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superlarva · 8 months

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Fives, Tup, and Dogma in a fort!

Soooo sorry about last week, I've been ridiculously busy, but we're back to my usual weekly Sunday updates of Raising Dominoes for the foreseeable future!

Anyways, here is Chapter 8 - Furniture and Forts. It was mostly just an excuse to draw the boys in a blanket fort :)

Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 07 Next chapter: 09

Summary: Tup and Dogma help Fives set up his new room before a power outage frightens them.

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, panic attacks, power outages

Chapter 8 - Furniture and Forts

Fives had not been able to fall back asleep after his nightmare, so after Cody left they spent the rest of the morning playing with the toys that Rex had bought the day before. At first Fives seemed to have trouble with the concept of playing. He would just sit in front of the toys staring at them blankly until Rex told him to do something specific with them, at which point he would comply, but after a while he seemed to get the gist of it. He began to make up little scenarios with the action figures and would have them battle each other.

It did not sit well with Rex that fighting seemed to be the only thing his son knew well enough to recreate in play, but Fives did seem to be having fun, so he tried not to intervene. Well, he might have been trying to coax Fives into helping him build a racetrack out of Legos for the matchbox cars, but the boy was too busy bashing the small plastic soldiers together and making blaster noises to notice.

By early afternoon Fives seemed to be running out of energy. The workers also arrived to deliver the boys’ furniture, so Rex turned the TV on to a random cartoon channel and let Fives curl up on the couch and watch it while he helped the guys set up the room.

When they were done the workers left and Rex found Fives still watching the show. He had hoped the boy would have fallen asleep, but he supposed it had probably been a little loud for that.

“Hey, buddy,” Rex sank down on the couch next to Fives.

Fives quickly turned his attention to Rex, television forgotten, “Are they done? Can I see?”

Rex chuckled, “Yep.”

Fives grinned and jumped up. He ran to his new room and stopped in the doorway. Rex joined him.

The furniture was all from the same set, so every piece had the same dark stained wood. It was a little weird to see the room with just furniture and no decorations, but Fives did not seem to mind. The kid was practically trembling with excitement.

Each side of the room had a bed with a bare mattress sitting in the far corner, and a nightstand, desk, dresser, and bookshelf up against the wall. Fives looked up at Rex, “This is really all just for me and Echo?”

“This is your room, yeah.”

“Wow.”

Rex grinned and pushed Fives lightly into the room, “Go on. Pick which side you want.”

Fives looked around the room and took a tentative step forward before looking back to Rex uncertainly.

“It’s okay,” Rex tried to reassure, “Just pick which bed you want to sleep in.”

Fives looked like he was making the hardest decision of his life before stepping over to the bed on the left and turning back to Rex, “This one?”

“Perfect.”

Fives beamed, “Can we-”

He was cut off by the sound of muffled voices:

“No, you have to knock louder, Tup. He’s not gonna hear that.”

The second voice was too soft to hear through the walls, but a loud knock rang through the apartment.

Fives looked up at Rex, his brows drawn together, and a tight frown tugged down the corners of his lips.

“It’s alright, those are my friends,” Rex said, flicking on the light in Fives’s room and motioning for the boy to follow him as he made his way down the hallway towards the door, turning on all the lights as he went. “You remember Hardcase?”

“Y-yeah,” Fives answered.

“These are his little cousins Dogma and Tup. They’re just a bit older than you.”

Fives nodded, but hesitated as they reached the entryway, “Why’d you turn on all the lights?”

“Oh, uh, they don’t like the dark,” Rex said softly, opening the door before Fives could ask why not.

They were met with a scowling preteen with close cropped hair and a boy with longer wavy hair that could have been the other’s twin if he was not a few years younger standing in front of a large box.

It took Rex a second to register, but when he did he grinned, “Thanks. This is your guys’ old stuff?”

The boys nodded.

Rex pulled the container into his apartment, “Awesome. This is great.”

Fives peered out from behind Rex and gave the older boys a small wave. Tup offered a shy smile and inched a bit closer to Dogma, who wrapped his arm around his brother and attempted a smile of his own, but it did not quite reach his eyes.

Dogma craned his neck to see into the apartment, “What were all those people doing?”

“Setting up Fives and Echo’s new room,” Rex said, ruffling Fives’s hair.

Tup’s eyebrows raised in interest. Rex new the look well and smiled at the boy, “If it’s okay with Fives, you guys can check it out. It’s not finished or anything though.”

Tup and Dogma exchanged a glance before looking to Fives.

“It’s okay,” Fives said, shifting a little behind Rex even as the words left his mouth.

Tup smiled and followed Dogma as he made his way into the apartment.

Dogma puffed out his chest and turned to address Fives, “My name is Dogma, I’m twelve years old and 3 months. This is my brother Tup. He’s ten.”

Fives’s large brown eyes darted between the boys, “I’m Fives.”

Dogma and Tup stayed to help unpack and decorate the bedroom. Dogma was helping Rex make the beds and the younger boys were putting Tup’s hand-me-downs in the dresser. Fives pulled out a shirt and passed it to Tup, “Echo.”

Tup hesitated, “Are you sure? You’re giving way more clothes to Echo than to yourself.” Fives shrugged, “That shirt is red. Echo likes red.”

Rex looked over to the dresser and saw that Echo’s was full and Fives’s practically empty, “Tup’s right, Fives. You need clothes to wear too. Why don’t you start putting more things in your dresser.”

Fives’s eyebrows pushed together, and he looked down into the box of clothes, “But- but what if Echo wants them?”

Rex shrugged, “When Echo gets home you guys can trade if you want, but for now you need to give yourself more clothes.”

Fives still looked a little confused and when Tup moved to place the red shirt in his dresser rather than Echo’s, he shook his head.

Tup froze, looking from Fives to the dresser to Rex, who was busy tucking in sheets. Dogma had been listening to the exchange while making Fives’s bed and looked up at the silence. He caught on quick and scowled at Fives, “Rex said-”

“But Echo would really like that shirt!” Fives interrupted, voice hitting a whiney pitch.

Dogma’s scowl deepened and Tup looked like he would rather be anywhere than caught in this crossfire.

Rex looked over and was about to say something, but Fives beat him to it, “I-I’ll take the rest of them, just- just Echo would really like that one.”

“But-” Dogma started, confusion replacing his scowl.

“It’s fine,” Rex interjected, he had heard the panic in Fives’s voice, and he did not want to make it any worse.

Dogma opened his mouth to say something.

“It’s fine, Dogma,” Rex repeated with a bit more force.

Dogma mumbled out a quiet apology and turned back to Fives’s bed, his ears turning red.

“Tup, why don’t you put that one in Echo’s drawer,” Rex nodded to the red tee still clutched in Tup’s hand. The boy obliged and Rex continued, “But the rest go to Fives, okay?”

Fives nodded seriously.

With four sets of helping hands, they were able to finish setting up the room fairly quickly. After learning that Jesse was out taking Hardcase to his drum lesson and Kix had picked up an extra shift at the hospital (which Rex could not help but feel responsible for), Rex insisted on Dogma and Tup staying for dinner. The boys did not complain.

While they were eating Dogma suddenly pointed out the window, “Hey, it’s snowing!”

“Really?” Tup jumped up and ran to the window.

Fives joined Tup, “Whoa, it’s so fluffy.”

Dogma’s eyes darted between his plate and the window, clearly debating something. Rex felt an odd pang in his chest at how hard this decision seemed to be for the kid. He smiled gently, “You can go take a closer look.”

Dogma’s eyes snapped to his, “But we’re eating?”

“The food will still be here after you take a look.”

“Come on, Dogma!” Tup exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement.

Dogma slowly and a little rigidly got up from the table and made his way over to his brother, glancing back uncertainly at Rex every few feet.

Rex nodded encouragingly. He had known Dogma and Tup ever since Kix had taken them in six years ago. The boys had been scared and nervous and so afraid of the dark that they refused to sleep until they all but collapsed. As the years went on, they acclimated to their new environment as well as one could expect, but Tup was still a shy bundle of worry and Dogma was still overly compliant to what he believed the “rules” were. And they were both still scared of the dark.

“It’s windy,” Fives noted.

“Really windy,” Dogma breathed, sounding lost in thought.

Tup turned from the window to look at Rex, his face scrunched up with worry, “Do you think the power’s gonna go out?”

Rex shook his head, “Probably not.”

Tup turned back to the window and Rex grimaced; he could hear the wind howling outside.

The boys had taken to playing in the twins’ room after dinner while Rex cleaned up. From what he could hear in the kitchen, it sounded like Dogma was teaching Fives some sort of card game. Rex smiled; he was glad they were getting along.

As soon as he finished scrubbing the last dish, the lights flickered in the apartment. Rex dropped the plate back into the sink and ran to the bedroom.

Dogma sat cross legged on the floor in front of a game of palace, back stiff as a board, eyes wide and focused on a space just in front of Rex. Tup had thrown himself over his older brother and was clinging to him, eyes just as wide and filled with terror.

Fives’s back was to Rex, and he turned, a frown tugging down the corners of his lips, “What-”

Just then the lights went out and they were plunged into darkness.

Rex moved quickly, scooping up Tup and pulling him into his lap, just as he had seen Kix do a million times before. The boy was already hyperventilating, his small chest rising and falling quickly with each shallow, ragged breath. Rex pulled his hand through Tup’s wavy hair, and exaggerated his breathing in the hopes that Tup would feel it and it would help him regulate his own.

“You’re safe, Tup. It’s me, Rex. You’re in my apartment.”

Tup clung to Rex a little tighter, but his breathing remained quick and shallow.

Rex turned to Fives, whose outline he could see in the dim light from the window, “Fives, there’s a flashlight on my nightstand in my room. Do you think you could get it for me?”

Fives made an affirmative noise and scurried into the darkness.

“How are you doing, Dogma?” Rex asked, turning his attention to the older boy for a moment.

Dogma did not respond, so Rex pulled him in close to his side, “I got you, you’re safe.” Dogma rested his head against Rex’s shoulder and trembled, speaking softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to.”

Rex felt hot tears seeping into his shirt and could not help but feel like he was in way over his head. He had no idea what Dogma was apologizing for, but he supposed that did not matter.

“I know,” Rex said gently, even though did not, “It’s alright.”

Fives reappeared with the flashlight in hand and passed it to Rex. Rex switched it on immediately and it flickered to life, bathing the room in a golden light. He felt Dogma relax a bit beside him and gave the sniffling boy a quick squeeze before turning his attention back to Tup.

Tup was still in the throws of a panic attack and clung to Rex with a force and determination he did not know the ten-year-old had. Rex gently pried one of Tup’s hand off him and pressed the flashlight into it, “Here, have the light.”

Tup clutched the flashlight and slumped against Rex, his breaths erratic as he struggled to calm down.

“Breath with me, Tup. In,” Rex took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly, “Out.”

Rex kept inhaling and exhaling with Tup and eventually got the boy to slow his breathing. All the fight left Tup’s body and he slumped weakly against Rex.

