godslayer1703

[godslayer1703]

My first Dnd Oc: Sir Baphomet the Mad (Neutral Evil Human Paladin), who I love very much. I’ve been working on his backstory and overall character design for awhile, but hopeful this will be the final draft. The words behind him are part of AM’s hate speech from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, who is also his voice claim :3

If anyone wants to know more of his lore, I’ll link the google document for it!

[godslayer1703]

CHAINMAIL VEILS

Star Wars- The Mandolorian Fic

Din Djarin/Female OC

Tags/Warnings (some not in this chapter): Some Angst, Body Guard/Guarded kinda (actually idk what that tropes called), Canon Divergence, Descriptions of violence and war, Descriptions of heavy facial scarring, Self-hate, Bounty hunting, Weapons dealing, PTSD, Din Djarin has anxiety, Masked Characters, Mutual Pining, PG-13 No Smut, Tags will update when I realize I missed one, first time writing in years so it’s pretty cheeks, I’m sorry, currently on ao3

Summary: Bored of life on Nevarro, Din takes a quick bodyguard job for the leader of a weapons-dealing city and finds that she, like him, hides her face. He’s curious to find out why.

CHAPTER 2

After they made the jump to hyperspace and Din put Grogu to sleep, he decided to do some research on his employer. It could come in handy later, he supposed. Carefully scrolling through the data pad, he found an old report of an unknown origin:

“Specializing in the construction of slugthrowers, the capital city Morrow has built a reputation of creating strong, reliable weapons. Since the liberation of its planet, the underground network has been exporting weapons to nearby systems, acting as a third party dealer with no formal alliance.

Duchess Cassandra is the current overseer of all decisions made regarding trade, and in the past oversaw in the battle to free her planet, earning her the nickname “Mother Gore.” A commanding figure, she negotiates all deals herself.”

The report ended there. Strange. Looking through the archives, Din couldn’t find any other information on the city, or even who they dealt with. No other mentions of “Mother Gore,” either. His mind tracked through the possibilities of how such an influential planet had almost zero intel about them, but came up empty.

Giving up on his search, Din put down the data pad and tried to rest, leaning back into the old leather of the pilot chair.

A few hours later, the Razor Crest finally exited hyperspace, and Emmorey was clear in view. The planet was lush with vegetation, with vast oceans and swirls of clouds dotting the surface. It was beautiful.

Greef had told them the city was mostly hidden from view, which was already strange for a capital, but there seemed to be no sign of civilization on the entire planet, not even any clearings in the forest that could have been artificial. It seemed completely untouched.

Breaking through the atmosphere, a control contacted him, requesting identification- the first sign of people on this planet. Responding to the signal, he confirmed his identity and purpose and turned the Razor Crest to head toward an area where the forest seemed to part- revealing a large, wide crack in the earth that looked like an angry God had split it. Tall, dark rock spires that resembled teeth around a Sarlacc pit’s mouth lined the sides, tilting inward. It certainly seemed like a well fortified city from the outside. But what of within? A few ships were flowing in and out, narrowly avoiding the rocks, and Din merged the ship into traffic.

As he entered the cave, the city of Morrow was fully revealed: a vast underground cavern with towering, sharp buildings that reached toward the rocky ceiling, and narrow streets full of markets and people, much more colorful and lively than those on Nevarro. The city was mostly lit by intricate stained glass windows on buildings, giving off a multicolored light. At the far end, a large, dark, angular structure that could only be the Duchess’s castle overlooked it all.

Din had thought the untouched surface was beautiful, but what lay underneath was unlike anything he had seen before.

“Patoo,” Grogu chirped from the passenger seat, large brown eyes wide with wonder. He couldn’t help but smile underneath his helmet.

Turning the ship toward a landing pad to the left of the castle, it touched down on a large metal platform.

Picking up Grogu from the neighboring seat, they left the cockpit and lowered the ramp, and were unfortunately greeted by a protocol droid painted black. As it clumsily waddled toward them, Din’s gloved hand gripped his blaster almost subconsciously.

“Greetings and welcome to Morrow, Mandolorian! Her Grace, Duchess Cassandra, has instructed me to direct you to her as soon as you land. Please follow me.” It’s voice was mechanical and high pitched, and it grated his ears even through the helmet.

