#I want shiny armor 🥺

[badsalmonella]

This costume is SO nice 😩👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 THE DETAIL WORK (x)

[ginnvngagap]

watching the Little Mermaid live action remake, and I'm gonna make it your problem

oooh, shiny scales, I love it

Ariel's breathtaking, I love how her hair flows in the water

her sisters are also gorgeous and their designs are amazing

CGI sea creatures look realistic but still manage to be all magical and shxt, nice

Ursula's not a drag queen (a crime tbh), but her design is so coooool

aaah, Ariel's voice (I don't watch trailers, this is my first time hearing it)

Eric has a personality?!

they gave an actual reason as to why Ariel would be attracted to Eric aside from teenage girl hormones go brrr for pretty boy

oooh, they did the cliff thing

Eric has an I want song now and his voice is heavenly

did... did they just add generational trauma to the mermaid family? great addition, I approve (yes, I've seen the prequel)

had to Google Sebastian's accent, it's Jamaican, I love it, I think it suits him

so many pretty sea creatures dancing, oooh, jellyfish

why the fxck do they swim like that?

Poor Unfortunate Souls slaps, Ursula's voice is aaaah (very eloquent)

huh, Ariel still sings in her head (good decision imo, it would've been such a waste)

Ariel doesn't like high heels and corsets, completely understandable tbh

ooof, her meeting the prince and not being able to speak was so much more devastating with the added thought singing, my baby heart, noooo 😭

apparently Ursula put a spell on Ariel that made her forget her objective of kisskissfallinlove and I don't know how I feel about that (in hindsight it makes sense, this Ariel would've totally jumped Eric's bones, lmao)

Scuttle and Sebastian's banter is fxcking hysterical

roll credits, lmao

oooh, Eric has a stuff room too

Grimsby is best boi

Ariel breaks for goats but not humans, we stan

Anakin would flip his shxt if he saw this dance scene

aaaw, Ariel taught Eric her name

Shalalalalala... You Gotta Kiss The Girl~🎶

Ursula's growly voice 😩👌

I love how Ursula's appearance on shore feels even more sinister than in the animated movie

is... is Scuttle rapping? and she has mad flow?! SEBASTIAN TOO!? also it's actual genius how Scuttle's rap sounds how you'd expect a bird rapping

human Ursula's uuuh... huuuh... 🥵

Grimsbyyy you naughty boi

she's also fxcking terrifying, holy fxckaroni

Eric's waaay too chill about Ariel turning into a mermaid right in his arms, lmao

loving the ominous ink cloud

tentacle raaave

Triton's baaack, baby 👑

I love his character design btw, that clamshell armor is so cool and shiny ✨

mermaid dad sad 🥺😭

the send-off definitely didn't make me cry, shutup

neither did Howard Ashman's name in the credits

[batgirlkirb]

i care IMMENSELY and need to know the teams the gyms the story and all of it my hands are open my listening ears are on please please please 🤲🏻

kendy, kendy, kendy!! sorry, that this took so long it has been an absolutely wildly busy/burnt out point in my life!!!

@reveluving idk if you’re a big pkmn girly, but i feel like you would love this too 👉🏾👈🏾

i actually made teams for like 8 characters for my batman fics so let me know if you want to see another one for my damian/oc wip. 🥺

for jason and my self-ship oc, bella

jason would be a dark-type gym leader by day, and definitely the leader of a violent criminal organization by night.

but what he’s doing isn’t too bad! he controls nightclubs, underground battling rings, and casinos like the ones in the game. just like in canon though, he never lets anybody harm children and he’ll hunt down any trainers in his area that are found to be abusive.

he’s tall, tough and scary but he’s sweet to his pokémon. if a kid loses to him at the gym, he won’t even take the prize money, he’ll just buy them ice cream! if teenagers or anyone older loses to his gym, he’ll just donate the prize money to local homeless shelters and places that house less fortunate children and pokémon. (not like he needs it with all of the money he makes.)

i will leave whether or not he kills people to how dark you interpret the universe to be; he would never harm a pokémon, though. anybody else remember when lance straight up murdered a team rocket member in gold/silver?

anyway this is his team!!

shiny duskull; it’s less of a pokémon he uses for battling and more just his constant companion. it’s his partner, despite being a ghost type because it’s red, masked, represents the grim reaper/death, and is a symbol of scared, crying children.

houndoom: also carries the imagery of death/hell, but it represents and his love for dogs, especially ace the bat-hound!

