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maskthedwarf · 2 years

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These are my personal opinions on the different weapons of Boyfriend Dungeon! (Note; these will not include Jonah the Axe, Leah the Hammer or Dr Jones as they have not been released yet. Also, these opinions are based on how they perform as weapons in my game experience. This does not account for my opinion on them as characters, I will make that as a separate post). These are all based on my experiences, but note that I've used each weapon in varying degrees and have not maxed them all out as of me writing this. I've only gotten Valeria maxed out, because she was my main as a weapon and lover.

Isaac the Estoc: 7.5/10.

Overall, he's a fun weapon. Allows for fast strikes, and his fencing style is rather unique. Not the most fun, but he's certainly reliable. He's the first weapon you use, and he's quite easy to get the hang of, but his single target design makes it a bit hard to handle large crowds.

Sunder the Talwar: 6.5-7/10

I've seen people say Sunder is the strongest weapon stats wise due to his unique bleed ability. However I didn't notice any significant ease compared to the others, he felt quite sluggish, and his damage felt mostly the same as everyone else, his ability to clear enemies didn't come across as easier for me like I've seen mentioned a lot. That could just be due to an error with me being stupid and not using his abilities properly though.

Valeria the Dagger: 9/10

By far my favourite weapon in the game! Her unique ability that confuses enemies when you roll out of their line of sight, makes it super easy to avoid damage, and give you openings to use her Backstab ability which makes all attacks on confused enemies Critical Attacks. The simple strategy of 'roll, confuse, attack flurry, roll, repeat' makes a great method of avoiding damage regardless of large damage pools. Her lack of range is her primary drawback, and her combos aren't necessarily stylish or unique in any way. But her fun and tricky playstyle makes her a treat to use.

Seven the Lasersaber: 8/10

Quite a fun and unique weapon, he has an ability that causes bolts of electricity to chain off enemies when you complete a combo. This makes Seven a great choice for crowd control, as his chain can neutralise multiple nearby targets while only needing to focus on one. Pretty average damage, his heavy combo finisher ends in an AOE attack that damages enemies in a circular radius around you.

Sawyer the Glaive: 6/10

While I love glaives as weapons, both visually and in practical use, Sawyer is quite lackluster when it comes to their in-game usage. They're quite slow in attacking, but have decent amounts of damage. They say it themselves, they're quite unwieldy to use sometimes. However if you prefer slower, wide attacks then Sawyer might be the weapon for you. They have a heavy attack where you throw them in a straight line, much like a spear, and they return to you immediately. This attack leaves you vulnerable until they come back to you, but this is accounted for when you get their unique skill that damages enemies near you when Sawyer returns to your hand. Sadly my limited use of them kinda drags their rating down a bit.

Rowan the Scythe: 7.5/10

Rowan by far is the most unique weapon out of the bunch. They have a mix of basic physical close range attacks, along with long ranged magic attacks. Their heavy combos end with launching a Black Hole towards enemies, which pulls them in and (if I remember) can do small amounts of damage. This is a great option for CC much like Seven, because the black hole allows you to use their wide arcing attacks to take care of the bunched up enemies with ease. Their main drawback is their slowness however, and like Sawyer, my limited use of them lowers their rating as of right now.

Pocket the Brass Knuckles: 8/10

Pocket's attacks cleverly resembles cat claws, which makes sense given their weapon shape. He has quick Slashing attacks that target a small area in front of you, and his heavy combo finisher is especially unique as it sends flurries of slashes in the direction you're facing, allowing you to attack with range that has a wide arc. They have a singular heavy attack that pounces in your facing direction while attacking, allowing you to close the distance on pesky ranged enemies before they can attack first. His main drawback is his mediocre damage, but like Isaac and Valeria he more than makes up for it with his speed.

#mel rambles #boyfriend dungeon #Isaac the Estoc #Sunder the Talwar #Valeria the Dagger #Seven the Lasersword #Sawyer the Glaive #Rowan the Scythe #Pocket the Brass Knuckles #this is subject to change when I inevitably play the game more :3

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tigirl-and-co · 1 year

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filling out one of those selfship charts and uh

not to brag but I think I’m really good at this

#titi talks #laserswords and feelings

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karlyanalora · 1 year

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Best Christmas parody ever.

#star wars #christmas #Instagram #laserswords #laugh rule

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hiighborg · 3 months

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Finally did the 6 character meme for Katie ^_^ She's my scum and villainy PC.

She's an escaped subject from the Agony (Cult where they fuse themself with void/Way creatures) who was originally the key to activate a living planet that will eat other planets (Omega)

Anyways she finally got a laser sword and she thinks she's so cool.

