THE MANDALORIAN MODERN AU: KRYZE-VISZLA-DJARIN FAMILY????
I was thinking a lot about a modern au where Bo-katan and the Armorer are a married couple who decided to adopt two children: Paz Viszla and Din Djarin.
Bo-katan is a lawyer, the Armorer is a mechanic and Paz is the oldest son who became a police officer. Din is Din, somehow he ended up as a single father doing odd jobs and living in his car (I'm kidding, I think).
OBVIOUSLY, Din is the Armorer's favorite and both are the quietest of the family, the complete opposite of Bo-katan and Paz (by the way, both are a great duo). EVEN though Armorer and Din are MUCH scarier if the situation calls for it (as it happens most of the time lol).
Contrary to popular belief Paz loves and protects her brother who is very prone to attracting trouble like ALL the time, as well as interacting with people ??? (paz still doesn't understand how he is friends with his old neighbor).
They all live in a house where they have Kuill as a neighbor and a man named Greef Karga who has a daughter named Cara.
English is not my language and my ideas are fucking messed up BUT if this has support I can make a fanfic in ao3. I ACCEPT SUGGESTIONS AND IDEAS WITH ALL THE LOVE, I have a few things to say with this au so….
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This is my current skill level right now, Tumblr will know me starting from here ha ha ha ha they won't see my BAD art
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A realization
I’ve been accustomed to Twitter dynamics, but Tumblr feels like such a relaxed place. I love this comfy cottage of a website. Love y’all
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I fucking love it when YouTube channels have their own lore that evolves over time. It's not cringe give me more of that shit please.
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Loss of Belief
I have stopped believing in Love. Though that statement alone sounds rather more dramatic than it is. I didn’t stop believing in it the way one stops believing in God or the monsters under your bed. I don’t deny its existence, for I have felt it too strongly to deny that it is real. I’ve seen it in the way people smile at each other, the felt it in the warmth of a hug, and heard it in the notes of song. No, love is very much real.
I stopped believing in Love the way you stop believing in a leader. The leader is still there, usually, you just view them differently. In the start they tell you to trust them, and everyone has told you how great they are. How they will get you through the hard times, and that if you stick close and follow them you can get through anything. But they don’t tell you about the damage you can take along the way. That some of the people they rely upon and work with could be less than kind. About how even the best and most well intentioned leaders can make mistakes. So you go on blindly, not taking the precautions you should. Trusting that they will see you through. Then one day they don’t.
Maybe it wasn’t their (love’s) fault that they failed. But each time it happens it damages your view of them further. Sure they try, but eventually you stop rushing in after them. You stop trying to stay so close. You might eventually stop following them entirely. They are still there, chugging along. Leading those they can, doing what they can. But you know now that they don’t have all the answers. That they can get lost or confused. They can be wrong, false, naive, or even dangerous. You still have them, and you may even still respect them depending on your own experiences. But you no longer trust them implicitly. You no longer take only their word as enough. At some point, your belief was shaken and broken too much to ever be what it once was.
Some give them another chance, some even still sing its praises, finding virtue in the attempts and intentions. Some latch onto the failures and decry them before any who will listen as though they were perfect and wouldn’t have made the same mistakes. Most just go on, not really thinking about it much. Maybe they are too afraid to. Worried about which camp they find themselves in. As for me I know where I stand.
I don’t blame love for leading me to the wrong people. Nor do I blame the ones who love didn’t lead to me, even though standing there alone hurt. I blame those who saw what love brought them, looked it over, and took advantage of love and tried to twist it and break it to fit their needs. It isn’t love’s fault that you mistreated me. But I have realized how easily love can be fooled by people like you. How bad love is at judging character. Cause love trusts people first. I am glad it does, because someone has to. But I no longer trust love. Good intentions can’t undo bad deeds.
So when it comes to me again, telling me it has found someone great that I need to meet, its voice trembling with excitement and pulling me by the hand; I will smile. I will tell it to sing the praises of you, whoever you are, once more. I will listen to it, and see where it is going. But I will keep up my walls. I will be wary of the path we walk down, and keep my cards close to my chest. I will see where love wants me to go, it still is the most noble leader I have ever known. But I don’t believe in it anymore. So when I leave the meeting early, or see the warning signs and run, don’t take it personally, and don’t blame love. It did what it could. I just know now that love alone, isn’t as strong as I thought. It alone isn’t enough.
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i wish that people hadn't ruined the word transsexual
it is definitely the funniest word I can use to describe myself but it has so much baggage
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