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bohbot9000 · 1 year

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Nearly finished

#3d print #3d printing #star wars #diy #droid #8d8 #the mandalorian

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 1 year

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THAT ONE TIME NOOTHGRUSH WROTE A SONG ABOUT THE GALAXY'S MOST INFAMOUS TORTURE DROID.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on 8D8 as he appeared in "STAR WARS: Episode VI -- Return of the Jedi," also spelled Atedeeate, was an 8D smelter droid manufactured by the Verpine Roche hive, and who was later completely reprogrammed to serve as a dedicated torturer of both droids and organics.

[VERSE 1]:

"Free from the shackles and the double suns, the torture droid scopes out a new domain. Millenia pass and its search goes on for a planet on which to create a world of pain. It spies a sphere, number three of nine, filled with so much life to be enslaved. Unsuspecting, the creatures below are in for a punishment from which they cannot be saved.

[VERSE 2]:

These creatures think they have technology and try to thwart this new robotic plague. With angry screams and glowing eyes, the anti-hero is thrown into a rage. It sends more troops to enslave the world; machines of which the creatures never could have dreamed. As the superscience defeats the beings, the droid delights in hearing their tortured screams.

[END]:

Torn to failure (x2)!! torn to failure, burned into ash, the enemy hesitates, but still we come in last. Man's last hope is to fall."

-- "8D8" (1994) by NOOTHGRUSH

Source: https://l-hit.com/en/1341249.

Source #2: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/8D8/Legends.

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thirsty-boba-fett-posts · 1 year

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Part IV of a fic that needs a name and, if we’re being honest with each other, a bit more direction. Eventual smut, but apparently I like a slow burn and lots of character development.

Parts I, II, and III are all available should you need them. I hope this fic finds the audience who needs it the most.

tw: rather large arachnids, misogyny, objectification, trauma, erotic longing, Daddy kink (if you squint)

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She got along well with all manner of animals, domestic and otherwise, so what transpired when the small contingent of diplomatic emissaries, ministers plenipotentiaries, and a dull-eyed prince arrived should not have surprised Daimyo Fett.

The Princess was less inclined to wander than when he’d first met her on Brao, so after a few weeks Fett left her to her own devices. She still accompanied him into town with Fennec and the Gamorreans, but otherwise she was free to do as she liked. The Princess and Drash became fast friends, as he suspected they would. Drash was ill-suited to be the handmaiden of a princess, but that was just as well. What The Princess needed was a partner in crime. When he heard them giggling together, he was reminded how young she was and he felt a pang of guilt for finding her so attractive.

The contingent arrived at midday, hailing from The Princess’ home system - the neighboring planet Tilmov from which the system took its name. Fett, having spent the morning receiving tributes and hearing grievances, had seen neither hide nor hair of The Princess when 8D8 announced the names and ranks of each member of the pompous little flock of politicians and royalty. Somehow, Fett knew this was about her.

Fennec snorted audibly when Minister Plenipotentiary Sanroinov made the offer. In exchange for The Princess’ hand in marriage (as if it was Fett’s to give) there would be a surprisingly hefty dowry and a treaty with the acting Prime Minister of Brao absolving her of her father’s crimes and thus the death penalty.

“LEP,” Fett called to the ratcatcher droid. “Fetch the princess. Have her come to the throne room.”

Her fancy-bred tooka, having taken to Fennec, sauntered lazily into the throne room and made his way to her side. She lifted him up and held him in her arms like a baby.

“Fru, can you believe these pompous little dwarfnuts?” she murmured in her best approximation of baby talk.

Fett chuckled.

In walked The Princess, as regal as ever, carrying a burlap bait bag with a Dune Spider the size of an astromech droid trailing obediently behind her. Fett had seen The Princess and Drash in the kitchen teasing each other into fits of laughter as they crafted balls of gelatin and meat the size of black melons. He’d wondered at the time what they were for, and now he had his answer. As she approached the throne, Fett caught the expressions of genuine shock on the faces of the contingency from Tilmov. Whatever happened next would surely be entertaining.

“Princess, what have you got here?”

“Oh - I trained him. Look!”

