Moderndayscribing - Scribing Away Little Chips In The Wall

You ever just press the side of your face into an entire Very Patient Cat and listen to the ocean inside

Bless the nonbinary questmaster

"If you don't take care of yourself, then I will."

Always reblog the nonbinary questmaster

I love those AUs where it’s like, set in a modern/earth setting and everyone has normal-ish jobs and lives. Mandalorians being one massive motorcycle gang and Luke Skywalker being a kindergarten teacher/owning a flower shop/literally anything else AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Most of these usually turn all the less humanoid characters into humans and I totally vibe with that, especially the decision to change Grogu into like a normal human baby to fit in with the whole setting.

But I see your “Grogu is a human baby” and raise you “Grogu is still how he looks like in the show (green, big ears and all) but nobody mentions it”

Some random, pointing to Grogu: “What is that?”

Cara Dune, Officer of the town of Nevarro or Sumn: “That’s Mando’s boy.”

oh my god OP

OP

You can’t just give me this opportunity and expect me to let it be 

oh my god

mind if I switch it up slightly? yeah? okay great anyway-

There’s a man that stands in the alleyway.

He stands with his blaster out. His grip is relaxed - experienced. His shoulders are tense and his stance ready - also experienced. 

Grogu, hidden in an alcove of the wall and staring down, should’ve expected this. This man wore Mandalorian armour. Whether or not he earned it or stole it, he would need the skills to even get a hand on the beskar.

(Other Mandalorians might not have the skill to get the Beskar)

And certainly not so much of it. The armour is silver and unpainted. Grogu has half a mind to try and shoot him in the leg guards just to see if those were beskar too.

But he’s not a fool. Mostly.

Grogu wears beskar too. He has had it reforged to fit him; the armour of his late father. He wears it with pride and guards it with ferocity, like how his father had done before him, and how every Mandalorian has done, had done, and will do.

He walks the way of Mandalore. Not many do.

Grogu’s job is to make sure this man does.

He whistles a long, low tune.

The man jolts subtly - surprised. He whistles back.

Grogu finds a tug of a smile on his face. It would be good to have another addition to the covert, to the people. Mandalorians were strong alone, but they were stronger together.

His helmet whirrs softly. A signal that it’s efforts of connecting to the man’s helmet were successful. Good; Grogu needs the privacy of the comm channel for this next bit.

“Su cuy’gar (Hello; You’re still alive),” Grogu says into the link. He snorts, amused as the man jolts again. “Relax, I’m just in your helmet.”

The man does not relax, but Grogu didn’t expect him too. The phrase ‘I’m in your helmet,’ is not meant to be calming.

“I didn’t...know there were other Mandalorians here,” the man replies.

Grogu frowns. His voice. His voice is familiar - it tugs at him, it hurts. Grogu blinks slowly; now taking in that armour slowly. With every second that passes, Grogu finds it harder to breathe.

His gaze finally falls onto the man’s pauldron, and his signet.

“You’re not from here...” he breathes.

The man tenses further. “No...I just landed on this planet-”

“You’re not from here,” Grogu interrupts him, drawling his voice out. His mind is whirling. He chances a glance into the Force and is nearly knocked over by the sheer intensity of wrong.

The man is not from here - and more importantly, he’s not supposed to be here.

“Take off your helmet.”

The words are out of his mouth before Grogu even registers he opened it. He winced in the dark shadows of the alcove. If he said it to any other Mandalorian, he would’ve gotten a blaster shot right in the beskar and would’ve deserved it.

Understandably, the man tenses. His grip on his blaster tightens. Grogu remembers the skill the man has-

Grogu remembers.

Grogu remembers this man.

The man with the mudhorn signet.

Grogu steps out of the alcove. The man instantly shifts his Visor to stare at him - and Grogu can see him physically recoil in shock.

Wordless and swift - then Grogu stands on the floor of the alleyway. The man is taller than him (everyone is taller than him) but Grogu’s own Visor meets the man’s unflinchingly.

That’s a lie. Grogu is shaking. His breaths sound too loud and instinct calls for him to calm down.

The man is silent as he stares down at him. Grogu can see his blaster shake.

Grogu expels a sharp breath of air. He reaches up to his own head and takes off his helmet in one clean swoop.

His ears twitch - uneasy and unused to being out in the open like this after so long. His being screams at him to put it back on, but he grips the side of his helmet and forces it to be quiet.

The man. The man doesn’t speak. Grogu doesn’t even know if he breathes.

“...Grogu?”

Grogu’s helmet falls from his hands as Buir (father) takes off his own.

“Buir-”

Grogu’s father - Din Djarin - a man who died when he was a child, rushes forward to catch his son as Grogu falls to his knees.

Din: Who are you and where did you get that pendant?

Grogu(Teen): *takes his hood down* My name is Grogu and I am from the future.

Time travel AU

britney spears has lost the court case, again, to end her father's conservatorship over her, and it makes me so fucking SAD that no one is in her corner, apart from like... britney stans that the rest of public opinion and internet treats as a joke. hashtag free britney itself started as a joke. meanwhile, she's now saying that she will not perform any more as long as her father has control over her, and still, no one seems to be in her corner. she has been infantilized since the beginning of her career, and her mental breakdown added that extra ~insanity~ layer to it all, thus turning her into someone who is treated condescendingly, with pity, with sarcasm, like a lobotomized version of her former self performing for others to make fun of her. but she is not given empathy. where is the fucking compassion?? not even out of nostalgia for a pop icon formative for an entire generation, in the full meaning of the word? who is having britney's back?? she deserves so much more.

it’s very important that i know whether or not Luke Skywalker is a dumbass or no

How smart is he on average

it’s totally work related

losing my mind at how Mandalorian Grogu would be the shortest Mandalorian ever

like full grown Yoda was like what, barely waist high? You’re just chilling in the cantina when you hear a blaster click behind you, and you hear a monotone “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” and you turn around just to see this small ass mf holding you at gun point

have

days

applause

“Fate is never tardy. But perhaps, sometimes, it can be a bit early...”

Death turned their hooded head towards the open night sky. Breathing in a long, satisfying breath. “Finally,” they murmured. “Things are finally falling in place.”

What’s this? An actual, plotted story? A patreon page? Exclusive works that I probably won’t share anywhere else? A hidden message to please please at least check it out?

I actually have two works to be posted regularly on my patreon page! One that is already up for you is THIS!

A story about the Four Horsemen. Spoiler alert, things aren’t falling into place. The first chapter is already up there, and ready to be read!

I talk a bit more about the second story on the page as well! :)

https://www.patreon.com/modernscrib3