#;headcanon the senator

[southern-belle-outcasts]

27. Does your muse pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain? {Padme}

@brooklynislandgirl

Lots of both, she doesn’t like the taste of plain. She’s been able to indulge all her life, and while she is aware that’s a privilege, she much prefers her warm drinks creamy and sweet. Mind you if none is available, she will still accept and drink without any show of distaste, she is not without manners.

[peterparkersnose]

Sucks to Suck

pairing: Din Djarin x senator!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: near death experience, sexual references, sexual thots, not smut but sensual i guess?, alcohol consumption and drunk reader, respect of consent, SEXUAL TENSION and description of weaponds and snakes, tiny bit of body dysmorphia, swearing, takes place in between S2 of the Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett

The Mandalorian Airs Tomorrow!

a/n you guys see my padme reference there? huh? enjoy the tension the not angst but angst i loved writing this (it is 1am help i started writing this at 10pm) the sighing gif is literally din giving into his intrusive thoughts this whole story it was too perfect not to use (also i make up star wars planets lmao wut) my favorite mandalorian fic of mine besides secret

summary Din is Senator Y/N’s bodyguard and helps her after an attack

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The Mandalorian your father hired to protect you while you were visiting planet Elaeia was less than ideal.

The same one who also came back to accompany you to a senate meet where there was a threat made against your life.

And the same one that followed you around your whole beach vacation.

Somehow he turned in to an on call babysitter for you. Every time you saw him waiting outside your ship you began to loathe the trip. And soon, he began to show up around your house. Didn’t your father trust you? You were way past the age for need of a babysitter. You were a young adult, you could be the babysitter. And you were a damn senator. But as always, you sucked it up and tried to make the best of the situation.

“Don’t you ever get tired of the suit?” you asked, trudging up the stairs of your luxury apartment you rented for the week.

“Never.” Din lied. He couldn’t count the countless times he had wanted to rip it off and spent a night with you. Chills sent down his spine as he tried to think of something different to ease himself into the long week ahead.

But you were work. Your powerful father was paying him more than any bounty could. He needed the credits more than he needed you, right?

“What do you wear under there anyways?”

He hesitated to answer. “Clothes.”

“Really?” you asked sarcastically.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he muttered, almost barely enough for you to hear.

“Where are you going to crash tonight?” you asked him, placing your bag on the ottoman in front of your bed. “Not tired,” he lied again. The way he wanted to hold you in that comfortable bed was-

He had to stop his thoughts there.

“What time is it?” you asked him. “Around 7.”

“Shit! I’m going to be late.” you panicked. “I’m sorry, I thought we had some time to rest.” you apologized, knowing Din was exhausted from the trip.

The dress that was already hung in the closet for you was what you were going to wear to the banquet tonight. Without even caring, you opened your bag and pulled out the bra you were going to wear for the night. Without hesitation, Din stepped out of the room. Not today.

The dress was a deep blue and was form fitted. It jutted out at the bottom, complimenting your shape. It had long sleeves and a low neckline where your necklace was going to rest that night. You tied your hair up into a large bun with a braid around the base.

“Your train is here…” Din said, stepping in the room carefully. “Thank you. Wait- Mando?”

His heart skipped a beat when you said his nickname. You had known his name for a while, but he still enjoyed it when you called him Mando. Din was stunned at how you looked. I mean, you always looked good. But he could imagine standing next to you at the banquet in a suit, your arm draped over his and a ring on your finger.

The armor didn’t exist in that world.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Can you get this for me?” you asked, handing him the necklace you were going to wear that night. It was gold. Large and resembled tree roots. It was to sit along your chest and clip under your breasts along with behind your neck to stay put.

He handled the necklace carefully. His arms reached up and placed the necklace in front of you as his fingers trailed up the back to clasp the neck clasp.

“Dank farrik,” he sighed. His gloves were in the way of handling the tiny clasp. “Hold it for a second,” he told you. Din sighed as he made the decision. He slowly slipped off each glove and set them down on the bed.