She turned to face the Dune Spider and pointed her index finger into the air. The Dune Spider raised itself to its full height and clapped its front legs together in a threat display. The Princess clicked her tongue and reached into her bait bag for a meat sphere. She tossed it up high and the Dune Spider speared it out of the air with the sharp dagger of his front leg. The squelching sound of the gelatinous ball made one of the emissaries blanch.

“Ah, very good Princess!” Fett exclaimed proudly. “These men are here from Tilmov. The prince here has offered a dowry and a treaty of absolvement in exchange for your hand in marriage.”

The Princess stiffened. Her brows knit together.

Fett continued. “Have you any interest in marrying this prince?”

“No,” she replied, visibly nervous.

“Very well then,” Fett turned to address the Tilmov dignitaries. “You have your answer. You may return to Tilmov. Princess, run along and check the larder for sweetbreads and have 8D8 order as much as you need. Take your new pet with you.”

The Princess let go of the breath she’d been holding and her eyes brightened. She picked up her skirts and trotted off towards the kitchen, the Dune Spider skittering enthusiastically behind her.

“Respectfully, Daimyo, what use have you for a princess in exile?” asked an envoy with an especially cadaverous face.

“I think I could find some use for an army of trained Dune Spiders,” Fett replied with a chuckle. “You’re dismissed, gentlemen.”

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Feedback would be lovely. I honestly have no idea where to go next. Requests are open.

#boba fett x reader #the book of boba fett #Star Wars imagine

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burnwater13 · 1 month

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Boba Fett in the bacta tank in B'omarr Monastery on Tatooine. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a Strange Land. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu had offered to heal the Daimyo more than once, but each time Boba Fett declined his offer. Grogu didn’t understand why he would do that. The burns from the Sarlacc were still making everyday painful to the former bounty and he could fix that. Greef Karga and Din Djarin had let him work his ‘magic hand thing’. Why wouldn’t Daimyo Fett?

“The pain reminds him of the mistakes he’s made that he doesn’t want to repeat, kid. The bacta tank just lets him forget them while he sleeps or meditates or whatever it is that he does in that goo.”

As usual Fennec knew the answer. But it didn’t satisfy Grogu. Weren’t the scars enough of a reminder? Grogu’s friend Ian had once commented that scars were like tattoos but with better stories. Being able to say you survived a Sarlacc pit and had the scars to prove it was clearly a unique privilege. Especially based on all the bodies and bits of armor the Daimyo had reported being in the critter when he exited and then when he and Fennec blasted it with the Firespray that the Daimyo used as his personal ship.

Grogu decided that the best thing to do was to talk to the Daimyo himself. If he could find him. Apparently he had gotten up early and gone for a ride on the rancor to test a new saddle and rein combination that would make it almost impossible for him to be dislodged from the big critter or lose control over it. That sounded like a good idea. Ranky hadn’t liked how the people of Mos Espa treated him when the Daimyo didn’t have control over him. He’d been attacked, gotten hurt, gotten yelled at, and then chipped a tooth on the Mandalorian’s beskar helmet. When Grogu used the Force to help the big critter fall asleep, he also fixed that tooth. It was the least he could do.

But when Grogu went down to the rancor enclosure to talk to the trainer to find out when the Daimyo was expected back, Ranky was already there getting a good scrub down by Machete.

“Sorry, young one, the Daimyo did not inform me of his next appointment. Perhaps the Majordomo can assist you.”

Grogu thanked the rancor trainer with a quick nod and a coo. He agreed that if anyone knew where the Daimyo had gone, it was going to be the Majordomo. Even more than Fennec, the Majordomo was absolutely obsessive about knowing the Daimyo’s calendar backward and forward. He just needed to run down to the kitchens and talk to him.

Certainly, Grogu could have gone to the throne room and there was a 25% chance that the Majordomo would be there, but Grogu had learned that there was a 50% chance that the tall, slender Twi’lek was in the kitchens eating his sixth or seventh meal of the day. Apparently he was stress eater, although he commented that he had always had a high metabolism. Grogu let that argument go. Two things could be true at the same time.

But when Grogu reached the kitchens, there was no Majordomo and no chef. Grogu wondered what that was about and began to mutter curses under his breath.

