AHUI

Basic Needs; Cool Armor is part of the Resol’nare. It keeps them alive and is a key pillar in their beliefs. Bounty hunting gives a Mandalorian a source of income, also keeps them alive, and being known as part of the greatest warrior’s in the galaxy  just makes it easy for them.

Psychological needs: Novelty Weapons. “Weapons are a part of my religion.” Keeping weapons clean, good, and ready is vital. Respect the weapons. They keep you alive. Jetpack: Really fucking cool. ‘Rising Pheonix,’ like hot damn who wouldn’t want a Jetpack like that. Is also part of their fighting style. “A Mandalorian with a Jetpack is a weapon.”

Self-fulfillment needs: Fatherhood. Jango Fett. Din “The Mandalorian” Djarin. Foundlings are the future. They are everything to Mandalorians. A foundling comes first and foremost. Children are precious. Not every Mandalorian needs to have a child, but hot damn every child needs a Mandalorian Parent. I want a Mandalorian Parent.

Between Jango Fett demanding a son as payment for being cloned and the mandalorian immediately adopting baby yoda I’ve come to a conclusion

Writing is like you’ve found a garden that’s overgrown and unusable.

First you have to cut through to make a path.

Sometimes you’re going to come across a tree or an obstacle, so you’ll have to start a new path or do around it.

You’re going to get tired. You’re going to want to give up.

Eventually you’ll have to go back. Clean up the path. Remove some junk.

Then you’ll bring in the decoration. The bird bath. The flowers.

To finish you’ll add a nice bench and sit down to watch the world you created.

But first you just have to clear a path.

Well hey guess what?

After a lot of struggling and more than one occasion where I went “Hey can I just rewrite this whole chapter?” I finally managed to get another one up for ya!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909794/chapters/72110688

‘what he would’ve wanted,’ is back!! Have fun :)

When the last tree has fallen and the rivers are poison You cannot eat money

this. this this THIS.

I cannot stress how much it makes writers feel GOOD when we see our work validated. Please, just a simple ‘good’ makes our entire day worthwhile. Please, please-

You read a fanfic? Leave a comment. You read some original fics? Leave a comment. You read a short snippet of something? Leave a comment.

Please, please it makes us so happy.

if you read a fic, please just. leave a comment. any comment. you can copy-paste comments if you have to. literally any variation “i read this, i enjoyed this, thank you for writing it.” 

the basic acknowledgement that their work has been read makes a huge difference to a writer’s motivation. 

I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.

Of course not. That’s not a thing you ever plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Sunday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.”

You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.

For the Official Record in case anyone is taking notes, I was not the mastermind behind the whole operation. I wasn’t the main character - I still am not, actually. I’m not even the love interest.

I’m just the guy who ended up being very, very unlucky. Enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

For me, that was eleven a.m. in the playground next to my apartment.

Oh, who was I kidding? I was practically inviting trouble on my doorstep, what with being up at such a godforsaken hour as that.

The morning air was crisp and cold against my skin. My dull grey and ratty jacket was like a teaspoon of sugar against a tablespoon of coffee - not enough to ward off the bitterness.

Goodness, I could so go for a coffee right about now. Not even with any cream or sugar - just the pure black bitterness to maybe send me back a day before this all even happened. Wouldn’t that be grand - I wonder if it were possible.

You might be wondering about now; “Hey, what’re you doing standing in the playground near your apartment at eleven a.m in the morning if you don’t like being awake that early? You don’t even have proper attire against the chill.”

Now that is an excellent question. I had no little kid to watch over - I didn’t have a partner, and I didn’t really plan on having for the next few years or so. I didn’t even have like, a pet or something that I had to take out for a walk. I lived alone.

Oh no, I wasn’t standing there because I had to watch over someone. I was standing there because I was looking for someone. Or rather, something.

I was looking for the magical arrowhead that I’d been forced to buy on the internet that morning.

I didn’t even know what an arrowhead was before that morning.

This is the land of the mythical.

Of the Real and of the Unreal. Of the Dead and the Living. Of Flight and of Speed and of the hidden world of the Sea.

This is the land of the Legends. Where Stories are not stories but truth. Where the alleys are alive with Night Creatures. Where the mornings are adorned with faeries. Where the Ocean is breathing with it's life.

Where the Dead are not truly dead - not yet.

Welcome to Disnoream.

"I didn't plan on being a wanted fugitive."

It’s the Little Things

Little delightful things: Cat. Battle. Armor.

So funky it hurts

Please get him a little sword actually

He’s going into the tavern soon to find his next quest

She’s ready for Warrior Cats Part VI: The Cat-O Period

Bonus:

Low Budget Version

quick “STOP THE COUNT” meme dump so I don’t lose these gems

tags