#stow away

[timeguardians]

Stow Away: (quasi-plotted) (Anya the penniless stow-away orphan ends up in the storm with Eric and his crew) @sirensought

Anya MUST escape St. Petersburg!!! There is nothing quiet about the way her heart floundered and battered her ribcages.

Callous wooden rails pass beneath the pads of once pristine fingertips as Anya picks her way, as inconspicuously as possible, through the ships scurrying staff. A staff readying for a seemingly hasty departure.

They were not speaking Russian. No, the words floated with a foreign grace from their tongues. They were headed for a far-off place. A place she vaguely remembered seeing on a map once upon a dream. Or had it been a dream of a dream? She knows not. Still, they had to be closer to Paris than she had ever been before.

Hours and many miles of water later:

A burly man accosted her, dragging her forewords till she stood before a handsome, slender built man. "Look what I found down below." His accusatory statement lingers in the air. Then he snarls. "A village rat."

Anya hisses. His grip upon her delicate wrist nearly crushing. Beneath a vehement exhale, lingered the words "speak for yourself." And then a vile Russian derogatory expression is aimed in his direction. "Unhand me or pull back a STUMP." And she meant every syllable of her threat.

"Shall I throw her overboard, Prince Eric?"

Great. Now her fate rested in the hands of a hawkish-eyed twig. Anya HUFFS. Displeasure apparent on her features, despite the widening of her eyes at the man's honorific.

[faithandarisadventures]

Eevee Stows Away on the Thanksgiving Road Trip Birmingham, Alabama November 19, 2022

We visited Ari’s family again for Thanksgiving and Eevee decided to stow away in my purse. (I will post her travel pictures separately from ours.)

[daintyytulip]

🫧💗🧸☁️

[sendpseuds]

She's training very hard.

[bbygirl-obi]

obi-wan: oh force, look at the time. i have to get back to the temple before anakin realizes i'm gone.

anakin, waking up back at the temple: obi-wan? obi-wan???? OBI-WAAAAAAAN!

[chrisrin]

GEMSTUCK DOODLES!

[bobbinalong]

i've been properly bagging my comics for the first time since i've started collecting 'em and i'm still under a hundred single issues but it's still SO MANY, why did i not start this earlier

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Okay but how did they decide on this seating arrangement?

[cayenneexe]

Charbee Prompt Ramble

im in a sad mood and probably will regret and maybe delete this later

Noah goes to work at the GI Joe base and sees his coworker, a combat mechanic codenamed Diver. She found out that Noah, codenamed Sonic, works with the Autobots and wanted to give Bumblebee a gift saying she’s a huge fan of him. When Noah came to work, she asked if Bee got her gift and liked it. Noah recalls what happened, realizing the wrapped gift on his desk was from her and telling her that he took it to the entire team to be cautious. Arcee was scanning for trackers or mics and the rest of the bots had their guns ready just in case.

Bee opened it and apparently got super excited despite just being an old car radio. He instantly replaced his old radio, which is surprising since he treasures that radio like it’s his spark, and tried to play some music. He had a hard time at first but in his frustration, cursed out loud saying his first words in a few years. Everyone was overjoyed and shocked. Noah thinks that Diver did it by accident and asks why she gave him a radio. Diver reveals to be an older Charlie and she says “It’s just been something I’ve been working on for a long time.”

Bonus:

Noah is fixing up Bee while he sits and plays the Smiths. Then in the middle of the repair, Bee says “Charlie Watson”. Noah is confused on why he said that so randomly and Bee just says “I just always wanted to say that out loud.”

[hunnythebee]

Stow Away

Chapter 2: The First Night

Her first night aboard the Razor Crest, and her first time on a planet that isn't Tatooine in a long time. Interacting with the Bounty Hunter is not quite what she had suspected... maybe this won't be so bad.

Warnings: Threats, some cursing, MC being embarrassed easily, Mando being stoic.

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A/N: I am so amazed at how much love my first chapter got in one week. When I decided to post, I really wasn't expecting anybody to read it. Hopefully you will all enjoy this one and future chapters as well! I look forward to writing for all of you.

“Why didn’t you say anything back on Tatooine? You must have known when you saw me,” her voice was shaking.

He shrugged. “You weren’t one of mine.”

“But you know about the bounty…”

“Yes.”

“And you will turn me in if I don’t cooperate with you?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re holding me hostage.”

“To be fair, you stowed away on my ship.”

“Still!”

“If you want, I could still just collect your bounty anyways,” the holster clicked open.

“On second thought, what have I got to lose?”

