bountychild

[bountychild]

mandoway‌   /   mando.

It was a child. He maybe shouldn’t be so hard with the small creature. It was not its fault for the situation in which it had found itself. There was no control over that. However, children of any kind were not an area in which he had had much experience. Once, the idea had come to him – to help raise and train a new generation of foundlings to join the ranks of the madalorians. But those days and ideas were long gone after the Empire had done its very best to wipe the legendary fighters from the galaxy completely.

His stiff resolve had softened slightly. He wouldn’t allow the child to touch the button he was after. However, he had a few things that may entertain the child for awhile – without causing any problems. Or so he hoped.

He turned his back on the child and gave a glance around, eyes falling on a small repair kit. Was it exactly child friendly? Well, no probably not, but perhaps it would keep this one from getting into anything else. 

He picked up the child and placed him before the repair kit of tools. “Here. Look through these while I see if I can find us a place to land for awhile, get some food, let you stretch your legs for awhile.”

          how quickly his mood changes the moment that mandalorian picks him up!  the child’s gaze brightens, his chin tilting upwards as he glances at his guardian.  (  what a relief it is, that the mandalorian isn’t angry with him.  )   when placed in front of the repair kit, he lets out an inquisitive coo, briefly wondering if this is a trick.  he seldom gets to play with anything on the ship, save for the shiny, silver ball that mando relinquishes every so often.    ❝  hm, ❞  he hums, reaching out to brush his fingers along one of the tools.  he’s seen such things used before, when the mandalorian had to fix his ship!

         forgetting all thoughts of trickery, he picks up the shiny hunk of metal, his ears perking as he turns it over in his hands.  much like the rest of the objects he encounters, the child cannot name what its purpose is.  (  he would much rather know what all those buttons are for.  )  narrowing his eyes, he grips the handle of the tool, and lightly clanks it against another piece.  a metallic sound rings through the razor crest, earning a giggle from the little one.  moving down the line of shiny things, he hits each one, very gently, with the tool in his hand, noting the way the sound changes with every tap.

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itsgclden‌   /   rapunzel.

          she stopped her pacing to turn and face the child, head tilting as she watched him.  he seemed curious, perhaps too much for his own good, but that wasn’t something she held against others.  her own curiosity sometimes got the better of her, too.  rapunzel sighed, lips pursed into a thin, straight line for another moment, finding herself smiling at the little coo he gave.  he was an interesting one.  pure, even.  

           she bent down to pick him up, and once she stood back up and held him in her arms, canting her head so that she could peer over to him.  “alright, little one.  what’s your name?”

          name?   he knows of such things.  the child supposes he might have even had one himself at some point.  (  one bestowed by a mother and father he no longer remembers.  )   the thought urges along a twinge of sorrow, and he ducks his head down.  with his mouth held firmly closed, the little one toys with a strand of rapunzel’s hair, careful not to tug the golden strands.   she won’t be getting any answers from him, even if he had the voice to offer them.

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foundlingsfather‌   /   din.

din treks on ahead, one-track minded, unaware that his charge had fallen behind. there was still much he had to learn about child care and that, perhaps, jumping from one planet to the next in a tireless search was not the best way to progress. especially not with one so young in tow.

       it isn’t until he hears the small cry that his step slows and he realizes his error. as a man of little words, he says nothing as he stoops to pick him up. awkward as he attempts to adjust the child comfortably – remiss that they have yet to find another pram – until he settles him onto his shoulder with his hand remaining for support. they aren’t in danger on this planet ( not yet, anyway ) so din finds no need to tuck him away in the crook of his arm.   ❝ there we go, kid. how’s that? ❞

          relief floods the child as din lifts him.  though he seldom complains of the distances he must travel on foot, it is nice to be carried.  (  one day, he hopes he might match din’s much longer strides.  )   with a mumble, he wriggles on his guardian’s shoulder.  once he’s fidgeting into a more comfortable position, he leans his head against din’s helmet, his hand resting atop the one that steadies him.    ❝  beh, ❞  he says, in confirmation.  nestling further against him, the child’s jaws stretch into a yawn.  

[bountychild]

baby yoda can have little a mcdonalds (as a treat!)

