#sorry for not drawing the backgrounds 😬

[sofilandstuff]

first comic from my AU 🐞🐈‍⬛🚨

yes this is the vibe, my ladybug doesn't have patience for roger and the police.

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11

patreon | ko-fi

#sorry for not drawing the backgrounds 😬 #miraculous ladybug #ml #ml fanart #miraculous #vigilante au #chat noir #ladybug #roger raincomprix #miraculous au #ml comic #comic #my art

[neomujinjja]

Surprise!

Pairing: S.Coups x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Not edited, bonus scene

Synopsis: Your boyfriend lies to you, saying that he can't make it to your showcase. Little do you know, he plans to surprise you

Note: y'all do not want to know how long i was sitting on this one 😬

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Are you sure you won't be able to make it?" you ask with a pout to your boyfriend on the other end.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you" he says causing your pout to deepen further. You were looking forward to this event and it would be even better if Seungcheol could attend.

"Okay..don't work too hard" you tell him, trying to hide any sadness in your tone. You understood that he couldn't exactly peel away from work like others, but that didn't mean you weren't somewhat disappointed. "Can you stay on the phone with me a little more?" you asked Seungcheol, your finger absentmindedly drawing patterns onto the bench.

"O-"

Before he could start responding, a voice interrupted him in the background. "Hyung! We got to get back!" one of the boys shouted. Your boyfriend apologized as he informed you that he had to go, and you barely had time for Love you's and goodbye as he hung up. You sighed as you set your phone down to your lap.

"What's wrong?" Prang, a fellow artist, asked as they looked over at you.

"Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing. Just spill, it might help you feel better."

"It's not that bad. It's just that my boyfriend won't be able to show up and I barely got to talk with him just now."

"That's tough.." Prang trailed off and you could see that they were trying to think of something to say.

"It's alright. I know he'd show up if he could, it's just work is keeping him. You don't need to try and comfort me" you told the clay artist as you patted their arm. Prang jokingly let out a sigh, wiping their forehead and putting their hand to their chest in a dramatic manner. The two of you laughed, Seungcheol not coming temporarily leaving your mind.

"Ready to do this you guys?" Cara asked as she came from the corner; she was the other artist on display for this event. You and Prang nodded simultaneously, still a little out of breath from the laughter. "Good cause Cubi is asking we head over to get started" Cara said as she clapped her hands together and pointed back in the direction she came.

-

"Excuse me, how much are you selling this painting for?" You turned at the familiar voice, your jaw dropping as you saw Seungcheol's smiling face.

"What are you doing here? You said you wouldn't make it!" you exclaimed to the male as you hit him on the bicep. Seungcheol laughed, feigning pain as he did. Your boyfriend grab your hand, lacing his fingers in with yours.

"I lied. Wanted to surprise you" he said as he handed you the flowers that he brought. You jokingly glared at him, to which your boyfriend only laughed some more.

"That's not funny" you said as you pulled your hand away to playfully pinch at the male's sides.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby" Seungcheol teased you despite the pout on his lips. He wrapped you up in his arms, giving your cheek a kiss and swaying the two of you lightly.

"You have to make it up. I want a hundred kisses in compensation" you tell your boyfriend, staring up at him with your own pout. Seungcheol nodded, giving you a kiss on your other cheek before pulling away from you.

Bonus

"Go, look at my other works or check out Prang's and Cara's stuff" you urged your boyfriend. He had been following after you as if he was a puppy dog. "I'll find you at the end, okay baby". You gave Seungcheol a kiss before moving to greet someone. And if the both of you had to give the other 100 kisses in compensation later that night, neither of you complained.

#kpop #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop x poc reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #seventeen #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups #scoups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff #scoups x reader #scoups imagines #scoups fluff

[ramonaflow]

weekend wip game

Tagged by @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @mammameesh 💕

1. WIP List:

102 words

Summer days

Red panties

Beach sunset

Blue leather

Early relationship

Lift

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

102 words

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

If I ever finish it, 102 words

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Summer Days I think has been the most fun

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Red panties. I'm just so stuck on how explicit it is. I think it might be too much lol

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

All of them. I'm always worried about how people will react to them

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I don't think I will for any of them

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

All of them 💀

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Only one of them has an oc and he's hardly in it.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Panties I think. I hope.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

I don't really do angst. Apart from the occasional drabble.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Oh I've no idea

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

😬

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

If you mean which one have I spent the most time staring at and not writing? Probably panties again.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

I don't really have expectations

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I don't think so but I only really remember scary dreams

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

I don’t think so

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Summer Days I think. Just because it's silly

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

No

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

I have no idea. I'm sorry to the people who tagged me because I'm just rubbish at these games 🤣

Tags and questions for artists/gifmakers under the cut!

Tagging: @flowertrigger @a-noble-dragon @smblmn @beaiola @carolrain @trickiwooao3 @characterassassination-at-9am @smallumbrella369 @jamilas-pen @demora00 @queenmabcreates and anyone else who wants to 🩷

Questions for artists/gifmakers

1. WIP List:

2. Which WIP is your most complex?

3. Do any of your WIPs involve you using a technique/style that you haven't used before? What inspired you to try it?

4. Which WIP do you expect will take you the longest?

5. Which WIP are you finding the most enjoyable to create?

6. Do you have a favourite character to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

7. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of creator's block?

9. Do any of your WIPs contain characters outside the main ship? How are you finding creating those?

10. What emotions are you hoping to convey through your WIPs?

11. Are there any features/details you are finding challenging in your WIPs?

12. Which WIP has the most complex shading/colouring?

13. Which WIP has the most complex background?

14. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for?

15. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

16. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other art doesn't?

17. Are any of your WIPs commissions?

18. Do you have a character that is more difficult to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

19. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

#weekend wip game #tag game #david x patrick #schitt's creek #sara's fic stuff

[kan-be]

I have a question!

What are your opinions on some of the popular ships in the fandom? Like usuk, rochu, gerita and spamano?

I love every ship so there’s no wrong/right answer, i adore you art anyway!! Your arthur is absolutely wonderful!!

One of my favourites in the almost 10 years I’ve been on this fandom!

Thank you for your art!

first of all this is one of the oldest asks and i’m so sorry it took me literally years to answer, anon 😔 I suppose this may not be actual anymore but i’ll post it anyway

second of all thank you very much!!! 🥺💕

and last but not least, I like most of the ships, tho now i’m not into hetalia that much anymore and only fruk lives rent free in my head but anyway

gerita is classic, but too sweet and fluffy for my liking. for me they are like that canon couple in every piece of media which is not being really questioned but everyone usually just ignore them in favour of some gay shit happening in the background (and on ao3 in particular). i prefer their 2p versions, they add some spice to it heheheh. spamano I drew a couple of times, love their dynamic and interactions in canon, and i have a soft spot for tsunderes and their golden retriever bfs, i’m a simple woman. rochu is one of my faves for both russia and china, probably toxic af but honestly? healthy relationships in fiction are so boring I could never 😬 (she said and went straight to draw such cheesy, sweet fruk fanart that it rottens teeth, yes that’s me) also they have some GOD TIER art it must be illegal 😮‍💨 the only ship i personally disliked back then is usuk and for no specific reason at all, it just didn’t sit right with me, but i’m chill with it now, love fanarts a lot too, so many incredibly talented ppl all around

so that’s it hah thanks for coming to my ted talk 😘💝

[mango0o0o0os]

Legend from Linked Universe for @natureless-creatures! This was really fun to draw (but I still don't think I drew his mouth quite right, sorry Legend 😬). His hair reminds me of a sunset, that was what inspired the background.

#legend of zelda #linked universe #linked universe legend #legend

[doyoujustnotwantto]

Your Annoying Tumblr Mutual strikes yet again !!

I'm gonna ask you a few questions :> (these are all so random lmao) (as always, feel free to ignore ^^^)

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✰ how long have you been on tumblr?

✰ how did you come up with your url/username?

✰ what’s your phone’s lock screen?

✰ do you have any piercings//tattoos? (any you’d like to get?)

✰ do you wear glasses//contacts?

✰ has anyone ever told you you have a "celebrity look-alike"? if yes, who?

✰ best compliment you’ve ever gotten?

✰ are you a collector of anything in particular? If yes, what?