scrafty: it’s based on street fashion and being a delinquent, rebellious hoodlum, which fits pretty well given jason’s upbringing. duskull is his partner, but scraggy was probably the first pokémon he had.

absol: it’s a protector especially to children but is misunderstood constantly because people think it’s a bad omen of destruction, which reminds me of his reputation :(

honchcrow: it’s a mob boss, there’s not much else to say.

bisharp: wears metallic red armor and the pokédex calls it ruthless and unchanging in expression when it hunts and kills. it also usually has an army of smaller pokémon that do a lot of fighting and cutting down for it.

my oc isabella works at a bookstore, which is where her romance with jason blossoms. she’s down to earth and represents the every day people of gotham in a way that the batfamily can’t, so she would definitely be a normal type trainer; similar to how lenora in bw runs her normal-type gym out of a library in the back of a museum.

the bookstore however wouldn’t be a certified gym by the league, rather it’s more of a training space for people who want to research and practice more - she’d probably limit herself to one battle a day at the very end of her shift as a way to destress and if you win, you can get any book of your choosing for free!

jason won several times and still paid ‘as a tip’ when they first met, just so she would like him more. When she tried to return it, he only agreed to take it back if he could use it to take her on a date :(

here’s her team:

maushold: while in my actual stories, she’s comically afraid of mice, she and jason end up having a set of twins girls! plus maushold is just an inside joke with my sister who helps me develop a lot of my batman fanfiction ideas. 🥰

lopunny: because of the way it looks, people forget that lopunny can kick your ass. which is the same as isabella, who isn’t a trained fighter, but could absolutely sock you out. plus, especially with its mega evolution, lopunny takes a lot of inspiration from dancing, and isabella represents the latin side of my heritage, by being a bachatera/salsera! again, this is a love letter to my sister who’s 2nd fav is buneary!

eevee: she’s adaptable! plus, like jason, she loves puppies!

blissey: for her calming, motherly influence! (if trainers were allowed to 7 pokemon, i’d give her a kangaskhan for this too!)

cyclizar: come on. you can’t marry jason todd, without loving motorcycle rides. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

noctowl: her partner! represents her love for books and she’s a night owl, like everyone in gotham!

[hotpinkboots]

Kissing Din

Its the first Wednesday without Mando and I am feeling ~✨unwell✨~ about it PLEASE SIR I MISS YOU SO MUCH ALREADY WAAAA

anyway kisses

AHHFJSHD Okay obviously idiot can't take his helmet off, so if you remember the thing I posted about kissing his neck, this is more of that 😍

He's a bit shy about his hands because they're rough from being in battle and stuff. So if you kiss his hands he's gonna be speechless and his heart is gonna go bump bump bump. they're so warm even though they're rough MAKE HIM MOISTURIZE. MASSAGE LOTION INTO HIS HANDS.

Prefers you to not kiss his helmet because he likes it to be shiny shiny shiny, but every now and then if you wanna give a silly little "mwah" to his helmet he'll chuckle about it. THOSE SOFT CHUCKLES Y'KNOW 🥺🥺🥺

I know I already covered hand kisses but WRIST KISSES OKAY. If you kiss his wrist his breath catches in his throat because that's such a sensitive spot.

Kissing up his arm makes him scoff at you but obviously he's enjoying it. He isn't the type to constantly want to be touched all the time, but God he loves soft kisses from you. He wishes he could kiss you in return but he CAN'T AAHH

Okay so hear me out this won't get too heated I promise but like

tummy kisses

you're both, like, in the moment okay, and while you're kissing down his body you reach his muscular but still soft belly and of course that's one of the spots he needs to protect with armor and leather and suits whatever, so when he feels your hot breath and your lips on his stomach, he's going to DIE on the spot. the groan you get out of him is something you somehow need to record and keep forever OKAY

BACK KISSESSSS. MASSAGE HIM. force him to lay down to you can massage his shoulders and back, and kiss his back every now and then, it surprises him and makes him either hum in response, chuckle, or shudder. then he tries hiding the fact he had a reaction but he'll reluctantly admit it eventually and he'll smile about it when you get excited over the fact you made him have such a reaction

your kisses keep him going they just shock him sometimes but in the best way possible.

keep kissing ur space cowboy boyfriend ok he needs it to survive

[golby-moon]

oh no I made more fakemon for people. went more with madlibs-esque prompts this time in the form of asking for a few nouns of things people like and here are the results