“I don’t deal with droids. Is there someone else to guide me?”

“Not at this moment, however I will inform the Duchess of your preference. Follow me, please.” With that, the droid turned and hobbled toward an exit.

Din hesitated before moving, but after glancing down at Grogu in the satchel he followed after it.

After some walking down a dark stone hallway only lit by glass encased candles, they arrived at what Din assumed to be the main entrance.

It was large, with great black arches that looked to be carved from glass lining the walls and ceiling, hauntingly resembling a rib cage. The chamber was dimly lit by several stained glass chandeliers that gave off red and green light, and at the far end, he could see two guards with chain mail draped over their faces holding rifles next to a sharp throne that loomed over a small set of stairs. It was unoccupied.

“Her Grace will greet you shortly. I will exit now,” the droid said, and promptly left.

Now alone, Din turned and further examined his surroundings.

Every window had a delicate stained glass design, some of vibrant forests and others of fire and ruin. They were so detailed they could have been mistaken for paintings from afar, had the soft light glowing through them giving off entirely new colors been absent. Each was a work of art, clearly having months, possibly even years, of hard work and talent put into it. Carefully, Din reached out a gloved hand to trace the delicate metal lines of a flower.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

He whipped around, grabbing his blaster but not unholstering it, and was met with a woman wearing a very wide brimmed, veiled hat standing several feet away. She did not react to his sudden movement, standing still like a marble statue.

This had to be the Duchess.

She wore a black dress with swirling black velvet designs and long, loose sleeves that fell far past her hands. Her frame was lean, but the slight muscles showing through her dress revealed her true strength. Just as Greef had said, her face was completely obscured. The veil lining all the way round her hat was a dark red, and upon further inspection, he saw it had other layers of fabric in lighter shades of blood orange and of varying opacity. Gold charms on chains dangled down like teardrops, each metal piece a small work of art. He could barely even make out a fuzzy silhouette of her head through the veil in the light, which casted a glow from behind her that nearly resembled a halo.

Din had to admit, she was hauntingly beautiful.

“Duchess Cassandra.” Din bowed slightly at the waist, placing a closed fist over his heart. Grogu looked up at the woman with interest.

The woman looked toward the windows, ignoring him.“They made these windows almost a hundred years ago, Mando. When we were still under Imperial rule.”

“They’re amazing,” He slightly shifted his feet awkwardly

She chuckled at his response, or maybe at his demeanor. How did she read me that fast? his body stilled. Normally he kept a closed wall on his body language, but she had seen right through it. Perhaps she's particularly observant. What else did I expect from a gang leader?

“They are. It’s Morrow’s second top export, stained glass.” Her voice was smooth and elegant, projected clearly through her veil. She stopped moving her hand to turn and look at him seriously, the veil of her hat swaying. “But you know the first.”

Din paused, and nodded. He remained silent.

She looked toward the window. “You understand what the job is?”

Another nod.

“Excellent. The meeting isn’t for two days, but we leave for Jarrok tomorrow. You needn’t do much there, just stand behind me and look scary, I suppose,” she said with a light laugh. “To be honest, I really wasn’t expecting a Mandolorian to take the job, but it certainly helps keep up appearances.”

The Duchess paused, suddenly walking towards him, to look at Grogu in the satchel. “Your child, I presume?”

Din stilled, but quickly regained his composure. “Yes.” It wasn’t often that people saw Grogu as his child and not a pet, some even going as far as to attempt to kick him out of an establishment because of it. It never did end well for the offender.

The Duchess leaned forward, veil swaying with the movement, and gently waved out a gloved finger at the child. Din had to stop himself from shielding him away from her.

“Why, hello little one,” she said quietly. Grogu curiously reached for her hand, and held on, prompting her to laugh.

Din definitely wasn’t expecting the Duchess to be this… relaxed. He couldn’t get a full reading on her through her body language, but she seemed normal and calm- kind, even. It was a stark contrast from the several other royals and weapons dealers he had met in his lifetime. Grogu seemed to like her, too.

