#din djarin

[stealingpotatoes]

tfw you find out your peaceful jedi boyfriend uses slurs

(commission info // tip jar!)

[pedgito]

The Mandalorian and Grogu's Pedro Pascal reunites with Grogu during Star Wars Celebration. (source)

[dindjarindiaries]

Just two Din Djarin fans talking about Din Djarin

[eggdrawsthings]

Saw this pic of Pedro and the fox plushie and I just had to draw Din and Grogu real quick 🥺

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[themandaloriandaily]

The Mandalorian Fireside (ambience)

[imherefordeanandbones]

Teaser Trailer for The Mandalorian and Grogu

[kiss-me-muchoo]

the helmet can either stay or go, this is the way

[thefrogdalorian]

Showing the transfomation of The Mandalorian's titular character; from a nameless, faceless bounty hunter walking around Arvala-7 with The Child's hoverpram closed and trailing behind him...

...to Din Djarin, walking into a cantina with his son (the kid he saved and gave a new life to, who he risked everything for and in many ways saved him, too) proudly clinging to his shoulder has been nothing short of beautiful to watch.

Their bond means the world to me. May 2026 cannot come soon enough!

[cozylittlepigeon]

Might I add...

We've gathered here today in celebration of men with pretty brown eyes

[headcanonthings]

[dindjarindiaries]

Here’s the moment where Pedro and I walk down memory lane on an interaction we had 5 years ago… 🤍

(As you see this cross-posted on social media, I once again thank you all in advance for helping me to keep this a sacred safe space so I can share this special moment with you!)

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[penvisions]

shut up, for real *looks at drafts* 👀

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

unfulfilled order. l Din Djarin

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary: you didn't follow his orders, but you didn't think it would end like this

Warnings: angst, one grumpy Mandalorian, tears, being abandoned on a planet, team breakup

A/N: the second season of broken hearts. new character.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

The rain was falling so hard you could barely see more than a few feet in front of you. It wasn't until lightning streaked across the black sky that you saw the Razor Crest in the distance. You were close. The heavy footsteps behind you indicated that Mando was still with you. You hadn't spoken since the incident, but you felt a conversation was inevitable. Not after what had happened.

“You were supposed to stay on the ship,” he growled as soon as the Razor Crest’s bridge closed and you were standing in the dry, warm interior.

You took off your wet jacket and threw it on the floor. “You needed help. Those guys were dangerous.”

“You were supposed to stay on the ship,” the Mandalorian repeated. You glared at him.

"I already told you. Those guys were..."

The warrior took a step towards you. He towered over you, his armor making him seem even larger. Meanwhile, your clothes were so wet they stuck to you like a second skin. The cold slowly seeped through your body, freezing your bones. But fire burned in your eyes, and Mando could see it clearly through the visor in his helmet.

"Once again, you disobeyed my orders," he said. He sounded calm, but you could sense that he was overcome with emotion. "I can't work with you if I can't be sure that you'll listen to me."

“I’ll listen to you if your orders aren’t so idiotic,” you hissed. “You were one against four guys in uncharted territory. Yes, that’s very smart.”

"I've dealt with situations like this before."

"But now you have me. I'm here to help you!"

"So far, you've only caused problems!"

The Mandalorian's last words hung in the air. You stared at him as if you were waiting for him to say more, as if you were challenging him to take up the fight, but he just turned around and disappeared behind the cockpit door.

"Dank Farrik!" you hissed, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to end.

You had been traveling with Din for quite some time now. You had been useful, or at least you had liked to think so, although he had never told you so. You had helped him care for Grogu, you had occasionally done minor repairs to the ship, and in reality you had accompanied him on his quests. You had made a good team. Until now.

The Mandalorian had been cold towards you for some time now, speaking even less and avoiding situations when you were alone. Maybe you had done something wrong? Maybe you had offended him somehow? You weren't sure. The code he upheld was respected by you, the orders he gave were carried out, almost.

“Din?” You noticed him twitch slightly when you entered the cockpit some time later. You were already dressed in dry clothes, but your hair was still damp. “I… I won’t apologize. I did what I thought was right, just like you’ve done many times.”

