#thank you for years of your friendship! ♡ looking forward to many more!!!!

[doshiart]

Gallavich Lovefest 2024

I haven't read that many works yet, but I already have a small bookmarks collection. So I wanna share my love!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

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10. A one-shot by someone else that's less than a year old

7 Minutes in Heaven by @crossmydna

It may or may not be biased because it's literally based off on my fanart. BUT. I really enjoyed this one! It's funny, sensual and hot. And they're adorable high school teens who are exploring each other, locked in the cramped space. Thank you, Cross! <3

11. A multi-chapter by someone else that's at least 3 years old (and complete)

Like Real People Do by @gallavichy

I'm still in the process of reading, but I've read "Cooperative Gameplay" before, so I already want to praise the story in advance. I love texting au and this is amazingly written. A lot of emotions, worries, warmth and love. Thank you, Gray! <3 I noticed that there haven't been any new post updates for a long time and that's a little sad, but I hope you're doing well and feel happy!

12. A multi-chapter by someone else that's between 1 and 3 years old (and complete)

Teenage Dirtbag by @heymacy

That's what rocked me. First love. Love at first sight. Mutual pining reached all limits. I loved this music band au so much. The 90s make this story even more interesting. I am absolutely totally in love with this version of the Milkovich family. Ian and Mandy's friendship is briliant. It was like an awesome movie. Thank you, Macy! <3

13. A multi-chapter by someone else that's less than a year old (and complete)

Out of Nowhere by @suzy-queued

Gives me goosebumps. Love and betrayal? I'm gonna cry. This is a thrilling story, i love it so much and want to re-read it soon. And it's a story with a stunning covers. If for some reason you have not read this yet, then I just recommend reading it. GO READ IT. I have so many feeling. Thank you, Deena! <3 I'm looking forward to your next multi-chap story with great interest and intense curiosity. Your universes, worldbuilding and original characters are amazing!

30. Any fanwork (yours or someone else's) that's at least 7 years old

Is There Somewhere by andchaos

One of the very first fic I read in the fandom. I was very amazed by this story and I fell in love even more.

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24. A Gallavich/fandom Tumblr blog

@callivich for this a huge impressive collection! I absolutely love every post.

@gallacrafts for creativity! I'm glad I discovered these inspiring monthly themes.

@gallavichthings for interesting events and community unity! This is truly wonderful.

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5. A fanart by someone else that’s at least 3 years old

I love the colors here.

6. A fanart by someone else that’s between 1 and 3 years old

This is so lovely and intimate.

7. A fanart by someone else that's less than a year old

I love the view of this scene from this side, it's very beautiful.

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...and lastly hehe

4. Something you're working on (either a fic that's still a WIP or plans for future works - feel free to add snippets/sketches/etc.)

cooking something for gallacrafts!

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[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Familiar Face

“What about you, kid, did you have a crush in school?” Derek asks Spencer, a natural progression considering everyone on the team had already discussed their school crushes. Even Penelope joined in from the computer screen. It‘s a long flight, they have time.

The image of you enters Spencer’s mind as soon as the question is asked.

“No, I didnt.” He answers, the picture of you seeming to grow until it envelopes all of his thoughts.

Emily raises an eyebrow. “I think someone is telling a lie!”

This peaks the entire team’s interest, all of them leaning forward in their seats, profiling him expertly in terrifying silence.

“Alright, alright! There was a girl I had feelings for!” Spencer admits defeat under the deadly gaze of his friends, who all smile in joint victory.

“Come on kid, you’ve gotta tell us more!” Derek says, already prepared to tease the genius to no end.

Spencer sighs. “She was my best friend. My only friend, actually. Nobody could really...stand to be around me, nobody my own age, back then. The only reason I wasnt mercilessly bullied was because of her, she so fiercely defended me all the time.” He laughs fondly, losing himself to thoughts of you. “She was always much smaller than me, but she was fearless. We used to play imaginary games where we were both police officers chasing bad guys; it was her who inspired me to want to pursue a career like this. Before her, the bad guys scared me. My mom loved her, and she loved my mom, they were always laughing together whenever she came over. I can distinctly remember my heart stopping when our imaginary police games got particularly dramatic and she’d grab my hand, for just a few seconds I was allowed to believe I had a chance with her.” Spencer shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and clearing his throat. “But that was a long time ago, she has most likely forgotten all about me.”