Straightening her posture, she tilted her head at Din. “We have nearly a whole day to kill, would you like a tour of the city?” She asked politely.

To tell the truth, he would rather go find his room and nap, but he felt strangely compelled to say yes anyways. It could be rude if he said no, too. He nodded at her.

“Excellent!” Clasping her hands in excitement, she turned toward a hallway, which he assumed to be another exit. Before they could walk far, the two guards by the throne made a move as if to follow, but she waved her hand to stop them.

“My apologies, but we won’t be needing you to follow today. Take a break today, you deserve it,” she ordered.

Din was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t known a royal to be this considerate to their staff. To be fair, the royals he knew were also severely corrupted and cold-hearted killers , but still. For a weapons dealing mastermind nicknamed ‘Mother Gore,’ she was awfully kind.

Following her through several long hallways, they finally exited the castle through what turned out to be a back door. They were dumped right on a busy market street rich with color, and immediately the Duchess melted into the crowd and began walking at a leisurely pace. Just like Greef had said, the amount of droids carelessly roaming around was nearly overwhelming, but Din remembered what he was doing and turned to follow her.

Walking to her right and a little bit behind, Din saw her wave at a few people, who greeted her back happily.

“I make an effort to come out here often,” she turned to him and explained, as if sensing his confusion.

“That’s… very kind of you, Your Grace,” he said, and she laughed.

“Please, just call me Cassandra. And it’s my basic duty to care for them, Mandolorian,”

Din tilted his helmet at her. This whole situation was making his head spin- why would a former planet-freeing warrior gang leader nicknamed ‘Mother Gore’ be this nice? He wasn’t sure why this idea confused him as much as it did, but he couldn’t help it. Perhaps he just wasn’t used to it, having normally dealt with vile criminal warlords.

Lost in thought, Din hadn’t realized that Cassandra was no longer walking with them. Panicking, he turned around to find her crouched down at what could be eye level underneath her veil with a small Togrutan child.

“Why, hello my dear! That’s a very nice doll you have, what’s your name?” he heard her say as he approached, stopping to awkwardly stand to her right.

“Mira.”

“Hi, Mira,” she said, and Din could hear the smile in her voice. “It’s very nice to meet you!”

Mira nervously smiled and held out the stuffed doll. It looked to be hand sewn to resemble the Duchess herself, veil and all- albeit rather poorly, but Din could tell effort was put into it.

“For you,” she said nervously, avoiding looking at the woman in front of her.

The Duchess tilted her head up in surprise. “Really? Oh my, how thoughtful of you! I love it, thank you!” Carefully, she took the doll from the child, and reached out her hand to squeeze Mira’s, who smiled happily.

“Mira? Mira!” A woman called from afar.

“I have to go. My mom is calling me. Goodbye!” With a little more confidence, the child waved her farewell.

“Goodbye, Mira! Be safe!” The Duchess stood, doll still in hand, and watched her weave through the crowd towards an older Togrutan woman, who saw her and waved with excitement.

“You really are good to these people, Cassandra,” Din blurted without thinking. His face burned, and he was grateful for the helmet. Why would I say that? Dark Farrik, I used her first name, too. I’m getting fired. His mind was racing.

The Duchess tilted her hat in surprise at first, making his heart sink, but to his relief she laughed. He definitely wasn’t expecting that to happen.

“Mandalorian, I’m not sure where you have been to think a royal doing their basic duties is seen as kind”-she walked towards him, the tilt of her hat making the veil slant- “but I appreciate it nonetheless.” A satin gloved hand lightly laid on his right pauldron, the weight of it making his brain stop working.

Turning away again, Din watched her dark form once again melt into the crowd. Quickly following close behind, they settled into a comfortable silence. Continuing like this for several minutes, they simply walked through the busy market and observed the people and the items they sold, until Cassandra finally broke the quiet.

“Would you like to see the cave systems?”

He had never said yes faster, he thought.

Just like the city and the Duchess herself, the caves were hypnotizingly beautiful.

Tall, jagged stalagmites reached toward the rocky ceiling, some stalagmites growing down to meet them halfway. Large pools of water seemed to glow orange in the dark of the cavern, and through the visor of his helmet Din could see small white fish quickly swimming around, some even jumping out of the water briefly, falling back in with a quiet splash. Echoing through the tunnels, he could faintly hear a waterfall crashing down on stone.

