#Krugga!

[mando-abs]

AHHHHHH congrats on 100 my dear abs - you are the sweetest kindest soul and I love you very much.

May I request some more Din? Your nose job one shot is still one of my all time fluffy din one shot favourites, so more fluffy domestic Din please! 😩

I'm thinking maybe din enlists the help of his little gremlin to put together a surprise for the reader?? Maybe it's her birthday?? But really - whatever you feel like my babe, I trust your beautiful mind 💙

Ugh, LILS! You good ol softy, thank you so much ToT Oh boy, Lils. I may have gone a bit overboard on word count for this request. I don't know what possessed me, but here we are. Hope you enjoy!

A Mandalorian Birthday Surprise

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Din x Reader, no usage of y/n

Warnings: major fluff, mentions of Cara Dune (yuck, i know, sorry)

A/N: some of the food I mention on here is actually from @raiikensmandaloriancuisine , so go check out their recipes here | General Masterlist | Taglist

Sometimes when Din knows you're fast asleep, he likes to search you up on the holonet to see what shows up. Not that he’s looking for reasons to dump you off in the next space port. No, he’s just curious about what information he can find out about your life before joining him and Grogu.

It’s not until he pulls up a minor traffic violation from Coruscant’s police records when he notices your date of birth. Din never really paid much mind about your birthday in the past, different planet rotations made birthdays a bit tricky. However, he never thought to look up your birthday on the Galactic Standard Calendar. And now, your galactic standard birthday is practically slapping him in the face.

Maker, he thinks, it’s today!

Just his rotten luck. As he sits in the cockpit chair, he glances over at you sound asleep in the passenger seat, making snores so soft even his sensors are having a hard time picking them up. You look so peaceful for someone harboring such a personal secret. Din looks pretty statuesque himself in his armor. While normal, the cause this time is from being frozen in horror at the fact that he has nothing planned for your “big day.”

Zip. Zilch.

Why would I make it such a big deal? Din reasons with himself. Obviously, it’s not something you’re concerned with, never mentioning birthdays. I haven’t revealed mine. Why does it matter?

Din sighs quietly. He knows exactly why.

You matter to every rim of the galaxy in his eyes. Every day, it’s like you wake up and make it your personal mission to brighten up Din’s spaces and make his newly found clan whole. You are the missing piece Din never knew he needed. It’s not a question of if it matters, but rather, “is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

Din taps in a new set of coordinates, careful not to disturb you. Luckily, the destination isn’t more than a few hours away. As he issues a few “urgent” messages through his holopad, Din feels a gentle tug on the end of his cape and finds Grogu rubbing sleep from his Krugga doe eyes. The kid makes hushed coos.

Din picks up Grogu and stands up from the seat, cradling him. “Shhhh,” Din hushes, “don’t wanna wake buir.” He stealthy skirts past you and climbs down the cockpit ladder to whisper a bit more freely.

“It’s a good thing you’re up, ad’ika. We’ve got things to make.”

Grogu frowns and murmurs.

“Yes, that includes snacks.”

For the next couple of hours, Din and Grogu both work on their secret birthday projects in their respective corners on the hull. For Grogu, Din sets the child (along with his newly acquired Mantell mix and juice pack) on a bundle of blankets and brings Grogu his meager art supplies. “Go crazy, kid. But remember, think thoughtfully this time.” Grogu doesn’t pay him any attention as he zones in on the crayons, already having a picture in mind.

Din then saunters off to the cargo hold of the hull to the ship’s nano-cooker. There, he prepares a covert celebration classic, Uj’alayi. It’s a dense cake he and his fellow mandalorians-in-arms used to eat on special occasions (for the most part, but when the sweet cravings struck…). The cake itself is composed of whatever preserves and spices you have on hand: chopped nuts, dried fruit, flour, assorted hand-me-down spices from Din’s covert, and (most importantly) the spiced syrup of uj’ayl.

Once the cake is done baking and cooling, Din carefully stashes it away in a nearby empty crate. He quickly puts on a kettle of his usual jana’caf (spiced caffeinated drink, his specialty) to hopefully mask the smell of the cake. When all of his cooking is complete, Din checks up on how Grogu’s progress is coming along. Despite his size and lack of maturity, Grogu makes quite a few wonderful drawings, even a few decorations of his own. But this artistic expression comes at a price. Grogu has trashed his workspace and is now covered in his work and causes Din to frantically clean up after Grogu and his messes.

As soon as Din has gotten the last of the glue off of Grogu’s face, he hears you stirring in the cockpit above. In a flash, he gathers all of the drawings, decorations, and supplies and throws it in the crate alongside the cake. When you descend the ladder, Din resumes wiping off Grogu’s face to cover up his previous actions.

“Hey,” you say groggily, still dressed in your sweats. “What smells so good?”

“It’s probably the caf waiting for you on the hot plate.”

“Oh, thank you.” Din nods your way. You try to focus your eyes on the kettle across the hull as you shuffle closer to it. You get out your mug and pour yourself a cup. It’s not until after you sigh in relief from the first taste of caf that you speak again. “Hmmm, no. I’m smelling something more bread-y. You make bread, Djarin?” You look at the nano-cooker for any signs of baking.