✰ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY AND TREAT YOURSELF AND I APPRECIATE YOU AND YES OKAY BYE FOR NOW <3

OMG thank you for asking!!!! I can tell you're the sweetest and the most caring person just by going through your blogs <3 You could never be annoying!

♡I've been on tumblr for around 2 years now (but i wasn't active at all)

♡it's a lyric from renegade by taylor. i love the song:')

♡a drawing of gold stars and moon with the completely black background that i found on Pinterest

♡no i don't! I'm in Japan, and tattoos are still strongly associated with gangsters here sadly. So no one around me would agree with me getting one but I'd love to someday actually😬(i wanna leave the country so I will when that happens:)) I'm definitely getting my ears pierced as soon as i graduate from high school!! Does it hurt??

♡nope!

♡Kim Chae-won from LE SSERAFIM! so many people say i look just like her haha and now i kind of think so too hehe

♡friendly and caring?! i try to be friendly so i was happy when someone acknowledged that. Cause that means it's working lol

♡i buy random small snacks with cute packaging to decorate my shelf;) oh and I'm on my journey to collect all of Taylor's cds! I've been a fan since forever but i was little and my parents had no interest lol so i was simply loving Taylor by watching mvs and listening to popular songs thinking those were the only information available about her. I spent half a decade without knowing all the drama or hate she got. It's kind of crazy to think now that i know a lot haha on the other side of the world there were crazy things happening:)

sorry, the answer got unnecessary long! I loved doing this<333 It reminded me of the things i didn't know about myself lol You too! Have a great day, night and December is almost there!!!! luv u!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

hey kym!💕 i’m probably the 100th person asking, but what can you tell us about the checked shirt and black undershirt buck is wearing in that bts? i feel like black is a rare occurrence for him…?

thank you!

Hey Iri!!!

You got in first with the ask so gold stars for you!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

 To all the Nonnies who also asked - I’m answering you here!!

I have definitely not spent to long staring at this 😬😬😬😬😬

andI very definelty haven’t spent any time trying to figure out if he’s wearing a necklace!! 👀👀👀👀👀

I don’t think he is - I think its the way the light is hitting the monitor screen - I’d die if he was wearing a necklace - because there is only one reason Buck would suddenly develop a taste for neck jewellery and that would be if he was given a St. Christopher by a certain someone - its way to early for that to be something like that happening imo so I’m happy to rule it out! as a concept!!!

This outfit is the same as the one from the bts with Ryan - I’ve brightened it and altered the contrast so you can see Oliver lurking in the background (Sorry Ryns arm!)!

As for what I think about Buck in Black - its actually a colour we’ve seen him in a fair amount - mostly around Taylor - when we saw him in lots of either black or black and white check (and some grey and navy blue) or in connection with something Taylor adjacent (the trip to the equestrian centre for example) 

Then we have the more recent black top from his lunch with Connor and Kameron. 

The fact that Buck has been wearing almost entirely blue (and white) tops since deciding to end things with Taylor, with the exception of the russet one in 6x04 and then we’re presented with two black tops is a pretty loud connection if you ask me - especially as this latest one is for either 6x05 or 6. The choice of black directly connects Buck to that lunch - and this is important to do - as it keeps the sperm donor theme running in the background even when its not directly being addressed. Putting him into check/plaid and black in this way is foreshadowing that the sperm donor topic isn’t going to go smoothly when it does come back up (seemingly in 6x07 Cursed) - this isn’t just a generalised plaid = bad things inbound - because they could’ve put him in any plaid they wanted, so the choice to use black and white  - it directly connects it to this specific storyline and I love the wardrobe team for doing this!!

This likely to be the next time we see him doing something social (as in multiple people and not just one other al a Hen or Eddie) with the firefam, and the fact that its in the Grant-Nash back yard - which is interesting considering that last time we saw Buck outside at theirs he was also wearing plaid and then promptly coughed up blood all over the patio! (and for something to happen that leads into cursed and thus draw that parallel would be something!) 

(above you can see the string lights that prove the bts content we’ve had is in the G-N back yard this is from 3x06 Monsters if anyone was wondering!)

We know Hen and Karen are there and you can in fact see Karen in the bts video - her skirt under the monitor and the top of her head above it - the way it looks to me - Buck is talking to Karen (and possibly Hen) while looking at someone or something else (possibly Eddie we keep our fingers crossed). The thing with this is that I’m also intrigued by the fact that Karen is in the same colour way (green and white) that she was wearing when Buck, Hen and Karen had their conversation about HenRens sperm donor in 3x01 - never mind it being the last time we saw Buck in the G-N yard, its the last time we saw any of the firefam outside in the Grant-Nash yard in this way - my brain is whirring at the speed of light over this fact!!! 👀👀👀

Tagging @theladyyavilee as she’s sent me several asks on t he subject and I’ve answered them all here!!

#kym answers things #Iri asks #(Sarah also asks!) #bucks black check shirt #911 costumes #kym costume thoughts #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox #evan buck buckley #buck #bucks costumes

[facks-stories]

Note: this isn’t proof read, sorry for any confusion on wording

Summary if you don’t wanna read it all:

I’m basically quitting the social part of Tumblr because I remembered how I hate talking to people online. Also art I said I’d make i will, but *Insert excuse* I’m not even going to say it will be done or even started soon, also even if you don’t want to read the next nine paragraphs, please skip to the end to appreciate the art that @colbyandmillie and @art-mushroomy made for me

Extra shit:

What are you not doing?

What’s going to happen to the blog

Why?

So if you didn’t give a shit why are you doing this?

Cool, but what about the promises that were already made? 

Who?

What about the ask blog?

Art

I won’t be reposting, commenting,asking [anon included] maybe even liking anymore posts or blogs, I just don’t feel like having someone angry or upset about me for something I can’t control, I will still follow pages but that’s about it, this blog is probably but be art every blue moon.

But now that I won’t be socializing on this account I’ll just post all art I will make and all story scenes I will make after posting it on it’s right blog [the 1-2-3 au blogs] so really this account will be somewhere to see all my art if you don’t wanna check all 3 other blogs

I hate when I can’t tell if someone doesn’t want me to do or not say something/ wants me to do or say something. And online its hard for me to try and see what you mean. This goes for almost anything. Like being rushed, I can’t tell if someone online is rushing me while being angry or not, and using things that look negative to me [using a . Or 😑🫤😐😬 ect.] make me think you are angry whether you are or not, so I’m not going to ask people to not use them, I don’t feel like possibly getting into a argument because my ego/feelings is hurt.

Normally I wouldn’t care if someone is being a ass knowingly or accidentally being a but rude, I probably would have forgotten about it but it’s because what they were asking be was something I didn’t want to do because of lack of being excited for it and energy. Now normally I only need one/only have one, but right now I couldn’t give a shit about drawing fanart, and honestly I don’t think if you asked me to draw Mimu in like 5 days I’d want to. Then I dreaded it for 2 days just to draw something I might delete later in a hour. Like holy shit my ego needs to be worked on because all of yesterday and Friday night was spent being pissed because I didn’t want to draw 4 characters despite having fun those two days 😀

It wasn’t even procrastination at this point the only thing I actually want to draw is Mimu and probably pretty soon I’m not going to want to do that, I don’t don’t think I will be non-petty if I keep talking and making promises,

Eventually i will draw all the peoples characters that i said I would, but I don’t want to half ass it because I’m angry and tired so it might not be anytime soon and they all may have honestly forgotten that I said I would in the first place

“Who the hell am I talking about” for the one random person that might see this, basically inde asked me to complete what I said I’d do so a bit is based off of that but I don’t blame him [if you are wondering why this feels a bit short it’s because I already wrote it but didn’t save before my phone died]

Despite me barely getting asks that aren’t art request [with the few I do get] I will still keep the ask blog open, but still keep in mind that I don’t feel like drawing as many characters so it may just be Mimu for now

I did have people draw Mimu, and they will be in the background of the ask blog posts so thank you @art-mushroomy and @colbyandmillie

Colbyandmillie:

Art-mushroomy:

Alright thats all thanks for reading me being a crybaby for 10 paragraphs (or you came down here for the art, but thats good too)

[also not tagging inde because I want to let him be-]

Womp womp

#digital art #oc story #wattpad #drawing #my oc art #sketch #wattapad #story #oc art #art #my art #traditional art #fan art #artwork #artists on tumblr #original art #original story #stories #storytelling #anon #anons welcome #ask me questions #I didn’t think people looked at tags-

[sluggybasson107]

Miyako with 😬! (In case the emoji doesnt show: in something she would never wear)

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Miyako Inoue with her hairstyle from Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning. Her body faces the left at a 3/4ths angle. Her arms rest on her head while she looks at the camera. Miyako wears purple cat eyed glasses and has gold piercings on her lower lip and ears. Her outfit consists of a sleeveless, cyan crop top with a grey crop top underneath. The arms have loose, white lace sleeves that are connected over the collar. Miyako also has cyan trousers with two yellow buttons and a vertical yellow stripe on the side. The trousers has two pockets with yellow fabric at the opening. The background is a light blue with two yellow stripes with purple edges. There are purple edges across the frame on low opacity. The signature “SluggyBasson107” is in bright purple on the left side of the drawing. End Image Description.]