“You want me to call Kix?” Rex asked gently.

Tup shook his head.

“Jesse?”

“No.”

“It wouldn’t be a bother.”

“No. I’m- I’m okay now,” Tup said shakily.

Rex frowned, Tup was far from okay, “You’ll stay here until Kix or Jesse get home.”

Tup nodded against him.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Fives pipped up from the doorway of his bedroom where he had watched the scene unfold.

“Yes, little soldier?” Rex said the joking nickname coming automatically.

“Can we build a fort?”

“Like a blanket fort?” Rex asked, a little surprised Fives even knew what that was.

Fives nodded, “When we were scared like this, we would hide in a fort.”

“Yeah,” Rex said slowly, wondering how many times the twins had been “scared like this.”

Fives grinned and turned to Dogma, “Dogma, there are extra blankets in the closet in the hallway. We need three.”

The preteen sniffled and wiped his face, but got up and swiftly made his way out of the room, following the orders like his life depended on it.

Once Dogma had his mission, Fives sat down next to Tup—who was curled up in Rex’s lap and did not seem like he planned on leaving anytime soon—and explained his architectural vision for the fort. The plan distracted Tup from the power outage and Rex had to admit that there was no way he could have handled the situation better than his seven-year-old son currently was.

Dogma returned from the dimly lit hallway quickly and handed the blankets over to Fives.

The construction of the fort was left mostly to Fives and Dogma, but Tup did seem to be taking an interest in it. Rex nudged the boy in his lap as the other two finished up the fort and began crawling around in it, “Want to play with Dogma and Fives?”

Tup hesitated, “Can I keep the flashlight?”

“Of course,” Rex nodded, giving the kid a gentle push towards the others.

Tup crawled over to join his brother and Fives, who were now talking enthusiastically about “defense systems” they could put in place to fortify their creation.

Rex could have sworn he even saw Dogma smiling.

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alltheirdamn · 5 months

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A Bounty for Reward (Mando x f!reader)

CHAPTER 2

Summary: Mando finds himself back on Tatooine... unable to let you go. Warnings: mentions of drugs, violence, death, weapons, language, Mando being an unusual softie Word count: 4k A/N: I know it's a slow burn... please stay with me; I promise it'll get better! Also, there will be no Grogu in this fic... babies tend to ruin all the fun lol

The Mandalorian didn’t know why he returned to Tatooine. He didn’t know why he had reset the navigation from Nevarro back to the damned desert planet, but he sat in the silence of the Razor Crest, plotting his arrival.

Every bounty was the same to him: a job.

Never had he been so handicapped by one until she fell into his lap as a puck for a high reward. She was unlike other bounties, though, not a criminal in the sense he was used to. Most bounties he was given were high-profile criminals, assassins, imperial sympathizers… but she wasn’t any of the above. From what Karga had told him, she was simply a runaway employee for a very wealthy man. And the Mandalorian didn’t ask questions. He never did.

The navigation panel flashed red, signaling the ship's deceleration as it neared the planet’s atmosphere. The Mandalorian took a deep breath, exhaling through the modulator and filling the dead air with his frustration. He wasn’t frustrated with her, but rather himself.

For letting a fucking bounty take up so much space in his mind.

When the Crest finally touched down on the dunes of Mos Eisley, the Mandalorian was already trudging down the docking ramp before it could fully open. He was well aware of the city's layout and knew exactly where to start looking for the bounties’ employer. Kesi Jissard was unfamiliar, yet Mando knew enough people in the crime ring to find him. He started the search in the lone cantina on the eastern edge of the city. The cantina stood without a name; the crowd within its walls spoke for itself. Though he was not on a hunt for anyone sleazing about inside the cantina, it didn’t mean there weren’t a few scared criminals. A few begged for the challenge; they begged to triumph over a Mandalorian. But none would come close to winning a victory over him– and they wouldn’t dare get close enough to try. With beady eyes following his every move, Mando approached the bar.

“Hey, shiny,” emerged a voice amidst the clamor around him. The Mandalorian turned slowly, hand resting on the blaster at his side.

Leaning against the bar counter was a Twi’Lek, their body hardly covered by their dance attire. They smiled, a grin far too deceiving for the innocence their body language spoke. He sized them up, considering the level of threat they could pose. Deciding the mildness of their demeanor, the Mandalorian’s hand slid away from his blaster– but close enough in reach if needed.

“I’m looking for information,” he was curt. The Twi’Lek smiled, bearing white teeth that flashed against their pale blue skin. Reaching over, they pet the fabric of his gloved hand, mischief lingering in their actions. Quick in response, the Mandalorian pulled his hand back, settling into a tense stance against the bar counter.

“Hmph,” the Twi-Lek frowned, “Information costs money around here, ya know?”

The Mandalorian sighed heavily, his shoulders rising and falling as his chest exhaled. Digging into the side of his pilot suit, the Mandalorian retrieved a small pouch of credits. Tossing them onto the counter, he waited for the Twi’Lek to speak again. After considering the credit amount, the Twi’Lek smiled, eyes scanning over the bounty hunter’s body.

“What’d you wanna know, hun?” They spoke in long drawls.

“Kesi Jissard, who is he?” He asked. There was a grit under his tone, one of desperation and impatience.

The Twi’Lek squirmed at the name, looking visibly uncomfortable. Their voice was a low hush, responding to the Mandalorian’s question.

“He’s a prominent spice trader on Tatooine,” they began. “He works directly for the Pyke’s, or so I’ve heard. He’s not someone you should go looking for.”

“Where is he?” He pushed.

Their eyes grew wide, staring around the bar that swarmed with more bodies. The Mandalorian knew who was and wasn’t watching, assuring himself that no one was interested in his business. They were all far too busy looking innocent in their booths and tables, hoping the bounty hunter would escort himself out of the cantina.

“I don’t know where he is,” they said, voice an octave higher than before. His body went rigid, hoping the bartenders wouldn’t interrupt their conversation. “But if I did know,” they continued, “He would be hiding in his junkyard on the town's southern border. It’s riddled with his employees, though. No one gets in there without an invitation.”

His helmet cocked to the side, a bit amused by them thinking he would need an invitation. His armor and weapons were an invitation in and of itself; it called for an audience. One that Kesi would provide.

“If you try to go in there, you’ll die,” the Twi’Lek grabbed his arm. The Mandalorian shifted his gaze to their tiny fingers wrapped around his bicep. It was a kind gesture, unnecessary to Mando, but a kind effort nonetheless.

Leaving the Crest on the east border of Eisley, the Mandalorian opted for one of the speeders found nicely parked outside the cantina. It didn’t concern him whose speeder he stole but just that it had enough speed to make it to the southern border before dusk fell over the horizon. As the dust kicked up behind him, the Mandalorian mentally cursed himself for letting this girl take up so much of his time. She wasn’t anything special, just another bounty– he tried to remind himself of these things. But even for a fucking bounty… she managed a way into his brain. Into his bloodstream. And it made him dangerous. He was willing to go to great lengths to ensure she was okay.

“Dank farrik,” he cursed, finally arriving at the junkyard.

The size of the junkyard wasn’t what he anticipated; the corners of it reached for miles. He switched on the zoom lens of his helmet, scanning the perimeter. He counted eight, maybe nine, men that were scattered across the grounds. He could see the ship hangar in the middle, part of the roof exposed to erosion. Switching out of the zoom lens, the Mandalorian turned to the thermal reader, hoping it would pick up on the familiar outline of the body that plagued his brain. He only had her in his possession for less than two days; why was she the only thing he could think about? And why did he feel so much rage when he finally saw the heat traces of her body, crowded by other silhouettes in red and yellow auras?

The rage turned his vision red, guiding his body blindly into the junkyard. His senses were heightened, eyes wildly aware of every pair of footsteps ingrained into the sand. Bodies radiated towards him as if his armor were a magnet for violence. Each attempt to kill him was returned with a downpour of shots from his blaster. The Mandalorian was a better shot and far more accurate than the employers of Kesi. They were subpar, and it was beyond him to understand how the Twi’Lek described this place as a death wish. Perhaps his anger was so strong nothing would stop him.

The odds were in his favor as he managed his way closer to the hanger, now finding himself at the entrance. It was an open space, the scattered remains of speeders and ships littering the floor. His helmet picked up thermal traces of bodies that began to swarm around the perimeter, his armor working against his efforts to stay hidden.

“Hey!” someone shouted, blaster fire softly following suit.

The Mandalorian ducked behind a stack of cargo crates, pulling his blaster from its holster. He remained level-headed, breathing even and cool as he emerged from the blockade and returned fire. His shots landed deep in the bodies of the spice traders that ran at him, their reaction time no match for his. His skill set and years of hunting created very little opportunity for being stopped; the Mandalorian was an enigma unbeknown to the world around him.

While blaster fire bounced off the chest plate that hugged his body, the Mandalorian continued forward, sending bodies rippling against the ground. Though the threats came less, he understood that his presence was becoming more well-known throughout the junkyard.

Managing his way into the hangar, two familiar bodies crowded the girl's body. He didn’t like them before— he especially didn’t like them now. Jado turned towards his looming figure, quickly drawing a knife from his waistband.

“You got what you wanted!” Jado yelled, allowing a large distance between himself and the Mandalorian.

The Mandalorian could shoot him on the spot, and nothing stopped him from doing so, yet he enjoyed the hunt. He enjoyed the fear in a man’s eye as he tracked him down, the way their hands shook as they gripped their weapons.

“C’mon Mando,” Jado released a shaky excuse of a laugh, “Does this mean more to you than credits?”

Gaff held her head up, shaking it until it fell limp against her shoulder. Anger crawled up Mando’s spine, and his muscles tensed as he watched the way her body slumped aim the chair. She was more than unconscious; he knew that for sure. She was overdosing.

His brain disconnected from logic, sending dueling shots into Jado and Gaff’s heads. Their bodies careened back, and the sound of them falling was the only noise to register amid the chaos.

She was nearly lifeless in the chair she was bound to, her hands a pale purple as they twisted between the bindings.

“Fuck,” he muttered, hands working at releasing the ropes.

Her body tilted sideways, and he managed to catch her and yank her into his hold before she slipped onto the floor. Her eyes rolled slightly, the whites of them the only thing visible. Yes, Mando was scarcely afraid, but holding her limp body was fucking terrifying.

“C’mon,” he baited, hand tapping her cheek lightly. The only response was another roll of her eyes and the lull of her head falling to the opposite side. Maker, he thought, what fucking drug was this?

Knowing there was little time left to reverse the effects and any long-term damages, Mando pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight to his chest as he maneuvered the way out of the junkyard. He kept one arm grasping her and the other hovering over his blaster. He had yet to see Kesi again, and when he did, Kesi would be covered in blaster fire.

Mando silently swore to himself that he would hunt him down. He would kill Kesi in the slowest possible way, a small consequence for the crimes he committed— both throughout the galaxy and to her.