“The Majordomo and Chef Soggs have gone into Mos Espa to obtain fresh produce. May I be of service?” 8D8 asked Grogu in its soft mechanical voice.

Grogu coo’d and chirped his question. He was always surprised at how many languages droids knew and how the humans he knew rarely bothered to ask them to translate Grogu’s language for them, preferring to guess his meaning.

“The Daimyo in on his ship performing maintenance tasks that he did not wish to put off. You may still find him there. Be advised. He is in a ‘foul’ mood as someone has let the bacta drain from his rest chamber and more bacta will not be available for several days.”

Grogu said a quick ‘Thank you’ coo and trotted off to the garage that held the Firespray. Maybe now the Daimyo would let him heal those wounds and he wouldn’t need the bacta tank!

Optimistic that his act of kindness would be received well, Grogu began to hum a little tune as he made his way through the palace to the garage. That is until one of the B’omarr ‘spiders’ showed up. Dank Farrik!

“What want?” Grogu asked, using Gal Basic because the ‘spiders’ insisted.

“Grogu, a contaminant enters the palace. It has caused a problem for us and for the Daimyo. We need your assistance.”

Ah! That was interesting. That meant that whatever happened to the bacta tank was more complicated than someone forgetting to close the drain and just pouring the goop all over the floor of the Daimyo’s chamber.

“Location?” Grogu hoped that the ‘spiders’ already knew where the contaminant was coming from.

“There is a tile missing from the communication tower, Grogu. The risk is too great for us. But you are young and can reach places we cannot.”

Well, that was certainly true. Grogu could get almost anywhere.

“Many steps. Ride?”

“Yes, we will make a transport available. You will need supplies. The transport will meet you at the garage.”

“Good. Go there now. Help then.”

Grogu was glad to help and if he happened upon the Daimyo, he could also explain the problem with the bacta tank. Knowing the cause of a problem almost always made it easier to deal with. At least he hoped the Daimyo saw it that way. And his dad. A little voice in his head recommended that he speak to his dad about this ‘adventure’ but he really just wanted to solve the problem. After all he was a Jedi and Mandalorian. What could go wrong?

To be continued.

#calendar prompt a day #grogu #din djarin #the book of boba fett #boba fett

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piermanwalter · 1 year

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Army Swap AU: 8D8

In a galaxy where the Confederacy of Independent Systems went super into biotech instead of mass industrialisation, and the Jedi’s secret deal with the Kaminoans fell through so they had to create a different army, the Republic soldiers are droids and the Separatist soldiers are clones.

We found a weird guy in the basement blowtorching people to death. He’s our receptionist now.

Following the collapse of the Separatist movement and the isolation of the Outer Rim from the rest of the galaxy, the demand for clone soldiers also collapsed, leading to clone manufacturers unloading their remaining stock with no cyborg modifications or education anywhere they can, usually for cheap manual labor. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to find one of these unfortunate beings under Jabba’s service.

Alternatively, 8D8 is a natural-born Muun who ended up in a Man in the Iron Mask type situation. It’s a mystery!

Regardless, a Muun majordomo instantly lends an air of refinement and luxury to any establishment. Naturally, there are rumors that 8D8 is in fact a retired IG-88 with severe scarring from surgical removal of cybernetic implants. Boba isn’t sure either and he’s just going along with any clout advantage he has.

IG-88 died raiding the second Death Star, but he doesn’t know that.

Reinterpreting 8D8′s intricate joints as silk cording is one of the best design ideas I ever had because:

Fancy

Sharp geometric lines in a droid vs. organic flowing lines in a living being

Looks like embroidered matador pants, tying back to his violent past

#army swap au #star wars #the book of boba fett #8d8 #muun #graphic injuries #this is basically fanfiction #fashion

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galactic-hunter · 2 years

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GETTING OLD?

You can tell I'm getting old because I'm going through my toys that I already have and going "oh, that was pretty awesome, why don't we love them more?"

Back in 2015, we got a figure for PZ-4CO for The Force Awakens - which was a good toy movie. "But Adam, I don't like the sequels!" Quiet, you. The movie is a movie - this is a toy line that was effectively a "greatest hits" of what makes a good roster of toy characters. The overly tall, weird blue robot is the kind of thing that makes me happy to collect in the first place - much like FX-7, 8D8, EV-9D9, and the other weirdo robots from the 1980s. He arguably seems more at home with Fisher-Price Adventure People to my old imagination, but he's still fantastic. He's been standing on a shelf for years, he doesn't fall over, and his paint job still looks sharp.