Grogu looked around in wonder, large eyes staring to pick up details in the dark. Cassandra turned to look at them, tilting her hat in what could have been amusement.

“This is one of my favorite places to go after meetings, Mando. I find it quite soothing. Wouldn’t you agree?” her voice echoed throughout the cave, surrounding him in her words.

“It’s amazing,” he breathed quietly, the vocoder of his helmet barely picking up the sound. Carefully reaching out to touch a nearby stalagmite, he felt its rocky surface through the glove.

Grogu wiggled in his pouch, a sign he wanted out. Din picked him up and carefully placed him near the edge of the pool, watching closely. Immediately Grogu dipped a clawed finger into the water, sending ripples spreading outward. The algae seemed to react to it, the glow fading in and out in time- it was mesmerizing.

The Duchess watched quietly from a few feet away, hands clasped in front of her neatly. “Your son…is he adopted? Or do you have great big ears underneath that shiny helmet of yours?” she joked, tone lighthearted like it always was.

Din only hesitated a moment before answering. “Yes- I mean- he's a foundling. Adopted. I…found him while hunting for a bounty.” Shame rolled throughout his body at the thought of admitting the bounty had been on Grogu himself.

She seemed to notice his discomfort, her hat tilting in an almost knowing look, but she said nothing of it, instead turning away to face the pool. “May I ask why you wear that helmet so adamantly?” She asked without hesitation. It seemed she was not one to avoid confrontation.

Din hesitated before replying, “I'll tell you if you tell me why you hide your face.” His palms got sweaty fast. Surely he was overstepping his bounds as a bodyguard asking such a personal question. Not for the first time that day, he was sure he’d be fired. But to his surprise, she only laughed.

“You first, Mandalorian,” she chuckled, squatting down at the edge of the pool to watch the fish, pulling off a glove to touch the water. Din ignored the way his heart fluttered when he saw her bare hand.

“My creed prevents me from showing my face to any living being.” They were words he’d said many times before to many people, but the sense of pride he felt each time had never lessened. The awkward questions never got easier, though. Shifting nervously, he waited for her to ask.

To his surprise, she only titled her hat in mild shock, staying quiet. She didn’t prod at him for information like many others had, and it was a nice change. Maybe she knew the answers, being somewhat like him.

“I suppose it’s my turn to share now, huh?” she huffed a humorless laugh. Leaning back on a rock, she fidgeted with the glove in her hand. She hesitated before speaking, and Din got nervous he’d pushed her to share.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

But she only shook her head, the veil of her hat swaying. “No, I want to tell you. Really. There’s just a lot you need to know first.” Tipping her hat to look in his direction, she continued:

“When I was a young girl, the war was still going on. There were constant Imperial bombings both on the surface and below, and it was destroying our beautiful city. There were fires constantly raging and battles being fought everywhere- it was a difficult time, and my parents tried to keep me in the safest parts of the castle at all times. Back then, I didn’t see sunlight for weeks at a time. Believe me, it was because they cared. But I was young and stupid, and didn’t want to listen, and I went outside.

“I snuck out through the dumb waiter in the kitchen and managed to get out the back entrance; I headed towards the caves, and before I knew it, an undetonated bomb had gone off in the house I was walking past. It took hours for the guards to find me underneath the wreckage.”

Cassandra got very quiet, turning her head to once again face the water, and Din worried he had pushed her into confessing. Before he could take a breath to begin to apologize, she cut him off- “It left… several scars. My parents were quite ashamed of them, and of me, because in their eyes, I represented their failures to protect their city. They made me hide behind a veil, but to tell the truth, I don’t mind it anymore.” She leaned forward to lightly trace the outline of Grogu's ear, to which he cooed and swatted at her hand, while she laughed quietly at his antics.

If she had been upset with the memories of before, Din couldn’t tell now. She seemed to have gotten over it quickly. “I…appreciate you telling me. I understand that this must have been hard for you, and I’m sorry.” He sat down a few feet away from her, watching carefully.