I’m so sorry for taking so many months to finish this request Milo!! I didn’t know what outfit to pick for Miyako since she has a variety of outfits, but I finally chose to draw a sporty and light outfit for her. I also drew her hair as it is in the new 02 movie if it’s over on one shoulder. Finally, I took inspiration for her glasses from Miyako’s track in the 2003 Spring Cd drama since she wore narrow, fox-like glasses.

I hope you like how the drawing came out! Have a great day/night, and thank you for sending in an emoji!

#I took like 11 months to finish this so I’m really sorry but I hope the wait is worth it #thank you so much Milo!! #Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning #myart #Digimon #Digimon Adventure 02 #Miyako Inoue #Ask #timelessanimo #Ask Game #Send me an emoji meme #Send me an emoji #Did I make a tag for this ask game? Prob not

[iam93percentstardust]

Promises!Anon here 😃 I just love your version of SteveTony and always wondered how they learn to be tender with one another. Seeing them come together and then rebuilding the Avengers into more of a family sounds ❤️❤️❤️ I’m in no way creative, sorry I don’t have a more interesting answer 😬

Hi, Promises!Anon! I loved the idea of stevetony being soft with each other so much that I wrote you a little timestamp with some background team as family 💙

~

Steve’s room is the same.

He doesn’t know what, exactly, he had expected. He knows that Tony wouldn’t have given it to one of the new team members—even at his pettiest, Tony wouldn’t be so cruel as to give away their home—but he’d thought that maybe Tony would have had them cleaned? Put their stuff away in storage? Locked them up for an appropriate grieving period before giving them away once the team got to be so large they needed more space?

Whatever it is, he hadn’t expected to walk into his old room and find that, other than the thick coating of dust, everything is exactly the same right down to the open sketchbook he’d been working in when FRIDAY had told him that Wanda needed someone to talk to. He already knows what he’ll find if he looks at his last sketch but he walks over there anyway and picks it up, staring at the graphite drawing of Tony on one of the rare nights he’d visited the Compound. He’d curled up in one of the armchairs and fallen asleep only a few minutes into Anastasia, exhausted, as Rhodey had told them, from a long few weeks of politics. Steve knows now that Rhodey must have been talking about the Accords. Back then, though, he’d just thought “politics” was a politer phrase for what Tony called his “past-their-expiration-date board members.”

“I didn’t touch them,” he hears behind him and turns to face Tony, who’s leaning up against the doorframe.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve says, opening his arms up for Tony to step into, which he gladly does, tilting his head up for a kiss that Steve gives him.

“I didn’t touch anything in here,” Tony continues. “Or any of your rooms. Guess I just kept thinking you’d all be coming home any minute now. Like you were just on a mission or something.” He grimaces. “I probably should’ve had them cleaned before you got back. Didn’t think about it with—”

“Tony,” Steve says, kissing him again. “It’s fine. It’s perfect, even.”

“Well, not perfect,” Tony argues. “I wouldn’t want to sleep in that bed without getting the sheets washed.”

“So maybe we could just bunk up,” Steve says slowly, willing Tony to get it.

“Like Nat and Ororo,” Tony agrees. “Yeah, I can see this. Sam can share with Scott and—oh, I see what you did there.” He winks. “Very sneaky of you, Captain Rogers.”

Steve says amiably, “That’s me: the sneakiest.”

“Anyway, I didn’t come in here to reassure you that I didn’t touch your Pokémon cards. I wanted to tell you that Ororo’s organizing a team night.”

“Yeah?” Steve used to love team nights. He’d had regular team nights with the original team back when they all lived in the tower. One of them would cook, someone else (usually Steve) would drag Tony out of his lab, and they’d spend an evening relaxing together until eventually Tony, forced to stop after hours and occasionally days, fell asleep on Steve’s shoulder. He’d had a few with the new team as well, but it hadn’t been the same, and that had slowly trailed off until he was pretty sure he could count on one hand the number of times they’d had a team night together.

“Yeah, she says it’s a good way to foster community and build teamwork between the two teams. Figured that was probably something we should take advantage of so we don’t have another civil war.”

“I hate that term,” Steve admits, wrinkling his nose. “It wasn’t a civil war; it was—”

“An airport fight in Germany?” Tony suggests.

“No, more of a—we can’t have a civil war when one side doesn’t even know why they’re fighting. It makes it sound like we wanted to fight each other. And I didn’t. I never wanted you to be my enemy, Tony.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Tony says dryly, kissing Steve’s cheek. “Pretty bad way to begin a relationship if that was what you thought about me. So, anyway, Ororo’s got this idea for a team night. She suggested a game night, but wanted someone from your team to pick the game, so Natasha suggested an extended version of Clue to accommodate all of us, and then we’re all supposed to cook dinner together because that somehow won’t be a disaster. But the problem is, I assumed it would be like any other move-in day and we’d just order pizza and beer, so there’s nothing in the fridge, and really this is just a long-winded way of asking do you want to go grocery shopping with me?”

It takes a moment for Steve to parse through what Tony is asking, but once he does, he can feel his face light up. “Seriously?” he asks, higher than he means to. He clears his throat, ignoring the shit-eating grin on Tony’s face. “You want to—you’re not just going to put in a grocery order?”

Tony shrugs. “I could, but Ororo’s got the team doing some kind of training exercise—well, she says it’s training, but I’m pretty sure it’s just laser tag on steroids—and I thought I could skip out on that by, you know. It could be our first date.”

“Oh so now none of those times we were meeting up while I was on the run count as dates?”

“We were discussing politics,” Tony spits as though it’s a dirty word, but it’s hard to understand through his laughter. “Of course they don’t count.”

“Well, sweetheart, only problem with that logic is that we’re not supposed to sleep together until the third date, so I don’t see how we’re gonna share a bed tonight if—”

“That’s sex,” Tony laughs and then goes, “Oh wait, I don’t want to wait on that either.”

Steve laughs and tugs him closer, resting his chin on the top of Tony’s head. His hair is as soft as he remembers it being from the last time he got to touch it—all the way before Ultron and things going wrong. Tony makes a happy sort of noise and tucks himself into Steve’s chest, breathing him in for a long moment.

“Alright, so grocery shopping,” Tony says eventually. “And then we’ll go check on the kids and make sure no one’s killed anyone else yet.”

“They won’t,” Steve says confidently. “We’re building things up better this time, remember? They’ll be fine.”

Tony hums. “Yeah. I think we will be.”