Her body weighed heavy in his arms as he pulled her off the speeder and up into the cargo hold of the Crest. Laying her on the metal floor, Mando searched for a pulse under her jaw. It was faint. Even through the gloves, he could feel its flutter pushing against her skin. A sigh of relief left the modulator as he searched the cargo hold for his med supplies. Working alone meant caring for himself, which led him to learn how to heal various injuries. Scouring through the various medical kits and devices, his hands landed on a stack of adrenaline patches— ones potent enough to shock her system awake.

Returning to her comatose body, Mando observed her face, noticing her lips changing from a pale pink to a pale blue. The oxygen was fading from her lungs, and her breathing became shallow and labored. He said her name over and over, hoping to elicit any response. Even as he pulled on her eyelids to check her eyes, there was nothing but white staring back at him.

Under the layers of armor and cloth undergarments, the Mandalorians' temperature rose until he was sweltering from stress. He was running out of time, and somewhere inside himself, he was mad. Mad that he ever took her bounty, mad that he ever handed her over, mad that he hadn’t turned around fast enough. She wasn’t a criminal; she was just a girl. He knew nothing of her, yet he knew she didn’t deserve the life she had surrendered to. And she surely didn’t deserve to die.

Taking out a blade from his weaponry belt, Mando began cutting away at her top, the sweat-stained fabric giving away easily at the tug of the sharp metal. He gave no attention to her exposed chest; mind focused on placing the adrenaline patches in the right spot. Peeling away at the adhesive, Mando placed one right above her heart, the other at the pulse on her neck. Connecting the patches to the pressure resuscitator, he inhaled sharply, pressing the button on the buzzing machine.

Her chest jolted upwards, the sound of the resuscitator whirring louder. There was no change in her body, her condition remaining the same. Mando’s breath grew shaky, pressing the resuscitator one more time. Again, her body jolted yet stayed still on the recoil downwards. He waited for her breathing to steady, and the waiting felt like an eternity. He peeled away the patches, their adhesive leaving a red rash on her skin. The leather of his gloves skated over the raised skin, feeling the warmth of her body returning slowly.

“Maker,” he sighed, falling back on his heels. He watched silently as she inhaled larger bouts of air, her chest rising higher with each.

She was going to be okay.

Mando stayed in the cargo hold beside her body for some time, waiting quietly for her to wake up. His mind reeled with various thoughts that were a mixture of guilt and anger. Never had he felt guilty about a bounty before; they all were just a sack of credits in his eyes. His job was to hunt; that’s all he ever knew. He had been trained as a foundling never to grow attachments and always to stay loyal to his Clan and Creed. And he had done everything right by the Way, going so far as never to show his face to anyone.

He had left behind his home and his parents, lost in the war against the Separatists. The last thing he could remember of his parents were their frightened faces as they hid him within a bomb shelter. It was so long ago now that he could scarcely remember what they looked like; flashes of his mother's face came and went in his memories. He knew nothing but the life of the Mandalorians after that, his world shifting into the lifestyle that his Clan taught him.

Mando had kept his focus on the guild for years, his life as a bounty hunter more important than anything else. He traveled the galaxy alone and enjoyed the company of himself. He rarely interacted with anyone other than his bounties and fellow guild members. But he was here now, anticipating when she would wake, eager to hear her voice again.

Hours went by without a glimpse of any sign of her waking, and Mando grew worrisome. Rechecking her pulse, he assured himself that she would be fine and that the overdose would wear off eventually. But he was anxious seeing her so still and quiet, and he wanted nothing more than to know she would be okay. He knew very little of the various spices that floated through the galaxy, but he knew enough to know that this spice was more lethal than any other. If at all, Mando didn’t even know a spice this potent existed. It wasn’t meant for recreation; it was meant for drugging. His mind spiraled with thoughts of what Kesi had planned to do with her while she existed helplessly on the high of this drug.

Mando shifted over her, swiping her hair from her forehead. He spoke her name softly, coaxing any reaction from her. There was a shift in her body, her head slightly falling to the side. His hand cradled her face, watching as her eyes fluttered open.

Her reaction was exactly as he imagined: abrupt and alarming. She scrambled from his touch, her body crawling back into a corner near the armory wall. Mando didn’t move, allowing her to reconnect with the world around her. Her breaths came out in loud pants, the oxygen intake too much for her after so many hours of shallow breathing. She said nothing, only watched him with bloodshot eyes.

“You’re okay,” the Mandalorian finally spoke. “You’re okay.”

“What the fuck did you do to me?” She demanded, her bare chest heaving. Mando forced his eyes away from her skin, steadying his gaze on hers. She was mortified and, most of all, angry.

“Calm down,” he urged. Idiot. “You’re safe.”

“Safe?” She repeated. “Safe?”

Mando stood, giving her the space she needed. She tugged her torn shirt over her chest, the rashes from the adrenaline patches still prominent on her sweating skin. She was disheveled, but Mando couldn’t deny she was still beautiful. There was a ruggedness to her— a past that sculpted her tough exterior. Mando wanted to know more.

For the first time, he cared.

And he didn’t understand why.

“They drugged you,” he huffed.

Her bloodshot eyes tracked him upwards, and her mouth parted as if she wanted to make another jostled remark. But she remained silent, her chest still heaving as she regained oxygen to her lungs.

“You came back,” she whispered after several moments.

Mando only offered a brief nod, not trusting himself with words.

“Why?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

He had no explanation for what he did; it was impulsive and so fucking stupid. But the need to protect her swelled inside himself the longer he lingered in her presence. He tilted his head towards the refresher, and her eyes followed.

“Refresher’s that way,” he said. “You can get yourself cleaned up.”

“Oh,” her lips formed a dangerous pout. Mando thought about what it would feel like to have them wrapped around—no.

He turned towards the ladder for the cockpit, too on edge to stare at her face longer. She had just about died from a spice overdose, and he was picturing all the ways she could come undone… maker, what a fucking idiot. His fists clenched at his sides before he ascended the ladder.

“Mando!” her voice carried through the silence.

He turned hesitantly.

“Thank you,” she said. “For saving me.”

Mando nodded and disappeared into the cockpit.

He had come back.

The Mandalorian had come back.

Any second later, and you would have been dead.

You didn’t know if you should be thankful or scared; what did he want from you now? You had begged him to keep you out of sheer fear of the outcome with Kesi’s men. But you had meant it, right? This was a better situation than death, but how long did you have? Mando had the credits, but you were still a bounty.

Your head was foggy as you stumbled towards the refresher, acutely aware of your shirt in tatters. Had Mando seen your breasts? Something inside your core stirred awake with that possibility, but you shoved it back into your mind. The refresher door hissed open, revealing a small space with only a toilet, a grimy mirror, and a shower. It was compact and clean, telling of how Mando lived his life. Everything had its place, and you feared ruining his lifestyle. What he wanted to do next with you… well, that was up to him.

All you could focus on now was taking a fucking shower and washing off all the dirt and sweat from your skin. The water ran cold at first, nipping at your skin as it pelted down in a steady rhythm. You kept to the corner of the refresher until it started to steam, and then finally, let the water run over your body. Swirls of brown coasted down the ceramic floor of the refresher, the day ridding itself into the drain. You dipped your hair back, letting the water soak you completely. But it wasn’t until your eyes drifted close that the memories started to invade your senses again.

Kesi’s dirty grin.

The taste of the spice.

Your erratic heartbeat and slipping consciousness.

Mando’s soft voice.

It all kept coming in waves until you found yourself slipping down onto the refresher floor, clinging to your body with fresh tears stinging your eyes. You may be free of Kesi—for now—but you weren’t free.

And you wondered if you had just traded one shitty life for another.

Time blurred as you continued to sit under the pelting spray of the refresher, your eyes boring into the white walls until the world around you faded into nothing. The water had long since run cold, and your body was riddled with goosebumps and wrinkles. But you felt paralyzed by nagging thoughts and memories; you really couldn’t muster the energy to move.

A sharp bang came from the other side of the door, forcing you to jolt against the tiled wall, slamming your elbow into the corner of the refresher.

“Fuck!” You hissed.

“Are you okay in there?” Mando’s voice was rough and oddly laced with a hint of concern.

“Yeah,” you called out. “Yeah, I’m fine. M’sorry, lost track of time.”

There was a beat of silence, and you wondered if you couldn’t hear him speak over the sound of the water. Standing to shut it off, you wrapped your arms around your body and waited silently.

“Left some clothes outside the door for you,” he said. “I’ll be back in the cockpit.”

You waited for the sound of his heavy footsteps to move away from the door, and once you heard the snap of the cockpit door closing, you finally reached out to retrieve the clothes. An oversized sleep shirt and tight black pants were stacked together, and you wondered where in the hell Mando had gotten them from. They were your size, absolutely, but were they someone else’s?

The thought of another woman here with him left you irrationally jealous, even if you knew nothing about him. Why should you care about a bounty hunter?

But the bigger question… why did he care about you?

You shook away the thought and changed quickly, your body still sore in some areas. The mirror was still fogged from the shower, but you wiped away some condensation just to glance at yourself. Your skin was paler than normal, and a dark hue rimmed around your eyes.

You looked fucking terrible.

Smoothing down your hair, you finally exited the refresher, taking in the ship around you. The cargo hold was quiet, a few empty crates scattered around the floor. The interior was made of strong metal, and there was a distant whirring from the carbonite chamber. You shivered at the thought of being forced into it, the endless coldness that would wrap around you. At any point, the Mandalorian could still do that. You weren’t sure what he thought of you–a bounty, a burden, a person to discard.

Were you better off here than with Kesi?

Your mind drifted back once again to the junkyard on Tatooine. The feeling of his hands on your jaw, the wild look in his eyes–

“How’re you feeling?” A gruff voice came from behind you.

You jumped at Mando’s voice and turned to see him leaning against the ladder. You felt small in his presence, the dim light around you bouncing off his shiny beskar. His posture was lax, and he observed you silently as you shifted nervously.

“Better. Yeah, better. Thank you.”

He dipped his helm slowly, elongating the silence between you. You shifted again under his gaze, hands twisting in the sleep shirt that hung off your body.

“Good.”

“Um, Mando. Why–why did you come back?” You asked your eyes on the floor. “You had your reward.”

Mando shifted his body, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Again, there was a steady beat of silence between you as he watched you squirm under his gaze.

“I don’t know.”

It was all he offered. But it wasn’t enough.

“What happens now?” You asked.

“I have to meet with someone,” he explained. “You’ll stay here.”

He didn't give you time to respond before he retired to the cockpit, leaving you alone in the silence.

#mando #mando x reader #mando x f!reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader

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toska-writes · 8 months

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This fix is based on this fanart lol (x)

“A Little Buggy”

Summary: You don’t know where the bugs came from, or why there’s loads and loads but hopefully someone on the squad can gather more than one brain cell to stop this.

Paring: Delta Squad x GN padawan!reader

Warning: none just some brotherly action

Word count: 952 not proofread!

