#g: infamous second son

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Quarry - Chapter 11

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x f!reader

Summary: Din Djarin is on what he expects to be his last bounty hunt for Greef Karga. After all, Nevarro is swiftly moving away from its previous reputation as a Guild member’s paradise, and Din has more important concerns now, like finding a Jedi to train his mysterious foundling. However, after capturing a wanted starship engineer who would rather go anywhere other than “home,” the Mandalorian is forced to reassess his priorities.

Your taste of freedom had been brief but glorious. Now you are a prisoner of the most infamous bounty hunter in the Outer Rim – it’s only a matter of time before he turns you in. There isn’t much you would not do to keep from being sent home, but as you find yourself growing closer to your captor and his strange little companion, you start to wonder whether escape is really what you want.

Set after Chapter 13: The Jedi but before Chapter 14: The Tragedy.

Chapter Tags & Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Reader is Mando's live-in starship engineer, second-person POV, Din Djarin POV, no use of Y/N, minimal descriptors of reader character, unresolved sexual tension, pining, angst, Din speaks Mando'a

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True to his word, Mando returned to the ship – a scrawy Human male wearing a shattered pair of glasses, dirt-scuffed robes, and an impressive black eye in tow – just after midday the following day. Though the impassive visor of his helmet gave little away, you had spent enough time with him to be able to read his body language. The bounty hunter was exhausted.

He spared you only a brief nod of greeting when he spotted you waiting for him at the rear exit of the hold. His gait was slow and stiff as he ascended the gangplank, his limbs heavy as he wordlessly pressed the smaller man back into the carbonite freezer and slammed the control panel under his palm. When the gasses dissipated and revealed the matte gray carbonite outline of the unlucky quarry, you watched as he wrestled the slab out of the recessed wall unit and onto the storage rack, a task that normally wouldn’t even cause him to break a sweat now leaving him panting through his vocoder.

He took a moment then to wordlessly lean against a stack of cargo bins, catching his breath, and you offered him a small, close-lipped smile. “Rough one?” you asked, sympathetic.

Mando inclined his head in a gesture reminiscent of a nod. “Tired.” His voice crackled through his helmet dryly as though from disuse. Pointing vaguely in the direction of the newest addition to the carbonite rack, he added, “Finally found the son of a mudscuffer hiding out in some smuggling tunnels under the shipping district, right on the water. Barely put up a fight once I did, but I lost count of the number of smuggling parties I ran into while I was searching. Didn’t want to let me go after I’d seen their faces. Feel like I’ve been in one fight after another since I left.” He let his head drop back on his neck, rolling it from side to side, the low light of the cargo hold arcing across the dome of his helmet. “I’d almost have to call it clever, letting them wear me out like that. If he weren’t such a hu’tuun.”

“Are you hurt? Want me to get the med pack?” you offered, feeling your eyebrows drawing up in concern.

He shook his head minutely. In your mind, you pictured eyes falling closed behind the visor screen, muscles finally loosening, jaw finally unclenching, safe again within the durasteel hull of his ship. “I’m all right, gotabor’ika. Just need to rest,” he replied, and a now-familiar warmth settled in your stomach and bloomed in your cheeks at the sound of that word in his soft, gruff tone.

Buoyed by that warmth and before you could think better of it, you closed the narrow distance between you, reaching out and wrapping your fingers gently, carefully around the strap of his satchel.

You felt the bounty hunter’s body tense immediately beneath your touch. His helmet snapped forward to meet your gaze, his hand flying up to wrap firmly around the delicate joint of your wrist. The heat of him on your bare skin felt like a brand even through the well-worn leather. “What are you doing?” he rasped.

You swallowed thickly, pinned down by his stare. “Helping you rest,” you replied. Your voice was soft, no more than a thready whisper even to your own ears. “Relax. Let me take this for you.”

Mando simply stared for a moment with his hand still gripping your wrist, and as clearly as you felt you could see what was happening behind that helmet mere seconds ago, it now felt completely impenetrable. He held you there for a moment, then another, silent, seemingly studying you, but just as you were about to let go and pull back, he released his hold on you and nodded once.

The faintest smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his acquiescence. “Thank you,” you murmured, slipping the strap of his bag up and over his head. You set it off to the side, hanging the strap from the handle on the weapons locker, then crossed to the chiller and pulled a frosty canteen of fresh water and a ration bar out of its depths. “Here,” you added, passing them both into the bounty hunter’s hands. “Drink. Eat. ‘Fresher’s all yours if you want to clean up. I’ll go get us in the air, let you have some privacy.”

“The kid?” he asked. “What happened yesterday – ”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Napping.” You gestured over your shoulder toward the bunk, the sliding door shut across its entrance. “He woke up about an hour after we talked last night, starving but otherwise okay. He about cleaned out our stock of bantha jerky, but then it was like it…never happened.”

Mando nodded slowly, more to himself than to you. However, as you went to excuse yourself to the cockpit, certain that the conversation was over, he extended a hand toward you once more.

Catching his pointer and middle fingers in the pocket of your cargo pants, he tugged you toward him.

Heat slammed into you at the contact, the back of your neck abruptly damp with sweat, the apex of your thighs pulsing at the graceful ease with which he dragged you into his space. He said nothing, simply continued to stare at you, and you gasped and stammered helplessly in an attempt to fill the suddenly tense silence. It was…intimate, the way he held you in place, the way your knees knocked gently against his as he lounged back against the cargo bins, the way you could feel his eyes on your face even without being able to see them. The feeling made it difficult to breathe.

Before you could manage to utter a full sentence, the Mandalorian dropped his grip on your pocket and instead brought his fingers up to caress the loose tails of the embroidered scarf tied around your head.

He rubbed the cloth between his thumb and forefinger pensively. “You like it?” His voice was rough, gravelly, and warm, feeling almost private in the close atmosphere of the cargo hold. Your imagination immediately supplied the sensation of what that voice might sound like in the dark, hot and moist on your neck, behind your ear. You shivered at the thought.  

 You nodded, the motion causing your jaw to brush against the leather of his palm. “Very much,” you replied, trying desperately to keep your voice even, to keep from turning your cheek into his hand.

“I’m glad,” he confessed. “It suits you.”

You drew your lips between your teeth, embarrassed but biting back a pleased smile at the compliment. “Thank you.”

You stayed like that for a moment, keenly aware of the negligible gap between your bodies, the way Mando’s touch lingered on the fabric. If you didn’t know better, you would have said he seemed reluctant to release you, like he was prolonging the contact.

Perhaps he was, you considered. Surely it couldn’t all be in your head anymore, could it? The frequent, extended eye contact, the gentle affection in his voice when he spoke to you, the way he continued to defy any sense of your personal space… The kriffing scarf – sturdy and soft, delicate and durable, beautiful and immensely practical. Perfectly suited to your tastes even though you knew you had never shared them with him, now a permanent fixture in your daily wardrobe. You couldn’t be imagining all of that.

Could you?

You felt trapped, dragged in by the gravitational pull of the expanse of his shoulders, the breadth of his hands, the muscle of his thighs, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could continue to fight it. One day soon, you were going to succumb to the magnetism of his orbit. It was going to draw you down and strip you bare, leaving you open and vulnerable before him. On that day, when you finally collided with the irrepressible force of him, you wouldn’t be able to pretend you were just his nanny, just his engineer anymore.

The thought scared you more than you liked to admit.

“I-I should get up to the cockpit, let you settle back in,” you stuttered, your voice thin and breathless. “I don’t want to intrude.”

A soft, rasping huff, an almost-chuckle, crackled through the Mandalorian’s vocoder, and with one last, gentle tug on the tails of your scarf, he released you. You took the gesture for what it was and stepped back, suddenly in desperate need of some air.

