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moonlitdesertdreams · 3 years

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Judgement Call (Din Djarin x OC)- Chapter XI

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CHAPTER XI: WORK

“Right! Right, Mando!”

Zakia was holding onto the co-pilot’s seat for dear life, the Child clinging to her shirt in much the same fashion. The Crest banked and dived as another hunter pursued, yammering threats through the communicator.

“I know how to steer, Zakia.” Din snapped. The Mandalorian’s feet were anchored on the floor to keep himself from moving.

“ Hand over the Child, Mando.” A voice crackled through the com, and Zakia scrambled from her seat to the dash, gripping tightly to the Child. She shoved herself close to Mando and pressed the button for the com.

“Anden? Is that you?” Zakia shouted, “If Mando doesn’t kill you, I’m gonna kick your ass into the ground so hard you’ll never see the sun again!”

They may not have been friendly with all the hunters, but Zakia was certainly familiar with most of the Guild’s repeat customers. Nej Anden, at least she had thought, had been one of the amicable ones.

“ Make your Mandalorian hand over the asset.” Nej commanded.

The mentioned blonde stumbled as the ship was jerked to the side and they could see the streaks of blasters shooting by the windscreen. Damage sensors began screeching in the background, and the Child giggled obliviously as it fisted Zakia’s jacket.

“ I might let you live.”

Another round of fire had them stumbling again, and the computer indicated damage to the left engine. Mando tapped at the screen before switching back to the joysticks. His arm snaked out and caught Zakia, securing her to his side.

“Hold on.”

He pulled up and then pushed hard to the left. The ship lurched into a barrel roll, and Zakia could not prevent the yelp from escaping her lips. The artificial gravity kept her tight against the pilot’s chair, but her fingers still dug into Din’s arm. The Child squealed in delight, smacking a tiny hand against Zakia’s collarbone.

“Uh, he’s still back there.” Zakia managed as she unglued herself from the Mandalorian.

“Come on.” Mando muttered, pulling at the joystick. The proximity sensors blared and told them they’d been locked onto for a target, cut short by the com unit.

“ I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” Anden called.

“Hold on again.” Din said. Zakia gripped the controls and the back of Mando’s chair. He pulled back abruptly on the joysticks, and all three passengers were jerked forward with the force of the ship’s sudden halt. Zakia moved to stand, but a shape flew above and clipped the ship; she recognized it to be Nej’s small cruiser.

Mando geared up the blasters, and Zakia sighed in relief when the targeting system locked onto Anden’s craft. She pressed down on the com unit, a smirk playing at her lips.

“Night night, Anden.”

Din fired, and Anden’s ship exploded in a burst of color. The baby laughed again, and Zakia raised her eyebrows. “Talk about a dark sense of humor.”

The alarms on the dash continued flashing, all of them beeping obnoxiously. Mando was frantically tapping at the Navicomputer, looking for answers. His hands were busy flipping switches when he spoke.

“What’s the diagnostic say, Zak?”

Zakia stepped to her left, one hand leaving the Child to run along the screen. “Losing fuel.”

Just as she was about to read into the issue, everything went black.

“Perfect” Din shook the steering component in spite of its dead state, turning back to Zakia.

“Backup?” She questioned. The Child sputtered incoherent words after her, rotating in her arms so he faced outwards.

“I’ll get it.” He stood from the pilot’s chair, and the Child keened from Zakia’s arms. It reached out tri-clawed fingers, stretching towards the Mandalorian. Din paused for a moment, but the cold of space was already beginning to penetrate the ship. Zakia stepped to the side to allow Din access to the backup panels, where he flipped a few switches to power the vessel back up. It took a moment, but the lights began to return with a high-pitched whirring.

“Oh, rejoice.” Zakia hummed, shuffling towards the heating unit that opened up in the back of the cabin. “I take it you’re putting us down there.”

She motioned to the planet before them, and Mando dipped his head. “Yes. Tatooine.”

“Oh.” Zakia leaned over his shoulder to see, depositing the Child onto Din’s lap as it once again stretched towards him. “Well, there used to be a Guild tavern there and a couple Underworld guys. I don’t think the tavern hired hunters anymore, but we can probably get a job.”