The soft orange light cast a warm glow through her veil and made the golden charms shine, but the darkness of his visor made it difficult to see her silhouette. For the first time, he wanted to take off his helmet to really look at her.

The thought scared him more than he thought it would.

“You’re staring, Mando.” When he came back to reality Cassandra’s veil was turned directly towards him, and he felt his face turn hot under the helmet. Turning away with embarrassment, he heard him giggle.

“Din,” he said suddenly, looking back. He saw her lovely crimson veil tilt in confusion. “My name, it’s Din Djarin.”

She nodded, and he could almost feel the warmth of her smile through the veil. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Din.”

Maybe this bodyguard job wasn’t so bad after all.

[godslayer1703]

CHAINMAIL VEILS

Star Wars-The Mandalorian Fic

Din Djarin/Female OC

Tags/Warnings (some not in this chapter): Some Angst, Body Guard/Guarded kinda (actually idk what that tropes called), Canon Divergence, Descriptions of violence and war, Descriptions of heavy facial scarring, Self-hate, Bounty hunting, Weapons dealing, PTSD, Din Djarin has anxiety, Masked Characters, Mutual Pining, PG-13 No Smut, Tags will update when I realize I missed one, first time writing in years so it’s pretty cheeks, I’m sorry, currently on ao3

Summary: Bored of life on Nevarro, Din takes a quick bodyguard job for the leader of a weapons-dealing city and finds that she, like him, hides her face. He’s curious to find out why.

CHAPTER 1 (updated version)

The skies of Nevarro were dull and cloudy, the sun's rays not quite reaching through the morning gloom. In the distance, the roar of engines could be heard taking off. The market was crowded, the morning traffic beginning to form. Din had just entered the city gate, restless to be on another job after almost two weeks of doing nothing but watch Grogu chase frogs.

He walked through the dull, yet bustling market at brisk pace toward the cantina with Grogu in his satchel, ignoring the pointed stares of passersby. The crowd seemed to conveniently part just for him- his Mandalorian armor tended to draw attention fast, especially in a place like Nevarro.

He hated it.

Continuing to pass through now tightly packed streets, carefully avoiding several bounty hunters that looked particularly suspicious, he finally arrived at the entrance of the old concrete building and stepped in. The overwhelming smell of alcohol and cigars attacked his senses even through the respirator in his helmet. A few patrons at the bar turned to look at the armored man, not bothering to hide their glares. He ignored them, and headed toward the back to find Greef Karga sitting at a run-down booth.

Dressed in new, over the top maroon red robes that flowed over the old seats, he appeared to be busy laughing with a slouched over Rodinian and two humans. Based on the several glasses of spotchka and other empty cups scattered on the table, he could safely assume they were all ridiculously drunk.

“Mando! It’s been a while! Care to join us for a drink? I can even get you a straw!” Greef joked loudly, confirming Din’s suspicions.

“I’ll… pass. I need a job. Something quick.”

He laughed in response. “I get it, too busy to celebrate with a friend! No, all business, this one. Hello again, little guy!” He wiggled a finger at Grogu, who watched him with curiosity. Greef chuckled at him, seemingly delighted in seeing the little creature.

Din sighed. This would take awhile. “Celebrate? Something new happen?”

He leaned back in mock offense, “I assumed you heard! I am the new High Magistrate of this humble city!” As he said it, the three across from them cheered loudly and emptied their glasses in celebration. Greef mirrored it, and heavily set down his cup.

Din sighed again. If he was here for any longer he might jump out the window. “Congratulations. Really. About the job?”

With a bit more clarity, Greef looked up at him seriously. “I’ve currently got two you might like. Both… relatively quick and easy.” He motioned for the three across from him to give them space, and after they left, he continued. “The first option is a just simple bounty- some former artifacts handler that stole a few of his finds to sell on the market. His employer found out and wants him back bad, obviously, because the reward is 10,000 credits. Alive,” he added hastily. “He needs to know where the artifacts were sold, after all.

“The second is a body guarding job for the leader of a weapons-dealer group. You’d be there for five days, but get this-”

“I’ll take the first one. Tracking fob?” Din interrupted. The decision was easy, five days was far too long for him, no matter the pay, and bodyguard jobs were always boring. 90 percent of the time the employer turned out to be a paranoid rookie who hired a bodyguard over nothing.