Right now this figure sells for about $12. It was $8 when he was new, so given inflation and everything that's pretty solid. I'd recommend this figure to fans of 1970s and 1980s action figures more than any kind of Star Wars die-hards. It's just a good toy and a nice figure, regardless of its origins I find it to be a dynamite design and one you may have skipped. Don't skip it.

Here is a link to Amazon but also check out your local toy shops and collectible stores. I assume a lot of people bought this and other great aliens and droids... and just plain forgot about them.

#Star Wars #The Force Awakens #Hasbro #Action Figures

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dad-galaxy · 2 years

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He acts all tough and sht, but he likes it

#bobadin #boba fett #black krrsantan #8D8 droid #din djarin #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian #my art #hatta art

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nightsidemelody · 2 years

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omg is this droid fuckin’ lazlo?!

#i'm dying #new favorite droid #star wars #the book of boba fett #8d8 #matt berry

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oh-no-eu-didnt · 3 years

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8D8 was an 8D smelter droid owned by Jabba the Hutt. Originally designed to work in smelting facilities, 8D8 was modified for use as a starship repair droid before coming into the Hutt’s possession. The insectoid verpine who manufactured the droid line designed them to resemble the Muun species, creating a somewhat intimidating, emaciated droid. Reprogrammed by EV-9D9, 8D8 became a sadistic torturer, working with both organics and other droids.

Source: Star Wars: The Complete Visual Dictionary (2006)

First Appearance: Return of the Jedi (1983)

#8d8 #star wars droids #8d smelter droid #jabba the hutt #ev-9d9 #star wars episode vi #return of the jedi #rotj #star wars #expanded universe #star wars canon #star wars legends

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mrrubbersuitman · 6 years

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#8d8 #droids #star wars #power of the force #kenner #hasbro #vintage toys #geek gifts #man cave #she shed #toys for sale

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 1 year

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FUCKED UP SOUNDS TO TORTURE DROIDS TO -- ALL HAIL 8D8!!

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the one-sided, four track demo cassette tape titled "8D8" by the Bay Area sludge/DOOM metal band NOOTHGRUSH, self-released in 1995.

NOTES: Recorded August 5, 1995 at Trainwreck Studios in Mountain View, California. This was the band's third demo and was re-compiled on their fourth demo, "Kashyyyk."

TRACK LIST:

A1.) "Imperial March"

A2.) "Alderaan"

A3.) "Jundland Wastes"

A4.) "Bric-A-Brac"

Source: www.discogs.com/release/4817826-Noothgrush-8D8/image/SW1hZ2U6OTc1NTI1OQ.

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stbernard · 6 years

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Number 198: tortured Gonk droid (right side of top image)

Number 199: 8D8 (left side of top image)

Number 200: EV-9D9

Number 201: tortured courier droid

Number 202: CZ droid

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burnwater13 · 2 months

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Droid 8D8 advises Boba Fett on how a Daimyo behaves in the palace throne room. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a Strange Land. Calendar from DataWorks. Caption reads: Well, respectfully, Lord Fett, on Tatooine you must project strength if are to be accepted as a Daimyo. Credited to 8D8.

Grogu was endlessly fascinated by the programming parameters of droids and mechs. How did 8D8 know to advise the Daimyo like that? Was that something he used to do for Jabba or Bib Fortuna? Why? Who programmed droids and mechs and why were they so comfortable in telling people what to do?

Some droids were quite simple, like a MSE-6 which Grogu knew had a nick name of ‘mouse’ because they were so small and just zipped around on the deck or floor of a ship or building delivering messages or performing minor repair work. They certainly didn't tell you what to do. Nope.

One time, when he was escaping from a fairly oblivious set of stormtroopers, Grogu told the MSE-6 where to go and he just rode it out of their secure facility because the troopers never looked down. He supposed the helmets made it hard for them to see, but he didn’t really care why they couldn’t see him. He was just glad to get out.