“Good answer. There’s a spare cot over there,” he motioned behind him. “Set it up wherever you want. We will be landing on Nevarro soon, so come up to the cockpit when you’re done.” And with that, he left to climb the ladder, taking Grogu with him.

She rushed to the refresher. She felt sick, like the galaxy had flipped upside down and she was falling through the void. She splashed cool water onto her face and stared in the mirror.

“Could be worse…” she told herself with a half-hearted chuckle, “could still be on Tatooine.”

After finding the cot Mando had mentioned, she proceeded back up the ladder into the cockpit. Mando was seated in the pilot seat, and the only other seat was taken by the kid. She walked over to the co-pilot's chair and looked down into his big black eyes. Grogu reached his hands out to her, and her heart melted a little. She obliged, picking him up and taking his seat in return. She fastened her restraint and seated him in her lap. His little hand found the necklaces that dangled from her neck and began twisting and playing with them.

The landing was rough, the Razor Crest being as old as she was, that was no surprise. Mando stood from the pilot seat and headed back down the ladder. She remained in the cockpit for another minute, holding Grogu to her chest and staring out the observation shield. The planet was far from beautiful, covered in ash and dust. Molten lava oozed down nearby cliffs and flowed into rivers that spiderwebbed through the desolate plains. She stared for so long because it wasn’t Tatooine. Tears threatened her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away at.

Once she was back down the ladder, Grogu sitting happily on her hip, she was greeted with the silent stoic presence that was the Mandalorian. He was seated on the edge of his bunk, the door completely open. It was night in Nevarro City, he was probably going to rest before heading out to complete his business. She made her way over to her cot and sat down as well, facing him from several feet away. He stared at her for a moment longer than she was comfortable with and she realized he was probably looking at the kid.

Grogu had fallen asleep, his hand still clasped on her necklace. It was one of her favorites, it being one of the few that she actually had sentimental attachment to, but she unclasped it from her neck and let the chain drape over his nubby fingers. She moved him into his cradle, which was floating near her cot for convenience. She tucked him in, a small smile on her lips, and then turned back to face the Mandalorian. His gaze remained unchanged, fixed on her. It made her feel small, like a tiny creature being preyed upon by a ferocious beast. She stood, grabbed her sack, and locked herself in the refresher.

She hoped taking a shower would pass enough time for Mando to go to sleep, or at the very least go away. The water felt amazing, washing away all the sands of Tatooine. She had never felt cleaner. She hadn’t brought any soaps with her since all the soaps had belonged to Peli, so she made do with what Mando had. She picked up a bar and began to wash herself with it. The aroma filled the refresher. It smelled of incense and spices, like a market she had been to on Naboo. She held the bar to her nose and breathed deeply. The scent made her feel relaxed, which was welcomed right now.

After drying off and changing into fresh clothes, a dark linen tank, and loose pants that cinched at her ankles, she exited. The hold was dark. The only light source was the light shining in from the refresher. The door hissed shut behind her, and she was bathed in pitch black darkness. Unable to see two feet ahead of herself, she tripped and stumbled her way to her bunk. She felt extremely ridiculous when she walked face first into a wall, which was strange because she was certain that there hadn’t been a wall before. Then, the wall grasped her shoulders and turned her away from it.

Not a wall.

Her embarrassment bloomed across her cheeks as she realized she had slammed head first into her new employer. She didn’t realize what he was doing when he started to push forward into the darkness, but she had no choice but to follow his guidance. The movement stops, and she is spun around once again. To face him, she assumed. Her blood pulsed so loud in her ears that it was deafening. His hands moved to her waist, and she was pushed back, falling into the darkness. She had landed square on the foot of her cot. Her eyes must have looked wild, searching the dark for the man that had just guided her. 

“Sleep.” His voice commanded through the dark. 

He blended in so well he could have been a disembodied voice for all she knew, except he had just been touching her, so there was definitely a body. She sighed and crawled into her cot, discovering a blanket on it that had not been there before.

Did he put this here?

She lied back, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing into her. She pulled the blanket up around her and yawned, feeling sleep coming. The last thing she remembered before drifting off was noting that the blanket smelled the same as the soap, mixed with a slightly more earthy scent.

When she awoke, Mando was already up, that is, if he had slept. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders as she stood up. She glanced over at the cradle where Grogu was still fast asleep, her necklace still tangled in his tiny hand. She trailed back over to the Mandalorian, who still had not noticed she was awake. She watched quietly for a moment while he meticulously cleaned his rifle. Then her stomach began to hurt, and she realized she was ravenous. She cleared her throat lightly to alert him of her consciousness. He didn’t turn around to greet her, but he did speak softly.

