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Hellooo! Thanks for stumbling onto this. My fandoms primarily are The Mandalorian and Star Trek: TNG, but there's also The Last of Us, Avengers, Portal 2, and The Good Place. I try to stick as closely to the original source material as possible, I know the canon and the characters, and probably throw in more Easter eggs and other blink-and-you'll-miss-it references than I should.

If you're one for strong and snarky Readers/OFCs (here there be swearing), slow burns (envision a glacier), angst (it's a good kind of pain), and humor (lulz), then this is probably a good place to come waste some time. 👻

* Current works in progress *

Short Debts Make Long Friends - (The Mandalorian; Din Djarin/Reader)

An over-educated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure. 1.6k kudos on Ao3. POV Mando and Reader.

Why Don't You Sit Right Down and Stay Awhile - One-shots from "Short Debts" that admittedly are the walking definition of 'crack treated seriously'

- Can Your Helmet Play Elevator Music? - Oh, This is Much Worse- ...It was a Custom Piece

Completed stories:

Hello, My Dear - (Star Trek: TNG; Reader/Q)

Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships. POV Q and Reader.

As Q Like It - One-shots from "Hello, My Dear," which primarily remain within in TNG but also wander into Voyager and other territories, but none beyond the Neutral Zone

- Shoo, Q! - TNG; Lower Decks; POV Ensign - Does the Other Party In This Scenario Go By Some Form of Epithet, Identification, or Nomenclature? - TNG; POV Data - You Have Three Choices - TNG; POV Q - That Wasn't the Actual Question - TNG; POV Reader - Do I Always Have to Have a Reason to Stop By? - TNG; POV Reader - I Haven't the Vaguest Idea of What You're Talking About - TNG, POV Q - Silver Q - Picard, POV Q

To My Brother, Thor, Whom I Slept With - (Avengers; Loki & Thor)

One-shots about the shenanigans of a young Loki and Thor, and why the young princes of Asgard are the best birth control ever. Primarily Loki's POV, but also occasionally POV Odin and Frigga regretting their choices)

- Great Aunt Snotra's Funeral- A Midnight Lesson in the Current Events of Midgard - The People vs. The Brothers Odinson, or That Time Loki Thought It Was a Bright Idea to Appear on Daytime TV - One Flew Over the Ravens' Nest (Even the Gods Can Be - Psychoanalyzed)

Come Downstairs and Say Hello - (Portal 2; Chell/Wheatley)

With Wheatley in tow, Chell might as well write "DISPENSE PRODUCT HERE" on her shirt and throw herself in front of a turret...but she can't leave him behind, either. POV Chell, Wheatley, and GLaDOS.

Other works in progress that I don't have the heart to admit to myself are probably on permanent hiatus:

Bang, Zoom, Straight to the Moon - (The Last of Us; Joel/OFC)

Joel has been more than happy to let Ellie sabotage his love life since their arrival in Jackson, but all bets are off after she learns that the town’s most recent arrival is a former astronaut. The new gal is smart, single, pretty, and good with a gun. And she’s gone to mother *fucking* space. Joel POV.

Lucky Denver Mint - (Logan Lucky; Clyde Logan/OFC)

The stars over Boone County never looked brighter than the night a pretty astrophysicist walked into Clyde Logan’s bar. Clyde POV.

The Sleazy Place - (The Good Place)

The possibility of Michael never making into the Good Place is why Janet [literally] reassemble the Soul Squad - and what they owe Michael is why Eleanor doesn't hesitate to team up with her friends one last time to try and save their favorite former fire-squid. Eleanor POV. ...She just needs to finish that margarita first.

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wrathkitty

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Chapter 26: I Will Know You Forever

Short Debts Make Long Friends: Chapter 26 - I will know you forever

“What are the marriage customs on Earth?” Din asks.

You pull a face, recalling the endless succession of bridal showers you had attended after graduating from college.

“Expensive and overly complicated. What about you?”

“We can say the vows right now, if you like – it’s okay,” he adds hastily as you startle. “There’s no rush.”