Din panics only a little at your suspicions, but he has been rehearsing this fib since the cake’s cooling. “I made some, what do you call it, pancakes for this one here. I did make you some, but this green gremlin ate them.” Grogu crosses his arm and grumpily babbles at Din for the false accusation. “We’ve run out of ingredients, so I set coordinates for Nevarro to pick up a few things at the market.”

You gulp the cup of caf and set it down. “Sure. Well, good luck trying to avoid speaking to Karga. I’m going to clean myself up.” You make your way over to the fresher but pause in the doorway to look smug at Din. “Oh, you missed a spot, by the way.” Din turns to find he’s been mindlessly moving the cloth in circles on Grogu’s already clean cheek. Dins sighs as you chuckle to yourself as you close the fresher door behind you.

He looks in the kid’s eyes. “You think your buir bought it?”

“Eh.”

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Din has you off on the supply run as he “runs a few errands.” You think to yourself, that’s exactly what I’m doing! He’s been acting really strange since the moment you woke up. When it comes to things that matter to him, Din is terrible at hiding his emotions. What could have gotten him in such a twist?

You mull over all the possible options as you skirt your way over to Greef Karga’s offices. Din can avoid others all he wants, but you try your best to keep in touch with what few allies you have.

You don’t even look straight into his office as you come in since you’re used to these visits. You nearly drop the sack of flour when everyone shouts at your arrival.

“Surprise!”

To your astonishment, you find familiar faces staring back at you: Din, Grogu, Karga, Cara, even that mythrol whose name evades you. Surrounding them are a bunch of hastily put together decorations and lovely child-like artworks plastered on the walls. Desks have been moved to the side as tables of food and drinks have been scattered across the office. The one table they’re huddled around has a sugar-dusted cake filled with nuts and candied fruit front and center.

You can’t believe you’ve forgotten your own birthday, losing all track of time traveling with your Crest companions over the months. What you can’t believe even more is the unexpected dedication you see before you. You stand frozen at the door in content shock.

“It would have been a lot nicer if helmet head notified us sooner,” the mythrol butts in. Cara jabs him in the side with her elbow while maintaining her smile. Din moves from his position by the table to grab your hand in front of you.

“Happy Birthday, ner kar’ta.”

You smile up at Din, and he stands there for a beat before leading you over to your party patrons. Karga beams at you while holding an equally joyful baby in his arms.

“See! I told you Mando had gone all soft on you.”

You continue to look mildly glossy-eyed at Din. “You came up with all this? But I didn’t…”

“You didn’t have to. Besides, I was looking for excuses to treat you anyways.” Din clears his throat, the hard-shelled liar.

“Well,” you smirk at Din, “in that case, I think you’ll find at the top of my treat list is the admission of your own birthday.”

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves here.”

That gets a laugh out of everyone.

Greef Karga chimes in. “Alright, are we just gonna stand here and talk about our wishes or are we going to dig in and relish in them?”

You drop the supplies you were holding in your other arm only to be quickly caught by Din. “Of course! I could eat an entire bantha.”

You spend a good chunk of the day on Nevarro eating and drinking, having a surprisingly relaxing time celebrating your birthday. Din’s cake, amazing. You had your silent reservations about the heavy, fruity, and nutty cake; but the combinations perfectly compliment one another in a sweet earthy way. You make sure to save a large helping of your meals for Din to savor later. You swap crazy mission stories with the company much to Din’s embarrassment (you can tell, his hands can’t keep still). You also carry Grogu around the room to give praise to his wall of artwork as he tries to explain to you the reasoning behind the pieces. You nod, though half of the time you have no idea what you’re staring at. But you cherish the gesture nonetheless.

By the end of your visit, Din speaks to you off to the side of the office. “You enjoy the rest of the party. I’ve got to go take care of something for real this time. See you back at the Crest, mesh’la.” He holds the side of your face before walking out into the streets of Nevarro. When you turn back to the company, everyone (minus the mythrol, who decided to bail after he received the food he was promised) is lined up with gifts. Karga and Cara wiggle their eyebrows at Din’s response. Karga loudly whispers to you. “See...soft.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. What’s this?”

“Surely you know no birthday party is ever complete without gifts.” Karga sticks out a small rectangle of paper to you. The card is a non-expiring coupon for one free couple’s massage at the Twi’lek healing baths. You look confused at him. “For when you figure out when his birthday is,” Karga responds. You awkwardly chuckle at the bizarreness of the gift, but you accept it in hopes to at least convince Din to have a trip there soon. You move on and Cara hands you an expertly crafted yet sturdy dagger. “To keep you safe on those wild missions,” she tells you. You nod and smile in appreciation. Finally, you crouch down to Grogu who’s got his hands behind his back and can barely contain his excitement. You beam at him. “You’ve got more?! I thought the art was your gift.” Grogu giggles and shakes his head. He abruptly sticks out his arm to show you a sealed packet of blue cookies. His gift shocks you the most out of the three. This kid never offers up his food. “Your secret stash? Buddy… Tell you what, how about we split the cookies later and you show me how to fingerpaint like that. Deal?” Grogu nods furiously and runs up into your arms, hugging as much as he can with such little wingspan. You hug the little squirt back as you pick up him and the cookies.

