when will han wake up

LU Star Wars AU: Part 4

This time we got Twilight and Wild!

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Wild

Wild doesn't look very old, but he was actually a Jedi Knight in service to the Republic Army back during the Clone Wars. He worked closely with the other Champions at the time; the five of them were on a mission to protect King Rhoam and the royal family of a Mid-rim planet when Order 66 was enacted and the Republic Army turned on them. The other champions were killed, and Wild was nearly fatally injured.

In a last-ditch attempt to save his life, Rhoam and Impa used an industrial carbon-freezer to put him in a state of suspended animation and keep him hidden from any Imperial scanners. He was found and unfrozen many years later by Purah and Robbie, and the hibernation sickness on top of his injuries gave him some degree of amnesia.

0/10 experience, he would not recommend it.

Nowadays, he works closely with Purah and Robbie. Flora, who wasn't even born yet at the time of the incident, met him properly for the first time after he woke up again. They didn't get along at first, but after finding out she was Rhoam's daughter he's determined to stick by her side.

His old lightsaber is broken beyond repair, so he picked up a habit of collecting various weapons. He's also wanted by a group of bounty hunters known as the Yiga.

Twilight

Twilight is from a backwater planet in the Ordonian system, working as a rancher in a farming village. He met Midna when Zant came to the planet and forcibly tried to take over.

Long story short, the kids of his village went missing, and he ran across some of Zant's forces in a bad way. He actually came in contact with a dark Twili artifact that granted the user the ability to change shape and got stuck. Midna, being a shapeshifting Twili, bailed Twilight out of trouble and taught taught him how to change back, but to do that he had to learn the basics of the Force. (It took a while. He's not very good at it, but he can do the basics.)

In exchange for her help, Twilight helped her with her own goals along the way; eventually, he learns that the reason Zant showed up is because he followed Midna's trail there. With the help of some local Resistance members, they eventually even managed to get rid of Zant.

Somewhere along the way, Twilight and Midna followed a rumor of an old weapon hidden deep in the woods on the planet. Eager for any advantage they could get, Midna insisted they find it; they followed the trail until it eventually led them to an old intact lightsaber that had been deliberately hidden away there.

Midna left very suddenly after everything with Zant was over. Twilight decided to look out for her through his new friends in the Resistance, and eventually came in contact with other members of the Chain that way.

The start of hibernation.

On a cold October day that sent chills down your spine, you could tell something was off in the air. Kevin was always the skinny, short, and shy type of guy in his late 20s. Kevin was always underweight which worried his big-boned bear of a friend Michael. Thus in a last-ditch attempt, he concocted an idea to plum up his friend.

Kevin was kinda skeptical to go, but he ended up going anyway. As he knocked on Micheals's door he could smell a delicious aroma coming from the other side. When Micheal opened the door the smell of a full three-course meal bombarded his nose. His stomach churned in curiosity at what was waiting for him at the dining table. "Yo man, what have you been up to" Said Michael. "Nothing much and you man" responded Kevin. "Life has treated me well so far. Are you ready for the meal of a lifetime" Kevin walked in as he felt an unease as if what was awaiting from him was much more than just a meal. As he sat down on Michael's cushioned chairs he felt all of his doubts go away. Then came the first plate: A full rack of ribs supersaturated with barbecue. With a diced-up buttered-up sausage and a grilled barbecued chicken. With a side of deep-fried salted fries. A diced pickle and a toasted bread. Lastly for a drink a pint of beer. All have a light dusting of something on top of the food.

Kevin wasn't sure if he could eat it all but once he took his first bite he was hypnotized and couldn't do anything but just eat and eat. And after a few minutes, Kevin was done with the plate. He didn't even notice the weight slowly packing on him the chair slightly starined in Kevin's new weight. The next plate was Burgur with a foot-in radius. with a slice of delicious and crunchy bacon. A side of fries and 16 buffalo wings. And a huge chocolate milkshake. And like last time he slurped everything up. Once he looked down everything was gone. His stomach jutted out so much more and his whole body started to become super itchy. He was slowly transforming into a carbon copy of Micheal. The chair has holding on or dear life about to break under the pressure of his weight. Kevin is almost done with his bear transformation.

And just like that, all the food was gone and the only thing that was left was dessert. The last thing left was a triple chocolate cake, with whipped cream to enhance its delicious ad moist taste. Once Kevin took the first bite he fell deeper into the rabbit hole and ate the whole cake.

By the time he was done, he felt like he was about to pop. He broke out of the spell and once he looked down he saw a bear of a man. Kevin stood up to assess the damage that has been done. His stomach was so far out that he couldn't see his feet. And not to mention that but he was also 2 feet taller. He was somewhat aroused but the transformation and felt that his dick had also grown. He was so turned on that he rushed to the bathroom the jerk off. He left Micheal there and turned on with his beautiful masterpiece. Kevin started to touch all around his body exploring all the cracks and crevivces. He loved the feeling of his new coat. His hands had grown and had roughened up. Thus this was a new feeling for him. Because of this, he came faster than he usually did. As he came out with nothing on since non of his old clothes didn't fit he went to the dining room and then reality set in. He was so scared of his new body and saw no one else to blame but Micheal. But Micheal calmed him down and showed him that there was nothing to be afraid of and then he kissed Kevin in a long and passionate kiss.

Gwynriel fic chapter titles

As I did for the Elucien fic, I'm emerging from my hiatus just to drop this thing and then going back into hibernation as soon as I hit post.

Nucleosynthesis

Prologue – Hydrogen

Chemical element with symbol H and atomic number 1. Stars such as the Sun are mainly composed of hydrogen in the plasma state.

Chapter 1 – Phosphorus

Chemical element with symbol P and atomic number 15. Its name, taken from Greek mythology, means ‘light-bearer’ (Latin Lucifer), referring to the ‘Morning Star’, the planet Venus.

Chapter 2 – Sodium

Chemical element with symbol Na and atomic number 11. It’s a highly reactive metal and an essential nutrient for many living beings.

Chapter 3 – Chlorine

Chemical element with symbol Cl and atomic number 17. It’s extremely reactive, strongly oxidizing, and corrosive.

Chapter 4 – Chromium

Chemical element with symbol Cr and atomic number 24. Its name is derived from a Greek word meaning ‘color’, since many chromium compounds are intensely colored.

Chapter 5 – Nitrogen

Chemical element with symbol N and atomic number 7. Its other suggested name, azote, comes from a Greek word meaning ‘no life’, suggesting its use as an asphyxiant gas.

Chapter 6 – Iron

Chemical element with symbol Fe and atomic number 26. Iron and iron alloys have been historically used to make weapons, and their low cost and high strength often make them the materials of choice to withstand stress or transmit forces.

Interlude – Sulfur

Chemical element with symbol S and atomic number 16. Hell is thought to ‘smell of sulfur’, likely due to its association with volcanic activity.

Chapter 7 – Fluorine

Chemical element with symbol F and atomic number 9. It’s extremely reactive, as it reacts with all other elements except for the light inert gases.

Chapter 8 – Lithium

Chemical element with symbol Li and atomic number 3. Lithium-based drugs are useful as a mood stabilizer and antidepressant in the treatment of various mental illnesses.