“Get the bags?” Din asked, turning his helm in her direction

Since she almost removed his helmet on Sorgan, they had both been gravitating a little closer than usual. At first they’d been hesitant to restart a normal routine, but being in such close quarters all the time quickly dispelled the tension. Din was more physical, touching her warmly each time they passed and nudging her head with his helmet. Zakia, still a bit shell-shocked from the experience, had been soft-spoken. Her admittedly cheeky attitude was still in full-force, but it softened when she was alone with the Mandalorian. Though the helmet still hadn’t come off, an unsaid question hung in the air. Would it come off? Did Din still want to remove it? Zakia didn’t dare voice the curiosity biting at her, but she had a feeling the Mandalorian was all too aware.

The air control for Tatooine confirmed a hangar number with Din, and he guided the ship down to it. One hand on the controls and one holding the Child gently in his lap, he managed a shaky landing. Zakia had retreated to the bottom of the ship, opening the weapons cabinet and withdrawing her blasters and Mando’s. She slid a vibroknife into her boot and made sure it was secure.

“You’re coming to the tavern?” Din searched for a confirmation as he descended the ladder. The Child was resting on his shoulder asleep, suckling unconsciously on the fabric of the Mandalorian’s cloak.

“Yes.” Zakia pulled the sun salve from one of her bags, slapping it on her face. Her curls bounced down around her shoulders, brushing the exposed skin of her arms. The heat of Tatooine was tangible even inside the craft. “I just have to find a different shirt.”

Din tucked the Child into its designated bunk, taking a moment to ensure it was sleeping before sealing it in. He meandered to the other set of quarters, finding Zakia ransacking the small alcove she used as her own personal wardrobe. Her back was to him and she was shirtless, top covered only by her bra and scarf she used to cover her face. The gauzy black fabric hung around her neck, teasing him to touch the skin underneath. Din stood quietly, not making his presence known for the first few seconds. After a few moments passed and she was still empty handed, the Mandalorian crept forward and reached an arm around her waist. He tugged her back until her rear end was pressed tight against his groin and her head rested on his shoulder.

“I can’t find what I want.” She complained, blasters rattling at her sides as she stomped childishly.

“I think you look good like this.” Din’s modulator barely picked up his words, but he knew she could hear.

“Well, Tatooine’s hot.” Zakia shifted her legs, and Mando sucked in a breath. “I could get a good tan going out like this.”

Their time on Sorgan, though filled with emotion and longing, had not allowed them an interaction like this. They were both still hurting from his almost-breaking of the Creed, but Din knew he couldn’t chance it. As long as they were vulnerable, he would never remove the helmet for her to see. The week or so they had been traveling in space after leaving the forest planet was healing for them, but both adults still had urges. They were both used to traveling alone; having the Child greatly decreased their time normally reserved for intimacy.

“No one-” Din tightened his grip on her waist after she spoke, “-gets to see this.”

Zakia’s laughter was soothing. “Alright, calm down. I think you’re getting a little green, Din.”

He snorted, spinning the petite woman around to face him. “Eyes.”

She didn’t need to be told what he wanted. Zakia complied with his request, lashes kissing her cheeks as her eyes flickered closed. Din pulled off his helmet and took a deep breath, pressing his mouth to hers. Zakia melted into him as his teeth gently nipped her lip.

“You have no idea,” Din’s hands traveled up her sides, and he eventually broke away and hugged her close. He nuzzled his nose into her shoulder and inhaled, happy to be feeling her skin instead of the padding in his helmet. “How bad I want you to open your eyes.”

Zakia’s arms tightened their hold on his neck, and she pushed onto her tiptoes to cradle him closer. “Not now.”

“Thank you.” He pressed his lips against her neck lightly before pulling away and replacing his helmet.

Zakia watched him carefully, cheeks flushed an adorable pink from their encounter. She shuffled around their quarters a bit more until her desired shirt was located and they could disembark. She checked on the Child, ducking her head into the small nook.

“If we’re only gone for a little bit he doesn’t have to go. You know how well he sleeps.” Mando said, fingers tapping the code for the hatch into his vambrace.

“I know, I’d just hate to see what would happen if he wakes up alone.” Zakia pressed the button to close his bunk. “You promise it won’t be long?”

The hatch hissed as it opened. Manda raised a brow underneath the helmet and his expression seemed to reach her even through the helmet. “Zak.”