“You don’t need an officiant? Or witnesses?” Now you’re genuinely baffled. ‘Mandalorian matrimonial traditions’ weren’t a rabbit hole you wandered down during your late-night scrolling on Wookiepedia. Are they all shotgun weddings? Literally?

"No. Just us.” He sounds amused. “We just need to dissolve the adoption first.”

“Done,” you joke, bursting into peals of laughter. You had completely forgotten about Din ‘knowing your name as his child.’ “I hereby resign as princess of Mandalore, and humbly accept my promotion to queen.”

“Long may she reign,” he intones with mock solemnity. “I suggest waiting to excommunicate Paz Viszla until after the wedding.”

He’s teasing you. He hasn’t done that in forever, not like this - spontaneous and uninhibited.

“I’ve missed you,” you say with a contented sigh.

“I’ve been here the whole time,” he lightly points out.

“You’re different when you’re at the Covert.” You trace your finger over the six-sided diamond on his cuirass, pondering how best to explain. “It’s not a bad different, you’re just more…”

Din tilts his head, curious.

“You’re more formal,” you admit. “And you don’t laugh as much.”

“I do when I’m with you,” he earnestly replies. “I’m the man I’ve always wanted to be when I’m with you, kar’ika.”

Touched, you move to cradle the curve of his helmet, right by his cheek. “You’re stuck with me now,” you promise. “No takebacks.”

Din lets out a quiet chuckle. “I’ll hold you to that. Because I’ve loved you, right from the start.” He speaks in a rasp, his confession brightened by relief and joy as he continues, “Since the night I couldn’t find you in the spaceport. I’ve loved you every day since, and now I can love you without having to hide it.”

Your heart soars, and reaches even greater heights as he carefully tips your chin up with the crook of his finger.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers. “Don’t move.”

Is he going to…?

“You got another surprise for me?” you ask faintly.

“Of a sort.”

The timbre of his voice is uncharacteristically higher-pitched - bashful, even, putting years of hotly debated fandom speculation to bed at last: Din Djarin has never been kissed.

~ 👻 don't forget to reblog and get yourself a snippet from chapter 27 ~

Link to Main fic: Short Debts Make Long Friends - An over-educated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

leithatnight

We’re on one hell of a rollercoaster right now!!! Love it!!! 🤭

wrathkitty

@leithatnight all aboard the angst train! 🫠

leithatnight

Re-read after the excitement of that new trailer!!! 🫶

wrathkitty

@leithatnight

For some reason I’m only just seeing this reblog now. Sigh. Have you made it to see the movie yet?

leithatnight

Do not worry at all!! Unfortunately, I haven’t yet! But I will next week. Have you? What you think of it?

wrathkitty

@leithatnight

it doesn’t quite capture the magic of seasons one and two, but it was still a fun watch, and I want to see it again 😁

pxxplx

Rocky and Grace

Project Hail Mary art Pixel animation

cloudabserk

grace is like rocky be honest am i too clingy? and rocky is like grace i would mind meld with you if i could.

rockytheeridian

(insp.)

rylandsgrace

Project Hail Mary (2026) + Letterboxd reviews

kilgarraara

searching for a memory

sketchupnfries

I saw a comment on one of my sketches if Mark Watney's survival lectures/tips would be on the Hail Mary's ship laptops. I also felt like drawing a lil sketch about Ryland essentially just eating microwave burritos for days.

astrotheyge

'YOU'RE A LONG WAY FROM HOME. I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME TOO.' PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026) COLOR PROJECT + RAINBOW

samecolo

littleredpandanaps

Ultimate cat like behaviour, I love it

wrathkitty

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Ch 27 snippet

“Why did you take off your helmet?” you ask softly.

Din’s eyes open and flicker away. “I’ve never seen you look that scared,” he finally replies, voice stiff.

The hard, thin line of his mouth compels you to drop your gaze, and you look down at the glove in your lap, touched. “Thank you.”

He responds with a barely audible, “You’re welcome.”

Silence descends, by virtue of sheer exhaustion. This clusterfuck of a conversation is far from over, but you’ll have to unpack the rest of it tomorrow.