“Morning.”

“Morning. Did you sleep alri-”

“Didn’t sleep.”

“Oh.” A chill ran down her spine. “Then, um… what did you get up to then?”

“Patrolling.”

“Oh, that… makes sense.”

Silence fell between them as she searched through the cargo for some food, with no luck. Her stomach audibly growled, and she shushed it. Mando caught the interaction and laughed quietly to himself. She didn’t catch it because Grogu was awake. His big eyes peered out from his crib, and he reached out to her, cooing happily. She lifted him up and placed him on her hip.

“Hey there, little guy,” she said to Grogu, “Did you sleep well?”

He giggled while she bounced him lightly.

“Y' hungry?”

His eyes lit up at the mention.

“Me too. Say, do you know where your dad keeps the food hidden?”

The kid kriffing nodded. He could understand her. He pointed in a direction a little ways past the ladder to the cockpit, and she followed his lead. She walked past the Mandalorian, his gaze following her as she moved. Again, she just assumed that it was because he’s protective of the kid. Around the corner was a small galley with a small nanowave stove and a couple of cupboards that should have had food in them, but they were sparse. She still managed to find a few items that she could whip together for something that resembled a meal.

After she finished cooking, she carried two bowls of the stew concoction over to Mando and Grogu. Grogu’s eyes lit up with joy, and he dove straight in. Mando, on the other hand, just stared at the bowl. She left, returned with a bowl of her own, and perched on a nearby crate as she ate.

“What’re you waiting for?” She asked, mouth half-full

“I didn’t ask for any.”

“I just thought you might be hungry. If you don’t want it I can always just throw it back in the pot it’s not a both-”

“No!” He snapped, catching her offguard. “I mean… No… It’s just I can’t.”

She’s confused now. “What do you mean ‘can’t’? It’s just food for maker's sake.”

“It’s not that. I can’t show my face.”

“Oh… and you kind of need your mouth to be able to eat.”

He was silent.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” She said, standing from her spot and grabbing Grogu from his place next to Mando, his bowl having been licked clean already. She settled back down on the crate she had previously been on, this time with her back to the Mandalorian. “Better?” She asked over her shoulder.

“Yes, but–”

“Shut up and eat bucket-head.”

The interruption took him by surprise. Her boldness was starting to show despite the fact that he had threatened her life last night. He quietly admired this, vowing she would never know that. He lifted his helmet up, keeping it balanced on his head, and ate the stew.

“Y’know Mando,” she spoke up again, keeping her back turned, “You have very little food. I was thinking of going to the market here to pick up more.”

“No.” His voice is unmasked, unfiltered. She wasn’t expecting it to sound so smooth.

“So what? You’re really gonna keep me on this ship forever?” She said, her voice bordering on aggressive.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then why?”

“Because,” his voice was masked again, “Too many Bounty Hunters here.”

“Oh.”

“You will need to hide.”

“What?!”

“Unless you want to get caught. Karga will send his men to retrieve the bounties from the storage. You need to make yourself invisible.”

“Got it. Invisible. I can do that.”

He laughed, which sounded foreign coming from him. “Sure.”

“Hey! It’s not like this ship has a lot of options.”

He didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he just stood and collected the bowls, grabbing hers as well and taking them back to the galley.

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[anomaly-vee]

had a random childhood memory come back to me out of nowhere to where i had one of those pillows for kids that doubled as a projector

^ this exact one to be specific

anyways, to anyone making OUAW human/modern aus, this is 100% one of kremy’s childhood toys, no doubt in my mind about it

[crossdressingdeath]

Going back to the thought of Durge in their pod in the mind flayer colony breaking enough to beg Gortash to find and save them: AU where by sheer luck Gortash happens to be in the colony at the time, hears them, and comes running. Somehow this ends in the two of them travelling with the party, which is extremely awkward even before the "Oh yes this entire situation is our fault" thing what with Karlach being there.

[the-clay-quarters]

i was reminded of @the-insouciant-scientist's weasels and had to put them with vincent's bugs :3

[brandyy0moss]

"...hh.. ah..."

[nights-at-crystarium]

˗ˏˋ⋆✧ lustrous ✧⋆ˎˊ˗

[spocks-kaathyra]

domestic butch4butch aliens for day 5 of @startrekfemslashweek with the prompt "learning your language"

these r my ocs Cressida and Eyal :)) Eyal is Nal's little sister! read abt her family here and her mommy issues here