Chapter 9 – Argon

Chemical element with symbol Ar and atomic number 18. Its name is derived from a Greek word meaning ‘lazy’ or ‘inactive’, as a reference to the fact that this element undergoes almost no chemical reactions.

Chapter 10 – Cobalt

Chemical element with symbol Co and atomic number 27. Cobalt-based blue pigments have been used since antiquity.

Chapter 11 – Carbon

Chemical element with symbol C and atomic number 6. Its unique characteristics enable it to serve as a common element of all known life.

Chapter 12 – Oxygen

Chemical element with symbol O and atomic number 8. Many life forms require oxygen for cellular respiration, and it’s a fundamental element for combustion.

Epilogue – Helium

Chemical element with symbol He and atomic number 2, the first of the noble gases. Large amounts of new helium are created by nuclear fusion of hydrogen in stars.

Remember that Nucleosynthesis and its companion Elucien piece, Sol niger, are intricately connected.

What happens in Nucleosynthesis's prologue, interlude, and epilogue also happens in Sol niger, and these chapters share the same titles in the two stories.

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @phoenixyfriend!!

Lava Cake (Galidraan AU, Arla Fett & Rex)

“Would you like to go shopping with me today, Rex?”

The Muddler and The Joxter (Joxter & Hodgkins & Muddler) (this isn't even star wars lol)

On the first day of spring, Hodgkins awoke from hibernation.

Cody’s Day Off (Cody/relaxation)

Cody woke up, and he didn’t have flimsiwork to do.

Three Jedi, Two Clones, and One Force Anomaly (Cody & Rex & Obi-Wan & Anakin & Ahsoka, plus ensemble platonic relationships, Galidraan AU)

When Master Dooku had landed on Galidraan, it was to stop Mandalorians from committing senseless muders.

Unusual Train Delays on the Scrapper Line (Cal Kestis & Prauf, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ezra Bridger, SpectObi AU)

When a Mandalorian fell through the roof of the train, everyone immediately decided that was not their problem.

An Ordinary Date Night (Anidala, Ahsoka & Anakin & Padmé, Ahsoka & Rex)

“Ani!”

Right off the gangplank, Anakin was almost tackled into a hug.

For Old Times' Sake (Quinlan & Obi-Wan, Quinlan/Obi-Wan, Quinlan/Ventress, Padawan At War AU)

The door slid shut behind Obi-Wan, cutting him off from Anakin and the others, and plunging him into total darkness.

Carbon Scoring and Conversation (Ezra Bridger and Obi-Wan Kenobi, SpectObi AU)

Obi-Wan Kenobi, newest member of the Spectres, stepped into the sonic fully dressed, minus weapons.

Alliances, Treaties, and Improvised Planning (Codywan, CWW Sith AU)

It had been a long day.

Blankets and Night Time Thoughts (Codywan)

It had been a long day.

You know, I was gonna make a joke about Phoenix making me realize that I start all of my fics in the exact same way, and then I got to the last two, which I LITERALLY started in the EXACT SAME way. So. Lmao. Either the first sentence gives you a character and important action, or it was a long day. Considering that one of those fics was written five years ago and only posted last month, I've clearly had this pattern for a while.

I tag @thefoundationproject, @ranger-jedi-knight, @campfire-octopus, @personontheswing, @kckenobi, @tarantula-hawk-wasp, and anyone else who wants to play!

Dead Doesn't Mean Gone

Summary: Leon Kennedy and the Plaga Parasite, post-RE4

Words: 466

Warnings: Contains descriptions of a parasite moving and living in someone's body

It's prickly, when the Plaga remnants wake from hibernation.

Like a thousand tiny needles flowing along his bloodstream, stabbing into his veins. A terrible reminder, a haunting memory. His veins are blue, but in the darkness of the shadows he's tucked away in, they could almost be mistaken for black. The vicious, insidious remnants that Ashley didn't have the time or skill to pry out of him, waking up just enough for him to know they're still there.

He supposes they're the only reason he hasn't been infected by anything else in this line of work. Parasites don't like to share their hosts.

He imagines them sometimes, little kicking bits of legs, perhaps the twitchy spasms of a pincer. It takes every last ounce of the discipline Krauser beat into him for Leon not to scratch at his neck. It feels swollen, red, overheated, the injection site reacting to the latest foreign invader.

One day, he'll encounter something stronger than the Plaga and that'll be the day he's really done for. But today isn't that day. The parasite is angry, boiling beneath his skin and fighting for its ability to rest in the pieces Ashley made of it with Luis' knife. A stray bit of tentacle goop isn't going to infect him like it has so many others. It just makes him so fucking itchy.

A frustrated hiss escapes him as he takes an extra fraction of a second to steady his aim against the impulsive need to dig out the little barbs that only exist within his very atoms now. One more bullet to the head drops this fucking monstrosity too, leaving Leon panting in the quiet aftermath, goop seeping into his skin. The itching flares.

"Jesus, alright," he snaps at his own body, stumbling over to a smashed vending machine. A Sprite isn't the best washing fluid, but it'll do the job well enough. Splashing it all up his arms, his skin prickles from the carbonation as much as the irritation. He grits his teeth, grunting in annoyance. Splash, rinse, repeat through three bottles worth and the drying mucus is no longer strung across his skin like glue. It's just him again.

Well, kinda.

But he's done the job well enough, apparently. His unwanted, permanent hitchhiker settles back into its grave, the death spasms receding, its duty done. Leon breathes a sigh of relief. Nothing has resurrected itself, his haunted shell piloted only by his own mind. But there's a timer on these explosive little pieces of shrapnel embedded in his DNA. One day, he'll run into something strong enough to wipe it out and he'll succumb to infection like every other human being.

Or he'll stumble across something strong enough to wake it up.

Parasites don't like to share their hosts after all. 

(Credit goes to JWBtheUncanny on Deviantart)

PreCure All Stars Crystal Freeze 10

For the Final Battle against Dr. Doom with everyone learning He was Manipulating everything from the Start involving the War for the Healing Garden, To get into Latvaria to get Revenge on Dr. Doom for Secretly Attacking the land of Hearts by using Bombs to cause Earthquakes in an effort to punish PreCure for ruining his plans of 2020, the Jerkinators and Ketchum Alliance came up with the Idea of Smuggling them into Latvaria, By placing Pretty Cure All Stars (From Max Heart to Healin Good) and the Fairies of UFO in Crystal Freeze, Being placed in Crystal Freeze will hide your thermal heat from any and all life-form Scanner, If some of you are familiar with my work so far, Being in Crystal Freeze places you in a Hibernation state and for as long as the Panel operator wished, the Process however can be Dangerous if not used properly, Aside from it being used for long distance Travel from World to World, it would be considered as a form of Punishment for anybody that's committed a crime against the PreCure Race, Before going into Crystal Freeze, All PreCure have to wear these Special Latex suits that can not just cover there privates and would serve as a Regulator for there Body Temperature, kinda like a Diving suit.

If your wondering how this was possible, You can thank KiraKira PreCure a la Mode, They've been busy recreating the Crystal Freeze chambers as requested by Cure Elder, and MLPFan053.