#oc #original character #ttrpg community #ttrpg #scum and villainy #K82-11 #currently im redesigning her to better fit the idea that she was from the agony and so she doesn't look like a xeno but #she's fun to play #she's a mystic and now she has a LaserSword which is badass asf

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wrencatte · 2 months

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mini-fic 4 (ish)!!

pre-Survivor Bravo and Gabs learn about Cal's psychometry - and I give Cal a sniper rifle. Bravo POV. 1.3k

Cal smiles and says, “Blasters aren’t the Jedi way,” in that tone that he thinks makes him sound all-wise and mysterious, but Bravo’s heard that same tone when he tried to cover up his latest cooking disaster, so he doesn’t. buy it for a second. Gabs doesn’t even bother covering her laugh. Cal pointedly shifts to turn his back on her, focusing his attention on Bravo instead.

The pilot grins and taps the table between them, bringing the Jedi’s focus back to the dismantled DH-447 rifle on it. “C’mon, man. What happens if you lose your fancy lasersword?”

“I won’t lose it.”

“But if you did?”

“I have the Force.”

“Cal.”

“Bravo.” But Cal’s laughing, which makes him feel better about needling him like this. “I seriously doubt I’ll ever end up in a situation where I’ll have to snipe someone. And, if for some reason, I end up without my ‘saber, I’ll probably pick up a normal blaster or something. I don’t need to know how to use that.”

“You never know,” Braco insists. Cal sighs. “Listen. We’ve landed on a perfectly good planet to give it a shot. There’s no one around to see you if you’re that worried about embarrassing yourself.”

Cal glares at him. Bravo just smirks and shrugs unrepentantly, recognizing that look. “You are the worst,” the Jedi hisses, gesturing for the pilot to reassemble the rifle, a resigned expression on his face. Bravo does so gleefully, expertly slotting everything into place.

“You’re too easy, Kestis,” Gabs calls out from her spot in the shade of the Mantis’s nose where she’s scrolling through a holopad. “He didn’t even bring out the tooka-eyes.” BD-1 whistles his agreement. She reaches up a pats the droid’s head.

Cal huffs. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he tells his droid. BD beeps a happy since when that makes him laugh and shake his head. Gabs cackles loudly.

Bravo finishes reassembling the rifle, does his final checks, and hands it over. Cal hesitates then takes it up, fingers fluttering over the weapon carefully.

“You’ve shot with this?”

“Dozens of times.”

“You hit your target?”

He throws up a vulgar gesture towards the Jedi first, then to the laughing Gabs. “Yes, you asshole. I hit my target every time. Why?”

Cal smirks. “Just checking.” There’s an odd look on his face, one Bravo’s seen before, but has never been able to place. His touch stutters on the cheek piece, brows furrowing. “Got something to paint a target with?”

Bravo nods and grabs the pointer before they head towards the edge of the canyon cliff. Gabs isn’t far behind, bringing her holopad to record it along with BD-1’s perspective. Below them is a meandering river, framed on either side with low, spindly plants and tall, wide trees with a sparse number of leaves, making them the perfect targets.

They watch the Jedi clear a spot of rocks and set up the tripod for the rifle, moving so quickly and efficiently that Bravo is immediately suspicious that he’s been duped. He scowls and crosses his arms, shooting a glance at Gabs, who looks confused and just shrugs.

“Cal,” she drags out, tapping the back of his boot. “Were you lying? You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“Wasn’t lying,” Cal answers distractedly as he lays on his stomach and peers through the scope. “I haven’t survived this long without knowing how to use a blaster, but I swear I’ve never shot a rifle before. Paint me a target, Bravo.”

Bravo lays next to him and paints a tree. “Eight-forty,” he murmurs from the read out. The projection is bright this close up, just a couple hundred meters shy of the lower range of this particular rifle model. The further the target, the fainter the paint, but it’s not really meant for long distances, unlike the rifle. The read out tells him wind resistance and whatnot, but he keeps his mouth shut, curious to see what the Jedi is going to do.

Cal sits there for longer than is smart, but they’re not on a mission or in active combat, so Bravo doesn’t say anything. His breathing is even, almost like meditation. Another second ticks by, then another, and then Cal is squeezing the trigger with the sort of patient skill that takes people years to learn. Must be a Jedi thing.

The shot goes high, hitting just the edge of the paint. Cal swears in Huttese, insulting himself, which just makes Bravo’s jaw drop. If what Cal said is true and he’s never picked up a rifle before with the intention to shoot, then he has no reason to be mad at that shot.

“What the hell?” Gabs gasps. “You were lying!”

Cal laughs, highly entertained. “Nope, still not lying. Paint me another.”

Bravo does. “Ten-thirty.”

He doesn’t pause as long to squeeze the trigger this time, three heartbeats, and the bolt hits the target a couple centimeters from bullseye. “One more.”

“Fourteen-twelve. Far as we can go.” The canyon isn’t wide enough. It’s impossible that Cal’s getting better the further they go out. Bravo refuses to believe he’s never done this before.

