi, becoming obsessed with revenge on him while living on a garbage planet as a half-Zabrak, half-spider person - Mother Talzin creates a new Sith apprentice for Dooku after Sidious forced him to kill Ventress (not that that worked and now Ventress wants revenge, so she went to Mother Talzin), which is eventually a wash. - Savage goes back to Mother Talzin and she sends him on a quest to bring back her son Maul, where she cures Maul’s madness and gives him more Zabrak-style legs, and they go try to kill Obi-Wan and fail at it again. - They float around in a dead ship until rescued by Death Watch, whom they ally with to create a Shadow Collective, in a bid to appear as villains for Mandalore to fight, so Death Watch can swoop in as heroes and win the people’s support to depose Duchess Satine Kryze. - Basically, two Force-sensitives (and honestly Maul could have probably done it himself) were enough to force the Pykes and Black Sun to agree to work with them, even though neither group wanted to. - They also tried to force the Hutts to join, but they refused, so Maul killed Oruba the Hutt (the only one in person at the meeting instead of on holo) and then go to Tatooine to kill Jabba, who decides, okay, he’ll join the Shadow Collective after all. - The plan on Mandalore is put in place, the Shadow Collective attacks Mandalore, Death Watch looks like heroes, Pre Vizsla is the puppet master of the Prime Minister they install, Death Watch tries to betray Maul and Savage, but they’re like, dipshit, we’re Sith Lords and fight their way to Pre’s throne room.  Maul challenges him to a fight, Maul wins, Bo-Katan Kryze (who was part of Death Watch up to this point) refuses to let a non-Mandalorian rule Mandalore (since Maul has taken up the Darksaber that Pre had and leads Death Watch and thus Mandalore now) and leaves. - Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious decides Maul’s become enough of a thorn in his side to deal with this, goes to Mandalore, kills Savage, puts Maul in prison and dusts off his hands like no big deal. - Maul is rescued by members of Death Watch and the puppet prime minister who are loyal to him, wins back the Darksaber, returns to Mandalore, sets up another trap to try to lure Obi-Wan there, gets Ahsoka instead (along with a whole lot of Republic troops, because Bo-Katan asked for a Republic intervention, by way of having Ahsoka ask for it), they battle it out and are relatively evenly matched, but he eventually loses.  This is the Siege of Mandalore, which puts the Republic there riiiiiiight as the Republic is turning into the Empire. - So everything goes pear-shaped in the galaxy, as the Jedi genocide is enacted, chaos erupts everywhere.  When the clones attack Ahsoka because of Order 66, she frees Maul to cause chaos and he destroys the core of the engines, forcing the ship down, but he himself escapes. - Maul regroups again and takes over Crimson Dawn, but uses Dryden Vos as a figurehead.  Vos has an assistant named Qi’ra, who is the first love of Han Solo, and when he crashes back into her life, things go pear-shaped again, resulting in a big adventure that ends with Dryden Vos’ death and Qi’ra stepping up to take his place as Maul’s new figurehead. - Qi’ra learns much about the Sith from Maul and, after his death, she takes over Crimson Dawn for real and begins to plot how to take down the Sith Lord Darth Sidious, aka Emperor Palpatine. As much ridiculous bullshit as Star Wars often is, I love that they genuinely have a galaxy that is connected together, that one plot ripples out in these surprisingly massive waves.  You don’t get to any one point on this timeline without the other points happening first, just like you don’t get to the OT without the events of the prequels happening first, you don’t get the Empire without the Republic and the Separatists both. In many ways, Star Wars is separated into periods of time, the films still largely define different eras, but there is a throughline with so much of it, the political timeline spans decades in this universe, you can follow the trail all the way back to The Phantom Menace and even earlier.  Yeah, Star Wars is often silly bullshit, but I appreciate the dedication to showing that ramifications happen when major political and criminal upheavals happen!

#darth maul #qi'ra #crimson dawn #shadow collective #meta #comics #reading comics: bounty hunters

[sun-roach]

Okay so…

I think every few rotations all medics gather together either via holo or in person to have an annual medical meeting.

I think it’s always about any changes or new illnesses, but they also have some seminars together and just share anything.

The meeting probably always takes place on Coruscant, and they use like either the corrie headquarters or the senate building (Patcher has like access to almost everywhere thanks to Fox)

Every medic is welcome. If someone decides to be an asshole (me: looks at my oc Loss), Patcher will shut them up and throw them out. He will give like three strikes before banning someone entirely from these meetings and it will be filed and recorded, as well as handed out to the shabuirs jedi general.