Here we see Happiness Charge PreCure (Megumi Aino AKA Cure Lovely, Hime Shirayuki AKA Cure Princess, Yuko Omori AKA Cure Honey & Iona Hikawa AKA Cure Fortune) Frozen with there Fairies (Ribbon & Glasen), For Iona I was taking some inspiration from this latest (522×701) (nocookie.net) it is from Battle Athlete's of course so in that Universe Carbon Freeze is Canon But if you think this..... Take a look at what I found here バトルアスリーテス大運動会 ReSTART! (daiundoukai-restart.jp)

@thorrncrowned​​ 

The distress beacon had been picked up days ago now, discussion bounced back and forth between leaders and commanders, weighing up the risks and ensuring it wasn’t a trap left by the First Order. Scouts had been sent to the planet for recon and when it had come back clear, Poe had volunteered to lead the rescue mission. Backed by another pilot, the duo had jumped into an x-wing to investigate the distress beacon. However what they found when they arrived had not been what they expected to find. The ship was destroyed, torn to pieces and the pilot long since dead but the cargo… a bounty encased in carbonite. With the other pilot scouting the rest of the ship for signs of life, poe worked to undo the effects of carbon freezing. Who knew how long this stranger had been frozen for but he hoped to be a friendly face. “Hey, can you hear me? Don’t try to move or get up yet, your body will take time to adjust, okay?”

It didn’t matter how good you were, sooner or later mistakes would be made, an opponent would be stronger, luckier, better prepared and you would lose. Din’s last thoughts before he’d been kicked in the chest backwards into the carbonite chamber was about how Grogu would be alright with Skywalker, surely. But now he struggled to remember where he was at all or what had happened. Waking up from this sort of ‘sleep’ was unlike anything the Mandalorian had ever experienced but he knew the signs of hibernation sickness as he shuddered and slowly moved his boots against the bottom of the capsule he was still laying in. The voice he heard was unfamiliar but sounded -- unlikely to be an enemy. Yet. Din couldn’t see. Something that would terrify most people at first but he knew it was a common symptom and usually temporary. 

“I can -- hear you,” came an unmodulated voice. His helmet was out of juice. Understandably. Little solar time or some other power source would fix that right up. So some time had past, he thought, still not knowing how very long it had actually been. Dizzy, weak and unable to see, Din tried to focus on what he could figure out. He could feel his rifle under his back, still strapped to him. So he wasn’t unarmed. He didn’t dare move his hand to see if his blaster was near him but considering he’d probably been upright when he was placed or forced in here, it had probably been dropped. Gone. Alright, so hand to hand first. If it came to that. Of course gun or fists, both would be difficult considering he couldn’t see and felt too weak to lift his head. The stranger had said to not try to move but of course, in his line of work, laying around like a sitting duck could get him killed. 

Groaning weakly, Mando slowly tried to roll onto his side so he could feel for the lip of the container he was in, ignoring any protests that might come from the other man. He was sweating, the heat from the carbonite process reversing had left his clothing beneath his armor damp with sweat. He managed to get on his side and tried to crawl over the lip of the container, only to collapse back down onto his front, arm hanging over the side. Blind and exhausted, he didn’t have much of a choice but to trust this person. “Where --” he got out before needing a moment and just gesturing weakly with his hand around them.

Fire

Looking back now, someone from the special team should have been able see it coming.

Sightings of a big, white figure lurking around; Gary, local (and beloved) gadget guy, goes missing; another eclipse occurring just after the last one, along with a new batch of snow not previously contemplated.

It was all so painfully obvious now; Herbert was back.

The last time he had been active was during the Great Snow Race, just before the higher-ups decided to execute Operation: Hibernation, and forced him to a deep sleep.  

Thinking about it now, perhaps everything that was happening was fair... one wouldn’t be happy if they were forced to sleep for a year either.

.

.

.

… No, it was just the lack of oxygen talking; carbon monoxide could be a pain to deal with. Clearly, staying near the floor, where smoke had yet to truly reach, was not enough. An exit had to be found lest a corpse be left behind.

(Oh dear, the flames were getting bigger.)

… Had they made it out?  

The Director, as a fact, wasn’t in by the time the facility went up in flames; Dot was out on her own mission, trying to find any other clues that could possibly lead to finding Gary; Rookie and JPG, though, were in the command room as well, yet got blasted away by the detonation. There was no trace of them as of yet.

The heat was rising, quite the contrast with the wind and snow howling outside. 

(Could it be called outside, when the perspective was of someone inside a used-to-be building, crumbling down and lighting up in a mocking representation of hell?)

Oh? Were those sirens? How exciting! The firefighting department hadn’t seen much action throughout the years. Why were they out now, though?

… The fire raging on the rubble and debris of the crumpled facility. Of course.

(Since when had the floor gotten higher? Wait, no, that wasn’t possible; floors can’t rise, but. . . penguins can fall... Damn.)

Moving definitely hurt, especially if the body was bruising from a fall from high up. However, pain could easily be ignored if enough adrenaline was telling the body how to relocate its resources. Endorphins were such a blessing.

(Were the sad remains of the room spinning, or were your eyes losing focus? It felt as if floating in water, but honestly, at this moment the feeling of feet firmly touching the ground would have been much more welcomed.)

Trying to grab things with flippers was a nightmare, especially if it was to climb something.

(The next flipper feels warm, worryingly so; refusing to believe it is fire doesn’t change the fact that it is, but the body is so pumped up of adrenaline that it doesn’t matter.)

Usually, completing such an arduous task would fill anyone with pride at being able to finish it; despair and exhaustion were the only ones allowed in this time.

(It felt good to take a breath of clean, fresh air. Though looking back to remains of the building, it suddenly didn’t.)

For some reason, looking at the now diminishing flames, this didn’t feel like the end; it didn’t even feel like the beginning. It felt like the continuation of a dance that should have been expected.

Regardless if that was their chimney and lets say Colby disapproved of how Katrinas friend is using it as a photo op, it wouldn’t matter because Sam seems to approve of all of Kats friends coming and going no matter who they are, the reason, or how the actual co owner of the houses may feel.

Shes slowly been taking over as Colby settles deeper into his bedroom.

I apologize anon, I just saw this ask in my box.

I don't know how Colby feels about Abbey house sitting for them and taking pics in their yard (and possibly in front of their mantle) while she's there, so I won't even speculate on that.

I would hope that nobody would be allowed in their house if all three residents of said house were not ok with it, because that's some disrespectful shit to pull on roommates...but who the hell knows anymore.

I will say that I'm glad Colby finally got a bed so he can at least hibernate in comfort and style. 🤣

I will also say (unrelated to this ask, but i need to get it off my chest) that I don't know what kind of hack interior designer they hired, but the common areas of their home look like a carbon copy of Sam's 2019 apartment- and that is not a compliment.

Please may I request # 29 on the soulmate prompt list with Din pretty please?

Im getting bounty Hunter vibes for that prompt 🥰💗

I got this prompt from a few different anons, so thank you all! I hope this does it justice. I feel like this could easily be fleshed out into a longer, slow burn relationship fic, but as I'm only doing dabbles it got a bit condensed. I hope you like it! Also, I did no editing - sorry lol Soulmate AU prompt list here can be found here!

Din Djarin x Bounty!Reader Soulmate AU where you cannot say your soulmate's name.