Notes: so clearly school started back which is… fun? Sure yeah. Ficus are gonna be a little slower butttt part 3 of endure is coming out next!

Also better news I got a leopard Gecko who is properly named REX!

You had no idea where the bugs came from, granted they were more dangerous than normal bug's because they were big and metal, and oh yeah could shoot at you.

Watching Scorch run past with a least 3 bugs actively trying to climb up his back. Followed close on his tail flashed the armor of none other than Fixer, carrying both his blaster and the one Scorch dropped.

They seemed to pour from a hole in the factory (that was suppose to blow up altogether) you were originally tasked with destroying.

Now you could understand why.

"Heads up!" The voice of Boss filled your ears, and almost nearly at the same moment you could feel the unmistakable presence of Sev gaining on you. Something cold seemed to grasp you leg pulling you down while igniting your lightsaber. The sucker never stood a chance- however when hundreds more are retaking it's spot- it seemed difficult.

10 of the head sized bugs advanced on you now, but also Sev with guns a blazing. Blaster bolts rained around you as you tried to get back up on your feet, after a shot burned past your ear your head snapped to Sev.

"These little shits Sev, not me!" You yelled as a hand landed on your robes and pulled you up, finally regaining balance you stomped the last droid that was currently on you.

"Yeah we'll it's hard to tell you apart." He spoke with a gruff turning back to look at Boss who had his own problems currently.

You could hear the audible sigh come from Boss as he finished his own little wave of attack. "We'll have to regroup somewhere where we can form another plan to destroy all of the droids."

The comms crackled to life as pants from the resident demolition were heard before he spoke. “Fixer thinks there could be a way to shut them all off if we can get back into the facility.”

“Sev couldn’t have just told us that?” You questioned as another droid was batted down by your lightsaber.

“Little bugger cracked his comms.” From somewhere in the background you could hear the faint voice of Fixer arguing with Scorch probably over the real story.

You could almost hear the eye roll that came from Boss before he started ordering everyone to different positions for this impromptu plan.

The other commandos met up and it was little to no time before you and Scorch were running head first into the swarm.

“I’m starting to see a pattern of these missions.” You huffed to scorch while plowing down the droids.

“Us running into trouble first? Yeah me too.” Scorch shouted too you as more and more of these droid bugs seemed to spears

“If this beeping goes on any longer I swear to the maker.” You could hear Boss curse through the comms.

While you and Scorch tried to lead the bugs one way into the factory Sev, Boss, and Fixer were to take care of any stragglers before looking atriums themselves for some sort of off switch.

“5 credits I find it before you.” Scorch said to you.

“Make it 10.” You countered slapping a bug off the commandos shoulder.

“Is this really the time for bets?” Someone asked over the comms but was downed out when Sev spoke up. “Add an extra 10 if Scorch doesn’t make it back from this one.”

“Hey!-“

“Deal.” You spoke up rounding another bend.

“Fine. Deal.” Scorch solidified his fate.

An inner buzzer to to factory doused the hall with red flashes. Metal scraping over metal married with the sound of blaster bolts followed in the wake of the pair.

Screens upon screens seemed to cover the room both of you entered through before Scorch shot a blast right at the door pad to close it.

The satisfying plunk against the door could also put a gruesome smile on your face.

“Now where oh where could this off switch be?” The demolition man said in a sing song way.

Silence fell over the park as both eyes latched on what could possibly be the switch. Looking back over your view was met with nothing but the commando helmet.

Gripping the armor tightly you pushed as hard as you could to propel yourself quickly to the button.

Realizing this was the way you wanted this to play out Scorch tried desperately to grab onto any part of the Jedi in front of him.

Getting shoved back slightly you watched as Scorch was about to get to the lever. You had to humble him somehow.

Calling upon the force-which was not cheating- the lever came down and the banging on the door seemed to grow quiet.

Whipping around the commando ripped his helmet off before storming up to you. “That’s totally against the rules! Your not getting my credit.”

With a smug look you responded. “Oh no I will get them, just be glad I didn’t sacrifice you to the masses to get the extra 10.”

Opening the door again and walking out to the hall was like walking through a junkyard. Some of the droids were disassembled from trying to claw there way to the front and other were in perfect working conditions.

Scooping one of the better looking ones up Scorch explained. “GARs gonna wanna take a look at these bad boys.”

Rejoining with the group and stepping over many of the abandoned droids the walk to the ship was a quiet one.

That was until you were trying to get your rightfully earned credits since unlike last time you were the one who did it by following the plan.

You said you’d get them back no matter what

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chocobothis · 1 year

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I think one of the major villains of this season of The Mandalorian is going to, in fact, be The Armorer. There’s a lot of different things she’s said or even how her armor looks that makes things questionable, even more so with knowing what we know with Moff Gideon.

This is built entirely from my rambling so please picture the Charlie Day with String Meme. I’ve not reread this and likely want. I just wanna share my believed theories with everyone else because it’s fun. Could I be proven dead wrong? Totally! This is my theories written entirely from what I’ve picked up and how I would write things with The Mandalorian

Let’s start with the one thing that’s been visible every single season: her armor, specifically her helmet. It’s a more subtle style but it is one we’ve seen before with Darth Maul’s Super Commandos. They all wore red armor with the horn pattern on their helmets. We’ve already been given context clues that she’s older than Din because she saw Mandalore before it fell.

We get it from her discussing having seen the Great Forge on Mandalore a light with a hundred smiths. I’m willing to argue that means she saw it before The New Mandalorians took power. We also have what I have listed in the point below.

Second comes from when she was talking to Bo-Katan about the mythosaur. She mentioned that she thought it was just a myth. That’s not something we’ve seen with the ones who grew up within the Children of the Watch. But! It is something Bo-Katan professed before that it’s just myth. So, that implies that she also was a different type of Mandalorian before becoming The Armorer.

A subpoint to the above is that in previous seasons she’s leaned into the myths with the Watch members. It was something she privately thought false but proclaimed true. After all, she said Mandalore was Destroyed and Cursed. She also used improperly gaining the Darksaber as why Bo-Katan was doomed to fail.

Third we have to talk about Moff Gideon’s escape. The transport he was in was attacked and he was extracted, presumably alive, with some beskar left behind. I personally find it weird that there’s a sliver of it left behind because this armor can take blows from lightsabers and blasters. Why in the stars could they have on a prison transport that would shatter a piece of armor and not leave body? It’s also specifically silver beskar.

I’ve seen someone point out this could be Din being sat up because he’s the only one with unpainted beskar armor that is Notable. Which I easily see because there’s politics at play here too.

This is also something the Armorer would have access to considering she runs the forge.

All of this comes together for me to believe the Armorer is setting Bo-Katan up to clash with Din. Being older she knew of Bo’s want to lead Mandalore and her ambition has always been a defining trait. She’s Bo-Katan Kryze of Clan Kryze, House Kryze. She was second-in-command of Death Watch, when people chose to follow Maul she fought (with Ahsoka) to take back Mandalore, and more. It’s easy to assume that what’s currently happening is a minor setback and fiery, ambitious, cutthroat Bo-Katan will reappear. Someone who she can turn toward Din to take back the Darksaber. From there she can dispose of Bo-Katan, if she’s not a good “face”, and have rule of a united Mandalore.

I do think Bo-Katan’s aware that there’s several thing at play with the Armorer’s interest in her. She wasn’t born yesterday, has lived through so many wars, and was raised in a political family. Nothing is ever at face value with leaders.

It’s also what makes her a good counter to Din who is a novice with politics and is blind to the Armorer’s possible actions. Because he’s got a blind spot for her as the leader of his Covert.

My reasoning for her disliking Din comes from how he conducts himself. Why did he break the Creed? It was entirely to save Grogu and nothing more or less. We saw Paz talk about giving up on Ragnar; that’s something Din wouldn’t do. Instead of accepting that he was forever an Apostate because the Living Waters were “destroyed” he proved otherwise. It shows he’s willing to question her authority. Having the Darksaber means it would be easy for him to get followers if he really wanted to. Instead, he’s done the opposite while actively trying to get rid of the damn thing. He also easily gains allies as shown throughout the seasons. A leader who makes easy allies while not seeking power is a dangerous leader because that can’t be bought with more power.

Moff Gideon comes into the this because of his connection to the Empire, Mandalore, and Din. Because going back to the Super Commandos, a group I believe the Armorer was part of initially, who did they follow after Darth Maul? The Empire. His connection to Mandalore comes from his destruction of it and possession of the Darksaber. Who is a sort of Public Enemy Number 1 for Mandalorians? The Moff himself. Finally, and most important, there’s the connection to Din. They clashed on Nevarro, he captured Grogu, and served as a prime antagonist for Din because of who he’s threatened.

How the Moff’s part is going to play out is something I’m still working on. Taking him from the shuttle and killing the crew makes this a New Republic Problem. They have the manpower to hunt down a war criminal to save face. Now, either Din’s potentially being framed as rescuing him for pay (he was a bounty hunter and he is publicly connected to Boba Fett) or he’s being framed as potentially springing him to personally kill him. However, I think the actual plan is to use him for power and a spectacle. Either the Armorer is going to cut a deal with him again because the Super Commandos were never picky about how they got Power as long as they go it. Her Mandalore gets favorable treatment from the Empire Remnants and he gets free. The other option is she cuts a deal, backstabs him later on, and makes his execution (however it happens) into a massive spectacle. Because now the man who caused The Night of a Thousand Tears is dead by a Mandalorian’s hand.

There’s less of a place to tuck this in but I do believe her main plan is to unite Mandalore under “The Mandalorian Creed” that the Children of the Watch follows. Because she told Bo as much when they had the meeting on Nevarro. Instead, what I think it going to happen with a United Mandalore is Din and Bo will end up making some version of the Resol’nare from Legends. It’s six tenants that all Mandalorians follow but it’s less strict that the Creed we’ve been shown. Because if this is going to be a new age for Mandalore it makes sense it would be heralded by Bo and Din (who technically was seen by the Mythosaur even if he was a little unconscious) that unites their principles and love for their people.

I’ll end this with my less serious, cracky theory that the Armorer is a member of Clan Saxon. This is built entirely from how I view her connection to Moff Gideon/the Empire and how in Rebels both Saxons were pains in the ass who partnered up with the Empire. It’s also a potentially neat way to bring in Thrawn because Thrawn was in contact with Tiber Saxon.

#star wars #the mandalorian #mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #mandalorian season 3 #star wars meta #din dijarn #bo katan kryze #the armorer #moff gideon #honestly this is me having a fun time and wanting to see some fun politics back in mandalorian #making my darlings complicated

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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Okokok I know I know but hear me out. A n g s t

Tw: character death

So like 2012 turtles w/ little brother reader but reader dies bc of shredder or smthn bc evil

What would the reaction of the turtles be? Bonus if we get splinters reaction.

If this ask makes u uncomfortable that's understandable ^^ feel free to ignore

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU OPENING UP REQUESTS AGAIN AFTER THIS ONE AND LITERALLY BEGGING U GUYS FOR MORE 2012 ONES I LOVE THEM..