Besides, a simple bounty hunt would be easy, almost relaxing.

Greef raised his brows in surprise, and there was almost disappointment on his face. “Don’t even want to hear the rest? Fair enough, I suppose. Here’s the fob, last reported sighting on Coruscant.”

Internally, Din groaned. It looked like the job wouldn’t be that easy. Coruscant was the absolute worst city to track someone down in-with trillions of rude, nosy people, constant traffic on every road, claustrophobic underground cities thick with the stench of waste and oil, it was a nightmare without much of a reward.

Normally he would tough it out and do the job, but now that Grogu was with him, he didn’t really feel the need to force himself to do it.

There was a moment of silent consideration. “What about the other job?”

Greef smiled enthusiastically. “I knew you’d want to hear it! Like I said, a simple bodyguard job for the leader of a weapons-dealer group while she meets with other leaders and such. It's in the Outer Rim, the planet of Emmorey, and more specifically the capital city of Morrow. Nice place, really. Great pay, too! Almost too good- 50,000 credits for five days.”

His brows raised under the helmet. 50,000 credits for less than a week? No, something had to be wrong with this. “It does seem too good. Do you trust the client?”

“I do. Very much so, in fact. I've made a few business deals with her in the past, and all of them went smoothly. She governs her people well, too, and seems to have their best interest at heart. Oh, and you’ll love this- the public hasn’t seen her face in two decades. She isn’t a Mandalorian, though, she just refuses to show it.”

Din looked down at him. Even though she didn’t follow his Creed, it was still somewhat… comforting to know he wouldn’t have to suffer through refusing to show his face to his nosy employers, who always had questions and commands to take off his helmet. She could understand him. Grogu seemed to pick up on Din’s interest, and made a cooing noise.

“I’ll take that as a yes! And it seems the little one wants to as well! Isn’t that right, my friend?” Greef leaned forward and continued randomly talking at the child. After a few moments, he looked back at Din.“I knew you’d want to take this job. Saved it just for you, in fact!”

His only reaction was he tilted his helmet away, but underneath he felt somewhat embarrassed to be called out. Strangely, he was also somewhat excited to meet another person that was almost like him. It was a foreign feeling.

———

An hour later, just before boarding the Razor Crest, Greef stopped Din at the flight pad.

“Don’t go just yet! One small thing to tell you,” he seemed almost nervous to continue.

Din’s heart lurched. He knew something had to be wrong with this job, some kind of catch that would make his life even more difficult. Was he not allowed to bring Grogu? Were they Imperial allies? How unlike Greef to tell him that after he accepted it.

Greef seemed to pick up on his slight panic, and quickly reassured him, “Not to worry, my friend, it’s nothing major! But, just so you know, droids are rather popular over there.”

Before, his heart only skipped a beat. But now, it felt as if it had dropped to the floor and been stepped on. Droids. Tilting his helmet and taking a breath, he started to tell Greef he had changed his mind, but the man stopped him.

“Now, now, I know you don’t like it, but for 40,000 credits? It'll be worth it, and I trust the Duchess to understand and accommodate if you’d like. Think of it as… exposure therapy”

Din considered his options. On one hand, he could spend five days on one job and get the pay of four, but on the other he would have to deal with a boring job and droids.

In the end he stayed quiet and let Greef continue talking.

After a few more minor instructions of where to go, Greef bade farewell, and left. After he was out of earshot, Din looked down at Grogu and sighed. “Well, this could be…interesting.”

“Patoo!” Grogu seemed to agree.

Turning back towards the Razor Crest, Din began preparing the ship for the jump to Emmorey.

[godslayer1703]

‼️TW// FAKE DEAD BODY/FAKE GORE‼️

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This is a fun project that I made a few months ago, but I figured I should post him here now that I have an account :)

His name is John Doe, and I made him from a plastic skeleton decoration from hobby lobby, paper towels and glue with a papier-mache technique, and copious amounts of paint for weathering. In total, I think he took about six days to finish, including drying time. I gave him lore, so if anyone want to know more about him I’ll make another post x3