Sure enough, even with the paint faded at this distance, the Jedi hits bullseye. Cal moves off the scope, expression purely ‘loth-cat who got the cream.’ He clicks the safety on and rolls onto his back, thrusting his hands up triumphantly with a giddy laugh.

Gabs kicks the bottom of his boots obnoxiously. “Hey! No! You were definitely lying. What the hell was that?”

Bravo’s still staring at the last tree. “I’m with Gabs on this one.”

Cal props himself up on his elbows, surveying them with a suddenly somber expression. Gabs stops kicking his heels, getting serious. BD-1 boop-whirls comfortingly…encouragingly? Cal smiles fondly at him. Bravo sits up cross-legged, waiting patiently. Cal keeps secrets. They all do. The two of them have only been working with the Jedi for a couple months now, and Bravo knows there’s a lot more going on in that head of his than either of them are ever going to know, but this seems more serious than when he told them about Bracca, or what’d happened during the Purge.

“I have this ability,” he starts slowly, eyes flicking between them as if he’s still making the decision to trust them, Bravo realizes. “It’s called psychometry. People, events, experiences, they leave an imprint in the Force, an echo of the past. I touch something and I can feel it happen.”

Bravo glances at the rifle. “You felt me shooting that?”

Cal nods. “I was in your place. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten an echo from a rifle, but this is the first time I’ve tried to use one, or a dozen, to shoot it. You’re a good shot.”

“So are you,” Bravo says dazedly.

Gabs tilts her head. “Is that how you knew the vault codes back on that mission on Nar Shaddaa? An echo?”

“Yep,” Cal says, popping the ‘p.’

“Huh, that’s really useful.”

Cal laughs, throwing his head back at the force of it. “Yep,” he repeats, eyes crinkling at the corners. Gabs smiles back. The Jedi doesn’t laugh nearly as much as she thinks he should. He has a nice smile.

“What other skills does that work on?” Bravo can’t help but ask.

“Most of them. I’m limited by the length of the echo and, you know, my human-ness, but if I get enough echoes of the same thing, or they’re long enough, it gets pretty stuck in my head.”

“That’s really useful.”

Gabs kicks Cal’s boot again to bring his focus on her. “Thanks for trusting us with that,” she says sincerely. “I know you Jedi are a mistrustful bunch (for a good reason, I know) and we’ve only known each other for a little while, so thanks. It means a lot.”

The crinkle around Cal’s eyes stays there as he smiles bright enough Bravo makes a joke about needing sunshades. “You’re trustworthy people. BD likes you.” The droid whistles his agreement. “See? Now, c’mon, let’s get back to what we were doing before Bravo got all ‘Cal needs to learn how to shoot.’ Saw wants us on Norsid in three weeks.”

#cal kestis #jedi survivor #sw bravo #sw gabs #do they have actual tags?#the rifle mentioned is a canon rifle but i stopped looking at #pictures of it once i got the name #so i don't know if it has a cheek piece or a scope bc i was looking at real world rifles #i also don't know anything about shooting #so there's that #my writing #this is part of my gestalt series and will be chapter 5 (4)

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mrv3000 · 7 months

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Ahsoka Ep 6 thoughts

• Huyang with his "galaxy far far away" was very cute. I bet David Tennant was all geeky about it when recording it.

• I was mildly disappointed at the lack of Ahsoka in this ep only because I wanted to see if/how she had a personality shift after her time hanging out with Anakin.

• Yup, that sure is Thrawn.

• Yup, that sure is Ezra.

• Creepy cult stormtroopers are very creepy. Seriously they're probably the most unsettling stormtroopers I've ever seen.

• Baylan is starting to worry me. All that talk of breaking the cycle sounded...ominous.

• I'm feeling like Shin might go Jedi by the end. She seemed very interested in Sabine Magic Lasersword Catholic School.

#ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #star wars #ahsoka

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mandalorianfleshenjoyer · 1 year

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Something I just realized, is that Din, despite being raised in a cult that’s obsessed with “The Way” and the right way of being Mandalorian, had no idea what Jedi were.

Jedi. The mortal enemies of Mandalorians. The guys they fought for generations. And he called them wizards. He called lightsabers laserswords.

And most important of all- he had no idea what the fuck the Darksaber was.

The Darksaber, so far the most important Mandalorian artefact that carries so much value in their culture. The fucking sword that Pre Vizsla, leader of DEATH WATCH, used. DEATH WATCH, with whom Children of the Watch were associated in some way. THE THING THAT UNITED CLANS IN THE PAST!!! CARRIED BY THE FIRST MANDALORIAN-JEDI!!!!

Did his covert just... skip the history lessons? Did Din not attend those? Was he not listening? Or is his covert just a cult of fanatics and nothing else? The Armorer did explain the history behind Bo-Katan and the Darksaber when Din asked, but why didn’t she bring it up before?

Why didn’t the covert help during the Purge, if they were on Concordia? Concordia is literally Mandalore’s moon, it wasn’t that fucking far.

