THE MANDALORIAN .

IT    IS    THE    WAY

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i don't want to go to work tonight lmao

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fulcrumm replied to your post: all   mandalorians    wear    cargo    socks   ...

this is the way

ur    damn    right    this    is    the    way.

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all   mandalorians    wear    cargo    socks    thank    you    for    coming    to    my    tedtalk.

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                            you   can   RUN ;                                        but   you ‘ ll   just   die   TIRED

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me, reading about the mandalorian wars: Oh Boy

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starter    call!!!

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making icons and being in love with one (1) mandalorian

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y'all I deadass thought this was Pedro until he talked

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Between Jango Fett demanding a son as payment for being cloned and the mandalorian immediately adopting baby yoda I’ve come to a conclusion

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wakes up

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tatooeines·.

𝙸𝙵  𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁  ,  𝙽𝙰𝙸𝚅𝙴  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂  𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵  he  might  have  immediately  reacted  ,  drawing  the  lightsaber  he  barely  knew  how  to  use  and  attempting  to  resolve  this  situation  before  it  got  out  of  hand  ▬▬   a  scenario  which  would  have  ended  in  one  of  them  either  injured  or  dead  and  no  information  having  been  collected  .  weeks  of  trailing  and  searching  all  for  naught  ▬▬  and  that’s  why  he’s  careful  now  ,  analyzing  his  position  with  the  mind  of  a  true  jedi  master  .  he  blinks  once  ,  slowly  ,  tilting  his  head  up  to  settle  gaze  square  on  bounty  hunter’s  helm  ,  and  speaks  in  the  tone  of  a  man  who  has  seen  true  evil  and  not  faltered  .  

“  you  don’t  scare  me  ,  so  maybe  you  could  remove  your  arm  from  my  throat  in  order  for  us  to  have  a  civil  conversation  .  ”  he  begins  ,  and  it  isn’t  said  from  a  place  of  egotism  or  overconfidence  ▬▬  but  rather  simply  a  statement  that  might  make  the  rest  of  this  business  go  smoother  .  voice  remains  professional  and  even  ,  something  he  learned  quickly  that  would  get  him  much  further  than  the  brash  manner  of  speaking  he’d  learned  growing  up  on  tatooine  .  “  i’m  searching  for  information  .  information  that  i  believe  with  some  certainty  that  you  might  be  able  to  give  me  …  if  you’re  willing  to  part  with  it  .  ”

there    is    an    anchoring    weight    to    other’s    words,    gaze    unwavering    as    an    eerie    peace    radiates    from    him    like    the    sun’s    burning    rays.    he    is    almost    too    bright    for    you    to    look    at.    like    a    dog    sensing    something    it    cannot    quite    see,    mandalorian’s    hackles    rise,    metaphorical    teeth    baring    underneath    emotionless    armor.    there    is    something    supernatural    about    him,    but    you    cannot    place    what    it    might    be.  but    ——    !    stranger    is    heard,    nonetheless,    &&    forearm    slowly    peels    away    from    sweat   -   stained      flesh.

❛    maybe,    ❜    bounty    hunter    pauses,    sleek    steel    tilting    curiously,    ❛    information    doesn’t    come    cheap    around    here.    ❜    body    itches    to    move    from    secluded    location    to    somewhere    more    public    as    paranoia    creeps    through    his    veins    like    ice   -   water.    ❛    come    on    then,    ❜    a    tired    sigh,    annoyance    &&    discomfort    coating    his    words    like    thick    varnish    as    body    pulls    away    before    heading    back    towards    the    street.    there    is    a    nagging    feeling    as    form    stops    &&    gaze    turns    to    make    sure    other    is    following.    something    is    different    about    this    man.

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[finaljedi-a]

𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂  𝙸𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙸𝚂  𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂  𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈'𝚁𝙴  𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  .  collapsing  on  themselves  ,  constricting  into  nothing  but  heat  and  millennia-old  aches  ,  and  this  is  how  heartbreak  feels  ▬▬  his  heart  is  nothing  more  than  remnants  of  light  ,  a  dense  and  cold  muscle  with  what  seems  like  almost  nothing  for  which  to  beat  .

in  all  things  there  must  be  balance  .  that  is  the  jedi  way  ,  and  a  fact  of  the  very  fabric  of  the  universe  .  where  there  is  chaos  there  is  calm  ,  where  there  is  dark  there  is  light  ,  where  there  is  war  there  is  peace  .  this  is  the  order  of  things  .  

yes  ,  this  is  the  order  of  things  .

it  was  always  inevitable  that  this  would  happen  .  they’ve  known  this  for  some  time  ▬▬  that  their  lifestyles  would  force  them  to  part  ,  a  promise  to  an  old  master  and  a  dedication  to  the  ways  of  a  people  .  what  he  hadn’t  expected  ,  though  ,  is  that  it  would  end  like  this  ▬▬  not  with  a  bang  but  a  whimper  ,  in  tears  with  a  plea  on  his  lips  that  he  knows  he  can’t  speak  .  please  don’t  go  ,  please  don’t  leave  me  ,  this  is  going  to  kill  me  .

“  i  know  .  ”  and  he  does  .  he  does  know  and  he  hates  that  he  must  accept  it  .  he  doesn’t  want  this  to  end  ▬▬  not  now  ,  not  ever  .  they  were  a  family  .

in  some  ways  ,  this  is  more  grueling  an  effort  than  fighting  imperials  and  seeking  to  destroy  the  sith  ▬▬  this  requires  strength  of  heart  that  he  isn’t  sure  he  has  ,  because  as  he  stands  there  and  attempts  to  accept  this  it  feels  like  each  fragile  piece  of  him  finally  shatters  .  whatever  strength  was  left  in  him  is  gone  and  he  lets  out  a  sob  ,  something  raw  and  intense  ,  like  the  dying  breath  of  a  black  hole  at  the  end  of  the  universe  .  he  would  give  anything  for  this  to  change  ,  for  mando  to  stay  with  him  and  the  child  ,  come  with  them  as  he  looks  to  begin  a  new  jedi  temple  ▬▬  but  he  can’t  have  that  ,  he  knows  .  

jedi  are  not  allowed  to  love  .

attachment  creates  grief  ,  grief  creates  anger  ,  anger  begins  one  down  the  path  of  the  dark  side  ▬▬  perfectly  logical  ,  of  course  ,  wise  and  truthful  .  but  logic  has  no  place  in  matters  of  the  heart  .

and  yet  ,  he  convinces  himself  this  is  necessary  .  his  purpose  is  bigger  than  his  pain  .  they  are  both  needed  for  different  things  ,  and  therefore  they  cannot  be  ▬▬  perfectly  parallel  ,  always  close  but  never  enough  .  always  staring  at  one  another  across  that  distance  ,  unmoving  .

he  can’t  bring  himself  to  look  up  at  that  helmet  ,  hiding  behind  it  so  many  things  .  he  can’t  bring  himself  to  move  from  his  spot  ,  either  ,  arms  wrapped  around  his  shaking  form  in  a  futile  attempt  to  comfort  himself  .  hands  grip  at  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  ,  knuckles  white  from  the  force  of  it  ,  a  last  ditch  effort  to  pick  up  his  broken  pieces  .  

“  you  need  to  know  ▬▬  i  love  you  .  ”  it  feels  like  an  eternity  is  spent  whispering  this  out  between  his  broken  cries  and  soft  whimpers  .  

“  i  always  will  love  you  .  i’ll  always  be  here  ,  waiting  ,  hoping  .  please  don’t  forget  me  .  ”

*        @mandalone​​         ╱        “  there’s  an  order  to  things  .  ”

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