“Always so sweet to me, gotabor’ika,” he replied. “Go ahead then. I’ll join you in a bit.”

Reaching for you one final time, he gently chuffed the backs of his knuckles against your chin, the gesture affectionate and almost…flirtatious? Your knees weakened at the touch, something not unlike hunger throbbing in your core.

Before you could do something truly foolish, you reached for the cold, steady durasteel of the ladder and practically threw yourself up it, taking the rungs two at a time. You had known Mando was dangerous from the moment you met him, but this kind of danger – a danger to your dignity, a danger to your sanity – you never expected.

___

Stars, but you were dangerous.

Every time Din thought he had finally managed to develop some semblance of control where you were concerned, all it took was a look, a smile, a gently-spoken word, and all that beskar-clad self-discipline went out the airlock. He had hoped that a few days away would be enough to reestablish a bit of space, a bit of restraint, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. He had no idea what to make of his own behavior, no idea who he thought he was touching you like that.

All he knew was that he had spent the last several days getting his ass kicked over and over and over again. He knew that he was tired, a bone-deep kind of tired that would normally have him staggering to his bunk and passing out the second his head hit the pillow. And he knew that he was weak – too weak to keep from basking in the ease and the calm of your presence, from languishing in the softness of the way you cared for him.

To say that Din was unaccustomed to such comfort would be an understatement, and yet you gave it so freely. He glanced down at the ration bar and the canteen in his hands, frosted on the edges from the cooler locker and dampening his gloves in rivulets of condensation. It was the smallest of gestures – greeting him at the door, relieving him of his bag, offering medical aid, food, water. Reassuring him of his foundling’s safety, easing his worries. You expected nothing from him in return, he knew. You simply knew what he needed, and you were happy to give it.

The trouble with that, of course, was that it never failed to make him want more. More of your time, more of your attention, more of your care. More of your sparkling laughter echoing through the hull of his ship, your tools scattered across the floor, your silhouette in his copilot chair with his child on your lap. More of your scent – warm and spiced like him, soft and feminine like you – clinging to his pillow like it was yours, like he was yours. Like you belonged there right next to him, tangled in his arms, Grogu in his little hammock right above you both.

Like you were a family, a clan of three.

Perilous things for a man like him to want.

As the number of tracking fobs in his pocket dwindled by the day, the bounty hunter grew painfully aware that the moment he had been putting off for so many months was quickly closing in. He only had a few quarries remaining, and when those dried up, Din knew that he would be out of excuses. It would finally be time to take Ahsoka’s recommendation seriously – it would be time to take Grogu to Tython. There, he would reach out with the Force and search for another Jedi to train him, to care for him. And then, if all went according to plan, it would be time to say good-bye.

With Grogu gone, would you leave, too?

His time playacting as a father was almost at an end. Why should he get to continue playacting as a riduur?

Din shook his head then as though to banish the sobering thought. Regardless of the ticking clock that was his time with his foundling, after these many months, you had more than earned his trust, and the story of Grogu’s past and how he came to be here was long overdue. You had seen it now – the things he could do, how special and powerful he was. You needed to understand what that meant and how important it was that he be kept safe until he could be reunited with his people.

He would share it all with you, and when you understood how finite your time was with him, Din could only hope that you would decide to stay.

___

The galaxy streaked past, arcing paths of white starlight and inky blackness illuminating the dim cockpit and backlighting the silhouette of the Mandalorian. In your favorite copilot’s chair, you sat with your legs crossed and folded up under you like a child, and in the weighted silence that stretched between you and the bounty hunter, you could have sworn you could hear your own mind racing, whirring and spinning and trying desperately to keep up with everything you had just learned.

Grogu was a Jedi. A Jedi.

When Mando had said it, you thought at first you had misunderstood. You hadn’t heard that word since you were a child, when your father had told you bedtime stories of an ancient order of magic-wielders who bore weapons made of light and kept peace across the cosmos. Like Mandalorians, they had existed to you only as legends, something far from your small, monotonous existence on Chardaan, more myth than reality. To know for certain now that not only were they as real as the man sitting in front of you, but that your sweet boy was one of the few that had survived their slaughter made your heart ache in your chest. You couldn’t begin to imagine how lonely it must have been for him – spending nearly 30 years in hiding, always on the run, everyone he had ever known and loved long gone. And then, of course, the hunting had begun.

Bile burned in your gut at the thought of it, caught somewhere between terror and rage. You pictured him with his wide, dark eyes, so small and frightened, tracked across the galaxy like a prey animal on the run. Even in the relatively short time since Mando had been in his life, Grogu had been chased, kidnapped, assaulted, and subjected to who-knows-what varieties of experiments and medical procedures.

How could I ever hurt him? You had asked Mando that question your very first day on the Crest, the first time you had held Grogu in your arms. You understood now what the bounty hunter had meant when he said that others had tried. It all made sense now. The Mandalorian’s hypervigilance when it came to the child’s safety when they were in port, his insistence on repairing the carbonite freezer, the way he had come to so deeply value the way you cared the foundling… You knew intimately what it felt like to live always looking over your shoulder, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always anticipating the next threat. You wouldn’t wish that experience on anyone.

You wondered if perhaps Grogu had sensed that in you when you first met. Maybe that kinship had been one of the reasons why the two of you bonded as quickly as you did.

And now he was leaving.

Not now, you knew, but soon, and just the thought of it was enough to make your throat swell shut. You felt choked by it, the grief of his inevitable departure like a looming specter you hadn’t known was there until moments ago but now couldn’t ignore if you tried. You had nearly lost him once before, when you had thought you were being returned to Chardaan, but at least then, you had known that he would be safe with Mando. You could picture them in the Razor Crest, hurtling through deep space with Grogu on the bounty hunter’s lap, secure and cared for – each of them the guardian of the other. If all went according to plan, this time, he would be in the care of a stranger in some unknown corner of the galaxy, perhaps not alone but not with you and certainly not with the man who had become like his father.  

Your heart was breaking already – for Grogu, for yourself, but also for Mando.

“I know that was a lot to take in,” the bounty hunter said, dragging you out of your thoughts. “I assume you have questions.”

You hesitantly drew your lower lip between your teeth. “Just one,” you admitted. Silent, he inclined his helmet in your direction, urging you to continue. “This temple you’re going to take him to, on Tython… How do you know it will work?”

If you didn’t know better, you would say there was something almost defensive in the way Mando folded his arms across his chest at that, but you couldn’t allow it to deter you. Perhaps he had already made up his mind, but if he thought that you were just going to step aside and allow Grogu to leave with some mysterious person you had never met without a fight, he had clearly underestimated you.  

“You and I both know that the Jedi were wiped out decades ago,” you continued. “The fact that you were able to find even one of them left alive is a miracle, and it sounds to me like she is sending you on a wild bantha chase on nothing but a hunch. Let’s say you get him there, you find these ancient temple ruins, Grogu sends out his little Force message…then what? How do you know there’s anyone on the other end to hear him? And for that matter, who’s to say that the person who hears him is someone you’d even want to train him?”

The Mandalorian appeared to consider you for a moment, his head cocked to the side in thought. “Ahsoka seemed to believe that she wasn’t the only surviving Jedi. I don’t think she would have suggested this if it wasn’t at least possible that there could be someone, somewhere, who is in tune enough with the Force to be able to sense Grogu reaching out.”

 “But could you trust them?” you pushed back. “He might not be completely helpless, but he is just a child. How could you know that he would be safe with them?”