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starting off with @wofiepyxie, who unwittingly started this round of fakemon by consistently having an insane word count in bang sprints (and daring to mention the word 'candy')

I pictured an admittedly more spidery spider at first but a request to not make it creepy and to go for more of a wholesome Joltik vibe made me rethink, because there are enough creepy bugs (not that spiders are bugs despite my use of the computer bug pun) in this world. candy entering my brain made me try to just make the thing look like candy, which accidentally developed a weird and probably overly complicated backstory thing for it where it's a popular Halloween decoration due to being mistaken as a piece of candy which is partly because of its eye-searing poison dart frog-y colors but mostly because that's its weird defense mechanism. it eats computer data ig idk where the typing aspect really comes in it's just a weird little guy. random thought but I think it'd be hilarious if its shiny form was just like...all black, nothing noteworthy about it at all because it's just a regular color. nobody would have any idea what it even is by looking at it

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next is @hectatess, who had a prompt including things ranging from witches to Rottweilers

when people think of Rottweilers, they think dangerous and aggressive and like basically a hellhound (wassup Houndour line?), so naturally I had to go with the complete opposite and oh no it's baby, like just personified 🥺 with lilypads. really tried to go for a sad wet puppy vibe with this one, starting with sad pleading eyes with the wet lilypad hat just dropping down its face and ending with the ends of the darker fur that vaguely follows the pattern of a Rottweiler looking sort of weighed down with water (though it's also supposed to allude to a hanging witch robe, which it does not convey). carrying on that witch vibe is the lilypad hat, with the flower made to look like the pointy part of a witch hat though I know that it really doesn't look like that. the psychic typing was mostly inspired by the vibrant color of the flowers along with the fact that it's supposed to be witch-y. idk I don't name them but my brain is saying wetweiler which is really just a perfect summation of why I don't name the fakemon lol

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and finally @very-offkey-kazoo, who gave me a wide range of ideas from bees to Greek mythology to vines to snakes to knives... so lots of creative freedom here which is fun in a chaotic sort of way

I was originally gonna go for a rock type that's like idk inspired by Greek something and is covered in vines but the brain said stabby wasp thing so stabby wasp thing it is. no but I definitely overused the knife motif (and the sharp lines in general to kinda imply speed as well as sharpness) I think between the gradually sharper arms and the needle-like antennae and then the legit just knife-shaped wings but ehhh. surprisingly I actually took more inspiration from the Pawniard line than the Scyther one which is probably the cause of the repeating knife shapes, but more than that, I went for a knight vibe almost and gave it chitin not unlike a weirdly overly shiny suit of armor that's pinched off in the middle to resemble the way the abdomen and thorax of a lot of bugs are connected. as for the Greek part...idk maybe think gladiator like I didn't until two seconds ago? either way, this thing could probably protect a labyrinth or something regardless of its unspecified size, since small bugs are creepy and big bugs are horrifying. do what you want with that thought ig (side note but the color reminds me of honey mustard and I can think of nothing else now)

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I think these at least look like pokemon so they turned out okay. I learned from last time (stained glass skirt thing I'm talking about you) and didn't over complicate the designs this time and did try to make their typing more obvious through colors and shapes like the official pokemon do

(for anyone that didn't notice, the first round of fakemon is linked up at the top of this post)

I apparently make fakemon now so uh idk anybody that wants one can message me I guess yay

(09/15/23)

[ode2rin]

why don't u like sae... your fics on him are best though 🥺

i don't don't like him xD (but as a rinnie lover i GOTTA KEEP THE IMAGE just kidding) and, to be honest, i sympathize a little with him lol NO I DON'T WANT TO BE HONEST RN ok fine, I'll overshare a little (look away plz)

i know we haven't seen his backstory yet but i just know, dude went through it. i just know he got so lonely AND THIS IS NOT ME REFLECTING ok maybe i am. but there's just something so traumatizing and scarring abt leaving your home at a young age... i kid you not. and sure, it was for the dream, but fuck even i sometimes lay in bed crying my eyes out because of how bad i want to go home especially when times were just hard. so i can only imagine how much harder it must have been for him since he never let out any of his overwhelming loneliness.

loneliness. that's what you get for choosing a path that demands you to be a prodigy, a path built on fleeting brilliance. people thought it would be a breeze for you, but it's not. when you're out there, you realize you're just a tiny fish in a vast ocean. and the brilliance they once adored on you, feels like a heavy worn-out armor. none of it is shiny.

i just know birthdays are hard for him. just picture sae, exhausted from a grueling practice (which he willingly dedicated his day to), lying in bed and reading his parents' greetings. and that's it. but when he was younger, imagine him sitting alone, eating a meal or a piece of cake on his birthday. FUCK i once sat on my kitchen floor eating a tub of ice cream trying not to choke on my own tears because it's my 18th and i had no one close to me to spend the day with. sure, sae won't be as dramatic as i am, but just imagine him eating alone on his birthday, and suddenly, the food feels too fucking big to swallow.

i don't don't like him. i hate that i see some parts of me on him though lmao. we're fucking dorotheas.

