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[sulphuryasecretcloset]

Tweets #9

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[goblin-loves-shiny-things]

So - uhh. I was looking at some memes and I just had to jump into photoshop real quick because one reminded me of a certain idiot. @sulphuryasecretcloset​ I am talking about your idiot (he’s my  favorite idiot though). 

But then I thought - wait a moment. 

And - well.

I’m just - I love all of them, your honor. I rest my case. 

[cacodaemonia]

I've added a lot of characters to this lineup since the last time I posted it, saying it was done, and I'm heart-broken to (I think) actually be done this time. T__T I've had SO MUCH FUN doing the ref sheets for @sulphuryasecretcloset‘s series, "The Mandalorian, his son and the Storm Trooper," and I have to say a huge thank you to our favorite author for letting me play with her characters. <3

As always, these are my best attempts at interpreting @sulphuryasecretcloset‘s wonderful descriptions, but they're just one interpretation and my drawings aren't the law. And if they help anyone with their own fanart or fics, then that's great!

To see the ginormous, full-res image, check my AO3.

I've been streaming on Twitch pretty much all the time I work on these fanarts, so feel free to stop by if you're bored.

If you want to join the Mandorin Discord, just ask. :)

(Height chart is from xlunastarx on DeviantArt)

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

The Art of Flirting

Corin doesn't really know how to flirt. He knows the technical term, that some are very good at it, but he's never had the skill. Usually others had approached him, not the other way around. Until now Corin has never found anyone interesting enough to make him want to put in the effort.

So now he's in a relationship (which is still mind-boggling to him) and Corin has no idea how to flirt with his partner.

This becomes painfully apparent to him one day as he's lounging in a chair in one of the common rooms with Leave-it and Zev'sonya at opposite sides of the newly acquired sofa, each with a datapad in their hands. Clearly Zev'sonya is in an exceptionally good mood as there is no trace of the usual frown on her face and at one point, she actually reaches over and lightly prods at the blond's thigh with the tip of her boot.

When Leave-it glances up from his screen and over at her, she quickly acts like she had never moved at all and stares intently at her own screen. Leave-it watches her for a few seconds, curious, but eventually returns to stare at his datapad.

She does it again. He looks up faster. She acts innocent even quicker.

The concept of a playful Zev'sonya is as unsettling to Leave-it as it is to Corin and the blond seems hesitant to push his luck and slowly turns his attention back to the screen yet again.

Corin lifts his eyebrows when he sees Zev'sonya grinning when her prodding Leave-it gets no reaction so she starts sliding her foot up and down his thigh.

In a flash, Leave-it grabs her ankle, holds her leg there, before looking over at her with an increasingly confident look on his face. “You want something from me?”

Zev'sonya doesn't flinch, merely tilts her head and maintains both eye-contact and her scary smile. “I don't know.” She pulls her leg free with a sharp movement, but there is no anger or disapproval in her face, just a challenge. “Can you deliver?”

Corin is wondering if he can sneak out of the room without them noticing him, it is pretty clear they've forgotten all about his presence and this is getting awkward, but then Leave-it reaches out to grab Zev'sonya and she jumps up on her feet to dodge him.

She tries to make a run for the door, but Leave-it is incredibly fast. He vaults himself over the back of the sofa, gets between her and the exit, and hoists her over his shoulder while she makes an almost ladylike squeak of surprise.

Corin expects her to get angry, maybe even lash out, but to his surprise she just cackles and lets him carry her out of the room. Huh. Okay. Flirting, such a weird mystery to him.

And same goes when Raga joins him and Paz during a morning work-out and just hovers for a while before she ends up sparring with her riduur.

Paz is trying to show Corin some of the tricks he's been trying to teach him, but Raga doesn't really cooperate and at one point she even flips Paz over her hip and slams his back against the floor.

Wide-eyed, Corin takes a step forward to ask if he's okay and offer him a hand up, but then Paz sweeps out his leg and sends Raga tumbling to the floor next to him. This is bound to end in a fight, right? Corin feels his stomach tighten anxiously and he's looking for some way to defuse the situation when he hears both Mandalorians, just lying on the floor, break out into a shared laugh.

Paz gets up, offers Raga a hand, which she takes, and pulls her up on her feet. She uses her grip on his hand to shove him against the wall, hard enough so it echoes through the room, and their armor clink as she pins him there with her own body.

Corin glances around, a little awkwardly, getting the feeling that this isn't the angry kind of fighting, and considers just trying to sneak his way out of the room.

Raga says something in Mando'a that Corin doesn't understand. His brain translates it into 'one more', which doesn't make sense, so he must have gotten some words mixed up.

“Corin.” Paz rumbles, not turning his t-visor away from Raga.

Corin straightens his spine. “Yes, sir?”

“Get out.”

“Yes, sir.” He doesn't hesitate to obey. But as Corin flees, he is yet again reminded how terrible he is at flirting. He had no idea that was going on in that training room. He needs to get better at this flirting thing. For Din.

That very evening Corin ends up having to take a shower after the little bean spits all over his shirt after trying a new orange and purple fruit that he clearly did not like. That is when Corin discovers how he'd managed to throw that stained shirt on top of his night shirt. Great. Here he is worried about his flirting skills when he's a mess with no clean shirts. That means laundry tomorrow.

Pulling on his loose sleeping pants, he needs to get new ones as these keep sliding down his hips, Corin towels his hair dry for a little while before entering the bed room. He can go one night without a shirt, the air is warm and Din will be there if he needs extra warmth.

Speaking of which, Din is lying on the bed, sans armor, and his t-visor turns to lock on Corin when he steps into the room.

“Everything go okay?” Corin asks as he draws his hands through his semi-wet hair, knowing the child is just a couple of doors away with Mose and Junior and yet can't prevent himself from asking.