The bounty hunter shook his head dismissively. “You haven’t seen what the Jedi can do. Fully trained, they make Grogu’s abilities look like child’s play. I…” He trailed off then, the low rasp of his voice sounding as though it was fighting past a lump in his throat. “I can’t imagine him being any safer than he would be with one of them.”

“Then why do you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?” You were starting to get heated now – you could feel it swelling in your chest, flushing your face, raising your voice. You had never fought with him before, not since the sass of your first day on board, but you were feeling dangerously close to it now. “Don’t bullshit me, you don’t believe that for a second.”

Rather than match your energy, however, he instead spun his chair back around to face the ship’s controls, seemingly determined to disengage entirely. “It doesn’t matter, my decision is made. I will find a Jedi, and Grogu will be reunited with his own kind.”

“His own kind?” you echoed, incredulous. “Who cares about his own kind? Mando, you’re like this – ”

“I’m not! I’m not his father,” Mando snapped. Your eyes widened at the sharp sound, his voice barking through his helmet modulator and crackling with the volume. It was the closest the stoic man had ever come to shouting at you, and to say it was disquieting would be an understatement.

You watched as his grip on the flight controls tightened. The leather of his gloves stretched taut and thin over his flexed knuckles, and he paused for a moment then, seeming to gather himself. When he spoke again, his words were careful and deliberate. “When I took him in, I swore that I would protect him, keep him safe from the people that hunted him, until I could bring him back to the Jedi. He isn’t… He’s not mine to keep.”

Your heart beat thickly in your chest, heavy against the inside of your ribcage. For once, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t see the Mandalorian’s face. In this moment, his measured words and his impassive visor might as well have been transparent. The idea of giving Grogu up was hurting him just as much as it was hurting you. He was fighting it, but you could see it in the tension in his broad shoulders, the strangling clutch of his hands.

“Why not?” you asked, your voice softening. “Why couldn’t you keep him? Anyone with eyes can see how much you love him.”

“It’s not enough.”

You scoffed a laugh, but there was nothing mirthful about it. “What are you talking about? It’s not enough that you love him? What more could you need? What more is there?”

You watched as his head dropped forward on his neck, as he stared into his lap. “You wouldn’t understand,” he growled, his jaw tight, grumbling through his teeth.

You couldn’t stop yourself from recoiling at that. Had the man slapped you across the face, it might have hurt less than those words. You had thought that by now you might have earned his trust, that he might have come to value your perspective. How many months had it been now that you had been sharing his ship, sharing his home? Not to mention your relationship with Grogu or the sweat and the labor and the love you had poured into the Crest.

Did he truly think so little of you, that you wouldn’t at least try to understand what was going on inside his head? He had to know you better than that.

“Oh, really? Try me.”

The venom of your words hung in the air for a moment, unchallenged. However, before long, Mando sighed through his vocoder, the sound sputtering and staticky, and spun back around in his chair to look at you once again. Something in him seemed to gentle and ease in the face of your biting challenge, and rather than severity, the way he leaned toward you read more like a plea.  

“In my culture…” he began haltingly, “if I were to adopt Grogu, if I recognized him as my son, I would be responsible for his training.”

“Okay. And what does that mean, exactly?”

“It means that, by Creed, I would be the one tasked with teaching him how to be a warrior. I would be the duty-bound to guide him in how to use his skills for his own survival and for the betterment of the Tribe.” Mando watched as you nodded, encouraging him to continue. “And sure, there are things I could teach him – I could teach him navigation, survival skills, how to wield weapons. I could teach him our histories, our songs, what it means to walk the Way of the Mandalore. But Grogu…”

The Mandalorian trailed off, shaking his head. His masked face fell into shadow as he broke your gaze and instead stared into his palms, flipped up against his thighs as though reaching for something.

“He possesses powers I could never hope to understand. The things he can do… they’re closer to magic to me than they are teachable skills. And he deserves more than that. He deserves the opportunity to live up to his potential and grow into everything he’s meant to be. Only a Jedi can give him that. I would just be…holding him back.” The deep, warm baritone of his voice grew thick with emotion, and you swore you could feel that voice scraping the depths of your soul, tugging at your heart. “How could I keep him, when I know that I could never give him what he needs?

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding and felt it tremble on its way out. A part of you felt somewhat vindicated that you had been right, he was grieving just as much as you were over this, but the rest of you just…hurt. “I suppose I never thought of it like that,” you confessed, voice small and tinged with remorse.

Mando glanced back up at you at that and replied, “If I were his buir, it would be my duty to think like that.” He allowed that statement to linger between you for an instant, allowing you to feel just a touch of shame at your assumptions, your vitriol. “You’re right, there’s no way to know if this will work. There’s no way to know if anyone will sense him or if they will even be able to train him if they do. But I have to try. I have to do right by him. I’m honor-bound by Creed to see this through. And it’s what he deserves.”

The Mandalorian perhaps had underestimated you, but you realized then that you had done the same to him. Mando was a man of honor, of principle. He loved Grogu deeply – no one who spent any time with the two of them could dispute that – but you felt a bit naïve now that you understood what that love meant.

Drawing your lower lip between your teeth in contrition, you found yourself nodding. “I understand. I just…I don’t want to lose him.”

Wordlessly, he rose to his feet, hovering over you in your copilot’s chair in a way that ought to have felt intimidating in the confined space but instead felt almost comforting. You liked being close to him, you realized; his proximity made you feel safe, looked after, even after having just argued. It was bittersweet then when he reached down and rested his palm on your shoulder, thick, warm, and heavy.

“This is the Way,” he said, a note of finality in his voice that made your chest ache.

He ran his thumb softly over the ball of your shoulder just once, and then he opened the cockpit blast doors, slipped out, and disappeared into the cargo hold.

___

Mando'a Translations:

hu'tuun - coward, the worst possible insult in Mando'a riduur - spouse, a gender-neutral term buir - parent, a gender-neutral term

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If you were a pilot of any gundam, which one would you choose/which one do you think you would be assigned?

So this question has 3 answers

1: which *gundam* I’d like to pilot? Gundam Flauros (Ryusei-Go) from Iron Blooded Orphans

It can turn into a crab!!!

2: which mobile suit? The zogok, my personal favorite of the abandoned California Base suits

3: which suit would I be assigned?

The short answer? I can’t know for sure

The long answer… mwahaha

So the answer can broken into 3 main components

1: what universe Im supposedly a pilot in (and when)

2: who i side with

3: how good of a pilot am I

I’ll answer 3 off the bat and answer everything else accordingly. I am a decent pilot at best. Not *the* best, but not terrible. I’d at least qualify as an Ace Pilot (5 kills)

So 1 is a fun one because gundam has… a lot of different universes

This is currently the most accurate chart, just imagine the Witch from Mercury in the corner by the PD timeline

So let’s go down the line

UC

Earth Federation

So starting in the OYW (One Year War), the Federation got mobile suits much later than Zeon did, so my options are severely limited, especially considering I’m not part of the White Base. I have 2 options

The GM and the Ball.

I pray to god I get the GM.

There’s also the Guncannon and Guntank Massed Production Types I could pilot if I’m lucky

However after the OYW, the feddies created the Titans, and went through an experimental phase, creating suit after suit like the Hazel and Wondwart

The Titans would also make suits like the Hizack, Asshimar, and Gaplant, all of which are good contenders for being piloted.