(thanks for saying my fics abt him are great though hehe thank you thank you)

[headofmars]

Hey what are your opinions on the guys of Moonlight Lovers?

Sorry if asks aren‘t open or anything

Hi!

Don't worry, they are always open.

So.

I like their design, especially the period clothes Vladimir and Raphael have. I would have appreciated more variety in body-types, skin tones etc., but I didn't really expect to find it in a Beemoov game.

About each guy:

Aaron: he seems a good boy (tm), no less, no more. I usually like big, wise characters; they give me a sense of calm, but for now I find him just... Bland?

Beliath: I really like his route atmosphere! But I hope it will not result in the `charmer in the street, softie 🥺 in the sheet` type. I want the MC to beat the shit out of him.

Ethan: I want the MC to beat the shit out of him but HARDER. This jerk. I expect a game of chess between two brilliant minds in his route.

Ivan: poor distressed thing. Not very fond of him for now.

Neil: My beloved. The daddiest. Really tempted to play with fire and see where his ego can lead us.

Raphael: MH. He is stinky, if you ask me. Beware of knights in shiny armor, beware of gentle saviors. I want to see more before giving my judgment.

Vladimir: fucking aristocratic little shit. If I were the MC I would take him off the pedestal by pulling his hair 😭 But I must admit he is kinda hot. The Melancholic type has this grip on me—

These are my opinions for now! Hope you have fun reading them; do you share any with me?

[clone-whore-99]

Troublemaker

Chapter 10: A Nice Change of Air

The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Warnings: Mature-ish, some angst as usual, descriptions of fighting and sore muscles, Echos past, everybody gets to relax for once LMK if I need to add more

Authors note: I have been struggling to write. Like, crazy struggling. Like, I've only been able to add a few sentences a day and this chapter is shorter than I'd like, but I also just want it out by now. Hope you like it anyways ❤

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈

Arriving at Kamino

Work, Armor and... Clones?

Let it Out

You shouldn't have done that

Talk about it

The 20 Questions Game

Crosshair

Echoes of the past

The Fight

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Sore Muscles

Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

Waste of Time

Your knees were burning from the constant friction against the padded floor. Sweat covered your skin in a thin layer, every muscle was screaming from soreness and your lungs felt like they were on fire from the nonstop panting and gasping.

"You're not done already," The mocking tone in Hunters voice made it sound more like a question than the statement it was. "You haven't even been able to lay a finger on me yet."

While sitting on the sideline, Crosshair felt the need to further fan the flame of your frustration. "Told ya, you need to build up your stamina." He smugly reminded you.

"When did you tell her that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Obviously; that's why it was asked," Tech pointed out to his brother, but Crosshair just leaned back against the wall, with his signature toothpick sticking out from his arrogant smirk.

Slowly, you got back up on your feet, much to the disdain of your aching muscles. With arms as heavy as lead, you wiped sweat off your brow, before retaining eye contact with the man in front of you.

Hunter tilted his head back in a cofident way, a smug smirk plastered across his lips. "You're looking a little worn out, ad'ika. You sure you want to continue?"

The two of you had been at this for at least an hour - most definitely more though. It started out with your fighting stance. Hunter pointed out how unstable it was, demonstrating how easy it would be to topple you over. From that point on, Hunter had avoided everything you threw at him. Every punch, kick, push, bodyslam and whatever else you could think of, had been dodged, redirected, blocked or ended with him restaining you or throwing you to the ground. He never actually hit back and made sure not to hurt you in the process. The amount of times your head had been in contact with the ground was embarrassing. He hadn't even broken a sweat in the process, while you were drenched in it! The four men sitting on the sideline cheering, critiquing and betting throughout the fight didn't help much either.