Din stands and goes to fetch his helmet from where he left it on the dresser, and this time you are mindful to keep your eyes averted. You slump forward with a sigh, propping your chin in your hand. Now what? Go cry in the shower, or wait until morning to sob yourself sick? Both prospects seem equally pointless, and after all the post-explosion shenanigans, it will be a bonafide miracle if you hobble out of bed tomorrow without screaming.

Shower, you conclude. A real one, with scalding hot water and actual soap.

You are bracing yourself for the aftermath of cheap hotel shampoo when Din suddenly chokes out your name in a broken voice — your real one.

You snap your head up, stunned. “How do you -”

The helmet hits the ground, and Din collapses onto his knees at your feet.

“You’ve seen my face,” he pleads, reaching out to grasp your hands in both of his. “You’re seeing it now. What if –” He swallows, fighting valiantly to remain composed. “What if I took my helmet off when it’s very important?”

“This isn’t a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency thing,” you try to explain. “How am I supposed to know what you’re feeling?”

“You always know what I’m feeling, better than anyone else,” he insists. “Better than Grogu, even.”

Your heart sinks. “Oh, Din…”

Acting on impulse, you reach forward and smooth his hair away from his brow, lightly running your fingertips through the overgrown curls. All you want is to comfort him, but this man has been starved, and the consequences are instant.

Din catches hold of your hand and closes his eyes, shuddering as he presses your palm to his cheek.

“Please,” he whispers hoarsely. He opens his eyes again and tightly laces his fingers with yours. “Be with me. I’ll do anything.”

Link to Main fic: Short Debts Make Long Friends - An over-educated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

Tag list - it's a mess. Just LMK if you want on or off. (And please reblog if you think to!)

din-djarins-spouse

Please!?!?! Be with me!!?!? I’ll do anything!?!?!?

Omfg I’m sickkkkkk😭

wrathkitty

I'm going for full on yearning and keyboard mashing in excitement

:-D

#goals

harriedandharassed

Fabulous series……I love Eleanor Please add me to your everything, every time tag list?

wrathkitty

Oh lovely friend, of course! <3

astrotheyge

I like Earth.

bonus:

plutoswarrior

Me the whole time I was working on this: man me and four other bitches on tumblr are going to love this

anyway here's two examples of how Din and Maul's "relationship" works out at first. Din definitely knows more about the odd traits and rituals of so many different people and species across the universe, and Maul knows manners from being raised by Palpatine in Corusant, so sometimes it gets frustrating dealing with eachother.

wrathkitty

@djarins-cyare

this made me giggle

plutoswarrior

Me the whole time I was working on this: man me and four other bitches on tumblr are going to love this

anyway here's two examples of how Din and Maul's "relationship" works out at first. Din definitely knows more about the odd traits and rituals of so many different people and species across the universe, and Maul knows manners from being raised by Palpatine in Corusant, so sometimes it gets frustrating dealing with eachother.

plutoswarrior

Me the whole time I was working on this: man me and four other bitches on tumblr are going to love this

anyway here's two examples of how Din and Maul's "relationship" works out at first. Din definitely knows more about the odd traits and rituals of so many different people and species across the universe, and Maul knows manners from being raised by Palpatine in Corusant, so sometimes it gets frustrating dealing with eachother.

wrathkitty

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Ch 27 snippet

“Why did you take off your helmet?” you ask softly.

Din’s eyes open and flicker away. “I’ve never seen you look that scared,” he finally replies, voice stiff.

The hard, thin line of his mouth compels you to drop your gaze, and you look down at the glove in your lap, touched. “Thank you.”

He responds with a barely audible, “You’re welcome.”

Silence descends, by virtue of sheer exhaustion. This clusterfuck of a conversation is far from over, but you’ll have to unpack the rest of it tomorrow.

Din stands and goes to fetch his helmet from where he left it on the dresser, and this time you are mindful to keep your eyes averted. You slump forward with a sigh, propping your chin in your hand. Now what? Go cry in the shower, or wait until morning to sob yourself sick? Both prospects seem equally pointless, and after all the post-explosion shenanigans, it will be a bonafide miracle if you hobble out of bed tomorrow without screaming.

Shower, you conclude. A real one, with scalding hot water and actual soap.