I just hope we get more answers than questions in season 3. I just want to know what Armorer’s deal is, what Bo-Katan’s deal is, and what will happen to Din and his accidental Darksaber acquisition.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #din djarin #the armorer #bo-katan kryze #just methinks #idk i wanna know more about his little covert cult thingy and where tf did they come from #i also want bokatan to get angry yknow

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kurlyfrasier · 2 years

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The Mand’alor’Karta: Prelude to Beskar Kisses & Bleeding Heart

Pairing: Mand’alor!Din Djarin x Reader

Synopsis: According to legend, the Mand’alor’s other half was the only one who could make their heart beat again after taking possession of the darksaber, which keeps the Mand’alor alive until their other half is found. OR: The day Din found Reader and how Reader ended up in his employ.

A/N: I am learning that I don’t write anything in order apparently lol. This is written in 3rd person in Din’s pov. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything. Legend of The Manda’lor’s Heart is my own.

Warnings: Mentions of servitude, mentions of violence, allusions to prostitution. I don’t personally know of like, any, Mandalorian traditions or legends and whatnot except for what’s in the show. Probably used Mando’a wrong, especially in the title lol. No use of Y/n, if you like that. Word Count: 3070 Mando’a:

~ Mand’alor (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalore

~ Kar’ta (Kah-ROH-ta)

~ Mand’alor’Kar’ta (MAHN-dah-lor-Kah-ROH-ta): Leader of Mandore’s Heart

~ Hut’uun (hoo-TOON): Coward

~ Riduur (REE-door): Partner/Spouse

Pronunciations found here.

Din Djarin’s heart stopped. Literally. The moment he turned on the lasersword. He didn’t know what it meant, but he was too tired to think much of it at the time. Maybe he had finally taken it too far? Maybe his body was finally going to stop. By pure determination and will, he kept going. No time to think about it too much. He had to keep going. He needed to get Gideon away from his kid. And Bo-Katan said to leave him to her. So without further thought, he told the hut’uun to move.

The smirk on the man’s face told Din he knew something, but he would never ask. Never willingly give the man what he wanted. Still, for losing the battle, the Moff didn’t act like he lost.

Not that it mattered. Din had more important things to take care of.

***A few Standard Years Later***

Din Djarin’s heart thumped. Literally. The moment he saw you haggling with the front desk agent on Naboo, clothes looking worse for wear. He was staying at the hotel for official Mandalore business. Business he had to be present for, much to his chagrin. It was also the fanciest hotel he had ever had the pleasure of staying in, even as Mand’alor.

“I just need a room for a few nights,” you pleaded. “I can work for it. I’m a good cook-”

Ba-thump.

“Sorry, but we’re all booked for the political negotiations. A lot of important people are staying here. Don’t need any riff raff coming in to stir up trouble.”

“I wouldn’t be any trouble at all,” you sounded frustrated, speaking through your teeth, jaw muscles flexing as if you were trying to play nice. “If there’s so many important people staying, I can help! Just give me a closet to sleep in at night,” you let out a sharp exhale, head bent down and hands gripping the counter tight enough to make your knuckles whiten. “That’s all I ask.”

Ba-thump.

“Can’t- Sorr-”

“She’s with me,” Din heard his voice float up to his ears before he realized what he was saying. Both heads whipped in his direction, one staring with hopeful, confused eyes, the other in wide-eyed fear.

“S-so s-sorry s-s-sir,” the front desk agent stuttered. “I just- uh- I just n-need to-” they licked their lips, eyes glancing back and forth between you and him before finishing their sentence. “Her name. I need to get it into the system in case she loses her key.”

Din stared at you through his visor expectantly as you continued to look at him, brows scrunched in confusion. If he were a braver man he would reach up and smooth those lines away.

Seconds ticked by before you realized you needed to speak. With a start, face turning back to the front desk agent you answered them, voice so quiet Din had to turn up the volume on his helmet.

Ba-thump.

Still, it wasn’t enough to hear it over the pounding of his heart. A sound he hadn’t heard- felt- in years.

When Bo-Katan had finally (after years of chasing him throughout the galaxies fighting for the darksaber) told him the legend of The Mand’alor’Kar’ta. After she had decided he was more ally than enemy. When she had accepted he would be the Mand’alor and her new goal was to guide him. The moment she accepted him, he remembered, she was patching him up after a particularly tough bounty. Found him lying in the forest, poisoned by a simple blade sticking out of his side.

His heart was not beating.

She thought he was dead until she saw his chest expand in halting, shallow movements.

She realized then that the legend was real. The darksaber had chosen him, not her. Never her. Bo-Katan’s heart never stopped beating during her reign so she always thought it a fairytale.

She saved his life that day and barely left his side since.