[bountychild]

(( Hello~! Swooping in to wish you a happy and laughter-filled day! You’re honestly awesome, and very kind and one of the sweetest people in the rpc. Your portrayals of both the Child (and now Din too) are mindbogglingly spot-on and unique. You’re thoughtful, considerate, and an all around lovely person! Hope your week is full of smiles!💛 You’re amazing, Sky! ))

     nxra !!!  this is so sweet of you to send in, thank you so so much!  your kindness means the world to me, especially with the past week having been a difficult one.  today was much better than the past few have been though, and that is definitely in part to your support, so thank you  —  really.  ♥ 

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      despite his infant-like behaviors,  the child prides himself on knowing when to be quiet and thoughtful in his reactions to the world around him.  on unsteady feet, he surveys those in his vicinity, catching gazes and letting his own stare linger ‘til the strangers look away.  with a turn of his head, he hones in on a nearby woman.   his ears tilt towards her, his expression brightening.  he points to her, a small smile appearing on his face.  she’s like him.                  ━━  ♡ @ecsile   (  sc. )

[bountychild]

"Baby Yoda here to spread some love just in case you need it! Remember that you are the only you there is, ever was and ever will be! You are special and talented and worthy of the love of others as well as your own self love! We love seeing you in the rpc, writing and posting and sharing your beautiful self with the rest of us! Thank you for being you! Thank you for all you contribute, in character and ooc!"

      i have to say, this message could not have come in at a more opportune time.  thank you so much for this reminder.  the past few days have been rough, and i’ve certainly been feeling less than my best, so thank you, truly.    ♥

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when ur new dad won’t let u play with all the shiny things and then puts u back in ur pram by ur little jedi robes  :(

[bountychild]

A foundling is in your care. By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with it’s own kind, you are as it’s father.

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     all is quiet on the razor crest as the child lazes in his cradle.  though sent to bed two hours prior, sleep doesn’t greet him.  with a grumble, he rises, his hands setting in his lap.  when he angles his ears forward, he hears the faint footfalls of another.  probably not the mandalorian.  which means that kell might still be awake.  (  all the better that it’s her;  she might take more pity on his sleeplessness. )  with practiced precision, the foundling climbs his way down to the floor, following the aforementioned noise.

     when he finds kell, he coos quietly, padding forward with his arms raising towards her, ready to be lifted.    ━━  ♡   @loremastcr​   (  sc. )

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        his tongue poking out from between his teeth, the child hones in on his nearby toy.  his gaze flickers between it and anna, assuring that she’s paying attention.  slowly, the toy lifts several inches off the ground.  his face contorted in concentration, the child holds it there for a few moments, then allows it to drop.  he wobbles on his feet, but remains upright.    ❝  ah! ❞         ━━  ♡   @thechimcra​  (  sc. )

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      his ears droop, tired eyes resisting the urge to slam shut as he follows along behind the mandalorian.  though daylight shines down upon them, roving from planet-to-planet leaves the child with little in the way of a sleeping schedule.  upon noting that his guardian has drawn ahead by a few paces, he lets out an alarmed yelp, scurrying forward until he nearly bumps into the other’s legs.  clawed fingers reach out to snag onto his cloak, and he gives it a tug.                ━━  ♡  @foundlingsfather​   (  sc. )

[bountychild]

      — you must go. a foundling is in your care. by creed, until it is of age or reunited with its own kind, you are as its father.

ind. priv. sel. din djarin / the mandalorian sideblog to @hopalongjim. dash-only. rules here. written by alex.

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          tag drop !!

━━ ♡  in character.

━━ ♡  little womp rat.  [ visage ]

━━ ♡  guardian.  [ din djarin ]

━━ ♡  storyteller.  [ kell linah  /  loremastcr ]

━━ ♡  a clan of two.  [ the child & din ]

━━ ♡  she’s a friend.  [ cara dune ]

━━ ♡  do the magic hand thing!  [ greef karga ] 

━━ ♡  to nurse and protect.  [ ig-11 ] 

━━ ♡  likes.  

━━ ♡  musings.

━━ ♡  memes.

━━ ♡  headcanons.

━━ ♡  sky speaks.  [ ooc ]

━━ ♡  starter call.  [ mutuals only ]

━━ ♡  self promotion. 

━━ ♡  promotion.

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