You seemed to tense when his hands brushed your shoulders. You turned your head and saw his gloves sitting at the edge of your bed. The skin was cold and his hands were surprisingly soft.

Din hadn’t touched a woman with his bare hands well… ever. Sure he had brought in bounties who could identify as female. But nobody as elegant and beautiful as you. He would never forget the oddly intimate encounter.

“Thank you,” you said smoothly, adjusting the necklace around your ribcage. “You could call this more of a corset,” you huffed, smiling as you caught a glimpse of his skin as he slipped his gloves back on.

Standing in the mirror, you struggled getting the bottom clasp closed. You turned your body, trying to see if you had gained a bit of weight since you last wore this piece.

“Din,” you called sweetly, almost with a bit of song in your voice. He turned around on his heel as you saw from the mirror and it made you smile. “Yes?” he asked in the same tone you called him.

The way you called for him made him think about one of the rare memories he had of his parents. How one called out to the other. It was a brief moment but gave him deja vu when he heard you speak his name. Speak his name like a wife would call to her husband.

“It won’t-”

The sigh from his modulator was hard to miss.

“Can you help?” you asked, eyes looking up into his viser.

“I’ll hold them, don’t worry.” you smiled, your hands branching down lifting up your breasts.

Under the mask his eyes widened at the comment.

Din got down on his knees to try to get a better angle of the clasp. No other reason. He tried his best to focus on the clip but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you held yourself. Thank the gods for the viser, or he would have died of embarrassment.

“How’s it going?” you asked him. You could feel him struggling again with the gloves.

“What if I…”

You attempted to hold your breasts with one arm and had the other hand come down to help him, but the plan failed. Your boobs folded over on his hands without fail.

His hands quickly retreated from your ribcage. You noticed the stress in his demeanor, his breathing quickened.

You thought he was upset with you. Possibly disrespecting his creed, you felt horrible. Guilt knit tightly in your stomach as you knew you were going to think about this event the whole night. The embarrassment was enough for a lifetime.

Din couldn’t care less about his creed at the moment. He had never felt boobs before.

“Oh god! I am so sorry,” you said in horror.

“I can have someone at the banquet do it, let’s just forget-”

You were silenced by the sound of his gloves hitting the ground. Once again, his hands were at your service.

“Let’s get this done. We’re going to be late.” he said.

Grabbing the chain once again, he clasped it on the first try.

He escorted you to the train silently. He held one of your hands in his. The other hand held his pair of gloves.

Din hadn’t even notice you grabbed his hand. And to be honest, you didn’t really either. It was an instinct. Trains always freaked you out and he knew that. The gap between the ground and the train car, the speed they went at. Commercial trains were filled with unsuspecting people. Thankfully, the banquet event sent out personal trains for some of the local senators.

Finally you only noticed when he pulled away to put his gloves back on as you pulled closer to the event.

Had he really been holding your hand the whole time?

Meanwhile back at the apartment you had rented, you expected it to be empty. There was no need for a guard, you had only just arrived. Your location to be revealed to possible rebels wasn’t likely, you were stationed there for only a short time. A guard would follow you home along with Din.

You knew Din was capable of protecting you, he had every time. Something about a man in armor killing in your name just did something to you. But the uncertainty of almost everything about him made you push that idea to the back of your mind. And anyways, you were bound to marry for a political reason some day. It was coming eventually you assumed. Dates were never nearly as exciting as an adventure with Din.

The guard honestly was a joke at this point. It gave your advisors a piece of mind though, so you allowed it.

The seemingly empty apartment was carefully broken into. The sliding glass door from the balcony was opened, no fingerprints left and promptly shut as the rebel left.

Poisonous snakes were left slithering in your sheets.

It was something you would later recognize as a similar thing had happened to a senator many years ago. Poisonous bugs left to crawl in her bed.

Din walked you off the train platform and back to your apartment as quickly as he could. You, on the other hand, we’re being difficult.

