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[temporarysins69]

guess what time it isssssssss

🥰 finally finished chap 5 tbobt. yayyyyy!

it is... my longest chapter yet, now. three new scenes, nearly 10k more words than the og draft, and i'm pretty sure i made obi-wan's life even worse than i already had (somehow). so.

onto the next chapter!

and of course, celebratory snib under the cut.

He was thirty-seven, and he was a prisoner, and he was laid flat on his back, legs spread for the Sith Lord raping him.

“I should keep you like this all the time,” Palpatine groaned. “No fighting. No talking back. No disobeying. Simply taking it like a perfect, little whore.”

Obi-Wan’s mind trembled at the prospect, though his body remained utterly limp. His whimpering protest never even formed in his lungs—the inalterable pace of his breathing, the leaden immobility of every one of his muscles, prevented it.

Helpless. Trapped. Only able to lay there and take it.

Hot droplets of tears leaked down to his temples. With his eyes closed, he could almost, almost, pretend the weight on him was Quinlan. But every time Palpatine spoke or moaned, every time he shifted his thin-fingered grip or the angle at which he thrust, the illusion broke. This was not Quinlan. He would probably never see Quinlan again. Never hear his voice. Never feel his touch.

Never again know anything more than this.

[sturkillerbase]

It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: After many years of being apart, an old friend of the Mandalorian - that meant more to him than he dared to admit - contacts him and invites him over. Could Din let himself dream of her again?

Genre: Fluff, slow burn (kind of)

Warnings: None

Words: 623

A/N: This story happens after the events shown in The Book of Boba Fett. This is just the introduction for a series, hence why such few words. It's also my first time writing after around four years, and first time writing for the fandom after even longer (six years, maybe? Seven?!); I'm anxious about it, but I've got support after posting if I should do this or not, so here we go! Hope you enjoy reading!

Part I;

Introduction

“Hey there, Mando!” Said a rather shy and unsure voice through the holoprojector. Din never thought he’d hear that voice again, let alone her sweet face. His jaw dropped a little and his eyes widened under the helmet.

“I know it’s been a while” the hologram continued, “a pretty long while. I think… ten years, maybe?” Maker! Has it really been that long? “But I just came back from the cantina, where I met a man telling the adventures of a certain Mandalorian in shiny helmet that owned a Razor Crest and that’s just been through a lot of trouble. It sounded just like the Mandalorian I’ve met all those years ago.” She smiled, and Din smiled to himself as he recalled the old times. “He also mentioned a child?! That one got me really confused. Anyway, I talked to him and he introduced himself as Greef Karga and was pretty surprised when I told him we knew each other. Guess your people skills haven’t gotten any better, huh? He told me you lost the Crest. I’m sorry about that; I’ve missed that ship… He’s the one that gave me your new ship’s contact code so that’s how I’m sending this to you. I…” Din watched the hologram attentively as she paused and her eyes looked away, clearly insecure to continue. “I thought that maybe you and the child could use some rest in a peaceful place. It’s spring here so the weather is nice and the views are beautiful. I would lov—I’d really like to see you again and catch up. That is if you want to, of course!” And Din immediately thought that yes, he really, really wanted to. “If you still remember where I live, please don’t hesitate to come by. I’ve sent you the coordinates anyway, just to make sure.” She smiled, and it looked warm and hopeful. “I hope you can come, or at least pass by. I… I miss you, Din. And I hope you’re well…” She sighed, still unsure of everything. Din sighed deeply as well; he also missed her… A lot. “Have a safe flight and take care of yourself, okay? Farewell.”

And with that, she was gone, only the coordinates to her place showing on the monitor. But Din didn’t need them, he remembered exactly where she lived and he’d still remember even if he tried to forget. Just as he still remembered everything else. Her place was also where he’d last seen her all those years ago, when he left even when his heart wanted to stay.

He hadn’t realized how long he was just sitting there, thoughtful, until Grogu knocked on the glass with his metal ball, bringing him back from his trance. Grogu made a questioning noise, that Din now knew how to recognize.