He was pretty sure that if he’d ridden a ‘Gonk’ out of that same facility they would have noticed him right away, even if the Gonk didn’t. They were much taller than an MSE-6 and they were constantly saying ‘gonk’ at a low but audible volume. Officially, the GNK was a mobile power supply, but Grogu knew that a lot of people reprogrammed them to do routine tasks like powering distant equipment or delivering tools. They were slow, but useful, according to Ian, Grogu’s best friend at the Jedi Temple. Grogu didn’t know how Ian knew all about the Gonks, but he trusted what he was told.

Then, if you were lucky, you met astro mechs, like R2-D2, or R5. Sure, R2-D2 had an impressive resume as an astro-mech, but Grogu liked R5. Some mechs were brave and bossy and didn’t share all of what they knew. But others, like R-5, were much more what you see is what you get. You saw a mech that had scars and stains and was kind of wonky and afraid most of the time, but then that fear would turn into outright cowardice and it would run right into danger to get away from what it was afraid of and end up doing something good completely by mistake.

Which reminded Grogu of the pit droids at Peli Motto’s garage and starship repair shop. They were accomplished at the work they did but they still had a certain amount of goofiness that made them endlessly entertaining to Grogu. He’d watched them completely strip down and rebuild an engine while Peli timed them and yelled encouragement to them.

“Hurry it up! Slowpokes! We don’t get paid by the eon we get paid by the job! Move! Move! Move!”

For a few moments even Grogu thought he should rush out there and help the pit droids with the rebuild. Fortunately his dad had called his name and he’d broken away from the spell of Peli’s bossiness. Unfortunately, the pit droids did the same thing and stopped what they were doing to see if the Mandalorian liked them or not at that instant in time. It became very clear, very loudly, that Peli was the one they should have been worried about.

“What in the nine moons of Sarlax seven are you doing? You are not stopping. You are GO! GO! GOING! Move! Move! Move!”

Grogu and Din paid attention to that and moved themselves out of the garage and went to the cantina to get some food. Grogu was glad that he wasn’t a pit droid right then and there.

Of course the droid that fascinated Grogu the most was IG-11-M. He’d given the droid the designation ‘M’ himself. After all it was now the Marshal for Nevarro City and essentially all of Nevarro, since other than the Mandalorians there really weren’t a lot of people outside of the designated limits of Nevarro City and the Mandalorians did not need an IG-11 to oversee them. They took care of that all on their own and their application of the Creed.

But before IG-11-M was a marshal, it had been a number of other things. For a short, but critical period of time, the droid was Grogu’s means of ambulatory transportation. The High Magistrate had the Anzellan droid smiths do the best they could to give Grogu back his nanny and protector and Grogu had been pretty happy with the end result. His dad on the other hand was not a fan. Apparently Din Djarin hadn’t appreciated the addition of the command communication devices which allowed Grogu to voice his opinions about the Mandalorian’s decisions in a clear, Gal Basic voice.

That version of IG-11 had been designated IG-12, which meant the marshal configuration should have been designated IG-13, but Din Djarin hadn’t wanted to do that. Something about thirteen being a special number to Mandalorians under the Creed. Grogu was pretty sure that his dad had made all that up to have the excuse to go back to the IG-11 nomenclature. But maybe the Creed dictated that a fallen friend should be honored appropriately and Kuiil had been an honored friend and had made IG-11 the best possible version of itself.

The nanny, nurse, protector version of IG-11 had saved Grogu and his friends from a lot of trouble and since it still looked like an assassin droid, it’s original programming, people stepped aside or gave way just because it had a reputation for hitting what it aimed at and it was able to aim at a lot of things very quickly. It was impressive, if a bit scary if you were one of the things being aimed at. But at least your fear was brief. That’s what Kuiil had said at least.

It had been amazing to Grogu that you could take a droid with such specific original programming and change it so dramatically. It had taken time and patience and imagination. You had to be able to see that a change was possible and do what it took to get there. Grogu suspected that many people just didn’t have the imagination to get that sort of change implemented. He was glad that his dad and Kuiil had been those exceptional people. He hoped that he would follow in their programming steps and not trip over himself.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #the book of boba fett

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janghoefett · 2 years

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That 8D8 droid is a busybody. He can’t help it if he walks in on Lord and Lady Fett.