Din nods, but doesn't speak. Strange.

Now worried about Din, Corin walks over and sits down next to him on the edge of the bed. “You okay?”

Din nods again. But he seems tense?

Corin places a reassuring hand on Din's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You sure, ner kar'ta?”

This time, Din's nod is barely visible.

Corin gently runs his hand over the soft fabric across the tense muscle there. He's not entirely convinced, Din seems too tense for everything to be okay, but he doesn't seem angry or scared so it can't be too serious. Which means he will just have to wait for Din to tell him in his own time. Corin trusts him.

Getting up, Corin walks over to crawl into bed from the other side and settles next to Din, who exhales a long, very slow and controlled breath.

So, yeah, flirting... Maybe Corin can ask Leave-it for some advice? Or Kiergan? Surely someone in this castle can help him tease Din a little?

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

Tweets #8

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

I want a baby

Bored one evening, Corin, Raga and Zev decided to see what would happen if they sent their partner a baby-request.

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

Love and helmets

Walking inside, Corin has just finished up with his morning work-out and he pulls the front of his sleeveless up to dry the sweat off his face. Dropping the fabric down again, that’s when he sees Zev'sonya watching something. The thoughtful frown on her face and the tilt to her head awakens his curiosity so he saunters over to check out what she’s looking at.

To his amusement, he quickly realizes that she’s observing Leave-it.

Standing next to her, Corin has to grin a little as he watches the blond’s tribulations as he’s sitting on the floor and trying to get at one of the cookies inside the clay jar Paz had brought the child and Junior yesterday. The opening of the jar is clearly meant for small hands and Leave-it is struggling to get to the treasure inside with his adult paws.

Zev'sonya sighs as Leave-it tries to hold the jar upside down and shake the cookies out to no avail as the opening is designed to prevent spill. “Tell me, Corin, have you ever questioned some of the choices you’ve made or looked at your life and asked yourself how the kriff you ended up where you are?”

Corin shrugs. “All the time.”

Smiling a little, she glances over at him. “Yeah. I guess you do.” She looks back at Leave-it who is now trying to look inside the jar with one eye. “You were supposed to live a life of riches and titles. Must be weird to end up with riffraff. And I’m guessing ending up with a Mandalorian wasn’t a part of your plans either.”

“I didn’t have any plans, really.” Corin replies with utter honesty. He did as he was told, it was his father who had all the plans. After his father died, Corin only cared about staying alive. “And you’re not riffraff. You’re my friends. As for Din, I still can’t believe I’m this lucky.”

Leave-it manages to pry his hand, after a lot of tweaking, into the jar and grins widely when he gets a hold of a cookie, only to get a look of confusion when he can’t get his hand out again.

“I got to ask.” Zev'sonya turns to face Corin completely. “The helmet. It doesn’t come off? Ever?”

Corin shakes his head. “It’s a part of his Creed.” Truth be told, he doesn’t think too much about Din always wearing it. It’s just a part of Din to him.

“Not even when you’re…?” Zev'sonya raises her eyebrows meaningfully at him.

At first Corin fails to realize what she’s getting at and when he does get it, his face flares up and probably makes his already training-flustered face even more red. He stutters something.

Zev'sonya grins. “I guess that answers that. And it doesn’t bother you?”

Corin shakes his head. Why should it?

Leave-it gets his empty hand free, looks at it and shoves it into the jar again.

“So you’ve never seen his face. Aren’t you curious?” Zev'sonya certainly looks curious but also sounds a bit mesmerized by how Corin hasn’t grown his attachment on Din’s appearance.

“Curious? A little.” Corin admits it with a slight taste of shame, but he’s only human. “But it isn’t all that important to me what he looks like.” He shrugs with a faint smile. If he never gets to see Din’s face, that’s fine because; “I love him. His heart, his kindness, his bravery and amazing soul. Him. That’s what matters to me.”

Zev'sonya nods and turns her attention back to the blond, but Corin instinctively knows she does so to keep him from seeing what he’s already seen; the flash of emotion in her eyes.

Leave-it lets out a sound of distress as he tries in vain to tug his hand free of the jar without letting go of the cookie.

Zev'sonya closes her eyes for a second, sighs with the suffering of a thousand saints, then walks over and kneels down next to Leave-it. “Leave it, you idiot.” And when he does, she sneaks her much smaller hand inside, grabs a cookie between two fingers and tweaks it out before handing it to him.

Looking at the cookie like it is made out of Beskar, Leave-it then looks up at her and beams a smile bright enough to light up the Galaxy. “You are the best!” With cookie safely in his right hand, he uses his left to take her hand in his. “Marry me.”

“Sure.” Zev'sonya deadpans, pulls free and gets up.

Leave-it scrambles to his feet as well, wide-eyed and excited. “Really?”

“Sure.” Zev'sonya continues in that same flat tone. “As soon as Din and Corin gets married. We can have a double-wedding.” She walks out of the room.

Leave-it makes a half-choked sound, looks over at the startled Corin, then runs after Zev'sonya. “That’s not fair.” There is the sound of a cookie being devoured. “That could take YEARS!”

Shaking his head, Corin walks over and picks up the abandoned cookie jar to prevent anyone from stepping on it. He doesn’t understand why those two don’t just get married already. It’s so obvious that is where they’re heading, what they both want, so why keep drawing it out?

Corin stares down at the cookie jar and a thought seeps into his head…

Ten seconds later, too tempted by the delicious looking cookies, Corin lets out a sound of distress as he can’t get his hand out of the jar as long as he’s got a cookie in his grip, no matter how he tugs and struggles.

A faint sigh catches his attention and Corin looks over to see Din standing there, a pensive tilt to his head, watching him struggle.

Corin blinks. “What?”