#stevetony #alle writes #promises!anon

[cagedchoices]

Hiiii I'm really sorry to bother you but I noticed on your old blog you used to have a rule that said not to treat your character like Jesse Pinkman. I think I get why its a concern but I'm wondering why it doesn't say that anymore and also I'm curious to know about what you think the differences between Caleb and Jesse are

omg ok first of all bb, you are certainly not bothering me by asking questions. i appreciate being asked thank you 🥰

secondly uh, i removed that disclaimer from my rules bc i felt like i didn't really need it anymore. it does still apply but i really only had it up bc when i was still fairly new to writing caleb i would get a lot of anons making br.ba jokes. so naturally there would be a lot of people pretending to be fuckin walter white in my inbox trying to tell caleb "let's cook" and like "jesse stop screwing around with robots and get back to work" and shit and like. yeah it's a fun little joke. ONCE. 😬

when you're seeing it multiple times a day/week it loses charm real quick. so i decided to be kinda petty about it and be like 'y'all know that caleb is NOT jesse right?' and i did two things. i flat out stopped responding to br.ba anons and i added that warning to my rules. and it seemed like it worked! i stopped getting flooded and my inbox was allowed to know peace again. but like i said, i don't think i really need it anymore because it should just be kind of a given, right? i mean i'm sure this has happened to other people before and will continue to happen bc that's the internet and unfortunately some people have no concept of boundaries and others just struggle with understanding that they might be making someone uncomfortable without intending to.

but like. to think of a popular example which i'm sure has happened before and will surely happen in the future i just think of a mun who writes joel from the last of us and maybe they like using pedro pascal's portrayal and they enjoy using him as an fc. now imagine that rper getting an inbox filled with anon messages treating joel as totally indistinguishable from the mandalorian. telling him he's gotta go find grogu or asking him why he abandoned his son for ellie or something along those lines. there are some GLARING differences between joel miller and din djarin. they're clearly not the same character.

so it might be funny to the person sending the messages and they're probably just having fun like. i'm sure they don't mean anything bad by it. but lemme tell ya, it's not as much fun to the mun on the receiving end. and in my case it sent me into a lil bit of a writer crisis like 'oh fuck is caleb nichols just a carbon copy of jesse pinkman is that how other people i write with see him?? what can i do to make him stand apart and be different without pulling him away from westworld canon too much??'

so anyway that's the rant over with. to answer the second half of this, caleb and jesse are different people. they just are. they do have a lot in common ranging from appearance to basic personality traits to the way they use body language, but they aren't completely the same. they come from different backgrounds which were influenced by various different factors.

jesse is more creative, he's an artist at heart and he has an artist's mindset and that's a kind of freedom to him. he expresses himself mainly through aesthetics. he draws, he wears a colorful wardrobe that really makes him stand out, the first time walter tells him that cooking crystal is chemistry jesse argues back that it is art and he has his signature style and he resents that walt forces him to change it. the reason jesse got involved in the drug trade is predominantly because it's the one place he is allowed and encouraged to express himself freely through art.

caleb on the other hand, is a soldier and he has a soldier's mindset toward most things. he is/was for the most part content with being told what to do next, following orders, sticking to a game plan. he expresses himself mainly through acts of service in canon, particularly to family as we see with his mom in the hospital and when he leaves his wife and daughter behind to go try and put a stop to the war that's coming. he wants to help, he wants to keep everyone safe and the only way he really knows how to do that is to fight.

i'd also say that while jesse and caleb are both highly empathetic and sensitive to the feelings of others, caleb is more stoic about it. i'm not totally sure if that's just how he is naturally or if he's so wracked and troubled by traumatic experiences and was trained to swallow those emotions in the military or otherwise learned to shut down but like. where jesse is always emoting something and never just sitting completely still and blank, caleb seems more comfortable with staying quiet and not always necessarily showing what's on his mind at a given moment.

and there are or course many more things i can say about specific differences but i feel like i've made this post long enough and gone on a scattered tangent so like. i might explore it way more in depth at a later date. ❤️

#anonymous #big data compiles information on everybody — meta. #i guess??

[wizardofrozz]

Echoy’la

Din Djarin x OFC (Jocasta “Jo” Marr), Cara Dune, Greef Karga, IG-11, Kuiil, Grogu, Moff Gideon

Word Count: ~6k

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, guns, blood, near-death experience

A/N: I wrote chapters 7, 8, and 9 at once but I wanted to split them up so I plan on posting chapter 9 within the next few days as well. Also, I’m sorry for how this chapter ends 😭 😬

Chapter 8

Jo POV

The lava fields kept Nevarro warm even without the sun, forcing Jo to roll her sleeves up to the elbow, double-checking her biceps were still covered. Jo and Cara worked on making up somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangements in silence with the buzz of Karga and Mando’s voices in the background. Jo glanced over to check on the creature roasting over the fire, smiling when a little green hand waved at her. She laughed, waving back, and the kid started clapping, drawing Mando’s attention; his helmet turned, and Jo waved at him too. Mando leaned down towards the kid, most likely talking to him before they both turned towards Jo again. Her heart swelled when they both waved at her, but it only lasted a second before Mando’s head snapped back to Karga, who was also staring at her.

           “Bet he’s asking about you,” Cara snorted at her side.

           “Figured,” Jo huffed, crossing her arms over her stomach.

           “Oh, he doesn’t look happy,” Cara continued to commentate as they watched Mando’s body language shift. “Wonder what Karga said.”

           “I’ll ask Mando later,” Jo laughed, watching Karga hold his hands up in surrender. A faint whooshing sound caught Jo’s attention right before an unfamiliar winged beast dropped from the sky. Karga’s scream echoed across the lava fields as the creature bit down on his arm. Everything happened so quickly after that, Jo couldn’t focus on anything for more than a few seconds and relied on her instincts to guide her.

She swiped her blaster rifle off the ground and used the light coming off the fire to see the circling creatures as best she could. The camp was chaos as blasters went off, blurrgs screamed, and shouting voices melded together. Jo kept moving, dodging wings and talons as she tried to shoot the beasts out of the sky; she jumped when the fire exploded right behind her, quickly realizing Mando was at her back. The beasts retreated into the lava fields with a few defeated screeches and the camp fell quiet. Mando spun on his heels, warm hands closing around Jo's shoulders and she felt his eyes darting around her face, his helmet moving as he checked her over.

           “Are you hurt?” was the first thing out of his mouth.

           “I’m fine,” Jo chuckled, looping the strap of her rifle across her body. “Are you?” He dropped his hands and grunted like an animal, too busy scanning the campsite; Jo rolled her eyes, planting a hand on his backplate and pushing him towards the group gathering around Karga.

           “He’s hurt badly,” Kuiil provided when they got closer.

           “I’m fine, I’m fine,” Karga groaned as Cara probed at the wound. “Ow!”

           “Well, hold still then,” Cara snapped, shooting him a sharp look.

           “How bad?” Mando asked, leaning over Cara’s shoulder.

           “Bad,” she huffed, shaking her head.

           “This is it. This is how I go,” Karga mumbled, staring down at his arm. Cara ignored his theatrics and started pulling open a medpac; Mando nudged Jo’s arm, jerking his head towards their belongings.

           “Did you grab some?” she asked as she started to walk away. Mando looked over his shoulder, cocking his head to the side, and Jo stopped in her tracks.

           “You didn’t?”

           “I thought you did!” Jo hissed, hurrying back to his side.

           “Well, I thought you did,” Mando whispered, turning his helmet towards her.

           “Get this thing out of here,” Cara snapped, yanking the pair back to the issue at hand. Jo stepped in front of Mando, trying to see what the issue was; she went to reach for the kid but a gloved hand on her arm stopped her short.

           “Wait,” he insisted, keeping a tight hold on her arm.

           “He’s trying to eat me!” Karga cried and Jo couldn’t stop her eye roll.

           “Eat him?” she whispered to Mando without looking away from the kid.

           “I don’t know,” he sighed, shaking his head. Jo focused on Karga’s arm again and her eyes grew wide as she watched the wound knit itself back together. Despite experiencing the kid’s ability to heal firsthand, it was an entirely different thing to see it happening to someone else. Now that she wasn’t dizzy from blood loss, her heart sank when she started to realize that she had a pretty good idea who the kid belonged to.

           “A Jedi,” she breathed in disbelief, blinking down at the kid. Mando released her arm when the kid wobbled, stepping forward to catch him before he hit the ground. Cara looked up at Jo when Mando turned to take the kid back to his pram and they shared a look, solidifying Jo’s fear.

           “I-I…,” Karga trailed off, slowly getting to his feet, still cradling his now uninjured arm.

           “He’ll be asleep for a while,” Mando concluded when he appeared at Jo’s side again.

           “We’ll save him some of the meat for breakfast,” Jo grunted as she helped Cara off the ground, stumbling into Mando. He grabbed her waist to steady her, keeping her back pressed against his chest for a beat before letting her go.

           “Go eat,” he murmured, steering Jo towards the fire. “I’ll eat when everyone else is done,” he added when Jo narrowed her eyes at him. “Atin.” (Stubborn).

           “Mir’sheb,” (Smartass) Jo shot back, sticking her tongue out.

Jo wandered a pace behind Mando, scanning the flat planes around them as they slowly crept closer to the city. She could hear the faint conversation in front of her, and it made her uneasy; Cara fell in step with Mando, so Jo picked up her pace to flank his other side.

           “Think they’re having second thoughts?” Cara asked, glancing between Mando and Jo.

           “Could be,” was all he said, keeping his gaze on the three men. Cara leaned forward, raising a brow at Jo who only shrugged, narrowing her eyes the bounty hunters growing more agitated. She could see the archway to the city when the conversation ahead of them seemed to get to a tipping point.

           “Here we go,” Jo sighed, subtly shifting the strap of her rifle when one hunter stopped. Her eyes widened when Karga’s blaster went off and both hunters dropped to the ground; he tucked his blaster away again and turned with his hands raised.

           “You should know that the plan was to kill you and take the kid,” Karga started, dropping his eyes to the ground, letting out a long stream of air. “But after last night I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” He fell quiet again, glancing at the four beings watching him, seemingly waiting to get shot.

           “Go on,” Mando urged, shifting his weight so his hand hovered over his blaster.

           “You can kill me now and it won’t break the code but if you do, the kid will never be safe,” Karga insisted, looking right at Mando.

           “We’ll take our chances,” Cara scoffed, rolling her eyes. Jo squinted at the man in front of them, trying to figure out what his angle was but she couldn’t find any deceptions in his eyes. Karga looked at Cara for a moment before his eyes darted between Mando and Jo.

           “You tried running, what did that get you?”

           “Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuiil cut in and Jo looked down at him, raising a brow.

           “We both need the client dead. I’ll take the child with me and then-“

           “No,” Mando cut him off, shaking his head. “Not a chance.”

           “Let’s just kill him and go,” Cara argued, glaring at Karga.

           “No,” Jo huffed, looking up at Mando.

           “He’s right,” he grumbled, shifting his weight and looking down at Jo. “The client will never stop sending hunters after us.”

           “It’s a trap,” Cara stressed, staring at the pair in disbelief.

           “Take me,” Mando concluded, taking a step forward, forcing his gaze away from Jo.

           “You?” Karga asked, taking the words right out of Jo’s mouth.

           “Tell him you captured me. Get me close enough and I’ll kill him,” Mando explained, hooking his thumbs under his belt, leaning to one side.

           “That could work,” Karga agreed, his eyes brows lifting. “You’ll have to give me your blaster though.”

           “Okay, hold on,” Jo finally cut in, stepping up to Mando’s side. “This is insane. You can’t go in there unarmed.”

           “This is the best way to get close to him,” he argued, turning his body towards her.

           “Then I’m coming,” Jo scoffed, crossing her arms. Mando let out a soft sigh, his hand gently resting on her elbow and Jo already knew she wasn’t going to like what he had to say.

           “Cara’s coming with me,” he sighed. Jo had to bite her tongue to stop herself from snapping at him, but she couldn’t stop the pained expression from flashing across her face; Mando’s head dropped forward and he shuffled closer.

           “I thought you trusted me,” Jo hissed, yanking her arm away from him. The next time he grabbed her wasn’t gentle; his fingers dug into her bicep, and he pulled her in so close she almost head-butted him. Jo glared into his visor, but she didn’t fight him, not yet at least.

           “Don’t you dare,” he growled, his ragged breathing loud enough to crackle through his modulator. “Don’t you turn this into something it’s not.”

           “It’s hard not to take it that way,” Jo snapped, shoving him back but he only pulled her with him. Mando loomed over her and if she didn’t know the man behind the armor, she’d probably be scared but this was Mando. She knew him.

           “I’d rather lose her than you,” he whispered harshly, pulling her even closer. Her gasp was barely audible, but he heard it and loosened his grip on her arm, his body sagging. He dropped his head the last inch to rest his helmet against her forehead. “I won’t lose you to a fucking Imp.” The slight shake in his voice gave him away; she could hear the fear laced in every word and she understood. Jo knew that feeling all too well. She swallowed down the emotions lodging in her throat and pulled in a shaky breath before nodding.

           “What do you want me to do?” Mando lifted his head, and she could feel him looking at her and she narrowed her eyes again. “Beskar or not, I’ll smack that smug look off your face.”

           “Don’t hurt yourself,” he scoffed, standing straighter again. Mando's hand slid up from her arm to cup the back of her neck, his thumb sweeping across her hair line. Even though his words came out a little cocky, Jo knew he was trying to hide his fear behind an unsteady bravado. His gentle caress only supporting Jo's conclusion.

           “Don’t forget your entire body isn’t covered in armor,” Jo quipped, flickering her eyes between his legs and he stiffened.

           “You two done?” Cara snapped, rolling her eyes at the pair.

           “Cara’s coming with me,” Mando explained, dropping his hand as he moved to stand next to Jo, clearing his throat quietly.

           “No, they’ll be suspicious,” Karga tried to argue.

           “Tell them she caught me,” Mando countered.

           “Fine,” Karga huffed, turning his gaze to Jo. “Then she can bring the kid.” Jo looked over her shoulder when the kid in question’s ear perked up and he cooed, his big dark eyes looking between her and Mando’s back.

           “No, he’s going back to the ship and Jo will be on a nearby roof if we need backup,” Mando replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

           “This doesn’t work without the kid!” Karga yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration.

           “I have a plan.” Mando turned his back on Karga, ending the conversation to the other man's dismay; he shifted his baffled look towards Jo, and she shrugged, moving to Cara’s side.

           “I’ll watch his back,” Cara promised, meeting her closest friend’s eyes.

           “I know,” Jo sighed, turning to watch Mando give instructions to Kuiil.

           “Go say bye to the kid,” Cara snorted, pushing Jo away. She stumbled towards the pram hovering near Mando and smiled down at him, holding one of his tiny hands as she squatted down.

           “Be good for Kuiil,” she whispered, gently squeezing his hand. He babbled in response, smiling wide enough to show off his tiny teeth, and his ear perked as he looked toward the Ugnaught and his father moving closer.

           “Be good,” Mando echoed, cupping the back of the kid’s head. If Jo didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn the little menace rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.” They watched Kuiil wrap the child in a brown cloak before climbing onto his blurrg and heading back towards the ship. When Jo turned back to the others, her heart sank, and a sour taste clung to her tongue at the sight of Mando in cuffs.

           “I don’t like this,” Jo whispered, curling her fingers around his. Mando looked down at their hands, his chest expanding with a deep breath as he squeezed her fingers.

           “I know,” he mumbled, resting his head against hers.

           “I can’t even enjoy you all chained up either,” Jo added in an attempt to lighten the mood. Mando made a strangled sound, his grip on her fingers tightening, and his spine went rigid.

           “Cyar’ika!” he sputtered and Jo wondered just how red his face was.

           “Stars, Mando, relax,” Jo giggled, standing on her toes to kiss the cold cheek of his helmet. “I was trying to get you to laugh.”

           “You’re gonna kill me before I even make it inside,” he rumbled, making Jo laugh and rest her head against his helmet again. “Go. Be careful.”

           “Always am,” she assured, squeezing his hands before stepping away.

           “I’ll see you inside,” Cara called with a nod. Jo nodded back before securing her cloak around her shoulders, hiding her weapons from prying eyes, and starting her walk.

           “Commlink?” Mando yelled. Jo lifted her arm over her head, wiggling her wrist; she took a deep breath and continued forward, trying to push down the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Jo laid out her cloak on the uneven rooftop across from the cantina, using the raised dome to hide her presence in case the client called in support. She looked through the scope of her rifle barely catching a glimpse of whom she assumed was the client.

           “In position,” she whispered into her commlink.

           “Approaching the archway,” Mando replied. Jo leaned against the brick behind her, lifting her commlink closer when she heard muffled sounds. “On your wall?”

           “Utreekov,” (Idiot) Jo mumbled and she grinned at Mando’s faint snort. Jo continued to keep an eye on the client, preparing herself for the worst; out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Karga, Cara, and Mando approaching, and she took a deep breath. “Showtime.”

           “Keep an eye on the troopers,” Mando whispered, drawing Jo’s attention to the street below. She watched the three disappear inside the cantina and started scanning the streets; Jo’s heart started to race when stormtroopers started gathering in groups, strolling towards the empty courtyard below her.

           “Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted, peering through her scope again. Karga, Cara, and Mando were opposite the client and she tried to read his lips but stopped short at a sound that made her blood run cold. Nevarro’s sun glinted off the black Death troopers’ helmets as they rhythmically march into the courtyard and Jo quickly realized she needed to get off that roof as fast as possible. Jo slid down the back of the roof, catching herself before she fell off and brought the commlink closer to her face. “Death troopers outside!”

She nearly fell off the roof when the explosion of hundreds of blasters when off on the other side of the building and she choked on a pained cry. Jo clambered off the roof, landing hard on her knee but the gunfire on the other side of the building drowned out her impact. She wobbled when she got her feet under her but shook off the ache in her leg before running down the length of the building, sticking to the shadows.

           “Jo!” came from her wrist and she stumbled to a stop, pressing herself against the building.

           “I’m good, Cara,” she panted, opening her mouth again only to stop short. Her heart sank to her feet, and she looked up at the sky when a familiar screeching filled the air, watching the TIE fighter approach, the dreadful feeling in her stomach reaching its peak. Jo’s head bounced off the wall as she tried to breathe through the fear buzzing under her skin before moving towards the cantina again.

           “Kuiil’s not answering,” Cara whispered, stopping Jo in her tracks.

           “No,” she breathed, her lungs seizing as she tried to force air into them. “No, no, no.”

           “You have something that I want.” The new voice echoed through the quiet streets but Jo couldn’t place it; whomever it was sounded smug, and it ignited a rage in Jo that started in the marrows of her bones. “You may think you have an idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not.”

           “Still nothing,” Cara cut in, her voice a faraway whisper. Jo got ahold of herself and continued forward, scanning the narrow streets for any lingering troopers.

           “In a few moments, it will be mine,” the voice continued, making Jo clench her teeth as she got closer to the far wall of the cantina. “It means more to me than you will ever know.” Jo wanted to explode, to wipe out the entire army with her rage, and watch the life flicker in the man’s eyes for even thinking he could take their kid.

           “Cara, is there a way I can get in?” Jo whispered into her commlink, peaking around the side of the building.

           “Stay outside,” came Mando’s voice instead. “Don’t let them see you.”

           “I’m not leaving you in there to die!” she hissed, creeping out from her hiding spot. “Find me a way in.” Jo’s comm stayed quiet and she ground her teeth together, searching the outside of the building for a way in; she smirked when she noticed the dip in the roof on the wall closest to her.

           “Jo,” Mando tried to plead but she ignored him. Jo moved as quietly as she could until she had to make a break for it; her heart hammered in her chest when her back hit the wall of the cantina. She strained to listen for any signs that she was caught but it was still quiet. Piles of trash were stacked along the wall, and she climbed it slowly, checking for shifting pieces that could send her crashing to the ground again. Of course, when she got to the top of the pile, she was just out of reach of the edge of the roof.

Jo knew she only had one choice; she crossed her fingers and begged the Maker that her plan would work. Her heart lodged in her throat when her feet left the pile of garbage, only to start beating again when her hands caught the edge and she knocked into the stone. Jo let out the breath she’d been holding and used all her upper body strength to pull her torso over the edge. She swung one leg up, keeping her body low and out of sight, and used the toe of her boot to drag herself towards the large channel into the cantina. Jo gasped when her leg fell through, but the shock only lasted a second as she shimmied herself around and dropped through the opening. Blasters were immediately aimed at her until Mando registered that it was her and quickly lowered his, prompting Cara and Karga to do the same.

           “Did you just scale the side of the building?” Mando snapped, closing the space between them.

           “I told you, I wasn’t leaving you here to die,” Jo countered, glaring into his visor. She could feel his searing stare, but she didn’t back down; after what felt like an eternity his chest expanded and he sighed, reaching up to gently cup her face.

           “Jaro,” (an act of stupidity) Mando mumbled, shaking his head. “We’re going through the sewers. If we can get to the Mandalorian covert they can help us escape.” Jo tried not to tense under his hand at the mention of more Mandalorians but by the way his helmet tilted she knew he noticed.

           “Let’s get to it then,” Jo huffed, wrapping her fingers around his wrist.

           “Oh no,” Cara breathed, looking across the room, her dark eyes meeting Jo’s. “They’re setting up an E-Web.” Jo’s blood ran cold, every muscle in her body going rigid and it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. “Blow the vent.”

           “I’m out of charges,” Mando called, releasing Jo to inspect the vent.

           “Move,” Cara barked, lumbering across the room, forcing Mando to stumble into Jo. The gunfire couldn’t even snap Jo out of the vivid memories of waves of Rebels falling at her feet, the ash lingering on her tongue for weeks after.

           “Hey,” Mando grunted, physically shaking Jo out of her head. “Stay with me, okay?” Jo looked up at him, her lips parted to speak but nothing came out and she just stared up at him with wide eyes.

           “It’s over,” she breathed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

           “No,” was all he muttered, squeezing her arms tighter.

           “Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation.” All four of their heads turned towards the window when his voice rang out again, Mando put himself in front of Jo, and she couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed by the action. “I would prefer to avoid any further violence and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster.” Jo couldn’t make out any of the man’s features as he looked down at the weapon aimed at them. “If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I’m sure that Republican Shock Troopers Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan or Jocasta Marr of Corvus can give you some insight after watching their ranks vaporized. Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin…”

Everything fell into the background as Jo was nearly knocked off her feet when the words hit her, stumbling back a few steps. There were already too many thoughts whirling through her head like a tornado, engulfing her consciousness but she couldn’t stop his name from standing out among them.

Din Djarin.

Jo wished she wasn’t thinking about how perfectly it fit him or how badly she wanted to hear it roll off her tongue.

           “…hey. Jo!” His modulated voice drifted closer, and she blinked a few times, staring lamely at his helmet. “What’s wrong?” Mando's – no, Din’s hands were cradling her face and she felt like she was betraying him, even if it was only in her head that she used his name.

           “Your name,” she whispered, her eyes watering again.

           “I-I know,” he stammered, tilting his head down to look at his feet. “We’ll…we’ll worry about it after we get out of this.”

           “If we can get out of this,” Jo corrected, covering his hands. She focused on her surroundings again and she could faintly hear Karga trying to bargain with the man. “I-I’ve seen what an E-Web can do.”

           “We’ll figure something out,” Din insisted, jostling her like that would get the idea through her head.

           “I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire.” Both of their head snapped towards the window again, watching the man’s shape disappear.

           “I say we hear him out,” Karga spoke first.

           “The second we open that door we’re dead,” Cara argued from her spot on the floor.

           “We’re dead if we don’t.” Jo surprised Din and herself when she spoke, blinking at him before stepping out of his grasp; Din let out a long sigh, wandering a few steps closer to the others.

           “What about you, Mando?” Karga asked, turning his attention to Jo and Din.

           “I know who he is,” Din sighed, dropping his head. Jo’s eyes darted over to him, her lips parting in shock; he shifted under her gaze but didn’t look at her. “It’s Moff Gideon.”

           “No,” Cara and Jo chorused, locking eyes.

           “Gideon was executed for war crimes,” Cara insisted.

           “I remember when it happened,” Jo added, her voice pitching up in fear.

           “He knew my name,” Din countered, shifting his helmet just enough that Jo knew he was looking at her.

           “So?” Karga glanced at Jo but shifted back to Din when she looked just as surprised as he felt.

           “I haven’t heard that name since I was a child,” Din continued, his fist clenching at his side and Jo ached to comfort him but stayed rooted in place.

           “On Mandalore?” Karga pressed, glancing over his shoulder as he dug around behind the bar.

           “I wasn’t born on Mandalore,” Din sighed, turning his head to look at Jo. She unknowingly met his eyes, holding his gaze in hopes of bringing him some comfort, knowing what was running through his head.

           “But you’re a Mandalorian,” Karga stuttered, looking between Din, Jo, and Cara.

           “Mandalorian isn’t a race,” Jo supplied, never taking her eyes off Din.

           “It’s a Creed.” Jo could see the way his movements grew stiff, and his shoulders tensed as he seemed to be reliving a memory. Swallowing down her reservations, Jo shuffled a little closer and hesitantly slipped her hand into his, jumping when his grip tightened the second their fingers locked together. “I was a foundling raised in the Fighting Corps. They treated me like one of their own and when I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB officer during the purge; that’s how I know it’s him.”

           “That’s how he knows all of us,” Cara grumbled, checking her weapons again.

           “I was wondering how he even knew I was here,” Jo cut in, training her gaze out of the window.

           “Chain code,” Din huffed, looking down at her.

           “It’s a fake,” Jo whispered, leaning against his arm.

           “I-I don’t know,” Din mumbled, shifting his weight again. “But according to Gideon, he needs us, meaning the child got away. If he hadn’t, we’d be dead already.”

           “He’s okay?” Jo croaked, covering her mouth when she realized she said it out loud. Din squeezed her hand again, but Cara cut off whatever he was going to say.

           “Hail Kuiil again.” Din lifted his head and even though she couldn’t see it, she knew he was glaring at Cara but he did as he was asked, lifting the commlink Kuiil had given him.

           “Come in, Kuiil…Kuiil?” When no answer came through, Din dropped his arm, tilting his head as if to say, ‘told you’, earning a narrow-eyed look from Cara.

           “Relax,” Jo grumbled, squeezing Din’s hand one more time before letting go and crouching at the window next to Cara. “Even without the Death troopers, there’s too many.”

           “And who knows how many we can’t see,” Cara added, peeking around the corner.

           “Is there any way we could thin it out?” Jo wondered, looking up at her friend. Jo looked over her shoulder when the commlink in Din’s hand crackled before the sound of air rushing by and high-pitched giggles floating through.

           “Kuiil has been terminated,” the familiar voice of IG-11 provided.

           “What did you do?” Din demanded louder than needed. Jo could see him getting more agitated, causing her fear to soar higher even though she could hear the kid laughing.

           “I’m fulfilling my base function.”

           “Which is?” Din snapped, sounding on the verge of losing his composure.

           “To nurse and protect,” IG-11 replied, and all of Din’s coiled anger disappeared. He just looked down at the device in his hand and Jo had to stop herself from laughing. The blaster fire and explosions nearby drew her attention again, taking her first real breath as the troopers outside started to shuffle nervously.

           “Look,” Cara called over her shoulder, beckoning Karga and Din closer. The four watched as a speeder came into view carrying none other than IG-11, who was blowing through troopers before jumping off the speeder. The explosion of the bike slamming into something shook dusk from the ceiling, the noise echoing in Jo’s ears.

           “Cover me,” Din ordered, unholstering his blaster and starting for the door. Cara and Jo jumped into action; Cara perched on the counter, lighting up the trooper through the window while Jo followed Din and Karga to the door, keeping her rifle aimed at the ground until Din was out of the way. It was absolute mayhem as shots came from every direction, but they pushed forward. Jo nearly had a stroke when she caught a flash of green nearby, starting towards it to cover IG-11. Jo had the wind knocked out of her when a stormtrooper charged her, forcing the last bit of air from her chest when they landed on her; she tried to push them off but settled on ripping her vibroblade out and jamming it into their side.

She got up on one knee, firing off clusters of shots as she tried to catch her breath again, taking out a trooper sneaking up on Karga. The sun twinkled off Din’s helmet, drawing Jo’s eyes in time to see him pick up the E-Web like it weighed nothing. Jo shook her head, but a small smile lifted her face as she continued to gun down any troopers nearby. She’s rocked forward by an explosion behind her and whipped her head around to see Death troopers storming the cantina.

           “Karga, cover me!” Jo shouted, turning her back on the courtyard. As soon as Jo started firing, she caught a glimpse of Cara getting to her feet; Jo stumbled when a shot grazed her leg, gritting her teeth as she glared over her shoulder at Karga.

           “Sorry!” Karga shouted, holding his hands up briefly. Jo rolled her eyes, about to turn back to the cantina when she saw him; Gideon stood near his ship with an evil grin spread across his face as he watched Din. Jo wasn’t fast enough. The explosion knocked her back but her first thought was the Mandalorian standing the closest to the ammo box; she felt like she was going to be sick when he landed a few feet from her with a dense thud. Jo waited for him to move or groan and when he stayed completely still was when she started to panic.

           “Get him inside!” Cara shouted from the cantina, snapping Jo back to reality. Karga moved closer, covering Jo as she hauled the unconscious Mandalorian off the ground enough to drag him; she glanced over when another figure appeared at her side, nodding to Cara, accepting the help. The second the door shut after IG-11 and Karga were inside, Cara and Jo leaned Din against an overturned table, dropping down on either side of him.

Din groaned deep in his chest when his helmet fell back against the surface and Jo closed her eyes for a second, trying to reign in the tears choking her. His head shifted to the side, turning his gaze on Jo and she tried to smile at him, blindly reaching for his hand.

           “Hey,” she whispered, gently squeezing his hand. Jo looked up and met Cara’s eyes, holding back the anger that surged up when she saw the hopelessness there. “Go help with the grate.”

           “We’re getting you outta here, okay?” Cara concluded, looking down at Din before getting to her feet. Cara stumbled and Jo cried out when the fire exploded through the shattered window, putting herself between Din and the flames. The child whimpered at Din’s feet, looked to Jo for comfort only to find her crumbling.

           “I’m not gonna make it.” Jo’s head snapped down at the sound of Din’s voice to find his helmet rolled to the side, facing her; she choked out a sob, her vision growing fuzzy as tears threatened to fall.

           “Shut up, of course you are,” Jo argued, her voice shaking as she reached up to run her fingers over his helmet.

           “Cyar’ika, you know I’m not,” Din gasped, weakly squeezing her hand. “You…k-keep him safe.” Jo looked over her shoulder, hiccuping around a sob when she found the kid holding onto Din’s boot, watching them. Din’s other hand moved towards his neck, fumbling around until he grabbed onto something and pulled, quickly pressing warm metal into her palm. “Take this to the Mandalorians and tell them, Din…Djarin sent you.”

           “No, you-you can’t…you can’t ask me to do that,” Jo whispered, her voice breaking as tears dropped onto her tunic. The thump of footsteps grabbed her attention and Jo twisted around, her eyes widening when the incinerator trooper stepped into the doorway. She looked down at Din again, her eyes darting around his helmet before they screwed shut. “I don’t think we’ll make it that far.” Jo rested her forehead against his chest plate and blindly reached for the kid that was at her side, only to find him gone. Her heart sank when she heard the click of the flamethrower and whipped her head around to find the kid standing right in the line of fire.

The faces of all the people she’d lost flashed across her mind, the last two lingering as she closed her eyes and waited for the heat to hit her. But it didn’t. Jo could hear the roar of the fire, but she was fine; she turned, and her heart skipped a beat. Two tiny green hands stopped the flames and Jo watched in fascination as the fire rolled and curled, frozen in mid-air before being sucked back from its origin, sending the trooper flying back. The kid whined as his ears drooped before he plopped down.

           “You have to…you have to leave me,” Din rasped, bringing Jo’s attention back to him. His breathing had grown more ragged and soft whimpers fell from his mouth with each breath, breaking Jo’s heart more and more with each second.

           “I can’t,” Jo cried, looking up at his visor that was tilted towards her. “We can…there has to be something. We can…” She racked her brain for some way to save him without jeopardizing his Creed and when she came up with nothing, she couldn’t help the sob that fell from her lips.

           “Stop,” Din whispered, his free hand coming up to fist the front of her shirt and pull her closer. Jo’s forehead rested against his, tears dropping onto the cold metal as he cupped her face. “I’m sorry.”

           “No,” Jo begged, giving up on stopping the tears. “There’s s-so much I haven’t told you.”

           “I-I know,” Din gasped, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “You have to go, he needs you.”

           “Mando,” Jo whimpered, trying to plead even though she knew it was useless.

           “S-Say it,” he whispered, sliding his fingers into the edge of her messy braid.

           “What?”

           “M-my name. I want to h-hear you say it…just once.” Jo’s heart continued to break, another choked-off sob falling from her lips as she tried to steady herself.

           “Din, ner verd,” (my warrior) she whispered, pressing a feather-light kiss where his mouth should be. He shuttered faintly, his inhale crackling in his chest before his hand slipped from her face.

           “Go,” he mumbled, lifting his head slightly. “It’s okay.”

           “We gotta move!” Cara shouted, resting a hand on Jo’s shoulder. Din nodded once and Jo let herself be pulled to her feet, her hand slipping out of his.