You charged towards Hunter as fast as your tired legs would let you. You raised your fist into what would've been a left hook, but at the very last second when Hunter was ready to block it, you spun around to do a roundhouse kick instead.

Aaaaand your face instantly met the soft floor with a loud 'thump'.

Like he had so many other times, Hunter held your leg in his arm for a moment, so you couldn't as easily get back up. However, when the floor pads vibrated from your low groans of pain, he carefully put it down by its partner, then kneeled in front of you.

"Alright, you're done for today," he said through a caring smile.

"Noooo..." You half-heartedly protested into the floor. Hunter turned your head to the side, so you could more easily breathe and communicate. "It isn't fair. You're a soldier who has been trained for this your entire life, obviously I won't be able to beat you!"

The side of Hunters lip curled and his eyebrow was raised in a cocky yet questioning manner. "And the guy from the mess hall you nearly picked a fight with isn't?"

"He's a shiny, there's a difference."

"You know about shinies?" You could hear Echo question.

You let out a huff of air in exchange for chuckling. Very slowly and with your muscles aching in protest, you managed to pull yourself up into a sitting position. "It'd be rather impressive if I worked around you clones this long and didn't pick up on some of your linguistics along the way."

"Shiny or not, he's still trained in combat," Hunter stood up and reached a hand out to help you. You pouted at the hand, not wanting to move again this soon. "Come on mesh'la, we need to move on so the cleaning droid can get the room ready for the cadets. Plus, you really need a shower after all of this."

"What, you're not digging the sweaty look on me?" You finally grabbed the hand offered to you and Hunter pulled you up with ease.

"Mesh'la, look at how I live," Hunter said, with his arms out in a gesturing motion while heading towards his armor. "I don't care about a little sweat. I just figured a fancy civilian such as yourself wouldn't want to walk around all sweaty."

You scrunched your nose at Hunters mocking tone about your social status. "Fair point, I guess... What's the quickest way to the apartment?" You turned to face Tech.

"There is none. However, there should be a changing room with a refresher and a shower not far from here," Tech pointed out, while adjusting his goggles and looking at his datapad.

You faked a dry laugh. "No. You clones are sweet and all, but I'm not about to get naked in front of a bunch of you. And, it's not really like this place got gendered rooms, since the only women around here got their own apartments."

"Hah, don't worry adi'ka, we got a plan for that!" Wrecker got up from his sitting spot and went over to give you a comforting pat on your back - causing you to nearly stumble over in the progress.

These guys really had a plan for everything. Even undisturbed refresher visits.

Turns out, there used to be more clones like Clone Force 99 - more defective clones as they themselves put it. You still hated using that word for living beings. Anyways, some of the others had issues with how the 'normal' clones looked at them while in the 'fresher, so they constructed this whole plan.

Tech would slice into the system and mark the room as being under maintenance so nobody else would enter. Wrecker would stand guard to make sure nobody questioned it and Crosshair and Hunter would be on the look out for anyone checking up on it. That way, their brothers with deformations - and in this case, you - could shower in peace.

Only problem was, these showers weren't entirely like the one in your dads apartment. It was on most parts, but you couldn't find the soap or the towels. Something, you noticed way too late.

"Y/N?" A voice echoed through the durasteel walls. "I got your bag of clothes here."

You stuck your head out of the shower stall to give a proper thanks, only to burst out laughing at the sight you were met. "Thanks, but why the hell are you wearing your bandana like that?"

Hunter got a huge grin on his face by the sound of your laughter and began to soundlessly chuckle - the only reason you knew, was because of the movement of his shoulders.

"It's so there's no doubt I won't take a peak."

"You trust yourself that little around me?"

"It's for your comfort, mesh'la." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Now if that's all -"

"Wait!" You hurried over to grab his arm before he could leave. You waited until he turned around before continuing. "I, ehm... This is dumb, but I can't find the soap or towels... Since you can get around pretty well without being able to see, maybe you could help?"

A cocky grin came across Hunters lips. "Sure, if you'll turn off the water real quick so I don't get soaked," He said, pointing with his chin towards the stall.

You happily complied with his request and went to turn off the water. Not even a second passed from when it was turned off, Hunter appeared behind you and reached over your shoulder, careful not to accidentally touch your bare skin.

"I guess it's not like the one in your dads apartment?" His smoky voice was restained, yet warm. Out of the whole squad, he was the one who usually kept the most distance to you physically.

"Not really..."