Then the Titans got cut out and their MS stopped being produced and were all sent to storage or scrapyards. However the Feds were far from finished. They took the GM and make countless upgrades, making the GM II and III, the Jegan, and the Jesta

Now this is about where my knowledge of the EFF ends so I’ll move on

The Republic of Zeon

Now Zeon has a much more varied history, and I will be including Neo Zeon suits when it applies

So to start, Zeon had the humble Zaku, which then became the Zaku II. Later the suit was upgrades into the Gouf prototypes. Those are likely the suits I’d get if I joined in the early OYW

Now mid OYW is a fun one because Zeon did a LOT with aquatic suits. If I’m lucky I could land a Gogg, Zock, Z’gok, Acguy, or even a Hy-Gogg, though probably not the Experimental Z’gok seen in 0080 War in the Pocket

Towards the end of the war, Zeon introduced the Gelgoog and Rick Doms, which became their new mass produced MS

Although after that, Zeon dissolved thanks to all of their leaders fucking dying (The Duke was killed by his son, who was killed by his sister, who was killed by Char Aznable. Dozle died gloriously in combat)

However, thanks to Haman, Zeon rose again as Neo Zeon, and their army of transformable Gazas. I’d rather pilot a Ball than a Gaza, so I think that demonstrates how bad the Gazas are.

But that’s not all Neo Zeon did, as they also produced several other suits for their regular MS corps. Suits like the Zssa (pronounced z-sah, all one syllable), which I would gladly pilot. Look at her, who wouldn’t?

And Neo Zeons most infamous mass production suit, the Döven Wolf. The half pint Psycho Gundam covered end to end in beam cannons, with detachable arms that can grab into enemy suits, or swing beam sabers. Oh also, it has a psycommu system, which meant Neo Zeon had some damn FAITH that all their soldiers are innate newtypes

They also had the Zaku III, but that was kinda Generals only

Anti Earth Union Group

Rick Dias, it’s kinda their only mass production suit

I've reached my photo limit, so I'll just start directing to the Gundam wiki

And that’s all my UC knowledge

G Gundam

I’ve still gotta finish this one, I’ll get back to you on this

Wing

SEED

AGE

X

These are series I have yet to actually watch, so I’ll get back to you here too

Iron-Blooded Orphans

Gjallerhorn

Gjallerhorn isn’t very creative with its soldier suits, so I’d be stuck with a Graze, either the space or land variant

Tekkadan

Despite being a bunch of kids, Tekkadan has a surprising variety in their suits. I obviously wouldn’t be getting any of their Gundam frames, but I’d likely end up running a Landman Rodi, or a Shiden

Shidens are technically Teiwaz suits but Tekkadan uses the a lot

Turbines

They have Hyakurens. That’s it. Naze seems like a nice guy tho

Witch From Mercury

So this just depends on 1.5 things, whether I'm a student at the academy and which company I'm repping.

If I rep Jertuk Heavy Machinery, I'll be using a Dilanza

Peil Technologies would give me a Zowort

and lastly Grassley Defense Systems would give me a Heindree or Beguir-Pente

If im out of the school however, that would be a Dilanza Sol from JHM, a Zowort Heavy from Peil, or a Heindree Sturm from GDS. Im not providing the links, they're just variants of the aforementioned suits.

And finally, the Desultor (thanks JHM) if I side with the Earthian terrorist organization/freedom fighters: The Dawn of Fold.

If anyone knows more than me in anything I *have* talked about, feel free to correct or add anything!

I will be adding addendums once I've finally watched or read that particular piece of gundam media

Hope this answered your question! :3

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Infamous Second Son OC: Juno Moore x Delsin Rowe

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It was supposed to be a simple task; take out the DUP agents guarding the hastily assembled holding cells, and break open the chainlink fence holding the suspected conduits hostage. Juno had heard the stories from Delsin of all the attempted arrests he had disrupted, the way he flew in with a dazzling display of smoke, knocked the guards out, and heroically freed the terrified hostages. Delsin had agreed with Juno that it was something she should be able to do with ease, and together, they had waited on a nearby rooftop until they saw their chance. Everything went according to plan, Delsin taking out the guards while Juno dismantled the cell lock. There were five people in the cell, including one young teenager with a hurt ankle. Juno’s fingers flew as she cut the lock with bolt cutters, helping the scared group flee. Delsin glanced over at Juno, warmth filling him as she reassured the suspected conduits, pointing them towards safe spaces with a smile and a gentle hand, and helping the teen to safety.

It was only when Delsin glimpsed the armored vehicle rounding the corner that the plan fell apart, the hulking metal vehicle catching sight of Juno and the teenager limping aside her. Delsin yelled out to Juno, warning her of the oncoming danger, telling her to get away, but he didn’t take into account the way the kid clung on to her, incapable of moving out of danger on their own. In a streak of burning embers, Delsin raced to Juno’s side, standing between her and the tank. He expected her to run to safety, let him handle the new enemy. What he didn’t expect was for her to raise her free arm, and aim her fingers towards the tank, or the way an opaque rainbow formed around her hand and jetted out at the tank’s turret in a splash of vibrant hues. Her fist closed with a sense of finality, and the substance hardened in the turret, rendering it completely useless.

Delsin turned to high five Juno for her quick thinking, but was confused as he saw her face screw up in pain, her body dropping to her knees slowly, so slowly. Delsin’s ears rang, the sound of blood rushing through them, the loud metallic firing of a gun echoing in his head. He barely registered the screaming of the teen that Juno had been helping, or that she limped away to safety. All he knew was the red blood pooling under Juno, the way her breathing was jagged, and the bullets peppering the area around them. Blindly, Delsin shot out exploding cinders towards the source of the bullets, only satisfied once the shooting ceased. Looking back towards Juno, he picked her up, and dashed to safety in a trail of smoke.

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Juno’s small body slumped against the dingy alley, one hand gripping her side. Her trembling fingers were slick with crimson as Delsin frantically pressed his hand over hers, warmth and light emanating as he tried to aid her slowly healing wounds. Juno’s brows furrowed as she winced sharply, but she gave an impish, albeit tired grin.

“Think I’ll have some kickass battle scars?”

Delsin’s only reply was an irritated sigh, and he continued healing the bleeding gunshot. She rested her head against the brick wall, letting her eyelids close as she focused on breathing intently through the pain. It wasn’t searing like fire anymore, but it throbbed with an intensity unlike any other she had felt before.

“It’s really not that serious, Del,” Juno mumbled, focusing on the way his fingers brushed gently over her side. “It was just a bullet, I’ll live.”

“Dammit, Juno, it—this isn’t a fucking joke!”

There was a simmering rage beneath his words that caught Juno off guard, and she immediately felt her brows raise with the sudden change in tone. Incredulous, she opened her eyes and stared at Delsin’s face, trying to read his sudden outburst, but he wouldn’t meet her gaze. He only glared at the spot where he was healing. Juno could feel irritation building as the silence grew between them.

“Oh that’s funny,” Juno snapped, “coming from the guy that throws himself at every fucking DUP agent in the entire city of Seattle and then laughs it off.”

Juno could feel her voice rising, and despite the healing aid Delsin gave to her, the pain was still there, clouding her thoughts.

“How many times have you been shot, huh? Tell me, Delsin, how many times? Because I don’t ever recall treating you like an asshole any time you got hurt.”

Juno hated how much her voice wavered, and she gritted her teeth, clenching her eyes shut. She hadn’t cried from the pain, and no way in hell was she going to let herself cry now. The warmth stopped, and she could feel Delsin remove his hands. He had done all he could do for her. The pain of the wound was manageable, her own body could manage the rest of the healing process. Footsteps told her that Delsin had gotten up and moved to the other side of the alley. Juno slowly got up, testing her footing, running her fingers over the area that had been gaping and bloody only a few minutes prior. Her shirt was shredded in the area, but she could fix it. Probably.

She glanced up at Delsin, who had his back turned to her, one hand resting on his waist, the other presumably massaging his temples. This was so unlike him, to be so off, so serious. Minutes passed, and he just stood there.