I don’t know why I wrote this either. 18+, no minors.

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Boba Fett had been working too hard.

Tonight you had decided you were going to take control by helping him relax, and you wanted to give him something really spectacular to work out all of his frustrations. You wanted to make sure your lord was well taken care of.

After all, you are the lady of the house.

You’re on top, riding him and bouncing quickly, somehow making it look all easy. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips to help guide you as he watches your tits bounce. It’s picture perfect, really.

“That’s it, princess, just like that,” Boba pants.

The room is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin and your joint exertions until, that is, you are startled by the distinct voice of 8D8.

“Master Fett, dinner is—”

“Fucking hell!” Boba barks, accompanied by your screech.

You pull the sheets over your tits out of instinct, suddenly wondering if that would even make the slightest difference to a droid. Boba looks between you and the droid while the droid freezes and looks between you and Boba sprawled out underneath you.

“Get out!” Boba demands harshly, wondering how it was not obvious.

8D8 stumbles backwards and trips slightly before turning for the door. “My mistake! Deepest apologies! Please do not reprogram me! Forgive me!” he babbles down the stairs.

You can’t help but break out into a breathless fit of laughter together. You collapse onto Boba’s broad chest and his arms wrap around you, whispering reassurances before rolling you to be beneath him.

“Droids,” he grumbles.

#boba fett x reader #the book of boba fett #boba fett #boba fett fan fiction

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galactic-hunter · 2 years

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I generally don't pull out the old Kenner guys, but that is probably a mistake. I really love these things. On the left, 2022 Boba Fett (Morak). On the right, 1983 Bib Fortuna.

As a kid I generally didn't question at all that figures were off-color or had weird accessories. Bib Fortuna has a staff? Cool. I was more curious why the instruction booklets had a red coat and I'd never seen one - but that's why you keep collecting as an adult. That and seeing Vlix on a Brazilian cardback at an antique show in 1989 and going "SO IT DOES EXIST" for the rest of your dumb life.

The other thing about the Kenner guys that was neat - to me at least - is you didn't have to deal with repaints much. There were some variations, sure. Some characters got new costumes, yes. But there were precious few repaints and the few we got - like R2-D2 and C-3PO from Droids - were really cool. They didn't even bother with animated Boba Fett, they just repackaged him. It's kind of weird that we're getting Darth Vader from Obi-Wan Kenobi because on one hand, it does seem to follow the rules of design of 1983-1985 figures. On the other, Kenner would've just slapped the old figure in a new package and call it a day, which would have made the amount of space I have devoted to this stuff much, much easier to manage.

For that reason, I'm glad I already had a decent Bib Fortuna here all this time. And 8D8, and so many others. There is still much to like about these guys.

#Return of the Jedi #Kenner #Hasbro #The Book of Boba Fett #Action Figures

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araminakilla · 2 years

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We don't talk about Grogu: A Star Wars x Encanto songfic

Aka a deleted chapter in The Book of Boba Fett. Spoilers from that series and the Mandalorian. Enjoy!

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In Jabba's Palace

Drash: What... what did I say? Why is that Mandalorian suddenly sad?

Fennec: (consoling Din Djarin) You said the name of his kid and now he has to recover fast if we want to win the fight against the Pykes.

Drash: It's not a big deal. He must be learning some wizard tricks in that Jedi school, right Mando?

Fennec: Don't talk about Grogu.

Din: I'm not sure. I don't even know what is he doing now.

Fennec: He will be fine.

Boba Fett: (appearing out of nowhere) He's a goner.

Din: *cries in Mando and walks away*

Fennec: Boba!

Boba: (removing his helmet) I have seen what became of the Jedi Order. They are destined to disappear and the kid would be one of them.

Fennec: We don't talk about Grogu!

Drash: But what if that doesn't happen?

Boba: Then I would keep an eye on that jedi. Something is telling me we haven't seen the last of the Skywalkers. The kid could be in danger.