With a quick touch on the wall, a sidepanel appeared and dispensed soap. The kaminoans were really practical and minimalistic with their designs. "That's how you get soap. As for towels..." His voice was right next your ear and you could see out of the corner of your eye that he was still blinded by his bandana.

With two simple steps, Hunter readjusted himself behind you, so he could reach further into the stall. Still, he kept making sure to be respectful of your boundaries and went out of his way to not touch you.

Though, that quickly changed when he touched a button right by the shower controls and warm air suddenly blew all around you. Shocked by the sudden impact, you took a step back and instantly collided with Hunter, who grabbed onto you for support but quickly let go again and stepped back.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to..." He started, but you instantly cut him off.

"No no no, please don't be sorry, I stepped into you!" You corrected him, waving your hands in a dismissive way even though he couldn't see it.

Hunter sighed and rubbed his neck awkwardly. "I should've warned you. Instead of towels, they use hot air to dry you off. Less laundry and all."

You nodded thoughtfully. "Smart. Thanks for the help... Oh, and Hunter?" you stepped closer to Hunter, barely leaving any space between the two of you. Leaning up, you placed a small kiss on his stubbled chin. "Thanks for everything you do for me - all of you, really. I've never had anyone do even half as much for me as you guys. I really appreciate it."

In return, Hunter placed a hand on the back of your head and let his lips lightly grace your forehead. "It's no problem cyare. The feeling is mutual." His hand moved from the back of your head to your shoulder and he gave it a small pat before stepping away. "Let's discuss it when you're dressed again, okay?"

And just like that, you were left to your own demise again.

You returned to your shower, now knowing how to get completely clean.

Despite what it at times would seem like, you actually really liked it on Kamino. True, it wasn't as colorful or lively as Coruscant, but the air was unpolluted and the water was clean. On the rare occasion where it wasn't raining, you could actually see the stars in the sky and the nights weren't filled with police sirens.

It was a nice change of air.

The rest of the evening was surprisingly quiet. You had been too tired from the humbling fight session with Hunter to go to the mess hall, so Wrecker had been kind enough to bring food back to the barracks for you. He still vastly overestimated how much you could actually eat.

You could already tell your muscles were going to be sore the next day. Tech offered to give you a massage to help, but out of consideration towards Hunter, you had declined.

Right now, Tech and Crosshair were discussing whose bunk you were going to sleep in. Crosshair meant that it was best to stick with what you were used to, but Tech argued that after what happened that morning, it would do both of you good to sleep seperately. You decided to stay out of the argument. As long as you had a place to sleep, you were fine.

Instead you sat on the couch, doodling away on your datapad.

Wrecker sat on his own bunk, doing curls with the heaviest weights you had ever seen and watching the arguments between his brothers like it was the most interesting thing he had ever witnessed.

Hunter laid on his own bunk, headphones covering his ears, datapad resting on his stomach and with his eyes closed.

Echo leaned on the backrest of the couch, looking over your shoulder. "What are you drawing?" He asked.

You shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just doodling." Twisting your head backwards, your eyes met Echos. "Felt like I needed to do something but didn't want it to take too much thought or energy, y'know."

"Yea, I get that." He said with half a chuckle, then jumped over the backrest to sit next to you. "Can I see?"

You handed Echo your datapad. "There's not much to see. It's just dumb scribbles, really."

"Well, you're good at making dumb scribbles then." Echo offered you a smile and a small nudge to your ribs with his elbow.

With a roll of your eyes, you took the pad out of his hands and placed it on your other side. "You guys aren't half-bad artists yourselves. I've seen the stuff you paint on your armor and ships, it's pretty impressive."

A look of genuinity reflected in his amber eyes for a fraction of a second, before a teasing glint overtook it. Echo leaned back with his hands resting behind his head and his legs crossed in a really arrogant way. "Yea, I guess once this war is over, we'll always have a career option as artists."

You gently pushed him while rolling your eyes again. "Just take the damn compliment, you wiseass."

Echo laughed and jokingly held up his hand in a yielding manner. "Alright alright! Compliment taken."

Once the laughter and jokes between you had settled down, your eyes landed on the scomplink replacing his right hand. "Can I ask you something?"

"You wanna know what happened." Echo held out the scomplink so you could get a closer look.

"If it's alright with you, of course." You replied with a low gulp and a careful nod.