“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough that Juno could hear.

Delsin turned to face her, all anger gone from his face. He looked tired, scared. His eyes darted down to where Juno’s wound was, eyes softening at the sight of her fully healed skin. His hands clenched, then flexed, and he took a step towards Juno, slowly closing the gap.

“Juno, I’m sorry” he stammered, one hand gesturing as the other rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“I didn’t mean to be an asshole, I just—I thought that you—I’m so sorry…”

Delsin rambled on for a minute, tripping over his words and stumbling for exactly what it was he wanted to tell her, hands gesticulating in a way that caused Juno to relent and crack a smile.

“Fuck, Juno,” he murmured, gazing down at her in a way that extinguished any remaining hostility in her. His warm eyes darted down to her lips, and back up to hold her gaze. He stood in front of her, gently grabbing her smaller, blood stained hands, and took a deep breath.

“I thought that I was gonna lose you,” he softly spoke, thumbs rubbing gentle circles over her skin. He was so close to Juno now, lips a breadth away. So close, so easy to just jump. Juno didn’t realize she had been holding her breath.

“I love you, Juno. I fucking love you.”

And with those words, she jumped.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Headcanon time! Lightning round edition.

Jax and Sonya have several inside jokes between them.

G is Santa. (You have no way to prove me wrong.)

Lara has a tripwire in her room that immediately turns on high powered lights and uses one of the wires to string them hanging from the ceiling. Only members of Tartarus know not to step on it.

Liu Kang tells Kung Lao that he is proud of his skills. (He deserves some respect.)

The conduit crew visit Delsin in Salmon Bay and use guest rooms.

[willczek-art]

Smoke boyo

[jessaminekaldwin]

delsin + powers   ----------- for @frankbowers

[incorrectgundamwingquotes]

[after Duo is first taken in by the Sweepers]

Professor G: Go in there, and don’t touch anything.

Duo: I’m going to touch EVERYTHING.

[zyalahdoodles]

Just finished inFAMOUS Second Son (yes I know late to the party as always) and I loved it, Delsin Rowe is amazing and Reggie is my sweet salty son who deserved better. 

[burningvelvet]

Lord Byron defending himself and Percy and Mary Shelley from rumours spread by his literary enemy Robert Southey, 1818:

Lord Byron to John Cam Hobhouse, from Venice, 11 November 1818:

“[..] the first Canto of Don Juan [contains] a dedication in verse of a dozen to Bob Southey - bitter as necessary - I mean the dedication, I will tell you why. - The Son of a Bitch on his return from Switzerland two years ago - said that Shelley and I ‘had formed a League of Incest and practiced our precepts with &c.’ - he lied like a rascal - for they were not Sisters - one being Godwin's daughter by Mary Wollstanecraft - and the other the daughter of the present Mrs. G by a former husband. - The Attack contains no allusion to the cause - but - some good verses - and all political & poetical. - He lied in another sense - for there was no promiscuous intercourse - my commerce being limited to the carnal knowledge of the Miss C. - I had nothing to do with the offspring of Mary Wollstonecraft - which Mary was a former Love of Southey's - which might have taught him to respect the fame of her daughter.”

Lord Byron to John Murray, from Venice, 24 November 1818:

“Lord Lauderdale set off from hence twelve days ago, accompanied by a cargo of poesy directed to Mr. Hobhouse - all spick and span, and in MS. You will see what it is like. I have given it to Master Southey, and he shall have more before I have done with him. I understand the scoundrel said, on his return from Switzerland two years ago, that ‘Shelley and I were in a league of Incest, etc., etc.’ He is a burning liar! for the women to whom he alludes are not sisters - one being Godwin's daughter, by Mary Wollstonecraft, and the other daughter of the present (second) Mrs. G, by a former husband; and in the next place, if they had even been so, there was no promiscuous intercourse whatever.

You may make what I say here as public as you please - more particularly to Southey, whom I look upon, and will say as publicly, to be a dirty, lying rascal; and will prove it in ink - or in his blood, if I did not believe him to be too much of a poet to risk it. If he had forty reviews at his back - as he has the Quarterly - I would have at him in his scribbling capacity, now that he has begun with me; but I will do nothing underhand. Tell him what I say from me, and everyone else you please.

You will see what I have said if the parcel arrives safe. I understand Coleridge went about repeating Southey's lie with pleasure. I can believe it, for I had done him what is called a favour. I can understand Coleridge's abusing me, but how or why Southey - whom I had never obliged in any sort of way, or done him the remotest service - should go about fibbing and calumniating is more than I readily comprehend

Does he think to put me down with his canting - not being able to do so with his poetry? We will try the question. I have read his review of Hunt, where he attacked Shelley in an oblique and shabby manner. Does he know what that review has done? I will tell you. It has sold an edition of the Revolt of Islam, which, otherwise, nobody would have thought of reading, and few who read can understand - I for one.

Southey would have attacked me, too, there, if he durst, further than by hints about Hunt's friends in general; and some outcry about an ‘Epicurean system,’ carried on by men of the most opposite habits. tastes, and and opinions in life and poetry (I believe), that ever had their names in the same volume - Moore, Byron, Shelley, Hazlitt, Haydon, Leigh Hunt, Lamb - what resemblances do ye find among all or any of these men? and how could any sort of system or plan be carried on, or attempted amongst them? However, let Mr. Southey look to himself - since the wine is tapped, let him drink it.”

Byron and Southey’s rivalry was infamous. Two books have been written about it. Byron frequently parodied or ridiculed people in his poems and Southey was his top target, mainly because he was an easy target. He was the Poet Laureate, disliked Byron, became something of a moralist and royalist as he got older, and due to popularity he generally sided with the status quo Byron despised. From Wikipedia:

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Expect fics and art from the following fandoms:

Assassin's Creed

Crypt of the Necrodancer

Danganronpa

Deltarune

Detroit: Become Human

Dishonored

inFAMOUS Second Son

Kirby

Sky: Children of the Light

Street Fighter

Super Mario

Undertale

The Witcher 3

Yo-kai Watch

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Masterlist

What I write for: Fandoms/Characters 

Rules: rules/regulations

NSFW rules

Last updated: July 28th 2021

AVENGERS/MCU:

MULTI CHARACTER

3 + 1 (Male reader) - avengers

Summary: Three times Y/n saved the avengers, and one time they saved him

The best of us (Male reader) - avengers

Summary: Leading up to Y/n’s death

So, you and my son? (Male reader) - Peter Parker, Dad Steve Rogers

Summary: Peter Parker is dating Steve Rogers son

Can you keep a secret? (Male reader) - Bruce Banner, Dad Tony Stark

Summary: Bruce Banner and Y/n Stark are dating in secret, but how long does it take for the infamous Tony Stark to find out? 

Is this a threesome? (Male reader) - Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda and Y/n invite Steve into their relationship and show him the ropes to a polyamorous relationship.

And we were stars (Male reader) - Avengers

Summary: Y/n gives his life up to save his team, and all he can think about is the memories of his families that warm his heart.

Crack drabbles 2 3 (G/n reader)

Summary: Just small dribbles to get me writing every day

THOR:

The morning after (G/n reader) 

Summary: The morning after a saucy night with Thor

LOKI:

Icarus (Male reader)

Summary: Loki has hurt Y/n far too many times, much like the story of Icarus he was the sun, but would he too be his downfall?

BUCKY BARNES:

Spring (Male reader)

Summary: For Bucky It was love at first sight 

Best guy (FTM reader)

Summary: Y/n comes out to Bucky as a trans male.