(Fennec interrumps Boba by putting his helmet on his head by surprise)

(Song begins)

Fennec: We don't talk about Grogu, no, no, no

We don't talk about Grogu, BUT

It was a normal day (Boba: It was a normal day)

We were getting ready

And the Empire was fighting against us (Boba: We of course thought we have won)

Grogu fell asleep and was taken away (Boba: rumble!)

You're telling this story, or am I!?

Boba: I'm sorry Fennec, go on

Fennec: Grogu called a dark Jedi (Boba: Luke Skywalker)

He wanted to train the young child (Boba: That will end in disaster)

Mando let him go with Luke

Boba: What a great mistake, but anyway

Both: We don't talk about Grogu, no, no, no

We don't talk about Grogu

(Suddenly the cyborg girl is pulled by...)

Bo Katan: Hey, grew to see how Mando his new planet is denying

I can always hear him sort of muttering and crying

This buir is more broken than the planet Alderaan (sh-sh-sh)

It's a heavy grief say goodbye to a foundling

Always left the adults and the Mandalore younglings

Grappling with incoherences they cannot understand

Do you understand?

(In the kitchen)

Cobb Vanth (describing Luke while the multiarmed chef droid is copying his movements): Son of Vader, lightsaber in his hand

When he chokes your neck it all fades to black

Yeah, he feels your dreams and kills you when you sleep (hey)

Cobb, Fennec and Boba: We don't talk about Grogu, no, no, no (Bo Katan: Oh no)

We don't talk about Grogu (Bo Katan: We don't talk about Grogu)

(In the nearest town... for some reason)

Garsa Fwip: They told me the kid would die, in some years, gone! (no, no)

Peli Motto: They told me Order 66 was almost his end (no, no)

Skad: They said that Skywalker is cursed and his school will fail (no,no)

Everyone: Let's hope he doesn't become like Obi-Wan!

(Back in Jabba's palace)

8D8: He told Din that the child's destiny

would be great, as a trained padawan

He told Din that his power would grow

And the Force will become one with him (Rancor trainer: Oye, the Pykes are on their way)

Din: Luke told me that some months have to pass

So I could visit him

Without ruining his training

I miss that kid so much

8D8: (pointing at Drash) Hey girl, I want not a sound out of you (Din: I miss that kid so much)

Din: Miss my kid so much

Drash: Hm, Grogu

Yeah, about that Grogu

I really need to know about Grogu

I wonder what will become of Grogu!

Cobb: Mister Boba, the Pykes are here!

Everyone: Time for dinner!

*happy Rancor sounds*

Fennec: It was a normal day (Cobb: Son of Vader, lightsaber in his hand) (Boba: It was a normal day) (8D8: He told Din that the child's destiny would be great, as a trained padawan)

We were getting ready and the Empire was fighting against us (Cobb: when he chokes your neck it all fades to black) (Bo Katan: Grew to see how Mando his new planet is denying. I can always hear him sort of muttering and crying, this buir is more broken than the planet Alderaan, sh-sh-sh) (Boba: We of course thought we have won)

Grogu fell asleep and was taken away (Cobb: Yeah, he feels your dreams and kills you when you sleep) (8D8: He told Din that his power would grow and the Force will become one with him) (Bo Katan: It's a heavy grief say goodbye to a foundling, always left the adults and the Mandalore younglings) (Boba: rumble!)

You're telling this story or am I!? (Bo Katan: Grappling with incoherences they cannot understand. Do you understand?) (Boba: I'm sorry Fennec, go on) (8D8: He's fine)

(Rancor trainer: Oye, the Pykes are on their way)

Grogu called a dark Jedi (8D8: He told Din that the child's destiny) (Din: Luke told me that some months have to pass) (Boba: Luke Skywalker)

He wanted to train the young child (8D8: would be great, as a trained padawan) (Din: So I could visit him without ruining his training, his training) (Boba: That will end in disaster)

Mando let him go with Luke (8D8: And he's fine, and he's fine, and he's fine. He's NOT fine) (Din: And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine) (Boba: What a great mistake)

Everyone: They're here!

Don't talk about Grogu, no

Drash: Why did I talk about Grogu?

Everyone: Not a word about Grogu

Drash: I never shoulda brought up Grogu

(Song ends. Black Krrsantan just stares at the musical madness and quietly leaves while eating some food)

FIN

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