The first thing you noticed about the man was that he was a Mandalorian. How could you not, when he seemed to be more shining beskar than man? The second thing you noticed was that he was a bounty hunter, which was terribly unfortunate and led to your third realization: He was there for you.

You tried to slip out the back door of the cantina, thinking there was no way the large, clanging metal man could sneak up on you. You’d been wrong. You gave chase, because who wouldn’t, but damn he was good. He caught up to you like it was nothing, wrapped some kind of grappling line around your ankles, and dragged you across the ground right back to him.

You stared up at him, breathing heavily. He made no move and with that helmet you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He’d caught you. Fighting at this point wouldn’t make him go any easier on you.

“Now what, Mando?” You sighed, giving in.

“Done running, Bounty?” He asked.

“Can’t seem to get away now.” You joked dryly, letting your head fall back on the dirt behind you.

Something heavy hit the ground next to you, dusting up the dirt in a small cloud. You turned, seeing a pair of binders.

“Put those on.” He ordered.

You did as you were told, securing the restraints on your wrists. Before you could ask for his next command, he released the line from your ankles, grabbed you by the wrists, and hauled you up to standing.

“Ship’s this way.” Was all he said as he pushed you forward.

He was a man of few words, this Mandalorian. You tried to make small talk on the way to his ship, but he rarely responded. If you were lucky, you got a grunt that may indicate a negative or positive response to your question. You let it be, again trying to stay on his good side.

It wasn’t even until you got back to his ship and he led you towards the carbon freezing unit to the back of the ship that you started to fuss.

“Look, I’ve cooperated. I came willingly. Once you caught me, I’ve done everything you said… you don’t have to do this.” You pled. You’d heard awful stories of hibernation sickness. You had no idea how long he planned to keep you in there or just how sick you would get when you came out. “I-I can clean, I can cook… please, I’ll behave just don’t freeze me.”

His helmet titled to the side. You assumed he was considering the offer. Eventually he walked away. You wondered for a moment if you were supposed to follow him or not, but eventually you did. He handed you a rag, a small pot that smelled of citrus, and removed his pauldrons.

“Shine those.” He ordered, turning towards the ladder to the cockpit.

You sat there dumbly for a moment before your brain kicked in. He was giving you a chance.

You shined them the best you could with your hands still restrained, which honestly was a damn fine job if you said so yourself. When he came down to check on you, after putting the ship in hyperdrive, he nodded in approval.

“Sleep. I’ll probably freeze you tomorrow, aruetii.” He warned.

The days went on like this. Every day, he would give you a task and every day you would complete it. After a few days, he even took the binders off while he was awake, replacing them when it was time to sleep or if he was leaving the ship. Every night he said the same thing.

“I’ll likely freeze you tomorrow, bounty.”

He never did.

“I’ll likely freeze you tomorrow, cyare.”

You travelled with him, waiting behind as he captured more bounties. Slowly the back room filled with carbonite-frozen criminals, the threat always looming.

“I’ll likely freeze you tomorrow, mesh’la.”

Day after day, until the last chit was tracked, captured and frozen. The only thing left to do was return to the guild and turn them in. You expected him to say something new on the eve of your arrival on Nevarro. Something about turning you in or a thank you for the help you’d been around the ship. However, you weren’t expecting him to say what he did.

“Good night, mesh’la.”

That was all. No threat of freezing, no mention of your destination or what he would do to you when you arrived. Just good night and one of those stupid Mando’an words he knew you didn’t understand. You assuredly did not have a good night, tossing and turning with the proverbial sword hanging over your head. You had no idea what would become of you the next day.

You were sitting in the cockpit with him when he brought the ship out of hyperdrive. Hands twisting in your lap as you nervously watched the incoming planet. When the anticipation grew too strong, you finally asked..

“What are you going to do with me, Mando?”

He was silent for a moment. If not for the subtle tilt of his helmet you’d grown so used to, you would have thought he didn’t hear you at all.

“Din.” He replied.

“Huh?”

“Din. That is my name.”

You paused in confusion. Obviously not an answer to your question at all, what were you supposed to do with that information?

“Why are you telling me?”

“Because what happens on that planet is up to you, cyare.”

You waited for fim to explain, but of course he didn’t. “Since when do you speak in riddles?! Just tell me!” You cried, thinking it was unbelievably cruel of him to play with your fate like this.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“My name.

“D-” you couldn’t.

You physically couldn’t. You pushed, mouthing the word before trying to add your voice but nothing came out. It was like the word didn’t exist.

“I can’t.” You admitted. Din nodded his head once, still looking ahead as he piloted the ship closer to Nevarro.

“You can’t say mine either.” It was a statement, not a question. Your mind was finally snapping the pieces into place. “That’s why all the nicknames. The Mando’a.”

He nodded again.

“So we’re…”

Another nod.

You were so confused. How long had he known? Why hadn’t he told you? Was this some sick game to him?

His metallic voice snapped you out of your thoughts when the planet was much closer. “I can land on the other side of the planet. There’s an outpost there, I can give you some credits. You can earn the rest and get a ride wherever you’d like. Or, you can hide in my bunk while I offload the bounties.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. Emotions were swirling through you faster than you could pick one to settle on. Anger, embarrassment, worry, fear-

“And then what?”

“Whatever we want, I suppose.”

You contemplated the offer. The man had captured you, held you on his ship, lied to you the whole time - you could hardly see the beskar through the red flags - but also during that time, you had gotten more than accustomed to him.

“No freezing?” You asked with a hopeful grin.

You barely recognized the sound of Din chuckling under his helmet. It was a sound you could get used to.