Silence. His hand, hidden in leather gloves, moved over the panel, pressing some buttons, but he didn't say a word. You folded your arms across your chest and took a deep breath.

"They could have killed you. I couldn't let that happen."

"Baskar protects me. And what protects you?" his voice sounded like a machine, completely devoid of emotion.

"I managed. I managed on my own for so many years. I didn't suddenly become useless because I met you!"

"I don't know how you survived so long being so thoughtless and irresponsible."

You unconsciously dug your nails into your arms harder, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Mando had never spoken to you like that before. He ignored you, and that was even more humiliating.

You wanted to say something. You wanted to make him look at you. You would rather have him yell at you than treat you so coldly.

Finally he spoke, but it wasn’t anything you wanted to hear. “I’ll leave you on Nevarro. Greef Karga will find you something to do. Something that won’t pose a threat to others.”

"You're not serious." You gasped out in surprise. "And you? You'll leave me there? Alone?"

"You'll manage. You've always managed, right?"

You looked at the reflection of his helmet in the cockpit window, not believing what you were hearing. You didn't deserve to be treated like this! You wanted to say something. You were overcome with the urge to shake him, to make him understand that you were only doing this out of concern for his safety.

Mando must have seen the expression on your face in the reflection, because he spoke before you did.

"You should get some sleep."

The soft sound of the automatic doors let him know you had left the cockpit.

"Good to see you! Still hanging around with that armored guy?" Greef Karga's cheerful and deep voice reached you as soon as you set foot on the Nevarro landing pad.

The warm sun was shining on your face, and a pleasant light wind was playing with your hair. The man approached and shook your hand, but after a moment he frowned.

"What happened?" he asked with concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Ask him." You grumbled, nodding towards the Mandalorian exiting the ship. "Maybe he'll tell you more."

"But..."

You adjusted your backpack and headed towards the city buildings. You didn't feel like spending another second near Din. You didn't want to be humiliated any longer.

It wasn’t until an hour later, after you’d showered and prepared a meal, that someone knocked on your apartment door. Karga slipped inside with an uncertain smile on his lips, looking around the modest room. “You know you could always move in here, but I thought you’d choose Din’s house. That’s where you lived before. With him and Grogu.”

“I have no intention of forcing myself on him.” You replied a little more nervously than you intended. “Besides, he made it clear that he didn’t need me.”

“He would never say that.” Greef snickered, but looking at you, he immediately became serious. “He said that? Oh, you didn’t believe him, did you?”

“He was quite convincing.” You were chopping vegetables so hard that at the last second you pulled your hand back so you wouldn’t cut your finger. “I think our partnership is over. If you could help me find something new here, that would be great.”

A large, warm hand touched your shoulder as the man patted you fatherly. “Din must have meant something. He’s changed a lot since you flew with him.”

You turned around, looking at your friend with tears in your eyes. “Do you really think so? For the past few weeks, he’s made me feel like I’m nothing but a nuisance. He doesn’t say anything, and when he does, he just criticizes me.” Your voice shook, but you quickly regained control. “I couldn’t let those thugs hurt him or kill him, I would do it again if I had to. But he… He treats me like I’m just a nuisance or a problem. It was different at first, but now… I have no idea what’s changed.”

"Din can be stubborn. But he never does anything rash."

“Oh, thanks!” you snorted, smirking. “Just find me someone. I’ll hook up with some crew and soon I’ll be completely out of his sight.”

Greef cleared his throat, then added quietly. "Din cares about you, you know that, right?"

"I don't think any of us knew him. I thought I did, but as soon as I did something... Kriff! Just find me a job, okay? I want to get this over with."

Finally, the man nodded, said goodbye, and left you alone. You felt awful. It wasn't until you were alone that you allowed yourself to cry. If you meant nothing to Din, if you were just unnecessary ballast, what were you supposed to do now to deal with all these feelings? You'd never seen the man's face, but you were sure you'd recognize him on the street without a problem.

“Never mind. You’ll forget…” you mumbled quietly to yourself, wiping your cheeks with your hand. “He’s already forgotten about you.”