He looks down at the case file in his hands and pretends to read it while the team exchange glances. He did his best to reveal as little personal information possible about you, so that they have no way of finding you and forcing you to see him again, but he couldnt help still feeling worried.

It had been a while since Spencer had thought of you. His mind drifted to you every so often, but he only ever let himself very shallowly recall memories of you, he wouldnt dare relive them properly. But after talking about you aloud for the first time in so many years, the dam was broken, and his mind was flooded.

Not only does he recall how his heart stopped when you held his hand, he remembers the way you’d grin every time you saw him, even if you’d only spent an hour without him. Spencer recites the countless facts he remembered specifically to tell you. He remembers every word you ever told him, from the day you met when the two of you were five years old, until the day he graduated high school at 12 and had to leave for college.

That day in kindergarten, you left the other kids you were playing with so that you could go and sit with little Spencer, who was reading a book by himself. You introduced yourself and asked him to read to you, which became an ongoing tradition in your friendship, up until the day you cried into each other before he had to leave for college. You told him you adored him, that you’d do everything in your power to stay in touch with him, and then you kissed him. Neither him nor you had ever addressed any feelings outside of friendship, and even then, neither of you said anything. It was your shared first kiss.

Spencer remembers every detail of every incident when you physically jumped in front of him to protect him from school bullies. He counted six times that you got called to the principal’s office for punching, kicking and biting people that were mean to him. It would always be Spencer who pulled you away from a fight and held you back, you werent scared at all. He remembers when you got a black eye in a particular incident protecting him, he felt so guilty that he threw up and tried to avoid you, because he thought you’d be safer and happier without him. But you found him, you always did, and you told him you’d break every bone in your body if it meant he would be safe. That was one of the moments, one of many, that made him fall so hard for you.

A week passed, a week of Spencer daydreaming of you in the same way he did all those years ago. None of the team had brought you up again, which gave him just as much relief as it did stress; he couldnt tell if they were planning something or if they’d simply moved on. Regardless, the team’s focus is presently on a case of a missing child. This case is only a short drive away, no flight necessary, which was the only pleasantry of this case.

“We contacted a CARD team investigator to assist us on this case.” Aaron briefs the team as they enter the station, and everyone nods.

The CARD team, Child Abduction Response Deployment, works to recover victims as quickly as possible and helps apprehend those responsible for taking them. There are only 60 or so agents who make up the CARD team, stationed at field offices and assigned to one of five regional teams. They are seasoned veterans of crimes against children, especially child abductions, and have received extensive training. While some local law enforcement agencies may only work one or two child abduction cases a year, CARD team agents work these kinds of cases all the time, keeping their unique skill set honed.

An officer approaches Aaron. “Agent (Y/L/N) has already started interrogating the first person on the local sex offenders list.”

Hotch nods. “Rossi, you and Prentiss speak to the first victim’s family. JJ and Derek, go and speak to Addie’s parents.” He instructs, referring to the child currently missing. “Reid and I will assist Agent (Y/L/N) with interrogations.”

Spencer feels his mouth dry up, Agent (Y/L/N)? It couldnt be, could it? The probability of that coincidence is far too low, it isnt logical, only hopeful.

The team splits up, with Spencer and Aaron heading to the interrogation room. The CARD investigator has her back to the window, sitting opposite a particularly seedy looking middle aged man.

“How many times are you and I going to meet in these circumstances, Mr. Williams?” She says, a hint of sass mixed into her authoritative tone.

“As many times as you jump to suspect me the second a kid goes missing!” Mr. Wiliams snaps back, raising his voice.

Although Spencer cant see her face, he can practically hear her raise an eyebrow sarcastically as she laughs. “Oh, you overestimate yourself, Mr. Williams. You are simply the first name on the list, there are plenty of other creeps far more capable of such a professionally executed crime. As far as Im concerned, you’re an amateur.”

Spencer smiles slightly. Hotch looks at him.