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An Accidental Discovery Hints at a Hidden Population of Cosmic Objects Brown dwarfs aren’t quite stars and aren’t quite planets, and a new study suggests there might be more of them lurking in our galaxy than scientists previously thought. A new study offers a tantalizing explanation for how a peculiar cosmic object called WISEA J153429.75-104303.3 – nicknamed “The Accident” – came to be. The Accident is a brown dwarf. Though they form like stars, these objects don’t have enough mass to kickstart nuclear fusion, the process that causes stars to shine. And while brown dwarfs sometimes defy characterization, astronomers have a good grasp on their general characteristics. Or they did, until they found this one. The Accident got its name after being discovered by sheer luck. It slipped past normal searches because it doesn’t resemble any of the just over 2,000 brown dwarfs that have been found in our galaxy so far. As brown dwarfs age, they cool off, and their brightness in different wavelengths of light changes. It’s not unlike how some metals, when heated, go from bright white to deep red as they cool. The Accident confused scientists because it was faint in some key wavelengths, suggesting it was very cold (and old), but bright in others, indicating a higher temperature. “This object defied all our expectations,” said Davy Kirkpatrick, an astrophysicist at IPAC at Caltech in Pasadena, California. He and his co-authors posit in their new study, appearing in the Astrophysical Journal Letters, that The Accident might be 10 billion to 13 billion years old – at least double the median age of other known brown dwarfs. That means it would have formed when our galaxy was much younger and had a different chemical makeup. If that’s the case, there are likely many more of these ancient brown dwarfs lurking in our galactic neighborhood. A Peculiar Profile The Accident was first spotted by NASA’s Near-Earth Object Wide-Field Infrared Survey Explorer (NEOWISE), launched in 2009 under the moniker WISE and managed by NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California. Because brown dwarfs are relatively cool objects, they radiate mostly infrared light, or wavelengths longer than what the human eye can see. To figure out how The Accident could have such seemingly contradictory properties – some suggesting it is very cold, others indicating it is much warmer – the scientists needed more information. So they observed it in additional infrared wavelengths with a ground-based telescope at the W. M. Keck Observatory in Hawaii. But the brown dwarf appeared so faint in those wavelengths, they couldn’t detect it at all, apparently confirming their suggestion that it was very cold. They next set out to determine if the dimness resulted from The Accident being farther than expected from Earth. But that wasn’t the case, according to precise distance measurements by NASA’s Hubble and Spitzer Space Telescopes. Having determined the object’s distance – about 50 light-years from Earth – the team realized that it is moving fast – about half a million miles per hour (800,000 kph). That’s much faster than all other brown dwarfs known to be at this distance from Earth, which means it has probably been careening around the galaxy for a long time, encountering massive objects that accelerate it with their gravity. With a mound of evidence suggesting The Accident is extremely old, the researchers propose that its strange properties aren’t strange at all and that they may be a clue to its age. When the Milky Way formed about 13.6 billion years ago, it was composed almost entirely of hydrogen and helium. Other elements, like carbon, formed inside stars; when the most massive stars exploded as supernovae, they scattered the elements throughout the galaxy. Methane, composed of hydrogen and carbon, is common in most brown dwarfs that have a temperature similar to The Accident. But The Accident’s light profile suggests it contains very little methane. Like all molecules, methane absorbs specific wavelengths of light, so a methane-rich brown dwarf would be dim in those wavelengths. The Accident, by contrast, is bright in those wavelengths, which could indicate low levels of methane. Thus, the light profile of The Accident could match that of a very old brown dwarf that formed when the galaxy was still carbon poor; very little carbon at formation means very little methane in its atmosphere today. “It’s not a surprise to find a brown dwarf this old, but it is a surprise to find one in our backyard,” said Federico Marocco, an astrophysicist at IPAC at Caltech who led the new observations using the Keck and Hubble telescopes. “We expected that brown dwarfs this old exist, but we also expected them to be incredibly rare. The chance of finding one so close to the solar system could be a lucky coincidence, or it tells us that they’re more common than we thought.” A Lucky Accident To find more ancient brown dwarfs like The Accident – if they’re out there – researchers might have to change how they search for these objects. The Accident was discovered by citizen scientist Dan Caselden, who was using an online program he built to find brown dwarfs in NEOWISE data. The sky is full of objects that radiate infrared light; by and large, these objects appear to remain fixed in the sky, due to their great distance from Earth. But because brown dwarfs are so faint, they are visible only when they’re relatively close to Earth, and that means scientists can observe them moving across the sky over months or years. (NEOWISE maps the entire sky about once every six months.) Caselden’s program attempted to remove the stationary infrared objects (like distant stars) from the NEOWISE maps and highlight moving objects that had similar characteristics to known brown dwarfs. He was looking at one such brown dwarf candidate when he spotted another, much fainter object moving quickly across the screen. This would turn out to be WISEA J153429.75-104303.3, which hadn’t been highlighted because it did not match the program’s profile of a brown dwarf. Caselden caught it by accident. “This discovery is telling us that there’s more variety in brown dwarf compositions than we’ve seen so far,” said Kirkpatrick. “There are likely more weird ones out there, and we need to think about how to look for them.” More About the Missions Launched in 2009, the WISE spacecraft was placed into hibernation in 2011 after completing its primary mission. In September 2013, NASA reactivated the spacecraft with the primary goal of scanning for near-Earth objects, or NEOs, and the mission and spacecraft were renamed NEOWISE. JPL, a division of Caltech, managed and operated WISE for NASA’s Science Mission Directorate (SMD). The mission was selected competitively under NASA’s Explorers Program managed by the agency’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. NEOWISE is a project of JPL, a division of Caltech, and the University of Arizona, supported by NASA’s Planetary Defense Coordination Office. TOP IMAGE....This mosaic shows the entire sky imaged by the Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE). Infrared light refers to wavelengths that are longer than those visible to the human eye. Many cosmic objects radiate infrared, including gas and dust clouds where stars form, and brown dwarfs. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA CENTRE IMAGE....Can you see the dark spot moving in the bottom left corner of the screen? It’s a brown dwarf nicknamed “The Accident,” which was discovered by citizen scientist Dan Caselden. It had slipped past typical searches because it doesn’t look like any other known brown dwarfs. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Dan Caselden LOWER IMAGE....Brown dwarfs share certain characteristics with both stars and planets. Generally, they are less massive than stars and more massive than planets. A brown dwarf becomes a star if its core pressure gets high enough to start nuclear fusion, the process that causes stars to shine. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech BOTTOM IMAGE....This artist’s illustration shows a dim, cold brown dwarf in space. Brown dwarfs form like stars, but do not have enough mass to ignite nuclear fusion in their cores – the process that causes stars to burn. As a result they share some physical characteristics with massive planets, like Jupiter. Credit: IPAC/Caltech

Guess whaaaat... Another OC! 

This is Moko Va. Her description is kinda OP and confusing/complicated if you don’t know her background story, but this post will just focus on her physical design. Also this post is crazy long, so buckle up. 

First off, I only focused on her lekku, face and montrals markings, and eyes for this drawing, so I didn't draw details like clothes and proper autonomy. Now on to the character description! Species: Togruta, Twi'lek, Mirialan, Zabrak, and Kage hybrid (I'll explain later ((but probably not in this post)). Like I said, It's complicated). Autonomy: Her montrals and body, including the montrals and lekku markings, come from togruta DNA. Golden eyes come from Kage DNA. Face and body markings (excluding the lekku and montrals) are Zabrak. The lekku autonomy is a bit complicated. They're shaped and marked like togruta head tails but function like Twi'lek lekku. You'll need to understand the difference between lekku and head tails, so check out the second picture up top. Because the lekku are built like and function like a twi'lek's, they're not stiff and inflexible like a togruta's head tails. They are made of strong muscle just like a twi'lek and are almost always suspended out and around her to feel what's around her. Her blindness: My original train of thought that led to this character design was the random thought of "What would happen if you kept your eyes open during carbon freezing?" If you notice, everyone we've ever seen frozen in carbon has their eyes shut tight, probably as a natural reflex. But what would happen if you kept your eyes open? We know carbon sickness leaves you temporarily blind, but getting your eyeballs frozen would surely leave some pretty severe permanent damage. Well, Moko put it to the test (not on purpose of course). Coming out of hibernation, she was completely blind, but after the carbon sickness wore off, her sight did not return. She can see differences in light and shadow, so she can tell when the lights have been turned on or off, but that's pretty much it. But, all hope is not lost! And before you say, "I bet she's force sensitive or has Force sight like Kanan and Chirrut," no. No, she is not Force sensitive. That whole super-powered blind person trope is overdone, no matter how much I enjoy it. Montrals use: "...Montrals were hollow, cone-like horns that sprouted from the top of the Togruta's skulls. They formed an extrasensory organ capable of sensing the movement of physical objects around them within a scope of up to 25 meters (82 feet)." "Togruta had the ability to sense the proximity and movement of physical objects around them by means of their hollow montrals, which detected space ultrasonically." Lekku use: Lekku are very sensitive to touch, so I was thinking she would keep them suspended around her, feeling for obstacles and such while her hands were free to do whatever, so they kinda looked like these cool tentacles floating around her, ya know. And yeah, she could use a cane, but where is the fun in that (no offense to anyone who uses a cane, ya'll are still cool)? We don't see this very often, if at all, but lekku are prehensile, which means "(chiefly of an animal's limb or tail) capable of grasping." So I plan to use that to its full extent with this character. Extra details: We know montrals can pick up movement, but can they pick up stationary objects? If so, that's fine, but if not, I think she would make some sort of clicking sound, probably with her tongue, to make sounds bounce off objects, echolocation style. And because her montrals are specifically for echolocation, I think she's got a pretty dang good view of things using this method. Point is, nature has well equipped her to deal with being blind. Communication with Osha: Spoilers, Moko and Osha meet! But we run into some problems. Moko can't see what Osha is signing, and Osha can't hear what Moko is saying. Osha can write stuff down on her speech pad, and Moko can understand her that way, but Moko can't write a response, so communication is pretty one-sided. And before ya'll say lip-reading: #1 Lip reading is only about 45% accurate and hella exhausting for the person doing the reading. #2 Osha was raised learning Ryl, not basic. Ryle has some lekku movement and hand sign elements and Osha can lip-read some Ryle, and even speak some since she grew up with it, but she can't speak or lip-read basic or really anything else. But Bhay, being the beautiful bay that he is, does his best to translate for Osha. Yay! You read this far! Wow, you must be bored if you made it all the way down here. Well, I hope you are intrigued by this character and want to know more about Moko and her backstory, but if not, I hope at least you learned something new! Thanks!