So anyway I kinda wanna do a medic oc event with all of you, though I have no idea how to organize it😂😂

Thought about a day where its only medic ocs interacting with each other, holding like power point presentations about the dumbest things (or real things. Like i appreciate info dumping okay?) or sharing memes, sipping tea while talking about problematic patients, medic oc headcanons etc.

Maybe I should ask first, if anyone would be interested in that?

#annual medical meetings #oc medics #sw medics #sw oc #cmo meeting #star wars #tcw #sw tcw

[neyswxrld]

memories

Bad Batch Family (no pairing(except Phee and Tech))

summary: Omega makes her brothers a present that is full of their favorite memories.

warnings: none, it's just fluff

word count: ~1250

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the twenty fourth fic for my advent calendar! i hope you enjoy! merry christmas to everyone who is celebrating today already!

i also found this lovely piece of art by @blazedeclipse of omega playing with her camera a few weeks ago, and it was so cute and somewhat fitting that i have to show it to everyone!

It's been a few months since they were finally able to settle down on the quiet and peaceful island. The stress from the war and its aftermath has slowly disappeared. At first, Omega's brothers were a little lost. Nobody knew what to do, now that they finally had time for themselves, without any missions or shady jobs to gain a handful of credits.

It took a while for all of them to gain a foothold and live their new lives. Wrecker managed to help the people where he could and became a valued member of Pabu's society. He also discovered his passion for cooking and was making the best meals for them.

Tech finally had time to reinforce his relationship with Phee and had fun with teaching people different things about everything.

While trying to get accustomed to this new place and people, Hunter slowly but surely let his walls fall and laid down his role as the strong leader. He became the best father figure Omega could have ever imagined.

But Echo and Crosshair didn't manage that well at first. While Echo was restless and antsy, trying to be useful in every way, Crosshair had a very hard time. He was sad, and angry, and at the same time his guilt was eating him up alive.

It took both of them a lot of time to finally adjust to their new lives.

And Omega? She was just happy. She finally had the family she ever wanted. She lived with her brothers in a small house. She could visit her friends whenever she wanted. She simply felt good. She wasn't scared or troubled anymore. Just happy.

Months passed by and she collected countless memories and experiences. Memories, she never wanted to forget.

Because of that, she had begged Tech countless times to make her goggles just like his, so she also could record everything.

The Problem was, that she didn't need any glasses. Her eyes worked perfectly fine. So Tech decided to make a small device that had the same functions as his goggles and gave it to her about a year ago.

Since that moment, she took the small holo-recoder with her everywhere she went.

She took pictures of the sea and the nature, of animals, of her and Lyana, of Wrecker and how he proudly holds up a new meal he made, Tech and Phee laughing, Hunter when he was sleeping on the hammock in the garden, Crosshair scowling at Hunter, Echo smiling shyly and of herself.

With the time, she collected picture over picture. Some of them, she had printed out and put them on her wall.

But she wanted to share those pictures and memories. It just was right on time, when Phee was talking about some festivities called Christmas and about traditions. Watching holo movies, eating cookies, meeting with loved ones, and presents.

She immediately knew what she wanted to give her brothers for this special day.

On the same day, she sat down and decided so make a photo album for them. Over the next few weeks, she planned, printed more pictures, glued them in a small empty book she bought from the market and decorated every page in its own style.

Hunter even got a little worried because she was in her room so much and didn't let anyone of them in. But well, it should be a surprise, right? 

After about three weeks of hard work, she finally finishes the album and proudly holds the thick book to her chest. Christmas was going to be amazing.

When the said holiday finally comes around, she already wakes up with the biggest smile on her lips. For a small second, she is scared that maybe her brothers won't like her present, but as soon as her eyes fly to the finished photo album, all her worries fade away. They will love it as much as she loves it!

The whole day is like Phee described it already. They watch classic Christmas movies in the afternoon and eat some of the baked goods she brought around.

After some time, Wrecker gets up to start cooking. Here and there, one of them helps him and after about two hours they eat dinner.

She's a little bit absent. Her mind is mostly occupied with the photo album. When Hunter notices and asks if she's okay, she just nods, too tense to speak. She doesn't notice how Echo and Hunter exchange a quick, concerned glance, seriously worried by now.

The rest of the meal is relatively quiet and everyone is savoring the unbelievably delicious food on their plate. When all of them are done, they clean up the table and the kitchen together.

When they're finally finished, Omega decides that now is the right time.

"I have something for you," she says, her voice thin and shaky.

Before anyone can say a thing, Omega runs up to her room, grabs the wrapped book and soon after, she is standing next to her brothers again.

"A gift?" Wrecker asks excited when he sees the colorful paper.