The blonde huffed and followed him down the ramp. She was adjusting the strap on her holsters when a shot rang out, startling her enough to leap into the air. Zakia seized the nearest thing to maintain balance, which just happened to be Mando’s arm. Her eyes moved down the extremity, all the way to where his blaster was still smoking. Three DUM pit droids were all in compact form, opticals flicking back and forth. Zakia moved her hand from Din’s bicep to his head, rapping her fingers against the beskar.

“Seriously, Mando?”

“Hey! Hey!”

The droids all extended their legs. Zakia laughed when the one Din had shot at refused to move, and his counterpart kicked the tin head.

“You damage one of my droids, you’ll pay for it!”

Zakia followed Mando down the ramp, looking in the direction of the small office. A woman was striding purposefully towards Mando, finger pointing angrily in his direction. She was older than Zakia by quite a bit, but she radiated ferocity. A head of curly brown hair spun even tighter than Zakia’s framed her face. Dressed in a mechanic’s suit, she seemed to be quite a firecracker.

“Just keep them away from my ship.” Din said of the droids, motioning to where they’d run off.

“Yeah? You think that’s a good idea, do ya?” She wore a small battered name tag that read ‘Peli’, and Zakia stepped around the Mandalorian’s hulking body.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. He’s got a real… thing for droids.” Zakia interjected. “If the work could be done without them, we’d appreciate it.”

Peli looked at the blonde, and then back to her looming partner. “You could learn a thing or two from this one.”

Zakia saw Din’s foot tapping the ground with impatience, and Peli seemed to pick up on it as well. The mechanic approached the Crest, banging on the hull and pulling a handheld scanner from her belt.

“Oof! Look at that!” She paused, pointing her handhold towards the top of the ship. “Ugh, you got a lot of carbon scoring building up top. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shootout.”

Zakia’s eyes flicked to Mando, who swayed uncomfortably but remained silent. Peli continued to mull about, inspecting the landing gear and commenting on the fuel leak.

“This is a mess! How did you even land?” She tucked the tool back in her belt and approached the pair. “That’s gonna set you back.”

“I’ve got five hundred Imperial Credits.” Din held them out, and Peli snatched them from his hand. She inspected the currency for a moment, looking to her droids for confirmation.

“That’s all you got? What do you guys think?”

The droids chattered back, still refusing to come any closer to the Mandalorian.

“It should at least cover the hangar.” She told them, looking to Zakia. “I’m trustin’ you.”

“I’ll get you your money.” Mando told her. Zakia raised an eyebrow at his words. “Just remember…”

“Yeah, no droids. I heard ya. You don’t have to say it twice.” Peli stopped him, and Zakia stepped forward. She rested a hand on Mando’s forearm and looked to Peli.

“Thank you. We’ll be back shortly.” She herded her partner to the hangar door, pushing him through and hopping out behind him. “And you were being so sweet just a few minutes ago.”

“I don’t like droids.” He bit out as the Tatooine suns’ rays enveloped their bodies.

“Oh, I’m aware.” She cracked her neck and pulled the headwrap to cover as much of her face as she could. “Someone told me that the market here used to have a guy who offered under the table work. Do you wanna check there or the cantina?”

The Mandalorian surveyed the desert planet. “You have the comlink under there?”

“Yeah.” Zakia chirped, tapping her ear. “Wanna split up?”

“Find the cantina, I’ll check in the market. This place seems pretty dead.” Din told her.

“I’ll beep you if I find something.” Zakia turned down the first street after making her departure from Mando. She followed the curve to a small building, and the path ended abruptly at its front.

“Wow.” She whispered to herself. Along the left side of the building, a group of spears shot up from the sand. However, her eyes were drawn to the Stormtrooper helmets skewered on them. She knew the legends about Tatooine- about Luke Skywalker coming from the miserable place- but never had observed how deeply their hatred for the Empire ran. With Karga’s disclosure about the Empire’s interest in her at the forefront of her mind, Zakia was thankful for the display.

Once she averted her gaze, she spotted another building with just a few individuals milling about outside. Zakia strode towards it, pausing to check for anyone tailing her or possibly recognizing her. She entered the establishment and was met with a lack of general tavern noise. A couple men leaned on the bar, and a Kwa was chittering at a human a few tables down.