hello, tis I, Essay Anon.

I am dead in a ditch at the moment due to the lore.

First of all? Ranboo how dare you not answer the question of whether it hurts for his character to piss. I already went down the rabbit hole of trying to understand enderman biology*, but then you say "It hurts for me to cry!" . DOES IT HURT FOR YOU TO HAVE SALIVA??? TO SWEAT??? YOU MUST ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS RANBOO AND SAY IT HURTS FOR YOU TO PISS YOU COWARD--

Second of all;

Bruh. Ghostbur. You are mad sus right now chief.

Geniunely can't tell if I'm just being a insane conspiracy theorist and looking for details that don't matter, but this Casper wannabe has me on edge.

Ghostbur's Invitations he was supposed to hand out going missing??????

Glattbur. Literally what the fuck was that about.

Ghostbur saying he thinks red is nice????

Ghostbur can hibernate???

I know it is probably a excuse as for Wilbur taking a break and what not, but I DO NOT TRUST LIKE THAT- I'VE GOT MY EYES ON YOU, YOU STRANGE DYE DISPENSING SALMON LICKER

(*in conclusion to that, I do not understand. Best thing I could come up with is the high possibility of enderman not being a carbon life form and probably being like cacti, where they only need a little amount of water to live but too much kills them. Yes I tried to dissect and biologically understand a species that doesn't exist in real life.)

“I’m dead in a ditch at the moment due to lore” really is just the vibe on this blog, huh

Ghostbur has always been sus. I love him so much but he went “I like red :)” and I somehow physically performed an eye zoom to look at him. I love him so much and I do not trust him as far as I could throw him.

I saw a good post talking about how none of this is out of character for him; he’s always been sus, always played devil’s advocate, always existed in this sort of meta space, and I love that but I will be fighting a ghost in the McPuffy’s parking lot.

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Prompt Filled: Defeated & Trophified

Fandom: Star Wars

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He’s not exactly conscious for most of the flight to Rodia. To be honest, he fades in and out over the course of a couple hours. When he finally comes most of the way back to himself, what’s left of his suit has been shorn off entirely and he’s strapped half-naked to a hovergurney, being pushed along under a cold, dark ceiling, cast in dim orange light by something in the floors.

Whatever’s at the end of this probably isn’t going to be good, Greedo thinks. 

(He’s right, of course.)

After some time, they at last reach their destination, wherever that is. There are bright lights up above, and mechanical armatures, and lots and lots of tubing and what looks like a giant crane arm. It’s cold here, Greedo realizes - he tastes the bitter freeze on his tongue with every breath, feels it burn against his skin, cutting right through the rough canvas trousers his captors have “generously” provided for him.

He shivers, big eyes rolling in their sockets, trying to take in his surroundings. A circle of shadowy figures lines the room - all Rodian. He recognizes the cut of their armor, the smug, sadistic glint in their eyes.

Chattzas!

He’s about to suck in the breath to offer them some choice words when a hand seizes the nub of his chin, turning his head sharply to the left. Whatever confidence he’s managed to summon evaporates like water on a hot vaporator under the gaze of a tall Rodian in full Grand Protector’s battle-armor, a thick splash of red running across his face. 

Not blood, no. A birthmark. The one which lent Navik the Red his sobriquet.

Greedo gulps, blinking through what he hopes is a tranq-induced hallucination. His heart hammers in his chest as Rodia’s military dictator twists his face this way and that, peering down at him disdainfully - as if he were scum Navik had picked out from between his teeth, or a fat thistlenit pressed to a oily smear under the heel of his jackboot. The thought of being looked down upon so casually would have made Greedo’s blood boil - if the Butcher of Clans himself wasn’t holding him between his thumb and forefinger.

It’s ironic. All his life, Greedo has been trying to be a big man - on good days he even believes that he is that big, and it’s just that nobody else has noticed yet.

He doesn’t feel very big at all right now. He feels very, very small.

Navik the Red muses aloud as he inspects his captive: “With the benefit of hindsight, I see now that I was, if anything, too hasty in prosecuting the Clan Wars of my ascendant youth. Had I sooner realized realized that my victory were inevitable I might have perhaps kept the clarity of vision to allow a more… impressive specimen of Tetsu Clan to survive the hunt, in expectation of this day. Your father, perhaps, as dangerous as his skill made him to my plans. That I might remember them by their best, as opposed to reducing myself to sifting through the… leftovers.”

Greedo has not thought about his father in many years. It was his father that had made him want to be a great hunter. If he’d known this was the kind of attention it would get him, he would have made himself into something much more boring, like a banker or a grocer.

“I suppose it matters little in the end,” Navik shrugs, throwing Greedo’s chin roughly away. “When the new Clans see your sad, misbegotten shape hanging from my wall, your pedigree will be irrelevant. The tales of the Tetsus’ culling are legacy enough to justify your presence among my trophies.” 

Greedo’s tongue is fat and dry in his mouth; he does not speak. If he could he’d say something stupid and obvious, like: Trophies? What trophies?

“Your agony shall be exquisite, my young kybuck,” the butcher leers, leaning in closer. “Like a fly preserved in amber. Entombed alive, forever.

“At the moment when you pass so deep into hibernation that you finally succumb to braindeath, remember that your example will bring much pleasure to myself and my court, and take solace in that as your final thought escapes you.”

Oh, gods. Jabba’s nothing compared to this. This is cruelty that grows out from the marrow.

What in the galaxy is going to happen to him?

Chuckling, Navik the Red sighs pleasantly as he straightens. He nods to the guards stewarding the gurney. “Put him in.”