“Don’t you ever take vacations?” you asked him, barely able to stand upright. He ignored your strange drunken question and kept holding on to you. “You didn’t answer meee!” you yelled, breaking free from his grasp and raising your hands to the air. The mist had accumulated from the oncoming storm.

“No. I don’t.” he sighed, grabbing your arm gently and guiding you back to the lobby with a hand placed on your lower back.

“Din,” you slurred, holding on to his armor in the elevator. Your fingers marched up his beskar chest plate as you asked him this.

“You ever had a girlfriend before?”

He blinked furiously under his helmet. What the fuck?

“Y/N, let’s get you to bed. Hm?”

“But Dinnn,”

“Come on,” he sighed, placing his hand on your back. The guard was stationed at the door. Din gave him a nod.

“I’m not sleepy!” you insisted, angered that you were being forced to end this wonderful night.

Din threw his gloves on the kitchen counter. He was getting sick of the things. After all these years in gloves, his hands never felt as uncomfortable and sweaty as they did that night.

“Here,” he sighed, steadying you by the shoulder and unclasping the clasp by your neck. The heavy necklace seemed to fall off yourself, only slightly catching at the waist.

“Thank you mister.” you said, letting it drop to the floor with a shake of your hips. Along with that you left your heels.

He saw you face dive into your bed and chuckled a bit as he was picking up after you. That necklace was probably worth more than the beskar he was wearing.

Din eyed up the couch, exhausted after watching you all night. He stood in the balcony of the event and watched you drink yourself almost to the point of embarrassment until he decided it was time for you to return home.

He had just began to settle in when he heard you scream.

It wasn’t like he had heard you scream before. He was used to all the rage screams when an article came out portraying you negatively. He was used to all the screams over the phone with your friends. He was used to the muffled screams he heard as he hid in his quarters when you would have dates over and prayed it would end.

But he would never forget this one.

He knocked over the vase on the coffee table, but didn’t really care.

The prolonged scream attracted the interest of the guard who busted in, spear ready.

Din had made it in the room first. He drew his blaster watched as you simultaneously chucked a snake in his direction. His blaster shot, killing the thing.

“Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing you immediately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his armor.

The guard ripped back the sheets and found three more slithering in the sheets. The sight of that made you shriek more.

Din’s hand ran across the back of your head. His fingers hadn’t felt hair like that in forever. His own locks didn’t match up to your softness.

The guard removed each snake and silently killed them.

“Cardillian Greybecks,” the guard sighed, now bagging the snake carcasses. “I’m going to bring these down to the base, are you two all right alone or should I call someone?”

“We’re fine.” Din said sternly, praying for the man to leave.

He calmed you enough to sit you back down on the edge of the bed. “Everything is okay. No more snakes, see?” he says, shaking out a blanket.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your hand running down the side of your leg. “You alright?” Din asked, shaking out the pillows just in case.

“I must have scratched my leg in the scuffle, it really fucking hurts.” you slurred, rubbing the side of your leg. Of course the alcohol was still there.

“Oh gods,” Din sighed, asking for your leg immediately. Laying back against the bed, you lifted your right leg in the air for him to inspect. If he wasn’t so worried he would have thought the pose was somewhat provocative.

“Shit,” he sighed. You were bitten.

“What?” you asked eagerly, pulling your leg back. He held on to it though, staring at the festering wound on your leg.

“It hurts. Please,” you begged, pulling your leg back. Din was scrambling on what to do.

“This…” he sighed, hating the only option available. There wasn’t enough time to get you to a proper medic.

“Hold still.”

He slowly lifted his helmet up to the bottom of his nose to reveal his mouth and chin.

“Din!” you yelled as his lips made contact with your skin. “What the-” you began, but immediately soothed as you felt the venom leaving your bite. A needy moan escaped from your lips.

Din spat out the first round of venom. It stung his lips. It wasn’t enough to kill him, it wasn’t in his bloodstream. It tasted bitter and artificial.

“Oh my god,” you whined as his lips continued to suck on the wound. “Din, holy fuck.” you moaned, squirming in his grasp.