You gather your gifts and food to take back to Din, say your thanks and “see you soon”s to Karga and Cara, and head back home. You greatly anticipate your much needed rest from such an eventful day.

When you open the hatch to the Crest, Din is standing in front of the opening (how long has he been standing here like this?). “Your birthday’s not over yet, mesh’la.” You set down Grogu and your items on the floor of the ship and close the hatch behind you. You notice he has his arms behind him and flash him a coy smile. “It’s not?”

Din responds by handing you a bouquet of a beautiful assortment of wildflowers. You soften at the sight of them and take a deep breath at its fragrant smell “They’re wonderful, Din. Thank you.” He tilts his head off to the side and rubs your hand. “Look closer.”

You examine the bouquet closer and notice what holds the flowers at the stems. Pulling around the flowers, you find a chain bracelet made of the familiar pure beskar silver sheen. In the center of the bracelet, a small mudhorn charm shines back at you.

Din breaks the silence between the two of you. “I know how much you hate necklaces getting in the way when you tinker away at the ship. I uh - also asked the Armorer to leave a few extra spaces to maybe add charms of your own… If you ever feel like it. But, don’t tell her I didn’t give this to Grogu, this technically counts as a marriage proposal in a handful of parsecs. And -” You whip your eyes back up to Din’s nervous gaze, suddenly tearing up at the generous gesture. You cut Din off by wrapping your arms around his neck, still holding the bouquet in your hand.

“It’s perfect Din,” you say, muffled by burying your face into his neck. You break your hold on him slightly to place a kiss on the exposed skin underneath his chin. “Thank you.”

Din processes the notions and holds you back. He sighs in relief and melts in satisfaction behind his helmet. “Of course.”

“Happy birthday, ner kar’ta.”

[provelosaurus]

Can't wait for Nightshift at Krugga's 2

[alejxndra-s]

Nada llega ni antes ni después sino en su preciso momento.

[festeringsilence]

@white-rainbowff and I were joking about how Pellaeon personally screens all potential suitors without Thrawn’s knowledge. Of course, Veers is no exception to the rule, and Pellaeon takes him out for a drink.

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Common Interests?

**Music: ** “Corellian Clearwater Revival” and “The Bith Street Band”. (Severe lack of operatic appreciation - unfamiliar with “Squid Lake”)

**Holodramas:** Behind Enemy Planetary Shields, Bridge on the River Solleu, Krugga Deer Hunter. (Listed several more war films. Lacks variety)

**Hobbies:** Sharpshooting? (rather brutish sport), weapon modifications (again, brutish and work-related), cooking (correction: “Barbecuing”).

Beverage of choice: Beer (Denon swill)

Culinary interests: He just said “Meat”.

Intentions with Thrawn: Content with taking relationship at Senpai’s pace. Is interested in more if Senpai desires (appeared nervous). No interest in children (Good).

Comments:

**Negatives:** Beer/BBQ Person – not sophisticated enough for Senpai

**Positives:** Intentions with Senpai appear altruistic and honorable: face brightens at speaking of Senpai. Is able to pronounce Senpai’s full name correctly.

[polly-chan]

Snk - Tree of life and alchemy

The tree’s symbology converges into two meanings:

- the whole plant is connected to two kingdoms, sky and earth (exchange and need for completion);

- the image of a path, as a process of growth and evolution.

845 in alchemy:

- 8, sovereign → the number of cosmic’s equilibrium, the infinity’s symbol, a cycle with no end. Infinity has a positive nature when it connects to the unlimited, in the sense of openness to transcendence, but it is negative when it falls into a vicious circle;

- 4, builder → associated to the Earth, as the Earth is linked to the four cardinal points North, South, West and East. For the Pythagoreans the 4th or Tetrade represents justice, as it is equally divisible on both sides. One of the symbols referring to the four is the cross, a pre-Christian symbol, the word "cross" probably derives from the Sanskrit krugga (it reminds us to Eren Kruger) which means "stick";

- 5, seeker → the mediator between God and the Universe. It represents life, the man who generates man. The Five is a bridge between the material world and the spiritual world, the Spirit that dominates the elements.

[hypercitigh]

Swaziland record producer G.R takes to skies with new 'Fallen Star' track

Swaziland record producer G.R takes to skies with new ‘Fallen Star’ track

Bhekisisa Mavuso, a young rapper from the Southern African nation of Swaziland has been featured in a new song by DJ Pencil and Krugga. Mavuso who goes by the stage name G.R personally produced this new song which is raking in airplay, with support from DJ Pencil.

According to Swaziland-based G.R, the new song which is titled ‘Fallen Star‘ is by DJ Pencil and features Krugga as well, who is from…

[constuv]

https://soundcloud.com/t-krugga/24hours