That mouth (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Y/n and Bucky's relationship was a weird one, one second they hated each other and next they were kissing, even they were confused. (Top bucky)

PETER PARKER:

Hurt (G/n reader)

Summary: Peter gets hurt and Y/n loses it

To love a hero (Male reader)

Summary: Loving a hero is a painful and gut wrenching experience.

I’m sorry (Male reader)

Summary: Peter is a negligent boyfriend, and now he’s lost the one he loves. 

Heal (Male reader)

Summary: Y/n is hurt on a mission and doesn’t seem to care, but Peter does. 

Shifter (male reader)

Summary: Peter finds out Y/n's secret, that affects him greatly.

Sup Nerd (Male reader)

Summary: Peter meets Y/n, a librarian he can't help but fall in love with.

Survivor (G/n reader)

Summary: Peter's sibling is a little hard on him, but there's a reason for it.

Take care of you (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Peter gets hurt on patrol and things get heated (top Peter)

In the city (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Patrols slow, so Y/n and Peter decide to have some fun (top Peter)

STEVE ROGERS:

Home Pt. 2 (Male reader)

Summary: (Pre Serum) Steve had never been good with his feelings, turns out he wasn’t good at dealing with the realization that he was gay either.

Control (Son reader)

Summary: Y/n is Steve’s son and during Age of Ultron is under Wanda’s mind control. 

Who you are (Son reader)

Summary: Y/n Rogers had never come out to his dad, and now he kept making comments about getting a girlfriend, and the anger just kept building.

See you again (Son reader)

Summary: 5 years after being dusted Y/n is finally back, but he gives up his life instead of Tony

I hate you, I love you (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Steve supposedly hates Y/n, but unforeseen things bring them together (top Y/n)

WADE WILSON: 

Idiot (Male reader)

Summary: Wade has a habit of calling Y/n weird names

SCOTT LANG:

Accident (Male reader)

Summary: Scott’s boyfriend, who is still in the closet is accidentally outted. 

I love you (Male reader)

Summary: Late night ‘I love you’s’ are swapped between Scott and Y/n

BRUCE BANNER:

2 Geniuses in love (Male reader)

Summary: Bruce helps a long time friend come to terms with new and terrifying powers

STEPHEN STRANGE:

Mentor or More? (Male reader)

Summary: As the sorcerer supreme Stephen trained many, but Y/n was special and dear to his heart.

Fuckin jars (Male reader)

Summary: Y/n and Stephen share hand tremors and the two men that hate each other bond over the medical issue

Comfort you (Male reader)

Summary: After a difficult mission Stephen is there to comfort his boyfriend

TONY STARK:

Don't leave (Male reader)

Summary: Tony and Y/n are connected at the hip, but something comes up that could possibly break that connection.

Revelry (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Tony lives for the attention, especially his boyfriends (top y/n)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN: 

CONNOR (RK800):

Dating Connor HC’s (G/n Reader)

Summary: the title tbh

HANK ANDERSON: 

That’s my boyfriend (Male reader) 

Summary: Hanks coworkers meet the lieutenants famous boyfriend. 

HANNIBAL:

HANNIBAL LECTER: 

Complaisant (Male reader)

Summary: Y/n finds out about Hannibal’s past time activities

Prey (G/n reader)

Summary: Hannibal uses Y/n’s trauma against them during an argument

WILL GRAHAM: 

My pianist (G/n reader) 

Summary: The sound of Y/n playing piano chases his nightmares away 

THE WITCHER:

GERALT OF RIVIA: 

Befriending a Witcher (G/n reader) 

Summary: Y/n is a demon who happens to befriend the infamous white wolf 

RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE:

MULTI CHARACTER:

Overworking Hc's (G/n reader) - Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau

Summary: Y/n is a witch who tends to overwork themselves

Knowledgable Hc's (G/n reader) - RE8 Lords

Summary: The lords reacting to having a very knowledgable S/O

KARL HEISENBERG: 

Dating Karl HC’s (G/n reader) 

Summary: The title my dudes :) 

ETHAN WINTERS:

Dating Ethan HC’s (G/N reader)

Summary: Dating HC’s

Meant to be yours (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Ethan may not be able to go back to his old life, but at least he has Y/n (top y/n)

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter:

Jealousy (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Harry can get jealous, luckily Y/n likes getting a rise out of him (top Harry)

Ron Weasley:

Moving forward (Male reader) 18+

Summary: As long as Y/n is by his side, everything would be okay (top Ron)

Cedric Diggory:

Champion (Male reader) 18+

Summary: Parties can lead to drunken decisions, but some of those decisions are the best you can make (top Cedric)

[luvreyn]

My Manhwa (2021) List Part 16

Twilight Poem

Summary:

A hidden love story of a ghost princess who never loved anyone. General Jahyeon of Heeran Nation marries Soru, a ‘princess who sees ghosts’ by the king’s order. Jahyeon is cold to Soru, but he has the power to ward off ghosts, hence Soru wants to stay by his side. Soru is willing to sacrifice everything for Jahyeon, who is her only safe haven. Jahyeon is getting more and more concerned about Soru, but…

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ

- art = 6/5 

- i fell in love when i first saw the art ‘cause who wouldnt??!

- fl deserves everything good in life and it hurts me that she is being taken advantage of

- everyone can choke except for my fl

- like EVERYONE.

- the pace is nice

- the twist!! 

- also red hair can just go and so is his aid

- trigger warning for blood (a lot of blood)

- goblins!

- overall, recommending this one a lot bcuz it’s my one of my fave finds! 

I'll Raise You Well in This Life, Your Majesty!

Summary:

When Ellisa opens her eyes and sees her young son, Leon, staring at her with eyes full of love and concern, she realizes that, by some miracle, she’s been given a second chance. In her past life, she thought making Leon emperor was the only way to ensure his safety. But if she had known Leon had never wanted the crown, or that laying a crown soaked with the blood of his enemies and beloved ones at his feet would mean he would take his own life before her eyes, she would’ve found another way. In this life, Ellisa is determined to find a way that will ensure both Leon’s survival and happiness. This time, things will be different.

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ

- art = 5/5 clean and nice

- FINALLY IT’S A MOTHER’S TURN

- plot ?/5 for now ‘cause idk i’m just enjoying the moments

- the emperor is such a loser and an ass for treating his kids like that

- positive stepmother representation!

- WOMAN!!

- some paces can be hmmm

- M A G I C

- very excited how she’ll ruin the emperor!!

- conclusion, she is so badass! read if you want a mother and her kids story for a change 

Concubine Walkthrough

Summary:

At first, Yona gave some major side-eye to the popular game "Concubine Walkthrough" until she got sucked into it—literally! Now stuck as the villain, she has her hands full facing the infamously cruel king, shaking off scheming concubines, and befriending NPCs. There’s only one way the Game Master will let her out and that’s to become the Queen! Will she be able to stay true to her honest and straightforward self despite the palace’s intrigues? One extra problem: she’s got competition.

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ

- plot = 5/5 I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS

- *hitting myself for procrastinating on reading this*

- isekai with so many twists and turns you don’t know what’s about to happen

- mystery, action, drama, comedy all in one

- art = 4/5 very unique!

- ngl but i was just like ‘let’s get this over it’ when i started reading BUT it turns out to be very INTERESTING and GOOD!

- I love the main characters!

- Idk what’s gonna happen in a good way

- fl is strong and the allies she’ll make is *chefs kiss* WOMEN!!

- to conclude, highly recommending this one!