Even though you just had been on the brink of death, this was one of the most sensual things you had ever experienced in your opinion. The thought of his lips teasing you drove you up the walls.

He spit out another round. “One more, I’m sorry.”

You gasped at his voice. No mask, no modulator. “Oh gods, don’t stop.” you begged. Your back arched as he took in the final round, finally tasting blood to indicate the venom was gone.

He spit it out on the ground and slipped his mask back on.

“What?” he asked out of breathe. He had convinced himself he didn’t just hear what he thought he did. His ears were muffled by the mask in its awkward position.

Sitting up in bed, you patted the mattress. He sat down.

“That was so hot,” you whispered near his ear.

He didn’t say anything to you. You had prayed he would rip off his mask and take you then and there. Din wanted the same thing too, he would feverishly re play this night over and over in his mind for years.

But you were wasted. And he had a creed.

Even though after each passing day without Grogu his allegiance to his creed drew weaker, he still had his limits.

Din knew you would regret those words in the morning. But the phrase Cara told him many moons ago rung in his brain.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Talk to me when your sober.” he replied. He stood up and removed the base of the helmet once again. You embraced his body as he kissed you on the top of your head.

“Din,” you feverishly whispered. Without a second thought, you stood up. His body pushed against yours as you passionately kissed his lips. Your nose bumped the mask up more, but neither of you cared. His nose brushed against yours as you kept your eyes shut. The urge to look was strong, but you respected him too much to take a peek.

“One day,” he smiled, breaking the kiss. “Are you sure I can’t see more?” you asked. He shook his head as he pulled the mask down again. “One day,” he repeated, his voice now modulated again.

“Thank you for saving my life.” you said. “Any day,” he said sarcastically.

He placed the blankets securely over you.

The room was dim enough where he was sure if he was ever caught he would have an excuse. And you would lie for him, he was certain of it.

“Just one more thing-” you asked as his silhouette made its way through your door. He turned and looked at you.

“What color are your eyes?”

He had the widest smile on his face. The thought of you trying to form his face in your mind was almost comical for him.

“Brown. Good night, Cyare.”

“I knew they were brown, I knew it.” you whispered to yourself, convinced Din couldn’t hear.

He smiled as he retreated to the couch, unsure if sleep would visit him after his eventful night.

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[gerbiefarted]

Mistral from MGR....i remembered that i like that game cuz i watched my brother play it

I had the idea for like 2 years to draw her sideshave as locs and i just never got around to it....excited to draw the other characters at some point. Trying to draw more fanart to build an audience for my comic

[kryte-col]

Cody Headcanon:

Bail Organa.

That was Cody's 'Senate crush' (since the whole GAR had one)

Come on, an older man who is a literal space gangster with razor sharp wit whose brain could probably power the whole of Curosaunt and is on the circle of Senators who actually do the work.

Bail Organa is a slick, smart and hard working man. You will not convince me otherwise that Cody is a big fan.

(not necessarily romantic but a fanboy type way)

[darkeyedreamer14]

So, recently, I found an old thermos of mine

The thermos in question

And when I saw it, the first thing that came to my mind was that it would be perfect for commander Fox, so I drew it

The thermos was drawn entirely from memory, so it doesn't fully resemble the original, but that's just a minor detail

[padmeanddorme]

Head cannons about…Padmé 💜

Part 1

Padmé.2008 🧚‍♀️

- Padmé loved to read in her free time.

- Padmé’s love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation.

- Padmé used to get homesick when she stayed on Coruscant for long periods of time. However, when Anakin was at their apartment, she would feel more at home.

- When she had free time and Anakin was away, Padmé would organise ‘girl’s nights’ with her handmaidens.

- Whenever she had a speech, meeting or other senatorial event that she had been anxious about, Padmé would wear her beloved japor snippet

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

Uzi listens to power metal, specifically Sabaton, DragonForce, and Twilight Force.