I really took this prompt and wrote a whole novel and I'm so happy with myself atm I love this prompt and I love these guys and I <3<3<3 EEE I may be a rise!Leo kinnie now but I was a 2012!Leo kinnie first. He's so scrunkl.

Almost forgot, do notice that I didn't explicitly say reader died at the end 👁👁🤨👀...

Warnings; implied character death, stabbing and injuries are depicted multiple times in a good amount of detail, I went ham on this one folks, oh I also cuss in this one gang I rly enjoyed this

( Familial ) 2012 ! Turtles and Splinter & Little Brother Reader (he/him used)

Part 1 - You're Here

Part 2 - Shatter the Mind

Part 3 - Shatter the Heart

Part 4 - Shatter the Innocence

Shatter

Everything was a blur, blasters shooting past you, the sound of metal against metal ringing through your skull, everything was happening all at once and you could barely focus on anything five feet in front of you.

You glanced around, seeing each one of your brother's in their own fight, and you quickly tried to focus back on your own.

Fishface stood in front of you, his mechanical legs whirring with his large imposing steps. He looked confident, like he knew you were having trouble with the chaos of the battle around you. It made your stomach twist in fury.

You growled at the fellow mutant, raising your weapons and charging at him quickly, he simply grinned in response, moving out of the way at the last moment, bringing you face to face with none other than Shredder himself.

You panicked, trying to backtrack but it was too late. The sound his blades made when they hit your plastron, at full force mind you, was loud and sickening.

You blinked, looking down at Shredder's fist right up against your stomach, no blades to be seen. But that could only mean-

He pulled his arm back, and you felt every inch of his blades leave your body. There a was a scream, your scream maybe? You weren't sure, everything was hazy all of a sudden.

Shredder put his hand on your head, looking you in the eyes before pushing you backwards, making you land heavily on your shell.

You needed to get up, get help, get your brothers, Donnie, Leo, Raph, Mikey. You needed to at least call for someone, anyone.

But when you opened your mouth only blood came flowing up. Internal bleeding, you recognized through the pain induced haze.

How fun.

Raph and Mikey were busy with Rocksteady when it happened. Double teaming on the large rhino with ease. Really these guys were pathetic.

Raph kicked Rocksteady off balance, glancing over to Mikey to say something, but he froze when he saw the haunted expression on his little bro's face. He furrowed his eyebrows, turning quick to where Mikey was facing, and almost had a heart attack.

There you were, Shredder's claws deep in your stomach, piercing through your practically shattered plastron. He watched in stunned silence as Shredder pulled his claws from your body, blood gushing out of the wound. That was what brought him back to reality.

He turned to Shredder, seeing nothing but red. He couldn't come up with any insults, nor quips, he was too focused on his sudden need to rip Shredder limb from limb.

He just screamed, screamed in fury and anguish as he rushed forward, sais out as he lunged at Shredder, and collided with Fishface.

Fine? This bastard wanted a fight? Now he had one.

Mikey jumped into action as soon as Raph did, seemingly kickstarted by his brother's scream.

He rushed over to you, dropping to his knees as he called for your older brothers. They'd know what to do, they always did, they were always so smart and Mikey- Mikey couldn't think past the idea of you, his little brother, his best friend, dying in front of him.

He couldn't fathom a world without you in it, he'd be missing a peice of himself without you there, he couldn't lose you yet!

"LEO! DONNIE! HELP! HELP HELP- HE NEEDS HELP-!"

Leo was hyperfocused on his fight, trying to keep Tigerclaw out of the way from the others. He was so preoccupied he didn't even realize Shredder had shown up. God he was so stupid.

He only realized something was wrong when Mikey yelled, sounding the most terrified he'd ever been in his life.

Instantly Leo was on high alert, spinning around as quick as he could and rushing to where he had heard Mikey shout from, "Mikey! What-"

Holy shit.

Leo froze in place, staring down at your shuddering form, watching as your breathing slowed, as blood dripped from your mouth and the gaping hole in your shattered plastron.

He heard Mikey shout at him, begging and pleading with him to do something, anything, but he couldn't take his eyes away from your broken and shattered form.

You were dying. You were dying and he was frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare.

His whole body trembled as Mikey continued to yell and sob, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, his entire body shut down in an instant, and he could only stare.

"Leo! Leo cmon please! Say something, anything dude please!" Donnie heard Mikey beg as he rushed forward.

He heard their screams, and mentally prepared himself for the worst. But once he saw you, he too froze for a moment, glancing at you, Mikey, and finally Leo, recognizing that there was no one here level headed enough to bark orders.

He hesitated, before realizing if you had any chance of survival, it was him.

"..M..Mikey- Mikey! I need you to pick him up, gently so you don't jostle his plastron. We need to get him home, we can't help him here!" Donnie exclaimed, voice shaking as he took charge in place of his brother.

Mikey looked up at Donnie, nodding once and reaching down to pick you up, as gentle as he could possibly be with you.

Donnie grabbed Leo's arm and dragged him away with Mikey, yelling behind him for Raph.

"Raph! Retreat! Lair!" He shrieked, hoping that his brother heard him, before the three of them made their way down to the sewers, some more carefully than others.

Hours later, all five brothers were home. Donnie and Mikey were with you in the lab, frantically trying help you in any way they could, while Leo and Raph had been deemed too emotionally unstable to even be near the room.

Raph was at his punching bag, throwing swing after swing, trying not think about the way your plastron cracked underneath Shredder's blades, or the vacant look in your eyes as you fell backwards.

He shook his head and punched the bag harder. Too much. All too much. He needed to do something, anything.

He glanced over at Leo, slumped down on the sofa, staring at the turned off TV in front of him.

It would be so easy to grill Leo right now. Truly there was so much he could say. Why did you freeze? Why didn't you say anything? Why are you forcing Donnie to pick up your slack?

But every time the words rose to his throat, he saw the haunted look in his older brother's eyes, the pure fear and horror painted clear as day on his face, and he held himself back, punching the words out silently into his punching bag.

Leo was still reeling, stuck on the empty vacant stare you had as you lay shattered on the ground. But now there was the guilt. Why hadn't he moved? Why didn't he come up with a plan? Why did it take Donnie literally dragging him down the streets of New York for him to even somewhat come to his senses. God, he was a horrible leader, a horrible brother- why did he let this happen to you-

A familiar voice cleared their throat behind him, and Leo felt every molecule in his body tense up in fear. He turned slowly, seeing Master Splinter stood tall behind him, with Raph cowering just a bit away.

"Leonardo. Raphael." He addressed both brothers, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What happened on patrol this evening."

Leo shared a look with Raph, who only offered a nervous frown.

He took a deep breath and stood on shaking legs, facing his sensei and bowing his head. "..m..Master Splinter.. we.. there was.. an ambush. We were ambushed. There were too many villains.. and.. we got separated.." Leo tried to focus on his breathing, and not the looming presence of his sensei in front of him.

"..he.. Shredder.. he was there and.. and.." he couldn't say it, he couldn't say it, if he said it he'd relive it all over again he couldn't say it-

"Donnie and Mikey are in the lab with him. He's.. badly injured sensei." Raph mumbled from a little bit away, and Leo let out a sigh, grateful for the interruption.

Splinter glanced between his two sons, slowly working out what they were implying. Once he realized what had happened, he felt a cold stab of fear straight through his heart. Of course. Of course it would be you. His youngest. Of course he would go after you first.

Without another word Splinter rushed to Donatello's lab, gasping lightly at your state. Oh. Oh no.

He wasted no time in joining his two sons in attending to you, luckily they were too preoccupied with you that they didn't even question the extra help.

No one was sure if this was time spent in vain, but no one cared. They were going to do everything they could to save you, to bring you back, their youngest. They needed you here, with them. You can't die yet. You can't.

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Episode 6 Thoughts

(Spoilers for TBB Season 2)

I loved this episode!!! A nice combination of fun and action with some emotional elements as well. I had a great time with it!

So of course, here are my bullet point thoughts.

Echo being put on babysitting duty and promptly losing Omega. She wanders off so often. 🤣

Love how Tech is insulted that they don't trust his forgery skills. How dare you question his ability to do illegal activities.

When I saw those droids electrocuting Gungi I was ready to throw hands. 😤

I love Gungi's character design. He's definitely grown up a bit and I love the pauldron and the wrap as a belt.

Tech automatically assuming that the blaster fire was caused by Omega. 🤣

He wasn't wrong though!

Is this the first time we've seen both Tech and Echo piloting the Marauder this season? It feels weird that we've gone so long without seeing those two in the cockpit.

Gungi looked so sad! I can't deal with this. 😭

HUNTER CAN SPEAK WOOKIE???

I wanna give Gungi a hug so bad. 🥺

Echo actually got some dialogue this episode. Love to see it. 🥰

Kashyyyk looks awesome!

I love how they lean into the fact that Gungi was really young when he went to the Jedi temple, so he isn't familiar with his home planet. He knows that these are his people, but he's still a little unsure.

Lots of webs!

Fun fact about me, I actually hate spider webs more than I hate actual spiders, so I would not be having a fun time. 😬

Weird spider things look very similar to the ice spiders! Nice bit of convergent evolution there. 😊 (And yes, my zoologist brain thinks about these things when watching TBB apparently...)

So. Much. Gungi. Looking. Sad. 😭

OUCH 😭

When I saw the wookie pelt on that trandoshan, I got so angry. 😤

Stop burning his home, you hissy bastards!

Character designs in this episode are great! ✨️

Soundtrack is also amazing, as always.

We only see brief glimpses of them, but I love how we get an insight into the traditions and beliefs of the wookies. I love that touch.

Laser sword

Echo's face the first time he was offered the soup. 🤣

Speaking to the trees!!!

When I heard the line "we'll take all the allies we can get" in the trailer, I did not think they would be talking about trees but here we are.

Weird giant monkey things are awesome!

I don't want to think about what those spider things did to Venomor. 😖

It was probably not fun.

WRECKER SPEAKING WOOKIE

Also, Echo's little cheers with the bowl was adorable. 🥰 Character development right there! 🤣

It's interesting that they talk about the fact that neither Omega nor Gungi can ever truly be children in a world like this. Especially since last episode was a chance for Omega to actually get to act like a kid for once. Last episode was very much a look into what her life should be, while this one is more of a look into what her life really is like.

Omega joining Gungi in listening to the trees. I adore her desire to understand people and their traditions, even if it is just child-like curiosity.

And I love seeing Gungi partaking in the tribe's tradition as well. He's unsure of what he's doing but he understands that it's his culture and he wants to be a part of it. 🥺

This episode is very interesting in the fact that it shows not only the repercussions of the rise of the Empire, but also how the lives of younglings was changed when they were subscribed to the Jedi.

They never really got a chance to grow up understanding their own personal culture and heritage, and that's not necessarily something we always think about.

To summarise this slight messy bullet list, I loved this episode!

