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Blaster - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Three of Pedrotober: Din Djarin Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Rating: The fluffiest fluff that ever did fluff.

Word Count: 1261

a/n: I actually really want a Loth-cat now, despite the fact that I already have three very real cats. I need more, obviously. Also writing this was wild for me because I got my start in writing by writing Star Wars fanfic, and...have since forgotten all proper terminology. Oh well. Also breaking some mando rules here but we don't care because we just want to see our man's face!

You heard it before you saw it, lurking somewhere in the house and waking you from slumber with the loud clang of something crashing in the kitchen. Din was out of bed in an instant, blaster already in hand as he rushed from your bed in the direction of the noise. Your first instinct is to check on Grogu, but you breathe a sigh of relief when you find him still peacefully sleeping in his hammock.

Another crash echoes down the hall, causing you to wince, but Grogu thankfully doesn't stir. When you make your way to the kitchen, you find your partner standing in the middle of the room, a grumpy expression written all over his face. There's a spattering of pans littering the floor around him, the obvious cause of the noise.

"I think it's a Loth-cat," Din explains, eyes still darting around the room trying to catch a glimpse of the creature. "Pretty sure it went behind the table."

You move toward the table in question, crouching down to look beneath the surface, to find what can only be described as the planet's most adorable Loth-cat. "Found it," you inform him with a hushed tone, trying your best not to scare the creature further. Bright beady eyes stare at you fearfully, but you coo at it, reaching out a cautious hand for it to sniff.

At first, the cat begins to inch toward you, but the second Din stops at your side, it backs closer to the wall. "It's gotta go," he reminds you, already aware of the thought lingering in the back of your mind. "It cannot stay here."

"Din," you look at him with indignation. "She's so cute though."

"I don't care if she's cute," he insists, already heading toward the storage room around the corner. You know he's gone to grab one of the many traps he has stored there, remnants of a life he no longer lives. "It's got to go."

You sigh, turning back to the cowering creature. She slowly works her way toward you again, less hesitant now that Din has left the room, sniffing at your outstretched hand. There's a flinch that runs through her body when you reach further to scratch along her massive ears, but then she relaxes at your careful touch.

When Din reappears with a cage in hand, you've already got the Loth-cat in your arms, more than content to accept the cuddles you willingly provide. "See, she's nice," you assert, a pleading tone to your voice that instantly makes him frown.

"We are not keeping the Loth-cat," he repeats, setting the cage on the table and opening the top. "Put her in."

Your eyes narrow, "and where do you think you're going to take her?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Away. Just far enough that she won't come back." You refuse to move for a moment, waiting for him to agree to the remainder of your silent request. He sighs, "and I'll make sure it's a nice area where she'll have plenty of food and water."

"And shelter," you add.

"And shelter."

"Dank farrik," Din mutters are you make your way around the side of the house. His voice is muffled by his helmet, worn whenever he's outside in an abundance of caution, even if he's already broken the creed for you, but it only takes a second for you to determine the cause of his frustration.

The Loth-cat is back.

While you and your partner worked on the exterior of your small home, Grogu had taken to playing in the yard, doing his best to stack rocks into towers using the force, which he'd then promptly knock over before beginning again. Now, however, he was strictly focused on moving the small rocks around while the familiar creature chased them across the dirt.

"She's back!" you exclaim, setting down the equipment box you'd been carrying. "How far did you take her last night?"

"Not far enough, obviously," Din mutters, heading toward the speeder where the crate still sits. You move closer to Grogu, quickly scooping up the cat in your arms. She wrestles with you until she realizes who has captured her, promptly settling into your embrace with a soft purring noise.

Grogu watches with curiosity, reaching one of his tiny hands out toward her. You drop to the ground next to him, crossing your legs underneath you as you teach him how to gently pet her fluffy, spotted ears the way you've already determined she loves. "Careful, Grogu. We want to be gentle."

He shies back when the Loth-cat makes a grumbling noise, directed not at Grogu, but at Din, who has reappeared with the cage in hand. "Come on, put her back in."

"Din, she obviously found her way back to us for a reason," you point out, determination beginning to set into your shoulders. "Plus, I think it would be good for Grogu."

You can't see his expression, hidden by his helmet, but you know his eyes are rolling. "In the crate, now," he instructs again.

"You're really going to make me put her in there?"

His nod is almost imperceptible, but another moment of silent understanding passes between you, and you let Grogu pet the cat once more before carefully placing her behind the wire of the cage. "Food and water," you insist once more, closing the gate as you stare at the man you love.