Zakia made her approach, icy eyes wary. She propped an arm on the bar, examining the droid tending it. “Hey. I’m a hunter, looking for work. You know of anything?”

It must have been an old droid, for its voice was mechanical and unused. “Unfortunately, the Bounty Guild no longer operates from Tatooine.”

Zakia readjusted so she was closer and lowered her voice. “I don’t want work from the Guild.”

“I am afraid that does not improve your situation.” It monotoned, “At least by my calculations.”

Zakia sighed, curls blowing. She tapped on her ear. “Mando?”

“ I hear you.”

“Nothing here. I’m gonna grab a drink.” Zakia murmured, motioning for the droid to pour. It did as she requested, and deposited a glass in front of her.

“ I’ve got one more place to check and I will come get you.” Din sounded like he was walking, and Zakia took a sip.

“I’ll be here.”

Zakia watched the droid as it wiped at the already-sparkling counter. “There’s really no jobs you hear about?”

The droid straightened. “I apologize. As I said, I cannot improve your situation.”

“That makes one of us, Tin Can.”

Zakia spun on her heel, hand dangling over her blaster. Set up in the furthest corner booth, a dark-haired young man was spinning a credit chip between his fingers. Zakia narrowed her eyes and pulled the wrap away from her face. She tucked the fabric beneath her chin as she approached with her drink.

“If you’re looking for work, have a seat, ma’am.” He smirked flirtatiously, and Zakia decided to play along. She sauntered to the table and slid in the opposite booth.

“And what’s your name?” Zakia asked, making herself comfortable in the booth. The man had a smugness about him that she disliked instantly, and an immaturity which was almost tangible.

“Toro. Toro Calican.” Another smile played on his lips, and he dropped his feet from their resting place on the table. “Yours?”

A faux giggle escaped her lips, and Zakia pretended to hide behind her drink. “Zakia.”

“A lovely name for a beautiful woman.” Toro complimented.

The urge to roll her eyes was strong, and Zakia barely managed to keep her expression under control. She was far from good at hiding annoyance.

“Thank you. Toro’s a nice name for a man like you.” Zakia spoke in a high voice. She tapped her comlink twice to signal Mando, though she knew it would take a few minutes for him to arrive. “So, what’s the work you’re talking about?”

Toro reached into a pocket, tossing a bounty puck onto the table. It flicked on, and Zakia’s muscles tensed. She would recognize that face anywhere. “Fennec Shand.”

“You know her?” Toro inquired.

Zakia tipped her drink back. “Unfortunately.”

“I picked up this Bounty Puck before I left the Mid Rim. I followed the tracking fob here. Now the positional data suggests she’s headed out beyond the Dune Sea. Should be an easy job.”

“Easy?” Zakia wondered aloud. “Who told you that?”

Toro rested his elbows on the table, leaning in. Zakia mimicked his position to try and elicit a response. She batted her eyelashes and bit down on her bottom lip. The man across from her watched her do so, cocking a single eyebrow.

“I have my sources.” He smiled, reaching out a hand towards her. “Though I’d love to hear your take.”

A familiar clanking came from the doorway, and Zakia didn’t have to turn to know it was Din. The Mandalorian made his way to their table slowly, drawing Toro’s attention. The young man flicked off the puck, brown eyes annoyed due to the intrusion.

“Can I help you, Mando?”

Zakia bit her lip to keep from laughing. Din stared Toro down, probably thinking the same things she had about Calican. His beskar flashed threateningly as he adjusted his blaster holster.

“Unlikely.” The Mandalorian snarked.

Flashing her teeth in Toro’s direction, Zakia looked up at the Mandalorian. “Relax, honey. This nice guy thinks he has some work for us.”

Calican’s features pulled together in a frown, watching the beskar-clad warrior fold himself into the booth beside Zakia. She didn’t complain as he broke his normal pattern of behavior, spreading one gloved hand across her thigh. It was a clear show of dominance over the younger hunter, whom Din was clearly getting a rise out of .

“You know this guy?” Toro asked, dark eyes still lingering on Zakia.

“He’s my partner. Right, Mando?” Zakia pressed her chest into Mando’s side.

The affection wasn’t just out of character for the pair. It acted, in situations similar to the one they were in, as an intimidation tactic. A Mandalorian was intimidating enough, but one which allowed a woman to run with him chasing bounties meant to most that the woman was a threat as well. To a young bounty hunter such as Toro, their relationship served as a reminder about the difference in experience and understanding.

