#nctatoy

[endlessfables-a]

        so. many. baby. yodas. -- you better go follow them all, because my mando muse is loving them all so much. 

    @nctatoy​  -  @yodababy​  -  @empireasset​  -  @bountychild​

[therapardalis]

//My Dash just did a thing;

[burnbookiisms]

Anonymous said:  I would like to send love to @nctatoy because in the span of a day or two, Melody has single-handedly managed to spread an intense amount of cuteness across the rpc.  Thank you for brightening our days!

[rbeljedi]

nctatoy

  ITS HAPPENING IVE BEEN FOLLOWED BY BABY YODA THIS...

[ ear twitch -…soft coo ]

“let’s see if you like ration bars any better than a grown up version of you, huh.” 

[stormweathered-arc1]

@nctatoy​ asked: Climbs onto Thor’s cape too

   THE TUGGING AT HIS CLOAK MAKES HIM LOOK DOWN, and what he sees earns a startled blink and a SMILE following soon after. ❛ Well, hello there! And who —— ❜  he kneels smoothly so the baby may climb more freely upon the smooth crimson fabric, not really expecting such a young being to be able to speak but compelled to ask regardless, ❛ —— may you be, young one? ❜

[enigmatii-moved]

draws all over Father's helmet

A deep sigh rumbles over the muffling of his helmet. A helmet made of the incredibly expensive beskar and an important part of his culture. It was now covered in various childish doodles. They’d all wash off of course so there was no need to scold him. Now, if the child decided to start drawing on the walls of the ship they’d be having a different discussion. “Is this really the best use of our time?”

[onlyliberty-a]

@nctatoy​ asked:  [ closes fingers around the bottom of her coat....Reaches for one of the buttons-...tug -...tug.... tug. Hard to come off it is- try hard again... tug-..]

It would never matter how far Anne travelled through the Universe, she still found some beauty in how she would always encounter something she never had before. Whether that would be some shiny treasure for her to sell to the highest bidder, or a different group of people with cultures that would endlessly fascinate her. When she’d stumbled across the baby near the wreckage of what he assumed had been his previous caregivers, he soft part of her heart had vehemently argued against leaving him to the whatever weather the planet had and whatever wildlife there was. He was precious, really, full of mischief and into absolutely everything he could get his hands on.

Like now, with his fingers pulling at the buttons on her leather jacket; it’s long enough that the hem of it drags against the floor when she walks. He wants one of them, she thinks, so she pulls one of the knives from her boot and casts a glance down at the row of buttons decorating it. Anne picks the shiniest and cuts it from her coat, stooping to pass it to him. “Don’t go puttin’ it in yer mouth, or yer for havin’ a wee choke.”

[valorshwn]

gary, the cat, name you must

STOP