“She’s an old friend of mine. A really great one. We were very close. She traveled onboard the Razor Crest with me for a while, taking care of the ship and, well, taking care of me too, even though I was too stubborn to admit it.” Din chuckled to himself. He turned his head the best he could to look at Grogu in the small space of the starfighter. “She cooks really well too.” The baby’s giant ears perk up and his eyes sparkle as he lets out an expectant noise. Din chuckles again as he readjusts himself on his seat.

“I think we deserve some time away from trouble. What do you think, kid?” Grogu makes another happy sound, showing his dad that he would very much like some peaceful time too. Oh, and good food! Din smiles to himself as he sets the coordinates on the ship’s system.

“Hold on, Grogu. We’re entering hyperspace.”

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[a-girl-with-brown-eyes]

I finished watching Boba Fett chapter 4...

The Din's theme at the end, THAT MUSIC THEME!!

[CRIES IN MANDALORIAN]

[super-sootica]

Luke Skywalker really out there like:

‘You can be weak and have this...I dunno stinky armor and leave me.  OR you can have this gift fit for a God, and I will basically make you a God, if you promise never to see your other Dad again’.

Not very impartial Luke my dude, looks like you about to learn something about balance

[f0rever15elf]

So my little brother and my Dad have spent the better part of 2 years refurbishing a 1987 Dodge Ramcharger for my little brother because, contrary to his title in relation to me, he is built like a fucking 6 foot wall. So Chapter 5 of TBOBF was basically watching that whole process over but in

Space

and basically what I'm saying is I can't believe Din Djarin is a Mopar guy

[heeraae]

Ho and also if I were Din, I would have taken back the melted beskar from the spear, purely out of spite, like wtf girl

[temporarysins69]

*holds out my hands like a begging victorian child*

Please, may I have some tbobt snippets?

you may indeed :)

When Obi-Wan was eleven, he’d broken his arm attempting to perform a double backflip in the Initiate dorms. He had broken other bones since then—mostly ribs, a few ankle bones, one or two fingers, his other arm—but that first time still stood out, the worst pain he had ever felt up until then. It didn’t hold a candle flame to the agony of now, when every shift of weight, every stretch of muscle, sent fresh pain ricocheting through his entire body. He had the Healers when he was little. He had a bone knitter and bacta and pain medication.

He had none of that, now. Only the pain and the anticipation of more of it. There were no casts or splints, no orders to rest and recover. Instead, there were collars around his throat… and an order to kneel.

Much of his time as Sidious’s prisoner had been spent on his knees. The bruises on his shins and kneecaps were testament to that. But to kneel on broken bones, all his weight on his lower legs… It was a special kind of agony. The kind of agony he could hardly bear, and yet he had no choice but to bear it. Because kneeling might hurt, but the punishment collar hurt worse.

So, Obi-Wan knelt.

[temporarysins69]

reached two milestones on tbobt today :)

finished chapter 4. and made it to 50k words.

how it's at 50k already when i'm not even halfway through the og draft, i have no idea.

anyway. celebratory snib ;)

His memory gaped open like a gutted fish, a terrifying empty spot during which the myriad of his injuries had been treated. Not fully, not enough to erase them or their ache, but enough to take the edge off. Enough to keep him alive. Enough to send him into a tailspin at the thought of what else may have been done to him while he wasn’t awake to remember it.

The stench of overripe muja fruit and sticky sheen of bacta still clung to his skin, though he recalled nothing of a bacta tank, or indeed, any of the medical treatment logic said must have happened. He had gone to sleep in his cage wounded. He had woken up in his cage less wounded.

But the easing of his pain hadn’t eased his suffering any. Instead, all of the other torments rose to the surface, submerged, as they had been, by the all-consuming sea of agonies.

Torments like the headache. Like the exhaustion. Like the hunger.

He groaned at another cramp in his gut, his stomach consuming itself from the inside out. Kark it all. Palpatine seemed to feed him only when he remembered his pet needed sustenance to survive, but… starvation was a very real threat. It would take longer, much longer, than if he wasn’t fed at all, but while he could pick whatever battles he needed to with Palpatine, he couldn’t fight his own body. No amount of willpower to endure would prevent his organs from shutting down.

Not to mention it fucking hurt.