It was frustratingly annoying. It was also the main reason he agreed to fly to Naboo for this…business he had. She had to stay behind on Mandalore. And now here he was, wishing she was here to guide him like she did during his earlier reign a few years ago.

Din stepped forward when, in his peripheral, he noticed the room key shaking in the front desk agent’s hand, eyes never leaving the lady in front of him. His Kar’ta. She hadn’t looked back at him since he made himself known and that worried him, making his newly pounding heart stutter.

“Lead the way, Mesh’la,” he said, arm outstretched, allowing you to walk in front of him. Truly, he had no idea which room they were in. Completely missed that detail at the front desk, along with anything else that was spoken. That worried him too- missing details. That’s what got a person killed.

You did as bid and he surmised you must be a servant, considering the work you were offering moments ago. Which could pose a problem, but then again, you were looking for a place to stay. A quiet fury burned in his chest at the thought of an employer kicking you out of a home with nowhere to go. He vowed then and there that he would kill whoever caused you this embarrassment. He just needed you to give him a name.

Lights automatically brightened the large living space of the suite as they stepped through the doorway. You stopped two steps in, the door quietly swooshed closed as Din froze behind you, so close his chestplate would touch you if he inhaled deeper than usual.

“I don’t do,” your voice halted before you continued in a quiet tone, “...favors.”

“Favors?” Din attempted not to speak too loud, thinking it would startle you, but the modulator made that difficult, amplifying his voice. You curled your shoulders inward, a sight that made his fists curl tight to keep himself from reaching out. Comforting wasn’t normally his first instinct, but with you…. It seemed his newly beating heart would shatter if he couldn’t hold you close. Protect you. Comfort you.

“Yeah,” your shoulders raised with a deep breath as you twirled around to face him, little wisps of hair harmlessly slapping his armor. “If you think,” you barely glanced up at his T-visor before thinking better of it, eyes trained on your own reflection in the beskar. “If you think I’ll do things with- to you- or something just for a place to rest my head, then you’ve got another thing coming,” you nodded as if to say you were done and now it was his turn to say something.

Instead, he sidestepped around you, brushing against your arm as you stood your ground and allowed the silence to reign, knowing better than to tell you he’s yours if only you’ll have him. Knowing his fury would seep through if he didn’t get a better handle on his emotions. Where have you been for that to be your first thought about a stranger’s kindness? Adding to that, the bit of contact made his heart pound and goosebumps to spread. Even if he knew that as a Mandalorian he would never have much human contact unless he found a riduur, but this was beyond his imaginings. If this was what it felt like to brush by you, he didn’t think he would be able to handle skin-to-skin contact.

It was all too much. He needed space. Something to focus on. Like hunt down the bastard who kicked you out of a dry, comfortable place to stay. Who caused thoughts of favors to be the only payment for kindness. But he was worried how his heart would physically react if he wandered too far from you. Would the darksaber keep him alive like it did before he found you? Or would it continue to beat, even without you within his line of sight?

“You can have the bed,” he said, not daring to glance your way, happy the modulator hid the shake in his voice. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Wha’,” you gasped, seeming to quickly grasp that he did not plan on taking advantage of you.

His hands relaxed at the realization.

“I can’t allow you to sleep on the couch,” you swiftly made your way towards him, grabbing his arm and tugging him back to slip past and planted yourself on the stiff looking cushion. The voluntary contact had his blood rushing to a place he had been ignoring since Grogu came along, having no time for that pastime between running for their lives one moment and fighting the next. It took every ounce of self control he had to keep a groan from slipping past his lips. “Besides, you're probably some important dignitary or something with the negotiations going on. So you’ll need your sleep.”

“Not really,” he said, still unable to move.

“No? Then what brings you to Naboo?”

“A bounty,” the reflexive lie tasted bitter on his tongue, but he wasn’t about to tell you who he really was only a few minutes into meeting you, afraid you would scurry off or worse- start bowing.

Your eyes glinted with an all too familiar look that had his thoughts running to his son and his mischief-making. “You're awfully shiny for a bounty hunter.”

Din shrugged, forcing his muscles into action and started searching for something to keep you warm when you inevitably fell asleep. Really, it was to be a barrier for when he moved you to the bed. The most logical place he could think of was the bedroom closet, door opening as he stepped up to it and closing directly after he stepped through. He sighed, ripping off his helmet and let his head fall against the door, allowing himself to finally breathe as he took a moment to himself- just one moment- until he continued the search.

Blanket in hand, he stepped back into the living space, head tilting at the sound of your voice. Wondering who you could be talking to.

“-brings you here, Mr. Adorable?”

A quiet babble and coo caused Din to practically jump out of his beskar and run to the sound. It was impossible. There was no way-

“Grogu,” he growled above your shoulder, causing you to reflexively curl yourself over his son and jump out of arm’s length, protecting him. The action simultaneously had him smiling and caused his stomach to drop at the loss of your proximity.