"And shelter," he repeats back, loading the cat into the speeder as you hoist Grogu into your arms, the two of you waving goodbye until the dust settles around you.

"No."

"Oh come on. This is the third time she's shown up here, Din. And just look at them." You point at the way Grogu is curled up with the Loth-cat in his hammock. How they both managed to fit in there, you're unsure, but stranger things have certainly happened in your lives. "I think she's meant to be here, with us."

Your partner retreats from Grogu's room and moves to sit on the edge of your bed. "That or she just wants our food."

You tilt your head in agreement as you sway closer to him, standing between his spread legs to rest your arms across his shoulders. "Perhaps. But she obviously makes Grogu happy. And she makes me happy, and I think she'd make you happy too if you just let her."

"It's a Loth-cat." He's unimpressed by your reasoning. "One that clearly doesn't know how to stay away."

"Can you blame her? I couldn't stay away either," you point out, cupping his face in your hands to ensure he's listening.

Din shakes his head. "That's different. You're not a cat."

"I think I can be a lot more cat-like than you think," you challenge before climbing onto his lap, curling around him, and kneading your fingers into his back. He's laughing before you know it, and as he falls back against the bed, taking you with him, it's already obvious that you've won the argument.

"I'm not going to be the one feeding her or brushing her or cleaning up her fur, got it?"

You nod, kissing him on the cheek as he rolls you onto your back. "Got it. Only ask you to feed her and brush her and clean up her fur."

He rolls his eyes for you to see this time, but kisses you anyway, and if you happen to find little Blaster curled up in his lap more often than not, you don't say anything about it.

[zebarius]

Baby Krayts Paz & Din

Fanart for the fic, "They're Gonna Give You Hell" by unlimitedInk, where Paz and Din are adopted by a red krayt dragon. I decided to take it a step further and actually turn Din and Paz into baby krayts.

I may have took some liberties with what baby krayts would look like, but I'm very pleased with the outcome.

I imagine that Grogu would be one of three things in this scenario. One: an egg that these two carry around wherever they go. Two: a very small and cute green lizard-- maybe a gecko. Or three: our regular ol' Grogu who's somehow ended up with baby krayts as his guardian angels. (Which is perhaps the most hilarious of the 3 options.)

[vivobandito]

Baba Yaga and his little forg

[mrfandomwars]

Hear me out, instead of making the New Mandalorians villains just as bad as the Death Watch and that the True Mandalorians are the 'good guys' whenever people want to mix canon with legends...

... make them good friends with the True Mandalorians.

Adonai and Jaster having been Good Friends maybe more with Adonai, both former traditionalists who maybe wanted to change Mandalore for the better (even if Jaster Insists he just wanted to reform the Bounty Hunter aspect of the Mandalorians at first) that were maybe introduced via Jango's Father

(more under the cut)

You want Jaster to be the Mand'alor but Adonai has been stated to have been it? "It's your turn to deal House X, so congrats on your coronation" or even Jaster who Refused to take the crown for whatever reason - maybe Adonai had already been Mand'alor for a while and thus he felt like it was stealing the title from someone who was Trying to change, so even though Adonai was 'officially' the Mand'alor, Everyone knew Jaster was the true one

War against the Death Watch or Traditionalists? War against the Traditionalists, but the group closer to Tor was called 'Death Watch' (and years later, Satine assumed that the terrorists group had named themselves after that group and weren't the remains/the group reborn when their attacks were nothing more than vandalism and propaganda up until the clone wars - as it is )

Talking about Jango and Satine - consider them not Hating Each Other but having been Friends that were slowly changing because of the horrors they faced in the war, especially if they were Both target and had to go on the run

You want to go with a more reasonable/fanon like Jango but still keep aspects of how he was in the legends? Make Jango having been the reasonable one who, although knew sometimes he would have to get dirty, still wanted to at least try to talk to the traditionalists and convince them to switch sides at very least because there already has been too much death while Satine is the one who wants to get Done with the traditionalist who keep destroying their planet and killing their people, who wanted to KILL TOR after he killed her Buir (and thus have it be a problem in the year on the run, because she keeps trying to go to where the Death Watch are and putting )

and then you can have them both Change with the horrors of the war:

Satine (who maybe made it her mission to bring back plant life in an almost destroyed Kalevala, if you mesh Canon and Legends together) becoming more and more horrified with the violence in the war to the point where she is too traumatized to take lives, even if to defend herself and too tired to want to continue with war in the end after so much losses (her father, Jaster, the betrayal of Montross, the death of her other sibling) (just like it was implied in TCW) that she just wants to get done with and rebuilt, even if it means having to be nice to the traditionalists who did so much damage and letting them have the least affected planet/moon of all mandalorian system and be independent and let some criminals get away with things because if they tried to judge them it would just kick start the war again of at least cause more death because they Wouldn't go down nicely

Jango slowly losing his hope of a peaceful resolution and having to accept that the violence is necessary to to protect the people he loves, that he has to make sure that they are taken out and stay down, that they Don't get back up. Jango who is Angry that they are going to let the traditionalists go and get all the nice things while they get with the destroyed planets (feel free to make maybe Concord Dawn's broken planet situation have become Worse because of the war, bc if in TCW it was bad enough to turn Mandalore into a toxic waste planet then that can happen) and they get away with shit while the non-traditionalists are left to deal with the destroyed cities, the sick, the injured, the lost and the dead, all the while have Very Few resources

Or even if you don't want to go this route, it's fine!!! Just consider it!!! Them being friends instead of enemies!!!!

Oh, want to know about how Jaster died? Maybe Adonai died first and Jaster was left as the Mand'alor (either to take the title or as the solo one) and stayed behind with Qui-Gon (who... probably stayed with Obi-Wan and Satine in canon but I See Y'all Fanfictions so maybe he stayed behind to help throw off the location of the heirs and Mand'alor) and Jango ends up blaming Qui-Gon/the Jedi for Jaster's death because Montross was Also by Jaster side and Yet Montross passed unoticed, even if he interacted with Qui-Gon at least once a day

Want to drag more of Jango's story in Legends? Easy, after the war, as he couldn't support what Satine was doing i.e. letting the traditionalists go unpunished or at least not taking More from them, he left and maybe he wasn't the only one.

Maybe he had a group with him and after a while the accident of the comics happened, except this time it hurt More because he already knew Jedi and this was Another betrayal and maybe the events happened differently (maybe instead of being the Mandos shooting first, it was one of the hidden Death Watch member's shooting it or maybe it was Tor Vizsla (who maybe was the only one of the original leaders of the war to survive, so an Extra blow to Jango and Satine, who lost their parents to him) leaving someone cut in half with the Darksaber and thus making it seem like it was the Jedi who started it first) but still ends up with the same ending:

Jango and Silas being the only survivors, with Jango being sold to slavery, escaping and then killing Tor (...the DW probably lied and said he died in his sleep peacefully)

Oh, but then why did Obi-Wan and Jango not know each other? Jango is a common name, he changed his armour paint and during the war he went by Jango Mereel, so "Jango Fett" while raising an eyebrow not enough to make it clear that Jango was the Jango that Obi-Wan knew.

Also Obi-Wan would be Petty enough over Everything (including the clones thing) to refuse to acknowledge Jango as Jango Mereel until Jango admitted it too, and Jango is Stubborn enough to not give up

Or even Jango and Satine went different ways to make tracking them harder so while Obi-Wan and Jango heard about each other they never really met in person

...Don't want to go this far in planning? Then consider Jango's story happened a bit earlier, Adonai was one of the few True Mandalorians left alive and one of the highest ranking Mandos left so he had to take over when the Death Watch wasn't giving up thus dragging the war until they were *forced* to stop.

[adragonsfriend]

Just for the record, whenever I say things like “screw mandalorian clone things, they do blank instead,” I dont particularly mean it. Manalorian clones and all the world building done around that idea is really cool and I enjoy it a lot—I just also think it’s neat to get outside an idea that’s become so common in the fandom, and also I just realized characters knowing less about “their” culture—or a culture they have some kind of right to but not knowledge/experience of—than another character they encounter is deeply interesting to me. Call it having parents who immigrated but also kinda assimilated/got used to the US before I was forming memories and are weird people in general vs. little me with social anxiety trying to figure out which things that I was embarrassed about them doing were (a) even weird in the first place, (b) happening because they weren’t American, (c) happening because they were just weird, (d) weird of me to be embarrassed about at all.

It’s just a weird in-between place to exist. But anyway

Mando clones are cool. My clones (not my clones like clones of me that would be a terrible idea) tell ghost stories about sea creatures instead of therapy, and they dont give a fuck about armour except of course for when they do

[moonagedaydream22]

Who knows more about Manalorian culture and the history. And would they like to talk about it with me. Not to mention Jedi culture and history. Don't forget to mention Jedi vs Manalorian wars

[kingsonne-zedecks]

Thinking about the Star Wars fic community and how much I love it.