“She’s good, isnt she?”

Spencer nods. “She’ll break him in no time.”

He cant help recognising her voice as somewhat familiar, but he discards it as his mind playing tricks on him.

“Garcia said she’s quoted as the best CARD investigator in her regional team, if not the best of them all. In every case she’s worked, she’s found every child, and found them alive.”

Spencer frowns slightly, looking to Hotch. “Why did Garcia do a background check on a CARD investigator?”

There’s a flicker of panic in Aaron’s eyes, but he immediately regains composure. “She’d heard of Agent (Y/L/N) prior to this, in various articles Garcia likes to read about children who were reunited with their parents after being kidnapped. She hoped to join us on this case so that she could befriend the investigator.”

Spencer nods, that does sound like Penelope. But he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Penelope had never mentioned an Agent (Y/L/N) before.

“You’re obsessed with me!” Mr. Williams scoffs. “Even though Im in therapy for my inappropriate attractions, I’d rather have my dick cut off with a butter knife than sleep with you!”

The CARD investigator laughs at that, she really laughs, dramatically wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh, now you’ve dug yourself a hole!” She says as she rises from her seat, placing her palms flat on the interrogation table and leaning over to him. “I’ve got a game for you. Why dont you go ahead and give me a list of women who would sleep with a man who can only get it up for little kids? Oh, wait, sorry, Im getting you confused with pedophiles who can get it up in the first place. You missed that train, didnt you? I also think you’re forgetting who was at your court case, and who saw the naked pictures of you that were passed around the court.” She chuckles, shaking her head dismissively as she walks around the table and leans over him from the side, her hair shielding her face from Spencer’s view.

“Sweetheart, my pinky finger would give me more satisfaction!” Agent (Y/L/N) cheers.

Mr. Williams tugs at his handcuffs, and she laughs harder.

“You’re really gonna try that with me? Do you WANT to go back in a cell? From what I remember, the other inmates dont take kindly to people like you, but Im sure you know that from your own experience, right?” She leans closer to him, Mr. Williams shrinking away from her. “Where were you at 3pm on Tuesday the 13th?” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and Spencer’s blood runs cold.

It’s you.

He knew it, the moment he heard your name, heard your voice, your laugh, he just didnt want to admit it!

“How did you find her?” Spencer asks, his voice stern.

“Garcia.” Hotch replies, neither of the men looking at each other.

Spencer nods and speed walks away, feeling his entire body heating up until he steps outside the building. He feels lightheaded, dizzy, like he’s dreaming. Before he knows it, his phone is pressed to his ear.

“You’ve reached the desk of the one and only sex goddess-“

Spencer cuts Penelope off. “How did you find her?”

He hears her swallow nervously. “W-Well, you graduated early, so I knew there was no point looking in yearbooks, but there were school pictures from before then...she was always stood next to you.”

Spencer sighs, Penelope doesnt say anything else, and he knows why. She’s worried that he’s angry with her, but he could never be. He knows that the team put her up to it for that exact reason: Garcia is the only person on the team he cant hold a grudge against, because her intentions are always nothing but kind. Without her needing to say it, Spencer knows she found you because she saw how happy he was just talking about you, she wanted to reunite the two of you. Set him up with someone that he already knew, or did, many years ago. And for that, he cant be upset with her.

“I havent seen her since I was 12, what do I say?” Spencer asks, truly lost in a situation he had not prepared himself for.

He can hear the relief in Penelope’s voice at his response. “Just be yourself! That worked when you were kids, so it’ll work now!”

Spencer looks over the door of the police station. “How can you know that?”

The smile on Penelope’s face is obvious. “You both ended up catching the bad guys.”

Spencer cant help but smile, too. It’s a strange bit of reassurance, and he appreciates it more than he can say. “Thank you.”

Penelope squeals. “Go get her!”

Then she hangs up, causing Spencer to laugh as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. He takes a few deep breaths as he stares at the door, hyping himself up before he nods to himself and walks back inside. Determination fills him as he makes his way back to the interrogation room, but the determination melts when he sees you talking with Hotch in the entrance hall. He had anticipated he’d have a few more seconds to mentally prepare, but that was gone, and so was his confidence. Spencer stops dead in his tracks, frozen to the spot.

