#another iteration of *himself* in cold blood. i'm not going to make that claim with folk's ocs or sonas. that's the part i'm uneasy with.

[starflungwaddledee]

Ok, for an AU I'm cooking up, what if my OC Periwinkle (who is actually a fragment of Void Termina's power with the full extent of their memories and abilities, though they are nice, until you physically smack/smack talk/hurt the feelings her friends out of malice (she's able to sense emotions), then she will not hesitate to bonk you with a live explosive (expert with the Bomb copy ability) and "give you a proper lesson on not hurting my friends".) met your Galacta Knight? How would the situation play out? (Maybe Galacta comes to her universe then destroys her friend's cooking utensils, and she decides to spare the vandal no chill at all.)

hmmm i'm not suuuper comfortable answering questions like this, sorry! especially with folks who i don't know well... i don't really know your oc and i'm also not comfortable just being like "well he k-words (the oc)" to strangers who might not find that fun, yanno?

i think you'd have to characterise him in a way that suited you and your story/oc/au/needs, and then decide from there! like... what you described with the cooking utensils... no, my version of him wouldn't do anything like that haha. so you'd need to make your own charactisation where something like that worked!

i'd enjoy being That Person With The Evil Galacta Knight Characterisation and i'm happy to answer general questions about my personal hcs of him for sure, but i certainly don't have any sort of monopoly on making him nasty. i feel like there's actually a significant amount of evidence in canon itself for him to be Not Nice! so you can of course characterise your own version of him however you like too!!

the galacta knight that i personally headcanon (who is mostly present in awtdy au) is simultaneously chill and unchill. if someone minds their business and doesn't get in his way or interrupt his plans- which revolve around kirby and meta knight in awtdy au- he doesn't really care about them. this is kind of evident in the way he overlooks bandee's potential entirely.

however if they are a threat to him or his plans, he deals with them. he also sometimes takes a sadistic interest in figures he can project the things he hates onto. in our headcanons in particular he has a specific hatred of dark matter and mages, if that works for you and gives you anything to chew on! fwiw in the star allies arc of awtdy void termina is never released, because galacta knight lays eyes on hyness for 0.2 seconds before fileting him like a fish.

he's just not really a hesitater. and that takes most folks- who want to talk, who want to monologue, who maybe have the hope this can be sorted out- by enough surprise that he generally gets in there first.

[bellsyafterdark]

Okay, so, while I am in love with all the iterations the AU has taken on, the one I had actually been referencing was the seemingly most recent one? With Fennec involved and the miscommunication of Din coming to the "realization" that he's nothing but a toy for them. Sorry, I wasn't at all specific, and I'd been tired when I sent that in 😂

Awww I love that one! Thank you for the clarification, if I had also been more awake I might have connected the dots. I'm glad you've enjoyed that diversion, too. I adore Fennec too much to keep her on the side and it's interesting to think about what her addition would bring to the dynamic.

I'm still gauging her character, but I think she's snarky and her humour is dry. She's no more comfortable about showing emotion than the men but she's far more intelligent.

My fundamental idea is that Din is the only one any of them are vaguely honest with on an emotional level. He's also their conduit to each other. If things are not well with Din, the whole tribe is off.

When Din took shelter with Boba, it was because Boba gave him permission to heal and be taken care of, but he never stopped being a deadly and capable Mandalorian. It's one thing to be "kept" as part of his reduced duties: Din still gets to wander, train and take work when he wants. That has been happening less and less as Boba's influence spread and Boba's tribe have increasingly become targets.

But now Din isn't even kept in the loop. He consented to the fantasy they've all woven together, he could finally admit to himself he wanted to be taken care of. He needed it. His mates would not allow him to feel guilty for it. But they seem to have forgotten he's just as capable as them.

At first, it's frustrating. He's not helpless. But he thinks, maybe they don't have the same confidence in him because something has changed. Din begins to doubt himself. As it keeps happening, it starts to hurt.

And then, one day, his mates depart for another mission, tight-lipped. But this time when they come back, they don't even come looking for him. They don't acknowledge him in court. They make room for an entire host of strangers in the palace-- the home-- they built for themselves, a stranger sits at Boba's side, and Din realises the cold fear he has been clutching to his chest, curled around it in the dark of night when his mates rested, finally has a name.

Din wasn't what Grogu needed and he had to let him go.

Din isn't what his tribe needs and they've found a replacement. The visiting Lord is younger, taller, and his eyes shine with such interest when he smiles at Boba beside him that Din wants to bloody his teeth.

The reward for his courage in insisting on his mutual claim is a savage public rejection. He doesn't warrant a word. After all their time together, after everything Din gave them, not even a kind touch of dismissal. Did all Din gave them mean so little?

So, he spites them. And he pays for it.

you're only angry because he touched your property

What hurts more than Boba's vengeful reprimand is how his other mates don't stop their king, how Boba hesitates before remembering-- yes, Din did come to him for refuge once upon a time and he stayed because he was cared for, not because he was seeking to be owned.

On that table among the remnants of a feast, Din crumbles.

He shrinks from the many hands that try to draw him in as he puts the table between them, deaf to the voices that coax him as he backs toward the private exit, blood pounding in his ears. He feels his way, mind reeling, his vision a hot blur of tears. The chain clinks, dragging at his feet, and it feels heavier than ever before, his cheeks blazing with shame for such a public symbol of submission-- of devotion-- to someone who didn't--someone who doesn't-- and they don't need Din the way he needs--

By the Manda, what has he become.

"Din... wait, I'm--"

"Boba, let him go," Fennec's cool command interjects.

It's only Paz's solid arm that stops the local king in his tracks, beskar clanging when it swings out. The door across the hall hisses shut behind Din. Boba looks up at the heavy Mandalorian and the sheer presence of the threat he projects is unmistakable despite layers of scent-cloaking armour and technology.

Paz grips Boba by the throat of his flight suit. "You're a dead man."