I go on ao3 and I filter so heavily the things I am not interested in, but it makes me happy that they are there. Like, be free you little funky Reylo writers, Finn/Poe shippers, Manalorian/SI authors. Like there are so many people for whom that is Star Wars.

There are people who write Clone Wars fics, or OT stories. There are people dedicated to Disney Canon and people clinging to the old Extended Universe and people who craft their own blend. People that treat George Lucas's word as authoritive and people who ignore him altogether.

I love that a mythos and history was initiated by one author and then built on by hundreds of others to describe the culture of Tatooine slaves and slaves throughout the galaxy. I love stories that dig into the themes and implications of the movies in greater detail than a film has time to manage.

I love that to this day there is a dozen different views on what Balance in the Force should mean, about light and dark and good and evil.

I love the richness of viewpoints and perspectives, and the conclusions about the universe that those perspectives lead authors to write.

I even love the bizarre thing that happens sometimes in some fandoms, where stories might inspire a reader who has never been a viewer to become a writer. I love that people can look at Obi Wan and want to write about him, and pull their knowledge of his childhood from fics inspired by fics written by books that they have never read.

I find the shift in headcanon, fanon, and false canon to be fascinating. The moment where and author creates something that resonates so well with the readers and the setting that its like a puzzle piece sliding into place. A thing that canon didn't know it was missing. Something that readers will occasionally discover that, no, that isn't canon, it just felt like it belonged so much that it blended in.

Its all so different and its all so Star Wars to me.

[thewriterowl]

The real question is have you played the Mando mod for stardew valley? It adds the manalorian and grogu as npcs, has the razor crest behind the community center, you can have a lightsaber and marry din. I haven't played it yet because moding scares me but if there are any mods I want to play that's one of them.

I have not! I only have Stardew on the switch lite, so I don't think I can do mods (and knowing me I'll make it break; I am so unlucky with tech). But ugh that would be so cool to be able to do that!! I want to marry Din D:

[shaakti1138]

EXACTLY! This year marks the 20 years of ROTS and we still don't have a canon Grievous origin story (yeah, I know about those little snippets in "Helmet Collection" and "Age of Republic"). Not to mention his species - the Kaleesh. Since Disney took over almost thirteen years ago, we had two (gasp!) of them - one extra in the "Resistance" and Dumas Mar'Ti in one short story.

Like, I know Filoni likes to play only with his toys, e.g. the characters he likes (Manalorians, Ahsoka and Nightsisters), but come on. We, Grievous' fans are out there too!

A series about Maul? A series about Ventress and Cad Bane? When are the grievous fans getting fed?

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

A Lesson In Mando’a [Din Djarin x Reader]

Title: A Lesson In Mando'a Summary: You'd been a bounty hunter most of your life; you were use to sleeping rough, fighting for your life, the harsh realities of life. What you weren't use to was the soft feelings of comfort, the warmth of a family. Warnings: Like one swear word I think ? Request: N/A

A/N: I posted this about half an hour ago, but it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so hopefully this one does! 

A/N 2: Let me know if you have any other Din or Star Wars requests!

PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Tradition PART 3: A Lesson In Touch

Din Djarin~A Lesson In Mando'a

Despite not fully understanding 'the Way', you had come to respect it. You particularly admired (almost envied) the beskar armour that came with it. It was certainly one of the better perks that came with being a Mandalorian. That, and the instant fear reaction most had whenever the Mandalorian walked into the room. Din (you had recently learned that was 'Mando's' real name) was quite a character as he strode into any cantina. He drew the attention of many patrons that occupied the bar, whether they chose to avert their eyes or stare at him. His shiny new beskar, along with the menacing helmet, was quite a sight to behold.

         And, yet, you found yourself -on more than one occasion- staring at the Mandalorian with admiration... Affection almost. You knew it wasn't allowed. It wasn't compatible with Din's lifestyle, nor yours; it didn't make any sense, logically. On the surface, you knew that, but deep down you longed for a connection with the Mandalorian, one that served as more than a business deal, or an alliance of convenience. For a while, you had tried to asses Din's feelings about you.