You and Hotch smile as you talk, your eyes distracted from him by something you couldnt figure out, until they glanced at the door. Your expression fell into one of utter disbelief. Wide eyes approach Spencer at a pace that could slow time itself. Once you’re close enough, you lift your hand at the same snail speed, gently touching his cheek with your fingertips.

“Is it really you?” You whisper, such a quiet contrast to the confidence in the interrogation room.

Spencer nods, parting his mouth to speak, but then your face begins to change. A smile forms, blooming into a grin until he recognises it as the same smile you’d always give him, and quite suddenly all words lose their meaning. No amount of syllables or sentences could come close to a justified description of your beauty.

“Well, let me start by saying with complete confidence that my childhood crush on you has transcended its previous laws.” You say, blushing slightly at your own confession.

“How so?” Spencer asks with a small smile.

“Childhood crushes are supposed to end when childhood does, but here I am!” You declare, playfully mad at him.

He laughs. “Last time I saw you, you very unfairly put me in a state of shock that made me mute for an entire day.”

Your eyes widen with concern. “I did? Why!?! How!?!”

Spencer sighs. “You kissed me, and as soon as you did I couldnt function.”

“And why is that unfair?” You ask teasingly, grinning again.

“You rendered me physically incapable of responding appropriately!” Spencer states in joking accusation.

You raise an eyebrow, processing the sentiment behind his words. You take a step closer to him, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Well, what’s a 20 year break in a conversation? I’d gladly continue it! A little less sadly this time around though, if possible.”

Spencer leans in. “Oh, that’s definitely possible.” He mumbles quietly, half a second before your lips meet his.

Spencer’s hands go to your waist, then to the small of your back, then your hips, while yours run through his hair and hold him to you, not that he’d ever try to escape. Your lips collide in the most gorgeous way, dancing together wordlessly, perfectly detailling the extent of your yearning for each other. You pull away, panting, and Spencer feels himself swell with pride noticing how impressed you are. Maybe waiting 20 years to kiss you back was good, since he got some practise in before the final test. Seeing you still recovering from his kiss, he finds confidence he never would’ve found without you.

“So, dinner tonight?”

[neocatharsis]

220825 NCT DREAM 7th Anniversary Relay Message

Mark>Renjun : My amazing member and a really good friend of mine, Renjun-ah! First of all, happy 7th anniversary~~ it seems like so much happened from the past 7 years up until now, but I think that whether it's a hard time or good time, we always overcome it with our way, with Dream's way, and that's how we're able to be where we are now. I'm sincerely so grateful that we have you as a member in our team, if it weren't for Dream, I bet our fate wouldn't cross path with each other, so when I think about it, I'm thankful to Dream too :) Amongst the 7 of us, you are probably the person who love and think about the team the most, and I know that so well, so in the future too, I'll try my best to listen to the things you want to say as well! Let's talk a lot in the future too! I realized I wrote too much as I write it ㅋㅋ anyway, you've worked so hard until now, don't be sick and let's do our best in the future too!! I'm always rooting for your happiness~~

Renjun>Jeno : Jeno-yaang it's been more than 7 years!! The time we've spent together has already been more than 7 years... there were a lot of things that happened, but our friendship will continue on forever! ♡ Don't get sick, and smile everyday, eigeuuuu!

Jeno>Haechan : Haechan-ah... first of all, happy 7th anniversary hehe You diligently work out these days... I hope this passion will continue for a long time kk I'm looking forward to your cool/amazing body

Haechan>Jaemin : Yo! Jaemin-ah who always make the atmosphere heartwarming while calling us baby, I can always be at ease while promoting because you are around (T/N : reliable)!! Sometimes you're so unique but you always keep the team together with your vision that's far ahead and you always say many good things so I'm thankful, and thanks to your love for the members, I think that makes our (team) stronger... don't get hurt and let's go for a long time while smiling like we are now I love you and everything about you