“Ba!” Grogu smiled, arms reaching for his father, legs kicking to get out of your grasp.

Din sighed and rushed - invading your space - and quick as a blaster shot, grabbed the little green gremlin from your hold with his empty hand. “How did you get here, you little womp rat.”

Grogu blew a raspberry and giggled in reply, spit bubbles popping around his mouth.

“Is that so,” Din chuckled, never able to stay mad at his son for more than a few seconds. “Is your teacher here? Does he know you stow-”

The tap-tap-tap of claws on his chest plate interrupted Din’s musings.

“Ba?” Grogu’s ears twitched, head leaning close to where his heart had - thankfully- settled down to a regular rhythm since finding you.

“Sorry-” Din’s head snapped up at the sound of your quiet voice. “But who- what- your?” You let the sentence hang expectantly.

“Grogu,” the kid looked up at the sound of his name, no longer intrigued by the sound of his father’s newly beating heart. “My son.”

You nodded, eyes bouncing back and forth between Din and Grogu before slowly making your way back to the couch.

Din followed, sitting on the chair adjacent to you before he started to explain. “He’s become an escape artist.” A pert brow raised at his words, but it was the only explanation he had that summed up the entire situation. Although, he had no doubt the Jedi knew exactly where his Padawan was with his magic Force sense - something DIn doubts he’ll ever fully comprehend.

A heavy sigh escaped after a few seconds and you slumped into the couch, eyes now closed.

“Here,” Din tossed the blanket on your lap and stood, clearing his throat. “I’ll let you sleep.”

Din headed to the bedroom, immediately preparing Grogu for bed and waited for him to fall asleep on a pillow before daring to make a holocall.

“Vod,” the flickering, blue-tinged sight of Boba Fett calmed Din’s nerve-wracked body. Fett always had answers about all things Mandalorian. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this wake up call to?”

“Sorry, but I have a question and you're the only one I trust not to spread it around Mandalore.”

“You have my word.”

“What do you know about the legend of Mand’alor’kar’ta?”

“That bantha-fodder story? Of how the darksaber keeps the Mand’alor alive while his heart stays silent until he finds the one who carries his heart?” Fett barked out a harsh laugh. “That’s why you’re calling me so early in the morning? For a bedtime story?”

Din stayed silent as he waited for Fett to calm down enough and put the pieces together.

“Wait,” Fett spoke up after a few tense seconds of silence. “Are you telling me your heart hasn’t been beating since you’ve had the darksaber?”

“I specifically need to know if it stays beating without Kar’ta.”

“Who else knows about this?” Fett said instead.

Din let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere until he answered all of his questions. “Kryze.”

“The Princess. You told her before you told me,” Fett’s tone was accusatory.

“No,” Din was quick to respond. “She found me severely injured on a Mid-RIm planet. Thought I was dead and brought me back to life.”

“Is she-”

“No.”

“Thank the Maker,” Fett breathed out. “But you did find your Kar’ta?”

Din tilted his head down in the smallest of nods, unable to voice that he, in fact, had found her. As if speaking the words would make it all too real.

“Interesting.”

“Fett,” DIn growled in warning.

“I imagine you should stay close to your Kar’ta until they are your riduur.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I have no idea.”

Din groaned, helmeted head falling into his hands.

“The legend never mentions anything between the time of finding their Kar’ta and marriage. My father only said there was great pain for the Mand’alor who doesn’t follow his heart.”

Without so much as a goodbye, Din shut off his handheld projector, effectively ending the call.

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He had been sitting on the couch while Grogu babbled excitedly in his lap, telling him…something. Din was both longing and dreading the day he would be able to comprehend his son’s words when you ran into the living space as though your life depended on it, hair askew, blurting out what was on your mind.

“Icanwatchhim,” the words ran together, your breathing heavy.

Din was only a little surprised your first action of the day wasn’t kicking him in the shin for moving you to the bedroom and slowly turned his head in your direction, wary of startling you.

“I can watch him,” you stated more calmly, breaths now taken at a normal pace, and cleared your throat. Looking more composed, hands folded in front of you. “While you’re out doing whatever it is you do.”

Din tilted his head in contemplation, wondering if the solution to his Kar’ta problem had really just landed in his lap.

“And I can cook,” you suddenly said, a single finger pointing up like the idea popped in your head at that very moment, likely unable to bear his silence any longer. He had used the tactic knowingly many times before. In his bounty hunting years and now as Mand’alor, but he didn’t purposely use it now. Although it seemed to have worked to his advantage anyway.

“I’m pretty good at it too,” you continued. “I was a handmaiden to a senator’s mother. I doubled as her personal cook after she stopped traveling with her son,” your feet shuffled as you rambled on. “When I say I can cook, I mean cook for both of you. Not just the little guy,” your smile looked strained. Still, Din couldn’t help but notice your beauty and ferocity in this sudden job proposition.

