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THE SILVER LINING — CH. 1

Chapter One: The Mercury Keeps Rising

Summary: After aiding the Republic and the fall of the Empire, you left the Jedi Training Clan on Bogden 3 to help families in need of medical care with the call of the Force. You are a kind, warm-hearted healer on Nevarro, treating the citizens and albeit the bounty hunters as well. Imperial remnants still linger in the shadows, waiting to strike at the perfect moment. Leading you to assist the Mandalorian with rescuing the Child has somehow led you to your biggest adventure yet.

Paring: Din Djarin x Empath!FemReader

Warnings: Violence, Age–Gap Romance, Angst, FLUFF, Eventual SMUT, Swearing, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, People pleasing, Flattery, Blood, Blasters, War, Religion References, Aliens, Sith, Character Deaths,

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: YA’LL IM BACK TO WRITING MY SOUL OUT HERE YAY! I feel like this is gonna be a weekly updated fic or updated twice a week if I’m feeling speedy hehe. Did I turn to the Enneagram again? Yep! You are an Enneagram Two for this fic! Yay! (Cause I’m an Enneagram Two :>) And Din is an Enneagram One, so ya’ll are romantically compatible. Anyways, my thoughts and explanations are gonna be in the end notes! Leave a comment to let me know if you want this series or if I should scrap it. :)

Song: The Great War by Taylor Swift

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NEVARRO, 9ABY – DAWN

Just a little longer now… Shouldn't be much longer. Wait, what is this about? You’ve been having trouble sleeping since you were young. The nightmares were nothing new, but the sharp flares in your chest and side kept bothering you recently. Your nervous system's acting up and now being awake feels unsafe as you lay there in your cot, clutching your chest, feeling each breath that escapes from your nose and out through your mouth as you stare at the ceiling above you.

You were a long way from Bogden 3, where you were raised. Nevarro wasn’t the ideal place to hide. It was situated within a sector of the Outer Rim Territories, in a system with a singular star and asteroid fields. An ashen world of black sands, with rocky and volcanic terrain that consisted of regions of rocky flats and hills along with vast fields of lava, which contained lava rivers both on the surface and underground.

The planet became a bounty hunter hive after the fall of the Empire. The Bounty Hunters’ Guild owns hubs throughout the Galaxy. One of such hub is located on the Outer Rim planet Nevarro, which functions as a cantina. The cantina works around the clock, has its brewery, offers a wide selection of drinks with snacks, provides coolness from the air conditioner, and is a favorite place for rest and meetings of bounty hunters.

By some luck or the unknown ways of the Force, no one had recognized you nor put a bounty on your head yet. After aiding the Republic during the revolution against the Empire and after the Battle of Yavin as a healer and a medic, you left to medically aid those in need after the war. If you were being honest, you missed your friends in the Soaring Hawkbat Clan and the people who raised you. However, you knew that what you were doing needed to be done.

Droids may sometimes be unreliable, and no matter how sophisticated technology becomes, there is no substitute for the human touch. No droid, no matter how dexterous, can offer compassion. It might be able to store and process more medical information, but only people can offer a truly sympathetic ear. As one of the few who possessed the knowledge to provide primary care to the sick and wounded, Greef Karga eventually established a small medcenter a few blocks away from the cantina.

You decide to push yourself up and away from your cot, seeing the glimmer of light peek through the window. Cleaning up, getting dressed, and after quickly eating a piece of purple fruit, you sling your brown satchel over your shoulder and hurriedly make your way to the medcenter. As you enter, you greet the 2-1B droid which had modular limbs that allowed them to use a range of surgical tools and other medical instruments based on their patients' needs. You made your way over to your desk, setting down your bag and then sterilizing your hands afterward.

Different energy and buzz were happening around Nevarro. As you patched up one of the Trandoshan and sold them a couple of cans containing bacta for a good amount of credits, you had overheard them talking about receiving a job from the Client and planning a flight to Arvala-7. Living on this bounty hunter-infested planet taught you to listen for information and to use it to your advantage when necessary. They were usually given a holopuck, a simple holographic device used to display an image of the quarry and the bounty payout. However, they were only given a tracking fob, the Trandoshan briefly flashing it to you before tucking it away in their belt.

The next few hours were spent treating different families with various illnesses and injuries, then sending them off with some medication and a specific date to return. This was your usual routine, nothing new to note except for that tiny piece of information from earlier.

The sound of the doors hissing to life causes you to turn your head. If you were being honest, this was the last person you expected to show up in your medcenter. Your mouth gaped open as you take in the sight of the tall and imposing figure in front of you. The unmistakable shape of the Mandalorian helmet and polished silver causes you to nearly choke on your saliva.

“Do you have any bacta spray?” The sound of his rough and modulated voice causes you to try and gather your composure as he walks towards you, which proves to be slightly challenging. You clear your throat and look at his vizor, “Yeah, let me just go to the cabinet to get some.” He doesn’t respond, leaving you to awkwardly stand there for a few more seconds before moving to retrieve the bacta spray.

You usually aren’t this nervous or anxious around anyone, but the Mandalorian was completely different. As you rummage through the cabinet, you try and fight the overwhelming urge to sense his feelings, but it is no use. He radiates with deep hurt from his past but tries to bury his soul in the dark. This Mandalorian weights living heavy on his spine. A man who has created mistakes grips at them until his hands are bruised and burning. You wince at that, nearly dropping one of the bacta sprays but manage to catch it, turning to the Mandalorian keenly observing you as you make your way over to him, trying to ignore the waves and streaks of grey and silver glowing around his figure, you quickly hand it to him while saying, “I hope three is enough for now.”

He curtly nods, “How much?” You shake your head, “You don’t have to pay. It’s fine.” The slight tilt of his helmet almost causes you to blush, you feel his curiosity and concern, “I insist.”

You blink and shake your head again, “Nope. Just… be careful on your journey. That’s enough for me.” You sense his confusion and interest before he turns and walks away, leaving a trail of gray streaks only you could see, hearing the slight clink sound of beskar, and the doors closing.

Once you’re sure he left, you bring both of your hands to the side of your face, using two fingers to rub into your temple, sighing in embarrassment and disappointment for allowing yourself to nearly reveal who you truly are. Having strong Force empathy abilities involved picking up impressions of an individual's feelings and general emotional state. There was no explanation for the aura you could see around individuals, a specific color for each living creature that encompasses their character, personality, morals, past, present, and sometimes, a rare glimpse of their future emotions.

You try and ground yourself by closing your eyes and breathing, controlled and steady breaths of air as you reassure yourself that you’re safe. The peace doesn’t last long, as flashes of visions begin to cloud your periphery. Loud explosions on Nevarro, blaster fights, the unmistakable loud cries of a child, and the Mandalorian at the center of it all. You fall to your knees, clutching your chest tightly and the other to hold your upper body. You sensed the dark side, anger, fear, aggression, and a lust for power from this planet long before, but now you sense there is something much more sinister approaching.

NEVARRO, 9ABY – NOON

After a few days, you intercepted a transmission from the Mandalorian successfully capturing the bounty from Arvala-7, and must be directly given to The Client. While the Mandalorian was gone you had been secretly training, meditating, and gathering more information about whoever this Client may be, allowing the Force to guide you to the path you must walk on.

You step out of the medcenter to see the Razor Crest preparing to land on the settlement's spaceport and disembark. You toss the hood over your head and use a scarf as a mask, hiding in the shadows, watching the Mandalorian and a hover-pram pass you by swiftly and you catch a glimpse of a green creature inside. Your mouth slightly drops open in shock and the quiet feeling of the Force settles inside of you as you eye the baby.

You follow the two of them from a distance, not wanting to be noticed or seen. The Mandalorian turns right into an alleyway, and you wait a few seconds before trailing him. You hide behind one of the stone pillars, keenly observing his movements. The Mandalorian pounds loudly on a metal door and a TT-8L/Y7 gatekeeper droid, a simple photoreceptor mounted on a retractable eyestalk. The Mandalorian shows a disc as proof of identity. You notice The Child reacts in surprise as the droid retracts.

The door unlocks, and you realize you must follow them without getting caught. Your eyes close as you calmed yourself, deep breaths in and out, registering the light and sound waves around you, every particle and atom. Tiny pieces of music, notes in the air that only you can hear, each sound of your heartbeat, you hold my breath and try to swim. Making infinite room for hope and oxygen, every cell across your skin comes to life, and slowly willing the light particles to bend and render you invisible to visual and audio detection.

When you open your eyes, you silently gasped, seeing a pair of Remnant Stormtroopers exit the house, and watching The Child lowers its ears and head. Your hands clench in a fist so tight you reminded yourself to breathe, following after the Mandalorian and the Stormtroopers before the door slides shut behind you. Inside the corridor, one of the stormtroopers roughly yanks the Child's cradle. Your eyes narrow in agitation and annoyance, the Madalorian is quick to say, “Easy with that.” To which the first Stormtrooper snarkily replies, “You take it easy.”

The stormtroopers lead you to a frail old man who you assume to be the Client and to a familiar-looking doctor on the side, the Client is delighted, “Yes!” He holds the tracking fob and approaches the Child, “Yes, yes, yes! Yes.” The Doctor begins to scan the child with a device, eventually, the scanner beeps to his delight, “Very healthy. Yes.”

The Client stands taller to speak to the Mandalorian, “Your reputation was not unwarranted.” The Mandalorian isn’t the least bit flattered, opting to question him, “How many fobs did you give out?” To which the Client responds, “This asset was of extreme importance to me. I had to ensure its delivery. But to the winner…” He walks over to the desk, bringing out a large container, “Go the spoils.” After a few buttons are pushed, the sides of the container bloom open to reveal bars of Beskar. The Mandalorian comes closer to the center table, holding two bars of beskar as you frown in disappointment.

“Such a large bounty for such a small package.” The Client says, and the Child cries and coos for the Mandalorian as he is taken away by the doctor. He can’t help the guilt that bubbles inside of him, he asks, “What are your plans for it?” The Client isn’t amused by his inquiry, “How uncharacteristic of one of your reputation. You have taken both commission and payment. Is it not the Code of the Guild that these events are now forgotten?”

Two more Stormtroopers appear from the room to the right, standing behind the Client, “That Beskar is enough to make a handsome replacement for your armor. Unfortunately, finding a Mandalorian in these trying times is more difficult than finding the steel.” With that, the Mandalorian places the two pieces of Beskar inside the container. No longer speaking and leaving with his prize as you follow him outside undetected.

Once you were in the main streets of the city, you pull back your cloak and render yourself visible, watching the Mandalorian walks through the marketplace and down the steps into the sewer below. You feel the heavy weight on your chest, unsure if the emotions you feel are coming from him or if they are your own. You shake your head and make your way to the Cantina, needing a drink after all of the information you’ve gathered.

You were taught about Master Yoda, a legendary Jedi Master and stronger than most in his connection with the Force. Small in size but wise and powerful, he trained Jedi for over eight hundred years, playing integral roles in the Clone Wars, and helped in the upbringing of Master Luke Skywalker, to which your clan members were deciding to join him or not. Could this Child be another one of his kind?

The Cantina doors opened and you were immediately greeted by Greef Karga, “Well, look who we have here our favorite medic! Never thought you’d step foot in this place.” You shrugged in response, trying to shake off the stares of the different guests in the Cantina, “I gotta support Mikgel from time to time. Besides, he said he owed me a free drink.” You walk a bit closer to Greef Karga’s table as he asks, “Why would a woman like you, so carefree spirited need a drink?”

You sit on the other side of the booth, placing both of your arms atop the table, “Would… finding out about Imperial Forces hiding in out in a safe house on our planet count?” Greef Karga chokes on air and winces, you tilt your head down and raise an eyebrow, “Did you think you could keep this from me? What the hell are they doing here?”

He regains his composure and leans forward to whisper his reply, “I never intended to keep it from you. I was trying to protect you.” You scoff in disbelief and annoyance, “Protect me?”

To which Karga says, “Yes! Protect you, if they knew who you were and what you are they’d–” You rarely get angry, always choosing to see the good in people, but you sense the feeling of Karga’s greed and mixed lies.

You raise your hand, palm facing him, “Don’t lecture me about something I’ve lived and fought through. Giving them your services makes you an accomplice, a rat, and a damn coward.” The taste of acid and the waves of color that is radiates off of Karga is a mix of a bright lava orange and red, his simmering anger hisses at you, “Look who’s to talk. Hiding all your life. Running from your own future. Isn’t that a bit selfish and cowardly?” You deflate at that, understanding that he is partially right.

But before you could respond to the sound of the doors hissing open, you turn your head to see the Mandalorian entering the cantina, which silences its patrons as everyone gazes at him. Completely decked out with shiny new armor, he is completely unbothered as he approaches the table where you and Greef Karga are conversing. Karga heartily laughs, “Ah! Mando! They all hate you, Mando. Because you’re a legend!”

You try and get out of the booth and leave but Mando uses his right hand for you to stay put, so you settle back down again. You raise your eyes to hear the raspy voice of the Mandalorian confront Karga, “How many of them had tracking fobs?” Greef Karga scoffs and gestures around the Cantina, “All of them. All of them! But not one of them closed the deal. Only you, Mando. Only you.” The Mandalorian looks at you, “What about her?” To which you look up at him and frown, “No. I’m just a medic getting a drink after a tough day. But congratulations, I guess.”

Greef Karga continues, “And with it, the richest reward this parsec has ever seen. Please sit with us, my friend.” The Mandalorian obliges and unclips his Amban sniper rifle, placing it on the side of the couch before you move a little to the right to give him room to sit next to you. He took up almost half of the booth with his width and physique. You feel your left arm warm up with how close he was, the comfort that allures you to his orbit was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You choose to look straight ahead, trying not to acknowledge him pressed up beside you, luckily Greef Karga opens his mouth to talk, “They’re all weighing the Beskar in their minds, but not me. No. I, for one, celebrate your success. Because it is my success as well.”

Your right leg bounces up and down in anticipation Karga continues, “Hell! Even I’m rich.” He chuckled and digs into his breast pocket to reveal the two bars of Beskar he was given by the Client. You roll your eyes in annoyance, but the Guild Master says, “Now, how can I show my gratitude to my most valuable partner?”

Mando cuts to the chase, “I want my next job.” Greef Karga takes a sip of his drink before placing it down on the table, he eyes him with confusion, “Next job? Take some time off. Enjoy yourself. I’ll take you to the Twi’lek healing baths.” You frown at that and Mando doesn’t seem to care, “I want my next job.” Karga sighs, “Sure. Fine.”

“You hunters like to keep busy, right?” Karaga says with an amused tone, “Well, these are all far away.” He places a bunch of holopucks on the table and the Mandalorian reaches out to grab one, “The further, the better.” Karga smiles, “Well, take your pick. You’ve earned it.”

Mando places the holopuck on the table and it whizzes to life, showing an image of a Mon Calamari. “Ah. That’s the best one of the lot. A nobleman’s son skipped bail. Looks like you’re headed to the ocean dunes of Karnac.”

The Mandalorian doesn’t say anything and simply takes the puck and moves away from the table, grabbing his Amban sniper rifle, seemingly satisfied with his pick. You turn to watch him go but he freezes, and you use the force to reach out what he’s feeling, to be flooded with waves of guilt. Your eyebrows knit together as you hear Mando ask, “Any idea what they’re gonna do with it?”

Karga is packing the rest of the holopucks, “With what?” The Mandalorian turns to face him, “The kid.” Karga shakes his head, “I didn’t ask. It’s against the Guild Code.” Mando’s voice goes deeper as he points out, “They work for the Empire. What are they doing here?” You raise your eyebrows at Karga, as you smile smugly at him, “I asked the same thing.” To which he says, “Are the two of you working together? The Empire is gone. All that are left are mercenaries and warlords. But if it bothers you both, just go back to the Core and report them to the New Republic.”

You rolled your eyes and the Mandalorian grunts out, “That’s a joke.” Greef doesn’t give a remark about his statement, instead, he says, “Mando, enjoy your rewards. Buy a camtono of spice. By the time you come out of hyperdrive, you will have forgotten all about it.”

The Mandalorian doesn’t reply and simply takes his leave. You shake your head, scoffing at Karga and he calls out your name as you near the exit, “I suggest you keep yourself out of sight with those Imperial troops. For your safety, of course.” You say nothing and leave the Cantina, you feel the ground shaking under your feet and feel the pressure building until you can't breathe.

You shake your head, and the temptation of the dark side calls to you, to give in to your rage and hatred, you internally fight it off, gritting your teeth as you say, “No.” You catch your breath and focus, rationalizing your decision to break into the Imperial Remnant safe house to save the Child, then you will yourself to move towards the medcenter.

You swiftly walked towards your desk, grabbed your satchel, and opened the flap of the leather. Finding the fabric that wraps around the object you were searching for, you pull it out of the satchel and unwrap it. The lightsaber hilt that you haven’t touched since the day you left the clan, weighs heavy in your hands but the familiar cool touch of silver and gold metal forged into one grant you a sense of comfort. You wrap the hilt once more, not yet needing your lightsaber, placing it inside your satchel and instead arm yourself with a blaster. As you were gathering a few bacta sprays, the double doors sounded open, you don’t look over your shoulder as you say, “We’re closed for the day.”

“I need your help.” You feel your eyes expand and widen, the familiar voice of the Mandalorian causes you to wince a little bit as you turn to see his figure standing a few feet away from you.

You try to act nonchalant ask you ask, “What did you um… need?” Mando steps a bit closer to you, which causes your back to hit the cabinet door, his grave voice echoes through the modulator, “I need your help with rescuing the kid.” You swallow away your nervousness, “What? Why would you ask for my help?”

“You never showed up to the Cantina until today. You were asking Karga about the Imperials and you were curious as to why there were here. You never carry a weapon with you so I’m assuming you’re about to infiltrate their base. It looks like our interests are aligned,” Mando stated plainly as you quietly shook your head, “You don’t know me. So why trust me at all with this?”

It takes him a moment to form a response, you watch as his shoulders rise and fall with every intake of breath, then he says, “I’ve heard the good you’ve done for the people of Nevarro. No judgment or malice. Sometimes giving them medical care for free. You’re right, I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done before. But right now, I do know you’ve only done the right thing. So, I’m asking for your help.”

You were startled by his response, completely breathless by his honesty and directness. You had thought he didn’t know who you were, just some medic around Nevarro, plain and simple. But it seems the Mandalorian also keeps tabs on the citizens around the town.

The color aura of the Mandalorian returns as you blink at him, feeling his emotions bouncing off of him and you becoming the receiver. Sparks of white and silver illuminate him, sensing his sincerity and need to save the Child. You lick your lips as an anxious tick and then nod, “Okay. I’ll do it. What’s the plan?”

The sun was beginning to set, casting shadows on your figures as you swiftly walk down the marketplace and down the alleyway to see the giant green metal door to the Imperial safe house. You make a right to find the hovering pram in the dumpster, and you feel his rage beside you. Like wildfire within him, mountains made of ash and clouds of smoke. It's fight or flight buried in his mind as alarms will sound.

You both climb up to the rooftop of the building across, positioned on his stomach, using his sniper rifle to listen to his targets. Clicking the side of his helmet to which the device whizzes and the static could be heard as you lay flat next to him. You figured he was listening to the targets and waiting for him to relay the information. After a few seconds, the Mandalorian quickly says, “We need to get the kid out of there before they leave.” You nodded as you lifted your hood up, “Okay.”

You both climb down off the rooftop. The Mandalorian bangs on the green door and is greeted by the gatekeeper droid. However, the Mandalorian violently grabs the stem, causing it to screech and rips off the droid's head, causing it to short circuit. He quickly walks away to the side, causing the two stormtroopers to come out to investigate.

One of them tells the other, “Check the perimeter.”

You and the Mandalorian plant a grav charge on a nearby wall, he grabs your wrist to hide behind another wall, “Cover your ears.”

You follow his instructions, using both of your hands to cover them, the beeping chirps louder, then sparks begin to fly, blowing a hole in the Imperial compound. Alarms are blaring, as you both walk into the corridor, positioning yourselves and waiting for the stormtroopers to advance.

The yellow lights flicker and eventually short-circuit, catching a glimpse of sparks flying on the side of the wall. You see the stormtroopers pass you and the Mandalorian to inspect the giant hole in the wall, using the flashlights on the side of their blasters to find nothing.

You both appear from behind the stormtroopers, the Mandalorian shooting the both of them from behind. Another stormtrooper enters the corridor and finds his fallen comrades, one of whom has a smoking hole in his chest. The Mandalorian once again appears from the shadows, knocking him down with his blaster and shooting him as well.

So far you hadn’t even needed to draw out your blaster, Mando is truly skilled. You walk through the corridors of the facility, checking each corner for stormtroopers. You and he venture deeper into the compound where he traps a fourth stormtrooper with his grappling cable and stabs him with his vibroblade.

You shoot a door open and the stormtrooper manages to get a hit on this shoulder pauldron, causing him to jerk backward but manages to shoot the stormtrooper inside the laboratory. You both walk inside and you spot the doctor and an IT-O Interrogation Unit. The doctor begins to plead for his life, “No, no, no, no, please. Please. No. No, no.” You raise your blaster to shoot down the IT-O Interrogation Unit, watching the pile of junk collapse on the ground.

Mando raises his blaster to shoot at the doctor, but he begs you both once more, “No, please. Please don’t hurt him. It’s just a child.” You and the Mandalorian walk toward him and he continues to plead, “Please. No. No! Please. No. No, no.” Mando grabs him by his chest and shoves him to the side, causing him to fall to the floor. He points and clicks his blaster at him, and he curls into a ball with his arm stretched out begging. You make your way to the machine keeping the child, finding him deep asleep.

You feel the Mandalorian break at the sight, alarms are still blaring, but it's too late for holy water now. He points the blaster, angrily asking, “What did you do to it?” He doesn’t get an immediate response which causes him to repeat the question harshly, “What did you do to it?” The doctor shakingly replies, “I protected him. If it wasn’t for me, he would already be dead! Please! Please. Please.”

The doctor whimpers as you quickly grab the Child and leave with the Mandalorian. You make a right but here the doors open, Mando grabs you and presses you up against a wall to hide behind some of the storage crates. You suddenly feel nauseous and can hear your own heartbeat flutter as you register the cool kiss of his armor against your warm flesh. You close your eyes as you feel the rise and fall of your chest and hear Mandos’ quiet breathing.

You try to push down your powers and senses, not wanting to feel his emotions at this particular moment right now. You feel the strings and waves radiating and intertwining with yours, the silver wisps curling with your bright shining colors. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping that you were almost out of this compound.

Suddenly, you hear the Mandalorian whisper, “They’re gone.”

Your lashes flutter as you open your eyes to meet his gaze through his vizor, there is a spectrum of color, surrounding you both. Your mouth partly opens to say something but there is no sound. For a moment, you believed he felt something too, the pull of gravity within your orbit. However, Mando pulls away from you and the colors disappear once more as if it was never truly there.

Neither of you spoke as you trail behind him and walk into a storeroom. The unexpected sound of the door opening catches you and Mando off-guard as two stormtroopers with flashlights attached to their armor try to shoot you both down. One of the stormtroopers says, “Split up. We’ll flush him out.”

You see their flashlights give away their positions, giving you and him time to defend yourselves. You turn to your left to give Mando the Child, letting him carry it, and make your way to the other stormtrooper.

“Give it up. There’s nowhere to–” You hear the groan of the stormtrooper being taken down by Mando, and you do the same to the other one, hitting him over the head with your blaster before knocking him out completely.

Another stormtrooper announces his arrival, “Hey!” To which you grab Mando’s Ampan sniper rifle on the floor, electrocuting him with the fork end of the device.

As you both exit the storeroom only to run into a stormtrooper. You both exchange gunfire, the sharp whizzing sound of blaster fire echoes in your ears, and the Mandalorian shoots him down. A second stormtrooper blasts his way through, and he unleashes his flamethrower on the second stormtrooper, scorching him. The Child looks away as this happens. The charred stormtrooper falls to the ground.

You groan in annoyance, “How many are there?” Mando hums, “Way too many for the Empire to be considered gone.”