“What’s this job that you’ve proposed?” Din nodded his helmet towards the puck, one arm slung over the back of their booth.

Toro cleared his throat. “As I was saying, Shand’s last known positional data suggests she’s headed out beyond the Dune Sea. Should be an easy job.”

“Fennec Shand?” Mando question. He nudged the puck’s activator with a finger, and the assassin's picture sparked to life. Zakia could feel his gaze through the visor.

“That’s the one.”

The Mandalorian’s actions were a physical display of Zakia’s opinion. “Well, good luck with that.”

The blonde winked at Toro, “I’m not trying to get killed today.”

Though Zakia was certain she could outshoot Shand back in her glory days, she was not confident in her ability any longer. She could hardly look through a scope for ten minutes, let alone ten hours or a day as she used to before Din and her began working together. Shand had continued acting as an assassin her whole life, while Zakia had worked more bounties. Not to mention that Zakia wasn’t keen on dragging her past up for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past couple of cycles.

“Wait, wait, wait, hey. I thought you needed work?” Calican swung his legs sideways out of the booth, determined not to let the pair exit.

“How long with the Guild?” Din asked of Toro. Zakia raised her brow as she awaited an answer, hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Long enough.” Calican replied, though the darting of his eyes suggested otherwise. Zakia’s fingers moved to rub at her scar, a nervous habit she couldn’t seem to throw.

“Sure about that?” Zakia stepped back towards the table, one hand pointing in Toro’s direction. “Shand is one of the elites. I trained with her for many years before she broke off to work with different crime syndicates- namely, the Hutts. You’re a sweet kid, but take my word for it. If you go after her, you won’t be alive come sunrise.”

Zakia finished her previously abandoned drink, taking her leave from the tavern at once. She replaced her headwrap, squinting as the bright suns of Tatooine shone down onto her face. Not waiting for Mando to follow, Zakia made her way back to the repair bay, memories playing on loop in her brain.

“You’ve gotta pull when you exhale. Not vice versa.”

Zakia stood above the dark-haired woman who lay prone on the ground. A rifle was pressed into her shoulder, rebound muted by the pads she wore.

“You don’t have to repeat yourself, sunshine. I know.” Fennec turned to look up at the blonde. “I already have a job lined up, why do you feel the need to drill me like this?”

Zakia rolled her eyes. “You came to me because you were unfamiliar with the terrain. I’m just trying to help.”

“Well I don’t need help with the basics, Zakia. If you’re not going to help me-”

“Fennec, shut up. We’ve known each other forever and you’ve never acted like this. What is this job you’re so desperate to work?” Zakia asked, sitting cross legged on the ground.

“A bounty. A big one.” She relented, reloading the rifle. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“That makes me worry about it.” Zakia pressed. She adjusted her hair where it was tied up.”You’re not a Guild member.”

“I don’t need to be.” Shand exhaled and pulled the trigger. An explosion of their tannerite target indicated she was successful.

Zakia furrowed her brow. “You didn’t talk to Niyo, did you?”

“Why do you care?”

“He works for the Hutts!” Zakia exclaimed. “That’s not where you want to be, trust me!”

“You were trained to snipe by one of theirs. Don’t be a hypocrite, Zakia. I sought you out as a friend, don’t make me change that.” The threat was veiled, but still there.

“I didn’t work for them. Fennec, you can’t do this. The New Republic is closing in, and it’s only a matter of time before the syndicate is taken down. Then you’ll be wanted too.” Zakia tried to reason with her acquaintance, but the woman shook her head.

“You were always too soft, Zakia. You have the skills to be making more credits than any Guild member, yet you chose to stay there. I don’t understand.” Fennec sat up and folded the rifle stand.

“Guild work doesn’t put a price on my head.” Zakia returned. “And I don’t want to see one on yours.”

Shand shouldered her rifle and gave a tight smile. “Well it’s a shame. We would make a great team.”

Zakia shook her head. “Not for them.”

With her words hanging in the air, Fennec Shand walked away and left Zakia on the forest floor.

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maraudererasmut · 4 years

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Black and White (Part XIII)

Ring ring.

Remus opened one eye, glancing blearily at his phone on his nightstand.