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

*taps microphone* so i’d just like to talk about all the little kids in coruscant who would absolutely be out of their mind with love and awe for the corrie guard, and their fire engine red painted armour

these kids

these kids would wait at their windows to watch them drive past their window on a scheduled patrol. they’d be so thrilled to see them in the market. or when Fox is standing next to Palpatine in the press in his extra red paint

their parent will be like ‘want to talk to them?’ and the kids will get all shy.

they might even draw pictures of them to give to them

because no matter what the adults think, abiut flesh droids or military police being given more and more responsibility (that theybwould see as power) as the war went on, but little kids know what’s up. they know how cool garbage men are, and fire men (with the shiny red paint), and other civil servants that adults don’t think are awesome but kids know

and you know, you just know that Sergeant Hound, with his cute mastiff and awesome bucket paint would be the absolute pinnacle of coolness to an eight year old coruscanti child

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

The reason I want more ShockOp content is because I want Megatron to just be there looking from a corner and seeing how his boyfriend chose the big chest scientist over his poems

that's all, have a very happy Christmas!!

[southern-belle-outcasts]

mun horror faves vs muse horror faves

Alright so we're getting into this with the disclaimer (some of you already know)- I am very behind when it comes to horror. I was raised under rock, in a castle with a moat, on the island of Thatsafuckingcultnotaparentingtechniquevania. My first experience with horror of any flavor was Supernatural at 18. Thus my tolerance is...getting there. But I can't really make claims on my muses' watching habits with 100% certainty as my watching is limited. 😅😬

Tagg Faves (not in any order):

Get Out Us Nope (LOOK it's not my fault he makes good movies) Evil Dead II Hereditary Bird Box 10 Cloverfield Lane Annihilation Beetlejuice (it counts, bite me) A Quiet Place I Am Legend (still not okay, don't talk to me) Escape Room Warm Bodies Stranger Things First Kill Half Bad Wynonna Earp Lockwood & Co. Locke & Key

Muses (the TLDR version for everyone's sake, mine included):

-Molly has watched just about anything you can name horror wise. Horror aficionado. The Classics (friday, scream, elm street, blah blah blah) have been rewatched to death, same with some of her favs that are more indie.

-Rogue like horror but with someone who won't laugh at her for the jumpscares getting her. If it involves parental psychological trauma or child injury or some such other trigger, she's out. She's also not watching your stupid clown movie no matter how many times you ask.

-Gabriel is pretty much Rocky Horror Picture Show and Beetlejuice. That's it. Give him a horror novel, but let's watch something else entirely.

-Sara has no patience for the lack of efficiency or accuracy in wounds when it comes to slashers, so she sticks to the heavy psychological and supernatural type of movies. Sometimes the demon ones rattle her a lil more than she would like to admit.

-Cisco is very picky about what he watches for horror because he would like to be able to sleep at night, but he also doesn't like people to be able to claim the movie scares him. Sometimes the same movie is more unsettling than not on certain days. It's complicated. But he's most likely to appreciate an action horror like Van Helsing or World War Z than he is your mom is out to kill you horror. He has a Stranger Things funko collection tho, and some tees obvs.

-Farrar and Nilza do not fucking watch horror. They get enough of that in real life thank you very much.

-Padmé will watch a horror movie with you because it's what you wanted to watch. She is maybe unnervingly able to watch it with 90% composure, even if afterwards she says how it unnerved her. She isn't seeking them out though.

-Harry watches them here and there but he already has a complicated relationship with the supernatural, and fucked up human beings. He can appreciate the story telling, enjoy some of the cinematography, but overall it's not his idea of a relaxing time.

-Kaylee likes to watch them because it amuses her to see how put out people get when she's unfazed by the blood, laughing at most of the monsters (they're inaccurate as hell or just don't exist), and has no concept of anything xtian adjacent as horrifying because she's always been pagan.