Jaemin>Chenle : Our baby Chenle who is always loud and have a lot of aegyo♡ happy 7th year anniversary♡ our Chenle who can control the team's atmosphere because he has such a strong presence Thank you for staying the same these past 7 years, let's get along well too in the future Our Chenle is good at anything and so pretty too so I'll continue to adore you, eyyy~~ I love you and always be healthy, baby You did so well these past 7 years Let's do well in the future too, baby♡♡

Chenle>Jisung : Hey, thank you for being together these past 7 years I don't want to say this to you but I learn so many things from you I'm not worried about your passion (T/N : CL knows JS will continue to have passion) So I'll just say stay healthy and I wish you're happy

Jisung>Mark : MARK who seems to have lived life while working the hardest in the world for these past 7 years! I think your passion is going for a long time I hope that passion will always continue!! Let even more people hear and listen to the voice of yours~ >□<

Translated by captainuwu

[sturkillerbase]

Hey! Thanks for the May the 4th celebration party.

Can you, please, write a one shot with :

- Din Djarin

- "I can't get you out of my head " "... thanks?"

- friends to lovers

Thank you ♡

Thank you so much for this request! I love idiots in love!

Summary: after becoming the Mandalorian's trusted informant and developing a very close friendship with him, he starts worrying about your safety. Making the decision to keep you safe, he goes to your house to tell you about his plans, only he's not good with words and is being weird about it.

Words: 2,5k

Warning: Very brief mention of being followed.

A/N: I couldn't find any descriptions of Aq Vetina, so I took the liberty to give it two moons, because I thought it would be cute and I love moons.

You’ve got to know Din when he showed up at a bar you were at seeking information about a certain gang member. He didn’t ask you specifically, nor did you work at the bar; you just happened to overhear him asking the bartender. And oh, did you have information to share.

When he asked you how did you know so much about so many people in, let’s say, illegal activities, you simply said “I work at a beauty parlor. You’d be surprised at the way clients talk between each other like we, the workers, don’t hear anything.” You shrugged. “Be careful with what you say around the ones that work for you and treat them right, is all I have to say.”

From then on, you’d become his most trustful informant regarding that area of Coruscant.

The most exciting part of it all wasn’t telling him about meetings, appointments, plans or whatever else was being arranged, but seeing your clients lose their minds over the fact that everything kept being discovered, their spouses and friends getting caught, and the several versions of “Did you hear about them? They’ve lost it all since their spouse was taken away, poor thing”.

As time went by, a friendship started to grow between you and the Mandalorian, and you looked forward with more and more intensity to seeing him again, telling him the latest, hottest gossip, and then proceeding to talk about whichever subject would arise between you for the next several hours. It was highly surprising how well you’d gotten along, in a short period of time, coming to the point of becoming best friends.

What you did not know though, was how the Mandalorian’s feelings for you were also growing, becoming more intense with each visit he paid you. Lately, he couldn’t seem to be able to get you out of his mind – everything reminded him of something you’d said, something you’d done, or really just… you.

And he began to worry too. He’d been coming to you for information for a little less than a year, and the darker world of that part of Coruscant was beginning to get too stirred for his liking. You’d assured him nobody would ever hold you as a suspect and everything was fine, but he didn’t buy it. If anything were to happen to you – a thought he preferred to avoid – he would never, ever forgive himself.

He decided it was time to put an end to the scheme you both had. He’d take you somewhere safe, far away from there, help you with whatever you needed. But staying on Coruscant was no longer an option. If, as you said, nobody had a clue about your double agent-like life, then it was better to leave before anyone started to speculate. Your departure wouldn’t draw any attention nor rise any suspicions. It was now or never.

That’s how he ended up knocking on your apartment’s door at eleven p.m. on a Wednesday.

“Mando?!” You exclaimed, surprised to see him there. He’d normally let you know he was coming beforehand.

“I think you should leave.” He blurted out, completely not having thought through the conversation process he’d have to have with you. He was really good at planning things: attacks, fights, maneuvers, but talking was absolutely not one of them

You stared at him with a quizzical look on your face, crumpling the sheet mask you had on.

“I don’t even know if I should invite you in after this, but, please, come in?” You said, confused, and stepped aside so he could walk in in case he wanted to. You had no idea at this point.