You are bracing yourself for the aftermath of cheap hotel shampoo when Din suddenly chokes out your name in a broken voice — your real one.

You snap your head up, stunned. “How do you -”

The helmet hits the ground, and Din collapses onto his knees at your feet.

“You’ve seen my face,” he pleads, reaching out to grasp your hands in both of his. “You’re seeing it now. What if –” He swallows, fighting valiantly to remain composed. “What if I took my helmet off when it’s very important?”

“This isn’t a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency thing,” you try to explain. “How am I supposed to know what you’re feeling?”

“You always know what I’m feeling, better than anyone else,” he insists. “Better than Grogu, even.”

Your heart sinks. “Oh, Din…”

Acting on impulse, you reach forward and smooth his hair away from his brow, lightly running your fingertips through the overgrown curls. All you want is to comfort him, but this man has been starved, and the consequences are instant.

Din catches hold of your hand and closes his eyes, shuddering as he presses your palm to his cheek.

“Please,” he whispers hoarsely. He opens his eyes again and tightly laces his fingers with yours. “Be with me. I’ll do anything.”

Link to Main fic: Short Debts Make Long Friends - An over-educated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

Tag list - it's a mess. Just LMK if you want on or off. (And please reblog if you think to!)

din-djarins-spouse

Please!?!?! Be with me!!?!? I’ll do anything!?!?!?

Omfg I’m sickkkkkk😭

wrathkitty

I'm going for full on yearning and keyboard mashing in excitement

:-D

#goals

wrathkitty

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Ch 27 snippet

“Why did you take off your helmet?” you ask softly.

Din’s eyes open and flicker away. “I’ve never seen you look that scared,” he finally replies, voice stiff.

The hard, thin line of his mouth compels you to drop your gaze, and you look down at the glove in your lap, touched. “Thank you.”

He responds with a barely audible, “You’re welcome.”

Silence descends, by virtue of sheer exhaustion. This clusterfuck of a conversation is far from over, but you’ll have to unpack the rest of it tomorrow.

Din stands and goes to fetch his helmet from where he left it on the dresser, and this time you are mindful to keep your eyes averted. You slump forward with a sigh, propping your chin in your hand. Now what? Go cry in the shower, or wait until morning to sob yourself sick? Both prospects seem equally pointless, and after all the post-explosion shenanigans, it will be a bonafide miracle if you hobble out of bed tomorrow without screaming.

Shower, you conclude. A real one, with scalding hot water and actual soap.

You are bracing yourself for the aftermath of cheap hotel shampoo when Din suddenly chokes out your name in a broken voice — your real one.

You snap your head up, stunned. “How do you -”

The helmet hits the ground, and Din collapses onto his knees at your feet.

“You’ve seen my face,” he pleads, reaching out to grasp your hands in both of his. “You’re seeing it now. What if –” He swallows, fighting valiantly to remain composed. “What if I took my helmet off when it’s very important?”

“This isn’t a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency thing,” you try to explain. “How am I supposed to know what you’re feeling?”

“You always know what I’m feeling, better than anyone else,” he insists. “Better than Grogu, even.”

Your heart sinks. “Oh, Din…”

Acting on impulse, you reach forward and smooth his hair away from his brow, lightly running your fingertips through the overgrown curls. All you want is to comfort him, but this man has been starved, and the consequences are instant.

Din catches hold of your hand and closes his eyes, shuddering as he presses your palm to his cheek.

“Please,” he whispers hoarsely. He opens his eyes again and tightly laces his fingers with yours. “Be with me. I’ll do anything.”

Link to Main fic: Short Debts Make Long Friends - An over-educated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

Tag list - it's a mess. Just LMK if you want on or off. (And please reblog if you think to!)

djarins-cyare

THE QUEEN IS RETURNING!!!

Friends, let me tell you, I’ve had the privilege of enjoying much of this chapter already, and I assure you it’s utterly phenomenal! Not just helmetless Din, but touch-starved helmetless Din!!

This is going to be an epic ride, and I am seated.

wrathkitty

omg you guyzzzz

(IDK about the queen part but I think I've caught the vision again!)

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