1:06 a.m.

Letting out a groan, he rolled over to see who was calling. The number was blocked.

Ring ring.

"Fuck off," Remus grumbled at his phone, swatting at it. After the day he had, the last thing Remus needed was a random caller.

Ring ring.

Remus reached a hand out to attempt to silence his phone, accidentally knocking it off the nightstand in the process.

Shit.

Ring ring.

Remus closed his eyes, listening to the old theme song he had programmed as his ringtone, immensely regretting that decision. It was starting to get annoying.

Ring ring.

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Remus opened his eyes to the sun pouring through his open curtains. He groaned as he rolled over, blindly reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

A phone that wasn't there.

A phone that he had knocked off the nightstand last night.

With a frustrated moan, Remus reached down to the floor and pulled his phone from its cable.

6:30

One missed call.

Vague images of his room at midnight lilted through his mind as Remus recalled the unanswered phone call. He clicked the voicemail button and brought his phone to his ear.

"Hello Re— Mr. Lupin. This is Sirius. Black. The— the gallery owner. From Black and White. I'm… I'm calling to uh… talk to you. Of course I'm calling to talk to you. That was stupid. Why else would somebody call someone? People call people to talk…"

Sirius' accent was slightly different, less posh and more casual, his words slurred and mumbled. Remus briefly wondered if perhaps this was a different Sirius Black who also happened to own an art gallery.

"Anyway… uh… I'd… I'd like to talk. If that's okay. To you, that is. I talk all the time. I just… I'm not just going to talk to myself. Though… that might be what I'm doing now. James? James I'm basically just talking to myself! Is this right? I should hang up… try again…"

Remus grinned to himself, picturing an inebriated Sirius calling out to James and asking if he was leaving a voicemail properly.

"Anyway, I'm… I just… I should probably call again in the… the later. When the sun… is up. I'll talk to you later. What was I saying? I called you… why did I call you again?"

"Sirius, what are you doing?"

That was definitely James' voice in the distance.

"I'm calling Remus!"

"No! Sirius! Get off the phone!"

"But you said— "

"Get off the phone, Sirius!!"

"Okay, gotta go. Bye, Remus."

Remus pulled the phone away from his face, staring incredulously at his screen. If he hadn't heard it with his very own ears and held proof in his hands, he would never have believed that Sirius Black had left him a drunk voice message.

Chuckling under his breath, Remus played the message a second time, listening to the sound of Sirius' voice as he stumbled through his muddled thoughts. Remus quite liked this version of Sirius.

The artist's thumbs whizzed over the keys as he typed out a message. He headed to one of his blank canvases in the corner of his flat and began painting. He had a few hours before work, and he planned to make the most of it; maybe he'd be able to channel some of these emotions into something productive.

Eventually, Remus' phone chimed, pulling him out of the zone and away from his art.

Remus: Did you get him drunk last night?

James: oh god. what did he do??

Remus smirked at his phone, relishing in the humour of the situation. He was about to respond to James when his phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Did he actually call you last night?"

Remus couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer panic in James' voice.

"Yeah, but I was asleep. He did leave a voicemail, though. Do you want to hear it?"

"Shit… how bad is it?"

"Not that bad," Remus laughed, recalling Sirius' slurred speech and how relaxed he sounded for once. "He just said he wanted to talk and then… yammered a bit. He didn't really say anything of consequence."

"Right… okay… good. I'm sorry. I didn't know he'd call you. I should have stopped him…" James sounded worried. It was endearing.

"It's fine, James. Don't worry about it. It really wasn't that bad… though I suspect he's not going to be too happy when he remembers…"

"Yeah… here's hoping he doesn't."

Remus chuckled, brushing a loose curl from his eyes.

"Oh, I am never letting him live this down. Posh, arrogant Sirius Black leaving a drunken voicemail for an artist? He deserves to be embarrassed for a bit."

Remus heard James sigh on the other end of the line.

"Just… go easy on him, okay?"

"I'm only going to give him what he's owed…"

"Yeah… that's what I'm afraid of…" Remus and James laughed together for a moment before James continued. "Alright, I have to head out. Let me know how things go with Sirius, okay?"

"Yeah, for sure. And… uh… thanks again for uh… intervening yesterday. I'm… I'm sorry I brought you into this."