           “Take the child. I will stay with the Mandalorian,” IG-11 stated, appearing next to Jo, forcing the almost sleeping child into her arms. Jo’s unfocused gaze dropped down to the exhausted face peeking out from the bag and her heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. She heard the hum of Cara’s voice, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying then suddenly she was being led away. Jo looked over her shoulder one more time to find Din’s head turned towards her, his eyes boring into her.

The flames dancing around them flickered over his helmet, highlighting the tear rolling down his helmet and it looked like his armor was just as pained about saying goodbye to the man underneath as she was.

Chapter 9 | Masterlist

Taglist: @littlemisspascal​

#din djarin #mando #the mandalorian #din djarin x ofc #mando x ofc #din djarin x oc #mando x oc #star wars ofc #grogu #cara dune #greef karga

[noratilney]

trying to think about background pairings for abby’s fic (i also need a title for it), obviously romance isn’t the be all end all blah blah blah, but given how much romance featured in the show it’s drawing from, i think it makes sense for it to be there

it’s mainly bonnie and caroline i’m thinking about since abby doesn’t have much to do with elena and i’m more-or-less keeping her interactions with the salvatores the same

i know it’s a small town but there’s really a dearth of characters to pick from, like aside from stefan and the “mystic falls gang” do we know a single other kid’s name in their grade???

i thought maybe luka for bonnie and hayley for caroline given that i’m a matt hater (although i’m still keeping the caroline-matt relationship we have in the show because i think it’s an important step in caroline’s arc/growth but they’re definitely breaking up) and tyler’s off the table and i find jeremy very boring.

except that i’m already doing luka/bonnie in TMTC(TMTSTS) [spoilers: jonas dies in place of his son, luka and greta are reunited, and luka and bonnie get a second chance at a real relationship - no lies or ulterior motives - and are a bombass witch power couple; unlikely that they’ll be endgame but we shall see what happens in the writing of it!] and i don’t want to copy/repeat myself here.

with caroline, hayley doesn’t show up for. awhile. in canon her burgeoning friendship/relationship with tyler fills the space between her relationship with matt and hayley’s first appearance, but it leaves her at loose ends here.

(sorry to anyone who likes caroline with klaus, i’m not doing that in any of my tvd fics.)

possible other option for bonnie would be anna. instead of anna pursuing jeremy (still no idea why she was meant to be doing that?) and ben pursuing bonnie, maybe anna’s mission could be bonnie and ben’s jeremy? or anna supposed to be tricking jeremy into giving her information but she’s distracted by her genuine interest in bonnie? (anna did know emily. at least like superficially, since she and her mom knew katherine. so that could be the impetus for an interest?) honestly idk, just sort of spitballing here. (i know jeremy cheated on bonnie with ghost!anna in canon (and wow have more ridiculous words ever been uttered?) so i do get if the idea of bonnie/anna puts a bad taste in anyone’s mouth although i personally chalk the canon storyline up to bad writing (and racism 😬) and i’m still not yet committed to any romantic interest for bonnie (or caroline for that matter) yet.)

alternate romantic option for caroline is lucy, with the added bonus that her sticking around also means bonnie and lucy would get to have a relationship. and an excuse to actually like delve into the bennetts. and bonnie to have a family member who cares about her and a magic mentor after grams is dead, which i do like a lot for her. (although this rationale has much more to do with bonnie than caroline so. (perhaps this concept is better suited to a more bonnie-focused fic idea? either TMTC(TMSTS) which is ensemble cast, and in addition to a more equal focus on the non-elena characters, features annie who by virtue of being trained by sheila and having a huge crush on bonnie gives much more space to bennett backstory and bennett interpersonal relationships having focus, or the very vague, to be developed more, oc x bonnie fic idea.) again, i’m as undecided on anything as before i wrote this post lol.)

[i’m also only looking at the early seasons given that one - i’m not sure how long abby’s fic is going to be/how long time wise it’ll go - and two, since i’m undertaking a rewrite/modification of s1-8 for TMTC(TMTSTS), i don’t know how much energy i’ll have for doing so multiple times, even if abby is going to be less involved in the main plot compared to annie, margaret, and meredith.]

#i say things #yes i suppose i could invent ocs but like. that’s work! when i’m not creating them for fun #if anyone has like input/suggestions/strong opinions one way or another? i welcome it

[dirtygirlsnursery]

Original art by local artists right here in Crossville. Just a few weeks ago I was given the the picture of the front of the barn with Frankie our front. It’s a colored pencil drawing by local artist, Debbie Goodwin. She does incredible pet portraits and this is the first I have seen of her doing a landscape scene. The detail is impressive to say the least. It’s on display for you to see for yourself when you come in. Having an art background, being a perfectionist, I’m hard to impress and this drawing sucks me in to its every detail. . The second picture of the pot girl was given to me when we first opened. The detail in her eyes and lips are outstanding! I messaged the gal and asked about her teaching a class and her response, you think I’m good enough to teach?! Um YES!!! Due to issues getting the pots the class never was created. . My very first painting I received was this water color. It brought tears to my eyes that someone would take so much time to paint MY barn. Not the historic picture, not the one in the 80’s, but MY BARN. The one now, with flower baskets out front. Her name is Debra Whistler. . The last painting i believe is acrylic but could be oil. A lady came and started painting out front one day when we were closed. She needed some art therapy one day which I completely understand and asked if she wanted to paint poinsettias in the greenhouse. She said YES! And upon her leaving gifted me her mini painting. We had chatted a bit and I learned she was a substitute teacher for years and one of her students was now a very well known country star. I thought I wrote it down but apparently I can’t find it and for some reason, my brain has a block when it comes to famous people and names. Maybe it names in general 🤔 cause I can’t remember hers either! Gah. 🤦‍♀️(I’m sorry😬) If I were to take a guess and with googles help, I’d say it was @kennychesney for two reasons, 1- google said he came from the same area I recall talking to her about and 2- I remember her saying he always came to school everyday in his “lil boots”. To me he seems like a little kid who would wear boots every day.☺️ . #dirtygirlsnursery #crossville #kennychesney (at Dirty Girl's Nursery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcAmijqu_7o/?utm_medium=tumblr

#dirtygirlsnursery #crossville #kennychesney

[cartooncrazyart]

Uhhh remember when I said Journey was “very traumatised”? Yeah… 😬

[image description: a four page comic. The first panel is an uncoloured sketch of Journey as a young girl, kneeling as she smiles up at a man wearing a lab coat who pats her head, not visible from the waist up. Below it says “You are doing excellently, little fairy.”

The next panel has her, coloured in red, hovering with her wings and arms spread with her eyes glowing white. She is covered in blood, and her dress is charred, with nothing but rubble and smoke around her.

The next page begins with an uncoloured sketch of Journey, holding herself as she stumbles forward, looking down at the ground, horrified. In the foreground is another tiefling, viewed from behind, holding a basket of foods.

The next panel is several drawings of journey, no longer in her charred, bloody outfit. She wears several layers of robes and her hair is braided. The first, the tiefling person is holding her as she makes a small flame in her hand, and she looks on in wonder. The next, she talks happily to a half-orc and a halfling. In the next, she is pitching hay, as two people in the same robes as her whisper to each other, looking at her. The background fades to a dark colour towards the bottom of the panel.

In the next panel. She is asleep, looking distressed as she grips her blanket. She then wakes, her eyes glowing.

It fades once more to an uncoloured sketch, with her sitting in front of the tiefling person as they braid her hair. Beside them a conversation is written out, the lines shifting left and right to indicate the speaker.

T: Have you ever wondered why I keep my hair so short?

J: It is not that short.

T: (Oh hush, you.) It’s out of respect. I am repenting for all the lives I’ve taken.

J: …

T: Journey?

J: Should I cut my hair?

T: Nonesense.

T: You have nothing to be sorry for.

The last line reaches the next panel, which features Journey from behind. Her nightdress is once more charred and bloodstained, and all around her is rubble and fire. The last panel is Journey, having found the tiefling, who has a bloodstain on the back of their head and jagged bloodied rocks behind them. They have their hand stroking her hair, and she sobs as she clings onto their arm. Beside them in white is written “Be good, my angel…” End ID]

#hopefully the timeline makes sense to others it’s sorta colour coded but should just make sense I hope #journey #blood #cw blood #Tw blood #I don’t usually draw things that need warnings so hopefully they suffice #oc