All the attention lies on her now. Everyone is watching her as she comes closer and places it on the table.

"Yes, I- I- thought... That maybe you'll like it," she nods, sliding it towards them.

While the others are a little unsure and don't know what to say at first, Wrecker is all excited. He grabs the present and before anyone can protest, he already rips the paper away, gasping as he gets a good look at what's inside.

"A book?" he questions, looking over at her.

"A photo album," she corrects, but nods.

Wrecker's eyes get big.

"I thought... Well, Phee talked about Christmas gifts and I wanted to give you something back because you care for me so much. I care too. And... this is a small thank you for everything you do for me," she says quietly, looking around all of them.

All of them look a bit confused at first, before understanding settles in their eyes. When she finishes, she feels proud of herself and when she interprets Hunter's face right, he is too.

"Come over here," Echo is the first one to break the silence. When she reaches him, he lays his arms around her.

"Thank you so much, Omega. This is very kind of you," he tells her, stroking through her short hair.

All of them say their thanks in their own way. Whether it's a silent nod and a pat on her shoulder by Crosshair, the red glint on Tech's face as she tells him that the pictures are taken with his holo-recorder or Wrecker's bear hug. Hunter is the last one that pulls her close.

"Thank you," he whispers in her hair, before pulling her down on a chair next to him. "Let's give it a look on the inside!"

Said and done.

In the next hour, they're sitting huddled together at the dinner table and look at all the different pictures.

They laugh, and smile and retell different stories they remember when they see pictures.

Phee went to clean the last few dishes as soon as Omega came around with the present. When she finishes, she quietly sits down with them, enjoying their conversations. She keeps in the background, not wanting to disturb their family moment. They still have too less of them, in her opinion, and seeing all of them so happy and careless warms her heart.

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@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023 @freesia-writes

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[andrastesgrace]

Mara Jade + tooka cats

There are two Luke Skywalkers.

The farmboy-turned-flyboy in him is a crack shot, can diagnose a problem with her ship faster than any mechanic in the core, and is wickedly funny, when he wants to be. When he remembers he can be.

The Jedi, though - the one who is allergic to colors and smiling, the one who has apparently forgotten that he isn't even thirty years old yet - is a gifted mediator, a skilled warrior, and much to Mara's eternal annoyance, usually right.

He's also a little shit. She'd almost jumped out of her skin last week in her Coruscant docking bay when he just. Appeared. Behind her. Wearing that stupid passive expression and looking at her expectantly, as though she shouldn't have sworn in three languages and nearly sliced him in half with his own father's lightsaber.

"If only someone were willing to train you," he said with a completely straight face. "You might've seen that coming."

Mara called him a bastard, then, and he grinned. She threw a spanner at his head for good measure, but he just stepped aside and asked her if she was hungry.

They ate ribenes from a cart in the lower city, and didn't talk about his thinly veiled request.

He asks less, now, and she's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed. Since the beginning, he's always asked, even back when she wasn't sure if she still wanted to kill him or not. But now, as then, she's wary. Not of him, not really. She's run through every scenario in her head, and she doesn't really think he'd ever truly become a danger. But he also doesn't want to listen to her, either, when she suggests that perhaps, some Jedi teachings of the past should stay in the past.

Deep down, there's something that makes her uncomfortable about the way he can just. Switch off his entire personality like the press of a button. He would never hurt her, but sometimes he isn't him.

So instead of becoming his student, she devotes her time to becoming a pain in his ass. Annoying him is the quickest way to shake him out of it. At first it's just little things - mispronouncing the names of famous podracers, putting pepper in his tea, and once, conspiring with R2-D2 to play nothing but Nemoidian showtunes everywhere he went.

"You're doing this on purpose," he says blithely one afternoon, and she looks at him with an innocent. "Who me?" in her expression. After a while, she needs more ammunition. She means to ask Solo, but when she hunts down the office he never uses in the New Republic's shiny new military complex, Leia is there instead. "Tooka cats," says Leia after she explains her mission.

"Tooka cats?" "He can't even look at them without laughing," The corners of her lips turn up in a half-smile. "Something about the eyes." *** "Are you proud of yourself?" he says when she sees him later, the grin still lingering in his eyes as he lets himself onto the Jade's Fire.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She does. She watched it on the holos, the emergency channel on his datapad pinging as he stood in the background of some very important New Republic something-or-other. The first time, he managed to keep a straight face, but only just. But she didn't just have one. She wasn't an amateur. All in all, she sent him about thirty of the most ridiculous pictures of tooka cats that she could possibly find. They were naturally funny looking creatures - a little too creepy for her taste, with their beady eyes and claws, but something about them made Skywalker take one look at them and forget he was a Jedi at all. The sight of him bursting into giggles on live broadcast while Mon Mothma was trying to give a Very Important Speech is going to keep her going for *years.*

"You're a menace," he says, dropping down next to her where she's examining her ship's tractor beam manifold. Thing's been malfunctioning for months.