He nodded, stepped in and waited for you to close the door. Once you did, you walked around him and gestured to the couch, offering a sit. He shook his head no, but didn’t say anything. You frowned in confusion, and the sheet mask slid halfway down your face. You sighed and peeled it off.

“Just a sec.” you said as you walked towards the bathroom to throw it away. “Can I get you anything?” You asked, louder so he could hear you. “Or do you just plan to not say a word after trying to kick me out of my own house at 11p.m?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” He said as he stood on the doorway to the bathroom, and you jumped in a little fright, putting a hand over your chest, not having noticed that he had followed you. “But I really think that’s the best thing to do, and we should do it the sooner we can.”

“Maker! What’s wrong with you today?” You toss the sheet mask into the trash can. “Did someone hit you on the head? Do you have a fever?”

As you asked him that, you reached up and found the spot under his helmet that hid the hem of his high collared shirt, lowering it just enough to press your hand against the skin on his neck and check for his temperature. He froze in place, the action too intimate and completely unexpected. Your hand lingered on the spot for a few seconds, and he could feel the warmth of his skin melting into your colder one. Your fingers were slightly tacky, some of the serum from the sheet mask still on them, and he could smell the faint, delicate perfume coming from it.

He swallowed, trying his best to make it seem like a casual movement, since it was likely that you would feel it against your hand.

“No, you’re alright.” You pulled your hand back, a thoughtful expression on your face as you eyed him. Suddenly, you raised an eyebrow and took a step back. “Wait, how do I know if it’s really you?”

“I’m the only Mandalorian in full beskar armor.” He stated.

“You could’ve stolen it from him.” You countered.

“You know my voice, though.”

“It could just be a filter. I’ve never heard his voice without the helmet.” You point to his head as you mention it.

“Stop referring to me in third person.” He sighed.

“What if you were sent by a gang member to get Mando, kill him, get his armor, only to get to me for passing information to him about said gang? Huh? How would I know?” You countered again, taking another step back.

“So you have thought about it!” He exclaimed, a mix of surprise and relief in his voice.

“Don’t change the subject!”

He sighed again.

“Y/N, it’s me. I promise.” He held his hands up in a sign of peace.

“Show me your hand.” You commanded, suddenly.

“I… What? My hand?” He tilted his head, confused.

“Yes. Your left hand. There’s a small tattoo on it. A planet. I saw it when you removed your glove once.” You admitted, and you could tell he was surprised that you’ve noticed. He didn’t even remember taking his gloves off in front of you before, but then again, you’ve always made him feel comfortable and at ease. Removing his gloves in front of you without even realizing it shouldn’t come as a surprise.

He nodded, and started pulling the fabric on tip of his fingers to loosen the piece of clothing. Once he’d removed it, he extended his arm towards you, showing you his hand. You leaned forward, looking at the spot between his index finger and his thumb on the top side of his hand. There it was: the little planet in black ink. From up close you could see there were two dots near it, probably symbolizing two moons. It was cute.

Finally, you relaxed.

“It is you.” You said, running a hand over your clothes to smooth them.

“Told you so.” He answered, but he was not mad. In fact, he let out a soft snort at you.

“Alright. What brought you here? Who are you hunting now?” You asked him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not after anyone this time. The reason I’m here is because I think it’s time we put an end to our informant-hunter scheme. The downfall of all those gang members and leaders is becoming too great, and it’s not gonna be too long until they start really digging deep into it to find out who’s responsible for it. If they get to you and something bad happens…” He let the sentence linger, sighing. “I can’t risk having you hurt because of me.” He confessed.

“Oh…” you scratched the back of your head. “Yeah, I’ve- I’ve been thinking about that, too, lately.” You admitted, and then averted his gaze and lowered your voice to a whisper “especially after a guy followed me from the beauty parlor to the station.”

“Excuse me, after what?” Mando exclaimed. “When was that? Why didn’t you reach out to me?” He paused for a millisecond to hear your answer, but spoke again before you had the chance to. “It doesn’t matter. We’re leaving. Now.”

“Wait, I can’t just leave like this. There are things I need to do first, people I have to talk to--”

“The less people know about you and where you’re going, the better.” He interrupted you “Trust me. Let’s just gather your things and go.”