        At first, you were pretty sure he hated you: you did, after all, steal a bounty from him. It wasn't your fault that both your employer at the time and the guild he worked for had given you the same target, and it certainly wasn't your fault you were faster. As soon as you had caught the target, you were out of there: you knew of the Mandalorian's reputation, and you were smart enough to not want to fight him head to head. You didn't get to meet Din face to face until you had both been in the same town, both being hunting down by the Imps. You'd helped him escape them directly, and he'd offered you a lift in his ship, the Razor Crest. And, then you met his son... And, kind of never left.

        You'd intended just to leave as soon as you can, to be dropped off at the next planet. You didn't want to over stay your welcome; your companion didn't seem like the type to host company. Though, if you were being honest, you didn't think he'd be the type to have a child either. He was cute: the child. And, while you didn't have many parental feelings, you had to admit the little green gremlin was pulling on your heart strings.

        You sat in one of the chairs in the cock pit, with Din in the main front one flying. You suspected he'd put you there so he could keep an eye on you. And, while you couldn't blame him, you did start to feel tired. Did this ship even have beds? It didn't seem like a traditional living vehicle, definitely not built for comfort. Your eyes scanned around the cockpit, wondering if you could sneak down to the hull and take a nap there. While your eyes were wandering around, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye: the child. You smiled at him as he gazed a you. He turned his head slightly, his ears flopping to one side. The child looked curiously at you: you were a stranger, and you doubted he'd interacted with many people besides the Mandalorian. He seemed quite protective over the kid.

        Before you could realise what was happening, the child had wandered towards you and was reaching up at you. You hesitated for a second before picking him up. You didn't want to offend Din by over stepping any boundaries, but who could say no to those big, pleading eyes.

        You held him carefully, gently placing him in your lap, being mindful of how small he is.

        "He seems to like you," Din murmured.

        You jumped, a little bit startled; you'd be trapped in the moment, your eyes trained on the child. He smiled up at you, enjoying being held, and the feeling of warmth. You imagined your robes were much more comfortable than the beskar.

        "Huh, I'm usually not good with kids, but he is a cutie," you smile up at the Mandalorian, "Is this what you look like under the helmet?"

        You feel him tense up.

        "Sorry I didn't mean offense by it," you pause, pursing your lips.

        "No, its fine. Not too many people make jokes with me, that's all," he reassured.

        "Well, no offence, you don't seem like the joking type," you shrug, "Or, maybe, who knows: you might be laughing under there all the time and just nobody can tell."

        "Yeah, I'm the life of the party," Din dead panned.

        You chuckled a little, and although you didn't know it at the time, Din's heart skipped a beat. 'That was weird,' Din thought, 'That's never happened before...' He tried to bury it, hide the thought away, as he did with a lot of his emotions. This one, however, seemed to stick around.

        And, so did you.

        It had been a few months since you'd joined him. Originally, you offered to help on jobs, fix the ship, take care of the child, whatever he wanted- to repay him for stealing his bounty. Well, that's what you told yourself. Originally, you believed you were in his debt, but over time you grew more and more fond of his company- and the child of course. He was adorable, and he offered a light distraction from the chaos the universe seemed to be in. Not to mention, your growing affection for the Mandalorian was keeping you pleasantly occupied.

~~~

Din was off hunting a bounty. Usually, you'd go with him, but he had insisted it would be an easy job. Besides, you weren't going to fight him on this: you liked spending time with the kid, and it'd give you some time to catch up on your sleep. The Crest wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, and you always felt slightly on edge because the Mandalorian practically slept battle ready. It was the perfect excuse to have a rest day- those came few and far between.

        The Razor Crest was parked safely in a remote location, with all security measured engaged. You told yourself it would only be a small nap. Besides, the kid was tired too. You'd fed him recently, and he always napped after food. If he was tired, you might as well sleep beside him- for his comfort, of course.

        Originally, you were going to put him to bed in the little make shift cot Din had made for him, but you figured he'd be just as comfortable in your arms. You made your way up to the cock pit. It was nightfall, and the stars visible from this planet were quite a sight to behold. Gently, you held the child and began explaining to him all the different star constellations, and what they meant. You weren't sure he understood basic, but the way he looked up at you, and then to the stars, you figured he was understanding something.

        "And, this one," you pointed out a large cluster of stars, "Is called 'The Warrior', just like your daddy, little one. That one is 'The Queen,' and this one-"

        You stopped yourself. The kid had finally fallen asleep. You gently wrapped the blanket around both of you, and leaned back into the chair. Within a couple of minutes, your eyes had drooped, and sleep had overcome you. Before you completely drifted off, you had one thing on your mind: you hoped you would see your dear Mandalorian soon.