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked & @mynameisanakin

Tagging: you're it (i'm fairly certain everyone else has done this but whatever)

[novafire-is-thinking]

For headcanons: Shockwave

Headcanon A: realistic

Shockwave enjoyed the finer things in life. He wasn’t hedonistic. He merely had an appreciation for beauty, fine craftsmanship, and aesthetic excellence in anything from architectural design to a pen.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Thanks to a hilarious off-the-cuff observation made by @onewingedsparrow, there exists in the back of my mind the image of the Senator enjoying disco dancing. 😂 It’s ooc, but it’s funny.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Upon fixing his and Orion’s favorite bench, Shockwave took time to not only restore the paint, but to cover it in hand-painted scenery and patterns. Orion was delighted with the results.

One day, after Shockwave was taken, Orion returned to the bench to see that it had been painted over by someone.

Never in his life had Orion hated the color yellow more…

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Despite what he said in exRiD, Shockwave never totally lost his fondness for Orion. In fact, after the events of Unicron, when Shockwave found out that Optimus made the ultimate sacrifice to save the universe from his master-plan-turned-massive-failure, it grieved him. When Prowl extended the Galactic Council’s offer of a conditional pardon (dependent on rehabilitation based on his Shadowplayed past), Shockwave declined and chose execution.

[broken-hum0r110]

YOLO THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON TUMBLR, WHICH I WONT POST OFTEN, MAINLY JUST REBLOG STUFF❤️

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SO ANYWAYS I HAVE SOME HCS FOR FUN

SENATOR PROTEUS

He **IS** narcissistic.

HE DEFINITELY HAS A CRUSH ON SENTINEL (PRIME).

My man’s dick so rotten he has flies on it

He definitely has one of those dominating, worshipping kinks.

I believe he was JEALOUS of shockwave (other than shockwave’s betraying of the senate, and working alongside basically criminals, and being smart, predicting, etc..), THAT was one of his reasons as to why shockwave had empurata.

The reason he ordered shockwave to get shadowplay(ed) is because proteus KNEW, that shockwave’s explosive(or bipolar) personality would take a toll on the senate. And because shockwave was like that, and liked disrespecting Proteus.. proteus did himself a favor, and proceeded to make a lobotomy, BECAUSE he knew shockwave would be more serious, take stuff seriously, and because it would serve as an advantage to proteus.

My man’s stank. He showers monthly.

HE ONLY USED PERFUME.

IF you smell closely he probably smells like rotten milk.

OCD (OBCD😹😹😹)

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SENATOR RATBAT

MY MAN DEFINITELY GOES OUT FOR SOME FANCY NIGHTS..

Vampire core.

He likes the dark.

He can SEE in the dark.

Obviously, canonly (because of his wings), He’d be a predacon. A flier. A mix of both I say..

HES GOTHIC

He definitely drinks wine 24/7 and liked to visit the poor to insult and flex on them.

Man’s dick is medium sized.

Because of the toys (legacy model), I hc NOT ONLY can he transform into a bat-like animal, but into a submarine. And because as I previously mention (him being part flier), also into a jet.

He likes scaring others. And wearing ANYTHING that’s gold.

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SENATOR SHOCKWAVE

Secretly bipolar.

MANS ESCAPED THE MENTAL ASYLUM 5 TIMES

Used to get therapy.

SEX LIFE BIGGER THAN HIS DICK

Body dysphoria.

LOVES PARTIES

alcoholic.

He IS an asshole. And liked to fight.

Narrow eyes = grumpy looking face. Soft smile = QT PIEE

Because he experiments. He broke his T-cog numerous times and manipulated it. Which means he can transform into whatever he likes, as long as his plating (and/or armor) has more than enough parts.

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*FIN*

[halenhusky309]

Shockop AU!

*Honestly I found the idea of Orion Pax being union leader from a post is so juicy, so I want to expand this idea further. Thank you whoever came up with the union leader!OP. So union leader!OP and Senator Shockwave first met (This is probably very cliche)

Setting AU!pre-war functionist cybertron where everything is suck for everyone except the higher classes, of courses.

OP arranged a strike for dock workers due to the low wages and abuses of workers from the higher up. Shockwave was nearby snooping round observing the strike (for education reason 😏).