Greedo hears latches clicking, feels the straps around his body loosening. For a blessed, desperate moment, he thinks he remembers what freedom feels like.

Then the table pivots, throwing him roughly onto his hands and knees on the floor, in the center of a durasteel platform ringed by grated deck panels backlit in smoky orange. A carbon freezing chamber, it finally clicks, that’s what this is - and no sooner does he remember than the platform he’s sitting on begin to descend into the pit below him.

Okay, don’t panic, something in his brain whispers urgently. I know this looks bad, but this is the part where you spring into action and blast your way out of here!

So what do I do? Greedo forces his way up onto bare feet, shivering, whimpering. What do I do? What do I do what do I do?

Uhhhhh, the voice says. Good question.

Freezing cold geysers erupt from all sides. It is his last conscious thought.

---

For a time, he is hung proudly among other trophies in Navik the Red’s grim collection, headquartered in Eanca Goa-Ato, the Grand Protector’s Guild Hall, for the viewing pleasure of both his subjects and his sycophants.

There, in the Awards Hall, his slab occupies a space on the wall between a huge taxidermied ghest and an even larger Kwazel Maw beast. A holoplaque helpfully informs visitors that they are witnessing “The Last Tetsu” - in permanent captivity. Knowing their Grand Protector’s reputation, few question the veracity of such an authoritative statement - and even fewer show sympathy for the wretched creature frozen in carbonite before so many watchful Chattza eyes.

If any do at all, Greedo certainly wouldn’t know, even with his eyes open  - a glaze of gray solidified over them before they could blink, likewise trapping the rest of his body in the position it had taken just before the flash-freezing bath could finish hardening. His hands ended up at the level of his chest, palms out, like a man caught on the wrong end of a stick-up; his face is contorted in a permanent grimace of fear.

Here he’ll hang until Navik grows bored of him and transfers him to one of his unmarked holding vaults on Scipio with the rest of whatever gruesome treasures he’s hoarded away, or until hibernation can sustain him no longer and he stops thinking.

Until then, and even after, Greedo is alone with his thoughts and nightmares - forever.

lovin’ on repeat series: dance, baby! ➛ l.dh

genre: some fluff, mainly angst, college!au, jealousy, comedy, gender neutral reader

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

word count: 2,710 words

warning(s): some swearing, drinking

summary: donghyuck was less than happy when his good friend and local hotshot, named na jaemin, dragged him out of his dorm room and to one of his frat parties of his. however, when he catches sight of you, dancing without a worry in the world and laughing with your friends, he realizes that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to go, after all.

note: hi guys!!! hope u enjoy this fic based off of the song dance, baby! by boy pablo. I love that song by him so much, and I feel like it would fit hyuck the best with how upbeat the song is!! I hope you guys are still looking forward to the other member’s fics, and please let me know if you guys enjoyed this fic of mine :-)

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lee donghyuck had no idea what he was doing here. well, that was actually a complete lie, if he was being honest. his hotshot friend, named na jaemin, had dragged him to his frat party after donghyuck had cooped himself up in his dorm room after failing one of his chemistry tests. don’t even get him started on his professor for that class, he honestly hated his professor’s guts (and everything relating to science, too). he may have shed a few tears after failing that test since it was around 20% of his entire grade, and he barely even had a B in that class, so if he ended up failing that class his parents were going to whoop his ass (and no, he wasn’t being dramatic. his parents would kill him if he failed another science class again).

but besides his dramatic retelling of failing his chemistry test, his friend had still somehow convinced him to dress up a little nice and attend his frat party to brighten up his mood. donghyuck had doubted that going to one of jaemin’s disgusting frat parties would remotely do anything to brighten up his already sour mood. failing the test was one thing, but spilling his entire drink of boba on himself and his stylish outfit was another thing that made him just want to scream out at the universe. however, he would definitely get room complaints and his roommate would have a huge fit if he did so, and he, therefore, let out all of his aggravation by playing rounds and rounds of Overwatch until jaemin dragged him out of his despair (and his dorm room).

jaemin even had the nerve to just throw clothes at him and told him to “try them on and see if you can make a decent enough outfit to woo somebody with tonight.” donghyuck loved his friend, he really did, but tonight he just wanted to bodyslam jaemin down until they reach the core of the earth. alright, he admits that that idea is a little too extreme, but who says he can’t make that idea a reality? he can just hear renjun now, saying his idea is ridiculous until he finally gives in and decides to help donghyuck bodyslam jaemin together.

coming back to reality, though, donghyuck was standing in the corner of the living room awkwardly, holding a cup full of coca-cola as he people-watched while occasionally taking a sip of his carbonated drink. he’s been at the party for about an hour and a half now, and even though it was entertaining to eavesdrop into others conversations and learn all the gossip about michael cheating on his girlfriend with another girl named jessica, but after a while, it began to bore him. even worse, he couldn’t locate jaemin after jaemin had walked right into his frat house with donghyuck by his side, and within 15 minutes, his dear best friend was nowhere to be found. this wasn’t unusual, however, because whenever donghyuck attended one of his friend’s frat parties, jaemin would go missing under 20 minutes, probably smooth-talking anyone who showed the least amount of interest in him.

the music playing wasn’t that great either, it was some shitty pop radio that someone had searched up on Spotify. donghyuck didn’t have anything against pop music, by the way, but the songs that were just playing right now were… horrendous, to say the least. they made him want to plug his ears for the rest of the night and just blast his playlist all night.

oh, did he mention that it was night yet? well, it was around midnight already, and he was doing his best to fight back his sleepiness with his soda. staying up wasn’t that rare for him, in fact, he almost did it every night with how much college was kicking his ass and how playing video games would help him just chill out. also, it didn’t help his sleep deprivation when his roommate was a hardcore gamer, too, and the two of them would stay up until 3 am playing Overwatch numerous nights of the week.

although the party almost was boring him to death right now, almost enough to make him just walk out of the front door and head back to his dorm to play more video games, he couldn't find it in himself to do so when he caught sight of you.

you were standing in the middle of the living room, conversing with your friends with a red solo cup in your hand with a dazzling smile shown on your lips. he was starstruck as he watched you from afar, his eyes never leaving your figure as you start to slowly sway your hips to the song playing. he suddenly became self-conscious of what he was wearing, and he looks down at himself to see his black and white plaid flannel, white graphic tee, dark ripped jeans, and dark cherry red Doc Martens. well, he didn't look too shabby, he thought to himself before taking a sip of his drink to find that his cup was empty.

shit, the only way to get to the kitchen was to pass by you and the 50 other people who were dancing like their life depended on it. doing parkour would be easier than this shit, he thought to himself before sighing and making his way towards your direction. he couldn't find it in himself to walk up to you, say at least a greeting or a small "hi" before he finally reaches the kitchen. he frowns and scrunches his nose as the smell of alcohol fills his senses, and he could never understand why people his age liked getting drunk so much until they couldn’t even speak properly.

he shakes his head at the thought and fills his solo cup to the brim with coca-cola, and he takes a big gulp of it to make sure he doesn't end up spilling his drink all over the floor by accident. however, that almost happens when he chokes on his drink when he hears someone whisper in his ear: "woo anybody yet?"

he turns to his left to be met with jaemin, the one who had abandoned him to go make out with someone, which was quite evident from the red lipstick marks on his neck and how his lips look more red than usual. he takes note at how messed up jaemin's pink locks are, and rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. "no, I haven't 'wooed' anybody yet unlike you, jaem."

jaemin chuckles as he clinks his cup with donghyuck before taking a long swig of his drink. donghyuck did not doubt that there was some sort of alcohol in that cup, as jaemin would occasionally stumble a bit over his own 2 feet. "damn right I did. you should've seen her, man. she was all over me, and she was such a great kisser, too, oh my gosh. I just had to come over here and tell you about it." he boasts, and donghyuck can see his cheeks lightly turn pink as he rambles on about his little make out.