"No, no! Don't be sorry! Sirius needed someone to talk some sense into him. That's not your job, it's mine. I'm glad you called yesterday. Anyway… I'll see you around, Remus."

"Yeah, see ya. Bye, James."

"Bye!"

The line went dead and Remus returned to his painting, images of James and Sirius floating through this mind.

What had he gotten himself into?

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tombeane-blog · 3 years

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Warning: After Reading, You May Be As Crazy As Me

Crouching here in the corner of my deep underground bunker just west of Portland - eyes tightly closed, hands to me ears, moaning and murmuring because I am afflicted with a brain worm.

Instead of "It's A Small World" circling endlessly through my mind, it's a series of questions that won't go away and won't stop hammering and yammering endlessly. I think why my mind won't stop asking asking asking is mostly because no one in government or the medical community will ever answer answer answer.

My question worm began innocently enough when this all started about 18 months ago. Are we really all going to die? Who is most at risk? Shouldn't we be targeting something or someone?

And now here I am. Held hostage to my own mind. Questions have taken the place of the water in a drip drip drip Covid induced take on the Chinese Water Torture (Apologies Mr. Xi)

Here are the mind worms:

If masks work, why don't they work? If vaccines work, why don't they work?

Caused by these unanswered questions:

Early on, we were given daily front page headlines of a running tally of deaths. Why now do they only headline positive tests? Where is the tally of deaths per population, per age, per situation?

Why have the goal posts been repeatedly moved without anyone holding anyone accountable? Does anyone really remember the reasoning - "so we can flatten the curve"?

How did it start out as a medical support emergency and morph into a full blown free money, no eviction, inequality, no school standards, climate emergency?

Why does the media highlight positive tests of people who have taken the vaccine but they never highlight positive tests of people who religiously wore masks and social distanced?

If vaccinations, natural immunity social distancing and masks worked, why didn't they work?

Doesn't everyone have the same options if they feel at risk? Stay at home? Wear a mask? Wear two masks? Stay at home wearing two masks? Social distance? Get the vaccine? Just why are the vaccinated being restricted? Is it because the government doesn't trust it's own citizens? Or is it just the easy way out?

Why hasn't the media or the medical experts or the government ever even whispered about the death rate among people under the age of 20? 16? 12?

Why isn't co-morbidity highlighted in the death statistics?

What accounts for the similarity or difference in infection rates and deaths between heavily mandated states and lightly mandated states?

Why have none of these questions been addressed by federal, state and local governments as well as medical experts and school boards?

If you wear a mask and I have the vaccine who is endangered and who is protected? Why aren't we both protected?

Where are the studies and the data?

Lashing out in my pain, I now infect you with my mind worm.

If masks work, why don't they work? If vaccines work, why don't they work? If masks work, why don't they work? If vaccines work, why don't they work? If masks work, why don't they work? If vaccines work, why don't they work? If masks work, why don't they work? If vaccines work, why don't they work? (Picture is Circa 1950. No worms. No worries. No thoughts whatsoever) 📷

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Episode 1 of Sonic Prime aka Sonic the Hedgehog Runs Into Walls and Gets His Ass Kicked for Forty Entire Minutes.

Bonus memes feat. Episode 1:

and Episode 2:

#sonic prime #xi yammers #seriously give this poor guy a break he surely has brain damage by now #let him lie down and take a nap #maybe then he'll get his head on straight and start making actually GOOD decisions #instead of aimlessly running around like a headless chicken #sonic the hedgehog

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Dream hearted this random comment on the Minecraft Hostage Simulator video omgggggg. No wonder this man whumped his poor Minecraft OC within an inch of his very life, good grief.

#dreblr #minecraft hostage simulator #xi yammers #whump #imagine being this unhinged /pos #on the plus side i don't feel self-conscious about that angsty Minecraft Hostage Simulator fic I wrote anymore

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#XI Yammers #dreblr #dsmp dream #WE WIN THESE 🍾

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My dash, it did a thing.

#dreblr #xi yammers #day 604 of this man hurting me emotionally etc. etc.

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Alright, let's finish up season 1 of Sonic Prime As Told By Memes.