Placing his flesh hand on the back of your head, Echo let it slide down to your shoulder and gave you a light squeeze. "Of course it is, mesh'la. There isn't much for me to tell you, though. I was on a rescue mission to free some prisoners of war. I tried to get our ship so we could escape, when it blew up - and me with it." He shrugged. "Next thing I know, a year has passed when Captain Rex and these guys rescued me from CIS on Skako Minor. Turns out I survived the blast and the damn seppies had been using me to win their battles..."

The way Echo told the story was similar to how your dad used to describe work when he came home at night. Like it was just a normal day for him. Right until the last sentence. It was filled with anger and regret and sadness.

Your heart sank at the realization. Getting blown up in battle was a reality to these men, no different than going to the office was for everyone else. The painful part for him wasn't blowing up, it was being used against his own team.

Instantly, your arms were thrown around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.

"You poor thing, I'm so sorry to hear that," You whispered into his neck. Tears were prickling your eyes.

Carefully, Echos arms reached around your upper body and held you in a tight embrace. You could feel the side of his lips curl against your head.

"It's not all bad cyare. Afterall, I probably wouldn't have met you if it wasn't for this happening."

"Oh ha ha," You said in a monotone, ending the hug with a friendly slap to his chest.

Upon getting back into your previous sitting position, you noticed that all the other men were staring at you. Even Hunter had removed his headset and leaning on his elbows to get a better view of the two of you.

"What?" You asked, shrugging your shoulders.

"Nothing..." They all replied simultaneously in their own way, then went back to their previous task.

You turned to look at Echo, who shrugged with just as confused a look on his face.

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[forever-rogue]

Hey for the prompts! How about “ who did this to you? “ [silence] “ hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?” And “ don’t freak out. “ with the tin can man Din Djarin 🥺

AN | Okay, but this is...possibly a meet cute + injury? So, enjoy!

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.7k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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You sat in the rapidly darkening alley, listening to the hustle and bustle of the adjacent street. Your hands shook as you pulled your knees to your chest, careful not to irritate the injury to your shoulder. After having run away from the man that did this to you, you had no plan for what to do next. Getting to safety had been your only priority and now you were just going to wait until the dead of night before venturing out again. Maybe then you could find safety or something.

As you sat there and waited, sleep started to weigh heavily on you and soon enough your eyes started to close slowly. But before you could fully fall asleep a shadow, dark even in the night, fell over you. Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at him.

Your eyes only fell on the dark visor of his helmet and fear shot through your body; you were sure this was how you were going to die. Surely he had even sent the man that was now after you. As you saw it, you had two options - stay there and curl in on yourself and pray he went away or you could try and fight him to escape. You didn't like the odds of either option.

"Who did this to you?" his voice was deep and modulated, sending a shiver down your spine as his simple question caught you off guard. Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him, unsure of what to say.

After a few moments you turned your gaze away and stared at the ground, "hey - look at me. Who did this to you?"

"No one," you lied, managing to find your voice. His head tilted to the side as he watched you closely. After a few moments of extended silence, he bent down so he was perched in front of you. He slowly reached up, and out of habit, you flinched away from his touch.

"Don't freak out," he whispered as you stilled, letting him touch the side of your face as he looked you over, "does it hurt?"

“Yeah,” you admitted when you realized that he wasn’t going to harm you after all. A few tears of stress, worry, and pain prickled at the back of your eyes as you stared at the man in the shiny silver armor, “my shoulder hurts most of all.”

“Was it that man at the bar?” your eyes widened; he must have been horrid to absolutely everyone if even this stranger knew who he was, “the loud obnoxious one?”

You nodded slightly as he sighed deeply - a trait you would later learn was his signature - before rising back to his full height and shaking his head. You watched him with wide eyes as extended his hand to help you up to your feet. After a moment of contemplation, you timidly reached up to place your much smaller hand in his.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” you could have laughed at his question; no place on this rock would be safe anymore. At your hesitation, he quickly had his answer, “come with me. I have some place where you'll be safe while I deal with the problem.”

“You don’t have to,” your throat was dry and your voice cracked as you wondered whether or not you could actually trust this man, “I-I can figure it out.”

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, but I want to insist that you’ll stay out of the way at least while I deal with this man,” despite the modulation, his voice managed to adopt a softness that you appreciated, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” he started walking wherever it was that he had deemed safe with you in tow. It was dark now and somehow you felt a million times safe with the man walking in front of you. You studied his footsteps, counting each one as you listened to the crunch of his heel on the gravel. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back - you wanted this maker-forsaken place out of your mind.