"...well? what happened to the girl?"

jaemin’s face slightly falls after donghyuck asks that question. "oh. I said something about exchanging numbers and eventually going on a date and scared her off. once I said that she quickly made an excuse as to why she had to leave and ran off."

donghyuck laughs as he leans against the counter beside jaemin, his eyes wandering back over to where you were to see a guy making his way up to you. his breath hitches as he watches him snake an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer beside him. donghyuck zones in on the both of you, and he hate how he can feeling jealousy pool into his veins the longer he stares down the guy beside you, and if it wasn’t for jaemin waving a hand in donghyuck’s face and saying “earth to donghyuck?” a thousand times, he would’ve been in a trance for hours.

he shakes his head as jaemin furrows his eyebrows at his friend’s suspicious behavior, and takes it upon himself to see what was up. his eyes settle on a tall, dark-haired guy with his arm wrapped around someone, and he lets out a little “oh” and the sight. he swivels around to face donghyuck with a teasing grin on his face, and this is another reason as to why donghyuck just wants to leave this disaster of a party. “well... does little hyuck have a crush on someone? hm~?” he scoots closer next to his friend, whose face resembled a tomato with how flustered he was right now.

he swats away at his friend’s hand that was pinching his cheek, rolling his eyes once again at his friend’s antics and poking his tongue onto the inside of his cheek. “well, thanks for giving me another reason to go back and hibernate in my dorm room for the night, jaem. now if you excuse me, I’m leaving now. see ya.”

he takes a step towards the entrance before jaemin’s arm is latched onto his. “wait! hyuck, I’ll help you get their attention. come here.” he insists and places both of his hands on donghyuck’s shoulders before jaemin leads him in your direction.

donghyuck’s eyes go wide at how persistent jaemin was, and he whispers: “no, jaem, stop it. that guy is still right there beside them.” however, jaemin is too focused on getting donghyuck to woo someone tonight, especially someone who he’s attracted to, and doesn’t process his words until the two of them are standing close by you.

“ahem.” jaemin clears his throat, and donghyuck wants to just disappear right then and there as your head turns towards him and jaemin, and the guy beside you practically glares down at him and donghyuck as his arm slightly tightens around your shoulder. your eyes meet jaemin before glancing over to donghyuck, and you’re temporarily awestruck by how his eyes seemed to glimmer when the two of you met eyes. it takes you a minute to realize that that’s not what you’re here for, to be drawn to any guy that has a fashion sense and is pretty attractive. you didn’t have the time in your busy schedule to fawn over boys who would just steal your heart and run away with it.

“yes?” you question, an eyebrow raised as your eyes gloss over donghyuck’s facial features and the prominent eyebrow piercing that seemed to make him even more attractive than before. you momentarily forget that the guy that you’ve been romantically talking to is standing right by your side, his left arm possessively wrapped around your shoulder. your friends are having their own fun somewhere else, feeling bored after these two random guys came up to you and ruined the party for them. however, you knew that if they gave these two guys a chance, they would fall head over heels for them. both of them were your friends type, and even though that may be the case, it seemed that one of the guys only had eyes for you.

jaemin nudges donghyuck, and you hold back a smile as you see the dark-haired boy roll his eyes at his friend, clearly annoyed at what situation his friend had involved him in right now. “well, my friend over here, named donghyuck, has been eyeing you all night, so I think it’s safe to say that he has the hots for you. I mean, I even caught him in the act earlier! he wouldn’t stop staring at you with hearts in his eyes–”

jaemin is interrupted with a swift jab to the side of his stomach from donghyuck’s elbow, and he doubles over as donghyuck gives you a small smile. “well, if you’ll excuse us two, I will be escorting this pretty boy back to the kitchen so he can sober up.” he gives you and the intimidating guy beside you a nod before wrapping jaemin’s arm around his shoulder and lugging him back to the kitchen. you watch as he does so, your eyes never leaving his figure as some of you hoped that he would actually ask you to dance with him.

“jaem, did you just lose your fucking mind back there?! what the fuck were you planning to happen when you told them that?!” donghyuck whisper-shouts to jaemin when the two of them are back in the kitchen, making sure he’s out of your sight as he turns his back towards you. although he was mildly upset at how jaemin basically exposed his thoughts about you right in front of your face, he was also the tiniest amount of hopeful that you would come barging in here to get to know him more. however, that isn’t likely to happen as donghyuck glances back in your direction, to see you laughing up a storm with the tall guy beside you.

he can feel his heart clench in hurt and disappointment as he turns back to jaemin, just to see that his friend has abandoned him once again this evening. of course, he wasn’t really surprised at the fact that jaemin had disappeared as soon as he had gotten a hold of him, but he just wished that at least one of his other good friends were here. like jeno, who would just joke around for hours and maybe even attempt to try a kegstand. he was always the life of the party, and everyone would seem attracted to him like magnets wherever he would be.

donghyuck yawns as he taps on his phone, checking the time once again to see that an entire hour had gone by. it also didn’t help that he had another reason to leave the party, which was because of his failed interaction with you earlier. he had only spoken one sentence to you during that entire interaction earlier, and he honestly just wanted to slap himself in the face at how awkward he could be around attractive people sometimes. at this rate, all he wanted to do was distract himself and his terrible ability to flirt with people by playing rounds and rounds of Overwatch until he eventually passed out.

before leaving, he makes sure to fill up his blue solo cup up until the brim with coca cola one last time, and also makes the mistake of glancing back over at you to see you all cozied up with the guy from earlier. he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised, honestly, but he can’t help but to hang his head down on his walk all the way back from the frat party back to his dorm room.

that night, although he was busying himself with playing Overwatch and drinking red bulls until his head spun, he still couldn’t help himself from replaying different scenarios in his head if he had actually asked you to dance with him. would you have been cocky? teasing? frivolous, maybe? he can imagine your elated expression as he busts out some terrible dance moves, and he can almost hear what your laugh would sound like in his head. he hated that he actually blushed at the thought of how beautiful your laugh would sound to his ears, and he proceeds to log off of his computer before burying himself underneath his covers.

that was the one and only chance he had to ask you to dance, because every night after that eventful night that he had decided to attend jaemin’s frat parties, you were never to be seen. even when he tried searching for you, walking in and out of every room more than once, he could never find you after that night, and even though donghyuck expected many things, this wasn’t one of them.

every night after he had gotten back underneath his covers after partying until unholy hours of the night, he would always remember how he failed to ask you, the only person who he was remotely interested in, to dance with him and forget all of your worries together. he was really an idiot, he thought to himself every night before he drifted off to sleep.