Seeing not only the effect that Order 66 had on Gungi, but also his struggle to return to a place that he doesn't truly know because all he ever really remembers is life at the Jedi Temple. Seeing him fit back into the tribe is really sweet to see.

Hunter and Echo are once again the tired parents this episode. 🤣 But it was nice to see Echo being a little more vocal again, and Hunter putting his hand on Echo's shoulder as a supportive thing was nice. They don't alway see eye to eye, but at the end of the day, they are still brothers.

Actually, everyone felt like they had a place in the episode so I'm very happy about that. It's great to have an episode that feels like it's about the Batch again.

It was a solid episode and I really enjoyed it!

Even more exciting is that we get 2 episodes next week!!! 🥳 But it also means we'll be halfway through this season already. 🥲

#the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #star wars #omega #echo #tech #wrecker #hunter #gungi

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So, I was doing some editing the other day, and I realized something about the structure of “Replacements” that I hadn’t before. The “Chipped Crosshair Commits War Crimes” sequence is immediately preceded by Omega telling Hunter that he shouldn’t be angry at Crosshair, because it’s not Crosshair’s fault, which I’d clocked before. The thing I hadn’t clocked, though, was the way the war crimes sequence is framed on the other side by a scene of Omega confronting a dangerous wild animal and realizing that even though it’s cornered and lashing out, it doesn’t actually want to hurt her if it can help it—it’s just hungry and scared. I don’t one-hundred percent know what to do with this, but the framing if the war crimes sequence by those two scenes is important, so just throwing some stuff out there:

1. The war crimes sequence begins with a moment that is heavily implied by the visuals to be the tail end of Crosshair having had another enhancement procedure done to his chip and is framed by these two Omega scenes as a way for the storytellers to remind us that as monstrous as Crosshair’s actions are, it’s not something he’s choosing to do. He’s been robbed of the capacity to do otherwise. Omega saying, “You shouldn’t be angry at him; it’s not his fault,” is as direct a way of telling the audience that as you can get. He’s culpable for other stuff he’s going to do later on, but not this, and that’s important.

2. The contrast between the way Crosshair’s confrontations with Saw Gerrera’s group and ES-01 all end with violence and death and the way Omega’s confrontation with the ordo moon dragon ends with understanding and an alternative solution that doesn’t involve violence, though she’s carrying a blaster, strengthens each part of the episode. The Omega-Hunter-centric A-plot has a lot of complex emotional stuff going on, but it’s also fairly heartwarming and lighthearted. The Crosshair-centric B plot is, like everything to do with Crosshair in this show, pitch dark. But putting them in direct contrast with each other and highlighting the parallels between the them helps to both make them feel contiguous when we would otherwise feel tone whiplash and cranks the reaction the audience has to each part of the episode up to eleven. The horror of seeing that close of up Crosshair’s helmeted face as we hear screams and blaster fire in the background and know those civilians are dead heightens the relief that Omega doesn’t have to shoot the moon dragon in the end; the warmth of having the brothers all gathered together as Wrecker welcomes her to her new room and makes sure she knows she’s welcome and has a place with them highlights the depth of Crosshair’s emptiness in the previous scene. They just do a very good job of tying this together, and I’m here for it.

3. Once The Bad Batch is over and finished (hopefully not for a long while) it’s going to be so damn fun to go back and analyze the show as a whole.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #replacements #I love!#this show!

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thereforepizza · 2 years

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Turns Out, You’re good at Dodgeball

Summary: Rex’s team vs y/n’s team in a heated game of dodgeball. Who will win?

Pairing: Rex x Reader

Tags: It’s pretty much just fun and games with a bit of flirting on the side. There are a few hints towards nsfw though

If y’all find something that needs tagged, please tell me! I’ll gladly tag it here

word count: 2k

"Y/N, I can dodge blaster fire. It's hardly fair for me to play," With a hand on her hip, Ahsoka shrugged to the two team captains. You challenged her with a grin.

"That's exactly why I want you on my team. Jedi are infamously masters at dodgeball. Besides, wouldn’t it be good training for you?"

She shook her head, "I'd consider it if the other team had Anakin, but seeing as he's busy with the Counsel, I'll officiate."

"As you wish, Commander," eyes searching the group of eager clones. "Styke, then," you gestured to one of the few sharp shooters in Torrent company. Those men were keen on having excellent aim.

Rex raised an eyebrow at you, then called on the next sharp shooter. Once all of the snipers were chosen, you called on Echo. Fives was taken by Rex, so you went for Tup next. Eventually, you were down to shinies whose skills were untested by either of you. Rex chose the last man and you were down to business, pulling your team aside for a game plan.

"And remember to go for the knees or just past the shoulders," Styke pointed. "Firstly, they might go to catch it, but if your throw it fast enough, they'll miss. Most importantly, some will expect you to aim for the feet, so don't do it till they stop jumping up to dodge. When that happens, light them up."

You nodded, "Try to remember how people dodge as well. Use it against them later."

"Also," Echo chimed in, stretching an arm, "Get the best players out first. Rex, Fives, Lucien, Parkour, and Kam are good as far as I'm aware. Though we have a few shinies who might make a name for themselves today," he sent an encouraging smile to the newcomers.

After your team drew up a plan to take them by surprise, you finally asked, "Anything else?"

No additional advice was given so your team dispersed, making their way to the end of the gym so they could start. Ahsoka called out a few rules such as "no head-shots because of Hog."

A shiny frowned, muttering to himself, "Hog?"

"We don't... talk about Hog," Tup hummed, tightening his bun.

"Rest in peace, Hog's beautiful nose," Styke thumped his chest respectfully. Echo wiped an invisible tear from his eye.

After both teams were ready, Ahsoka whistled loudly and the majority of the guys rushed to the line. As an experienced dodgeball player, you stayed back. Your team had a plan of attack that would take a few minutes to come into action. You wanted Rex to think you were unprepared. In reality, you were watching each of his men to understand their defense.

Rex's team executed a well-made formation, sending shot after shot towards your men. Only a few fell. They adequately dodged most of the fire that rained down on them. You spotted one clone gunning for you and pretended to be oblivious, then as the ball whizzed toward your waist, you caught it. It stung a little, but you held it up to show him he was out. Peering around, you realized that your guys had followed instruction well. They now had the majority of the dodge balls.

At that, you smirked, meeting Rex's gaze from across the gym. He realized your plan with an irritated groan and started shouting instructions to his men as you cried, "Spank ‘em, boys!"

As if they'd trained for weeks, they lined up in two rows. The first wave fired at the five men Echo had pointed out earlier. Multiple shots hit others, but Lucien, Fives, Kam, and Rex remained standing. Then the front line kneeled and out came the second volley of fire. Fives, Kam, and several others immediately fell. Then you chucked your ball at Lucien and it hit him in the side as he dodged one from your men.

After nearly half of his team was taken out, you realized that Rex still held a ball. That was when it hit you: he hadn't thrown a single one yet. What was he waiting for?

His plan came into motion and you froze, realizing your mistake. He'd known you would go for the ones you knew played well. When his shinies released a volley of deadly shots to your men's torsos, you internally slapped yourself, wishing you'd thought to guard them from that. That attack took out a hefty portion of your guys so you decided to act.

"Echo!"

You were joined by him soon and you quickly explained your idea. "Sounds good, Sarge. I'll let the others know."

You watched the pattern Rex's team went with. They agreed on one target and pattered him till he fell. It's hard to dodge several balls at once. As the last of your men were informed of the plan, the other team changed strategy. So you came up with a more offensive version of defense: as soon as one man threw the ball, aim at his feet. You led them in this, sending your shots and telling others to do the same.

This worked quite well and soon your teams were even. You called Echo over to formulate another plan. He jogged over and stopped. Just as he turned away from the others, a ball was thrown at him. You warned him and he used a ball to deflect the shot, but the one in his hand slipped free. He sighed, shooting a glare at Kix, who had released that shot. The medic returned a devilish grin.

"That's for skipping out on your medical last week!"

"Shove it, Kix!" Echo called, jogging to the out of bounds line.

Soon the teams were both down to four, and you wondered why they didn't target you yet. A few more throws and a caught ball later and it was you and a shiny against Rex. He watched you like a hawk, prowling along the back the wall. You called the shiny, whom you learned was named Tyler, and gave him your plan.

"If we aren't careful, he'll wait till we're out of munitions." You eyed your captain as he paused, arms crossed. Fives whooped support at him, leading Echo to cheer you and Tyler on. This encouraged the whole lot of clones who'd gotten out to begin a loud ruckus of support. "He's only thrown a ball once this whole game which means one of two things: he didn't want to reveal his skill yet, or he has a hurt shoulder."

"I bet it's the former," he said. "Head up!" You looked up as Rex jerked his arm. It was a fake to make the shiny dodge.

"Wait—" you began just as Tyler ducked into Rex's trap. It skimmed his shoulder and he groaned, falling onto his back dramatically.

"Remember me, brothers!" He draped an arm over his eyes. The crowd laughed, and a few of them offered fake tears and condolences.

"We shall never forget you, Tyler," you bowed your head, offering him a hand up while still eyeing your captain. "Good job,"

He sauntered to the edge of the gym and joined his boisterous brothers.

"Just us now, Y/N."

"It was meant to be," you winked at Rex, picking up an extra ball. What you'd given heed to the shiny about was right: Rex had most of the balls on his side. You decided you'd let him collect them all.

You both stood at the ready. Tension broke when you sent a ball zinging past him. He hardly flinched, dark eyes trained on you.

As you reached for another ball, he threw one at you. You rolled out of the way and got to your feet. The speed at which it zipped by was terrifying. You shot two more at him and reached for another. Soon, he had all but one.

"I thought your aim would be better," he tossed a ball into the air and caught it again, frowning. "Guess blasters are more your speed."

"Maybe I'm making myself seem weak," you chided, moving back to the center of the gym. He cautiously mirrored you. "We're the last two people standing and you're mistaken if you think I'll let you win."

"See, now you're trying to dristract me with small talk—"

You launched your final ball at him, nailing a ball in his hand. To your chagrin, his grip was strong. Without missing a beat, he shot a ball at you. In one swift movement, you collapsed low to the ground and caught it.

An uproar came from your team of twenty clones on the sidelines as they jumped up and ran to you. You didn't break eye contact with a shocked Rex who let a smile etch onto his face. Before you knew it you were enveloped in your guys as they congratulated you and cheered.

You eventually got out of the throng of celebrating clones and made your way to Rex's salty team. With a grin, you pushed through to Rex and extended a hand. "Good job, Cap. That was impressive."

"Thank you. It was a good game," he nodded, shaking your hand, "Maybe Anakin should've been here—he might've considered promoting you after that display."

You chuckled, "Dodgeball isn't a battlefield."

He shrugged, an amused glint in his eye, "No it isn't. I reckon we should play again now that I know your strategy."

"I'll still kick you in the shebs,"

"Maybe tonight I'll consider it," he winked. The boys around you both let out a collective, "ooohhhh!" and you rejoined.