Episode 7

Episode 8

- The last 30 seconds of episode 8

#sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #xi yammers #dank memes #pour one out for Sonic and his brain cells everyone he has exponentially less now than he did at the start of ep 1 #but hey at least next season we might finally get more shadow!#one can only hope

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Okay, so while I may be shadowbanned on tumblr currently, I need to get this out there just for the record, because I have not seen a single other person in the Poppy Playtime community talking about this, and if it turns out any of my musings are right, I want to be able to point to this post and say I called it.

So. We know that the new character Dogday from the Smiling Critters line of toys will feature prominently in Chapter 3. In the accompanying cartoon show, he is described as the bright and energetic leader of the Critters, with a sun motif to contrast main antagonist Catnap’s moon motif.

However, the name "Dogday" is also a reference to “dog days,” which you might have heard in Florence + The Machine’s Dog Days Are Over. From this website right here:

“[The term “dog days” are a reference to] the Dog Star, Sirius. When it was closest to the Earth, all the animals would get languid and sleepy and when it moved away, they’d wake up. Sirius is the brightest star in Earth’s night sky. The term refers to the time when Sirius would appear in the sky just before the Sun which was believed to mark the beginning of the hottest days of the year somewhere in July. In other cases, this period was also associated with bad luck since the heat brought about thunderstorms and droughts.”

This potentially gives a ton of insight into where the devs might be taking Dogday’s character in chapter 3, and there are basically two different outcomes I can come up with right off the top of my head.

1) Dogday’s name is a clue as to his real nature. He is not an ally to the player, and even if he might not be working directly with Catnap, he will be hostile to the player. Catnap could have also possibly broken him due to the imprisonment and torture, and he might be doing Catnap’s bidding through direct or indirect control. Either way, he lives up to the original meaning of his name.

2) Dogday is a staunch ally to the player throughout the whole game, because his name is meant to be deeply ironic while also being a pun of a dog character being associated with the sun and daytime. It’s a similar way to how the name “Catnap” is both a pun and deeply ironic. A “catnap” is a brief, light sleep, like a power-nap. Catnap the character, however, puts people into long, deep sleeps. The character is also a cat associated with the moon and nighttime. So, with this logic, the meanings of their names fit the characters on the surface, but the deeper meanings are subverted.

Of the two theories, personally, I believe 2 is much more likely. Dogday has already been set up through context clues to be a foil for Catnap both thematically and narratively, and while yes, Mob Games could subvert that for shock value or because they have a different direction for the story to take in mind, I personally think it would be much more interesting if we had Dogday on our side during the entire chapter. For example, him “chasing” us through the Playcare in that brief clip in the trailer could easily be explained away by him simply following us around, like we’re escorting him somewhere. He doesn’t have to necessarily be chasing us down to murder us.

So yeah, them’s be my thoughts. Only time will tell if I’m right or not.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime dogday #dogday #poppy playtime meta #xi yammers #on a related note someone PLEASE do a PP animatic to Dog Days Are Over I will PAY you #i have nearly the whole thing planned out in my head #it'd be from Catnap's POV going through the Hour of Joy all the way through the events of Chapter 3 #though I guess depending on the happenings in that chapter my plans might go RIGHT out the window #still though it's fun to think about in the meantime #let's see if this shows up in the tags later if it doesn't i really am shadowbanned and I'll be contacting support AGAIN

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It absolutely kills me that all this time - all. this. time. - c!Dream was just trying to SAVE the entire server! All of them! Every single member! Even the ones he hated! He knew that if they kept on this path, everyone would die! Everyone would spend who knows how long just rotting in their own limbos, alone, forever, and he refused to accept that. There had to be another way; he needed to fix it, fix the server, make everyone immortal, reset the server so that everyone would be friends again, something, ANYTHING, because nothing else compared to that utter, crushing loneliness, not people seeing him as a villain, not torture, not death itself, nothing. It didn't matter what he suffered so long as they could all find peace and happiness and health again together in the future. No more death, no more pain. Just existing together in simpler times where they could be friends again and stop dividing themselves and stop fighting (oh, so much fighting).

And he was willing to utterly destroy himself if that's what it took to save them. To not be alone. To have the time to try and fix things. So he would play the part of the villain they all thought he was. They'd thank him later, when they finally understood. He would give them forever, and they’d see. Someday. And surely, surely, with time...with time... he could be someone who isn't the villain of everyone's story. He could just be himself again. That Dream who was lost and who so desperately wanted to be found.