You follow him and enter the meeting room with him holding the Child. Seemingly empty you walk straight to the exit doors, however, they open to reveal four more stormtroopers, “Freeze!” You three are completely cornered, “Don’t move! Hands up!” One of them yells, “Drop the blasters!”

You glare at the stormtroopers as Mando speaks calmly to them, “Wait. What I’m holding is very valuable. Here.” Mando gestures to you to do the same as you get down on your knees to place your blasters on the ground and he gently places the Child on the floor as well. “Now turn and face me!”

A stormtrooper commands, but neither of you moves, allowing yourself to have faith in the Mandalorian’s plans. You watch him clench his fists, and you hear the device on his arm chirp to life. “Stand up!” They command once more but you don’t follow their orders. A beat passes. The sharp sound of whistling birds creating fireworks as he unleashes them onto your enemies, you hear them groan in pain as it takes out all of the stormtroopers.

Mando gently picks up the Child and his blaster to which you grab your blaster from the floor, quickly exiting the compound. You walk side by side with the Mandalorian through the streets of Navarro, feeling the menacing stares of each bounty hunter. You spot their tracking fobs have been reactivated, loudly beeping as they point it towards your direction. Soon enough you are surrounded by several armed bounty hunters.

You spot Greef Karga stepping into view, “Welcome back! I’m surprised to see you ask for help from our talented healer. Now put the package down.” You analyze the several bounty hunters, trying to find an escape. “Step aside. I’m going to my ship.” Mando said, and Karga softly chuckles, “You put the bounty down and perhaps I’ll let you pass and our medic can be easily forgiven, after all, she’s done for the citizens of this town.”

Mando doesn’t relent and states, “She and the kid are coming with me.” You turn to look at him in surprise that he wouldn’t just leave you here to face the consequences of your actions. “If you truly care about the kid and her, then you’ll put it on the speeder and you’ll let her walk away as if none of this ever happened and we’ll discuss terms.” An R6 astromech droid, on the speeder, turns its head.

“How do we know if we can trust you?” You asked and Karga scoffs, “Because I’m your only hope.” You watch Mando walk over to the speeder and you feel your eyes begin to fog with oncoming tears. Karga says your name, “Walk away and we’ll discuss this later.” You clench your jaw and glare at the bounty agent before turning your back toward him, and placing your hand on your blaster as you sensed it, the tingling in your spine and throughout your body.

Mando whirls around and shoots at the other bounty hunters, jumping onto a repulsorlift vehicle carrying luggage. You quickly take cover and shoot down the other bounty hunters running towards the Mandalorian and hopping onto the repulsorlift. Deep and commanding, he demands the astromech droid, “Drive!”

The droid shakes its head in disapproval and Mando raises his blaster at him, “Drive!” The astromech screeches in fear and drives the repulsorlift vehicle while you and Mando are shooting down as many bounty hunters as you can.

You aim for the sniper above and shoot while Mando covers the ground as you drive by. The astromech is shot down by Karga, you see bright yellow sparks and you hear the droid power down. You hear Mando whisper, “Are you okay?”

To which you hum and nod, “Mhm. I’m fine.”

It’s now deadly quiet as the rest of the hunters step closer toward the repulsorlift. The fork end of the amban rifle peaks through the luggage as Mando aims and blasts bounty hunters into ash. Different species groan and clamor to hide behind various objects.

“That’s one impressive weapon!” Karaga states and Mando’s voice booms as he announces, “Here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna walk to my ship with her and the kid, and you’re gonna let it happen.”

“No. How about this? We take the kid and the medic, and if you try to stop us, we will kill you and we strip your body for parts.” Karga says menacingly, and suddenly you feel someone pull your leg, dragging you and you yelp out in fear and surprise.

Mando is quick to your aid, using the butt of his rifle and then shocking him with the fork of his weapon, completely stunning the first bounty hunter while you shoot down the second.

You spot the rest of the hunters advancing towards you with their weapons, firing every part of the speeder.

Greef Karga yells, “Don’t hit the target or her!” As a last resort, Mando activates his flamethrower, which causes the bounty hunters to fall back for a moment, only for it to run out of fuel. You lay down next to the Child, craning your head to the right to gaze at his peaceful sleeping form.

You feel the sudden weight of Mando hovering over you and the kid, trying to protect both of you til the end. You hear the Child coo beside you and smile in adoration.

You reach into your satchel and dig for the lightsaber hilt, readying yourself to defend Mando and the Child the moment it comes down to it. Without notice, you hear the whooshing sound of rockets streaking through the air to hit one of the bounty hunters straight through the chest. Fortunately, several fellow members of the Mandalorian Tribe, donning jetpacks and blasters, come to your aid, taking out several bounty hunters.

You watch in awe as the Mandalorians skillfully use their weapons in taking out the remaining bounty hunters, the head infantry lands close to the speeder and says, “Get out of here! We’ll hold them off!” To which Mando replies, “You’re going to have to relocate the covert.” The head infantry responds, “This is the Way.” And Mando echos back, “This is the Way.”

The firing continues and Mando carries the Child and helps to pull you up. You and the Mandalorian board the Razor Crest, but are soon cornered by Greef Karga, “Hold it right there.” You both turn to face Karga as he states, “I didn’t want it to come to this. But then you broke the Code. And you,” he turns to talk to you, “Since you’re with him they will come after you too now. And the Imps will soon follow.” You raise your chin as you steadily replied, “Let them try.”

The Mandalorian uses his grappling hook to trigger the carbonite chamber, unleashing some tibanna gas in an attempt to blind Karga. You expertly doge his attempts to shoot at you only for you to outstretch your hand, using the Force to let his weapon fly out of his hands, he stands there completely stunned and Mando uses his blaster to shoot him off of the Razor Crest.

The hatch closes and you strap yourself in, the Razor Crest takes off, watching the other Mandalorians provide covering fire through the window. You comfortably soar into the skies of Nevarro. You spot the head infantry flying beside the ship and salute him before flying off.

The Mandalorian makes a remark, “I gotta get one of those.” And you snort in amusement. The Child is seated beside his lap and is reaching for something. The Mandalorian unscrews the metal ball on the stick and gives it to him to play with before taking the Razor Crest into space.

End Notes:

YAYYYYYYYYYYYY! SPACE DAD STORY!

You are a force-sensitive empath! HORRAY!

You can force cloak yourself because this skill tends to come to people as more of a natural talent, for it is extremely difficult to learn otherwise; thus, the reason the ability is rarely seen.

The reader is an Enneagram 2! You are a part of the Heart Center; The benevolent, embrace of the good in other people, engage in every emotional love, you experience and feel their emotions more than anyone else. Helpful, natural nurturers, understanding, generous, supportive, mistaken as the passive, embodiment of what love and embrace look like.

The Mandalorian is an Enneagram One personality type with a Nine wing. Enneagram Ones belong to the body center, along with Eights and Nines, and they naturally make decisions based on gut instinct. The Mandalorian likes to feel in control, particularly of his physical environment. For Enneagram Ones, freedom and independence are important.

SO THAT'S A GLIMPSE INTO THEIR PERSONALITY TYPE AND THE WAY THEY MAKE CHOICES!

All will be revealed in the coming chapters! I can’t wait for you guys to read them AHHHHHH

Thank you for all the reblogs, comments, feedback, and likes! Ya’ll really are too sweet and I truly appreciate your kind words. SEE YA IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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daddy-issues-99 · 1 year

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Qui Gon Jinn x GN Reader

PURE FLUFF!!!

Tatooine is horrible. Bold statement but its awful. Its hot, dry and full of aggressive and scary people. As a Jedi you are taught to be able to handle any situation but you, well you could do it. Barely.

You had just finished your Padawan training and were sent on a mission with Obi Wan and Qui Gon. That was the only good part of this trip. Obi Wan was an entertaining Padawan and you got to spend time with Qui Gon.

Qui Gon was a rule abiding Jedi who wouldn't dare break the rules of the Jedi code. Until he met you that is. You two managed to catch feelings for each other when he was teaching you a few years back and eventually you two formed a secret relationship.

The last few days however, even being around your partner couldn't lift your mood.

You sat in one of the spare rooms of the Skywalker hut where you, Qui Gon and Obi Wan were allowed to stay. Obi Wan was entertaining Anakin and Qui Gon was clearing his head outside leaving you alone in the room.

You ripped off your robes and threw them to the floor not bothering to fold them and placed your lightsaber on a shelf next to your cot. All you cared about was getting cleaned off.

You had been outside all day in the Tatooine sun. You were covered in sweat and sand without any relief. You were annoyed and stressed and it made it worse to know that you were annoyed and stressed.

You tugged the final layer of your robe off and fumbled over the pile of clothes you had formed on the floor. You let out a loud grunt in annoyance followed by a string of curses.

Undenounced to you Qui Gon was watching this all unfold.

“Rough day darling?” You sat up and looked to see Qui Gon leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face, clearly holding back a giggle at your reaction.

You stood up and kicked the cloths to the side. He walked into the room closing the curtain behind him. “I will take that as a yes.”

He sat down on the cot as you walked away to get some water to freshen up with. “What’s wrong my darling?”

“Everything! I hate this god damn planet! Its hot, its dry, and its stressful!”

You turned away slamming your hands down onto a table. Qui Gon slowly stood up and walked over to where you were standing. “I can tell your stressed. I am too.” He said, giving your hand a squeeze.

“I’m just so tired.” You said in a shaky voice. “I know darling, but its the end of the day now. Get cleaned up and come rest.” He gently kissed the top of your head and handed you a clean pair of shirts and tank top.

You smiled taking the clothes from his hands. Even though he’d only held them for a second they smelled like him.

Your turned around and took of your outer layer of clothes so you were in a sports bra and panties. Qui Gon sat on the cot behind you and watched your body as you changed. Not in a provocative way, but in a mesmerized way.

You took a rag and soaked in in some water and quickly washed off the sand and sweat from the day.

You quickly put on the fresh clothes and turned around to see Qui Gon with a small smile on his face. “What?” “Nothing, you're just beautiful.” You walked over to the cot and laid down so your head was on his thigh. He played with your hair and you closed your eyes enjoying his touch.

“I love you Qui Gon.” “I love you too my darling.”

“You look cute together.”

You both jumped and looked at the door to see Obi Wan leaning against the door with a smirk on his face. Qui Gon opened his moth but was cut off by Obi Wan “Don’t worry, your secrets safe with me, as long as I’m invited to the wedding.” He said jokingly.

You both let out a sigh of relief “Thank you Obi Wan, and of course you can be invited to the wedding.”

“Can I make the rings!” Anakin yelled, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation. “Oncourse little Jedi.” “Yay!” He ran over and jumped up onto you and Qui Gon giving you a hug.

*Down the hall* 3PO: Why am I not invited?

#qui gon jinn #qui gon jinn x reader #starwars x reader #qui gon #qui gon x yn #qui gon x reader #star wars fanfic #the phantom menace

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talesfromlissom · 1 year

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Can you do a rodimus x human reader with the “We’re most definitely going to die.” “Hey now, stop being so negative.” “Yay! We’re gonna die!” prompt? Like maybe they got stranded on a aggressive planet or something?? I’ll be fine with anything you can come up with!

Fandom: Transformers (IDW)

Rating: M

Characters: Rodimus, mentions of other characters

TW: Blood, slight gore, Rodimus being Rodimus

Rules

Ask Box

A/N - I know that you said you wanted a human reader, but I ended up writing it so the reader can decide if they’re human or not. Lol sorry.

Summary - Let’s race through the asteroid field of a desolate and definitely not hostile planet, he said. Whoever loses will have to sit through Magnus’ debrief. He said. It’ll be fun. He said.

Spoiler: It was not fun, you’re probably gonna die.

Rodimus considered himself the more reckless one of the relationship. And that wasn’t a lie at all. You were much more reserved in your fighting efforts. Always taking more calculated risks rather than just doing whatever idea popped into your head. Always weighing the good and the bad, always keeping a balance. He was certain there were some cases where you were the only reason why he was alive. Although, there was one small issue.

You were competitive as hell. Thus, you were racing him, purely to decide if Rodimus would actually attend Ultra Magnus’ debrief. Or if you would go in disguised as him. You turned the idea down at first, he made the bet. Whoever lost the race around the next systems’ asteroid and planet had to sit through the meeting.

You raced through an asteroid field around a desolate planet, Rodimus crashed the damn pod, landed on the planet and didn’t die somehow.

And you had the audacity to laugh in his face.

Well clearly you weren’t laughing now. He was. You weren’t.

You grunt when a shot hits the corner of the boulder you’re currently shoved behind, his frame which is utterly massive compared to you keeping most of the debris from falling onto you. You playfully slam a fist into his shoulder and turn around. You fire a shot at a NAIL, who had the stupid idea to get out into the open. She falls to the ground instantly, energon seeping into the sand as one of her companions drags her into cover.

“Y’know, this is not exactly what I had planned when you said you wanted to race!” You shout, ducking behind the rock again.

“Aw really?” He comes out of the rock this time, firing at a few of the NAIL(s) that dare to show their ugly faceplates. Not that matters of course, because he misses all his shots. He clicks his teeth at this, and ducks behind cover again. “That was the special secret part of this. Whoever gets more kills wins!”

You gawk at him. “Seriously? What the fuck(frag) Rodimus! I’m calling Magnus-”

He tilts his head when you do so, he then grins upon seeing your face become more disappointed. It's obvious that you can’t contact the ship based on the expression alone.

“We’re most definitely going to die.” You mumble, as another corner of the rock is shot off.

“Hey now, stop being so negative!” Rodimus shouts, while he rolls out from behind the rock. You shout his name, but he clearly isn’t listening. Two of the assailants are knocked down, one of them is dead clearly, but the other still moves, twitching and sparking before it finally stops.

For a quick moment, there’s just wind. The sound of wind rustling the sand and beating against you two. “Huh-”

Rodimus shouts when a bullet goes screaming past his legs, and more bullets come at him. You can hear the faint sound of some sort of rapid fire based weaponry. So you grab his wrist, and pull him towards the rock again.

“Yay! We’re gonna die!” You cry, throwing your arms around for good measure. “You’re cleaning my damn energon cubes for the next 3 weeks, captain.”

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The Lost Light touches the ground nearly 10 minutes after. You suppose the meer size of the ship scares the NAIL(s) off. This assumption is based purely on the fact that they’ve stopped firing at you. You’re tied with kills as of right now, 3-3. Not that it matters anyways, on one hand, you’ll be missing the debrief, on the other hand, you’ll be spending more time getting yelled at by Magnus for being stupid. To be fair, all you have to do is bat your eyes(optics) at him and he’ll just let you off with a warning.

Rodimus on the other hand…

“Magnus! Just in the nick of time!” Rodimus shouts, scrambling off the sand and bouncing towards the ship. “What took you so long?”

You scoff at him, and follow. Not really bouncing, just grimacing at how hot you are now. You roll your shoulders and climb up the platform into the ship, placing your hands on your hips.

Magnus exchanges a quick look with you and Rodimus. “You two, my office, now.”

“Aw.”

#rodimus x reader #rodimus prime x reader #//request #transformers #transformers idw #transformers x reader

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thedeconator · 1 year

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my thoughts on prosekai as a rhythm game

project sekai is a very popular game, so popular that even ppl irl will ask me if i play!! as someone who has hundreds of hours on a wide variety of rhythm games i want to share my thoughts and ramble about something i like

i have been playing the game on EN near-daily on my iphone

is project sekai a good rhythm game?

my short answer is yes - but what what do i think makes it appealing? like any good rhythm game i think it is because it is easy to learn but difficult to master, in fact, compared to other rhythm games it has a good difficulty scale both overall and in individual songs (during the games lifespan so far more difficult songs have been added for the top players) each song has a good range of difficulties as well and i think it helps accommodate every skill level with 5 different difficulties for each song and it helps players practice on a good curve (most games i see have 3-4 difficulties for each song)

i believe that a rhythm game is only as good as its songs and prosekai has an excellent song list! i think the song list appeals to more long time vocal synth fans, but it has a good range and new players can find songs they like. the game has a good range in styles AND bpm as well as some classic vocaloid songs and popular songs that i doubt would ever be added into the more traditional project diva rhythm games (another rhythm game featuring the cryptonloids) new songs are added at a good pace and i think the size of the games song list is in a good space, not too massive and not too small

the gameplay itself is very solid for a touchscreen game - it isn't entirely innovative and i wouldn't call it a must play game for a rhythm game veteran purely for its gameplay. for being a downscrolling touch screen rhythm game, it is very clean compared to simular games (such as bandoori) and is very easy to look at. it tries to be different by having notes have different sizes, which makes for more visually striking and different beatmaps. a very small detail that i think makes a world of difference is the use of the iphones vibration with the tap of each note - it is a very subtle effect but it makes a world of difference for a soild feeling game on a phone and it helps me keep a feeling for the rhythm (it now feels uncomfortable playing music games without this feature and without it getting higher accuracy is much more difficult)

although the game is a gatcha game, it doesn't force you to pay anything extra or use the gatcha to experience the entirety of the rhythm game aspect of the game, which i respect. if you do participate in the gatcha you can build better teams for higher scores, as well as skills for life gain and accuracy (good if you are trying to complete songs slightly outside your skill level), but the game never downright punishes you for not spending money on it. the game's story is optional as well, although i would recommend reading the base story of each group to understand the worldbuilding and character dynamics.

the energy system does not force you to wait or pay for more energy to play a song (although the in-game rewards are diminshed), so if you just want to play a lot of songs or are trying to grind an individual song you won't have any trouble

i was personally surprised about how fun prosekai is - i have played a lot a game like it and was expecting to get bored of it after a month. i do think a lot of the appeal of the game is the characters and v-syth music but it take away from it at all.

i am super glad that the game commissions producers and artists to make content for the game and i think prosekai is reviving the vocaloid community yay!! (especially after hachi made sand planet about how the vocaloid community is dying lol look at it now!!)

#deco rambling #deco moment #based and decopilled #projectsekai #project sekai colorful stage #rhythm game

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erscogadatabase · 9 months

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2: Exploration and Setup

Date: 2-22-2016 IDST

Nalitie: *directing the bucket crane she... er... borrowed from Shellmound* Keep going!

Dukermin: Um... why do you...

Nalitie: Hm? Oh, that... Just installing some stuff and building. And the cranemaster isn't listening... I've been trying to put in some sort of a giant lunchbox portal system, but it hasn't been going too well. Sand is not good for making portals.

Dukermin: Hmm... WAIT *summons void* *dumps water from unknown water planet over the sand* NOW ITS MUD

Nalitie: YAY... Wait, do you have any sap, by chance?

Dukermin: Nalitie, we have a Broken Age planet. We have sap. Be right back *runs off*

Nalitie: ... Oh yeah...

Dukermin: *returns bearing much sap* HERE YOU GO

Nalitie: ... And the trees actually let you collect that?

Dukermin: Haha... um... sure.

Nalitie: Eh. *mixes the sap into the sand* *continues the directng* Hey, have you heard from the Voltas or Tartines lately...? Haven't seen them in therapy.

Dukermin: Well, no , why do you need them?

Nalitie: Well, if they were able, I'd like them to start on the power suppressors, but I guess that can wait. Making dimensions is tiring.... Wanna go exploring or something? I haven't heard from Mr. B or Mr. T either.

Dukermin: I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER ASK! Where to?

Nalitie: Hum.... How about Lux? I wanna monitor the Menards breeding anyway.

Dukermin: Off we go then! *and off to Lux they went* This will be easier when we have the lunchboxes installed.

Nalitie: Yeah. We should check on them quickly. Then we should go explore the other half of this insanely bright planet.

Dukermin: Okay, where are the lunchbox portal(s)?

Nalitie: Oh, uh... We haven't put them in yet. But I was thinking we could have... um... 4 of them? 2 at the poles, 2 where the meridian and equator meet? ANd then little ones here and there?

Dukermin: That works. So you said we should check on them though?

Nalitie: YAy. And yeah... I mean, we did kidnap them in their sleep and then we dropped them on the brightest planet in Erscoga...

Dukermin: True... Lead the way, you are the only one who ever knows where to go!

Nalitie: Um... Where did we dump them though? Eh... Let's go this way. *walks off in some direction*

Dukermin: We need to have communications. *follows*

Nalitie: Yeah... Oh! I see 'em! *runs to the Mr. B and Mr. T, who are exploring Menards and being confused with the Menards employees*

Dukermin: That was unnaturally easy. *approaches*

Nalitie: Yeah... THings tend to be like that, but I didn't know it'd carry over into our dimension... *stops short* What the heck are those? *points to some armor-clad, really bright people* Those are not Menards employees...

Dukermin: Hey, word is getting around that are dimension is here! We have others moving in?!

Nalitie: Yeah! Or they were already here... Do you think they're friendly? I mean, they look prepared for war, but they haven't killed Mr. B or Mr. T yet...

Dukermin: Well, let's HOPE they are friendly and introduce ourselves!

Nalitie: Okay! *skips over* Hi! I'm Nalitie! Resident Chotatocat who LOVES hugs! Unless they're string hugs.

Dukermin: And, I am Dukermin! Resident... um... cool person who loves... um stuff. Hello!

Thing/Person/Luminous Being: *looks at her* An ate hdn Lumoae. Weh oar yao?

Dukermin: Pardon?

Luminous Being: *consults with the others of its kind* Hmm... Ingles?

Dukermin: Um... si?

Luminous Being: *frowns* ... Ruw Eyaeh... or... Ingles.... er... Espanol?

Dukermin: Umm English

Luminous Being: Ah. We are the Lumoae. Who are you?

Dukermin: I'm Dukermin. We are humans.

Nalitie: And I'm Nalitie!

Lumoae person: *shakes head* We do not know the humans. I am Sage.

Dukermin: Nice to meet you, Sage!

Sage: And you have come to our world?

Dukermin: Actually, um, Your planet is kind of in our dimension, but...

Sage: Our planet has travelled again? It happens. It does not like to stay in one place... Until it gets caught in orbit.

Dukermin: Actually, it's caught in like six orbits, so you should be good!

Nalitie: *counting in her head* Termata, Bensel, Dunkel *snickers*, Coloria, Pluto, Aeuton... That other planet we never did anything with... It's 7 orbits, actually.

Dukermin: It's caught in seven orbits, so you should be good!

Sage: Ah. *frowns* You do not wish to fight us for control, do you?

Dukermin: NO! NO WAR!

Nalitie: Yeah, we have a lot of that coming our way... I don't think Sam will be happy that we escaped Ask Erik-ville.

Sage: ... Ask Erik... Ville? Who is this Erik?

Dukermin: It's a long story I wasn't really involved in, Nalitie knows more about it.

Nalitie: Um... Long story short, it's a dimension we escaped from... It was home of a... er... something called Ask Erik and didn't have any other name, so we just called it the Ask Erik Universe... Erik is... Well... A lot of things.

Sage: *looks confused, but doesn't ask any more*

Dukermin: Anyway, you guys are totally welcome to stay, and, hmm... lost a train of thought...

Nalitie: Did it crash? In a bunch of screaming from various yarn-based creatures?

*a sound of a crash and much screaming*

Dukermin: No, but now it did...

Nalitie: Oh.

Sage: ... Would you like to meet our queen?

Dukermin: *whispers to Nalitie* You know what this means? This government is already taken care of!

Nalitie: *whispers back* Cool. Less work for us... *to Sage* Sure! We'd love to meet her! Unless she's evil or something... Because no war...

Sage: Follow me. *walks off*

Dukermin: *walks off after Sage*

Nalitie: *follows them* Aw, man, Steven would love--OH CRAP. We forgot to get Steven! He's still missing, he never came home... I wonder... Since we stole a bunch of the Ask Erik universe, do you think he might be somewhere here in Erscoga? Or do we have to go back...?

Dukermin: It's very possible he came with...

Nalitie: True... I suspect Old McDonald. Something about his outfit...

Dukermin: We'll see how things go, and we can follow this up later...

Nalitie: Yeah... Woah... *points at the... er... kingdom where the Lumoae live* I think we picked the wrong side of the planet to drop Menards... Depending on how you look at it.

Dukermin: Yeah, we will let Menards worry about that... Wow...

Sage: *leads them into... um... places*

Nalitie: Purty... And eyeball killing. So bright.