Out of no where, some mechs from the strike started riot (probably due to hired agents from Functionist council that blended into the movement to disband the strike through riot), resulting fights and violence broken out between the workers and enforcers. Poor Shockwave was caught between the crossfire and trying to get out of the riot, but he got knocked down to the ground by another mech. Before he got stamped, someone dragged him off the ground and make a run away from the riots. Basically Shockwave was too disoriented to be aware of his savior and the situations around him, but he simply followed his savior to reach to the safe area, only to realize the savior leading him to this abandoned park where there was a broken bench. Shockwave then fully awared of the surrounding and locked his optics at his savior, only to recognize the infamous union leader and a damn handsome mech, Orion Pax.

(From Orion Pax's side: When the riot happened immediately told the workers to take cover and avoid the fights when violence broke out, knowing that the government playing some dirty tricks to ruin the strike and protest. When he was about to escape the riots, Orion noticed a mech was knocked down and about be stamped by the crowd, so he immediately rushed in to save that poor mech from getting stomped to death. After grabbing the poor mech from the ground, he tried to find a shelter and then, he immediately remembered an abandoned park nearby where he used to go there and hide some stolen datapads that were on their way to be destroyed. So Orion dragged the injured mech to that safe place, away from the chaos. Once they both arrived to the park, he set the mech down on the broken bench and finally had a full look on that poor mech and noticed his Senate marking, only to realize he just saved a Senate member, who he usually didn't have any good impressions. Orion was perplexed about the appearance of a Senate member at the strike, but he couldn't help to admit the mech was beautiful)

[ranger-ribbons]

according to Once and Always, Zack grew up to be a senator. Legally, that grants him the authority to officiate weddings. Is that anything?

Zack becomes the go-to guy for Ranger weddings because there's ALWAYS a monster crashing the festivities. Any Ranger who gets married quickly gets the tip to use Senator Taylor as their officiant. Zack always has time for Rangers.

@softlytowardthesun Thank you!

[one-real-imonkey]

Thinking about the guard experiencing a warm shower for the first time.

On Kamino they had sonics. On Coruscant they don’t even have that, just low pressure cold water showers that are at best cool and at worst freezing. They’re used to showering quickly and finding ways to warm up afterwards. Used to shivering. Used to it icing up on them in the artificial winter.

They know the senators get hot showers, hot baths, water where the steam curls up and fogs up the mirrors and windows. They’ve stood guard as their visors have fogged and the warmth has seeped in and become too much, but that’s a luxury for natborns. Not even their commanders get heated water.

But then, maybe on a mission with the GAR, maybe because the war is over, they get a warm shower. Not even hot just warm. The water is beautiful and a good pressure rather than the leaky cold drip they’re used to. It’s new and makes their skin red and it feels like heaven. They never want to get out.

[mgsheadcanons]

How would senator armstrong babysit an approximately 12 year old girl? Assuming he was paid or asked to babysit by a close friend.

[for some reason I like the trop “Senator is good with kids”:))]

Senator Armstrong babysitting a kid:

• he won't accept money for babysitting if it's a friends' or a neighbours' aks, but on the other hand he will not do that for money for someone else

• he is a busy man with a lot of duties and he can't spend all the time next to the kid, so mostly she has to entertain herself on ones own

• he provides her with toys and games which will keep her busy while the Senator is working

• imagine him talking on the phone, holding it with a shoulder and preparing pancakes at the same time; the kid watches the process and giggles

• on a rare occasion he joines her to play some videogames

• he plays "a doll house" game with the kid too: he drinks "tea" with her and makes her ponytails or bunches

• if she has homework at school and doesn't understand something, he helps her

• he is a sweetooth so he allows her eatting a lot of sweets and snacks - it's their secret, because no parent will be happy about it

• in summer they play a watergun fight game and he always lets her win; after that they dry clothes or change

• when the kids' parents come to take her home, she doesn't want ot leave, but then hugs the Senator for goodbye and goes; he waves his hand before getting back inside