The Tyrant's Comfort Doll

Summary:

Legend has it that a man with black hair and red eyes will bring ruin to Den Helder's royal family. Because he was born with these features, Rayton is shunned by the palace as "the cursed one." When the vengeful prince stages a bloody coup detat years later, the powerless youngest princess, Setz, also dies by his sword. Little does Setz know that she's about to wake up in her body five years in the past-- but now that she has, it's her chance to get on Rayton's good side and turn her fate around. Cracking the prince's cold exterior is a challenge, but once she does, there seems to be no going back! As Rayton grows more and more attached to her, Setz is pulled deeper into the midst of the dark conspiracies brewing around the palace. Has the princess truly escaped death, or is she in more danger than ever before?

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ

- art = 3/5 it’s very simple but it’s so cute?? 

- plot = 3/5 so many twists that i’m not sure i’m gonna love (basing on spoilers)

- our fl deserves WAYYYY MORE TT__TT

- their memeable expressions hides serious traumas :((

- stop hurting the kids!!

- featuring an op magician amen

- fl is the most adorable of them all <3

- all the adults sucks (except for her maid)

- conclusion, this is a nice read!

Why Ophelia Couldn't Leave 

Summary:

When her mother remarries into the Arpad dukedom, Ophelia finds herself uprooted into the Arpad nobility. However, due to a tragic carriage accident, Ophelia's mother and stepfather suddenly lose their lives. Alexander, her stepbrother, urges her to stay in the Arpad household for the next three years. One day, Ophelia hears devastating news from an investigator that changes everything. "The deaths of the Duke and Duchess of Arpad that took place this very day, three years ago... were not accidental deaths, but murders."

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ

- art = 3/5 when they were young, it was good but the inconsistency just ... :(

- plot 4/5

- i love the twists!

- her mom is honestly so greedy and mad

- fl is smart and wicked 

- which i’m loving

- kinda dark because reasons so

- conclusion: an okay read <3

[maiikawriter]

DRAGON BALL:

-multi canon pairings (vegebul, Gochi, k18 and/or Hanvi)

Western: Gunslinging, banditry, prostitution, gambling, survival, and an ensemble cast. It's late 19th century in the old west, with all the violence and romanticism of the genre. All humans in a real world setting. (Link to series includes many oneshots)

Ship of Dreams: One ocean liner. Two-thousand passengers. Seven-hundred survivors.

A Titanic-inspired AU

The School Across the Lake (Mature): Two schools sit on opposite banks of a lake, housing high school students who crave some interaction with the opposite sex. Frustrated and rebellious, the teens work with their friends to find a way to meet the kids from the other school, just across the lake. Humorous situations ensue. Rated T for language and mild sexual content.

Ghostly Tales of Dragon Ball: Short Halloween series for lovers of classic horror stories, and of Dragonball Z. Brief A/U one-shots, each a different scenario, each inspired by terrifying creatures, with a Dragonball spin. Not written to be overly grotesque, only descriptive to draw the reader into the fear of the situation. Each tale features a canon DBZ couple. (V/B, G/CC, Gh/V, K/18)

-Gochi

The Broken Tub (Mature in second part): post-Buu scene following the infamous breaking out of the tub

Scattered Pictures: (Mature) Real world A/U. They were naive teenagers when they married. She had the picture perfect family in mind, while he was a free spirit who was only able to focus on doing what he loved. Now, after two children, heartache, and subsequent years of separation, they might have a second chance. [Gochi] G/CC

Firsts (twitter thread)

Goku’s Test: Goku can run. Goku can fly. Goku can ride the Nimbus cloud. Goku can IT. Now his wife wants him to drive. There's only one thing standing in his way, and Chi-Chi is going to help him through it. Android saga one shot

For Her Father, For Her Country: The attack of the Red Ribbon Army on China forced the emperor to call a man from each Chinese family to battle. Facing the impossible choice of watching her aging father leave for certain death in battle, or facing peril herself by illegally taking his place, Chi-Chi joined a camp under leadership of the handsome Captain Son with an unlikely ally by her side. Mulan-inspired au.

Get to Work (coffee shop AU)

Cruel Love: Having succeeded in his mission of destroying life on Earth, Kakarot was shocked to learn upon his return to Vegeta that some did not believe his mission to be completed. Years later on a foreign planet, the third class Saiyan was hit with a surprise he didn't think possible. Bad as it seemed, it could be just the opportunity he needed for redemption in the eyes of his fellow Saiyans. However, the Earthling survivors crossing his path had plans of their own. Chi-Chi would not let the Saiyan get in her way when she and her friends were finally closing in on the thing they'd been chasing since the destruction of their planet and near-extinction of their race.

Moment of Selfishness (Mature companion to Cruel Love): In a universe where Earth was destroyed by the Saiyan sent for the job, an Earthling woman living a very different life encounters the man who changed her fate. The unexpected happens between them when no identities are exchanged. One-shot

Try That Again: Goku doesn’t listen too well. But they’re in bed, it’s late, and Chi-Chi is well-versed in giving second chances.

The Villain Who Saved the Earth (for Her): Kakarot has no problem doing what he came to Earth to do while he waits for word from his home planet.

At least, he doesn’t until someone else comes along to finish the job for him and he realizes battling a certain Earthling means more to him than he realized.

Her Eyes Give Her Away: An excerpt from Scattered Pictures, written from Goku's point of view. Even if you've never read Scattered Pictures, you should be able to read and follow this, though there are minor details that relate to earlier parts of the story. I've talked about doing a mirror fic for Scattered Pictures and used a prompt from the 2017 Gochi Week event to write one scene from that potential fic. For those of you unfamiliar with the story, Scattered Pictures is a divorce A/U taking place in the real world, about Goku and Chi-Chi, written completely from Chi-Chi's perspective. Here, you're getting a taste of what was going through Goku's head at the time of this scene (chapter 14 in Scattered Pictures).

When You Know: How soon is too soon?

If the right person comes along, never.

•college AU gochi•

Realizations: Gochi week 2023 prompts as 100-word romantic drabbles

-Marten

On This Day: This day would be absolutely perfect - Goten and Marron’s wedding day

-no ships

It’s Coming: Piccolo could run from what was coming for him, but he couldn't escape it. Preparing for the arrival of the Saiyans after Goku's death was stressful. More stressful than he consciously realized.

In Pursuit of Vengeance: Raditz took a different approach when meeting Goku, resulting in a successful retrieval of his brother. Goku's introduction to the planetary trade sparked a change as the third class Saiyan's presence stirred up trouble the Saiyans, Frieza and his men didn't see coming, leading to a much different Dragon Ball story.

My Gohan: A one-shot for one of DBZ's most misunderstood mother-son relationships. Inspired by a touching classic children's book.

-vegebul, Bulla/oc

Meet the Saiyans: He won the heart of the lovely Bra Brief. He felt nothing could have been a greater feat; not until he flew to West City with her for her brother's wedding. The strange group of people that Bra called family were disconcerting. But it seemed winning over her father's approval would be the greatest challenge of all. This story takes place in the DB universe, not acknowledging GT.

Art:

-Gochi

Warm, Coffee & a Sweater

Heavenly hug

Anniversary art

Butterflies

Wordless Communication

Kiss

Game of Thrones AU scene

-no ships

EoZ Son Family

Father’s Day

Napping Goten

-K18

Headrest

-Multiship

Ship meme

[mango-bango-bby]

♡ Family ♡

Thank you to @bigbonesbiggerheart​ for helping me release not everything I write has to be a request, so I wrote this. Inspired by this image.

(⚠️Warning: Slight violence and slight descriptions of burns⚠️) Tabiki looks around at the crowds of people around him. He moves through the crowded street trying to find you or his father. He had gotten distracted by a TV in a store window. The TV had fire on it so of course he had to stop and watch! Tabiki knows that his father, Dabi, isn’t going to be happy he ran off and he’ll probably ground him, but Tabiki doesn’t care about that, right now. He’s trying to find you and his dad.