~~~

When the bounty hunter turned dad returned from his latest outing, he was tired. He threw the bounty into carbonite, and trudged further up the ship. It was only after he'd had a moment to breathe, that he realised there was no sign of you- or the child. His heart began to race. He opened the closet, praying to find the child inside a sleep.

        He didn't.

        Fuck. This was bad. He should've never left the child- what if he was hurt now? What if you were? Surely, you hadn't taken the child. You wouldn't do that to him... Would you?

        His last resort before tearing apart the place was to check the cock pit. Logically, he knew you could be up there, but you usually spent most of your time in the hull. That's where your bed was, where the food was, where the child usually played. That's where he thought you'd be.

        Din climbed up the ladder, keeping an eye out in case anything had happened to you or the child- in case it was a trap. Instead of any sign of the Imps, droids, or guild interference, he saw your sleeping body. In your arms, was the child. Din pulled himself up and landed as quietly as he could, so as to not disturb you. He watched you for a second; you looked so peaceful, and so well rested. He was envious. His eyes dropped down to the child; he was curled into your body, with his fingers gently wrapped around your thumb. He was softly snoring, almost purring as he slept. Din took one step forward, but his armour boot clanked against the floor a little too loudly. The child perked up; his ears flinched at the sound, and he woke up. When he saw it was Din, he cooed for him, and began to wriggle in your arms.

        The Mandalorian stepped forward, and reached for the kid. You began to wake as well.

        "D-Din?" you ask, eyes fluttering open, and when you registered it was him, you sat up, "You're back!"

        You then registered that the baby was trying to wiggle out of your grasp. Adjusting your grip on him, you lifted the child up and offered him over to Din.

        "Sorry little guy, did you want to go back to your daddy?" you asked, and the baby cooed in response, "Here you go."

        Din gently took the child from you and held him close.

        "How was it? An easy job?" you asked.

        He was lost in thought. About you, about the child, about his new found family. His heart had fluttered when you had called him daddy. Well, it wasn't technically you, but he felt it in his heart nonetheless. He had been feeling that a lot around you lately: especially when you held the child. It almost felt like he had... Like he had a family. Din hadn't known what that felt like for a long time. Sure, he had the fellow Mandalorians, but they offered no affection like you did. He didn't feel as warm around them as he did with you. He-

        You were still expecting answer. Your smile dazed him.

        "Yes it was, cyar'ika," he murmured, looking down at his son, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed my company"

        "Maybe," you smiled, "The child did at least."

        That was enough, for now.

        Din was about to turn around and go back down the hull, when you spoke up again.

        "Din, you keeping calling me... Ah, c-cyr-"

        "Cyar'ika?"

        "Yes, that!" you pause, "What does it mean?"

        "Oh that," Din could feel his face heat up behind the mask (which he was very thankful for at this moment, other wise he feared he'll die of embarrassment from the deep blush on his face), "I- Ur, it means... It's Mando'a for beloved."

        "Oh," you felt your face heat up, "I-"

        "-I can stop if it makes you feel uncomfortable-"

        "-No! No, I... I like it."

        It wasn't quite a full admission of your feelings, but for now... For now, you were happy. With Din, with the child: with your family.

[fleetingimages]

So, I found my old tablet and decided to throw some random color.

[miss-spixx]

disrespectfully demanding that the mouse gives boba fett his show back

[shop5]

How about that finale 

[Image Description: A stylized portrait of Din from the Mandalorian. The left side of the picture has a purple background with yellow triangles scattered around. The figure is drawn from the chest up with his mask off wearing stormtrooper armor. The Right half of the picture looks like it was taped on and is a picture of the mandalorian drawn from the chest up in his armor with word that reads “Din Djarin, clan of Two” in Mandalorian, the “two” is broke in the scattered pieces] 

[camscendants]

My dad to my brother:You could be a voice actor you can do so many different voices!

Me:so could I

My dad:really I’ve never heard you do voices?

Me:EXCUSE YOU did you not hear my PERFECT reenactment of her last night?!

[backpackingspace]

Omg yah jedi manalorian exchange student program!!

the only things jedi and mandalorians agree on when it comes to child care is 1. Those babies should be tossed around they need to be rough housed with they need to be spun they need to be wrestled with 2. If a baby is left unattended that is your personal child now everything else they will stab the other over

[bangauey]

i need to bottle up all the serotonin that was injected into my body upon seeing luke skywalker in the mandalorian and save it for a later date