#chaos?

[little-annie]

So this is a thing.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[black-cat-babe]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger are invited to a lavish party as representetives of the thriving New Republic. Din Djarin and Bo Katan Kryze are also invited to the party as undercover security. Misunderstandings, chaos, and fluff ensues. Preview under the cut ~ written for day 1 of sabezra dinbo week!

Sabine stepped into the room, her slender figure wrapped in a sparkling black dress. A rainbow of pastel colors dripped from the fringes of dark fabric onto the ground and spread outwards behind her like a shimmering trail of paint. She wrapped an arm around Ezra’s shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss. Jacen cringed back and shielded his eyes as their lips met. Ezra pulled away, eyes widened slightly and a light blush dusted his cheeks. He leaned down to kiss her again but Sabine ducked away and wrapped a hand around his tie. She pulled him forward. “Come on, Jedi,” she said with a small smile. “We’re going to be late for the party.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Din,” Bo Katan Kryze frowned, “what the hell are you wearing?” Din Djarin looked up with a hint of surprise hidden by the shining beskar helmet. He looked down at the rest of the armor sparkling under the starry night sky. “My armor?” he responded, confused.  Bo grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side as a group of well dressed party guests walked past them. “I left the suit out for a reason!” she hissed, her voice barely audible above the live music drifting through the night. “You were supposed to wear it!” Din’s head snapped up to meet her angry gaze and his shoulders sagged slightly. He turned away from the red haired mandalorian. “You look nice,” he said after a moment of silence. His voice dripped with guilt. Bo’s frown melted into a smile and she shook her head. She reached up a hand to gently remove Din’s helmet and her sharp hazel eyes studied his face. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked, her fingers running through the fine hair peppering his chin. 

[systlin]

I’ll give Road of the Patriarch one thing; I can completely imagine it as a campaign playing out, because the rogue/assassin trying to have a Moment and kill the corrupt priest who is hinted to be their father as the DM brings their backstory back to fuck them All The Way Up and then the fuckin. Chaotic Neutral bard/swashbuckler’s player decides to go :3 and loose a large murder bird and a pissed off dwarf on a warpig in the middle of your Big Character Moment is so on point.

[of-mice-and-mirth]

No but really, what do you think it would be like if The Umbrella Academy had to quarantine together?

[gnzma]

“anyway”

YEETS A CHAIR OUT OF THE WINDOW

[thechemiedemon]

Hello

Im a 13 year old enby(they/he) this is my first post, posts will probably be really inconsistent and chaotic, but mostly about school, sanders sides, miraculous ladybug, carmen sandiego, books, ADHD, tales of arcadia, maybe green eggs and ham, or just random thoughts I have, if you're into that kind of thing and don't mind the chaos and inconsistency follow me ig, if you want too of course, no obligations here!

[emresarioglus]

@not-alone-but-always-alone AND @brooklyn-is-here AND @crutchie-mcrris AND I MADE SNETZELS AND SKSNDJFBFN THERE’S TOO MUCH GAY IN ONE ROOM