Dukermin: *Squinting* I doubt it'll get any darker either...

Nalitie: Yeah, unless *snickers* Dunkel runs into it.

Dukermin: Dunkel...

Sage: *leads them into the castle* *to the guards* tele diih wu emam twshyy.

Guard: *nods and lets them in*

Nalitie: That language though...

Dukermin: Mhm... This place is pretty too...

Nalitie: Yeah... Like a giant chandelier... Hurts the old eyeballs, though... *dons sunglasses* Don't know why I didn't do that earlier.

Dukermin: I wish Id thought of that, and that i knew we were going to some super bright... castley place...

Nalitie: *hands her a pair too* I don't know why I have these either...

Dukermin: Im grateful you do though *puts them on*

Nalitie: Yeah.

Lumoae Lady: Ah! apeeol! N id twshyy Anora iu Licvitis.

Dukermin: English? Please?

Lady: Ah! Apologies, apologies! Not many people come here with English words. I am Milady Anora of Licvitis.

Dukermin: Thank you, and nice to meet you!

Nalitie: We're Dukermin and Nalitie... Your planet got trapped in the orbits of our dimension's planets, so we thought we'd say hi and try to be friends. You don't happen to also be called "Matchcurse" though, right?

Anora: *shakes head*

Nalitie: Good! Let's be friends! *sparkles*

Dukermin: Yes! We could be very useful to you both as political allies and friendy friends!

Anora: Ah! T'would be my pleasure! Our planet does not get many visitors these days. You said we were caught in your plantets' orbits, yes?

Dukermin: Yeah, seven of them!

Anora: Then perhaps we will stay this time. Our planet does not often stay in one place, it often moves a lot, you see?

Dukermin: Yeah, you guys are all over the place, this planet is. Also, did you notice the Menards?

Anora: *shakes head* I do not know of this place, Menards...

Sage: *whispers something in that other language*

Anora: Ah! Nevermind! Yes, my troops went to explore this strange building this morning.

Dukermin: Yes, well... Wait, you are the queen, correct?

Anora: Yes.

Dukermin: Well, since you are the leader of this planet, we might work out a trade agreement? We can supply you with new items in exchange for... what exactly?

Nalitie: Um... indoor lighting? Or the planet's light, since it's the closest thing to a sun that we have, besides Hope's computer system that I may have installed in my house.

Dukermin: Umm... Yes great! Indoor lighting distributed throuhghout the universe in exhcange for all kinds of crazy things! Sound good?

Nalitie: Oh, and maybe building rights, both for the lunchboxes and Menards.

Dukermin: Of course. Does this sound alright?

Anora: Ah, yes, yes! We are all friends here, yes?

Dukermin: Yes!

Guard: Twshyy Anora, oetnetenseods diih wu emam yao.

Anora: Ah, yes, yes, let them in.

Mr. T and Mr. B (who are both nearly blind now): *enter the room, blinded by the brightness*

Nalitie: Oh hey! It's them! *hands them each a pair of sunglasses* They could also provide you with music! You know, also as part of our trade.

DUkermin: Why do you have four pairs of sunglasses...?

Nalitie: I honestly don't know.... I think I stole them from Sam. I kinda was collaborating with the ex-Dead Eye Druids and the pyramid went bye bye.... And I was saving up to move out of town, you know, before we made Erscoga...

Dukermin: Um... alrightythen... But anyway, yes the music... But maybe along with all this you could provide supplies and/or aid during the upcoming dimension war?

Anora: Of course, of course! We shall all share. Aiding our neighbors in war is an old value.

Dukermin: Much gratitude...

Nalitie: Yay! Go new allies! I wonder if there's anyone on Dunkel too...?

Dukermin: Well...Maybe!

Nalitie: What do you say we grab some headlamps and head over there once we're done here?

Dukermin: Well, there is a Menards right around the corner. What now for here?

Nalitie: Hmm... Our agreement is settled, right?

Dukermin: Yes, I believe so.

Nalitie: And Mr. B and Mr. T seem... okay... ish...

Dukermin: For the most part, yeah.

Nalitie: *to Anora* Well, it has been a great pleasure to meet you, Milady, but I suppose we shall be going. Our dimension needs developing; it is quite new.

Anora: Ah, yes, go! These things do not build themselves, yes? We shall take care of your friends. *gestures to Mr. B and Mr. T, who are still nursing their sore eyeballs*

Dukermin: *curtsies* Then to the Headlamps we go!

Nalitie: Aye. *more goodbyeing* *waves while backing up towards the door*

Dukermin: And now... Headlamps. *off to Menards*

Nalitie: *yay Menards* Hm... What do we need in a headlamp... headlamps, headlamps, head--Oh! Found them! *runs to the headlamps of the Menards*

Dukermin: Well, we still havent figured out a currency... *backs toward exit with headlamp*

Nalitie: *sneaks headlamp into pocket* I'm not using the old currency here, and it'll be worth nothing, so... *throws all of her useless money at the confused, blinded Menards workers* *leaves*

Dukermin: *Somersaults away* AND NOW... pfft DUNKEL

Nalitie: *laughs* Oh,.... Dunkel... To Dunkel! *pulls out a miniature lunchbox portal* At least we have this... *into the lunchbox we go*

Dukermin:*follows* *dons headlamp*

Nalitie: *scrambles for headlamp* *puts it on and turns it on* Wow. Even with the light, it's so dark... Smothering, almost.

Dukermin: I read something about fish that evolved from being in the dark so long. Lets not stay long enough for that to happen...

Nalitie: Good idea.

Dukermin: Anyway, where to start? It all looks the same.

Nalitie: Yeah... I mean, where are we even? Let's go... this way? *grabs Dukermin's hand and starts walking in some direction*

Dukermin: *yelling* UH HELLO!!?? ANYONE HERE?

Nalitie: RESIDENTS OF DUNKEL, WE COME IN PEACE!

Whispers: *um... whispering*

Dukermin: Oh my gosh I hear something HELLO? SHOW YOURSELF!

Nalitie: Do you think they ca--*runs into something* Ow. *starts feeling it with her hands* It feels like... a... what is this?

Dukermin: *Feels* Well uh. Hello, whatever you are.

Nalitie: *continues feeling it* Hm... Actually... I think... I think it's just a wall. And where there are walls.... there might be buildings. *goes along the wall*

Dukermin: *does the same* But I heard something...

Nalitie: *feeling* Hm... I dunn--Hey look, it feels like a door! *fiddles with what she thinks is a doorknob*

Dukermin: Is it locked because ahem *magic key of everything opens for it* pretty neat key here.

Nalitie: Hm... Yeah, it's locked.

Dukermin: *opens door*

Voice: *screams*

Nalitie: Uhhhh sorry... M... person?

Dukermin: *screaming* *stops* Hi, and who are you?

Voice: Eyen! Uhwa reya polo?!

Dukermin: English? Please?

Nalitie: No wait I know this language! I don't remember where I heard it but... um... lemme think... Ewah reya Nalitie yon Dukermin! Ewah omec ien lopes! *to Dukermin* They just asked who we were. I told them, "We are Nalitie and Dukermin! We come in peace!".... I think.

Dukermin: Oh okay, *to personcreaturething* What she said.

Nalitie: *thinking* On polo epeck English?

Voice: ... English? Not good, but understand some.

Dukermin: What is your name?

Voice: I am called Asra. You are not from this place?

Dukermin: No. We are from Termata, pretty much.

Nalitie: Originally from the Ask Erik Universe... So... Originally from... Earth? A warped version of Earth?

Voice: I have not heard of this Earth.

Dukermin: That's alright. Are you all alone here?

Voice: No. But my chile is in town.

Nalitie: Chile...? You mean child... right?

Voice: Yes, child, yes. My English is not practiced.

Dukermin: Can you come out of hiding and into our headlamp light?

Voice: I can not get closer. I would be on you.

Nalitie: So... She's a shadow? Or do our headlamps have no effect here?

Dukermin: Okay... so how many of you are there?

Voice: Obscurité is small town. Only a hundred people. But the city is in the West.

Dukermin: *to Nalitie* So these are the Dunkelians.

Nalitie: Yeah, and I suspect these... er... people...? Yeah, let's go with that, people, are not the only ones here. We need to come back someday with a way to see them, because light clearly isn't working. We need.... DunkelVision. And a copyright on that.

Dukermin: Well, I guess for now... Should we bother going west until we can see with the... DunkelVision...?

Nalitie: Well, I'd rather not acquire DunkelVision in the way you described earlier, and I'd need to advise with the others and such for help... So why don't we go explore somewhere less... dark first? I mean, Steven is still in peril somewhere...

Dukermin: True. To Bensel then?

Nalitie: Yeah! And we can check on Fabrezia while we're there too.

Dukermin: *coughs* GREAT, FABREZIA IS ... GREAT. Shall we then?

Nalitie: Yep! *to Voice* Sorry for barging into your home, but we can't see anything so... er... *fumbles around for glow-in-the-dark lunchbox portal* To Bensel!

Dukermin: *And off to Bensel in the magic lunchbox they went*

Nalitie: *squinting in the beautful... er... Lux-light...? Because there is no actual sun?* UGH MY EYEBALLS.

Dukermin: *Squinty* Okay and Steven is supposed to be...?

Nalitie: *dons sunglasses once more* *hands a pair to Dukermin* Well, last we saw him, he had gone out for milk, but he never came back. I suspect Old McDonald, though.

Dukermin: Hmm. Where did we put his farm?

Nalitie: Er.... Somewhere here on Bensel? We weren't really specific when it came to that part.

Dukermin: Fantastic. Should we ask around? Well... Hmm...

Nalitie: Wait... *squints into the distance* I see some farm up there. We could ask them...

Dukermin: It would be a fantastic coincidence if it was exactly what we were looking for. *skips away to the farm*

Nalitie: *follows* This farm... This farm feels familiar. But not... Old McDonald familiar...

Dukermin: Is it that other farm? What was it again...?

Nalitie: Farmer Joe's? No, I think this is the one I gave to uh.... Wait, no, I never gave any farms to anyone, what am I talking about?

Dukermin: Well I am just as confused as you are. *knocks on farm house door* Hello?

Lady person who looks slightly like Dukermin: Yes?

Dukermin: *blinks* Hmm... You seem familiar.

Nalitie: Oh! I know whose farm this is!

Genderless Kid: *peeks out from behind NotDukermin's legs*

Dukermin: Hello child.

Nalitie: *holds out hand* Hello Isole! It's Nalitie. *points at Dukermin* And this is Dukermin. Your other other-dimensional self.

Dukermin: Okaay *shakes hands with Isole*

Isole: Ah, yeah, I remember you now.

Nalitie: *kneels down to be the same height as the kid* And you must be Riley! I'm Nalitie. We haven't met, but I know your mother because I made you this farm.

Dukermin: Okay, I get it now. By the way, would either of you happen to know how to get to Old McDonald's Farm?

Isole: McDonald? Yeah, yeah, he lives down the road from here. 3 farms down.

Dukermin: Thank you... Nice to meet you!

Isole: You too! Nalitie told me a lot about you. Very vague things, but a lot.

Nalitie: I tend to do that.

Dukermin: Great. Well, shall we go and retrieve Steven then?

Nalitie: Yeah. *starts walking back towards the road while waving goodbye*

Dukermin: *at farm, knocks on door*

Old McDonald: *peeks out of crack like a paranoid nutjob* Can I help you?

Dukermin: We are looking for someone, and we think you know where he is! *switches on headlamp like it's an interrogation light*

Nalitie: *starts going around and sniffing like she's a dog, even though she isn't and it really isn't helping* *sneezes* Be careful, eh? He likes his guns. Got caught in the middle of a gunfight between him and Sam once. Wasn't pretty.

Dukermin: TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT... *suspenseful silence* STEVEN!!!

Old McDonald: *slowly squints* What do ya want to know?

Dukermin: Seriously, man? How much do you know about him? And where is he?

Old McDonald: Hm... Steven, you say? *raises hand* about yea tall, constantly rambling on about his wife?

Dukermin: Actually I don't really know. Sound like him, Nalitie?

Nalitie: *still sneezing like crazy* *nods* SO MUCH DUST IN MY NOSE WHY

Dukermin: *hands her a handkerchief*

Nalitie: Thanks *uses handkerchief* Yeah, that sounds like him.

Old McDonald: *shrugs* Haven't seen 'im.

Nalitie: Hm... Alright, McDonald, we're coming in. We have a search warrant. And guns much better than yours.

Old McDonald: *grunts, but doesn't resist*

Nalitie: *whispers to Dukermin* HAHA IT WORKED. We're in!

Dukermin: *enters house* *to Nalitie* Where do we start looking?

Nalitie: *listens, trying to pretend to be a dog* I don't hear or smell anything... Let's try the basement?

Dukermin: Obvious place to look.*searching for staircase*

Nalitie: *smashes a hole in the floor and jumps through* That works too! Right? Let's forget the not so legal part.

Dukermin: *dive bombs into hole*

Nalitie: *pulls out a flashlight and turns on her headlamp* STEVEN! ARE YOU HERE!

Muffled Noises: *coming from above them*

Dukermin: Oh. Well... Oops...

Nalitie: Um... We'll send an anonymous check later... And by anonymous, I mean under your name. *goes back upstairs*

Dukermin: Thanks a lot for that... *up the staircase*

Nalitie: Tee hee. *searches for the floor hole to try and find Steven's location* STEEEVVVEEEENNN. WHERE ART THOU?

Dukermin: *screaming* HELLOOOO

Noises: *coming from the bedroom*

Nalitie: *goes to the door* It's locked from the inside.

Dukermin: Hey... *to door* Would you mind unlocking... WAIT A SECOND. *takes out key of everything opens for it* *unlocks door*

Nalitie: *puts away sledgehammer* Oh yeah. *runs in*

Steven: *sitting at a little table, talking to an old picture of Christine*

Nalitie: Oh... *whispers to Dukermin* I think he's lost it.

Dukermin: YO STEVEN!

Steven: *looks up* Ah! Dukermin, Nalitie! So good to see you. Care to join Christine and I for some of this lovely tea that Ben provided us? He says he got it from the 5th dimension. It's a bit cold...

Dukermin: UM YEAH *searches for tea*

Nalitie: Um.. SUre? *phone rings* Oh wait hold on. *answers it*

Steven: *pulls up a box for Dukermin to sit at* *grabs a cup of cold golden flower tea from the 5th dimension* *sets it in front of her*

Dukermin: *sits at...box* *drinks tea* Wow this is good...

Nalitie: *covers phone with hand* Hey, Dukermin? I'd finish up that tea if I were you. THe Voltas and Tartines want us to kidnap some people from their dimension... Said they were good friends. Also, Vella wants us to ask their friends about pie. She said that she still hasn't gotten that recipe.

Dukermin: Okay *chugs tea*

Nalitie: Great! We'll drop of Steven at my house... *drags him out of the room*

Steven: *grabs the rest of the tea and the picture of Christine, which is stained with more tea (probably)*

Nalitie: To Termata! *grabs a lunchbox*

Dukermin: *into the lunchbox and to Termata*

Nalitie: *shoves Steven into her house*

Christine and Steven: *the all of the lovey dovey stuff and tears and emotions*

Nalitie: We should go. To the Fifth Dimension! Er... We need a portal. But, like... An Intra-Dimensional one, not a lunchbox.

Dukermin: Green Circle Labs.That's here, isn't it?

Nalitie: Oh yeah, just down the street. *runs to the labs*

Dukermin: I love how everything is conveniently always in walking distance.

Nalitie: Yeah, again, I didn't think that would carry over from the Ask Erik universe but... Eh.

Dukermin: Doesn't matter. We'll figure it out. *arrives at building*

Nalitie: *enters said building*

Front Desk attendant: Hello! Can I take your names?

Dukermin: Dukermin, and Nalitie.

Front Desk Attendant; *very slowly checking them in*

Nalitie: *getting impatient* This happens EVERY TIME.

Attendant: *finally finds the names in the intra-dimensional directory* *commences background checks*

Nalitie: UGH.

Dukermin: *all the foot taps* SCREW THIS *runs past and around* WE ARE TRUSTWORTHY

Attendant: *had actually finished* ... *gives Nalitie the two id approval things*

Nalitie: DUKERMIN WAIT! *slaps ID badge onto her shirt* There. TO THE PORTAL! *starts running to the spiral escalator*

Dukermin: *follows*

Nalitie: *leads her into the portal room* *fiddles with the portal a bit* Let's see... .Oh... You don't happen to know the coordinates of, say, the world of wherever Undertale is?

Dukeremin: Ummm... The only coordinates I know are to the sea of monsters and that isn't even relevant.

Nalitie: Great.. Oh! Nevermind! Apparently they visit there a lot. It's bookmarked. *presses bookmark*

Dukermin: How convenient. Now what, do we jump in...

Nalitie: Yeah. *turns on the portal* Yep! And don't forget to flip! *jumps in*

Dukermin: *jumps in* *all the swiping intra-dimensional atoms*

Nalitie: *flipity* YAY. It's beautiful.

Dukermin: *flips* Where do we get off... Also, when are we getting off at...?

Nalitie: Um... Either the Ruins or Snowdin. I think. But knowing our luck, we'll probably just end up in Hotland.

Dukermin: Great. Hopefully ruins, then we can be chronological!

Nalitie: *points up ahead* Hey look! There it is! THe drop point! *floats towards it*

Dukermin: Are we going to fall a really long ways...?

Nalitie: Probably.... Not? *goes through drop point*

Dukermin: *enters a bit after Nalitie*

Nalitie: *sitting on the ground, ACTUALLY in the Ruins* Hey look! We actually went where we wanted to go!

Dukermin: * falling out of the sky* *dropped significantly higher than Nalitie* Ow. Yay!

Nalitie: YAY.

Flowey: *approaches* Howdy! My name is Flowey! Flowey the Flower!

Nalitie: *as if she's at some seminar* Hi, Flowey.

Dukermin: Okay go on... friendship pellets and whatnot.

Flowey: *smiling* wh-what?

Nalitie: *creepy smile, trying to imitate Sam* We know things. Like the fact that Christine stalks Sam in her sleep... Oh wait, wrong thing. Continue.

Flowey: Well... I'll skip through some of this then *looks through index cards, throwing some out as he goes* Hmm, we will just *throws friendliness pellets their way*

Nalitie: *weird action-movie slo-mo stuff* *manages to get hit by ALL of them* OW.

Dukermin: Nice going. *plucks Flowey out of ground*

Nalitie: *holds out Lunchbox with a portal to Riewa* He can be the dictator of Riewa.

Flowey: Pardon? *is tossed into lunchbox*

Nalitie: Alright, cool. I mean, the others told us specifically not to take him, but whatever. Let's go find... *pulls out her own stack of index cards* Toriel! *runs off, but runs into wall and hurts herself further* OW.

Dukermin: We will have to find you a band-aid. *off into the ruins they go*

Nalitie: Yeah... *run walks more carefully* Now, uh... This way? *keeps walking*

Dukermin: Well, usually Toriel saved the main character... from Flowey... but now what?

Nalitie: Well... I mean, I did get hit, but we also stole him before she would have intervened.

Dukermin: Hmm... *punches Nalitie* Maybe she will show up now.

Nalitie: OW. *deading*

Toriel: *walks in, carrying a first aid kit* *fixes up Nalitie*

Dukermin: A little unorthodox (undertalewise) But okay.

Nalitie: Pfft, this is fiction and we are in the--ERRRRRR I'd rather not break that wall anymore... Er........ HI.

Toriel: Hello my child...ren.

Nalitie: Hi. I'm Nalitie and this is Dukermin.

Toriel: My name is-

Dukermin: Toriel... we know.

Nalitie: The Dimensional Guardians sent us. Vella wants your pie recipe still. And also we're going to kidnap you and--oh wait...

Toriel: Ah... alright then. *utterly confused* Well, I can bring you to my house and send the recipe with you and then... *continues to be confused*

Nalitie: Um... YEaaah. Let's just start with that... Heh... IGnore that other part. *to Dukermin* Are we gonna put her house on Pluto too? It seems mean to strand her there with no shelter.

Dukermin: I guess we should, so I guess we'll have to ground sever again... We'll worry about that when it comes to that time.

Nalitie: YEaaaahhh. We'll wait for it to come back to us.

Toriel: Er, alright. If you would follow me *heads off to her house*

Nalitie: Okay! *skips along behind her*

Toriel: Now, be careful, my children, for the ruins are filled with-

Nalitie: Puzzles! Haha, this is fun.

Dukermin: *snickers* It's fun to feel omni...scient? or is it... WHATEVER...!

Nalitie: Let's just go with that.

Toriel: *leads them around the Ruins, solving puzzles as she goes* *arrives at home* Now let me go grab that recipe... I would assume you want the recipe for Butterscotch-cinnamon pie?

Nalitie: Yeah. Vella says it's really good... And she's a baker, soooo.... *whispers to Dukermin* We should ground-sever while she's distracted.

Dukermin: *whispering* Yeah... It will be a little less traumatizing and stuff if she doesn't notice.

Nalitie: Well, I wouldn't say that... I mean, the Voltas and Tartines were pretty... *ahem* I think Sam isn't the only one that wants to kill me now. But we'll deal with that later.

Dukermin: Well, we better hurry, hand me the ground-severer.

Nalitie: *pulls one out of... um.... MAGICNESS* *hands it to her* *takes out her own*

Dukermin: *all of the crappy ground-severing*

Nalitie: *making sure Toriel isn't coming back yet* *continues ground severing, trying to be careful but just being really really slow about it*

Dukermin: Hurry up! I mean, I am not doing really well, so it doesn't matter how well you do!

Nalitie: *ground severing at a faster pace* SHOOT I THINK I HEAR HER INSIDE. THAT'S NEVER A GOOD THING.

Dukermin: * frenetic ground severing* *finishes circle* *throws tool at Nalitie*

Nalitie: *puts away tool* *struggles to open the Erscoga hole*

Toriel: *walks out holding paper* Well... here you go. *pretends not to notice oddities*

Nalitie: *quickly closes Erscoga hole and shoves ground severing tools aside* *takes the recipe and puts it in her pocket* Uhhh thanks! *ahem* Ooh! Hey, I think I hear... unm... y-your.... um... FIRE. Your fire is... um... ringing? No wait, that's not... I mean...... It's.... Um.... Firing? Your... P-phone is... Um... Fi.. er... DUKERMIN HELP ME.

Dukermin: Toriel, I know how Vella wanted the butterscotch pie recipe, but I would love if you would... hmm... go back inside and write me up a recipe for one of your AMAZING snail... casseroles?

Toriel: I would love to! No one asks me for my snail recipes anymore! *goes back inside*

Nalitie: *sigh of relief* Thanks. You know I never know what I'm saying. *reopens Erscoga hole*

Dukermin: *pushes house (and Toriel) into hole* Wait, where do we leave the ruins from now?

Nalitie: Umm... *pulls out index cards and drops them EVERYWHERE* Er...

Dukermin: OH HEY WE CAN... *summons Dog* SHADOW TRAVEL!!!

*applause for the dog*

Dog: *sits down*

Dukermin: And to shadow travel we... um... I just... I don't know.

Nalitie: Could we just break more holes into things?

Dukermin: Yeah let's do that *sends dog to Erscoga* I'll figure out how to do that some other time.

Nalitie: Yeah. *goes and breaks holes in the Ruins, trying to find an exit* *finds one* *looks around at the sheer destruction* Uh... Oops! We-we can just... *hull patches everything but the exit* There.

Dukermin: Great. And, we SHOULD find Sans out here! *enters Snowdin*

Nalitie: *picks up her index cards and shuffles through them, walking after Dukermin* Yeah, we need him (and his brother).

Dukermin: And their house.

Nalitie: Yeah. Should we just bring their whole property as well?

Dukermin: Pretty much. Anyway... I guess we just keep walking until we hear shuffling noises. *walking walking walking*

Nalitie: Yep. Oh yeah, that's right, we're humans too, duhhhh oh dear... Asgore and Undyne are on this "To Kidnap" list... And pretty much everyone who'd probably want to kill us... I don't know why... *walking with Dukermin*

*shuffling noises*

Dukermin: *turns around* SANS!

Sans: Oh hi! I guess I expected more drama here.

Nalitie: Nah.... We left the drama with Erik. Er...

Sans: Well...

Papyrus: *walking this way*

Sans: QUICK! BEHIND THIS CONVENIENTLY SHAPED LAMP!

Nalitie: ... But there's two of us. And that lamp is too short. Even for me.

Papyrus: Who are you? Wait... are you...

Nalitie: Me? *dons a cloak* I'm Mysterious Shadow Person. I'm in league with the Wicked Witch. And this is my partner in crime, Off-Brand Phantom of the Dukermin.

Dukermin: *dons trenchcoat with cape* Yes. And we would like to recruit you two to fill in a very prestigious post.

Papyrus: Ooh! Are you here to finally recruit me to the Royal Guard?

Dukermin: We are even higher than the Royal Guard, We are the Royal Royal Guard. And we admire your pluckiness.

Nalitie: Yeah. Oh, and as a little disclaimer, we are not in any way, shape, or form aligned with King Asgore. We're in league with the Queen of the Dimensions, Miss... Elma.

Sans: What about me? I'm not really interested in the Royal Royal Guard.

Nalitie: You can... um... We can lock you in a glass box with Callie and you can be the Royal Royal Comedian of Inspiration.

Dukermin: Royal ROYAL Comedian, you will be very famous.

Sans: Okay I'm in.

Dukermin: If you would like to continue with us... *opens wormhole to Pluto* Just hop right into this hole.

Nalitie: Oh, and tell us if Toriel is okay. Dukermin still wants her Snail Casserole recipe.

Dukermin: ...Yeah...yum. Okay! In you go!

Papyrus: This is so exciting!!! *into the wormhole without a single doubt*

Sans: *ditto*

Nalitie: Let's go get their house and shed before they change their minds. *runs off through the forest*

Dukermin: Yeah, and then we can bring some monster kids. I know how to do that!

Nalitie: *magical timeskippyness to the House of Sans and Papyrus*

Dukermin: And now!!! *all the ground severing that is decent because there is no hurry*

Nalitie: *carefully ground severing* Look! We got a decent rectangle! Sort of... *looks at their "rectangle" which is actually a trapezoid*

Dukermin: Best work we have ever done!

Nalitie: Agreed. *opens the Erscgoa hole* Let us not drop it on their heads.

Dukermin: I'll try *pushes house in* Hopefully that was okay.

Nalitie: *shrugs* *pulls out her index cards again* *remembers* *puts them away* You wanted to kidnap some Monster Children?

Dukermin: I think enough of them would make a good infantry if the need were to arise. And they are also my favorite.

Nalitie: Great! Let's uh... *grabs all the fancy kidnapping materials*

Dukermin: Oh we don't need that. *opens wormhole*

Nalitie: Darn. *puts it away*

Dukermin: *yells* WHO WANTS TO MEET UNDYNE

All the monster kids: *scream*

Dukermin: STEP RIGHT UP TO THIS HERE WORMHOLE!

Nalitie: It's completely free of charge! *whispers to Dukermin* And this is a promise we can actually keep!

Monster kids: *into the wormhole, screaming*

Dukermin: So easy.

Nalitie: I suppose now we should probably get Undyne soon before they get too antsy.

Dukermin: Well... then off we go!

Nalitie: *more magical timeskippyness* I wonder how hard this will be. We're practically Royal Guard magnets. Which means Undyne.

Dukermin: I think we should avoid confrontation. Get out your kidnapping stuff Nalitie!

Nalitie: We could just see if she's home and then take her whole house... We may need disguises instead. *pulls out all of the masks and the cloaks and some more stuff she stole from Sam/Raoul/maybe Erik and Log_Lady...?*

Dukermin: *dons... all the costumes*

Nalitie: *pulls on a pair of Raoul's pants, puts on a mask, dons a cloak, and puts on a pair of sunglasses she stole from either Raoul or Sam* To Undyne's house! We could ask if she can teach us/you to cook... ANd then I'll ground sever while you distract?

Dukermin: And we can't take the normal way, because she finds us... right?

Nalitie: Yeah... Unless we've been totally unsuspecting? Eh. *opens a small lunchbox portal and enters in the location* We can do this instead.

Dukermin: I was going to say take the backroads, but this works...! *into the lunchbox*

Nalitie: *follows*

Dukermin: *at Undyne's house* So do we just... knock on the door?

Nalitie: Yeah. You do that, I'll go around back and start severing. *sneaks back there*

Dukermin: *knocks o nn the door* Hello?

Undyne: *answers* Hello...?

Dukermin: I'm here about the cooking lessons? *holds up flyer received from who-knows-where*

Undyne: Where did you... *all the suspiciousness*

Nalitie: *stops ground severing as she rounds the corner* *goes back and hides until they go away*

Dukermin: *pushes past Undyne inside* Nice house!

Undyne: *closes door, goes inside*

Nalitie: *continues ground-severing*

Dukermin: *avoids Undyne, stalling*

Undyne: *trying to find Dukermin*

Dukermin: *rounds back, looks out window* You done?

Nalitie: *finishes her hasty circle* *opening Erscoga Hole* Yeah, sneak out here while she's still inside!

Dukermin: *crawls through window* *pushes house in*

Nalitie: Let us hope those children don't get too wild. Now who...?

Dukermin: *pulls out "To Kidnap" list* We have Asgore, Asriel, Alphys, and Mettaton left. So, Mettaton I believe.

Nalitie: Yay! Should we bring Napstablook with us too? I mean... *cough*.

Dukermin: Sure, why not!

Nalitie: To Hotland! *opens more portals*

Dukermin: *summons portal from Iceland* Now it'll blow a cold breeze at me!

Nalitie: But... Iceland... Isn't Greenland the cold one?

Dukermin: Iceland is cold too, and Iceland is awesomer than Greenland.

Nalitie: Hm. Okay. ANYWAY... (assuming we are now in Hotland) *runs towards the lab and slams into the wall, missing the door by a good five feet* OW. AGAIN.

Dukermin: *walks into building* *snickers*

Nalitie: *stumbles in after her*

Dukermin: Okay... and where do we encounter Alphys? And what should we take? Should we take the lab?

Nalitie: Probably? Hey wait, it's not dark in here... And I don't see our faces being monitored.

Alphys: *walking out*

Nalitie: *runs into her* OW WHY DO I KEEP--HI. I'm Nalitie. This is my friend Dukermin.

Alphys: *staring at them, stuttering and stammering a bit*

Nalitie: I'm surprised. You are significantly less.. Oh wait... *takes off disguise* Hi. I'm Nalitie.

Dukermin: *takes off costume* Dukermin.

Alphys: Y-y... H-human...

Nalitie: *sparkles* Surprise!

Dukermin: Yup! How would you like to go on a vacation!?

Alphys: B-but... I... You... You're HUMAN! Oh my God, I--I .... They...

Nalitie: I'm really surprised nobody has seen us coming aside from Sans.

Dukermin: *going off on own train of thought* BEAUTIFUL view... all expenses paid...

Nalitie: Um... Yeah! ANd all the anime you could watch!

Alphys: ... B-but I... I need to...

Nalitie: Oh, come now, Dr. Alphys! Who cares about responsibility? You can continue your work there, because... Um.... Because.... REASONS!

Dukermin:*still thinking* Great cultural experiences... free wifi...

Nalitie: Yes, yes... And sleeping and swimming too! Probably. And... *leans in real close* Undyne is there too.

Dukermin: *back* Mmhm *eyebrows*

Alphys: *can't help but blush a little* U-Undyne?

Nalitie: Yep! Now come on! *opens Erscoga hole* Just a wormhole away. And we'll bring your lab with you, so no worries! *to Dukermin* *whispers* Push her. She'll be fine probably.

Dukermin: *grins* *pushes Alphys into wormhole*

Nalitie: *closes it quickly* Tee hee. Now... Mettaton....

Dukermin: ...should be coming any second now.

Nalitie: Yeah... Let's uh... *turns off the lights in preparation* *readies buckets of confetti*

Mettaton: *strolls in, drinking coffee (in some...way)*

Nalitie: That... That was so... Undramatic. I had confetti and string and spotlights all prepared and everything. Come on, Mettaton.

Mettaton: *suddenly notices* Sorry... I was on break... *pauses*

Nalitie: *standing there awkwardly* *offers him a bucket of confetti* Um... We can go outside... And then come back in?

Mettaton: That would be great. *to self* I swore I would NEVER be caught off guard!

Nalitie: Great um... *drags Dukermin outside* *counts to ten* After you, Dukermin.

Dukermin: *enters lab*

Nalitie: *skips along after her, managing to not run into things*

Mettaton: OHHH YES * lights camera action stuff* HELLO BEAUTIES!!! AND WELCOME TO OUR FIRST EVER... QUIZ SHOW! The rules are simple... get the answer right... OR DIE! *music playing*

Dukermin: Woah woah woah no. No death. We aren't here to perform...

Nalitie: YEah! I mean, we need to be alive for the war and all because... Otherwise... AW WHO CARES!

Dukermin: Yes... We are ... um... kind of like a Talent Agency! Yes, and do we have an offer for you!!

Nalitie: Yeah! *whispers to dukermin* Especially since we already discarded Alphys through the wormhole and I forgot to memor-- *remembers Mettaton* I mean... LETS JUST GO WITH THAT. Yeah.

Mettaton: Tell me more about this special offer! *newscaster voice*

Dukermin: We would like to kickstart your show! Your new show... *dramatic pause* ON THE SURFACE!

Nalitie: Yeah! Well, for the purpose of honesty, A surface... And, uh... we'll see if Mr. B still has any of those... uh... lights from uh... a color guard! Because.... Otherwise... we have Lux! Yeah! You can have as many lioghts from Lux as you want! You can never have too many lights!

Dukermin: New lights! New settings! Fresh ideas! And a wide fan base... All ready to meet you!

Nalitie: Yeah! Plus also, have you ever wanted to perform for, say.... HUMANS? Because we have lots of those and I'm sure Christine and Steven will enjoy your show.

Mettaton: That sounds FANTASTIC, darlings! What do I have to do to recieve this... SPECIAL OFFER?

Nalitie: All you need to do is... *looks to Dukermin for approval of her unspoken idea*

Dukermin: *nods like it's time... soap opera style*

Nalitie: All YOU need to do, aside from putting on the show... is to turn around.

DUkermin: *fangirl screams* YES

Nalitie: *looks at her funny because those screams rarely come from her mouth*

Mettaton: But of course, darlings. *turns around*

Nalitie: *flips his switch while giggling like a maniac* *realizes she's turned into Sam and stops*

Mettaton: *All the glorious transforming, lights and sparkles and all of the fancy glorious transforming stuff* Oh my... If you flipped my switch, that can only mean one thing... You're DESPERATE for the premiere of my new body!

Nalitie: ... Maybe...?

Dukermin: Now... are you ready to start your BRAND NEW SHOW?

Mettaton: YES! I'm sorry to leave my loyal fans... but a new chapter has been written for me!!

Nalitie: Great! And don't worry. We'll be broadcasting the show to them too! And, as an added bonus for flipping your switch like that, I'll also give you full, unrestricted access to my virtual reality room, where ALL of the drama happens!

Ratings: *go up*

Dukermin: So... *opens void* If you are ready, step right through!

Mettaton: Of COURSE! *waving* *steps through*

Lights and stuff: *follow through*

Nalitie: ... Okay?

Dukermin: The drama is a part of him.

Nalitie: Huh. Well, shall we uproot this lab and go back for Napstablook? *takes out ground severers* *hands one to Dukermin*

Dukermin: Yes! *outside, all the ground severing... again*

Nalitie: *also the ground severing... CAREFULLY*

Dukermin: *finishes out, opens void*

Nalitie: *pushes it through*

DUkermin: SO... three more to go... and then we need to pick up a Best Western or something for the Monster Kids.

Nalitie: Yep! We can steal one from the Ask Erik universe. They won't mind.

Dukermin: *and off to Napstablook they went*

Nalitie: Why don't you see if they are home? Cause if we can avoid freakouts and long explanations, that would be GREAT.

Dukermin: *sneaks up on house window and checks* Yeah.

Nalitie: GREAT. *throws another ground severer at Dukermin although she never got rid of the other one*

Dukermin: *all of the QUIET ground severing*

Nalitie: *follows* *whispers* This is going very well... so much better than the others...

Dukermin: *whispers back * very true. *finishes off*

Nalitie: *opens the Erscoga hole and brings it to the house, rather than pushing the house*

Dukermin: WOw why didn't we think of that...?

Nalitie: Yeah... It would have led to less destruction down on pluto.... OH WELL! Let's go find... *takes out index cards* ASGORE. Wait... why would they have wanted us to...? Because they're also human and he would have... Wait... Dukermin....? Did you write extra names on my cards? Because only, like, three or four of these are in their handwriting... And by them I mean the Volta and Tartine families.

Dukermin:...Well... I mean... Um... So... They are... Well... They are all useful to us so IS IT SUCH A BAD THING?

Nalitie: .... Well... WE'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUt. ANd now that you mention it, it's probably good to get them away from SAM. I'm going to start to refer to her in caps now.

Dukermin: That's nice. Anyway, what's the game plan for Asgore? Costumes?

Nalitie: *takes out the costumes* Yep! And we'll... uh....... Bribe him with couple's therapy?

Dukermin: He WILL go for that, right?

Nalitie: ... Yeah! Sure... let's just start with that and think later.

Dukermin: *digging through costume box* *magically finds homestuck horns* YES!

Nalitie: *dons a mask and a cloak AND sunglasses... and other clothing she stole from Sam and Raoul* Let's go I'm getting warm.

DUkermin: *directs Iceland hole to Nalitie* Kay off we go!

Nalitie: *pulls out portal to just outside of the throne room* *jumps through*

Dukermin: *follows*

Nalitie: Let's do this. *enters*

Asgore: *looks up* Oh hello... Can I help you?

Nalitie: Yes, in fact! We're here to make you an offer!

Asgore: Okay... Can you tell me more about it before I agree to anything?

Nalitie: Of course! Well, you MUST remember you ex wife, Toriel, correct?

Asgore: Yes.

Nalitie: Well, if you had the chance to reconcile with her, would you take it?

Asgore: ... Yes.

Nalitie: Well, my friend here and I are here to invite you to COUPLE'S THERAPY!

Asgore: Couple's Therapy? And Toriel will be there?

Nalitie: Yep! And also... WELL NEVERMIND I FORGOT... Probably.

Dukermin: Well... yes... *snickers* King Fluffybuns...

Asgore: So people still refer to me in that name... What do I need to do?

Nalitie: UMMM... Just... Um.... *quietly* Jump through a wormhole and leave the Underground behind for a few... um... A while...?

Asgore: Pardon...!?

DUkermin: It's OKAY! They will be left in good hands while you are gone!

Nalitie: Yep! We have it ALL planned out!

Asgore: And you HAVE talked to Toriel about all this?

Nalitie: ... Sure! *laughs nervously inside her head*

Asgore: Well... you seem very trustworthy...

Nalitie: Great! Let's shake on it! *goes to do so, but trips and manages to lose ALL of her disguise pieces* OW WHY.

Asgore: Wait... you... You are human?

Dukermin: NO NO NOT AT ALL WOW THATS A GREAT HUMAN COSTUME NALITIE!! Um...

Nalitie: *trying to contain the lie, but is about to probably explode or something... literally*

Asgore: And are you human too? *Looking at Dukermin*

Dukermin: NO *shrinks away*

Nalitie: *whispers to Dukermin* I assume neither of us is strong enough to push him through the wormhole...

Dukermin: *to nalitie* and we really can't fight him... Well... *battle planning*

Nalitie: I... Um... sorta left all of my weapons at home. All I have are marshmallows...

Dukermin: *discreetly opens wormhole behind Asgore* THROWS THE MARSHMALLOWS MAYBE HE'LL FALL IN *quiet yelling*

Nalitie: ... You know quiet yelling is pretty much just regular speaking... right? Volumewise, at least...

DUkermin: SHOOT

Asgore: *preparing to fight* I'm sorry.

Nalitie: *idea* *whispers to Dukermin* Don't do anything lethal. I mean, there's two of us and he probably only needs one soul, and I do fancy things after I die so maybe if I die in a convincing way then we can just go back and ground sever but, like, not now because reasons. He'd probably jsut follow us anyway.

DUkermin: Wait so you are going to die... And ...

Nalitie: And then you run away and I'll meet you outside. um...

Dukermin: Okay. As long as I don't have to die.

Asgore: *attempts to destroy mercy button* Wait...

Nalitie: *watches confusedly because he basically just stabbed the floor*

Dukermin: *whispers to Nalitie* Are you going to die after one fake/real hit?*

Nalitie: Well I want to be sorta convincing... *remembers something to aid her idea* *calls Christine about something*

Dukermin: okay... so I've gotta dodge a bunch.

Nalitie: Yeah. *faces Asgore and reaches a hand in her pocket*

Asgore: *All the fire throwing*

Nalitie: *misses... um... SOME of them*

Dukermin: *had dived behind Nalitie. caused her to take real damage*

Nalitie: *produces off-brand Lucky Charms hearts and throws them at Asgore (like that's actually gonna do anything)*

Asgore: *is hit by marshmallows* *blinks* *more fire throwing*

Nalitie: *actually manages to miss most of it*

Dukermin: *running in circles*

Nalitie: *grabs lunchbox portal and produces a lightsaber from it* *extends it*

Dukermin: GO GET 'EM

Nalitie: *tries to strike Asgore with it, but manages to miss completely*

Asgore: *doesn't exactly know what the HP is...* *reluctantly throws single fireball*

Nalitie: *deflects it with her lightsaber* I'm not deading yet, you know. I'm only, like, half dead.

Asgore: Thanks for telling me. *throws more to finish turn*

Nalitie: *deflects some, but is hit by most* *topples over, deading* OW. *looks up at Dukermin* Dukermin, my platonic love... go. He only needs one of our souls. Besides, Erscoga needs at least one leader.

Dukermin: *hisses* don't die for real! *edges out*

Nalitie: *lying there, mostly dead* *time passes* *weakly* This... *cough* this is taking longer than I thought it would... Could you, like, stab me or something...?

Dukermin: *starts the ground severing job*

Asgore: *takes trident* I'm sorry... *all the tension and a stab*

Nalitie: *whispers* Well at least this time I didn't die because of Christine... *dies*

Nalitie's body: *disintegrates*

Nalitie's soul: *um... surfaces*

Dukermin: * back round* I AM UNFAMILIAR WITH THIS *continues ground severing* *finishes* *pushes house into wormhole* *Remembers Nalitie* *Pulls house back out*

Asgore: *takes soul*

Hands: *take it back*

Nalitie (Force Ghost editiion): Ach! Just because I'm dead doesn't mean you can take my soul! *reabsorbs it*

Dukermin: ...*whispers* whaaat is happening...

Nalitie: And now we're sort of at a stalemate... You can't kill me OR take my soul, I can't kill you, and Dukermin is LONG GONE. So I bid thee adieu. *disappears into force* *reappears behind Dukermin* Boo.

Dukermin: *jumps* *smacks Nalitie*

Nalitie: *watches as her hand phases through her face* ...

Dukermin: Okay well all that is ... done *pushes house back into hole*

Nalitie: Yep! And I've also been thinking... We're here BEFORE the events of Undertale, right?

Dukermin: Pretty much, yeah...

Nalitie: Well... There's no Frisk here, and... Well... What if... what if... WE are the protagonists? Like, what if we took hisher place? And that got me thinking about the fact that they're constantly reincarnating... so... what if...? While we're in this world, what if? What if WE have that power now? Just while we're here?

Dukermin:That makes sense... So... *hand flailing* REINCARNATE!

Nalitie: *focuses* *looks determined (and slightly constipated)* *fades back into color and solid form* *looks at self* HAHA IT WORKED *hugs Dukermin* IT WORKED!

Dukermin: YAY! So... We got pretty much the hardest part done with...

Nalitie: Yep. Now let's go retrieve Asriel from an alternate timeline Frisk's memories. We can probably find him in the Mind Core, which is actually back on Termata.

Dukermin: SO WE ARE DONE WITH THE UNDERGROUND!

Nalitie: Yep! Well, sort of. *opens Erscoga hole to Termata* Shall we?

Dukermin: Yes *into Termata*

Nalitie: *follows* *and so they went to the Mind Core* Alrighty then. We just need to find the memories of an alternate timeline Frisk and get Asriel before he fades away. Once we remove him from the Mind Core, he'll be in full physical form AND not have to worry about being comprised of other people's souls... So we all can be happy!

Dukermin: YAY!

Nalitie: *finds a directional sign* *points* This way. *starts walking*

Dukermin: *walking, walking, walking*

Nalitie: *reaches the memories of alternate timeline Frisk* Now we just need to find one with Asriel, preferrably in his original form. And then we can surprise his parents and all be friendy friends. Or die again...? Hopefully not, but...

Dukermin: Well, we'll get the couple's therapy stuff all set up and everything will be fine.

Nalitie: Yeah, I can get Sophia and we'll find a Best Western after we make somewhat of a peace with them... Ah! *finds the memory they're looking for* In here. *goes to Asriel inside the memory*

Dukermin: What do we do?

Nalitie: Talk, I suppose. *approaches Asriel*

Asriel: *looks up* Oh... hello! Who are you?

Nalitie: I'm Nalitie and this is Dukermin. We have a question--if you could find a way to live happily with your parents while still letting Frisk and her friends live in peace? A way to exist without being a flower or needing other people's souls?

Asriel: That would be great!

Nalitie: Well, we have a way! All you need to do is follow us out of this place, because right now you exist only as a memory. Once you're out of here, you'll regain physical form.

Asriel: Is it easy to leave? I doubt I've ever tried...

Nalitie: Well you also weren't aware that you were a memory. And actually, it kind of is... Getting you out of here will be easier than ground severing Napstablook's house.

Asriel: Wow. *walks toward them*

Nalitie: That was the easiest dimensional transfer yet. Let's get outta here. *grabs his hand and Dukermin's hand and starts skipping away into the sunse-- I mean onto the surface of Termata*

Dukermin: Well, I guess the only thing left to do is grab the Best Western... kind of...

Nalitie: We can do that after we make peace, since it means a trip back to the Ask Erik world...

Dukermin: Yeah...

Nalitie: To Pluto, then?

DUkermin: I suppose!

Nalitie: Great! *opens portal and jumps in, taking Asriel with her* *lands on a rock, looking down upon the stolen Undertale*

Dukermin: *falls through*

Nalitie: Hey, Asriel, why don't you go behind this rock? Your appearance is a surprise.

Asriel: *obeys*

Nalitie: Great! *produces a conch from her pocket* *blows into it to get everyone's attention*

Everyone: *Looks that way*

Nalitie: Everyone! Hello! Some of you may know this, some of you may not, but I am Nalitie, and this is my accomplice, Dukermin. And we want to start by apologizing for stealing you from your worlds and dumping you onto the surface of this planet. But you must realize, we did so only to keep you from being claimed by the wrong side of this oncoming war. If we had not stolen you away, SAM would have done so. And all hope for my/Dukermin's world would have been lost.

Everyone: *murmering*

Dukermin: Yeah so... SAM=Bad...

Nalitie: I know most of you/some of you probably want to kill us now that we've dropped our disguises. But please, see that we are not all bad. We have kept our promises, have we not? Or... more of... we WILL keep our promises in the near future... Um... *throws lights at Mettaton and throws Sophia, the inter-dimensional therapist, at Asgore and Toriel*

Dukermin: You have our word of honor! Anyway, we have left this planet for you! And we will keep improving it in order to satisfy you and make this a smooth transition!

Nalitie: Yep! And you're totally free to wander this dimension as well, provided you don't kill anyone.

Dukermin: So If you have any questions or comments as time goes on, please leave them in this suggestion box! *produces cardboard box*

Nalitie: Or take the conch. *sets down the conch* *remembers* Oh wait! Hang on! One more thing! *about to jump down from the rock, but remembers something else* *produces BUKT* *drops her string, yarn, rope, silverware, cereal, cereal shooter, thread, stool, pencil, pencil sharpener, cacti, her Death Ray button, her contraption made of several blender blades glued together and attached to a stick, a frosting spreader, and some more overly ripe "Whole Grain Nutrient Paste", some overly ripe "Galactic Slime", a lightsaber, and everything else that may be used as a type of weapon into the BUKT* *drops the lightsaber from earlier into the Erscoga hole* *also produces several daggers from her socks and drops them in there too* I think that's all of them...

Dukermin: Wow.

Nalitie: Yeah, I'm not as helpless as you guys seem to think. *jumps down from the Rock and manages to hurt herself* Ow. *walks over to Toriel and Asgore, sanding slightly closer to Toriel* We have someone here to see you again. *gestures for Asriel to come over*

Asriel&Toriel&Asgore: *all of the hugging and happiness*

Nalitie: *climbs back on the rock, taking the conch* We don't expect you guys to fight with us. We don't even expect you to be friends with us, but we do ask that you trust us enough to keep you here, away from SAM's clutches.

DUkermin: That's ALL we ask *mumbles* At least for now...

Nalitie: *tries to not sing* Yep! Oh yeah, uh... I forgot... *throws VR room keys and 50 page instruction booklet (with 49 of the pages left intentionally blank) at Mettaton* *leaves some lunchbox portals too* These are portals for when and if you wish to leave the planet. All you need to do is press the button of where you want to go and jump in.

Everyone: *more mumbling*

One monster kid: *accidentally transports self away*

Dukermin: *whispers to nalitie* That's why they are infantry

Nalitie: yeah. *to everyone else* Oh, one more request--Do NOT go to Riewa. It isn't a portal option, but please refrain from going there. It's our death planet and it is dictated by a murderous flower.

Dukermin: Yeah... Pretty much sums up entire planet

Everyone: *gasps and mumbling as some realize stuff*

Nalitie: *clutches the conch* *trying to remember what else she was gonna say* Dukermin?

Dukermin: *Looks up* Wha- Hmm... Well I don't know, we'll go grab a hotel in a bit for those whose house did not come with them later...

Nalitie: Yeah. *to the crowd* Anyone have anything to say? *offers the conch to they who wish to speak*

One monster kid: *grabs conch* Yeah... who's in charge? Can I be in charge?

Nalitie: Well, we DID take your guys' king with, so probably not.

Monster kid: aw... *put's conch back*

Dukermin: Yes, so we think you should continue to treat Asgore *coughs*andtoriel*coughs* As if he is your king, since he is...

Nalitie: Yeah. Oh, and, uh, please don't kill Callie *gestures to Callie, who's standing in a glass box, holding a cookie*

Callie: *being confused*

Dukermin: Yeah, that is kind of a given...

Nalitie: So... You guys good?

Everyone: *mumbles of agreement*

Dukermin: And if you have an idea that might help you guys with living on this new planet, just put them in this suggestion box *dramatic flailing at cardboard box*

Nalitie: yep! And, uh don't worry about the ones who stayed in the Underground. They are perfectly fine and will be looked after by a small, white dog.

Dukermin: OH *to Nalitie* Also, we need to get the security system for Undyne... because of the monster kids...

Nalitie: Oh... Yeah... we can steal one from the Ask Erik universe when we go for the Best Western... In the meantime, maybe she could hang out with Christine and Steven and Willy and I and you back on Termata?

Dukermin: Sure...

Nalitie: *yells over the crowd* HEY UNDYNE COME THIS WAY SO WE CAN STEAL YOU AWAY FROM THE MONSTER KIDS SO THEY DONT, LIKE, KILL YOU OR WHATEVER. Wait. Did I say that too loud?

Undyne: *struggling to get away*

Nalitie: Uhhh... *flies over to her and throws a lunchbox portal over her head, transporting her to Termata* There.

DUkermin: So... Do we have anything else to say?

Nalitie: Nah. IF ANY IF YOU NEED US, WE SHALL BE PROBABLY ON TERMATA. OTHEWISE JUST ASK ONE OF THE PEOPLE IN THE RODENT INFESTED HOUSE WITH THE COUCH THAT FLIES INTO SPACE.

Dukermin: Yeah... And I'm usually with her so...

Nalitie: yep! Bye, guys! *opens portal to Termata probably* *jumps in*

Dukermin: *follows*

Nalitie: We'll go steal a Best Western later tonight, while Ask Erik is asleep. For now... I'm gonna go check in Christine. You can come with, if you'd like.

Dukermin: What else do I ever do?

Nalitie: *shrigs and heads home*

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rarepears · 2 years

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Ivy would be worship like a goddess after she ( if can ) made Tatooine into a rainforest, i personally hc the planet not always just all sand and rocks something happens that make the planet like that

I don't know if it's fandom or canon that says that Tatooine was a planet covered in plants until it got overmined (yay capitalism) to the point that it became all desert.

Anyways, I don't think it would be good if Poison Ivy just went in and turned the whole planet into a rainforest - a lot of species, both plant and animal, have adapted to the desert setting. I am no scientist or well versed in how one can safely turned desert into forest (it's called desert greening) but surely it needs delicate planning, timing, and all that good stuff?

And again, I don't know anything about this, but I wonder what the impacts would be from suddenly sprouting plants in a desert. Temperature would drop yes. But would there be a water shortage since the plants' roots would still be buried in rather shallow level of water and humans would need to reach even deeper into the planet to get water? A sudden increase in the atmosphere's oxygen levels could be pretty concerning health-wise for certain species who don't breath in oxygen.

And with trees/tree roots preventing erosions, rivers will start forming. To have rivers means to have floods. To have rivers also mean that some houses/places will be under water - going to need bridges to get over said rivers and does Tatooine even know (or can afford to) how to build bridges? Desert folks don't know how to swim either, so drowning is another concern.

#ask #tatooine #star wars au #star wars #star wars idea #poison ivy

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shavatikasstuff · 3 years

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Somewhere out in the galaxy, our heroes find themselves crash landed on an uncharted planet. All their weapons have either been destroyed or buried under six feet of sand. Equipped with nothing but the clothes on their back, what will our brave and noble heroes do?

Anakin: Alright men, ready to take down the sith?!

501st: YAY!

Obi-Wan: Anakin wait! You guys aren’t even armed yet!

Ahsoka: Yes we are master. Don’t worry.

Obi-Wan: With what? That stick Fives and Echo were using to poke that snake with?

Anakin and Ahsoka pointing finger guns Obi-Wan’s way: Overconfidence!

Obi-Wan and Cody who decided to tag along for the heck of it: We are so dead

#the clone wars #ahsoka tano #captain rex #anakin skywalker #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #501st battalion #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 3 years

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Beach Rules

A/N: Paladins at the beach? Sure! Platonic everyone. This is Keith and Shiro centric. And there’s loads of tickling and simping, yay :D

„Is that…“

„No, it can’t be!!“

„Oh, but, but… guys, it’s…“

„A beach!“ Shiro stepped out of the castle, joining Pidge, Lance and Hunk on the surface of this vacation worthy planet with a disbelieving expression.

Allura followed, taking her helmet off and actually giving one of her rare honest smiles. „Yes, a beach. This is the planet of Basoria. 10 000 years ago, this planet has already been one of my favorite places to be. It seems incredible that the Galra haven’t taken over it. But since there are no intelligent beings on here, they probably didn’t see the point. It’s a save place. Coran and I wanted to offer you this. A day off at the beach. With everything you’ve already done, paladins, I am happy if I can give you something back.“

The three younger paladins shrieked happily, shouting their thanks as they took off running for the shore, shoes flying and jackets landing in the sand. Shiro turned his head to look at Allura with a smile. „This is amazing, Allura. I think you couldn’t have made them happier.“

Allura tilted her head and put a hand on Shiro’s left arm. „I was hoping you would enjoy this as well, Shiro. You have been working harder than anyone of us. You deserve a day’s rest.“

Shiro opened his mouth in surprise, a little overwhelmed by so much attention and a little lost for words. Fortunately Keith chose excatly this moment to step out between them, a grumpy expression on his face. „A beach?“ He asked with a raised eyebrow, obviously sceptical about something that involved such a big amount of fun.

Allura narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance, having hoped for a rather different reaction. „Yes, Keith. A beach. A place for relaxation and happiness. I’m glad to see that it disgusts you so much.“

Allura went to take off her armor inside the castle, mumbling intelligibly under her breath. Keith merely sniffed and shrugged as the princess moved away, crossing his arms over his chest and looking outside with a wary expression. Three cheerful paladins were splashing around in turquoise water. They were still dressed in t-shirts and pants, but didn’t seem to care a bit about the additional soaked weight. Keith had never seen them this outgoingly happy.

He felt a weight on his shoulder and saw that Shiro had put his hand on it, an encouraging smile on his face. „Go on, Keith. Don’t worry so much. I bet it’s fun out there. Give it a try.“

Keith tilted his head slightly and looked away, a little crease appearing between his eyebrows. „Hmmm. I don’t know, Shiro.“

The warm dark eyes of the older paladin changed, giving room for worry. This guy managed to catch up to everything. „What is it?“

Keith huffed and shook his head slightly, fond of Shiro being so perceptive, yet at the same time wishing he weren’t. „It’s just… I don’t know. I- I’ve never… well, I’ve never been to a beach before. My father and I never went on vacations, you know.“

Keith shuffled around slightly, trying to act as indifferent as he could, while he was actually dying from insecurity inside. He sent a tentative side glance in Shiro’s direction and saw the realization in his expression. Keith smiled and shielded his eyes against the sun.

„I think it’ll come naturally to you, Keith.“ Shiro said softly, making Keith look at him again in surprise. „All we have to do is go out there and… do the next best thing.“

Keith blinked at him, pretty unsure about this much spontaneousness. „And what would that be?“

Shiro put his finger on his lips thoughtfully, making Keith start to consider that maybe Shiro had just as little clue what to do at a beach as he had. His features softened a little at that impression. Where Shiro knew pretty much everything about him, there was little Keith knew about Shiro in connection to his past. Shiro kept most things locked away behind so many doors that walking through all of them could take years. Keith had barely managed to walk through the half of them.

He sighed deeply and slid out of his jacket, leaving it in the castle. „Let’s start by making ourselves more… beach ready.“ Keith made an awkward motion towards his t-shirt and then bent over to take off his shoes and roll up the legs of his pants.

Shiro smiled at that and copied Keith’s actions, stripping to his sleeveless muscle shirt and rolling his pants up as well. For a second he was insecure about the bulgy skin where his right shoulder merged into the metal arm. But then a sudden feeling took over him and made him forget about any insecurities. Was that… giddiness he felt in his stomach?

There suddenly was so much energy inside of him that he had to get rid off. He looked at Keith staggering around on one leg as he tried to keep the material of his pants rolled up on the other leg. And a grin spread out on his face.

He suddenly knew exactly what he had to do.

„Keith..“

Keith looked up in time to manage a very surprised yell, before a very strong arm wrapped around his middle and lifted him off the floor. „SHIRO WHAT ARE YOU-“

„I know what we have to do!“

Keith clawed his fingers into Shiro’s foreram, holding on to him tensely as the pilot started running with Keith dangling from his side, shaking him quite thoroughly. Despite that Keith almost sighed in relief as fresh air ruffled his hair and blew under his shirt, giving him goosebumps and drying his sweat. It felt like flying through the desert with Shiro all over again. The memory of their races untied a knot in Keith’s chest and he suddenly had to let out a laugh as Shiro readjusted his grip on him, lifting him even higher than he’d been before.

„Don’t drop me!!!“

Shiro’s smirk was audible in his words as he raised his voice as well. „Oh, I will drop you in a bit!“

Keith tensed up again and looked to where Shiro was headed. Pidge, Hunk and Lance in the water had noticed their approach by now, curious happy smiles on their faces as they got closer at a dizzying speed. The realization hit Keith and he started struggling, almost causing Shiro to drop him himself.

„NO YOU WILL NOT! DON’T YOU DARE! SHIRO!“

But Shiro wasn’t bothered by Keith’s defiance in the slightest. His soft laughter mixed with Keith’s gasps and yelps and put a warm feeling in his shaking stomach.

Keith’s struggles grew stronger the closer they got to the water, forcing Shiro to swing Keith’s in front of his chest to be able to hold him there with both his arms.

Keith’s fists drummed against Shiro’s forearms, as the pilot reached the shore and took a few steps into the water. How Shiro managed to stay strong enough to hold him like that with all his laughter was a freaking mystery to the paladin of the red lion. „Enough with the violence,“ Shiro chuckled, „Time to cool your head!“

Keith’s knees were pulled up to his chest and he was eagerly trying to keep himself in that pulled up position by wrapping his hands around Shiro’s head behind him and holding on. „I DON’T THINK SO!!“

„Oh, but you will let go,“ Shiro growled, a playful tone to his voice that made Keith’s stomach drop.

„YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!“

„Ah, Keith, you really bring this upon yourself,“ Shiro chuckled and kept his metal arm wrapped around Keith’s middle, the other suddenly dangerously unoccupied and close to his side and ribs and this was when it clicked, but too late.

„SHIRO WAIT-“ Keith shouted out in panic, trying to pull himself up higher to get away, but it was to no use. Shiro’s fingers were already squeezing his side and making their way up and hell on earth, it tickled so much, Keith had never thought anything could tickle this much.

Any plans for holding back his giggles were diminished immediately, as he broke out into hysterical squeals and deep uncontrollable laughter, twitching around like a fish as Shiro’s fingers were crawling up his side, over his ribs and right in the center of his exposed armpit. He really meant to keep his hands behind Shiro’s head, pulling at his hair to keep from being dropped. But forget that, he couldn’t take this without fighting back. It felt like Shiro was tickling him with twenty fingers at least where he was only using five and it wasn’t fair and it led to Keith’s unavoidable fate.

„SHHIHIIHRO NOHOOO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!!“

„I won’t stop until you let go!!“

„BUT THEN YOU’LL DROOHOHOP MEE!!“

„Beach rules, Keith. You are obligated to have fun!“

One last arch in Shiro’s arm, then Keith couldn’t stand it anymore and he tore his arms down, trying to push Shiro’s assaulting hand as far away from his ticklish torso as possible, when it was already time for a dive in the waves of Basoria.

Keith shrieked, when Shiro’s arms suddenly stopped holding him, honest to God shrieked - as if he’d needed any more embarrassment in front of the others. The cold water caught him quite gently though. There were no burns at the impact of the water, there was no water shooting up his nose. There was just a nice feeling of floating around and having his hair fly around his head.

He welcomed the feeling happily. But only for a few seconds. Then his wish for revenge grew too strong and he speedily made his way back up to the surface. He managed to find a stand on the sandy underground, the water up to his chest where it had been up to Shiro’s waist.

Shiro. With narrowed eyes and wet hair clinging to his forehead he saw Shiro quickly making his way deeper into the water, looking over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

„OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!! JUST YOU WAIT TIL I GET YOU BACK!“

Shiro almost slipped from laughter at Keith’s bubbly attempts oto swim after him, completely out of breath, but fueled with the desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

In the meantime Pidge was busy climbing on top of Hunk’s shoulders in her soaked shirt, where she held on to Hunk’s hair with one hand, pointing at Shiro with the other and letting out a war cry that would have scared away Galrans. „FUGITIVE ON THE RUN! GO GET HIM! AID OUR TORTURED FRIEND!!!“

Keith almost sunk under the surface from his surprised laughter. He hadn’t expected the others to come to help him. They liked to watch Shiro tickle him into madness during sparring matches rather comfortably. But this. Maybe this was also part of the beach rules. Everyone against the strongest one. It seemed like a good rule to Keith.

Shiro on the other hand was barely able to bring much more distance between himself and the others as panicked laughter started to slow him down. Lance was gaining on him, as Hunk grabbed Pidge from his shoulders and used all his strength to throw her in Shiro’s direction, getting her closer to him as well.

Shiro thought it clever apparently to change tactics and stopped swimming in the one direction to make his way in the other one now.

Keith had to chuckle as he heard Shiro’s breathless gasps for air get closer. Alright, if this was a fun time at the beach he was sold. Now they only had to catch him.

„YOU GUYS, THIS ISN’T FAIR!!“ Shiro shouted, smiling widely as Pidge and Lance were getting awfully close.

„BEACH RULES!!“ Keith yelled as he too was getting closer to Shiro who was trying to make his way to the shore to be able to run away. He’d be way too fast for the other paladins if he managed to reach it. They couldn’t let him get away.

„Oh no, you will NOT!!“ Lance exclaimed passionately as Shiro was stumbling to his feet in the ankle high water. The plue paladin took a large dive and actually managed to pull Shiro down with a splash. The two of them rolled over in the warm part of the water, Shiro breathless from laughter already while Lance was yelling almost as loud as Pidge had before.

„You did it, Lance!“ Keith cheered as he too got to his feet in the low water, throwing himself on top of the other two. Shiro groaned with laughter at the additional weight and tried to push the two of them off of him.

„Now, just wait a second, just wait…“ Another weight took away Shiro’s breath as Hunk dropped down on top of Keith, slowly but successfully building a sandwich.

„We have him! Do we have him?“ Hunk spluttered and looked at his two friends underneath himself. Keith held up a thumb, despite the lack of air.

„We’ve got him! You guys are the best!!“

Pidge arrived with a wide smile on her face and was a bit reluctant to putting herself on top of the three boys as well. She didn’t have to anyway. Instead she dropped down next to Shiro’s face and grinned at him evilly.

„Ha, you didn’t see that coming, did you?“

Shiro glared at her, still out of breath, but he just couldn’t keep it up and a soft, playful expression was back on his face again in no time. „I guess Voltron’s bond must be really strong already. Just don’t lose your head in the process…“

All four of them groaned inexplicably loud at this bad pun and Pidge felt no sympathy for him in the slightest as she told the other three to give him hell just for that. Even though he was pretty doomed in his current position. He couldn’t move out from underneath the three boys and all of them put their hands to good use some place on his tall upper body. Hunk was pinching his sides, as Keith worked his hands under his arms and Lance immediately used his position for good access to Shiro’s ribs.

Pidge was blessed with the picture of Shiro throwing his head back in ticklish agony, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened in the brightest smile, as beautiful laughter was shooting out of him.

He couldn’t fight off six hands with just two and Keith enjoyed strongly making him laugh this hard, especially with the aid of his friends. He could tell that Shiro was very fine with them having their fun like this and it warmed Keith’s heart that Shiro was so selfless and soft in every situation. He looked at Shiro throwing his head from side to side, shaking with incessant giggles and trying to arch his back against the overwhelming sensations and he just knew that Shiro would never stop doing whatever it took to make him happy and have fun despite the times they were living in.

He knew that there was no „Voltron losing their head“. Shiro’s love was the starting point of all bonding among the paladins. He was the heart of the group.

Keith certainly knew that. And the others would at the very latest agree now that Shiro’s determination had managed to connect all paladins in having fun together.

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Murphy day Pt. 4

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Epilogue

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader

Words: 3480 words.

Warnings: Medical stuff without much detail.

A/N: YAY last chapter of this series! This was a lot of fun! Hope you guys stay tuned for more Bad Batch fics! Don’t forget to leave comments, always much appreciated!

Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors. Thank you.

At first, you felt numb. It felt like your mind was wandering around, completely separated from your body. Where you should be feeling your hands and feet, there was only nothingness, a way too cold nothingness.

Then the soreness poked at the corner of your brain, slowly assaulting your nerves, crawling up your body until all you could feel was a mass of terribly aching limbs. A constant discomfort deep within your throat prompted you to cough it out to relieve yourself of the nagging feeling, the weak attempts miserably failing to alleviate the sensation of something invading your throat.

As you tried to raise a hand to rub at your neck, you realized that something was keeping it down. Something warm. And tight.

Like Tech's hand when he was pulling you away from the predator on your tail. Or when he was dangling in the air on the verge of death, the only thing keeping him from disappearing into the abyss being your fingers clutching his hand.

Fear flooded your system, fighting the exhaustion paralyzing your limbs. Your hand closed around the warm soft object in your grip, your hold tightening despite the pain radiating from your fingers. You couldn't let go. He would die. Your friend would die.

You didn't hear the yelp over the frenetic heartbeat booming in your ears, your closed eyes projecting you directly to that day when the dark sky offered the perfect camouflage to the draconic reptile. He was concealed in the dark, waiting for you to drop your guard. No. He was waiting for you to drop Tech so he could feast on his flesh.

Your eyes flew open in terror as the hand in yours slipped slightly, your fist crushing it with all your might to keep it secure.

The unexpected brightness brings tears to your eyes, the first droplets falling down your cheeks before a familiar figure invaded your personal space, his other hand flying to your shoulder in a comforting grip.

His lips were moving, trying to tell you something that you couldn't hear over the hammering of your heart or your quick breathing or the hectic beeping sound on your left.

Lifting your head a little, pain exploded behind your eyes, forcing your head back down immediately. Your eyes moved to your hand, still imprisoning another's in its vice grip. The sight made you relax slightly. You'd not dropped him.

Before your attention could return to the person hovering above you, his hand on your shoulder retreated as someone else took his place from your other side, a total stranger that looked oddly familiar in some way. He moved quickly around you, talking to you while putting something terribly cold onto your chest multiple times before removing something taped to your face and removing the thing down your throat.

You coughed as you felt the thing move out, more tears leaking down your face at the effort.

"You're okay Y/N." You finally heard, your mind concentrating on what was around instead of yourself. "You're okay." He repeated in case you still didn't hear him, his other hand returning to your shoulder.

His dark locks seemed even wilder than they were in the jungle, although they weren't slick with sweat and rain anymore. His armor was off, leaving him in a black skin fitted suit that allowed you to appreciate just perfectly fit he was beneath all that composite. His tattoo was still intriguing, but his eyes reminded you too much of someone else to let yourself wander about how soft the ink would feel beneath your fingertips.

"T-" You coughed at the roughness of your throat, increasing the pulsing feeling into your skull.

"Don't talk yet." Hunter chided, getting closer as the other man moved around, checking machines and bags disposed all around you. Where was water when you needed it?

"Tech's fine. All he got was a bruised hand." His gaze moved to your joined hands on the bed. "No wonder. You've got a hell of a grip."

Your eyes widen in realization that you were still clutching him in a terribly tight grasp, pain erupting from your white fingers as soon as you relaxed the tension.

He shook his hand once before massaging his digits to resume the blood flow. He turned to you, all traces of pain washed off his face, relief, and exhaustion taking its place.

"You scared us all to death, you know that?"

You frowned, unsure as to why.

"Tech said that the fall should have been fatal." It clicked in your head, your fall replaying back in your head, the air hitting you full force, your stomach on the verge of your lips, the screams resonating in your ears.

"Somehow, you survived the fall and we took you to the closest GAR medical outpost."

You frowned, looking around to the room but were interrupted by a light flashing directly into your eyes. You blinked, surprised but tried to maintain them open for the apparent exam.

"Follow the light." The doctor softly instructed, obliging as he moved the light from right to left. He nodded in approval. "Does it hurt somewhere?"

You nodded slowly, a finger pointing at your head the best you could with your stiff joints.

"Your head?" You nodded in confirmation.

"Your pilot will be monitored closely for a while. As of now, her vitals are good and I'll give her something for the pain." He addressed Hunter, the latter nodding in understanding. Your head tilted to the side, your eyebrows dipped in a frown. Pilot? "Keep her rested, no moving around like the other one." He finished on a disapproving tone and pointed look, pressed some buttons on a machine right beside you, and left the room when Hunter promised to keep you in bed.

"We had to pass you as our pilot so you could be treated here, so play the game." He whispered when the doctor exited the room and turned to meet your confused face.

Your eyes widened, quickly shaking your head because you don't know shit about ships! What if someone asked you about stuff GAR related? Hissing, you abruptly stopped, your head spinning and hurting.

"Stop that. You may have survived but you had a severe concussion, some internal injuries, broke an arm, a few ribs, and have lots and lots of bruises." His eyes roamed your face, analyzing the different colors painting your skin, although you couldn't care less because your eyes caught the cast enveloping your right arm.

You were fucked. You'd never be able to go home and act like you didn't go out on Murphy day. You'll get punished, your life will become more miserable, people will avoid you even more than they already did. Maybe they'll quick you out of the village!

Your face must have shown your panic or maybe it was the fact that the beeping sound accelerated along with your heartbeat, but Hunter got closer, his hand reaching for your shoulder once more.

"What's wrong?"

"T-" You coughed before clearing your throat. Your mouth felt like it was full of sand, but you had to get it out. "They'll know-" You winced. "-I was out."

"Well. I'm sure they know by now." He looked sheepish, scratching the back of his head like that, almost uncomfortable to tell you some precious information. "You've been out for a bit less than a month."

"A month?!" You choked, eyes widening in shock. This couldn't be possible. He must have hit his head too.

"You're awake!" The door to your room opened swiftly, letting inside the rest of the batch, all without armor. Tech hurried to your side first, taking your bruised hand in his and staring at you like he couldn't believe it.

"I am." You answered in a daze, still distracted by the fact that you missed a month.

"You should be dead." He whispered in awe.

"Jeez, thanks for the vote of confidence." You coughed as Hunter called his brother, horrified.

"No, I mean… I'm happy that you're alive! All I'm saying is that you had a 50% chance to die from a 48 feet high fall. But headfirst?! Your chances were close to none!"

You gulped. "Cool?"

"He should be thanking you instead of telling you all that." Hunter pointed out, a hard look on his face directly focussed on his little brother.

"Thanks," Said brother whispered, his free hand scratching his neck in shame. "for saving my life. Twice."

"No thanks needed. You'd have done the same." You moved your hand so you could give him a comforting squeeze.

"Sarge told you you'd survive the day Y/N!" Wrecker approached from Hunter's side, happiness lacing his voice.

"And I told you guys would give me your bad lu-" Your smile disappeared as soon as you took in the bandages covering his naked chest. Some patches of exposed skin were tainted from a sick yellow to some dark green, worrying you to no end.

"What happened to you?" You croaked, coughing when your voice raised in pitch.

"There." You heard Crosshair’s low voice before a cup appeared in front of you.

"I don't think she shoul-"

"I want it!" You hurried out of breath, cutting Tech before anyone could think about following his instructions.

Taking the cup from Crosshair's hand, Hunter approached it to your hand not attached to a cast.

"Good to do it yourself?"

"I'll try." You shrugged, fighting past the exhaustion in your bone to lift your hand to the white carton cup, only for it to burn up all your energy. "Shit."

The good point was that whatever the doctor gave you was working perfectly, the throbbing in your head was gone and the pulsing in your hand as well.

"Here." The cup reached your lips and very slowly, Hunter tilted it to appease your thirst without drowning you in the process. You would have been mortified at the idea of being helped like this, but in this very precise situation, all you could think of was drink.

Lie. This is not sweet! Bacterias! You almost spit it out by reflex but remembered at the last second that they surely wouldn't give you undrinkable water. It was difficult, but you forced yourself to swallow.

Once satisfied, you lifted your head to signal to Hunter to back off. You hummed your thanks, smiling gratefully and totally ignoring the smirk Crosshair send his tattooed brother, focussing your attention on Wrecker instead.

"What happened?" You repeated yourself.

"The giant snake hit me with its tail." He shrugged like it was nothing. "I'm fine, don't worry. I've survived worse!"

You stared him up and down, wondering how in the universe he could have survived that. Its tail was rock hard to allow it to move underground. There was no way-

"What could be worse than a Basilisk wanting you for dinner?!"

"That'll be a story for another time." A woman said from the door. "Now that you are awake we need to run some more exams." She smiled warmly at you, and you immediately knew that you liked her. "You can all come back later."

"Aw already?" You chuckled slightly at Wrecker's disappointment.

"Unfortunately. But I promise to take good care of her for you all." She replied, entering the room to get to the machines at your side.

"We'll be back." Hunter promised before bending to your ear, whispering cheekily, "You're a hell of a catch. Never think otherwise." Leaving you agape to follow the others out without a glance back. He didn't need to, the heart monitor told him all he needed to know. You were mortified. He had heard you by the river.

Crosshair saluted you in the doorway, Tech patted your hand, Wrecker waved and Hunter smirked before closing the door.

"I've never seen them so worried about someone else other than the four of them. It's nice to see them opening to someone else." She smiled, noting information on her datapad.

If only you knew… I know them for only 2 hours top.

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You gulped down the last bit of your small breakfast, the tasteless bread leaving a soggy feeling in your mouth.

You'd slept like a baby after Mylana finished to examine your cast, reflexes, and more. Your strength returned during the night, allowing you to lift your cast-free left arm to feed yourself.

Patch, the clone doctor assigned to your case passed to assess your improvement and informed you that he'd remove the nasogastric tube so you could eat by yourself. Removing the thing was nasty, definitely something you didn't want to live again but it was worth it. Or so you thought. Because the food here was depressing compared to Fors’ vast variety of fresh fruits, meat, and vegetables.

It was only when Patch presented himself that you realized how different the Bad Batch was from the rest of the clones. He was the very first 'normal' clone you encountered. It pushed you to think about how the batchers must have had it hard, to live in a world where everything must be identical and you're not. They had no chance to conceal it, to be themselves like all the others because they were physically different. They had no chance to try and save themselves. It was infuriating and unfair.

"How's breakfast?" Tech asked from the door, moving uncomfortably from a foot to the other.

"Not what I'm used to but it’s edible." You shrugged, waving him in. "Don't be a stranger, I'm your pilot after all."

Tech chuckled at that, closed the door to sit at the foot of the bed. For a while he sat there, watching his fingers, sometimes pressing them together but never facing you.

"You don't have to apologize for anything Tech. I don't know what's bugging you, but it's fine. I'm alive." You told him honestly, surprising him.

"I-What I said yesterday was inappropriate and I'm very sorry. It's just- I watched the recording times and times again and- Why did you let go of my hand?" He finally met your eyes offering you disbelief, confusion, sadness, and betrayal on a golden plate.

"I told you there was nothing to apologize for. I let go of your hand because I didn't want to drag you down with me." You lifted your hand when he opened his mouth to interrupt you, effectively shutting him up. "I'd do it again. Don't beat yourself over it, because it's not your fault Tech." You ended firmly, no trace of your previous amusement on your face.

He analyzed your face for a second before averting his eyes.

"How's your hand?" You asked, eager to fill the silence.

"Still bruised." The corner of his lips lifted slightly as he showed you his colorful hand. "I couldn't close it at first, but it passed." He chuckled. "Oh, and I had to wash my armor at least 3 times to get rid of the phosphorescence."

You laughed full-on before pain shot through your chest at the movement.

"Don't make me laugh!"

"Slept well then." Hunter entered followed by Crosshair and Wrecker with a black shirt on this time.

"Best night of sleep I had in a while Sarge." You beamed. It was true, the life in the village was hard enough. Not because of your work, but because the incessant persecution was heavy to bear.

"Good to hear. We came back after the exam but you were asleep." He positioned himself at the foot of the bed, letting Wrecker all the place to sit in the chair at your side.

"Thanks for letting me sleep then!"

"Even if we wanted to wake you, Patch would've had our asses before we even opened the door!" Wrecker laughed, stopping his poking of the fluid bag hanging near his shoulder to smile at you.

"He just wants me to be discharged sooner than later." You batted his hand away as he resumed his movement.

"Speaking of discharge, we'll take you back to Fors as soon as you're cleared." The playful smile fell of your face in a heartbeat.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks."

"What's the matter?" Crosshair approached at Hunter's question, clearly wanting to know the answer.

"Nothing. Can't wait to go back." You faked a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, not fooling a single clone in the room.

"What is it?" The sniper inquired, surprising you that he'd care about your feelings and well, you.

"It's just… I'm done. People know that I went out on Murphy day and they certainly think me dead right now." You explained.

"Well, they'll be happy to see that you're not." Tech tilted his head, not understanding where the problem was.

"No one misses the village's freak. Ever. They won't throw a celebration because I'm alive, they'll kick me out for breaking the law, and because I'll attract them bad luck."

Silence fell over the room and suddenly you felt an urge to pull on the needles in your arms and hand and run out the door to avoid the conversation and all the shame accompanying it.

"You're not a freak." You scoffed at Wrecker, all the insults thrown at you during your life echoing in your head like a curse.

"Wanting more than just living the life that was imposed on me at birth doesn't fit under the norms on Fors. A female having weapons is not acceptable, even less a female hunting. Working a physical job instead of stayin' at home is not exemplary. Plus, I'm still single! I told off the guy who asked for my hand after my dad died and went as far as menacing him with a knife. After that, I was pretty much a goner." You recalled painfully, hands clenching around the sheets, eyes closing in shame.

"I'm always being stared at like a freak show, pushed around by my supposed peers, thrown in the mud when possible, or let behind in a storm. Oh let's not forget that I went out on Murphy day. Now, that's the dumbest shit I've ever done but damn did it felt good to break their stupid law! I'm sure I'll be exiled at best or executed at worse."

You finally took a deep breath in, canalizing your frustration to not take it out on the medical equipment helping you get better. The silence was heavier than before and you thought that maybe the drip Patch showed you for the episodes of pain could help you relieve some of the pressure crushing you.

"Your planet is hell." Was all Crosshair had to say for you to smile again.

"It is." You confirmed, eyes still closed.

"We need a pilot." That got you to open your eyes, confused at Hunter.

"So? I'm not a pilot. My planet doesn't even have datapads."

"We'll train you." Tech and Wrecker were as surprised as you were, although your big friend was the most enthusiast out of the group.

"Really Sarge?" He asked, hopeful.

"Wo there, calm down. We've known each other for 2 hours!" You reasoned in disbelief. He couldn't possibly offer you a job, an escape route out of your misery, after walking alongside you for 2 hours more or less. "You don't know me!"

"On the contrary, I've learned plenty in 2 hours." He countered, his serious eyes telling you that he passed his time analyzing your actions, your motives, who you were.

It was really tempting, but you couldn't help to feel that this was rushed. It was, right?

"Freaks help each other." Crosshair added putting a stop to your doubt. They were the same as you.

"I told you already Cross." You smirked at him. "You're not defects. Simply the improved versions of your species." You nudged his arm pressed at the foot of the bed that he was leaning on next to Hunter with your sheet covered toes.

"You seen Patch?" He lifted an eyebrow at you, not believing that after seeing the real deal you still talked highly of them.

"I did. Really handsome." You paused, to bit your bottom lip. "But that just means that you guys are even more handsome." He scoffed and you laughed, happy to get a smirk out of him.

"So, wanna become a pilot?" Hunter reiterated, waiting. He seemed so patient, unbothered, but you could see it beneath the surface. He was anxious to know the answer.

"On one condition." Held your chin high, ignoring how Wrecker's face split into a wide grin and how Tech straightened at your side.

"Name it."

"I wanna touch that tattoo of yours." You smirked.

Wrecker exploded in laughter, Tech blinked in incredulity until it dawned on him and his cheeks became pink from the blood rush and Crosshair simply rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the bed.

"Deal." He smirked in turn, not once moving his eyes from your lips.

Finally.

#bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #bad batch #star wars #clone wars #clone force 99 #this is the end!!!!#murphy day

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blueberrysets · 3 years

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THE REASSURANCE

pairing: timeskip!kageyama x f!reader

genre: angst, with maybe like a tiny amount of fluff

warnings: heavy angst, mentions of death, alcohol use, swearing, mentions of heart problems, grief

word count: 1,258

summary: after the passing of the love of his life, kageyama couldn’t stand to live in their shared apartment anymore. he decided for the betterment of his mental health and for a fresh start, he will move. yet on the last night in their apartment, his drunken self can’t stay away from one particular box.

an: omg hi, this is my first scenario that i’m posting YAY!! I was in the mood to write some angst and got a random spur of inspiration. of course it’s for my baby tobio because he inspires me the most lol. but I’m totally open to writing for other characters, don’t be afraid to request something as well!! much love.

there it was again, the numbness. it settles in his chest nicely, like an inhale of a breath. yet it doesn’t leave when he exhales. instead, it swells up in his chest and makes him gasp for more oxygen. slowly suffocating him with each breath he takes. yet, he just sits there and takes it. it felt better to be numb than to feel the sharp pain of anguish. he’s grown used to the numbness, just like this apartment. which is why he needed out.

this apartment is a shell of what he used to be. it traps memories in here and plays on a loop for him. taunting him of what his life used to be; happy. god, he was so happy. every nook and cranny of this tiny, studio apartment has become his living hell. which is why he took the first opportunity to leave, buying a new place, not renewing his lease, and packing up all of his shit. yet on his final night in this hell hole, he slightly regrets his choices.

he sits in front of the dull cardboard box as he leans against his bed frame. the hardwood floor is cold, nipping at the exposed skin of his bare legs. a half-empty beer sits next to him as his ocean eyes stare daggers into the box that sits in-between his legs.

you warned yourself tobio, he scolds himself in his head, it’s literally labeled “bad memories” what are you doing?

yet he ignores his better logic, opting to harshly grabbing his fifth drink of the night and taking a big swig. using the back of his hand to lazily wipe the dripping liquid from his lips. the bottle is slammed back down onto the floor as he pushes his torso from resting on his bed to sitting up. his drunken state making his head feel twenty pounds heavier as his trembling arms grip onto the box. his heavy body follows, laying on top of the box as his arms circle around it. it looks like a hug, but in reality the room was spinning and he needed a moment.

his right cheek is squished upwards making his right eye close. his left eye slowly blinks until the room is stable enough for him to sit up again. he finally pushes himself up and begins ripping into the freshly packaged box. his drunk self cursing his sober self for using the good packaging tape as he struggles to rip it open. after a moment of struggle, it opens and reveals the contents he told himself he wouldn’t look at again.

inside is a quilt folded up with a dress on top of it, folded nicely as well. a picture frame is stuffed tightly between the blanket and the box, hiding the picture that resides inside. he knows what the picture is, which is why he hid it. he couldn’t bare to stare at it anymore. but the item that he was particularly looking for, rests right on top of the dress. a delicate piece of paper, folded up vertically in a tri-fold. he reaches in and gently grabs the piece of paper, his actions much softer compared to seconds before.

his hands slowly open the paper until his eyes come into contact with the familiar, neat handwriting he grew to love.

⠀

⠀一 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙤

i’m not sure what god, goddess, higher power, or universe I should thank for bringing you to me. when you entered my life, i was at my lowest of lows. my mind was buzzing with self doubt and insecurities, yet a simple comment said by you about my dress settled my mind immediately. i once scrolled all the way back to when we first started texting, and i knew my heart was already set for you right from the beginning.

you’ve dealt with so many things when it came to me. my stubbornness, my obsession over succulents, my need to watch the first snowfall... do you remember the first one we watched together? the window was so big, plenty of room for us to spread out and watch. yet there i was, right next to you. our cheeks smooshed together as I excitedly watch the snow stick. i thought you would push me away the second i did that, instead you pulled me closer and snuggled your face right into mine. how i wish we had another snowfall together.

it’s sad to think, that we both knew that we wouldn’t have much time together. it sat on a back burner in our minds, slowly but surely creeping up to a boil. then before we knew it, it’s now overflowing into our thoughts. i’d like to think that my frail heart was filled with so much love for you, that it couldn’t handle it. that’s why, i didn’t have much time left.

so this is my love letter to you;

for when you need reassurance, for when you need a pick me up, for when you need a reminder, for when you just want to read it again. i am in fact; utterly, completely, and fully in love with you. the stars in the sky and this planet orbiting the sun no longer keep me grounded; it is you. you are the air i breathe, the one i search for when i’m down, the one i will continue to search for no matter the circumstance. i am in love with you, my dear tobio.

I am not the best with words, i know i needed to work on that. but if i could count every grain of sand to tell you how much i love you, i would.

and when my heart stops beating, i hope you know that you were the main reason it was beating in the first place. it was weak, but you kept it so strong.

you are so strong, and i am so sorry. but please, be forever in my heart tobio.

to the stars that will listen,

y/n.

the once empty, quiet apartment that was only filled with moving boxes and memories is now filled with the sobs of kageyama tobio. his cries are filled with pleas of a miracle and the deep inhales of breath as his body shakes with sorrow. his face twisting in anguish as his tears create stains on the crinkled paper. he crushes the paper into his chest, wishing that it was his lover instead. he caves in on himself. his legs bending at the knees as he hugs them into his chest. his head resting on his knees as his hands push the paper more into his body. he rocks himself gently as he can’t stop the shaking of his body or the unevenness of his breaths.

if she were here, he would’ve been calmed by now.

but he’s like a storm that’s been brewing. he held it in for so long. eventually, the coldness of sorrow and the hotness of frustration would mix together to create a thunderstorm with his tears and sobs. it feels as if hours have passed by before his drunken, tired body gives up. he catches his breath as he slowly sinks towards the right side of his body, laying down with a thud. his legs straighten out, but the paper remains close to him. his sobs replaced with sniffles as his eyes droop with fatigue.

but she was right, he needed that letter for reassurance.

the reassurance that he wasn’t sure how he was going to make it without her.

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sweetescapeartist · 3 years

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MY DBS MANGA CHAPTER 70 REVIEW

We learn in the last chapter that the Cerealian Dragon's name is Toronbo when Granolah speaks Namekian. Toronbo grants Granolah's wish but can't make Granolah stronger than the gods.

Here's the confusion I have... Goku is a mortal beyond GoDs so making Granolah the strongest mortal is making him stronger than gods. If you wanna say Beerus has been training and is now stronger than Goku, there's still a problem. It was said that Goku and Vegeta were stronger than some GoDs right before the ToP (but that might be anime only, so maybe it doesn't apply here). So Granolah is stronger than GoDs no matter what. If the gods that Toronbo is speaking of are the Angels, then that means Granolah is Ultra Instinct level of power since Goku is the lowest in Angel tier. But whatever. Bottom line is Granolah is temporarily stronger than Goku who may or may not be stronger than Beerus.

Granolah gets his wish granted and the cost is shortening his life... cool. Not much to say except let's see how its executed.

(I recently read that in DBXV2, during the Infinite History Saga, Videl is enchanted with Towa's Dark Magic spell by Dabura shaving off her life but granting her greater power. So granting power at the cost of lifespan has been done in DB before. Not in canon but in the games.)

Also, Granolah's life being shortened to 3 yrs got me thinking... Currently it's almost AGE 781 in the DBS manga timeline. Goku leaves to train Uub in AGE 784. We got 3 yrs left. The original manga shows Bulma said she hadn't seen Goku in 5 yrs. How I see DBS is that it is an alternate timeline that just happens to have a similar outcome to the EoZ.

So... why is Vegeta learing from Beerus again if Beerus isn't that strong now? Is Vegeta being like Krillin and continuing his learning from a master weaker than him, but gaining wisdom & knowledge? I-is Vegeta becoming Krillin 2.0?! (More like dollar-store Krillin)

I do think beerus got stronger tho. He seems very confident that Vegeta can get stronger from learning from him. Beerus probably saw Goku get UI then decide to train aftet the ToP

Anyways, Beerus is teaching us about hakai/destruction energy. Its erasing something from existence, not just destroying it (we already knew that). But, Vegeta quickly figures out how to do it anyways. By destroying a tiny pebble...

A tangent again but I personally think Piccolo is capable of easily learning Hakai energy. Think about it. Piccolo can create clothing out of nothing, why could he not do the reverse?

Goku is uninterested in what Beerus & Vegeta are doing. I dont know about you, but it sounds like Goku thinks that he's above Beerus in strength. Beerus & Vegeta aren't considered a challenge to him in any way. Goku sees UI as more important & better than anything Beerus has to teach, and Goku is right. Plus Goku learned Hakai on his own while Vegeta needs Beerus to teach him. It's a waste of Goku's time to learn it again.

(God Comics is funny. I imagine Toribot writes them)

Goku says "Let's see which one of us can be the strongest in the universe!" Really, Goku...? At present time, Goku is the strongest mortal in the universe already. He should know that. Then Vegeta for some reason thinks he will become the strongest in the universe. The last time manga Vegeta was the strongest mortal in the universe was... never. He's always behind Goku or whatever new opponent arises. This scene is meant to be comedic that they're arguing over who will be the greatest but it's not funny to me. And yet Vegeta fans still hold on for hope.

But why is Goku concerned about being the strongest between him & Vegeta? Goku is far above Vegeta. They're not rivals at this point. Also, Goku was the strongest in the universe until just a few moments ago. Goku should be saying "I knew bein' the strongest wouldn't last for too long. Roshi did tell me there will always be somebody stronger out there. Hehe! This is gettin' me excited! I can't wait to meet 'em!" (This would alsp parallel Monaito giving Granolah the same advice Goku already knows.)

Also, I guess Broly isn't that strong after all. Bye Broly, you served your purpose. And to think that Goku had said that he thinks Broly is stronger than Beerus...

Oh yeah. So Vegeta destroys a pebble. Impressive? Goku kinda gives a compliment or he is practically saying "Good job Vegeta! You're doing great following in my footsteps!" Seriously, this would be so much better and cooler if this seperate paths of training began right after the Universe 6 vs Universe 7 tournament. That would be the perfect spot to have them train under Beerus & Whis. [Vegeta using Hakai against Merged Zamasu, Goku able to fight Merged Zamasu temporarily because he is getting better at letting his body move on its own, Toppo & Vegeta using Hakai against each other as Goku & Jiren use power above GoDs. That would work so much better.]

Then Vegeta says he's gonna destroy bigger things soon... is that supposed to be more impressive? Its not. But this it to build up Vegeta even though there is nothing amazing about anything he is doing at the moment. Maybe later tho.

So Cerealians can't grow beards. Also I guess Granolah's race don't age? His hair grew when his lifespan was shortened but he has no wrinkles. It seems that they age more gracefully than Saiyans. If he has some wrinkles he would have looked cooler imo. Or those lines under the eyes at the very least. If the wish shortened his life & made his hair grow, it should have also showed that he aged. (Here's an edit I made of "Grampa Granolah." You're welcome)

And remember Vegeta destroying a pebble? Granolah can suddenly destroy big rocks! Cool right?! No? Its not cool? Showing Granolah destroy a much larger object right afterwards kinda belittles Vegeta's accomplishment.

Oatmil is surprised by a boulder exploding. This means one of 2 things. Oatmil is stupid & never saw an Granolah explode a boulder. Or it's implying that the boulder exploding is some technique Oatmil doesn't know of. Idk how he can tell its any different from just blowing up a rock with ki. I think it's supposed to be destruction energy. If it is then, ok. If getting his wish was so easy, then why can't he suddenly learn destruction as well?

Yay! Monaito! (This really should be a Namekian focused arc)

Granolah reminds me of Zamasu with his attitude a bit. Monaito tells him somebody stronger will definetly appear. Granolah has become like Vegeta and is over confident, so he is destined to get humbled. And think about this. Goku can probably train a bit and surpass Granolah within a week.

Granolah can now sense ki. Meaning he can have the destruction technique or UI, because why not?

Monaito blames himself for Granolah's actions. Its not your fault Monaito! You did nothing wrong! Dont be so hard on yourself.

Whis being a creep and peeping on people lol.

Granolah's hair growing was pointless because he cuts it off soon after. Nothing changed visually. This kinda reminds me of how Moro lost his arm. Goku gave him a senzu, Moro grew it back, & then Moro broke his arm when attacking Goku. Then Moro tore his arm off & reattached his old one. There was no need for Moro to grow his arm back then tear it off. Similarly, there is no need for Granolah to have grown long hair then cut it off.

Maki still brings a smile to my face. She & Gas stand out the most out of the Heeters. Maki's personality is kinda like Zangya combined with a teasing Bulma. Gas reminds me of a Krillin/Piccolo fusion with dreadlocks. I also ship Maki x Gas cause they're short and look cute together. (please don't be siblings so I can draw them together🤞)

Granolah fights Oil & Maki. I'm not impressed. They seem like they could be defeated by Chaoitzu (he's stronger than Raditz and probably Nappa now too). Granolah's movements could be seen as UI. If it is or isn't UI, it doesn't matter. Showing off that kind of power is like Goku using Ultra Instinct during a rematch with Nam or King Chappa. Its not effective storytelling. There had to be a better way of showing Granolah's new strength than making him fight opponents that give him zero challenge.

The art is good as usual and the panel flow is nice. Toyotaro is improving at creating the illusion of motion. The environment being used in the fight was smart and a good visual. Toyo still uses a ton of panels almost every page tho. But he's still a better artist than I am.

Granolah appears to have used Hakai again. Not the explosive variant but the sand variant (yes I think there are 2 ways of using Hakai).

The "Sand Variant" that Beerus & Goku (& maybe Granolah) have used.

The "Explosive Variant" Beerus & Vegeta (& maybe Granolah) have used.

Maki thinks the "Hakai" is magic so that's interesting. I would say I'd like for the next enemy to be a magic user but, we know how Moro turned out... 😓

Maki has "ki claws" & I like the idea but it would be better if she had used it against an enemy she can defeat. It doesn't make her look useful in this fight. Gas seems confident when he is about to fight Granolah, but Elec stops him. Gas would've gotten beaten but it make ya wonder what Gas can do.

Granolah appears to be a person that is easily manipulated and persuaded. He even gave information they weren't even asking for. He'll probably be easily convinced and manipulated by Freeza/the Hedters or quickly have a truce with Goku.

The Heeters plan to go to Planet Cereal to get the Dragon Balls. As I suspected, the Cerealian Dragon Balls were created so that it would be easy for wishes to be granted. Gathering 2 Dragon Balls on a nearby planet instead of gathering 7 on New Namek or Earth. Plus these new Dragon Balls ensures no interaction between Earthlings & Granolah/the Heeters. A perfect way to write Gohan & company out of the story... *sigh* 😔😒

We learn Cerealians live for 2 centuries. How's that compare to other races in Universe 7? Freeza & King Cold apparently can live more than 200 yrs, But that may be because they are mutants. Namekians can live for like 500 yrs & its possible for them to reincarnate themselves too. So in a way, Namekians can live forever. Saiyans stay youthful & live to be in their 80's, but rapidly age when they reach their 60's or 70's. Average Earthlings appear live to be in their 80's or 90's but some are over 100 yrs old (Dr. Briefs, Panchy, & Ox King are in their 90's in GT) and others can increase their lifespan through elixers or the Paradise Herb. Just some thoughts of mine.

Maki says "If he ices Freeza..." Ha, an ice pun. Elec wants to defeat Freeza so he can control his army. Its revealed they wanna kill Granolah & that they worked with Freeza to destroy his planet & race. Well... that more than likely means they're gonna die by Granolah's hand or Freeza's. This info is also an attempt to make the reader more sympathetic for Granolah. Granolah is too bland (pun intended) so I don't feel any more sympathy than I already had for him. Elec plans to make Goku & Vegeta fight Granolah since Granolah hates Saiyans. Smart but we all kinda expected it. Not bad writing tho.

The final panel talks about fate bringing the 3 (Goku, Vegeta, & Granolah) together. Sounds like a repeat of the Broly movie.

We've had 4 chapters in this arc & not 1 panel of Freeza... If Freeza doesnt appear & do something in the next chapter then I will be disappointed in the writing. Showing Freeza here and there would give tension and build up until we get the encounter with him. We also have no idea who Oatmil is. Is he an A.I. or a person? Not that big of a deal yet, but I would like to find out soon. Either show Freeza or tell us more about Oatmil next chapter pleaae

This chapter was like oatmeal (the food not the character) without butter, brown sugar, milk, & honey or raisins. Not bad, but not very good either.

So here's my thoughts on the things that could or could not happen in this arc.

Goku vs Granolah. I don't care for the fight because the power is at a point that it doesnt make sense for enemies to get to without cheating somehow. The fight will look cool but I have no interest in it.

Vegeta vs Granolah will have Vegeta being stomped as always and Vegeta fans will make excuses & complain how it's not fair. A lot of Vegeta fans often make fun of Yamcha & Krillin for getting beat up even though those 2 bravely fight opponents leagues stronger than they are. Vegeta has gotten stomped by opponents more times than Krillin & Yamcha combined but the fans gotta deflect somehow. I don't care to hear or see the complaining again.

The interaction and dialogue between Granolah & Vegeta is going to be more interesting than their fight. But I worry because Toyo isn't the best at writing dialogue.

I have no reason to care about power growth, certain interactions, or Goku & Vegeta's training.

What I am curious about/want to see?

Monaito's well being. I want him to reunite with other Namekians. But I think he's been set up to die.

Lore about the dragon gods & Namekian lore we probably wont get.

I want Piccolo, Krillin, Gohan, & others will be involved. Piccolo because of the Namekian & wosh granting dragon lore. Gohan because his interaction with Granolah eould be interesting since Gohan is half Saiyan & views himself as an Earthling. Krillin & other Earthlings because they can bring tensions where characters like Goku & Vegeta can't. Those 2 are too strong for there to be any real tension. However Earthlings aren't all powerful so them using wits to survive is more exciting. But I doubt any of their involvement.

How long a Cerealian year is? Is it shorter than a Namekian year? How much time will pass for the Cerealian Dragon Balls to be active? How much stronger than Granolah will Goku get? Hopefully the answers aren't lazy...

Will Beerus finally fight somebody? There are 6 mortals that are near or above his power (Goku, Granolah, Vegeta, Broly, Freeza, Gohan).

Who's the villian of the next arc & what explanation is going to be given for them having power on the level of Angels? Angel tier fights don't sound interesting to me anymore. After those kinds of battles, Goku will have no challengers left.

Will Goku disappear to train or something so the story can TRY to match up with the EoZ?

Will Goten, Trunks, & Marron hit their growth spurts within 3 yrs?

Will we get spin-off manga about other characters? PLEASE!? 🙏

Also DBS moved too quickly when it comes to power. Now we're at the point that Goku & Vegeta need to stop being involved in fights for there to be any actual threat or tension. The Buu saga took place in AGE 774. After training for 4 years of peace, Goku thought SS3 & fusion was his limits as a Saiyan and he was right. Well, kinda... Goku was introduced to god ki near the end of AGE 778. Then in AGE 781, Goku masters Ultra Instinct... He mastered an Angel technique in 2 year or 2.5 yrs. That was waaaay too fast. As a result the storytelling & writing are suffering from this rushed progress. Now we're gonna have an Angel tier opponent? According to the pattern of DBS, Goku's gonna end up surpassing the Angels within 2 or 3 yrs after learning god ki. Thats not impressive for Goku, that's terrible writing. And no, Goku getting this strong so fast is not a benefit to Saiyans either. It just shows us that without god ki, Saiyans ain't all that powerful unless they're the legendary Saiyan like Broly. Saiyans didn't even have a concept of training until Goku was trained by Earthlings. Gohan, Freeza, 17, & I'm pretty sure Piccolo as well have all surpassed SS3 without the help of god ki. God ki makes Saiyans look like they have limits. With god ki, the writing is broken....

I got off topic again... Anyways that's the end of my review.

#dbs manga review #dbs manga #dragon ball #db #dragon ball super #dbs #edited out the 10 yrs of peace because the original manga never says that

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greendreamer · 3 years

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Torchwood S2 Ep 5 - Adam

If Torchwood had more season before the events of CoE I think we would have more one-off team members

Btw this episode takes place the weekend after the story Into the Shadows

WHY ANOTHER LOVE INTEREST?!

a wild Gray appeared

Feral Gwen!

unnecessary dramatic jump by Jack

Owen gives me virgin nerd vibes

Look at the stance of this child! He could deck Jack and Jack would let him

“Yeah. Tosh. Er, to you really think I look like a rodent?” Owen, you are, and will forever be The Torchwood Institute’s resident Rat Man

Oh, hi Franklin

Yeeee, backstory time!

It’s a shame a certain character had to go use this backstory for their personality

I get what people say the Boeshane clothes and how bad they are, for a hot planet. But we don’t know for sure that the people of Boeshane are 100% human

I love the music during the backstory

Jack sounds so heartbroken

I’m sorry, but Franklin’s body looks too placed like they couldn’t be bothered to put some effect into what Franklin might have been doing at the time of his death

I cringe during this whole confession scene

whyyyyy

Tosh has a right to be pissed at Owen

Loving the lighting in these scenes

Love how the episode’s tone just turns

Do you think this whole thing with Ianto being a murder could have come from something at Torchwood 1?

This whole bit with Ianto and Adam is shot great!

Oh, look Ms Thane survived... yay.... *R&J*

I love it when the Janto content is not just them kissing

I feel if Ianto had actually killed these girls, he would know their names, what time he killed them and where

Ah, the team yelling and fighting

I really wish there happened use of another name for Jack, like a name that he had long since buried

Some people say Jack is just being a dramatic bitch with the blue lighting

But it might be what is allowing him to be able to read the team’s mind

WHY 👏 ISN’T 👏 THERE 👏 MORE 👏 BOESHANE 👏 CONTENT 👏

Jack gets so hurt during this episode

poor puppy

“And for the record, measuring tapes never lie.” I wonder what Jack is referring to

For a moment I’m expecting Jack to lick/eat a bit of the sand. But I remember that is more of a Doctor thing

#torchwood #s2x05 #s2e05 #tw s2x05 #tw s2e05 #adam #torchwood adam #Jack Harkness #captain jack harkness #ianto jones #janto #toshiko sato #owen harper #adam smith #Gray Thane #franklin thane #green speaks

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davosmymaster · 4 years

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To the Ends of the Universe

A/N - Hello!!! How’s everyone doing? Just wanted to say thank you to the people who left a comment/liked the post about this one shot. I really hope this fic won’t dissapoint anyone.

Special thanks to @wonders-of-the-multiverse who has been there from the very first second. This fic initially started as both of us just daydreaming about the Master as usual and well, here we are XD. She was also my incredible beta reader.

As some of you know, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistake. This is also my first fic on tumblr YAY

I really hope you have a good time reading this!!!

WARNINGS - Blood, mentions of nightmares, it’s pure fluff basically with hints of angst

PAIRINGS - Dhawan!Master x Reader (The Master x Reader)

WORD COUNT - 6,062 words

TO THE ENDS OF THE UNIVERSE

The dimly lit hallways exploded in a bright white light as you rushed to the medbay, the loud thumping of your heart stuck in your ears as you forced your legs to keep the pace for just one more second.

As Opposed to The Doctor’s, The Master’s TARDIS had always looked quite dark and unwelcoming, almost as if it wasn’t pleased with having anyone wandering around inside her. This time, however, a white flickering light guided you through the maze-like corridors to your destination. It was a big change from the dirty tricks she used to play during the first few months of your stay.

The floor under your shoes quaked as the ship took off, the harsh trembling sending your body forwards and your shoulder crashing against one of the metal doors. You rubbed the tender spot for a second, the worry that had overwhelmed you at the sight of blood quickly being replaced by a wave of pure annoyance and agitation.

“You could help me a bit here” you whispered through gritted teeth towards the TARDIS, the pain in your shoulder slowly dissolving into numbness.

A low groan seemed to come from the walls and the energy inside it. The metal disappeared as the door slid open to reveal the grey colour of the medbay.

“O-oh” you gasped “sorry”

Once inside the room and without a thought, your body automatically went for the second drawer in one of the cupboards.

Traveling the stars wasn’t as safe as you would have liked, and both the Master and yourself had gotten hurt more times than either of you remembered. As years and years passed you had surprised yourself in the most appropriate situations, becoming aware of the fact that you could find almost anything in the medbay at this point; even if you couldn’t understand the advanced medical technology a time lord could have gathered all over time and space for god-knows-how-long.

“I’m back!” you announced when the control room appeared in front of your eyes again. The figure of the Master was leaning against the console, eyes too focused on his own empty fists to be considered normal. His hair was more disheveled than usual, the fringe coated with blood as it brushed across the top of his eyes. “Master”

He jumped in place at the sound of your voice, one of his hands instinctively going to his coat’s pocket as a reflex. The wound on the side of his head was still bleeding, although the oozing flow of blood seemed to have lessened considerably since you had last seen him. His skin was much paler than usual and the dark rings under his eyes were looking much worse than that morning. You couldn’t help but think that he looked miserable, even beyond the blood staining his face and clothes.

“Are you alright?” you whispered. You took a step forward cautiously and didn’t look away from his eyes, trying to find all the answers to your questions in those big brown orbs.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He quickly backed off, putting as much space between the two of you as he could. You watched him wander the room, walking in one direction before changing his mind the next second. You clenched your hands around the medical supplies, the weight of all the things you were carrying reminded you why you had left the room in the first place.

“Have a seat somewhere” you demanded, although it sounded angrier than you had intended, almost like a bark. “You’re still bleeding”

“YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Your heart hammered in your chest as a response. The silence fell between the two of you, the atmosphere suddenly running out of air. He looked like a madman right there in front of your incredulous eyes, bleeding and pointing at you like he pointed at his enemies after stating a threat. He had never glared at you with angry eyes before.

The Master had been acting odd for some time now. It all started with a change in his plans. One day, for no apparent reason, he took you on a trip to one of the most beautiful planets in the universe. The blue dunes of sand under an orange bright sun permanently eclipsed by one of its forty-three satellites. It seemed to be the perfect place to have some rest, at least it was until some of the natives recognized the Master and threatened to kill both of you.

Surely ‘the most beautiful’ didn’t imply ‘the safest’, as the few civilizations that lived there had been at war for more than a millennia. The only thing all those aliens had in common was, somehow, the desire for the Master’s dead body. When the TARDIS set off again, as far away from the planet as she could, you realized he had done the first good action in a long time: he had left behind two civilizations unified for a cause greater than themselves, to get rid of him once and for all.

Most of the time you couldn’t choose where to go, he always traveled whenever and wherever he needed in order to gather weapons or artifacts. Other times it was merely to have some fun, and on some rare occasions you would manipulate him to use his bloodthirstiness to do some justice.

Those trips weren’t as usual now, or maybe he just had stopped telling you the truth about his intentions. Burning planets, dangerous ships and poisonous waters became beautiful trips to sightseeing constellations and the most delicious dinners served next to the colorful Medusa Cascade. No matter how beautiful or safe the place seemed to be, there was always someone or something interrupting the dates you were trying to enjoy with the Master. Not that he would call them dates, anyway.

You used to read him like an open book. When he said “you’ll slow me down” in reality he meant “this is gonna turn nasty and I want you as far away from here as possible”. When he said he wanted to be alone, that was probably the last thing he wanted. And most of all you were almost a hundred percent sure that the strange words he whispered into your hair when he thought you were asleep meant “I love you” in Gallifreyan.

But you still hadn’t managed to persuade the TARDIS to get you a Gallifreyan dictionary with the words’ pronunciation. It was definitely a work in progress though, or it had been until you realized that the Master and yourself had been slowly growing apart for the last few months.

“(Y/N)” he said, his voice almost as low as a whisper “I- I shouldn’t have-”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have” you responded firmly. There were a lot of things you were willing to forgive him for, but yelling and mistreating you wasn’t one of them.

He groaned in pain then, drenching his fingertips in the blood clot in his temple. Your own heart shivered in your chest at the sight, concern quickly burning your insides as a white hot fire ran through your veins.

“Don’t touch it!”

You quickly walked the space keeping you apart and gave him a gentle smack to his wrist. He avoided your eyes, fixing them instead on the rolls of unopened gauze, alcohol, towels, and those strange alien band-aids that accelerated the healing process up to five times faster.

In a flurry of movement the Master moved, his hands quick to try and snatch them from you. But you had known him for a long time and knew exactly what he was like.

“I can do it myself, I’m not a child”

“I know you can-” you replied softly, your mind trying to convince itself that he was acting weirder than usual because you had underestimated the damage caused by the blow he had suffered to the head. “-but I’m not as sure about the rest of the sentence.”

He raised one eyebrow in response and you watched him try not to grimace in pain again.

“Here” he pulled away from you and walked to the front door of the TARDIS, opening it with ease. The old wood-like doors pulled back to reveal a black nothingness filled with thousands of distant flickering stars “I need some air.”

The Master took a seat at the border. His back rested against the doors, one of his legs dangling out into space, the other bent beneath him on the floor.

“You’ve definitely taken quite a hit.” you laughed, “There’s no air in outer space!”

He smirked with closed eyes, calmly breathing in and out through the nose. “Don’t tell a Time Lord what can and cannot be in outer space. Now get to work, if you’re not going to let me do it myself.”

You took a seat in front of him in the small space between his figure and the open door, one of your legs also dangling out into space. Leaning in, you pressed the gauze soaked in alcohol against the open wound to finally stop the bleeding. The Master clenched his jaw as much as he could, hissing in pain.

“Sorry” you apologized, “Keep the pressure on yourself, I’m gonna clean you up.”

He leered at you, the corner of his lips smirking lasciviously. You rolled your eyes, taking the wet towel in your hands and proceeding to clean the dry blood away from his chin and cheek. You cleaned his short beard the best you could and tried to get rid of the blood clots in his fringe, unsuccessfully to your dismay.

You could feel his eyes piercing yours, his fingers gently sliding across the skin of your shoulder, softly brushing your hair to get it out of the way. You fixed your eyes onto his own only to catch him avoiding your gaze, his attention stuck on staring out at the endless sight of the universe.

The Master kept his eyes fixed in nowhere in particular while you worked on his wound. You slowly opened one of the band-aids and tried to avoid his hair as much as possible, so you could place it on the side of his head; just above the temple. Now you just had to wait a few minutes to remove it. You had used those curious things several times before and although the healing was sped up, the thing never failed to leave some kind of scar. But even with those odds stacked against him, the Master was always lucky enough to never get scarred- likely thanks to his own unique biology.

You let yourself fall limp against the door and tilted your head to whatever the Master was looking for. The sight was beautiful as it had always been, millions of stars were almost swallowed by the black nothingness that separated planets, constellations, solar systems, and asteroids. And even at the incredible sight of all of this, you struggled to find something that could possibly retain the Master’s attention for more than a split second.

“Are you alright? You’ve seemed a little distant lately” you asked again.

Fixing your eyes on his features you searched for any sign of discomfort, either physical or emotional. At the lack of response your gaze started to wander, his hand catching your attention as he played with something inside of his coat pocket.

He was likely twisting and curling the TCE between his fingers. It was a trait you had noticed during your time travelling with him, his fingers fidgeting without fail whenever he was deep in thought. It happened every time, he would either tap four beats on any surface he could find or get something to entertain his restless fingers with, most of the time the ‘thing’ being his TCE.

The memories from the day filled your head then. He had looked distant the whole time, from the very first second he landed the TARDIS in one of the three planets that formed the solar system of one of the seventeen suns in Kasterborous. It was the closest you had ever been to Gallifrey and, still, it was far enough to not be able to admire the beautiful planet that had watched the Doctor and the Master grow into adults for centuries.

“I’m just planning my next scheme to trap the Doctor”

You nodded, although you didn’t believe a thing of what he said.

The words of what you had been thinking for endless nights poured from your lips before your mind could make up an excuse for his strange behavior, like all the other times. No one could blame you, after all you were just trying to protect your heart and mind from shattering.

“Is it me?” you asked finally, your voice betraying you and showing more emotion than what you had intended.

The Master suddenly turned his curious gaze to you. So he was paying attention then…

“Don’t you think I haven’t spotted how distant you’ve been lately” you added, although lately didn’t seem to be the right word. Obviously you had realized how much time he spent alone in the library and how his visits to the room you both shared were becoming less and less frequent. He always claimed he didn’t need to sleep as much, but you had been apart for enough time for you to notice that it was just a cheap excuse to not be there.

“Do you not want me to be here anymore?”

He frowned at your words.

“W-wha-”

“Are you still happy?” you asked with a hoarse voice, feeling the familiar weight of tears building up in your eyes at the low wheezing sound of the silence. You clenched your jaw and tried to swallow the tears. “Don’t lie to me.”

He just stared at you in silence for a second, mouthing like a fish out of water, until he finally blinked and tried to make a sound.

“I-is not-”

“Just-” you cut him off, feeling again like a lie was about to spill from his lips. “-you seem sad, distant, you’re not happy and you’re lying to me.”

“No-NO!” You snapped when he tried to talk again, “Don’t try to deny it, I can tell. I know you”

“So…” Anxiously you took a shallow shaky breath “It has something to do with me, doesn’t it?”

He pressed his lips together for a second but soon relaxed again. Changing his expression, the shimmer in his eyes shifted as he smirked slightly, the dark circles under his eyes failing to achieve the frightening look he was striving for. Maybe it would have worked with anyone else, but not with you.

“You humans are so vain, always thinking the universe spins around you.”

“I’m being serious, Koschei”

He took a breathless gasp, almost as if he had been hit. The name of a time lord was one of the biggest, best-kept secrets in the universe. Only a handful of people had known (or would ever know) the real name of the Doctor, and due to the Master’s lack of sympathy and his trouble to connect with people to an emotional level, even less had known or ever would know his.

‘How many?’ you had asked when he confessed his real name one night, his forehead pressing against your sweaty collarbone.

‘Only you’ he had whispered, right before kissing your shoulder “and some Time Lords at the Academy, but they are not important.” you heard him take a deep breath, his nose pressed against your throat “All dead now.”

Those times seemed out of reach. You even asked yourself if he regretted telling you.

“Not you.” he whispered defeatedly, his head falling to his lap “It could never be you.”

“What is it then?”

He shifted his whole body to face you, squirming in his place and unable to keep still. He removed his hand from his pocket, clasping your own tightly.

“It’s me.” he whispered in a choked breath and looked at your eyes “It’s so selfish of me to want you forever even though I know I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that!” you replied, struggling to believe the honesty in his voice and eyes. “You’re not serious. You can’t think like that after everything we’ve been through!”

He focused again on your hands firmly entwined.

“I believe it because… you’re so good” he looked away briefly towards the stars, before turning his gaze back to you again. “And people like me don’t get good people by their side or moments like this.”

The Master stroked your palms with his thumbs, suddenly finding them more interesting than his own thoughts. After a few moments he gave a shaky sigh, backing off once more.

“And if the past few attempts haven’t been proof of that, then I don’t know what could it be.”

“Proof?” you questioned, “Proof of what? And what do you mean by the past few attempts?”

He froze in place, and you frowned at his sudden stiffness. His shoulders tensed and body solid as he sighed deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried and failed to relax his posture. The Master grumbled to himself in defeat, his hand dipping back into his pocket and playing with the TCE or whatever he had found to fiddle with once more.

“I-it’s nothing. Just rambling.” he shrugged in an attempt to consolidate his own thoughts, but not even you believed his body language. “You do it a lot, ramble I mean, ugh, it’s your fault. I’m getting your bad ha-”

“Does it have something to do with the last few stops?” you insisted, although you knew from personal experience that pressuring the Master to talk more than he wanted was never a good idea “All those… extravagant places, the two dates at the Medusa Cascade…”

“Dates?”

You would have laughed at his disgusted look if the atmosphere wasn’t so tense between the both of you. So you just gave him a crooked smile.

“Yes, Master. That’s what it’s called when a person takes another person for dinner to talk and have a good time, especially when the place is that fancy. I loved it even though...”

He watched silently as you told him about the whole date and everything that happened afterwards, despite him being there by your side. Although the dinner had started off with good intentions, it had quickly slipped into a tone of awkwardness through no fault of his own. So much so that the chasing and ‘running for your lives’ had been very much welcomed, although he didn’t notice it. He even apologized once you got into the TARDIS. It was fair to say that he was beyond annoyed the first time.

A month later, when the second date was just another failed attempt in another restaurant in the Medusa Cascade, he had been furious. That was one of the reasons why the console room (or the living room of the house the TARDIS was disguised as) was even messier than usual. He had broken some chairs and cups before following your steps as you had stormed out to the library.

The Master realized as he watched you talk that there would be no such thing as a perfect time. He silently admired the star light reflecting in your eyes and highlighting your features, oblivious to everything else. He couldn’t believe the fact that fate had found a way for both your souls to meet and connect. It didn’t matter in the end how much he had tried to distance himself from any other form of life in the universe, because at the end of the day you had always been there, always. He didn’t believe in fate, but when he looked back at the few possibilities there was for him to meet a person that he truly cared about, it was hard not to succumb at the idea of a force greater than himself pulling the strings to figure everything out.

Even if he dared to think for a split second about not seeing you again, he wouldn’t be able to keep his pieces together. The Master wanted to do the right thing for once, and if fate surprisingly existed, he was certain it absolutely despised him. Countless times he had tried to have a full minute in silence with you, just enjoying each other’s company with a beautiful view, and the same amount of times his plans had been ruined by someone or something trying to either kill him, obtain revenge or obtain revenge via killing him. Until that precise moment he had never had regrets about all the people he had annoyed.

He wondered what he could do now. Kasterborous was the last place on the list, and he was beyond exhausted from trying. On the other hand, he couldn’t give up on you. His best dreams were always about you, but so were his worst nightmares. And whenever and wherever he was he could always be sure about two things: his love for you and his conviction that as long as your heart was beating, so would his.

How had he expected to make it perfect when your lives had always been so messy? After all, that was the whole basis of your lives: chaos, adventure, nothing ever occurring according to plan. And still, everything seemed to always find a way to fall into place. Not even the tardis had felt like a home before you, but now home seemed to be in his hands whenever he held yours, and he would be so lost if your hand ever left his.

A sudden current of hope swallowed him whole.

“Travel the universe with me.” He whispered, loud enough for you to hear.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his pleading. However, your laugh died with ease when you turned around to find a pair of saddened eyes.

You leaned in and stroked his beard in your palm, using a few seconds to admire his lips and features. Sighing, you repositioned yourself with both of your hands in his lap, your eyes staring intensely at his own as you held his attention on yourself.

“I already travel with you, idiot.” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, “What’s wrong?”

The Master took three shallow breaths, his sight lost somewhere in your hands above the fabric of his trousers. You moved away from him again, gazing worriedly to how distant he seemed to be from his own flesh. It was at that moment that his hand emerged from the concealment of his thick purple coat pocket, his fist trembling and knuckles a stark white colour.

An idea quickly surged in your brain, and you fought to swallow the dry lump in your throat at the fear of something serious happening to him.

However, that fear quickly vanished when his fist relaxed and his fingers slowly curled open; revealing what was inside for the light of day to see.

For a split second you thought he wasn’t holding anything, but then your mind acknowledged the shape of a ring sitting proudly in front of your incredulous eyes. The ring was so tiny in his large hand that you couldn’t properly see it until his fist was completely open and flat, it seemed almost a crime to keep something so beautiful concealed in the shadows.

The ring was silver, encrusted with white circular gemstones that you didn’t even bother to try and name as without a doubt they weren’t from Earth. The central gem shined a dim light almost invisible until he lent his hand to the side. For a second you could have sworn you had seen a fine black line inside of it, the thought quickly dismissed as a trick of the light as your eyes filled with unstoppable tears once again.

The only thing that could make you look away from the small piece of jewelry was a gentle squeeze to your shoulder, that and the fact that the Master had quickly stowed the ring away in his coat pocket once more. Your trembling body kept your eyes locked on the empty space it had once inhabited regardless, that was until you heard his panicked voice breaking through the loud thumping of your heart in your ears.

The Master had positioned both his hands against your cheeks which were now wet with your tears, his thumb tracing the contour of your cheek and drawing you away from your reverie. Only then did you dare to look at him again.

“I-I’m sorry. I-” he took shallow breaths, blinking away the tears forming in his eyes at light speed. “I’m so sorry. Don’t cry, please. Don’t cry.”

“W-” you tried to ask, but the words in your mouth didn’t seem to appear fast enough in your mind “W-what’s that?”

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to your own, still wiping away the tears that littered your cheeks with his thumbs. Even from that angle you could discern how one tear slipped away from his right eye, licking gently at the hot skin behind only to die in the corner of his lips.

“Nothing.” He stated with a shuddered exhale, suddenly cutting himself off by chewing his lip “It’s nothing!”

“It’s a ring!” You cried in return.

From all the things you expected from the Master, marriage was very low on the list. He despised most planets and sassily commented about any tradition and culture that wasn’t his own. You had never even bothered to think about marriage, especially after knowing that weddings on Gallifrey were mostly arranged, a mere game to obtain political power and status amongst the community. In Gallifrey weddings weren’t enjoyed and at the end of the day, they didn’t mean anything either; it was just a convenient tool for both parties.

But you weren’t a Time Lord.

You were human.

Just one more human traveling the stars.

During your travels, you had learned that the meaning of marriage was a timeless concept to the future of the human race, no matter how long someone had been away from Earth or how many millenniums had passed since the Solar System had been destroyed to dust. Some things simply stayed the same.

So he knew what marriage meant to the human race, and most importantly, he knew what marriage meant to you, for the both of you.

“No” he tried “No, it’s…”

“Don’t lie to me” you growled, pushing his shoulders back “Don’t you dare lie to me. I’m tired of getting pushed away. You always, always, do that. And it hurts”

You buried your head in your knees, your arms wrapping around yourself tightly as tears silently escaped your eyes without remedy. It happened regardless of how you felt, were you happy? nervous? sad? You didn’t even know at this point. The thing with the Master was that he was always so hard to comprehend, despite all the years of traveling and living together. In the end he was always true to his spontaneous, chaotic natures, never failing to surprise you at the least expected moment.

The Master moved closer, this time pressing his forehead to your shoulder. A second after you felt your own shirt getting damp, your heart tightening in your chest even more, if that was even possible. Knowing that not only was he only trying not to cry in front of you, he was also trying to hide, trying to find somewhere safe to let himself break. It was hard not to think about how much exhaustion and courage it was taking him not to get on his feet and run as far as he could.

He always had struggled to put his emotions into words, and expressing the depth of his feelings for you was still something he wasn’t quite used to. Even though he had never said I love you openly, you also knew he didn’t need to.

The Master was the kind of person whose acts always said more than his words. The way he supported you in everything you wanted to do, the soft whispers to wake you up and his habit of making a single cup of coffee in the morning just for you (mostly because he didn’t like the taste). You had spent an endless amount of nights in his arms when you couldn’t sleep, countless days curled up tightly next to him when sickness took over your body. You didn’t remember what nightmares felt like anymore, you hadn’t had one since the first night he shared with you. Yet still, you preferred them to the terror swallowing your body whole when his own nightmares woke you up in the middle of the night.

“Of course it’s a ring.” he finally admitted, “Im selfish enough to not want you with anyone else or anywhere else. I want you here for as long as we have.”

His confession was sealed with a feather light kiss against the exposed skin of your neck. “I’ve been trying to ask you for a long time, but it never works out. I fear this will have to do”

When you pulled away, he quickly wiped all the tears from his face in a rapid and almost angry manner. But even with his cheeks partially dry, you could still see the redness tinted around the edges of his eyes and the tip of his nose, still spot the remnants of tears clinging to his eyelashes.

You pulled his hands away from his face and cleared away the final tears that slipped across his cheeks. A choked sob tearing from his throat as he tried to take a steadying breath. You could clearly see the conflict he waged with himself, especially so when his hands turned into fists and his jaw clenched so tightly you feared he would break a tooth.

Pressing the tip of your thumb against his lip, you caressed the soft skin you were dying to kiss. Looking deeply into his eyes, you could tell he seemed to be finally paying full attention.

“Look at me.”

“I’m looking at you.”

“No, you’re not.” You exclaimed, “You’re thinking, not looking. Stop torturing yourself in that head of yours and just… look at me and see.”

Frown lines marked his face and you took the chance to get rid of the white band-aid that stuck to his forehead; revealing the pristine healed skin underneath.

“What do you want me to see?” The Master ventured after a moment of silence.

“How much I love you.” You brushed the tip of his nose with yours and slid your hand against the soft hairs in his jaw. “You need to see it, and believe…”

His short chuckle was melody to your ears.

“It's impossible not to see it, love.” He smiled sadly, your skin shivering under his touch as he slid two fingers under the fabric of the shirt’s collar. Lazily he outlined your collarbone, his hands roaming and exploring your skin as though it was an uncharted planet.

You smiled to yourself, knowing it was yet again another sign of his nervous quirks; the constant need to entertain his fingers with something.

“It’s there every time I look at you.” The Master continued, “And unfortunately, I never believe what I see.”

Somehow, you already knew what he was going to say, the words nestled deep within your heart. Closing your eyes, you gently pressed your lips against his own, the moment brief and chaste before backing off almost immediately afterwards.

“I’ll have to make you then.”

Leaning forwards your hand reached outwards, pulling the pocket of his coat round as you brazenly dug down into his pocket. It wasn't hard to find the tiny piece of jewelry, but it was definitely harder to free your wrist from the Master’s grip.

“Please…” he begged with pleading eyes “What are you…?”

Eventually, and without a word, he let your wrist go. You licked your lips, feeling the coldness of the ring nestled against your own palm but too afraid to open your fist to give it a proper look.

Taking a deep breath, you finally encouraged yourself to do what had to be done.

Even before giving the ring a second look, you slowly slid the piece of jewellery on to the place it belonged; where it would always belong. Then with baited breath you drew your gaze carefully across every inch of it, committing every shine, every detail to memory. The circular gem in the middle caught your attention for a lot longer than when you had initially seen it, and you found that the more you fixed your eyes on it, the clearer the thin black lines became inside of the gem.

You could tell it was gallifreyan, the entwined circles were hard to mistake for any other language, the black dots inside the circumferences were almost impossible to see. You struggled to find the meaning, even with the knowledge from the classes that The Master had given you in the past.

He seemed to be holding his breath when your eyes watched his features again. Noticing your eyes on him, he swallowed loudly. His whole figure relaxed. His shoulders falling back against the wood-like door, his constant frown fading and hands falling limp in his lap. With nifty fingers brushed away his fringe in an attempt to remove the hair from his eyes.

He was clearly overwhelmed by the situation and you did understand his reaction, after all he had been trying to propose for a long time.

“What does it mean?”

His grin was the biggest he had ever made, his eyes recovering that special shine you hadn’t seen in months.

“Why do I even bother trying to teach you?”

“Why do I even bother treating your wounds if you make me want to punch you in the face afterwards?”

“Uhm… let’s see…” He jokingly teased. Catching your left hand, he brought it closer to his eyes, his gaze fixated on the ring perched on your finger.

With a steady voice and growing confidence, The Master pronounced a series of sounds that you couldn’t quite comprehend, your mind still flaring with recognition for them as the words he always whispered in your hair during the night.

Before you could protest about not speaking gallifreyan, he promptly translated.

“Hold my hand to the ends of the universe.” He took your hand and gently pressed his lips to the ring and the skin around it.

“This is my promise” he finished with a whisper.

Your breath was caught in your throat. You only remembered you needed to say something when he warily gazed to your own incredulous eyes. You had no idea what he would decipher in your gaze, as your own torrent of emotions were hard to decode even by yourself. But you caught sight of the huge amount of hope installed in his eyes and your heart hammered in your chest at the sight.

“Yes, I do.”

The Master chuckled, your attention catching a glimpse of the happiness exploding in his eyes. It was like watching a supernova explode in before you. He let his head fall to your intertwined hands once again, sliding his fingers to tighten his grip around your own as he held your hand.

“I wanted to propose to you.” he smirked, “Not marry you on the spot. We have time for that.”

You chuckled and he lent in, his lips gracing your cheek as he kissed you once more. With his breath hot against your skin, the Master released a shaky, relieved whisper.

“Thank you, love.”

With a gentle touch, his hands wandered to the small of your back urging you to lay down on top of him. You followed his guidance with little resistance, hands pressed against his chest as you could hear the rapid beating of his hearts despite the numerous layers of clothing he always wore.

Excited at the sound, you shifted your hand directly above his hearts, the gemstones in the ring sparkling and reflecting the flickering light of the stars on your finger.

“I love you.” You whispered as his hands traced circular lines in your back. He made an amused sound and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too,” He answered without a moment's hesitation.

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Sunset

Word Count: 2,649

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, feelings of abandonment and hopelessness (but it gets better!!)

SSB Square Filled: “The man on the bridge, who Was he?” (bolded and italicized below)

A/N: This was written for my beautiful Name Twin - @amanda-teaches Writer + Reader Challenge (prompt bolded below) and also @captain-rogers-beard Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge (photo prompt in the title graphic is from 6/4). It also fulfills a square on my @star-spangled-bingo card. This began as something rather therapeutic for me, and it became a whole lot fuffier than I expected. So...yay?

Beta’d by: @shy-violet-soul who always encourages me and showers me with love, and @princessmisery666 who has helped me with this fic in more ways than I can even describe. Everytime I hit a wall, she was there with help, support, love and ideas and I am so thankful for her.

It felt wrong.

The sunset was spectacular - fiery hues of crimson and amber evening kissing the brilliant blue of the fading day; ashen shades of violet and lavender the only evidence of their embrace. The last remnants of sunlight danced across the rippling surface of the water, painting the gentle waves in warmth as they lapped against the shoreline.

Salt hung heavy in the air as it whipped loose strands of hair around your face. The taste lingered on your tongue like a lovers’ kiss as you tried in vain to brush the wayward locks from your eyes.

So wrong.

Soft laughter punctuated every dull crash of the tide upon the sand. You watched the dwindling groups of people hold onto what little remained of their peaceful beach day. Though as the warmth of the day vanished, so did the people.

Being here was supposed to be a homecoming; a celebration of the person you were and the life you’d lived. It should have been a gasp of oxygen after surfacing from a deep dive; sustaining, energizing and life-giving.

Instead, the tranquility of the scene before you only seemed to underscore the pain boiling deep behind your ribs. Even as the sky turned to ink and the stars blinked down at their reflection in the water, the anguish seared your lungs and stole your breath.

It was unsettlingly unexpected.

A fresh wave of tears prickled the corners of your eyes and you clenched them shut in an attempt to keep them at bay. It might have worked, if you hadn't been immediately met with the vision of him behind your eyelids.

It wasn't his fault. Not really. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. Seeing him today - even from a distance - was like pouring salt on a wound. The elation on his face as he'd grinned up at the little girl perched on his shoulders felt like a dagger straight to the chest.

The soft sound of bare feet on sand caught your attention. You sniffed, shifting to pull your knees up to your chest as the footsteps stopped beside you.

"You want some company?"

The gruff voice was soft and despite wanting to hate your new companion for lacing his words with such obvious pity, you couldn't. Your pain had been dealt by hands less sure than his, so you shrugged instead. There was something warm and comforting in his presence and your soul cried out for more. The feeling multiplied exponentially as he dropped to the ground beside you, his knee grazing your thigh as he folded his legs underneath him.

"'S'pretty here."

You nodded once, weakly. Even a broken heart couldn't make you think otherwise. Once upon a time this spot had been your own, personal oasis. Well, as much of one as a public beach could provide. But you didn't need much. Life had been simple, then. Now? Now, 'simple' sounded like a fairytale. Another on a long list of things you dreamt about, but didn't dare hope for.

“The man on the bridge,” Bucky began, his voice gentle. “Who was he?”

Brass tacks. It was one of the things you admired most about him; his ability to cut straight to the heart of the matter without poetry or pretense. It wasn’t a question borne out of irritation or obligation; instead patience and comfort reigned in his words. He could read body language and facial expressions better than 99% of the planet, but you knew even the other 1% could have plainly seen the pain in the heart so cruelly branded onto your sleeve.

“This was,” you cleared your throat as best you could with your heart taking up space there. “I used to live here. I always wanted to live by the ocean, so when I lost my job due to budget cuts, I decided ‘what the hell?’. Packed up, cashed out my savings and started driving. As soon as I hit the city limits, it felt like home. Had a hell of a time finding a job, but I did eventually. I met him there.”

You sniffed, stretching out your legs and leaning back with your palms in the sand behind you. Without having to look you knew he was watching you; waiting until you were ready to continue.

“I never believed in love at first sight; still don’t, because that’s not what it was. He was sweet, funny,” you smiled despite yourself. “Kind to a fault. The type of kindness that infuriates you because it makes you realize how selfish you actually are. But he loved me. I don’t know why, but he did. He loved me fiercely; even when I couldn’t return it and sure as hell didn’t deserve it.”

Bucky’s breaths matched the roll of the tide; calm and gentle and unwavering. You felt him shift, his shoulder grazing yours as he matched your position.

“What happened?”

The air between you vibrated with the low timbre of his words. Not that you noticed - not really. Remembering was always the worst part; remembering just how easily you’d been forgotten.

“The blip.” Your voice was so faint it barely registered in your own ears, but you knew he heard it. You knew from the way he inhaled deeply as he shifted; from the feel of vibranium fingers sliding gracefully across your own.

“I don’t blame him. He couldn’t know we’d all come back. I couldn’t expect him to live out the rest of his days mourning my ashes.”

The tightening in your throat and the tingling at the corners of your eyes cut off any other words you might have said. If the roles had been reversed, you wouldn’t have known what to say to yourself. But true to form, Bucky did. Brass tacks and all.

“Still hurts.” Not a question, because he knew. His words were meant every bit for himself as they were for you.

A humorless chuckle broke from your lungs and you nodded.

“It still fuckin’ hurts,” you agreed.

"So that's why you wanted to come here." Not a question, but an acknowledgement.

Biting your lip, you narrowed your gaze at the calm waves. "I guess I just wanted closure. I missed this place. Missed the memories I made here. I knew seeing him was a possibility, but I'd hoped.." you trailed off.

Bucky hummed in understanding of words you couldn't find.

You looked at him then, the sliver of moonlight above casting him in a sort of macabre splendor. Chestnut waves rendered a dozen shades of grey and gaze focused on the heavens. Trying to ease some of your burden while still obviously saddled with plenty of his own, he looked peaceful; tranquil in a way that felt contagious.

You sucked in a breath, hoping to provide him the same respite he offered you, willingly or otherwise.

“Coming back from that place - that state of nothingness - was jarring enough. But then having to face the five years worth of reality you left behind? It’s a wonder any of us are still alive today to mourn it.” Shifting again, you crossed your legs and turned to face him, his hand enveloped in both of yours. “But we are. You, me, Sam...all of us. Finding the love of my life had become a husband and father without me; it was the hardest thing I’ve ever faced. But I did - face it, I mean. And in some fucked up way, it led me to you.”

Bucky tilted his head toward you, his gaze narrowed and his eyebrow raised.

“You’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies, sweetheart,” he deadpanned, though his eyes sparkled with affection.

You shrugged. “S’true.”

Even if you’d had a second to process the mischief in his expression, you still would have been startled by the quick tug of your hands as Bucky pulled you into him. You squeaked, landing with a muted thud beside him. He caught your hands just as you tried to flick sand at him, and held you close instead.

“You’re getting sappy, ya know that?” He sighed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You rose enough to see his face, blinking sweetly down at him.

"I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You purred, in feigned innocence. “I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Bucky grumbled, his grip on you tightening as he lifted you both off the ground. “You’ve done it now.”

You giggled as you twisted away from the ticklish prodding of his fingers, though it was no use.

“Put me down, you neanderthal.” You shouted in mock protest, trying and failing to wriggle free.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that, doll,” Bucky crooned seconds before tossing you - rather ungracefully - into the shallow water.

Scrambling to your feet, you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. You kicked at the water, aiming for Bucky's face, but he anticipated it. Of course he did. He dodged deftly out of the way before grabbing your waist and pulling you both into the waves.

Coughing and sputtering, you shoved half-heartedly at his shoulder as a genuine smile bloomed on your lips. Neither of you seemed bothered by the water that lapped over your still entangled bodies.

"Thank you, Bucky."

"For what?" He scoffed, an incredulous but warm look moulding his features.

"For this," you waved a hand in the air. "You didn't even ask why I wanted to be here, you just offered to come with me. Never asked for details or tried to pry. You could be off saving the world...again." Bucky rolled his eyes. "But you're here saving me, instead."

Bucky's eyes dipped to your lips as the air began to crackle with unspent energy.

"You say that like it's two different things, doll."

The heat you felt under his careful gaze only intensified as the weight of his words settled on you.

Bucky stood before you could respond, holding his hand out to help you to your feet. He didn't let go as you strolled away from the water, instead he laced vibranium fingers with your flesh ones. Just as you reached the boardwalk that would take you back to the hotel you’d rented, Bucky glanced sideways at you before redirecting his steps. Smiling, you allowed him to lead you further down the beach, unwilling to let go of the bubble of peace you’d found just yet.

“Ya know,” Bucky murmured, his thumb stroking your knuckles gently. “It took a long time for me to reconcile my past with my expectation of the future.” He paused, noticing your questioning look before continuing. “What I mean is, my past is so…” Bucky shook his head and stopped walking.

You wrapped your free hand around his bicep reassuringly, encouraging him to continue but you waited patiently until he was ready to go on.

Bucky cleared his throat. “For a long time, I believed my past dictated my future. It’s full of so much pain and regret and things I can never undo. I always figured my future would be more of the same; a kind of comeuppance for everything I’d done.”

“Bucky…”

His lips curled into a half smile as he squeezed your hand gently. “I know. It’s taken a lot of therapy and literal reprogramming, but I know. It wasn’t me. Not really. Even accepting that though, I still always wondered how it would frame my life going forward.”

“Your past is just that, Bucky. It’s in the past,” you cocked your head to one side. “Your future is what you make of it.”

Bucky’s smile grew and he reached out to brush the damp hair from your face. “Yours is too, ya know.”

There he was, cutting straight to the heart of the matter, with as few words as possible. Again.

As your steps resumed, you kept your grip on his arm, snuggling in close as the temperature dipped slightly without the sun to warm the air.

“When I first met you, I had no idea what to make of you,” Bucky chuckled. “Honestly, you were a little intimidating.”

You scoffed. “You were intimidated by me?”

“Well, yeah,” Bucky sighed. “I was so irritated that Sam signed me up to be part of that support group - without telling me, mind you - but then you were there. You were funny, gorgeous and kind. You were so quiet, but there was this fire behind your eyes, and I wanted to know why you kept it locked up.”

The memory of that first meeting made your stomach twist. The plan had been to bide your time in silence so you could at least tell your therapist you’d gone. You’d wanted to be anywhere but there, until he walked in. The whole room had recognized him - if the quiet gasps and whispers were anything to go by - and it had been painfully obvious how uncomfortable that had made him.

Bucky laughed. “I’ll never forget the way you plopped down in the seat beside me, threw a bottle of water at me and glared at Frank and Donna until they stopped staring.”

“They were being rude.” You shrugged.

“They’re nice.” Bucky countered.

You shrugged again. “They are, but that night they were being rude. Nothing screams ‘Welcome to our blip support group’ like oogling the new guy.”

“Alright, well my point is,” Bucky stopped again, this time turning to face you, his hands gripping your shoulders gently. “I knew from the moment you shot icy death glares at them, that whatever my future held, I wanted you to be a part of it.”

Blinking, you opened and closed your mouth a few times before frowning.

“Remind me again who’s been watching too many Lifetime movies, Buck?”

“I’m serious,” Bucky chuckled lightly. “But, I get it. The wounds are still fresh, and I don’t expect anything, but I just want you to know that I’m here. And I’ll continue to be - in whatever way you’ll let me - until you send me away. This place?” Bucky waved a hand. “This is your past. But just remember that it doesn’t get to decide your future. You do.”

You bit your lip, allowing his words to envelop you with peace and warmth and - for the first time in a long time - hope.

“I think,” you paused, furrowing your brow, “Sometimes our wounds stay fresh because we keep picking at them. I think I’m ready to leave the past where it belongs.”

Bucky hummed, thumbs rubbing circles against the balls of your shoulder.

“And for the record, Barnes? I don’t plan on sending you away any time soon. So it looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Throwing his head back, Bucky barked a laugh before sliding his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You felt him press his lips to the top of your head as you snaked your arm around his waist, relishing his warmth.

“Well, lucky for both of us, doll. There’s no place I’d rather be.”

As you continued walking down the beach you’d once considered home, wrapped in the arms of the man who wanted to be your future, it struck you. The beauty of the setting sun had felt wrong because you’d been looking at it through the warped lens of your pain. The resplendence of the day drawing to a close wasn’t a mockery of the life you’d lost, it was a crimson and amber colored reminder that every day draws to a close and there will always be beauty to be found in the ending.

But the hope of the morning - when the sun will begin it’s reign once again, overpowering the darkness with it’s warmth and light - is where the true splendor is found.

You glanced up at Bucky - the man offering you the same promise of the rising sun, and for the first time in a long time everything felt right.

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