“Okay,” he said, standing with Grogu now in the crook of his arm, knowing it was for the best. No longer needing to worry about how to convince you to stay by his side. And you gave him a clue as to who kicked you out of house and home; a senator with an elderly, possibly recently deceased mother. He grasped onto that knowledge, easily returning to the days he was the beroya for his tribe.

“Wait,” he froze at the demand before realizing you seemed lost, spinning around and back. “How did I end up in the bedroom?”

He shrugged, unwilling to admit he carried you there himself. Arms still burning from the memory of how you felt in them, wanting- craving- more. He met your squinted, suspicion tinged gaze, knowing his armor hid his secrets well.

“Did you-”

“I’ll be back,” he stated, taking quick strides and practically dumped the thing he loves most in your arms as he continued past you to the exit. Trusting you completely. Which was dangerous. Trust in a stranger could kill a person. And for you it would likely be an easy task. The thought cut a sharp pain through his heart. His footsteps faltered, unable to smoothly mask the pain.

“Wait!”

Din Djarin, the Mand’alor, froze for the second time in one morning and turned his head over his shoulder to show he was listening.

“What do I call you?” The question came out as a whisper.

“Mando,” he stated before leaving you and Grogu alone. Before leaving his Kar’ta behind. Before gathering information on a certain senator. Before pounding into him until he was unrecognizable or dead, depending on how long it would take for someone to rip him off the guy. His fists clenched at the thought, a smile creeping onto his face as he walked down the halls of Naboo’s best hotel. The galaxies would learn to never mess with the Mand’alor’s Heart.

But first, he must attend mind-numbing negotiations.

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Mando’a:

~ Mand’alor (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalore

~ Kar’ta (Kah-ROH-ta)

~ Mand’alor’Kar’ta (MAHN-dah-lor-Kah-ROH-ta): Leader of Mandore’s Heart

~ Hut’uun (hoo-TOON): Coward

~ Riduur (REE-door): Partner/Spouse

Pronunciations found here.

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My media this week (24-30 Dec 2023)

*delighted* this show went straight to full musical episode in only the second season. amazing.

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Hither, Page (Page & Summers #1) (Cat Sebastian, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - reread; christmas-set post WW2 cozy mystery (vibes are basically 'agatha christie but queer')

🥰 The Missing Page (Page & Summers #2) (Cat Sebastian, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - reread; the further adventures of Leo & James

😍 We Could Be So Good (Cat Sebastian, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - reread; this was one of my fave books of the year tbh; loved the setting and the characters and the vibe

😍 Bells Are Ringing (A We Could Be So Good Holiday epilogue) (Cat Sebastian) - so grateful that Cat S gifts us a holiday epilogue every year!

🥰 The Things We Hide (ThePirateStorm) - 109K, stucky no powers omegaverse/accidental mpreg with fantastic amounts of pining and a great cast of fully realized supporting characters; I fucked up my sleep schedule to finish reading this and had zero regrets.

🥰 I'd Swing With You for the Fences (nontoxic) - 86K, Schitt's Creek AU with MLB player Patrick and David (who's still mostly canon David) - very warm and sweet and absolutely DELIGHTFUL

🥰 Third Eye (Felicia Day, author; full voice cast) - comedy fantasy audio drama about Laurel, who 15 yrs ago was the Chosen One and who…failed. Now her life is sad but she gets a 2nd chance when a terrible teen (who may also be the Chosen One) cannonballs into her life. Had a lot of fun listening to this, great voice cast featuring FD, Sean Astin, Wil Wheaton, London Hughes

💖💖 +186K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

[PODFIC] A Nativity of Oranges (Tanouska) - MCU: stucky, 9K - great podfic, reread, great Stucky holiday fic

How The Elf-King Stole Khuzmus (DeHeerKonijn, PointlesslyPoetic) - LOTR: 1.3K - a The Hobbit/Dr. Seuss mashup, very clever, great art

[Podfic of] Spaceships & Laserswords (blackglass, klb, luvtheheaven (VioletEmerald), reena_jenkins, Shmaylor, silverandblue, wordsaremyfaith) - Star Wars: finnpoe, 4K - great podfic of a short but hilarious & very sweet fic - modern AU where weirdo hermit Luke joins the (college-age) 'kids' D&D game & volunteers his sister to DM

[Podfic] Mission Impossible (quietnight) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 20K - hilarious shrunkyclunks fic, great podfic version of it

flow through (rainbow_nerds) - Stranger Things: steddie, 6K - a gift for me! I requested @rainbow-nerdss continue in the universe created by sharp temporary walls and it was everything I could have wanted!!!! 💜

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2023

The Legendary Rick Perry and the Art of Dimension 20

D20: Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - s4, e21-22

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - s1, e7-10; s2, e1-10

Doctor Who: The Church on Ruby Road (2023 special #4)

Midsomer Murders - s24, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

⭐ Hit Parade - Second-Chance Hits Edition

Vibe Check - 2023, Don’t Let The Door Hit You…

Ologies with Alie Ward - Alieology (YOUR HOST): an Ask-Me-Anything Goofy Hang

It's Been a Minute - Why grief sometimes looks like a hyphy party

One Year - The Making of One Year: 1990

⭐ Code Switch - The Fallout of a Callout

Hit Parade - The Posthumous Hits Edition, Live from Seattle

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Pop Culture Predictions

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Fun Christmas Oldies

my Dolly Parton Christmas playlist

Swingin' Christmas

Presenting Lindsey Stirling

Power Ballads Forever

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #i just decided to sink into cat sebastian's warm '(almost) no plot only vibes' stuff for this holiday season #i am having zero regrets #dropout tv #dimension 20 #star trek: strange new worlds #midsomer murders #christmas music #lindsey stirling #hit parade podcast #vibe check podcast #npr's code switch podcast #npr's pop culture happy hour podcast #one year podcast #it's been a minute podcast #ologies podcast

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Star Wars Ahsoka: "Time to Fly" - Review

Ahsoka and Sabine begin their mission and the series starts to find its footing in an improved, if not great, third chapter.

As Hera Syndulla reaches out to New Republic leadership for help, Ahsoka and Sabine set out for the mysterious world of Seatos. However, they find much more than they expected upon arrival.

Finally, things are starting to come into shape. "Time to Fly" doesn't exactly solve the many issues that plagued Ahsoka's two part premiere, but it takes some decent strides towards getting back on course. Despite it's remarkably short runtime, Dave Filoni manages to accomplish a decent amount in "Time to Fly" delivering some much needed exposition and character study and an entertainingly unique action sequence.

While it may be a strange thing to be thankful for, I'm very glad that such a large portion of this chapter is spent simply letting Ahsoka, Sabine, and Huyang interact with one another. Sure, Rosario Dawson's Ahsoka is still too detached and mysterious to make much of, but we are finally starting to understand the ins and outs of her mentoring of Sabine Wren. Unlike the premiere where both women were defined mostly by quiet frustration, we begin to see a more fruitful, fluid, and dynamic relationship between both characters here. Ahsoka wonders aloud if she's a quitter and too eager to abandon her callings. Sabine struggles to live up to the steep expectations that come with being a Jedi. We are still missing the origins of this dynamic and Ahsoka's rationale for wanting to change a non-Force Sensitive in the Jedi arts to begin with, but "Time to Fly" at least lets us understand a bit more why this is a dynamic worth following. And even if Dawson's performance is still failing to land, Bordizzo seems to be settling into Sabine while creating her own spin on the character.

There's also some welcome clarification on the state of the larger galaxy in "Time to Fly" as Hera Syndulla approaches members of the New Republic with concerns about Grand Admiral Thrawn's return. Intentionally or not, Ahsoka seems to put the audience in the position of the skeptic here. While Hera is one of the show's heroines and a beloved character to franchise fans, viewers who are new to all of this have no context as to why they should care about Thrawn's return or about Hera's desire to rescue Ezra Bridger. We may understand that Hera wants this, but viewers haven't exactly been given reason to stand by her side during her debate with Mon Mothma and Kazuda Xiono's asshole dad. It's a bizarre moment of narrative dissonance and if intentional, could be an interesting move in the long run. I'm not inclined to give that level of credit, but it still makes for an interesting sequence

Also Jacen is here. He still has green hair. He looks a little less like a horrific mash up of a Rugrats character and a head of broccoli.

The highlight of "Time to Fly" is undoubtedly the extended dogfight that takes place above and in the skies of Seatos. The initial reveal of an ornate and massive hyperspace ring is a fun spin on Star Wars' forever fascination with big secret space objects and I like that for a change it isn't a superweapon. And the dogfight that follows is fun Star Wars spectacle. It may be lacking in any form of true narrative tension, but the execution by director Steph Green and the production team is pretty damn fun. I mean, Ahsoka gets in a space suit and slices at any enemy ships in zero gravity. It's the kind of Star Wars set piece that many fans have dreamed about for years and the results are filled with all of the whirring laserswords and sliced up starfighters that you'd hope for.

And then, "Time to Fly" just kind of stops. Given the episode's short runtime it doesn't really make sense why Dave Filoni didn't write more of a coherent third act to this chapter. It speaks to the clunky serialization of Mandoverse shows that want to be episodic without the actual storytelling chops to do so.

All in all, "Time to Fly" feels remarkably more competent than its predecessors. Sure, this is faint praise, but I do want to see this show succeed. There's some genuine joy and creativity bubbling beneath the surface in Ahsoka and I want to see it break free. Hopefully this is a sign of good things to come.

Score: B

#Star Wars #Star Wars Ahsoka #Ahsoka #review #reviews #Star Wars: Ahsoka

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