“And not telling my friends or my boss? Won’t that make it even more suspicious?”

“As long as no one follows us we’ll be good. Now let’s do it. Grab your suitcase. I’ll help you out.” He said and started looking around the bathroom, opening the cabinet doors to find a necessaire in there. He opened it and started shoving things into it: your toothbrush and toothpaste, a comb, pads, a moisturizer, and everything else he figured you’d need.

“Mando, stop! You’re panicking.” You told him but he didn’t listen, instead continuing to look around the cabinet for anything he deemed would be necessary and shoving it inside the small bag. “Stop!” you took the necessaire from his hands, finally drawing his attention back to you.

“Y/N, please, you don’t understand…” He whispered.

“What do I not understand? Tell me what’s going on. Why this now?”

“Because—” he stopped himself, letting out a breath, and his shoulders dropped. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

“… Thanks?”  

You two just stared at each other for a while, a weird silence hanging in the air.

“That’s all you have to say?” He asked when you didn’t say anything else, sounding disconsolate.

“Sorry, I—I got nervous. I…” you were unsure, uneasy, holding the bag in your hands in a firm grip. “Does this really mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it means I’m confessing my feelings for you, then yes, it does.” He swallowed thick, heart hammering against his chest, his hands going into fists as he fought the nervousness that washed over him.

“Oh…” You found yourself lost for words, and took a few more seconds to speak again. “Then I think it’s safe to say that I can’t get you out of my head either.” You looked at him, a shy smile on your lips.

Mando let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and it was like an entire world had been lifted off his shoulders.

“If you feel the same… Then do you understand why I need to get you out of here as soon as possible? Why I worry about you so much?” He asked, patiently, looking at you full of hope.

“I do.” You confessed softly.

At that moment, there were so many things Mando wanted to do: hold you close, pick you up and swirl you around, shower you with kisses, nuzzle into your neck, finally kiss your lips, and so many other things. But his focus at that moment was taking you far away from where you were currently standing, taking you somewhere safe. He’d have time to do all those romantic things with you later.

“Grab your stuff.” He said again, only it was softer this time. “We’ll sort everything else later. For now, let’s just focus on the most important matter: getting you to safety.”

“Okay.” You whispered, smiling at him.

Not too long after that, you found yourself on the passenger seat of the Razor Crest, looking down at the city as the ship distanced itself from it. It was an odd feeling, leaving everything behind so suddenly. But you were with Mando, the man you had grown to love and that you trusted more than anyone else, regardless of ever seeing his face, or even knowing his real name. Still, you had a feeling everything would be just fine.

“It’s Din.” His voice brought you out from your trance, and you glanced away from the now shrinking planet to look at him.

“What?” You asked.

“My name. I never told you. It’s Din. Din Djarin.” He confided, and you smiled warmly at him. It was like he could read your thoughts, and it was not the first time you’ve had that impression.

“It’s a beautiful name.” You told him.

“Thank you…” He said, and you could tell he felt shy about it, making you stifle a giggle.

“Do you have a place in mind that you would like to go to?” He asked.

“No.” you answered, trying to think of places you’d heard of before. You’d been born and raised on the lower grounds of Coruscant, and never had a chance to visit other planets. “Do you have a place you call home?”

“Well…” He said as he set the ship to autopilot “It’s not really a place.” He turned the chair so he could look at you. “The tattoo you’ve seen,” he started tugging his left glove off “This one.” he extended his hand to you so you can look at it again. “It’s Aq Vetina, the planet I was born on.” You look up from his hand to his visor, surprised to learn that. He cleared his throat slightly before speaking again. “It’s not a single tattoo. It’s part of a duo. They both mean home to me.” As he said that, he removed his right glove and extended both hands to you. You took them, and as you looked at his right hand, you saw another small drawing, on the same spot as the one on his left. It was a star.

“It’s beautiful.” You told him as you examined it, bringing his hands closer to each other so you could look at the drawings side by side.

