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rebeloutpost · 3 years

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Chapter 15 thoughts

Boba’s new paint job!

Mayfeld being afraid of Din lol

Mayfeld hitting on Cara um no

Cara calling grogu “his kid” 🥺

Din calling Boba “Fett”

Mayfeld making Din question the creed completly in one convo.

Din and Cara chemistry what?!?!

Din in a trooper uniform lol

Din being a freaking badass on top of the transport i was literally mesmerized.

Mayfeld’s character development

Anyone else notice you could see his eyes thru the trooper helmet.

“you shoulda left me in prison!”

That spear throw and roundhouse kick

Din: *sigh*

The sigh is his catchphrase

Cara and Fennec being like damn boys

HELMETLESS DIN HELMETLESS DIN HELMETLESS DIN HELMETLESS DIN!!!!!

The fact that he wouldn’t take it off when he was literally dying but does it for grogu

Din with helmet= scary mando man Din without helmet= shy boi

Poor guy you can tell taking off the helmet is so painful for him

Din: plz don’t talk to me k thx bye

I’m imagining din shaving his mustache for absolutely no reason like dude you wear a helmet but I’m also living for it

He’s so anxious like trying not to cry almost

The eyebrows omg

BROWN EYES AAAAAAHHHHH

Din: “brown eyes seriously?”

Din is so not military its funny “uh yes...sir”

He looks like he’s abt to throw up the entire time at the table

Din: “awkward”

The head shake is so mando like “seriously don’t go there

A southern imperial officer?!?!?

Poor mayfeld has ptsd

*mayfeld shoots officer* din: WHAT THE KRIFF?!??!?

MAYFELD REPSPECTING THE HELMET!!!

din not being able to talk w/ the helmet off bc it’s just too hard

Cara and Fennec SNIPING

THAT SHOT! YESSS MAYFELD

SEISMIC CHARGES ARE MY FAVORITE BOMB!!! They said BONK

DIN FREAKING MOCKING GIDEON!!!!!AAAAAHHHH

“HE MEANS MORE TO ME THAN YOU’ll EVER KNOW” BYE 😽 IM DEAD

Anyway thanks for sticking with me through that long post y’all. Night!

#din djarin #grogu #the mandolarian #cara dune #mayfeld #fennec shand #boba fett #chapter 15 #helmetless din #this is the way #star wars #sw

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phoebonicawrites · 3 years

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12 Days of Winter Whumperland, day 12 - comfort and joy (found family comf)

And I’m done! This one turned out differently than I expected once I started writing, but the core idea is still more or less the same.

Warnings: allusions to emotional neglect in backstory, but - that’s more or less it! Nothing horrible happens to anyone here.

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The second spinning disc locked into place, and Cyan let out a held breath. One more to go, and she’d be done with Electrical for the day, back out into the relatively well-lit corridors. She watched the last of the distributor controls twirl, waiting for just the right moment. One mistake and she’d have to start over again, and risk –

– footsteps behind her. She turned just a second too late as the knife came down –

“Oh, come on!” Cyan protested, as Red stifled a laugh. “I was almost done!”

Red grinned, and pressed a finger to where her lips would be if the helmet wasn’t in the way. Cyan sighed, and tapped the button on her tablet that quietly updated her game status. Almost immediately, a chat notification popped up.

MelloYello: i think it’s because they’re threatened by our skills

Red climbed down into the maintenance shaft and slipped away, headed for either Medbay or Security. Cyan glanced back at the distributor, all three of its controls spinning again, knocked out of alignment when she’d startled at Red’s attack. She’d deal with it in a moment.

cyan: We are too dangerous to live. lol.

MelloYello: did white get you too?

cyan: Red.

MelloYello: ooh i knew it

MelloYello: she always goes to admin first when it’s not her

MelloYello: she didn’t this time

MelloYello: and i know bc i was trying to get the card reader to work for abt five minutes D:

cyan: Red caught me doing distributor. D: D: D:

MelloYello: oof

Reluctantly, Cyan turned back to her task. Yellow dial, click. Blue dial, click. The dial that shared her colour span once, twice, and Cyan readied herself for the final press as it whirled round again…

An alarm blared from her tablet. EMERGENCY MEETING.

Her finger slipped again. All three dials started spinning.

Cyan groaned, and headed for the cafeteria.

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Red fell backward against the cafeteria window, arms slowly flailing, mouth open in a pantomime of a scream. With a final gasp, she slumped dramatically down to the floor and lay motionless, legs splayed apart.

