#spotchka

[sabaccsniper]

the trailblazer - details

[foxlace]

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[I'm so happy with how our krill turned out 🤩]

[clone-whore-99]

Fives, holding up a glass of spotchka: "To honor! Hitting on 'er, getting on 'er, staying on 'er and if you can't come in 'er - come on 'er!"

[letsunity]

Din Djarin: Is this the spotchka talking or just you?

Fennec Shand: *flips a table* I AM the spotchka!

Boba Fett: *leans in to whisper* Wait until she finds out that it’s just juice with colouring

[azertyrobaz]

Dank Farrik Drabble #44

I’d been so close to catch up on the prompts I’d missed, so close! Well, let’s try again, shall we? Here’s Straw/Inspired, hope you enjoy!

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The place was utterly quiet when Grogu woke up, the twin suns just discernible over the hangar’s roof, so surely it wasn’t so early everybody was still asleep. Had they all gone? Fennec? Boba? Garsa? The Frog Lady? He wanted to play some more with her children, but he dimly remembered that they had all left to be put to bed around the same time he had.

And speaking of, where was Peli?

Grogu cooed softly, and hoped his dad would come and pick him up soon.

He was bored. Worse than that, he was hungry. Where was breakfast?

The little boy shuffled towards the table where they had all gathered for dinner the previous evening, hoping to see some leftovers he could satisfy his rumbling stomach with. But he quickly lost interest in finding food when he spied that several glasses were still there. The tall ones with the drinks no one had let him or the froglets sample last night, which they had all thought was very unfair.

It had been so hard to resist! The pretty glasses with blue juice and the most fun bendy straws in them, in wide ranges of pastel colors. His dad sometimes used a straw, but it was to drink iced caf, and that tasted bitter and yucky – at least he’d let him try it, so surely it was fine to try that blue drink too? There wasn’t that much left at the bottom of the glasses after all. Surely he could try a few, and see if they all tasted the same.

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“What the hell happened?” Din asked, picking up his son – he was dead to the world, snoring away, almost as if – 

“It’s my fault,” said Peli with a shrug, wincing as she shook her head – where was that droid with Garsa’s hangover remedy? She’d sent it ages ago. “He overtaxed himself. Lifted a whole ship up so that I could see under it. Didn’t ask him to do that. Guess he just wanted to show off.”

“Mmh,” the Mandalorian replied, unconvinced. “Well, thank you for looking after him last night,” he grumbled, walking towards his N-1 and nixing the idea of putting the little one in the droid port – he’d have to travel with him in the cockpit. It always worried him when the Force knocked him out. His powers. Whatever.

“Anytime!” Peli replied, a smile plastered on her face as she watched him take off.

Thank the Force that shiny idiot couldn’t smell the spotchka on his kid’s breath through his helmet. And thank her lucky stars she had caught the little womp rat right after his first and only ‘drink’. Or maybe it had been his second?

[abortedfetusgummy]

Din before he met Grogu

[itsagrimm]

The Cantina

Where every you go in the galaxy far far away there is the cantina, a nameless institution with no need of further specification. It's a space outside of the logically explainable world. And its doors have the nasty habit of ignoring the laws of physics by teleporting the visitors to the dimly lit room with the same bounty hunter faces, the same dusty spotchka bottle and the same mysterious spots on the bar from wherever in the galaxy the visitors entered.

[doodlingfoolishness]

Inktober day 11, “sour.” Din finally tries spotchka and it’s the worst