"Doubt you could handle me," you smirked into his devilish eyes for effect, "I haven't always been a soldier."

The boys let out a similar response only to be interrupted by their commander. "Alright boys, time's up! Skyguy just commed." She stood at the edge of the gym and continued with the room mostly quieted, "He wants all officers to report to him immediately. The troops are to prep for takeoff by 1700."

Disappointed to not be playing another round of dodgeball but excited to be headed back to the field so soon, the group dispersed. You fist bumped several of the men on the way out and received jabs that you naturally returned. You met back up with the other officers with an easy smile on your face.

"You know it isn't appropriate to openly flirt with your C.O., right, Y/N?"

"If I remember correctly, Echo," you raised a brow, "he started it."

Rex's eyes met the ceiling sarcastically before they found you, "Might get yourself in trouble with those kinds of accusations."

"In trouble with who? The Chancellor?"

"Or your captain," he drawled.

You chided, "Maybe that was the plan,"

"Get yourselves a room, you disgusting plebes," Fives gagged, speed-walking to get in front of the laughing group.

"Yeah, you two need a room," Echo echoed, catching up with his twin.

Your trek continued to a conference room where you met with your general. He began a briefing with the officers that would enter you all into the real galaxy again, ending your short break. Afterwards, you and Rex planned the next dodgeball battle for whenever you might next return to Coruscant, where you promised to take him out.

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Do people actually strategize in dodgeball? Idk but it would really make the game more intense

At the end of each one shot, I like to add a little Q&A to interact with readers. Feel free to comment a response! Q. If you had to chose one P.E. activity, which would you erase from your memory?

A. The Fitness Grand Pacer Test. No question

masterlist

#Tcw fanfic #clone wars #the clone wars #ct 7567 #ct 5555 #ct 1409 #rex x reader #captain rex x female reader #captain rex x reader

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elfdragon12 · 5 months

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You know... I think my personal top 5 Transformers stories in no particular order are:

Beast Wars

IDW2

Bumblebee 2018/ROTB

G1 Sunbow cartoon

Earthspark

BW just overall has really good and consistent character writing and development with a nice balance of silly kids show to serious thought-provoking story. The graphics and rendering are indeed dated but the actual animation looks better than a lot of later shows (TFP, CV, and ES are some of the only computer animated TF shows that hold up against it). Say what you will of Blackarachnia/Silverbolt, Blackarachnia never once takes a back seat to SB (he's her malewife) after they get together and her story is always hers (unfortunately rare for m/f ships). Everyone wants the Dinobot arc even if they can't figure out why it was so good (I'd say WFC was the closest to replicating the true spirit of it). It's also what I grew up with.

IDW2 has so many female characters, well-known and obscure, and I love them all (no Furman nonsense here!). Plus, good queer ships right off the bat with none I dislike. I also find the setup for Cybertronian society really interesting and I enjoyed the exploration of a society that has so heavily defined itself by its war trauma. I appreciated the handling of Geomotus. Also, I very much appreciated how fair it was to organic races (pity it was canceled before Ruckley could include humans). I also felt like this series had a better handling on how to make safety vs freedom a more balanced argument (for example, I did sympathize with the struggle of the Constructicons, but WHEW! That's a good show as to why leaders held the people back even if it was a bit self-fulfilling prophecy).

BBB/ROTB are what we wanted for live action films. They're not high art, but they have good characters, fun action, decent pacing, nice character designs, and touching moments. The human drama doesn't overshadow the Transformers story the fans are here for.

G1 is the OG, what can I say? It's an 80s show meant to sell toys to kids, but it's still good (as long as you remember what it is). While there certainly are some episodes that are very... Episode, there are also some legitimately good stories. Also, I personally loved season 2 just being a long string of character vignettes (the two Tracks episodes are top tier as well as the Blaster. There are a lot of good organic characters, including some really good female characters. It's a fun time, overall.

The second youngest Transformers series has had a pretty strong showing for a first season (the season finale was rushed and wonky, but that reeked of the showrunners getting yanked around without a clear answer on whether they got a season 2 or not and, unfortunately, not unusual for the franchise). The animation is top notch, blending 2D and 3D really well. The fight choreography is exciting. The family dynamic is heartwarming. I extra love Swindle here with his brother, Hardtop. The hints of the past have been enticing and I'm curious as to what further reveals are in store.

#transformers #personal opinion #Had a thought for a type of post but wanted to be more positive #Since I can get stuck in a grumbling mood #The stuff I really enjoy #Try arguing and you get blocked

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rubykgrant · 2 months

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(I've babbled a little bit about what my thoughts were for DigiMon AUs as a kid, and how I wish things could be re-done slightly, so I may as well just put it all together. To be clear, this isn't an idea of "the perfect" version, or meant to slam the original versions, just some thoughts I had when I was younger that I'm having fun expanding on~)

Original Adventure; not much different... I wish ALL the DigiDestined got to have the spot-light when it came to the final Mega forms of their partners (I also wish DNA Digivolving had been introduced earlier... it already kinda was, with the implications of OmniMon, but imagine if this was something each kid got to do, and we saw every combo of the original group)

02 Adventure; Kari is the one who inherits the goggles from Tai, so she's the new leader kid (Davis is still very much the man of action, he's just not in charge of everybody else. he's also come to accept that Kari isn't into him, and instead he's ironically over-protective when other dudes talk to her- "Is this guy bothering you?" she can handle herself fine, but she finds it endearing). A few more kids in the group, so there is a full team of new DigiDestined with each Crest (maybe some of the international kids we eventually met are introduced earlier, they get to be part of things through the internet etc), but they also still share/trade Armors, so we see every form of each DigiMon

Tamers; also not much different... I like the idea of Ai and Mako being a little older when ImpMon finally reunites with them, implying it has been a few years since they were last together (and as for who the actual partner is, I lean toward Ai being a little older, and thus the DigiVice was meant to be hers, and after they have a tearful reunion, she joins ImpMon when he goes to help the others, BioMerging into a new form of BeelzeMon- let's call that BeelzeMon Noble Mode. Mako still gives them the toy gun that turns into the big blaster). Also, ImpMon gets to actually have a cool Evolution sequence. A little more attention for Kazu, Kenta, and Suzie too~

Frontier; first of all, Zoe's DigiMon Warrior forms need to look BETTER. just... an actually COOL armor design for KazeMon, and a legit Beast Form (not just a lady with bird wings on her head and robot arms). When the main kids meet the antaginist DigiMon, they don't realize these are other kids at first, because they only ever see them while fighting and transformed with their Spirit Evolution. Eventually, when one of them is finally defeated a tired-out, the main kids see them transform back! They finally realize these "evil DigiMon" are just like them! Except, y'know. Being jerks to the EXTREME. Koichi is still dealing with the same issues (being separated from his physical body, and some memory-loss), but he's the the first one to officially switch sides. Eventually, the other kids come around, it just takes a while... but then there is a full team of the Ten Legendary Warriors!

#digimon

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Tbh I feel like megalo strike back was made for Crimson. The way the song's name mirrors megalomania and is like a scary boss song. I feel like it could be be their battle theme!

Can they play that song on the piano too?

(Also fun fact! Did you know megalo strike back is actually a remix of an existing song from Earthbound called "I miss you")

they don't really connect to that song as much. while it has a cool beat , the emotional weight of getting their soul crushed by a gaster blaster as the best drops is always going to overpower a song that they found in the unused files...

though... it'd be a lie to say they never heard it in battle. [*****] did try to boot them out of the game quite a few times. and it's not like there was a battle box to begin with.

it was just them and the "consequences" of their actions going face to face... but crimson would always outrun karma. they WERE above the consequences.

unfortunately tho, poor sans was not. he just HAPPENED to be the right missing piece. it's not like he was special.

or maybe it WAS because he was special to crimson that it happened?

they aren't sure. but they know they'll never feel alone again. while terrifying it has a sense of comfort to it aswell.

megalo strike back is nothing but a faint reminder of the consequences the world FAILED to restrict them to.

they can play it in the piano but it's not well practiced and it's flimsy. it's nowhere near the level of expertise they have with megalovania.

they've even tried experimenting with it. going for a darker theme or and edgier tone...

music is fun! it's not really that much different than landing the perfect hit with the knife.

it's all about timing.

#dusttale player #dusttale oc #crimson

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mister-e-muss · 5 months

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I forgot to make another backlog report earlier in the month, so here’s the three games I beat in October:

Thoughts below

Luigi’s Mansion 3:

I’ll admit to having a limited amount of experience with the series, having only played about half of Dark Moon before, but this was a solid experience. A nice sort of puzzle adventure game that had some fun humor and a tiny bit of spookiness.

I kinda wish they leaned a little bit more into the spooky though. I know these games have to be kid-friendly, but kids can take a lot more than you think.

The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening:

The plot twist for this game was spoiled to me quite some time ago when I was first curious about the series. Even with that though, this was a thoroughly charming game that didn’t overstay

It also has a great soundtrack. Not the best, but definitely solid.

Also, whatever gripes I could come up with are made up for by having an in-game dungeon maker.

Blaster Master Zero:

If you know Inti-creates, then you know that they make solid action-platformers. BMZ is no exception. The back-and-forth between top-down dungeons and side scrolling over worlds was a nice mix of variety.

I do wish some things were a bit clearer though. I initially got the bad ending because I thought two upgrades were hidden behind something I couldn’t get, a la Metroid. Turns out, no, just camera tricks and poor telegraphing.

#blaster master zero #luigi’s mansion #luigi’s mansion 3 #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #link’s awakening #backlog report

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novafire-is-thinking · 2 years

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Behind the Playlist - Transformers: Prime Edition (Part 19 of 22: Soundwave)

Link to the other posts in my Behind the Playlist series

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A superior playlist for one of the truest Decepticons to ever traverse the stars. I made sure that most of my song choices lined up with defining aspects of his character without needing words. The songs that do have lyrics provide further structure and glimpses into specific parts of his story that stand out to me.

Intended overarching themes and/or qualities: The Silent Strategist, Loyalty, Power Behind the Throne

My personal favorite(s) from this playlist: Cathedral, Firestarter, Loyal, Night Vision, Masters of Time, The One to Survive, Secrets In Your Head, Erase the Memory, Alone, Firebird, Bounce, Valor, Spartan, and Ottumn

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Full song list and explanations under the cut:

Cathedral by Volta

I love how the music here seems to capture Soundwave’s wordless taunting conveyed in the way he conducted himself (body language, fighting style, etc.)

Soundwave by Valerio Reali

Soundwave superior.

W.A.V.E. (Bonus Track) by Emil Rottmayer

Megatron’s right-hand ‘wave. The true second-in-command.

Firestarter (Doug Weir Remix) by Manafest

“I've never been the one to blaze a path / But I've never been the type that just gets walked all over / I don't normally overreact / But I just can't sit here waiting / For someone to initiate it / I won't sit back and watch it waste away”

Once a member of Cybertron’s high council, Soundwave saw the deteriorating state of Cybertronian society and was moved by the suffering of the lower castes. No one else was taking effective action to relieve the suffering of Cybertron’s people, and he refused to sit around waiting for them to do so. His vehement resignation from the high council was a major wake up call.