Tabiki wouldn’t admit it but he was scared. He’s never been in public without holding hands with both you. The world is large, especially for a five year old. Takibi continues moving around the people searching for his parents. Tabiki continues walking, the street practically empty now.

Tabiki nearly falls to the ground, as someone walks straight into him. Looking up Tabiki sees at large man with a flaming beard. “Watch where you’re going, kid” The man say, gruffly, only continuing to walk down the now empty street.

“You watch where you’re going, old man!” Tabiki yells in response, standing up, dusting  the dirt off of the sweater you had knitted him. Dabi always tells him to stand up for himself! So obviously he takes his father’s advice. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” The man turns around, sharp eyes staring the boy down.

Endeavor turns around towards the small boy who yelled at him. How dare he?! Does he know who he is?! Turning around he’s met with the spitting image of his eldest child, as a young boy. He had to be hallucinating. This kid looked exactly like Touya.

“I said, watch where you’re going, old man!” Tabiki yells again, this time with more force. His words slightly slurred by his missing tooth. Nope, Endeavor definitely wasn’t hallucinating. Who the hell was this kid? Endeavor wasn’t expecting to practically meet a young Touya.

Tabiki steps back slightly at the gaze Endeavor is giving him. Tabiki tries to keep up a brave face; despite being intimidated and frankly scared as Endeavor moves closer. “What game are you playing at?” Endeavor asks dangerously, leaning down slightly, eyes still fixed on Tabiki’s sharp turquoise eyes.

This had to be some kind of villains trick. Meeting a younger version of his eldest son? Only two weeks after finding out that he had become such an infamous villain? This was a trick, maybe even an ambush. “Answer me” Endeavor grabs the arm of the now visibly frightened boy.

“G-Get away from me!” Tabiki yells, Endeavors hand slightly burning Tabiki’s arm. Tabiki now, isn’t trying to keep a brave face. He tries to get Endeavors hand off of his arm before using his quirk. Tabiki keeps struggling, calling out for you and Dabi to come save him.

“Tabiki!” Your voice echoes from a short distance. In one a second, Tabiki can see your figure running towards him. Tabiki moves his hand blasting Endeavor in the face with a wave of blue flames.

Endeavor removes his hand, at the large amount of hot fire spreading across his face. Tabiki stumbling, before catching his balance. “Mommy!” He cries, trying to run, before tripping over his shoelaces.

You fall to the ground, scrapping your knees in the process, but that’s the last of your concerns right now. Scooping your son into your arms, him now crying against your chest. You’re gaze is fixed on the number one hero in front of you. You know what he’s capable of, from what Dabi’s told you about him, you can tell he’s an abusive asshole.

Endeavor recognizes you as the woman who went missing almost six years ago. He’s broken out of his thoughts by a scarred arm wrapping around his neck from behind, the arm searing his neck as well as keeping him from breathing.

“Leave my kid and my girl, the fuck alone” Dabi growls, eyes wild and smoke pouring out from the gaps between his staples. He’s not going to kill him today, he has to take care of his son and your injuries.

(Part Two: possibly coming soon 👀)

[josefavomjaaga]

How to wean a king

Part of a long letter, written on June 7, 1812, by Doctor Corvisart, premier médecin at Napoleon’s court, to the infamous Duchesse de Montebello, Louise Lannes, about how much effort it cost him to see his authority respected by Madame de Montesquiou, head governess of Napoleon’s son.

Madame la Duchesse,

I will not let Isabey go without charging him with a word for you; and, though you have ordered him to see your children before he leaves, you will please not think it amiss if I tell you that they were all in perfect health when I had the pleasure of dining with them last Wednesday; so were all your family and your grandparents. Therefore, Madam, you may continue to follow your vagabond inclinations, go round the world, excel in the most excellent courts, and return at God's pleasure.

All the news, moreover, attests to the fact that Her Majesty the Empress is in excellent health; I believe this as much as I desire it: if one could consider, amongst all the symptoms which constitute it, the assurance of pregnancy, what wishes would be fulfilled. I think I can, without any impropriety, Madame la Duchesse, ask you to kindly offer Her Majesty the homage of my respect and my complete devotion.

Finally, Madam, you may announce to Her Majesty that the King of Rome is completely weaned: since and including last Wednesday (3 June), he has ceased to see his nurse, and consequently to suckle. I think he is all the better for it. I saw him yesterday. He is cheerful, drinking, eating and sleeping wonderfully and his teeth are growing.

The story of this weaning is rather piquant, and if you promise me, by oath, not to speak of it, even to Her Majesty, I will sketch it out for you.

The very morning of the day the Emperor left, he pushed me vigorously in the presence of the Prince of Neufchatel on the subject of weaning and ordered me to do everything I thought appropriate on this subject, under my responsibility. You know that the Moniteur of the next day announced that the king would be weaned at the end of May.

I went to Meudon on the following Wednesday; I informed Mme la Gouvernante of the unrestricted authorisation given to me by the Emperor, and, after discussing it with Messrs Bourdois, Auvity and Dubois (the first two not having a very clear opinion), I spoke of weaning the child. Mme la G... did not want to consent to this before writing to the Emperor. I explained to her in vain that His Majesty had given me the most formal and extensive authorisation; she did not want to go beyond that; I had to wait.

Here, it should be known that I learned indirectly that Mme la G... had made Messrs Bourdois and Auvity sign her opinion concerning the weaning of the King; they drew it up and signed it without informing me in any way. I have no doubt that Mme la G... must have strengthened her letter to the Emperor with the support of these signatures, undoubtedly in order to contrast the opinion of these gentlemen and thus delay the weaning. I made some trips to Meudon; I asked if the reply of His Majesty had arrived, and I was answered that it had not. I repeated a second time the absolute authorisation which I had received from the Emperor, that I was believable on my word; I had to wait.

I was not, as you can well imagine, Madame, without reluctance to see that no credence was given to what I was saying, and that they were trying, by gaining time, and by what I would almost dare to call deceptive tactics, to abort the execution of the weaning at the time I had proposed. What could be done? Wait for the Emperor's reply.

Finally, on Friday 29 May, on my way home in the evening, I received a note from Mme la G... (she had not signed it), in which she informed me that she had just received His Majesty's reply and that all the obstacles to weaning had been removed.

OBSTACLES! Weigh this word carefully, Madame, and, according to the facts I have just outlined, where did these obstacles come from?

I would observe, moreover, that Mme la G... does not give me the extract from the Emperor's letter concerning me in relation to weaning; I have had, in all this, as you see, only the strictest of essentials, still, still...

Finally, I went the following Wednesday to Meudon; I asked the opinion of these gentlemen, whose will the Emperor allowed me to do without; I asked them if, on their honour and in their soul and conscience, the king could be weaned without inconvenience and without delay? They said YES. We returned to the King's apartment; I decided on the weaning which they wanted to postpone for a few more days, I did not consent to it and they weaned. You know the rest. I will make no comment on this account, Madame la Duchesse; you are quite sure that it contains the exact truth, because you know my probity and my loyalty well. I will tell you only one thing, that the air of the court alters my physical and moral health, and that I would like to be away from it for ever, for half my fortune. Your trust, for you, for your children, for your family, my conscience and my honour, which are well known to you, is the only relief for so many tribulations. In any case, keep this history secret from me, for I have no draft of it and the facts will surely escape my memory [...]

What I love best is how Napoleon, clearly wishing to get the weaning done, instead of talking about it to the governess - who he probably knew would oppose him - sends old Corvisart into that battle 😁. (And Berthier is probably there for backup.)

The King of Rome was 14 months old, btw.