Then she sat up, giving Cyan and Yellow a rueful smile. “Okay, I deserved that. Should’ve known Brown would be keeping an eye on the door to Security.”

“Serves you right for killing Cyan mid-calibration,” Yellow scolded her, but they were smiling too. The remaining living crew members were leaving the table, heading back to their chores around the ship – all except White, who seemed to have his eye on Green as the next target.

“I don’t mind,” Cyan said, quietly. She looked out of the cafeteria window, at the stars receding into the distance. Despite everything, a small pang of homesickness gripped her hearts when she saw them.

Red shifted closer to her, her reflection in the mirror looking concerned, brow creased in a frown. “You sure? I didn’t mean – I wasn’t trying to pick on you or anything. If I really upset you, then it won’t happen again.”

“No, it’s fine.” Cyan turned away from the window and gave Red a faint smile. “I know you do things like that to everyone.”

“Well, sure, but that’s no excuse to keep doing it to you if it bothers you.” Red’s eyes were downcast.

Cyan shook her head. “No, I mean… I don’t mind it because you do it to everyone. I don’t feel – lesser. I feel… this is Red who likes to annoy her friends, and I’m her friend.” She sighed. “That’s – not what was bothering me.”

“Then what’s up?” Yellow asked.

Cyan leaned back against the window, feeling her helmet bonk softly against its surface. “I want to be home.”

Red and Yellow glanced at one another. Yellow cautiously reached out a hand, and Cyan took it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“If you want to get back to your world, then – that’s okay,” Yellow said, slowly. “We can help you…”

Cyan shook her head firmly. “Not there. I don’t want to go back. I want to be where people think of me and listen to me. Where what I have to say matters. Where how I feel matters. I want to be here. I want to be home, here. But we’ll be landing in a few weeks time, and – I don’t want to make trouble for you all, having to explain me. I literally am the impostor among you, after all.”

“I won’t hear that kind of talk about a crewmate on my ship, Cyan,” said a new voice.

“Captain!” Cyan got hastily to her feet as Black approached, Yellow and Red following suit.

“I did mean what I said before,” Black went on, concern in her tone. “These ship-wide games are supposed to maintain morale and group cohesion. If any member of this crew feels excluded, that’s antithetical to…”

Cyan shook her head frantically, and Black paused. “No – no, I like it!” Cyan stammered out. “It’s exciting, working with you all to solve the mystery. Or to cause the mystery, I guess. Even though I’m very bad at that.”

“You’re getting better!” Red rested a hand on Cyan’s shoulder. “I didn’t suspect you at all last time.”

“I didn’t kill anyone last time,” Cyan pointed out. “All I did was close the doors.”

Black cleared her throat. “In any case, Cyan – after you’re all done with this round, meet me in my office. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to how to… introduce you to HQ, but I need to know what you want before taking action.”

Cyan closed her eyes, feeling them grow damp. It was strange. Emotional tears weren’t a response that her body had had before, but the longer she stayed in this shape, the more aspects of it began to seem natural to her. She opened them again. “You don’t have to go so far for me…”

“I’m aware that I don’t have to, Cyan,” Black said, her tone more gentle than Cyan had expected.

“Oh.” The lump in Cyan’s throat was new, too. “Okay.”

Black nodded. “We’ll talk later. For now, I have to get back to work, and you three –” she looked at each of them in turn “– have tasks to do, don’t you?”

“Red’s an impostor,” Yellow pointed out, with a mischievous smile. “She got caught venting again.”

“I don’t always get caught!” Red protested.

“Yeah, but when you do get caught you always get caught in the vents.”

Black raised an eyebrow. “I’ll leave you to it, shall I?” She turned to leave. “Good luck.”

“If we ever have to use the maintenance tunnels for actual maintenance, you’ll be the one who gets sent down there,” Yellow commented, as the three of them made for the exit. “You must know them better than anyone else at this point.”

“I wonder if I can fit into the real air vents,” Cyan mused. “Not in the game, of course. That would be an unfair advantage.”

“Well, if you get stuck in there, don’t – ooh, Blue and Purple are in Elec together.” Red tapped a button on her pad, and Cyan heard doors hiss closed further down the corridor. “That ought to confuse them.”

“I needed to go back in there,” Cyan complained, but she didn’t mind too much. It was nice to have an excuse to put off the distributors for a little longer.

Yellow reached for her hand again, and Cyan took it. “Come on. Let’s just go enjoy the chaos.”

#amow winter whumperland #12wwday.12 #found family comf #fanfic #among us

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