“I wanna be a fire starter / You can help me if you wanna / We can spread and make the whole world light up / Light up, light up”

I like to think of this as the essence of what Soundwave would have said to Megatron when he recognized the latter’s revolutionary potential.

“Do the right thing and don't look back / They can judge me, but they won't ever suffocate me / I can see through the truth and all the lies / You can tell me it's not worth fighting / But I've seen it, I believe it / I won't stand by and watch it waste away”

Soundwave is nothing if not resilient. He’d been part of the rebellion against the Quintessons and witnessed Cybertron’s Golden Age. When things started devolving during The Age of Rust, he saw through the empty talk of the other members of The Council. Soundwave did what they were too afraid to do by living like those in the lower castes in order to ignite change.

Loyal by ODESZA

Semper fidelis

(Latin: ‘always faithful / loyal’)

Ultraviolet by Aevi

Soundwave made purple bio lights cool before Dark Energon.

Electricity - Original mix by DOWN

Soundwave and Laserbeak were the only two bots in TFP with the ability to disable opponents via direct electric shock. First, I wonder how much more energon that used up per shock. Also, why didn’t Soundwave use it on Wheeljack during their tussle over the resonance blaster? Because having Soundwave stand over Wheeljack with the sound weapon in hand was much cooler, of course.

Night Vision by Lindsey Stirling

You know the scene in Triage where Soundwave arrived to retrieve an injured Laserbeak at night as a terrified Ratchet hid? This song makes me think of that scene.

Masters of Time by Iván Torrent

I think this song matches Soundwave’s air of mystery and pure effectiveness as the sharpest* bot under Megatron’s command.

*physically and mentally

Break The Silence by The FifthGuys

He broke his silence once in the entirety of TFP. And it was awesome.

Carry On by The Score, AWOLNATION

“When it's cold in this wild, wild world / Everyone's trying to dig your grave / I carry on / When you're told you don't the fit the mold / Now everybody's got a say / I carry on / When the madness all around us starts to take it's toll / I carry on / It's a long, dark, winding road we're on / Oh, I carry on”

@onewingedsparrow introduced this one to me a while back. I think it’s a great fit for Soundwave because I can interpret it as expressing the apathy he displayed in TFP. By the time we met him in the show, he was far from the passionate defender of the oppressed portrayed in The Covenant of Primus. It’s reasonable to assume that, as a way to survive the pain of war, Soundwave became indifferent and carried on by holding too tightly to his blind trust in Megatron and his methods.

The One to Survive by Hidden Citizens, Josh Bruce Williams

“I'm a winner / I'm a fighter / Here to stay / And you're gonna remember my name / No nothing can stand in my way / This what I live for / This is my game

Even if the sky is falling / Even if the waters rise / Even if the world is ending / I will make it out alive / I will be the one to survive”

“Survivalist” is a term that comes to mind when I think of Soundwave and his predominant mindset. He stayed away from direct confrontation most of the time, but it was extremely difficult to take him out of a fight once he did get involved. His gift for calculated risk enabled him to survive to the end of the war, even outliving Megatron (until his resurrection, of course).

Resonance by Scott Buckley

A nod to the Resonance Blaster.

Secrets In Your Head by UNSECRET, Jillian Edwards

I can only imagine the weight of all the secrets and memories Soundwave carried within his mind. I’ve played with angsty headcanons related to why he might have held onto memories so tightly, but I’ll wait to share those another time.

Erase the Memory by Sparkee

Erasing particular memories of his may have been something Soundwave was able to do, but chose not to for multiple reasons. One of which was the fact that his memories—both the good and the bad—were vital to his survival and the survival of the Decepticon cause.

Alone by Altrøx

After losing all but one minicon/cassette companion, his closest* friend, and the cause he’d dedicated his life to, I’m sure Soundwave’s loneliness and despair were nearly crushing at some point during his stay in the Shadowzone. He had no one else but Laserbeak and a terrorcon for company. I do wonder if he managed to kill terrorcon Skyquake though…

*I have doubts about their closeness, but it’s at least a personal headcanon.

Firebird by Phil Rey, Felicia Farerre

My first impression of this song led me to associate it with a younger Soundwave when he was an up-and-coming gladiator in the pits: Guarded, a quick learner, swift, and shouldering an unusual background compared to that of the typical gladiator. Also, as I’ve said before, Soundwave dances when he fights, and this instrumental captures that beautifully.

Bounce by Altrøx

I associate this one here with Soundwave’s latter years in the pits after he’d gained more experience. Of course, this led him to eventually meet Megatron as an equal in the match that would open the door for them to join forces as revolutionaries. Both being popular gladiators, they each would have had many loyal followers and fans, most of whom probably joined together to form the early Decepticon movement.

Violent Purple by meganeko

Violent Purple? Violent Violet? Either one applies to Soundwave.

Valor by Alpine Universe

valor: (n.) strength of mind or spirit that enables an individual to encounter danger with firmness; personal bravery

Spartan by Altrøx

Yes, I’m aware that Spartan soldiers were different from gladiators. However, while Soundwave and most of the other early Decepticons started out as gladiators, they had to learn to be more like a disciplined Spartan military force during the war. More accustomed to being pitted against one another as individuals, they eventually became brothers-in-arms in a way similar to the specially trained soldiers of Sparta. So, vaguely: Gladiatorial skills & ruthlessness + Spartan mindset & discipline = Earliest Decepticon forces. At least, I like to think so. History-to-fiction info dump aside, this song gives me Soundwave vibes.

Ottumn by Tales of the Forgotten, Bill Hemstepat, Dylan C. Jones

Like Megatron and other top gladiators, Soundwave would have honed his skills in the Pits of Kaon. This sharp instrumental track makes me think of the city of Kaon.

Rule Number Five by In Uchronia

Vibes.

TRAILBLAZING by Vo Williams

Similar to Firestarter, this song captures the original intention and passion that Soundwave would have had when he first began seeking a way to bring lasting change to Cybertron’s deeply corrupt system.

The Game Has Changed by Daft Punk

Soundwave is nothing if not a game changer. If he’d sided with the Autobots, they would have won in no time. Also, I can’t help but notice that with a color change or two, Soundwave would fit right in if he were dropped into the world of Tron.

Cymatics by Nigel Stanford

If you have not watched the music video and behind-the-scenes experiment videos for this, PLEASE do. It is the most Soundwave thing ever.

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Notes:

This post series is in alphabetical order. Next up are Starscream and Ultra Magnus.

As I add more songs to the playlist, I’ll update this post.

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DAY 8-EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING (Zam Wesell & Jango Fett)

Jobs with Jango were usually… fun. Lots of action, adventure! Ogling his butt and fantasising about what that codpiece was protecting . Guaranteed profit! Also, Jango always had a plan, which meant that jobs were mostly smooth.

And the best part? When shootouts broke, usually everyone was too focused on the big bad Mandalorian to even pay attention to the beautiful lady in purple. Which was great, because Zam wasn’t clad in beskar. To her credit, Zam prized her human shield very much and while everyone was too busy shooting at him, she could potshot anyone she wanted and thus save her human shield.

Of course, the galaxy hated her sometimes and there came the day that Zam’s luck ran out.

It was a basic hit, so simple that Zam was starting to suspect Jango had just pitied her for the lack of jobs as of late, so he had brought her along. He let her take the lead, he let her make all the innuendos she wanted, he let her pull the trigger, and on the way out, he was having her back like he always did.

But out of nowhere came a bolt. Not just any bolt, this was meant for stunning instead of killing, and the little kriffer hit Zam square in the back. That was a very mean stun, and Zam’s last conscious thought was that she was pretty sure that was how getting hit by lightning felt like.

When Zam came to, she was… sore. Aching all over, like she had a nasty fever. Also with a massive headache, like a bantha stepped on her head while she was out cold. Groaning, she tried to open her eyes and sit up, but… she felt so sluggish… on second thought, she’d stay right here.

“Zam?” That was Jango’s voice. His real voice, not the modulated voice, which meant he wasn’t wearing his helmet. It wasn’t every day Zam got to look at his unfairly handsome face, so just for him, she made the effort to open her eyes.

There he was, looking unimpressed as always. And infuriatingly good. Drowsily, Zam noticed that they were in the living quarters of the Slave I, which meant the job was done. She also noticed that she was lying on the bottom bunk (his bunk) and that he should be crouching by her side. That made her smile:

“You saved me!” she cooed, earning an eye-roll that made her grin. “Are you going to nurse me back to health?”

“No.”

With a displeased eye-roll of her own, Zam looked down at herself, but she was covered in blankets. Uh. They were probably in space, then. And Jango, thoughtful as always, was keeping her reptilian butt warm. If only that were literal…

“How’re you feeling, Zam?” Jango asked, and maybe it was the headache, but she could swear Jango’s voice was a lot softer. Again, she turned her head to look at him, her eyes fluttering closed:

“Everything hurts and I’m dying…” she whined. Ok, she might be adding a little drama, but she was sore as kriff and while she didn't feel like she’s dying, she felt pretty bad. Like all of Coruscant’s traffic ran her over…

“You’re not dying, sadly…” Jango kindly informed her. Though sore and sluggish, Zam made the effort of pulling one arm from under the blankets and trying to slap Jango’s face.

And her eyes went wide and horrified, because that wasn’t her hand. Well, it was, but… it was her Clawdite hand. The burst of panic gave her sufficient energy to pull her arm back and hide fully under the blankets.

Zam was very proud of being a changeling, alright? She was very proud of messing up with Jango by changing herself from a beautiful woman to a beautiful Wookie, for instance. But her true self was a little weird to look at after seeing Zam’s favourite shape, the one she always wore around Jango.

“You were stunned, Zam. I’ve brought that blaster with me to study it, the voltage is higher than usual. The moment it hit you, you couldn’t hold onto your shape,” Jango informed, in that fact-stating voice of his. “And you probably have a bad burn on your back.”

“Well, everything hurts…” Zam grumbled from under the blankets, curling in on herself. But now that Jango mentioned her back… she did feel very uncomfortable when the fabric of her suit brushed her back. “I guess I can sleep it off while we’re in hyperspace?”

“I’m taking you to Kamino, Wesell…” A pause, then. “Getting hit by a stun gun causes a lot of problems, you know? Heart problems, muscle problems… burns…”

Now that made Zam peek at him from under the blankets, her eyes wide and surprised. His face remained its usual unimpressed face, and yet… there was something soft in his eyes. Feeling a little more confident, she flashed him her best smile - well, as best as she could with her ugly Clawdite face…

“Maybe… we could cuddle until we reach Kamino? I’m not just very sore, I’m very cold…”

#whumptober 2022 #no.8 #everything hurts and I'm dying #Star Wars #fic #Jango Fett #Zam Wesell #my writing

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