"I'm a delight."

Skywalker is quiet for a moment. His bright blue eyes catch on the faulty wiring she's been attempting to finagle into working order since she landed here, and he absently grabs a spanner and begins tinkering.

This close, she doesn't have to reach to feel the shifting current of his emotions. "You are," he says softly. A few twists of his hand and a couple of button presses, and the tractor beam's diagnostics panel is all green. Showoff. "I wish you'd let me train you," he says finally, setting the spanner down beside him. There are no accusation in the words, but she feels the lingering merriment in the Force give way to a dull loneliness. Mara knows why he keeps asking, and it's not because she's any great Jedi talent. She's...fine at it, she supposes, but Skywalker is asking for one thing when he needs another. "I'd be an awful student," she says finally, bumping her shoulder with his, and he gives her his own version of Leia's half-smile . "But I guess I should probably make sure you aren't dead from time to time." He chuckles, and shakes his head. "Yeah, you're my best friend, too."

#fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade #luke/mara #mara jade #as it turns out #more than 20 years later #I am still LukexMara trash

[dawnthefox24]

Cole: *is talking too Genji and Pharah* If by any chance Venture get's distracted or worse charge into the line of fire, just calmly start talking about archaeology. Pharah: Pfft Cole trust us we got it under control, how much can this kid be? Genji: I agree with Fareeha, you make it sound like that Sloane is a wild animal. Cole:*barks a laughter* HA! Al'right then you three have fun. Cause ooh boy you two are in one hell of a ride Pharah and Genji:*both look at each other* Cole:*hands them the harness* Oh and here you might need this just in case Pharah: Really Cole a child's harness? Their not a dog. Cole: Just keep it you'll never know Genji: Yeah,yeah, come on Fareeha Pharah: Ok,we'll let you know how the mission goes. Cole: Bye! *11 hours later* Cole:*feels his holo pad hummed aggressively before turning it on the screen* Hello? Pharah: COLE THIS IS BAD!!! Cole: Woah calm down what happened? Pharah: THERE'S HOLES EVERYWHERE AND GENJI IS LOST IN ONE OF THE TUNNELS!!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE VENTURE IS!? Cole: where are you guy? Pharah: HOW THE FUCK WOULD THAT HELP!? Cole:I'm asking because where you are their might be somethings Sloane is into so I'll ask again where are you? Pharah:...Giza Plateau.... Cole: Oh then their looking for some good hidden treasure good luck~ Pharah: WAIT CO- Cole:*turns off his holo pad* Should have strapped a harness on too them.

#overwatch shitposts #overwatch #overwatch 2 #cole cassidy #overwatch cole cassidy #cole cassidy overwatch #genji shimada #genji shimada overwatch #pharah #overwatch fareeha amari #fareeha amari #sloane cameron #venture #venture overwatch

[darlin-djarin]

how does grogu poop? i assume it’s not diapers (though din changing diapers would be SO entertaining. grogu would smear shit all over his armor), and i know damn well grogu ain’t going to the toilet. bro would fall in. i propose the idea of practice potties. din just sets out those little potties all over the floor of the crest and whenever grogu needs to go he just toddles over like a rat going into a trap set in the corner and just shits there. din would be on a holo call with boba or something and behind him in the corner would be grogu grunting and straining on one of the many potties on the crest, shitting to his heart’s content. like a cat with a litter box. din cleans them out but grogu shits fucking everywhere bc baby eats everything he sets his eyes on. still better than a diaper.

#din and grogu domesticity is so funny to me #like how do they even Do that #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars shitpost #grogu #clan of two #star wars headcanons #oil. #extra virgin olive oil

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Drabble No. 6

Summary: “Who did this to you?” his modulated voice demanded, leaving no room for any argument. “Din…” you shook your head but he kept his fingers under your chin making you look up at him. “Tell me. Please,” he added softly.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: mutual pining, implied violence, mentions of injuries, fluff, one sexual thought, pregnancy mention

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Being back on Nevarro with the child felt weird for Din. 

For many reasons. 

Much time had passed since he had visited the planet. Many things had changed. 

He had changed. 

Yet there was one constant in his life that did not change at all, even though he had been trying to change it since… he couldn’t even remember how long. 

His feelings for you. 