After a while of walking in silence, he stopped in front of a large ship. Memorizing the footstep count, you looked around and studied his large ship; you weren’t super knowledgeable about this kind of stuff, but you knew that it was old and nothing fancy. He laughed, at least what you assumed was a laugh but it was really nothing more than a huff of air, before opening the hatch and beckoning for you to get in, “it’s nothing much, but it’s safe.”

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time,” you whispered as you walked in and looked around; an invisible smile graced his features as your slight relaxation. In the hull, you turned around and faced him, allowing him to finally get a solid look at you. Your injuries weren’t horrible, but he still didn’t like seeing them maring your skin, “thank you. It’s been...a while since anyone’s done anything nice for me. I appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me,” he insisted as you just offered up a slight smile of your own, “you can look around and make yourself comfortable - just try not to blow anything up.”

“That’s oddly specific,” you couldn’t help but laugh as he just shrugged, “any particular reason why? Is this common place for you?”

“Common is subjective,” he was amused, “just be careful. I’ll be back shortly, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed as he reached for a rifle before turning around to leave, “hey - what’s your name?”

He hesitated for just a slight moment before almost whispering, “Din.”

“Din,” you repeated softly; somehow you got the feeling that he didn’t tell this to everyone. You paused before offering him your own name, “see you soon. Stay safe.”

“I will,” he promised and with that, made his triumphant exit as you watched him go. Now it was just you, whatever was onboard, and waiting. You hoped your strange new friend wouldn’t take too long.

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It wasn’t long before Din returned; he’d found the man - his current bounty which explained how he knew exactly who he was looking for - and made quick work of taking him down. He made a point to make sure it hurt a little more than necessary, just to make sure his point came across.

Upon his return, he was surprised, but really shouldn’t have been, to find you sitting in the cargo hold, the small green child perched on your lap as you played with him and his ball. At the sound of his return, you looked up and grinned at him, the small child followed your line of sight. He cooed excitedly before slowly shuffling off your lap and rushing over to Din, tugging on his pant leg excitedly.

“You made it back in one piece,” you beamed as you hoisted yourself back to your feet, “I-I didn’t go around to look for anything, h-he just popped out. We’ve been playing - he’s really cute...is he your...son?”

“Kind of,” he agreed as he bent down to swoop the little one up in his arms before cradling him to his chest. You watched in awe as the little one snuggled up contentedly, “adopted - more or less. I should have told you about him, but I thought he would just be sleeping. Guess I should have known better.”

“He’s precious,” you had no problem spending time with your new friend, “did everything go okay?”

“More than,” he promised as you breathed a sigh of relief, “you’re safe now - you can go wherever you want.”

“Well, I guess that’s something I’ll figure out,” you let out a long breath with a sort of half shrug, “but it’s no matter - it’s nice to know I’m safe anyways. It’s more than I can say in a long time.”

“You don’t have a place of your own?”

“O-oh no...I was...well, that man owned me - a lot of us - and used us in his shops in exchange for a place to say,” you admitted, “needless to say he wasn’t exactly the kindest. But it is a fresh start.”

“I...umm...your shoulder,” he pointed at the injury, which wasn’t fresh anymore, but still irritated and angry, “let me clean it up, at least to help.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly as he nodded, “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“It’s no bother,” he was insistent, “you can stay, you know, if you’d like. Here - with me. It’s not much, but if you don’t have anywhere else to go, it’s a solution for now.”

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, “that...that could work out. You know, for now if anything. I don’t want to impose for too long.”

“Good,” he let out a small sigh of relief, “good.”

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You were outside, tending to your flowers and shrubs with the little one when you heard the front door open. Almost immediately dropping your watering can, you jumped up in excitement before wiping your hands on your pants and rushing to meet him.

"Din!" you greeted him, almost knocking him over as you jumped into his arms, "I've missed you my love!"

"I've missed you too, Stardust," he grinned as you made quick work of pulling off the helmet and setting it to the side, as Grogu padded in and babbled happily, "I wasn't gone long, though."

"Any time is too long," you pressed a kiss to the side of his head as he set you down and you picked up the child. It was now that you noticed how he winced and seemed to clutch at his side, "Din? Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," he insisted with a meek smile, "just a little work related injury."

"Well that just won't do," you said with an air of finality, "remember back several years when we first met - you wouldn't take no for an answer? Well now, my dear love, it's your turn to let me take care. Yes?"

"Yes," he agreed with a silly little half smile as he watched you with a gentle expression, "always."

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