“I got them on the same day, a couple months ago. This one is my favorite star. You’ve always reminded me of it” once again, you looked up at him in surprise. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you immediately knew there was more to that tattoo than just the drawing of a star. As he explained, he gently squeezed your hands in his, according to which hand he was mentioning to. He started with the left one. “This is my home planet, Aq Vetina. And this,” he mentioned to the right one, and looked deep into your eyes before speaking “is my favorite star – you. Home”.

[gaenarirp]

hello, everyone!

we are way over the target of 10 accepted applications, so it is this admin's greatest pleasure to announce our official (re)opening date!

gaenari will open for interactions on thursday, oct 19, at 9pm est.

as per the guidelines, applications will be accepted this week until 8pm est on thursday; any app sent after that will be looked at for acceptances next week.

thank you so much for your interest in this little town. we have received so many reservations and incredible applications in the 10 days we've been in the tags! as gaenari begins to take form, i look forward to all the fun we'll have together.

that said, the main has received several messages wondering about possible plots for this roleplay, so i wanted to touch on a few points:

as a reminder, we have a wanted connections page! everyone can submit one for either accepted muses or general ideas for new characters.

we have a channel on our discord server for interest checks, that everyone can use to try and get a feel of a possible muse or connection! on that note, everyone is welcome in the server, whether you've been accepted to the directory or not.

nearly half of our skeletons are taken! once we hit around 75%, more will be revealed.

lastly: below you can find the remnants of the canon characters i created for gaenari in its first run. this time around, i decided to not go forward with canons and instead let my muns fully shape this town, but i am still very fond of these ideas and i don't want them to go buried in my documents forever. these will not be added to skeletons or subplots in any way, and they are free for everyone to use without permission, in this roleplay or any other. ♡︎

an older sister plagued by ghosts, who spends her days with books and the voices in the forest. a younger sister who used to believe in fairytales, but grew up in resentment to take over the family construction business.

two high school best friends who have known each other their entire lives. the girl is older, handy and practical, and has always liked the boy. the boy is younger, naive and idealistic, and is afraid of losing the girl's friendship. a third friend shows up from the incheon docks, and despite feeling misplaced in this little town he ignites feelings - positive and negative - in the other two.

he was a local baseball star in his youth, but he gave up his career to look after his father who forgot to function without a wife. his first love escaped to seoul without him, and he settled with a fiancée that had always wanted his affections. now, the ex-girlfriend is back in town, and he is not sure if this uneventful life is what he wants anymore.

she is not from here, but the ghosts in the mountain are less terrifying than her father. here, she found love and friendship, and bandmates to play out of local garages. her ex followed her here, and she ultimately enjoys their company when their anger is under control; deep down, however, she fears her father might have also found his way here.

they are wanderers, twin flames that consume one another with each kiss and every touch. they have been through thick and thin, they have assumed many identities, and they have held hands through it all.

these families weren't here from the start, but they settled in right after the mines closed to bring sportmanship to town, and they have been here since. two of the families run rival dojos, and are the best of friends on the side; there are five siblings on one side and four on the other. the third family is made up of four strays from different marriages, united by their bond and creativity. thirteen people total, two marriages in the past five years and another one being planned - there are always strong feelings abound when it comes to them.

she has loved her best friend's brother ever since she laid eyes on him. he has loved her since she first had a sleepover with his sister. they are soft and mellow, and unable to confess, no matter how much everyone around them begs them to get to it. eventually, he is swept off his feet by another, and she watches as he is deceived and played by a woman that has another on the side. she stays quiet until she finds out this other person is her own brother.

[rubydragon16]

Happy Birthday Amina!!! may today be as special and sweet as you are to me ♡♡♡ Wish your birthday is filled with lots of love, happiness and everything your heart desires (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) Thank you so much for always being so loving and caring to me, and to everyone!! You're truly a ray of sunshine and deserve all the most precious things in life *hugs you super tight* ✧˖° Look forward to many more years together

Vero, @nitsumii I’m...thank you, with all my heart for your kindness, your friendship, your belief in me and always putting up with my messages, showing such compassion towards me...it’s undeserving for me. Thank you for your lovely gift, for just your warm birthday wishes, I’m...so touched and grateful, and honestly don’t think I deserve your talents wasted on me. 😭 😭  But, thank you, really, thank you. 💞💞