He had just started out at as a Bounty hunter many (many) years ago when he saw you for the first time. You were young back then, too young, yet you had been (and still are) the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

You had just started working at Greef’s Cantina, your eyes wide and fearful as you spilled Karga’s Spotchka all over Din’s lap, probably fearing for the worst. He was a Mandalorian after all. But Din was way too busy admiring you in your flustered state. Not that he could ever be angry with you. 

No matter what you did.

Not even when you married someone else a couple years back. 

Din had waited too long to come clean to you. To confess his feelings. 

He was your friend, a smile sneaking to your face whenever he entered the Cantina while other people shook with fear. 

You never treated him differently after that first time you met. You became a very important person for him, even if he never told you. 

Many, many decisions he made since meeting you were made with the question what would she do in his mind. 

He chose to ignore that the reason he hadn’t been on Nevarro lately might have to do with the fact that you were married and maybe even with child. God to imagine you pregnant…

A thought Din made equally angry (because it wasn’t his child inside of you) and aroused (because he imagined it would be his child inside of you). 

Grogu was sleeping in his pram as he walked the familiar path to the Cantina and if his Beskar seemed even shinier than usual it was because he polished it. Twice. Not because he was nervous, no. Never. 

The door opened and he stepped into the Cantina. 

It was almost empty. Only two booths filled and a couple of individuals at the bar. He nodded towards the man behind the bar, his eyes scanning the whole room until he found you sitting tucked into the back corner, his back towards him. Yet he would recognize you everywhere. 

Greef had told him that you had taken over the books of the Cantina, which explained the many stacks of paper and holo’s on the table in front of you as he made his way towards you. 

“Cyar'ika,” he said and saw your shoulders tense for a moment. 

“Din,” you whispered, a smile sneaking to your face before you flinched. There was no hiding from him. You were happy that he was here. Yet tomorrow would have been better. After you had a chance to get some bacta to take… care of your face. You took a deep breath before you turned around to face him with a soft smile. 

Din’s breath caught in his chest as he saw you. A barely healed cut in your eyebrow, a nasty bruise on your cheek. 

He was touching your cheek before he even realised he had moved, his gloved hand softly running over the injuries. He opened and closed his mouth for what felt like a million times, before he shook his head once and took his glove off, his fingertips running over your cheek. 

“It’s been a while since you visited,” you whispered, shuddering as you felt his fingers touch your skin. You closed your eyes, feeling like a weight had been lifted from your chest since you laid eyes on him. He brushed over your cheek and when you opened your eyes you realised that he was brushing away tears you hadn’t noticed you were crying. 

It seemed like all the air was sucked out of the room as he stepped closer, nothing but him filling your vision, as he tilted your chin up. He cocked his head to the side the T of his Visor fixed on your face. 

“Who did this to you?” his modulated voice demanded, leaving no room for any argument. 

“Din…”, you shook your head but he kept his fingers under your chin making you look up at him. 

“Tell me. Please,” he added softly.

“Karga took care of it…”

“Is whoever did this dead?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Then it’s not taken care of,” he said and you sighed. 

You took a deep breath, reaching one of your hands up to carefully touch his hand, shivering when you felt his skin on yours for the first time. His posture did not change, yet he let you take his hand into yours, squeezing it once before you slowly pulled him to sit down next to you. 

He did not let go of your hand, his body on overdrive at the sudden contact of your skin against his. 

“It was my ex husband…” you whispered and his head turned to you.c“He did not want to accept that I, a woman, left him,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. 

“I should have never married him in the first place, but….”

“But?” Din asked. 

You shook your head, not really wanting to tell him that it had always been him you had secretly been in love with. But how long were you supposed to wait?

Din was fuming deep inside. Who dared to lay a hand on you? He should have told you. He should have taken you away years ago. He should…

“I didn’t know if you would ever see me as more than a friend, Din,” you whispered and Din was sure he stopped breathing for a moment. 

“Me?” he finally rasped out and you chuckled. 

“It was always you, Din Djarin,” you smiled at him and he wished you could see his smile beneath his helmet. Instead he let his helmet tilt down, resting it against your forehead.

“Did you just kiss me?” you grinned and he laughed.

Din stayed with you until you finished work and then walked you home. He was glad Karga had taken care of finding you a new and safe place to stay.

Not that it would matter from tomorrow on because you had agreed to come with him. 

He watched over you until you fell asleep, leaving the kid with you as he activated the security protocols for the apartment on his way out. 

He had to make one stop before he could take you away with him. 

Din would make sure your ex husband would never hurt anyone ever again.

#my fic #din djarin x female reader #din djarin #Pedro pascal #the mandalorian #drabble #prompt #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction