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phoenixkaptain · 2 years ago

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Din Djarin and Luke Skywalker are both two men who get progressively scarier the more you watch them.

Like, Luke in A New Hope was baby af. He was a child. Even in the Empire Strikes Back, what a little guy. A tiny fellow.

Then boom, Return of the Jedi, and Luke is smiling and like “Tell these Ewoks that you are their God and that if they do not release us, you will be Angered…” He is in all black, he is missing a hand, he has gone off the rails conpletely. He’s like “How will I tell Leia that we’re siblings? …Oh! I know! Riddles!” Luke Skywalker gets struck by Force Lightning like nine times and still gets up and drags his dad’s lifeless body out. There were moments one might look at him and think, “no, ur wrong, he still babie” but you are the wrong one! He goes into Jabba’s Palace and straight up stands there smiling and threatening him the whole time. He’s standing on a plank over the Sarlacc and he’s still like “So this is how you’d like to play :)” Luke straight up snapped, he got spooky by the end of the og trilogy.

Din Djarin, straight off the back, is kind of intimidating. He is a man in full armour who hunts people and freezes them in carbonite and appears behind their shoulders when they least expect it. But, after Grogu shows up, you probably think “this man is weak to this baby, he will become soft” but no! The opposite happens!

I’m talking about episode 6. The Prisoner. I have wanted desperately to talk about this for days, but have only just found the words to do so. Let me explain.

Din Djarin is filmed and edited like a horror movie villain. Like a supernatural force of evil who stalks his prey. Straight up like a slasher villain out of the eighties. There’s hints of this beforehand, what with Din appearing behind a guy in the very first episode, and the fact that he has been shot point blank (many times) but no matter how many times he falls, he always gets back up. Okay, that’s all fine and good.

But episode 6 goes beyond that. He stalks a bunch if assholes through flickering red lights. He splits them up, he takes them out one by one, and the last person standing manages to get out, thinks they’ve escaped, only to die (technically) at Din’s hand anyway. He is straight up a horror movie villain I don’t know how else to explain it, he is a horror movie villain.

Don’t take this the wrong way. Being spooky and intimidating isn’t a bad thing, especially not in Star Wars! Luke Skywalker and his ability to say terrible things while smiling, Din Djarin and his predilection for appearing right behind someone, these ar egood things. I like these things a lot. I love these. I love that Luke is the cutest little scary fella in the galaxy. I love that Din is the most awkward little scary fella in the galaxy. I think it’s great.

Why do I bring this up?

Well, for one, I have been trying to word my view on Din Djarin for days now. I love this man, I have to mock him or I’ll feel incomplete. And I think it’s a disservice to pretend that Luke isn’t a person who most people in the Star Wars universe think about and shiver. Don’t get me wrong, I love sunshine boy Luke, but he isn’t really like that, at least not by this point in the series. He just strikes me as the type of person to say incredibly dark, deranged things with a blank face, then smile at cute kittens. Luke is messed up, and we should talk about it more because it’s very interesting to explore the various ways he’s messed up.

But for another, I am a big fan of Din and Luke being buddies who go absolutely anywhere and scare the shit out of people. A Mandalorian next to a Jedi Knight? Two people who eat Storm Troopers for breakfast?? Can you imagine how much the fragments of the Empire that are still left are quaking??? Those two would go absolutelu anywhere and the anyone on planet who ever sided with the Empire would give themselves up or run, immediately.

Like, Din singlehandedly took out that whole troop on Nevarro. All by himself, he shot out all of the Storm Troopers and everyone inside and I like to think there are whispered stories about him similar to the ones about the Boogeyman.

Now, I know Luke didn’t actually kill the Emperor and Darth Vader, but does anyone in universe know that? Or does everyone think that Luke not only blew up the Death Star, but he also murdered the two head honchos and came out completely unscathed? Luke is definitely a boogeyman.

I don’t know. Something about two terrifying men walking into a bar full of Imperials only to walk out five minutes later of a bar full of dead Imperials just really fills me with joy. Something about the mental image I have of Storm Troopers fearfully sharing increasingly terrifying stories about these two makes me happy. I like bad people being scared shitless, all right? Sue me.

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years ago

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Something that will always crack me up is Din’s first impression of Luke.

Take what he knows about Jedi with what he’s seen of what they can do thanks to his meeting with Ahsoka and Luke’s Dramatic Entrance. One where he didn’t break a sweat fighting a platoon of Dark Troopers where Din had so much trouble against one.

But then.

There’s just...Luke.

This kid an R2 unit got the better of within what, an hour, two? of knowing him before going on the run kicking off a series of wacky shenanigans that led to the downfall of the Empire, but really.

Luke fell for the story a droid spun him like an utter rube.

(Luke tries to argue that he had no idea what he was dealing with, considering this is Artoo they’re talking about, which is fair.)

Other assorted shenanigans in which Luke is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ although he does get a bit indignant when Din hears about the time he got caught in a trap set by Ewoks.

Ewoks.

(Din knows better than to underestimate them, but still. Ewoks.)

Also, also, also.

The things Din’s seen Luke do since that first meeting. All the unbelievably stupid plans and ideas he’s had while out Adventuring and somehow managing to survive them.

(Honestly, someone needs to talk to Luke about his go-to plan for infiltrating an enemy stronghold being to let them take him prisoner? Is he the only one who has a problem with that?)

But also, also.

Luke all sleepy and far from perfect in the morning, stumbling about in search of kaf and whatnot and a little grumpy about it when he hasn’t gotten enough sleep.

Working on his X-wing or some other ship or mode of transport in need of repairs or maintenance or just something to do on a slow day when there’s not much going on.

Bargaining with Grogu over something or other that has to do with the local frog population and not ruining his appetite for dinner or something weirdly adorable along those lines.

Teaming up with Grogu to make Din’s life more difficult just because they can, terrible partners in crime and the bane of his life, and honestly, Skywalker, Din never expected this kind of behavior from you.

Luke grin when they spar, the cocky trash-talk and honest joy of testing his mettle against someone like Din who won’t take it easy on him.

(Who looks at Luke and sees him instead of all the titles and responsibilities the galaxy laid on his shoulders because there was no one else who could.)

And on and on and on, and just.

Yes.

Of course there’s the flip side of things with Luke’s first impression of Din as a father willing to do anything for his kid, right?

Someone who stormed an Imperial cruiser with a group of misfits and criminals against unknown odds and would have pulled it off on their own if Gideon hadn’t had the Dark Troopers to throw at them.

This man trying to do the right thing for his kid even if it hurts, and just.

Everything else about Din after that.

A good man, that’s certain, but one who’d happily go about just being that rather than get sucked into the mess surrounding the Dark Saber and what it means.

(And oh boy, does Luke understand that, considering the weight of his own responsibilities.)

Din who has no leg to stand on about Luke’s effective plans and strategies when he let himself be swallowed by a greater krayt dragon.

(Also that time he fought a mudhorn with a vibroblade, but you know.)

Also, also, Din who is wrapped around Grogu’s little finger and still insists he isn’t when everyone can see it. (It’s instinctive by now, but still.)

Din who has a way of earning someone’s undying loyalty by being himself and doesn’t get what’s so special about that which just. This man.

And on and on and on, until Din finally stumbles his way into being the Mand’alor and is forever baffled as to how it happened even as he does his best he can by his people because it’s what he knows, who he is, and really.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#star wars nonsense #mandalorian nonsense #dinluke #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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insomniamamma · 3 years ago

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The Song of The Wrong Response: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

A/n: Sorry everyone. I got bit by the angst bug and had to make it everybody's problem. This is a story about loss, and how we behave in the moment and what we do to cope. Atin'ika au. Atin'ika is Din's name for the reader. It means Stubborn (affectionate). This takes place after S2. The title is taken from a poem by Stephen Dobyns.

Warnings: Angst. Grief. Canon typical violence. Non-descriptive smut. Hurt.

The new ship is too quiet. Drops in and out of hyperspace without a hint of strain. You hate it. It's a quadjumper, mag-clamps and cargo crane stripped and swapped for twin laser cannon arrays and a very illegal comms jammer. An ugly, sturdy little ship, surprisingly nimble for her squat shape. You hate it. It's too quiet. It runs too well. There is nothing for you to do with your hands, nothing to do but sit in the passenger's seat and stare at Mando's back as he flies her, heavy silence spinning out between the two of you that neither of you know how to break. You almost wish for a malfunction, for something to break, for something to fix. A burst coolant line. A control board frying out. Something you can piece back together and make whole again, make good as new. This ravine that's broken open between you and Mando isn't something you can fix with your hands.

The stars know, Mando has never been a talker. But now? Here? In the after? Sometimes you swear you go days without hearing his voice. That can't be possible can it? Even for someone as reserved as Mando, as Din. That is another landmark of the after. You know his name. You've seen his face.

"I'm coming with you." "No," says Mando, "You're staying with Fett." "The hell I am! I can hold my own! You need my help!" Mando turns and grips your shoulders. He leans and and rests the cool beskar of his helmet against your skin. You're not sure exactly what he means when he does this. You do know that it grounds you, turns the tension down and you suspect it does the same for him. "Atin'ika," he breathes rough through the vocoder, "I know you want to help, but I need you to stay here. Please. For me." "But the Kid, Grogu--," "I will bring him back," says Mando, "I promise you." He gives your shoulders one last squeeze and releases you. "Go talk to Fett," he says, "Get acquainted with the ship. He'll tell you what to do."

"Power up those shields, princess, I'll put on a good show." Everything happens fast. One moment you're chasing the imperial shuttle, staging an attack and the next you're in the swirling blue of hyperspace. "Fett, you've got an amber-light on the hyperdrive coolant system." "It's instrumentational," he says, "Once we drop out of hyperspace you can run diagnostics if you wish." He brings Slave One out of hyperspace in a system with nothing but rocks and dust. A good place to hide. You hook up your data-pad and start running diagnostics. "Do you think they'll make it?" "You'd be amazed at what people can survive, little one."

The time between when you exit hyperspace and the comm-call comes feels like eons. Every nerve is scraped raw. And when the call comes it's Bo-Katan, her face hard, even through the distortion of the holonet. Two words that tell you nothing. "It's done."

You know something is wrong the second you step off Slave One's ramp. There is no one there to meet you. There is wreckage everywhere. Droids cut up and slagged. Dead storm-troopers. The air hangs heavy with the smell of burnt out electronics and cooked flesh. "Command is this way," says Fett, and jerks his head indicating for you to follow.

Cara stands over Moff Gideon, the barrel of her blaster jammed against his throat, a boot planted on his chest. Bo-Katan and Koska Reeves speak in sharp whispers, some of the words sound familiar, some you think you've heard. Mando'a, but you don't know enough to follow the thread of the conversation. Something bad has happened here. Where's Mando? You almost miss him. He stands stone still in front of the transparisteel view ports, beksar limned in starlight. "Mando?" He turns to you. His hands are empty. His arms are empty, "Where's Grogu?" "I was quested..." "Mando, where is he?" "The Jedi came for him," says Mando, and the t-visor of his helmet gives nothing, yields nothing. The sound that comes out of you is a broken, keening wail, something breaking inside for you that has no words, a pain with no shape. "He is with his own kind now," says Mando and turns his back, peers out into the black of space as you crumple to the deck plating.

That was the beginning of the after, a demarcation line drawn sharp across the two of you like a burn-scar. This was the desired outcome. The child (you can't bring yourself to speak his name, you learned his name and then he was gone in an eye blink like it was some sort of curse) is better off with his own people. Mando tells you this and you believe him, but at the same time his absence is its own weight, the absence of hard little claws tugging your pant legs when he wants up, the absence of snorting, sharp toothed giggles when you blew raspberries onto the pudgy join of his head and neck, the absence of Mando, Din, you have to keep correcting, rocking him in big beskar plated arms and telling him old stories from his covert. Knowing that he is safe and where he belongs does not make you miss him less.

In the after you have a ship that runs too well to need your attention. In the after there are no little clawed hands to hold in yours, no stories to tell, no songs to sing. There is just you and Din. And silence.

The new ship smells like disinfectants. Not too unusual. The previous owners transported exotic animals, Peli told you, everything's been thoroughly decontaminated of course. When Fett and Fennec dropped you off Peli started peppering the two of you with questions until her mind caught up with her mouth. "Oh, stars, is he--" "The kid's fine," says Mando, "He's with his people now." "Well," says Peli, "Baldy commed me and said you were in the market for a new ship. Lucky for you, I've got just the thing."

"You can't be serious," says Mando. "Okay, so she's not sexy like an ST-70, but she's got modifications that make her a little more versatile than your typical TUG-b13." Peli pulls out a data pad. "Here, lemme show you the specs." Mando and Peli haggle over the price but it's half-hearted, more of a formality than anything else. When the deal is done, Mando shakes Peli's hand. "'til our paths cross again," he says. Peli sighs. Her eyes move from Mando to you and back again. "What's your next move?" "Karga and Dune have offered me work," says Mando. "More hunting? Why? You're practically flush with credits." The small woman peers up into his t-visor, "I know you're a big boy and you can take care of yourself, but you ought to find a nice tropical backwater and rest for a spell. You both look terrible." Mando's body language had loosened some, but now he squares himself up again. "We keep moving."

"Kriff, Mando, whoever rigged the board for this comms jammer was either blind or high on spice--" "Din," he says, voice soft through the vocoder. You pull yourself from beneath the console. "Huh?" "My name is Din," he says. His voice is hesitant. "I...I'm not sure if it's right for you to keep calling me Mando. I am dar'manda. Do you know this word?" You shake your head, a kind of sick fear pooling in your stomach, but also hope. This is the most he's said to you since you found him on the bridge of Gideon's light cruiser. "I broke the Creed. I am no longer Mandalorian." "What do you mean?" "I showed the Kid my face," says Mando, no, Din, "And before that--" "At least you got to say goodbye." It comes out of you in a snarl. The thought that's been haunting you. The thought that circles through your mind again and again. The last time you saw the kid, really saw him was in the crook of Din's arm flying up towards that damned seeing stone, a swiftly retreating speck in the blue sky while you followed along on foot. Before all hell broke loose. You are sorry as soon as you say it, but can't say. The hurt and built-up resentment is too great. You see his body lock up over the controls as if he's been shot by a stunner. You flee.

He finds you down near the engine pods where it's warm. You've staked your little bit of territory here. He finds you curled against he bulkhead where the heat from the engine bleeds through a little, burrowed into your bedroll. "m'sorry, Mando-, Din," the words are so heavy on your tongue, "I just miss him, okay? I miss him so bad." "Come with me," says Mando, he holds out his hand to you, helps you up from the deck plating. He guides you to the bunk, bigger than the compartment he and the Kid shared on the 'crest. You sit on the edge of his narrow bed. Watch as he brings his hands to his helmet and lifts, and you twist your head away reflexively, press your hands over your eyes. "Mando--" his gloved hands circle your wrists, draw your hands away from your face, from your closed eyes, eyes that burn with tears that try to escape like blood from a cut. "Please look at me," he says, cradles your face in his hands, thumbs sweeping over your cheeks, "Atin'ika. Please." His voice without the vocoder is raw, that barrier between him and the world, between him and you stripped away. You open your eyes.

He is not what you expected. A tired face, etched with worry, older than you thought him, vulnerable, wide open because he's never learned to hide, his eyes meet yours reluctantly. You see worry and fear and shame. You mirror him and reach for his face slowly. His breath is rapid, hard rise and fall of his chest, you can feel him thrumming. You cup his cheek and feel him tremble at your touch, feel the brush of his stubble and his cheek muscle ticking beneath your palm. You close your eyes and press your forehead to his, warm skin instead of cold beskar, and you feel the tension bleed off him some. You lean into each other. Your hands find their way around his waist. His wrap themselves around your shoulders and you sway together, hoping the things you can't say can still seep through, from your skin to his.

In the after is where he kisses you, his lips and then his tongue hot against yours. In the after is where he fucks you and you fuck him, days in the swirling blue silence of hyperspace spent entwined, swallowing each other's cries, desperate and seething. He hunts. He brings back a bounty and shoves them into the carbon freezer. Then you fuck. You do not make love. He fucks you for the same reason he hunts, the same reason you never stay in one place more than a handful of days. Din is trying to outrun his grief. Trying to drown his pain. Trying to drown himself in you as if you are a river to swallow him down. He has split you open, shattered you and rebuilt you with lips and tongue and hands and cock, but he is elsewhere. The man who befriended you and entrusted you with the care of his ship, with the care of his son is gone. The man that remains is more open and more closed off. He fucks you within an inch of your life, you reduce him to trembling and pleading beneath you, and after, you hold each other, warm and sated, but it never lasts. The silence descends. The silence always descends.

Silence unbroken by the happy gabbling of a little boy causing chaos. Silence unbroken by barely remembered lullabies. Silence unbroken by you explaining the finer points of hyperdrive maintenance to a kid who probably could only understand one word in three, but liked to watch you work, and also liked to interrupt you with little tugs on your pant legs, little pokes of sharp yellow claws that said I'm hungry, I'm bored, let's play a game.

You wake slow and sore, but the right kind of soreness and again, Din isn't there. Sometimes he sleeps through with you but most times you find his side of the bed cold. Like now. You dress and know you will find him at the bridge, in the pilot's seat fully armored and staring into the blue smear of hyperspace. You know, you've known for some time that whatever this thing is between you, this desperate clutching and rutting of bodies followed by silence that can span days, the weight of everything he can't say and you can't say, this is going to rip you both to shreds. You speak to him and he answers but he's not here, his mind is elsewhere, you might as well be talking to a droid. Waking alone, again, with only the vague scent of his skin for comfort, you love him. You resent him. You hate him. You care for him. You have no idea how he feels for you. You shiver. The new ship runs cold, yet another thing to hate about it.

"Din?" There's no answer just his darkly shining form against the endless churning blue. "I want to go home." He doesn't look at you. Just flies the ship. "Where? Gythal-9? You hated it there." Tears prick your eyes, and slide soundlessly down your cheeks. Sometimes he sounds like he used to, like he's back in the world and not lost inside himself. "I miss Izzy," you say. Din makes a sound that might be a laugh. "I think...I need some time alone," you say, "I don't want to hurt you, but I don't want to let you hurt me either." "You think I want to hurt you?" "I think we're hurting ourselves," you shake your head, "I'm sorry. I don't know how to say it. I need time." Silence. His hands move over the controls. He kicks the autopilot on and turns towards you. "Okay," says Din, "We drop these bounties off and then I'll take you home." Tilts his head the way he always does when he's thinking hard about something. "I think...I think I need some time too," he says. You nod. Whatever this is that binds you and Din together is a house made of sabacc cards, angles and planes balanced just so. A single gust could end the world. You reach for him, draw your hand back as if you might get burned, and he deliberately folds his hand around yours. And you stay like this for a time, peering out into the endless swirling vortex of hyperspace, his hand enfolding yours, the rhythmic brush of his thumb over our knuckles feels more honest than him kissing you, than him rutting into you, than you groaning around him and feeling him spasm. You lean against him and he does the same. The two of you lean into each other in the blue, churning light and you think maybe there's a way out of this, like dropping back into the real after a long jump through hyperspace. Maybe the after is a finite thing, like a river or a mountain range and not a demarcation line. Maybe.

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oonajaeadira · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian Tarot: Major Arcana

If you’re following me, you know this is a Mandalorian obsessive account. I love the man, I love the show, I write a Mando-fando that is all about pining and touch. I tend to go all in when I have an interest.

Another one of my interests? Tarot. A friend challenged me to Mandalorify the major arcana. And because Jon and Dave know their stuff and are good with archetypes (which is all tarot really is), it was an easy fit.

YOU GOT MANDO IN MY TAROT. YOU GOT TAROT IN MY MANDO. TWO GREAT TASTES THAT TASTE GREAT TOGETHER.

But. I can’t draw, so I’ve dreamed them in words and included the Rider-Waite-Smith deck illustrations that I would riff on if I could.

READY? LET’S PLAY.

(All tarot illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. All Mandalorian images property of Star Wars/Disney.)

UPDATE! @heathenashtattoos has taken up where I cannot and is making these cards a reality! I will post them individually and come back to link them to this post as we go.

0 THE FOOL = THE MANDALORIAN / IT IS MADE! --->

The story of the tarot is the Fool’s journey, the arc of becoming. So it makes sense to me that Din would be the fool. Fits even better, since he has tremendous Fool energy in his himbo tendencies, just rushing forward into situations without a lot of planning--he’ll deal with it when he’s in it--ready to rely on others to show him the way or guide/help him to the next step.

If I could draw: Din on the cliff, with his jetpack on, meaning he has no fear of falling. Instead of the bindle-stick the Fool carries, he’d have his pulse rifle slung over his shoulder. Instead of the dog nipping at his heels, Grogu. And, of course, the landscape would be Tatooine/Navaro-esque.

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1 THE MAGICIAN = LUKE SKYWALKER , IT IS MADE! --->

The Magician is someone who is still learning to bend the laws of magic/the Universe, but very adept with their tools. Since Luke is only a few years into his Jedi training at this time, he makes a pretty good Magician.

If I could draw: Luke in his blacks, holding up his lightsaber. The Jedi symbol would replace the infinity sign.

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2 THE HIGH PRIESTESS = AHSOKA TANO / IT IS MADE! -->

High Priestess is further along the path of her magic than Magician, and her knowledge is more intuitive, her skills more effortless. Where the Magician is still learning the balance of light and dark, the High Priestess knows the value and pitfalls of both. It was always going to be Ahsoka.

If I could draw: Ahsoka sitting cross-legged in meditation mode, but with eyes open and a knowing smile. Instead of two pillars, she holds her lightsabers up and parallel to each other.

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3 THE EMPRESS = PELI MOTTO / IT IS MADE! -->

The Empress is the mother figure, the energy in the universe that provides all that is needed and embodies the energy of creation. I can see the argument for Omera being the Empress--mostly because she is a mom and she’s soft and a lot of people see the Empress as a soft female figure, I get it. (And if I were to do a minor arcana, girl would show up as one of the Queens for sure.) But in the end, I gave it to Peli because she’s a recurring character, more relevant in his story, and if Din is the Fool, Peli is more an Empress to him. She’s able to be the provider of his particular needs; services to his ship to get him up flying, contact and location information, and she’s always willing to care for Grogu whenever she gets the chance.

If I could draw: Peli sitting in the dock, against the R4 unit, holding aloft a spanner and surrounded by her pit droids.

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4 THE EMPEROR = BOBA FETT / IT IS MADE! -->

The Emperor is all about authority. And all I gotta say about Boba is BIG DICK ENERGY.

If I could draw: Just put him on the Jabba throne and let him lounge like a badass.

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5 THE HIEROPHANT = THE ARMORER / IT IS MADE! -->

The Hierophant is the keeper of traditions and a spiritual guide. As the leader of the covert and keeper of the Way, The Armorer fits.

If I could draw: The Armorer, framed by her forge, holding aloft her tools, with Mandalorian acolytes. Instead of the crossed keys at the bottom, let’s just have a mythosaur skull.

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6 THE LOVERS = FROG LADY AND FROG HUSBAND

This should be obvious and I will fight anyone who says it isn’t the right thing to do. I will die for this.

If I could draw: I would actually depart from the Smith depiction and just draw them embracing or holding each other by the arms and staring into each others’ eyes. Some kind of glowing background? Maybe the egg tank?

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7 THE CHARIOT = THE MUDHORN

Oh. You thought I was going to say the Razor Crest, didn’t you. Don’t worry, I have plans for our beloved craft, but it ain’t here. The Chariot can be a ride, yes, but it’s about victory. Sometimes it’s about the victory over your inner “beastly” natures. To travel to the next phase in the journey, the Fool must take on the beasts that drive the Chariot and claim dominance over them, and when he does, they will carry him to the next level. Since it’s the victory of the beastly mudhorn that brings Din to his bond with Grogu and becomes his signet, Mudhorn for the win.

If I could draw: Again, I’d probably play on Smith’s imagery, put the charging mudhorn in the middle, and replace the rams with Din on his knees brandishing the vibroblade and Grogu in his pram with his Force hand up.

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8 STRENGTH = CARA DUNE

Don’t come at me about including Cara. I am glad Gina got shown the door and I lose no love on that bigot. But. Cara is not Gina and to cut her out is to cut out Jon and Dave’s creation and I won’t do it. I actually love her a lot--she’s got her flaws, but she’s sassy and strong and solid, and I would happily accept a piggyback ride from her any day. She’s also a major player in Din’s story and deserves a spot in it. Strength comes after the Chariot--once you’ve conquered the beast within, you have confident dominion over it and it becomes a companion or a tool for your use. Cara is one with her toughness, she’s used it to do some good and bad shit in her past, and she continues to wield it effortlessly and fearlessly. She is absolutely this card.

If I could draw: I would put her maybe sitting on top of the downed ATST. I’d replace the infinity symbol over her head with the one on her cheek (Rebel Alliance).

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9 THE HERMIT = KUIIL

The Hermit is a loner, yes, but in his solitude he looks within, learns from all he’s been through, and becomes wise. He holds aloft a light of wisdom and truth. This was always going to be Kuiil.

If I could drawn: Just our buddy, looking out over the Arvala-7 landscape, holding aloft an in-universe working lamp. No need to get fancy. He would want it to stay simple.

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10 THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE = IMPERIAL SYMBOL AND STORM TROOPERS

The Wheel is fate. You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you’re on top, and sometimes the Wheel crushes you beneath it. You are helpless to its roll and where you’ll land. Storm Troopers are such a sad bunch. They are keepers of Imperial Law on the ground. On a good day, they capture a Rebel or hold off an attack. On a bad day, their Moff just blasts them to make an example.

If I could draw: The wheel would just be the Imperial symbol and there’d be Troopers on and under it. Maybe the one on top is just standing there, looking authoritative. The one underneath has been blasted. Some Wheels have two more figures--one on each side--and I’d add those too. The one on the down-going side would be falling, arms flailing, blaster shooting (if only sound were available, there’d be a Whilhelm scream), and the one on the up-going side would just be dangling by one arm, along for the ride.

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11 JUSTICE = COBB VANTH

Well, it just feels right to make the Marshal into Justice. But it’s not just a literal translation of making sure the right thing gets done and the bad guys are punished. Justice is about wiping away emotion and making decisions with bare truth, looking at every side of the situation and understanding what is really there. And I think Cobb fits this well. He doesn’t want to give up his armor because of what it means for the protection of his people. But he’s willing to consider it, if there’s another way he can protect them. Emotionally, he doesn’t want to deal with the Tusken Raiders, but he does it because he can see it’s the best course of action. He flies into battle with the Krayt Dragon. He gives up his armor without a fight. He makes a fair trade and sees the balance in it because he walks away from the emotion and chooses the best course of action. Cobb Vanth for Justice, errybody.

If I could draw: Cobb in the Fett armor, but with the helmet at his feet. In one hand, a bottle of spotchka. In the other, the Tusken mushroom drinky thing; he’s holding them with equal balance.

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12 THE HANGED MAN = MIGS MAYFELD

The Hanged Man is not just about a dude who’s hanging upside down. (If that was the case, I would have just gone with Gor Koresh and called it a day.) Hanged Man is about changing your perspective to see things in a new way so you can grow. Many times, this growth also requires sacrifice. Over the two episodes we see Mayfeld, we know he goes from Imperial sharp shooter, to traumatized deserter, to merc, prisoner, and exonerated friend. He’s seen some shit, given up a lot, and he’s willing to see how he can be a help to others and find redemption for himself.

If I could draw: Hear me out. Take the image of Mayfeld hanging upside down from the Crest hatch into the prison ship. Mirror that above with an image of him in his Imperial Ground Transport gear. Flip it all upside down so bad Mayfeld up top, good Mayfeld on bottom, images mirrored but inverted, hence “looking at things a new way and getting everything a little topsy-turvey.”

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13 DEATH = MOFF GIDEON

Death is about transformation, so it’s not always the most sinister card. But Death does not discriminate. It comes for us all, constantly stalking, and it will strike you down to serve its needs. You need to face Death to get to your redemption. But really, Gideon is our big baddie here, so why the hell not.

If I could draw: I would forgo the Smith illustration and go for the Marseilles tradition on this one. Gideon and the Darksaber replaces Death and the scythe.

***

14 TEMPERANCE = IG-11

Temperance is the transformation that comes after Death. Once Death has chopped your physical being into pieces with his scythe, Temperance is there to take all your pieces and put them back together into something new and better. It’s also a card that asks you to re-evaluate your priorities and see if you can find better motivations than you previously had. IG’s death and reprogramming speak loudly to me on this.

If I could draw: IG pouring the tea.

***

15 THE DEVIL = THE CLIENT

Here’s another baddie card that’s all about your worst faults, about excess and giving into the stuff that will eventually kill your soul. The Client holds on hard to the Empire, doing whatever he’s ordered to do to be one of the top dogs. And in the end, it doesn’t matter. Gideon takes him down like he’s nothing.

If I could draw: The client, wearing his Empire bling, with chains around Doctor Pershing and a rough-looking Storm Trooper.

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16 THE TOWER = THE RAZOR CREST

I don’t know about you, but Chapter 14 killed me. And not because the Dark Troopers flew away with Grogu. We all knew Din would never stop at getting him back. But when the Crest was destroyed, it was like someone punched me in the soft parts, and I made a lot of severely anguished noises. The Tower is the most tragic card in the tarot. It’s when forces beyond your control make a very big (and usually negative) impact in your life and everything changes. You are left to pick up the pieces and survive any way you can with the skills and resources you’ve been blessed with.

If I could draw: Just that moment of the ray hitting our beautiful Crest, just as it begins to break apart, maybe with Din, Boba, and Fennec watching in horror in the foreground.

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17 THE STAR = GROGU

The Star is hope. It comes after the biggest tragedy in the deck to tell you that not all is lost. There is always something there to live for. C’mon, kids. In this series, there was only one choice.

If I could draw: Just Grogu. Maybe drinking his soup. Or maybe he’s levitating his metal ball overhead, reaching up to it with a smile on his face. *coos*

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18 THE MOON = BO KATAN KRYZE

We all like Bo Katan, sure. But remember my Clone Wars/Rebels fiends, she was Death Watch, and they were terrorists. She sided with Maul to take over Mandalore. Sure, she’s come a long way and her path is a bit more honorable now, but she’s got an agenda, which makes her hard to trust. Since the Moon is about more feminine energies and has themes of illusion and deception--things look great in the moonlight, but maybe not as they really are--Bo Katan’s our girl.

If I could draw: Head and shoulders profile, double-imaged so you see her face, but her Nite Owl helmet superimposed in profile over it. Nite Owl signet on the bottom. Possibly flanked by her two Nite Owl cronies.

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19 THE SUN = GREEF KARGA

Everything's sunny when Greef’s around! He’s the feel-good gramps that’s going to make any situation A-Ok! If you’ve got a problem, Greef can sort it out...or he knows someone who can! The sun is always gonna shine on you and take you back.

If I could draw: Just Greef smiling and being cheesy with the halo of the sun around him.

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20 JUDGEMENT = FENNEC SHAND

This card traditionally shows the resurrected rising from the grave, ready to be judged. Fennec’s got a lot to answer for in her life, but she is being given a second chance, and my number one girl crush is going to do new and wonderful badass things with it.

If I could draw: I’d either just show her opening her gut pocket to show her new works, all full of aura, with her looking down at it reverently. OR I might do a scene of her being rescued by Boba.

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21 THE WORLD = THE HELMET

Din’s helmet is the world he lives in. But it’s also a symbol of The Way. The World represents completion, a wholeness of self and being, the end of the journey. And since Din is our Fool, his journey is an exploration of his morals and honor, what it means to walk the way of the Mandalore, and what the meaning of the helmet is for him. He may choose ultimately to keep it on and go all-in on Mandalorian-4-lyfe (Child of the Watch style), or he may understand that the helmet is just a symbol and the honor was in him all along; he can wear it or not wear it and it’s all the same.

If I could draw: The World usually depicts a circle or sphere of some kind, the symbol of perfect completion. The helmet is close enough, so it takes up the center. Traditionally, there are four symbols in the corners that give more meaning to The World, and I would replace them with The Razor Crest, Grogu, the Mudhorn Signet, and the pulse rifle or blaster. These represent his home, his foundling, his clan, and his religion, all of which make up more of the whole; what it means to him to be Mandalorian.

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Challenge accepted and faced.

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years ago

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tea and berries

summary: Din discovers something shocking about the caretaker of his son. Of course he tries everything to help (Y/n).

request: (tw: eating disorder) so reader is friends with cara dune and she's just an ordinary human being, while din, cara & the others are on a mission the reader has to babysit grogu, since it's too dangerous for him. soon din starts to notice that reader doesn't eat and that she's constantly wearing too big clothes that hide her body. he's getting worried and maybe just some fluff?? ~ @notyoursneverwas-post

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, Cara Dune, Grogu

warnings: trigger warning !!! eating disorder but fluffy mando is here to help :))

words: 1363

a/n: sorry it took soooo long writing this but I hope you still like it (btw kind of inspired by me skipping meals every day)

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“You can have mine“, a female voice whispers and the Mandalorian watches one of his friends pass her food to his adoptive son. The little one giggles happily and starts pushing the meat inside his mouth.

At first, Din smiled under his helmet because (Y/n)s gesture is sweet and caring. But then he realized that she needs some protein in her body too. Besides the kid already had a larger meal than every one else.

The Mandalorian stands up and reaches for Grogus plate but (Y/n) stops him. She lays her small hand on his wrist and shakes her head.

“It‘s okay. I‘m not hungry“, (Y/n) smiles and as Din looks down at her skin touching his glove, his eyes lay on very delicate fingers. He would love to feel her touch him for real - her soft skin against his rough one.

Cara who joined the Mandalorian on a rather difficult bounty hunt raises her eyebrow at her friend. She knows something the warrior doesn‘t know and it hurts her heart. But she knows better than to force (Y/n) to eat.

The two of them continue to eat while (Y/n) watches the foundling mess with his food. Dins eyes stay focused on the caretaker and examines her whole being. Only then does he realize that he never saw (Y/n) in anything but her oversized tunics. Is she hiding something underneath?

“I think I‘m going to take a shower“, (Y/n) says after she put away as well as washed the dishes. She turns around from the makeshift kitchen and smiles at Cara and Din arm wrestling while Grogu sits on his fathers lap. The Mandalorian nods and (Y/n) leaves their field of view.

“Could you take care of her while I‘m gone?“, Cara asks her armed friend, still looking at the door through which (Y/n) left. Slowly, she lets her gaze wander to the Mandalorian who nods. He thinks nothing of it. Cara is her friend. Why wouldn‘t she want (Y/n) to be safe?

Later that day he completely understands what the former shock trooper intended to say. After Cara won their little wrestling, Din left for the cockpit to check on the ship. On his way he got stopped by (Y/n)s door that is ajar. Din didn‘t think anything of it as he let his gaze wander inside the room. The sight of a half naked (Y/n)s changing in her room startles him. (Y/n) doesn‘t notice the Mandalorian standing in the door frame.

Din can see almost every bone in her body. Her collarbones stand out. Under a towel Din can clearly see the outline of her ribs as well as hip bones. Legs as well as arms are nearly as thin as his beskar spear.

Before Din can move he has to swallow hardly. There are even tears in his eyes. At least, (Y/n) is his beloved friend and she looks like she didn‘t took care of herself.

With a queasy feeling the Mandalorian turns around and runs back to Cara. She looks at him confused.

“She...doesn‘t eat“, Din states because that is all he can think of right now. The realisation appears in Caras expression and she stands up to fully face the bounty hunter.

“Yeah. I tried to help her but...she doesn‘t want my help“, the former storm trooper explains and her eyes get glassy. “But we have to help her because otherwise...I don‘t know how long she will...“

Din places a comforting hand on Caras shoulder and squeezes it - that‘s his way of telling her that he will do whatever it may cost. They sit down and for a while silence fills the cargo bay. Both try to think of a way to save their friend.

“Can you make me a list of her favorite food?“, the Mandalorian asks and gets up to find paper as well as a pen. Quickly, he places them in front of Cara and she starts scribbling. “I don‘t know if it will work but...“

“It‘s worth a try.“

Two days later and after a short stop on Naboo the Mandalorian has everything Cara wrote on the list. A lot of food is scattered on a tray which Din holds in one of his hands. He has a few blanket under his right arm.

A knock echos through (Y/n)s room and she looks from her book to the door. Slowly, the mandalorian warrior enters and confuses her. She sets her book aside and stands up from her bed.

Din places the tray full of her favorite food on a table and then turns towards his friend. Now he holds the fluffy blankets in both his hands, fiddling with them because he tries to find the right words. But what are the right words in such a situation?

“I‘m by your side whenever you need me“, the Mandalorian starts and takes another step forward, now standing directly in front of (Y/n). Her eyes widen because she already fears that her friend knows her secret. A strange feeling fills her whole body - anxiety.

“You are not alone. Cara and I will help you, no matter what“, Din adds the moment (Y/n) opens her mouth to ask him what he is talking about. But now she is sure that the bounty hunter knows that she has problems with eating.

“I got you these blankets because the Crest is always cold and I don‘t want you to be cold“, Din states and would hit his own head because the sentence sounds quite stupid. Still, he wraps the two blankets around (Y/n)s small form and even keeps one of his hands on her shoulder.

“And with Caras help I brought your favorite food. I know it will be difficult to start with so much but I even made you this tea you like so much“, the Mandalorian points with the other hand to the tray. As he looks back at (Y/n) he can see the fear in her eyes. She swallows hardly.

“But it‘s only tea“, Din adds with a sigh and a sad expression under his helmet. He should have planed this better. Now he frightened (Y/n). Maybe he should have entrust this to Cara, at least she is an old friend.

Before Din can overthink even more, (Y/n) wraps her weak arms around the warrior and hides her face in his neck. It can‘t be comfortable but that doesn‘t matter to her. She takes in his whole being and sighs almost happily.

“Thank you“, (Y/n) whispers into his shirt and makes Dins heart beat even faster. He can‘t believe it. He did it! He helped (Y/n) somehow. He made her happy - even for just a few seconds.

The thing making (Y/n) relived is that the Mandalorian didn‘t ask one question. It would have put her under pressure.

After what feels like a good eternity, the two part but before they take seats on (Y/n)s bed, Din presses the forehead of his helmet to hers in a keldabe kiss. The caretaker closes her eyes and shows the Mandalorian a weak smile.

Sitting on (Y/n)s bed, she leans against Dins strong shoulder and for a few moments they stay like this, enjoying the presence of the other. Then (Y/n) straightens up.

“Can I have the tea?“, she asks and surprises the bounty hunter with her words. However, Din reaches quite quickly for the cup of tea and gives it (Y/n). She thanks him but her eyes stay focused on the tray.

“Are those berries? I used to eat them straight from the bush in my families garden“, (Y/n) tells her beloved friend and watches Din take the bowl full of blue berries in his hands. He lets the gaze of his helmet wander to her face because he isn‘t sure if she wants to eat them.

(Y/n) takes a sip from the steaming tea and slowly grabs a single blue berry. There is a dreamy smile on her lips as she eyes the fruit and considers eating it. Then the berry disappears between her lips and Din smiles under his helmet.

“Just because you are a caretaker doesn‘t mean we can‘t take care of you.“

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goddessofmischief · 4 years ago

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And I Didn’t Like the Ending, Part 2 (Din Djarin x Reader) Angst

You’ve never tell them anything.

...Not that they had asked you.

Instead, a squad of troopers would storm in every once-in-awhile, holding syringes, and a large, medical looking machine. They’d hook you up to it, and slowly, you could feel your power being drained.

But you didn’t care about that. They could kill you, if they wanted. All you had to know was that the Child was safe.

That Din was safe.

Part of you thought he was. You knew he was with Fennec and the others, you could feel him. But you also knew he was in danger. That he was putting himself in danger.

For you. But not only for you, of course. No, you were only the Child’s caretaker, their Jedi master. The one who Ahsoka had said could not train him, because he loved you too damn much, looked on you and Din as parents.

Well. You kinda knew where he’d gotten that idea.

“Jedi Master,” said Gideon, storming into your cell, cape swishing ominously behind him. “I’m honored.” “You know I’m not a Master, Gideon. I just have the midichlorians. No training.”

“But powerful, all the same.” At this point, you want to say something. You want to say something dumb, like ‘You’ll never get away with this!’ or ‘the Mandalorian’s coming back for us.’ But you couldn’t make yourself say any of these things. For one, they were terribly trite, and for another, you weren’t sure they were true.

He might get away with it. The Mandalorian might not come back for you. That was a reality you were going to have to learn to accept.

“You’ve gotten what you wanted,” you said, leaning against the wall of your cell, exhausted. “You’ve got my blood, for whatever reason. Kid’s too, probably. Why don’t you just let us go?”

“Oh, you know I can’t do that.” “Why?” He shrugs.

“The Jedi have been in this galaxy for far too long,” Gideon states. “We’re going to be the ones to wipe them out.” “So you’re going to kill me, then?” “Eventually. When we’re finished.” You hadn’t lost hope before. You did now.

...

He was here.

He was here, and he was not only alive, no - he was well. He was healthy, and at this moment, so much stronger than you. You could barely breathe, much less think of using your powers.

You felt others, too - Cara. Fennec. Boba, for a moment, but then he had left. And... Bo-Katan? Yes. Her too.

Gideon burst through the door again, holding a gag.

“Really?” “The Mandalorian is coming, as you may have guessed. It will be most inconvenient for me if he does find you. At least... before he finds the dark troopers.”

You struggled to breathe through the gag, and Gideon swept away, leaving you in the darkness.

Din, you whispered, through the Force. Din, I’m here-

You could feel him, which made it worse. He was in pain.

He was suffering.

He had to know you were alive. He had to.

Din, it’s me-

Din, come on, keep fighting-

Din!

Cyar’ika?

Finally. A voice not your own. A voice painfully and beautifully familiar, that aches with a familiar ache.

I’m here.

He’s got the kid, you realize, and suddenly you see a shadow cross the door of your cell. It opens.

It’s him.

But not only him, no - he’s got Gideon as well, dragging him against the floor, and the Child carefully cradled in the other arm. And he holds the darksaber, just as you had known that he would.

“Din!” you try to shout, aloud. He kneels in front of you, carefully undying the gag.

“Din,” you whisper, and his glove brushes up against your cheek.

“I’m here, cya’rika.” “I knew you would be,” you lied, and he helped you up as you attempted to keep your knees steady.

“What did they do?”

“Took blood. That’s all.”

He seems relieved, but you don’t miss the withering glance he gives Gideon.

Oh, he’s in for it.

“Yes,” says Din, and you realize you forgot to stop projecting your thoughts to him. “Yes, he is.”

You give a half-hearted chuckle, and he helps you down the corridor and to the bridge, Gideon dragged behind you.

“Y/N!” Cara shouts, sounding relieved. “You’re - oh.”

She sees the darksaber. Everyone does.

“What happened?” asks Bo.

“He brought him in alive, that’s what happened,” states Cara, proudly. “And now the New Republic’s gonna have to double the payment.”

“That’s not what she’s talking about.” Everyone turns to Gideon.

“Why don’t you kill him now and take it?” He’s talking to Bo.

“It’s yours now.” “What is?” Din asks, sounding, frankly, a unique combination of terrified and exhausted.

“The Darksaber. It belongs to you.”

Din attempts to hand it to Bo. “Now, it belongs to her.” “She can’t take it. It must be won in battle. In order for her to wield the Darksaber again...she would need to defeat you in combat.’

“I yield. It’s yours.” “Oh, no,” chuckles Gideon. “It doesn’t work that way. The Darksaber doesn’t have power. The story does. Without that blade, she's a pretender to the throne.”

“He’s right.” “Come on, just take it,” insists Din, and you wish she would. Luckily, an alarm goes off... to the relief of almost all of you.

“The ray shields have been breached,” says Fennec. “We’re being boarded.”

“How many life forms?” “None.” “You’re about to face off with the dark troopers,” Gideon teases. “You had your hands full with one. Let’s see how you do against a platoon.” You start to push away from Din, but he holds tightly on to you.

“Cya’rika, what are you-” “I have to fight,” you insist, making a feeble attempt at escape. “’M the only one who can use the Force, it’s got to be me.” “No. You’re too weak right now.” “Seal the blast doors!” Bo shouts.

“I can do it, Din, let me-”

“They’re here,” states Koska, and you hear the door being beaten in.

Gideon smirks.

“You have an impressive fire team protecting you,” Gideon begins, “But I think we all know, after a valiant stand... everyone in this room will be dead-” Din clutches on to you a little tighter.

“But me. And them. And the Child.” “Never,” you seethe, and your knees threaten to buckle again.

But suddenly, the pounding ceases. And you don’t know why. You can only feel something... a familiar presence, like a warm blanket. Like Ahsoka, but also... not.

“Why did they stop?” asks Koska. No one seems to know. But you see a hooded man on the monitor, and you do. It’s one of yours. It’s a Jedi.

It’s Luke Skywalker.

Grogu watches, enraptured, and you let out a exhausted chuckle.

“That's right, buddy,” you say. “That’s Luke. He’s... he’s one of us. He’s a friend.”

And the most powerful Jedi you’ve ever met. Well, except for Ahsoka... the only Jedi you’ve ever met. The one who convinced you in the first place that you had powers, which you’d never realized before. It had been a chance meeting, brief... but it had left its own indelible mark on you, all the same.

“Open the doors,” states the Mandalorian. “I said, open the doors.” “Are you crazy?” Din looks at you, and wordlessly, opens them himself, just as Luke pulls down his hood. “Are you a Jedi?” asks Din. “I am,” answers Luke. He smiles at you, then turns his attention to Grogu. “Come, little one.”

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” Din insists. “He wants your permission. He is strong with the Force - but talent without training is nothing.”

Luke looks at you as he says this, and you can’t help but feel slightly offended.

“I will give my life to protect the Child. But he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.”

Din picks the Child up again, and begins to speak to him, quietly.

“Hey, go on. That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind. I’ll... see you again. I promise.” “No,” you speak out, mustering all your strength. “No. I will train him.” Luke looks at you with a measure of pity.

“You can't,” he said. “You are untrained yourself. And... he is attached to you.”

He says it like it’s a bad thing.

“Then train me,” you insist. “Train me. Let me come with him.” Din looks at you, and you can hear his thoughts, loudly.

They go why?

They wouldn’t really, would they?

And on. And on.

“No,” Din whispers, hoarsely, and the Child seems to tell that he’s hurting. He reaches up for his mask, and Din does something that you never would have guessed -

He takes the helmet off.

You can see the ache in his eyes. His big, brown eyes.

He’s crying. He cries for you, for the child.

He cries for his family.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispers, not only to Grogu, but to you. After he sets the child down, he turns to you - and you recognize it as your turn.

Your turn to say goodbye.

“He really needs you,” Din said, his voice small and vulnerable. “...Right? You wouldn’t leave m- go, if there was any other way.” You nod, feeling a lump in your throat.

“I have to.”

“You have to.” You try to walk towards Luke, but your feet keep you planted there, and, unable to stop, you fling yourself into Din’s arms, and he holds you tightly as you sob into his shoulder.

“Sh, cya’rika-” and he begins to hum an old Alderaanian lullaby you taught him-

Mirrorbright, shines the moon,

Its glow as soft as an ember

When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember

Those you have loved, but are gone

Those who kept you so safe and warm

Those you loved are with you still

The moon will help you remember He sets you down, then, much like the Child, and you kiss him. You put your whole self into it... and it’s painful, so painful, not like your kisses before.

“I’ll see you again,” you promise. “I swear.”

Luke nods at you, picking up the Child, and you lean on his other arm for support. You don’t miss Din’s heartbroken, slightly jealous expression.

“May the Force be with you,” Luke utters, and before you shut the link off to Din’s mind, you hear one, last thought -

What the hell do I need the Force for if I don’t have them?

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha

wow haha um so anyway --

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha

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kikis-writing-world · 4 years ago

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Goodbye

Summary: You had to wait on Fett’s ship while they stormed the cruiser. You wait impatiently for the outcome of the rescue.

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Rating/Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 16!!!! Other than the spoilers, it’s all angst and no editing lol. But seriously, if you’re avoiding finding out what happens in Season 2, Episode 8 / Chapter 16 of The Mandalorian, don’t read this yet.

Set after The Reason, but can be read as a stand-alone

A/N: That episode wrecked me so... who wants more angst? Despite my reservations last week about posting a reaction fic, here’s one for this week! I had another follow up planned to The Reason, which I will likely still write eventually and set after this one.

Your leg bounced anxiously as you waited for Fett to relay any news. You’d already asked twice if he’d heard from them yet and didn’t want to annoy him further. He was a nice enough man but you had seen him in battle. You had no intention of pushing him to the ends of his patience.

You wished you were with them on the cruiser. You had wanted to go but had been met with five different disapproving stares, even if some of those stares were hidden under helmets. You had been expecting Din to argue that it was unsafe, but the others agreeing had been a surprise.

You had proven yourself on Sorgan. You had helped take down a walker for Gods’ sake! You were there when Moff Gideon first showed his face, you had helped with the Krayt Dragon, had breached the old imp base on Nevarro- You could handle it.

Ultimately, you lost the argument. Din claimed he needed to know you were safe to focus on saving Grogu. Cara, although she complimented your skills previously, explained that you weren't ready to take on dark troopers. Bo-Katan and Koska dismissed you entirely. Boba was gentle in his denial, simply stating that it would be safer for you to stay with him as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Fennec nodded along with his statements. You reluctantly agreed.

You didn’t want to be a cause for distraction or to get in anyone’s way, but you felt useless. You just wanted to help. Your heart ached for the child, having no idea if he was safe or if he was cold, hungry and scared. Your whole being was begging for a role in the plot so that you could help, but you had to tell yourself the best help you could be was to simply wait.

“Just got their signal” Fett’s voice echoed through the hold. “We’re going in.”

You nearly sobbed in relief at his words. You wanted to ask who had been the one to hail him, had they said anything about what happened, did they find Grogu, was everyone okay- you didn’t ask any of the questions. Instead you gripped your harness tightly, knuckled turning white with the pressure, anxiously awaiting.

You had shed several tears by the time Slave I had docked. You were certain they had the child. Even if something had happened to one of them, any of them, they would make sure he gets back to you. That much you were sure of. You were unclipping the harness as soon as the ship righted itself, running for the ramp.

They were all there. All standing. No blood or major injuries to be found. You felt relief flood you as it was confirmed: they’d done it. Cara, Fennec, Bo-Katan, Koska, a cuffed Moff Gideon and-

Din was helmetless. Your breath caught at the sight, still unused to just how handsome he was. You ran for him, needing to wrap your arms around him, to feel that he was okay, to hold him and your foundling and know your little family was back together.

“Where is he?” You asked excitedly as you reached them. Din stopped walking, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. The others carried on to the ship, giving the two of you a moment of privacy.

“Din?” You asked quietly, making sure your voice didn’t carry over to them. “Where’s Grogu?”

“He’s gone, cyar'ika.” He mumbled against your skin. You could hear just how much his voice shook without the modulator of his helmet to disguise his emotions.

The words felt like ice cold water being dumped over your body. They stole your breath away and your knees buckled. You would have fallen had Din not been holding you so tightly. “W-what?” You stuttered, trying to comprehend what he had said.

“He’s okay,” he clarified. “He’s where he belongs.”

That made no sense. You regained your strength so you could take a step back, forcing Din’s head up so you could look him in the eyes. His didn’t drop his hold on you, just moved his hands to your upper arms. “Where he belongs? He belongs with us.”

He shook his head, sadness pooled in those brown eyes. He wasn’t crying, but the tears were threatening to spill over any moment.

“A Jedi came. Skywalker. He’s going to train him, take care of him.” He whispered.

It felt like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t quite catch a decent breath, your shaking inhalations echoing through the hangar.

You knew this moment had been coming. It’s what the two of you had been working towards for months it seemed. Din had been charged with returning the child to it’s people, to the Jedi. You had thought Ahsoka Tano would train him, but she wouldn’t take him. You’d been secretly relieved for more time with the little green being, but now that time was up. Too much of it had been stolen by Moff Gideon taking the child away from you.

“Well, where is he?” You demanded, feeling the tears pooling in your own eyes. It had been hard enough to say goodbye when you thought he would be staying on Corvus, but now it seemed it was happening for real.

“He’s gone.” Din admitted. The muscles of his face shook as they flexed, trying to keep his emotions in check.

You shook your head before looking around the hangar for an out of place ship. Whatever the Jedi had arrived in. “No, I haven’t said goodbye yet.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, his own voice growing shakier as he cupped your cheek. He pulled your attention back to him.

“But…” you bit your lip to stop it from shaking. “I didn’t say goodbye.”

Din pulled you back into a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around him in return, burying your face in the cloth of his cape pooled around his neck. The smell of sweat and blaster fire clung to the fabric as you sobbed.

“I didn’t even get to tell him I love him. To say goodbye.” You cried loudly, not caring who in the galaxy could hear your sorrow.

“He knows. I promise cyar'ika, he knows.” He croaked.

Din shook in your arms. He didn’t make another sound, but his body shook with his own silent sobs. Your legs gave out under you and he lowered the two of you to the ground. You ended up in his lap, both of you holding on tightly to the other as you could as you cried. Your little family was down to two, and you hadn’t been ready in the least.

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl @din-damn-djarin @thisisthe-wayson @insideafictionaluniverse

#The Mandalorian Spoilers #Din Djarin x Reader #The Mandalorian x Reader #Din Djarin drabble #The Mandalorian drabble #Din Djarin imagine #The Mandalorian imagine #Din Djarin fanfic #The Mandalorian fanfic #Pedro Pascal Character fanfiction #WookieTales

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years ago

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I'm back from my mandatory two day socialization recovery period required for all socialization even if I enjoy it. It's time for some Mermaid!Din au thoughts (No thots unfortunately but we'll live)

First off I love the isolation that the reader faces because of the lighthouse they live in. And I love how the townspeople being nice to the reader help give them a reason to stick around when weird things start happening.

I love how it took months before anything strange starts happening, like were Din and Grogu just not around or were they observing the reader. Did Din ever try to stop Grogu from damaging the lighthouse or did he let the little rascal do as he pleased.

· And gosh I love the idea of reader dressing in old worn clothing, a knit sweater with fraying sleeves, sweat pants covered in paint from repairs, an old windbreaker to help keep the cold out. It makes me heart all warm and fuzzy.

Edna, who i've head cannoned as this series Miss Chatham (H2O: just add water charter) is honestly life goals. Like live near ocean - check(ish), have rare knowledge that can be used to help new person - check, being just slightly spooky -amazing. And is that a little matchmaker I see her playing? I love it.

Then Grogu being injured :( I bet that Din is absolutely being eaten alive by guilt even though we all know it’s not his fault and he does literally anything he can to keep Grogu safe and happy.

And In love how Din is venerable enough to ask for help, like he recognizes that this is something out of his area of expertise so he goes to the person he knows is “safe” to get help. He’s humble enough to admit that he needs help and is not capable of doing everything for Grogu. And being able to admit that is an important life skill that not enough people have.

· But even after he ask the reader for help he is still hesitant which shows that even though hes trusting reader he will still kick (is it still a kick if its with a tail) the readers ass if he hurts him.

“But you can help him” Oh my heart the trust in that sentence. Like Din just heard, “so yeah I can help your son but I have to take him somewhere it will be hard for you to follow. And he needs to stay there for at least a week, and even if you manage to come its going to be so far from your natural element.” But he was still on board with the plan. And then he goes to climb on the rock so he can drag himself all the way to the light house because he can’t let his little boy go alone even if it means hurting himself to do it.

Reader was smart af for doing the old blanket slipperaroo trick

Reader immediately knowing something was up when she walked into town is so realistic. She literally is hiding a massive secret at her lighthouse of course anyone would be on edge walking back into society. Especially a society that already knows a little something about the secret. But them to amplify it. Miss Chatham to the rescue. She knows that reader is up to something and she uses her powers as an old lady with lungs and karen potential to scare off the problem for a little bit. The reader just placed so much trust on Edna by straight up telling her that she's housing Din and Grogu.

· Also that fool browsing the menstrual hygiene rack, like dumbass. Is this your way of making him miss every shot? Because we know that storm troopers are well known for their ability to miss every shot so making him automatically turn to tampons? Genius

Cashier for the win, like beep beep bitch now pay up

The "cyare" omg and then the reader warning Din about the cookies and him being so curious about them. The way Din is so perceptive of the readers mood that he is already able to tell that something is wrong. It was such a smart idea to have the reader lead with asking him to give her a small chance to calm down about what happened in the town.

Din and the reader low-key flirting and teasing each other at the end is so adorable. Grogu with the cookie absolutely melts my heart like of course that boy is hungry.

So this is a slightly polished layout of my stream of consciousness while reading this. Does it make sense? Probably not. But I love this idea and you have done it justice.

Ahhhhhhz thank you for all of the lovely thoughts and compliments, im glad you like my story and I hope it continuesto meet your expectations!!!! And you made perfect sense darling!

To reply to some things:

Honestly, I chose the isolation for two reasons, 1- it made sense, especially for how the plot is going to play out, privacy and isolation is needed, and 2- im introverted and I like being alone, so I just projected

The town's people are great! They are used to having lighthouse keepers just up and leave because of all the weird stuff, so the second that one sticks around they were all overjoyed, because like I said, a lot of the people work on boats fishing so the lighthouse is super important to them

Din did wait and observe the reader, wanting to know what to do when to attempt to scare them off. But also like no, he tried keeping Grogu away from the lighthouse as much as possible, not knowing what the reader might do to him, and just being a protective father, but we all know Grogu is a little shit and he snuck out before Din could stop him

Reader dresses in the COMFIEST clothes, and honestly, I am very much a sweater and comfy leggings kind of person, so again, something I am projecting

I love that you and everyone is loving Edna, she is definitely one of those cool old ladies that sneak you treats and shenanigans when no one is looking!

Also because idk if anyone has pointed it out.... in the last chapter I thought I was heavily hinting at it, but maybe it was more subtle than I thought, Edna and her MERMAID were alot more than friends *wink wink* she's gay as fuck and thats why she made the joke about not liking NUTS

Din loves Grogu, in and out of this AU, and it was 1000% not his fault that Grogu got hurt, in fact he was trying to protect him! Din definitely panicked and the first person that came to mind was the reader, and while he didn't know them, he knew for some reason they were safe to go to for help (as well as knowing the lighthouse would be a good place to hide while some things cooled down 👀), but Din will always be cautious because he is scared for his son

Din is just *chef's kiss* 👌, an amazing father who will do ANYTHING for his son, no matter what it takes

The whole blanket thing literally came from my childhood, thinking about how my sisters and I would drag eachother around on blankets, and I just thought it would be great for this scenario

Like the reader is gonna get real paranoid during this series, im not going to lie to you, things are gonna get rough, but Edna is the MVP she's one of those people that could pull your darkest secrets from you just by glancing at you, and the reader pretty much assumed she was safe to talk to after she had informed her about the food offerings

Ok ok, as for the dudes, I was too lazy to look up their names and stuff but they were these dudes from season 1 that gave Din Grogu's bounty: the first dude is the one 'hiding' in the women's hygiene section

Din is just obsessed for human food at this point, and he feels things for the reader even of he doesn't want to admit it quite yet

Din also may be oblivious as fuck, but he's also observant, hes a bounty hunter for fucks sake, he needs to be able to pick up on these things, so yes in my stories Din is really good at picking up on emotions, even if he doesn't fully know how to react to them

Im aiming for a slow burn foc, but to be honest with you all, chances are it is going to be a regularly paced romance, which for my writing is slow paced, so yeah the idiots are flirting and teasing eachother, but also like they will not be talking about or admitting feelings for at least a few more chapters

Grpgu deserves all the cookies!!! He's a growing tadpole, who has been magically healing himself while in a coma like state, so he hasnt eaten in days, and if he wanted he'd probably be able to devour 2x his body weight and then some, so a few cookies recieved in some kind of mysterious way are well achieved

Merman!Din Tags: @writeforfandoms @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @honey-goth @mando-abs @lux-cream-67 @rachelle-on-the-run @katcharm @ladamari68 @bluegalaxyprime @my-life-as-a-bird @altarsw @zarakem @stargazingthenightaway

(Added the taglist in case any of you guys wanted to read over my thoughts and things bc I have some hcs and cleared somethings up ypu may be wondering about)

#merman!din djarin #merman au #merman!din x lighthouse keeper!reader #and tadpole!grogu

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remmysbounty · 4 years ago

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Hello lovely! For the kissing ask, #12 with Din? 💕

Hi boo, thank you so much for sending this one in!!! I absolutely loved writing it :)

I would really really really appreciate it if y’all could give me any feedback you have for this one, it’s the first time I write a fic that is based around an episode, which if you haven’t finished season 2 then I ask that you do not read this fic!!!

prompt 12: Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

hidden in the shadows // din djarin x f!reader

As Din hid away to change into the storm trooper’s uniform, you couldn’t help but follow.

The two of you had only gotten married days before- before Tython, before everything crumbled- with only Grogu as your witness, and with all the chaos going on, neither of you wanted to say a word to anyone.

You knew he was watching out of the corner of his eye, seeing how your nerves ate away at you and brought his hand out for you to grab before pulling you into his chest. You’d have to break away soon enough, but for now, you were going to enjoy the feeling of being in Din’s arms.

“Can you help me with the helmet, please?” It came out as a whisper, and while you barely heard it you weren’t surprised by Din’s request.

You were still pretty surprised that Din had even agreed to do this as-is, so you tried not to make it a huge thing, just removing the helmet the same way you did all those days ago.

Your eyes softened at seeing your riduur’s face again and quickly but softly you brought your lips to his. Din’s arms tightened their hold on you as his way of making the kiss last longer and yet when the two of you pulled away, you couldn’t help but give him another peck before putting on the other helmet, “Stay safe, riduur.”

Din brought his forehead down to yours, “I’ll try my hardest riduur.”

You held onto Din’s rifle before leading him over to where Mayfield and Cara were waiting.

As Cara and Din talked for a couple minutes, and Din passed his armour over to her, you decided to give Mayfield a little warning, “If I find out that by the Maker something happens to Mando and it’s because you couldn’t bother to help him then I swear there is no place in this galaxy you can hide from me because I can and will find you, and you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

Mayfield’s eyes widened at your warning and he quickly nodded his head in agreement.

Cara and Din had ended their conversation and you could tell Din was starting to hover near you, “Everything okay, riduur?”

You eyed Mayfield as you spoke, “Everything is just fine, right Mayfield?” Once again he nodded his head before he put on his helmet and got into the truck.

Checking to make sure nobody was paying attention, you pulled Din’s forehead down for a quick Keldabe kiss whispering to him as you did so, “I love you riduur.”

“I love you too riduur.”

Translations:

riduur: spouse/husband/wife

Tin Man: @booksmusicteaandanimals @lathyrusodorxtus @captn-andor @thewayofthemandalorian @dindjarindiaries @dindjarinscape @din-damn-djarin @maybege @ohwaitimthewriter

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what-the--curtains · 4 years ago

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Alliance

Chapter 7 – The Redemption

(Mando x reader)

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Summary: Caged and alone you struggle to stay alive as the empire questions you about the child. With nothing left to lose you begin planning your final escape.

Tw: Swearing, torture, blood.

Notes: whoop its been a minute, but class started back up so chapters will take a bit longer to get out! Hope y’all enjoy it❤️

Words: 3.6k

Tagged: @crazycookiecrumbles

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You're woken by yet another electrical shock coursing through your veins. They’d upped your security after your fourth escape attempt which meant you were only removed from your cell for intermittent questioning and various invasive tests. The sporadic visits left you with a distorted sense of time leaving you completely unaware at just how long you had been on the ship, a day? A week? A few hours? Your blood being drained wasn't helping the situation. You knew they would have figured out by now that its life elongating properties were nothing more than rumour, so what the hell did they need so much for? An all-inclusive spa?

After the shock finishes coursing through you, the two troopers cuff your limp limbs and walk you over to yet another cold, white, over-fluorescent room that smelled disconcertingly like bleach. They toss you roughly into a chair and restrain your wrists, abdomen and legs with thick metal straps that were sure to leave bruises. The troopers exit the room remaining at the door. Your multiple escape attempts paired with your ability to use the force had made them wary, watching your every move like a hawk. The door closes behind the troopers leaving you alone with only the faint murmur being emitted by the various machines casing the walls. You waited wondering who would be entering through the door. Another doctor or nurse with needles and vials which would be carted away for an unknown, but likely sinister purpose, or maybe another man in a grey uniform coming to beat you into submission. You’re not sure which you’d prefer. Whoever was coming for you today was taking their sweet time really keeping you in anticipation. Just as you’re dozing off the mechanical doors slide open. The imperial guard wastes no time in shocking you awake.

“Where is the child?” he says, lowering the cattleprod and removing his gloves.

“How the hell would I know that?” you ask your body clenched. Three men in lab coats enter the room drawing blood from you and exiting as quickly as they came.

“I will keep asking until your answer changes.” He says, this guard was particularly sadistic opting to burn you along your thigh when you once again refuse to answer.

“Well then start asking different questions.” you respond, eyes were brimming with tears that you had been holding back for too long.

“Where are they?” he demands, pressing the searing rod onto the bare flesh of your arm, you remain silent as a single tear rolls down your face.

“Even if I knew I’d never tell you” you say, as he slaps you across the face, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“You will if you value your life.” He snarls, grabbing you by the hollows of your cheeks.

“Well you’ve overestimated its value to me. Besides, my life is nothing compared to his.” You say, spitting blood back in his face

“Take her back. If she doesn’t speak soon, maybe she’ll finally get her wish.” He says, pulling out a white handkerchief. You watched as the white fabric slowly stains red as it drags across his face.

“Promise?” you ask smiling sweetly exposing your blood soaked teeth. It’s the last thing you remember before blacking out.

You wake up to a familiar scene, one you had bore witness to most nights. Your feet hit against the cold white marble tracing the same path you had walked a hundred times prior. Allowing yourself to flow through the motions, bringing your hands up to protect your face for the elements, fumbling around until you see the figure. Your hand reaches out your fist closing around nothing but the crisp air. This time, you don’t wake up. You swivel around looking back and scanning your dreamscape frantically, as the wind howls louder. A hand clasps around your mouth, you try to scream, but you can’t, you try to breath, but you can’t.

You jolt upright in the poor excuse for a bed gasping for air and pawing at your throat. You relax into a steady rhythm as your lungs refill with air, racking your hands through your hair. They’re just nightmares you repeat over and over to nobody but the four walls confining you.

They weren’t just anything and you knew that, especially not this one. This, this felt like a warning. It felt like something was calling to you, something evil. Something that was trying desperately to claw its way out. You shake your head, shifting to happier thoughts. You were still alive and that meant that the child was still safe, and Anya, and Din.

You figured you’d never see them again. You weren’t upset, or at least you wouldn’t be soon, one way or another. Hey at least you’d gotten an apology from the Mandalorian before the end, or you would have if you had let him finish his sentence. You knew it had to be this way. “This is the way” you say chuckling. Even a thousand light years away he was somehow still with you. Wherever they were they weren’t coming back, they couldn’t. You were on your own, and you had to plan your next escape to the T if it was going to work.

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“I need your help, I can pay.” Din says to the ex-soldier.

“Mando, nice to see you again, and you found the precious bounty,” she says, lifting up the small green child who is happily held by her. “What do you need me for. “

“We need to get someone. Extraction mission. They were taken protecting this womp rat.” He says affectionately rubbing the kids head.

“Who took them?”

“The empire.” He deadpans.

“No way, not enough credits in the world.” She laughs, handing the child back to the Mandalorian and making her way over to her desk.

“Please.” he begs, hoping his desperation wasn’t as evident as it sounded under the helmet.

“Do they expect you to go back?”

“I don’t even know if they're alive.”

“Must be someone pretty special for you to risk going back there with him” she says stroking the kids ear.

“ I’m not taking the kid, I’m leaving him with a friend.”

“ Lots of friends these days hey Mando? Fine, I'll help, but I get my pick of the weapons after.”

“Deal. Not the spear though. Cara. Are you listening to me” he asks as she enters into the ship, not listening.

Corvus, Outer Rim

“So who are we looking for here?” Cara asks.

“Ashoka Tano, she's a Jedi, she can watch Grogu while we get the person out” he says, unsure why he kept referring to you as a person and not by name.

“Jedi, hey? They seem drawn to you maybe you're secretly one” she laughs

“You coming?” he asks

“Nope, I'll let you escort junior here to his babysitter, assuming you can handle it alone?”

Din exits the ship, child in arm, making his way through the trees that were beginning to bloom, now that the threat of war no longer loomed over them.

“Mando, welcome back!” The governor exclaims grasping the Mandalorians arm in his

“Is Ashoka here?”

“Yes, I’ll take you to her.”

“Hello again” she says, removing her eyes from the documents spread across her desk

“I need a favour.” He states bluntly “There are only a few people I trust to care for him, one is coming with me the other is being held captive”

“So that leaves me, I’m flattered and happy to take him for a short while” she takes the child gently rocking him back and forth.

“Thank you. Be good.” he says, pointing a stern finger at Grogu “You should watch your valuables and any food you're saving” Din finishes before striding back down the hallway.

“The person who you seek” Ashoka's voice rings out, stopping him dead in his tracks. “she is powerful”

“I know, she’s like you” He turns in time to see a notable look of seriousness spread across her face.

“In more ways than one, I offer you a word of warning. She is an asset no doubt, but she has suffered, and those who have known pain are often targeted by sinister forces especially when they are powerful. They have targeted her already, they will find her and try and claim her as their own.”

“How do I stop them”

“You can’t.”

“What can you tell me about her?”

“I cannot tell you anything, you can hope in time she will reveal herself to you, but do not hold your breath, it may never happen and that may be for the best. I do not tell you this to frighten you but to make you aware of the situation you are now deeply entrenched in.” The Mandalorian nods before returning the way he came.

Deep Space, unknown coordinates

“So who exactly are we getting? Whose so special they deserve a saving from you?” Cara asks, slouching down in the passenger seat.

“She saved me twice, I can’t leave her with the empire.” Realises his mistake the second he says it.

“Oh so it’s a she,” Cara says, drawing out the last word. “ You know for a guy with no face you certainly get around”

“It’s not like that” he answers, only causing her to press for more information akin to a dog with a bone.

“Oh I’m sure, so who is it this time?”

“You remember that bounty we got months back?” he says fiddling with various gadgets. “Vryssa” he adds hoping he doesn’t have to expand.

“Oh” Cara says slightly taken aback “the hot one with the bow and arrow who spat in your face?”

“That’s the one,” he says smiling under the helmet.

She lets out a low whistle “Good for you, I mean I don’t know what you look like under there but she’s gotta be out of your league.”

“It’s not like that,” he says.

“What? Am I embarrassing you?” she laughs. “Fine, I'll stop. I’m happy for you Mando, better get an invite to the wedding. Can you even get married?” Seeing she may have pushed her limits she continued “Alright, aright just joking so what’s the plan.”Leading Cara down the ladder into the mainspace of the ship a door opens revealing a single storm trooper uniform.

“I land the ship here. There's a hatch that leads into a storage closet where you, in the uniform, will drop down. The prisons are located on the third floor,and my guess she’ll be kept in maximum security, so by the end of the hall, here, on the far left. I’ll get the doors open, you get her out.”

“You don’t want to be the one to swoop in and save her?” Cara replies “Just asking,” she finishes raising her hands up in the air.

Your eyes open upon hearing the ringing of blaster shots reverberating throughout the hollow walkways. More infighting you suppose, letting out a deep sigh and closing your eyes hoping to get a moment's peace before your next, and quite possibly last, interrogation. Not a moment after you hear the familiar metallic screech as your cell doors open. You sit up shifting back into the wall and bringing your knees to your chest. Only one trooper? This was your chance, you could take a single trooper in your sleep, your eyes glance back to the trooper, as you formulate your next move. Move. Why hadn’t it moved? Where was the shocker? Why was the armour slightly malfitted. It couldn’t be. Could it?

“Aren’t you a little tall for a stormtrooper?” You ask, as its hands go up to the helmets side.

“Cara Dune,” you exhale, not exactly who you were expecting, but who you were to complain “nice to not be on the receiving end of your force” you say as she frees your hands and pulls you up.

“Can you walk?” you nod “Heard you’re a mean shot” she says handing you a blaster and redonning the trooper helmet. You’re following her out the door when you feel your knees go.

“Shit” Cara mutters, hooking your armpits and stopping you from eating it.

“I’m fine just give me a sec.” you say slapping your thighs to try and get the blood rolling.

“Ya you sure seem fine am I gonna have to carry you out?”

“If I said maybe would that be convincing enough for you.” she shoots you a look “I'm only partially joking, alright feeling reinstated lets go before they give out again.” You follow behind her shooting down the few troopers in your path.

You're almost to the ship when a mechanical voice stops you both.

“State your business with prisoner 26758” the droid asks.

“Prisoners 26758 is being moved for questioning” Cara says without hesitation. It looks at her then to you before turning around and continuing on its way. She exhales cutting the tension in the surrounding air. You proceed hastily through the ship ducking behind spare parts as employees walk by, until you reach a storage closet.

“Really?” you ask

“Really.” she parrots back to you opening the door as you squeeze into the closet's confined space. Once the doors closed she interlocks her fingers, boosting you up through a hatch where an unmistakable arm reaches down. You latch onto it with both hands and it pulls you up with familiar ease. With your feet back on solid ground you finally look up into the dark glass of the visor obscuring your saviours face.

“You came back?” you say unblinking, not wanting to break your gaze afraid this was nothing more than a fever dream.

“I said I would,” he responds, still holding your hand in his.

“There’s time for this later, let’s get a move on.” Cara, says pushing between you and the Mandalorian, causing a flushed feeling to rush over your body as you quickly drop his hand. You hobble over to the cockpits entrance where Cara had recently disappeared up into. You wince as your arms reach for the ladder, but before you can heave yourself up you feel two large hands around your waist. Din lifts you gently up to Cara who hooks her arms under yours pulling you up so your legs are dangling on the precipice.

“Where’s the kid?” you ask, as Din ascends.

“You think I’d bring him here” he says, gently helping you settle into the passenger seat. “They're safe, don't worry. Get some rest” he says “we’ll be there soon”

Corvus, Outer Rim

Cara helps you out onto the soft grass covering the planet's floor watching as a woman appears from the walls guarding a small city. She moves towards reaching her hand up causing you to flinch. She pauses for a moment before removing your hood.

“You look just like her.” She says smiling.

“Like who?” you ask.

“Your mother. I knew her back, before the temple when she... I'm sorry I couldn’t do more.” Ahsoka says allowing a silence to hang in the air as she hands Grogu back to the Mandalorian.

“It wasn’t your fault, from what my grandmother said there was no stopping him once the Sith took hold.”

“I'm sorry about your grandmother, I felt her leave not too long ago”

“Thank you” you say, taking her hands in yours.

“I have something for you” she gestures for you to follow her back into the city’s walls.

Din takes a step forward but Cara places a hand on his arm shaking her head.

“I don't think we're on the invite list for this one, c’mon i'll let you beat me in a arm wrestling match.”

“If we may speak frankly...” Ashoka starts once in her office “The item in this box is no toy, it must not fall into the wrong hands. You have been having nightmares?” She asks, turning to face you, as you nod eyes darting away from her gaze “You must be careful who you let into your head from now on. Once they’re in it's hard to get them out. They will be looking for you.”

“Who?” you ask, taking a cautious step towards her.

“They will not stop, they are dangerous, ruthless and extremely persuasive, they can turn even the best. The path you walk is unclear, foggy, there will come a time that a choice must be made, and if you do not make it yourself they will make it for you.” She runs a hand over a small wooden box lightly wiping away the gathering dust. “This belonged to your mother, I found it when I returned to the temple, she would have wanted you to have it.” Its weight takes you by surprise. Sliding the slotted lid open an unmistakable cylinder sits atop a deep blue fabric.

“A lightsaber” you whisper brows knitted in disbelief. “ I’m not, I don’t know how” you say, extending the box back out to her hoping she’d take it back.

“Your training over the years means you know how to use it.” She says placing the box down, taking out the sabers hilt and offering it back to you. You press down on the button and as you release it a faint purple light shoots out, emitting a dull buzz. Ashoka was right, you did know how to use it, all those years maneuvering around the woods with a wooden staff had paid off in the end.

“She was one of the best teachers, your grandmother. You’re a testament to that. You have a strong connection to the force and an even deeper understanding and respect for it.” You close the saber looking back over to the jedi master whose smile has faded.

“There are worse things in this galaxy than crime lords and ex troopers, something is brewing deep below, I know you’ve felt it too. This saber will protect you when you need it most. Continue your training, but keep an eye on your emotions, I do not know the relationship you share with those who came to your aid but do not let the roots grow too deep. It can have devastating consequences. To be a Jedi is to be alone” she squeezes your arm gently as your eyes finally meet hers, finding a semblance of similarity and understanding in them. Her words weigh heavy on you as you return back to the ship's entrance way where Din and Cara were wrestling. Anya spots you first and rushes over to you, you bend over scratching her ears. Grogu, noticing Anya leave, peels himself away from the fight and makes his way over to you whining loudly.

“Is no one paying you any attention?” you coo down to him and he responds with a gurgle “the nerve.” you say shaking your head causing him to giggle, as you pick him up.

“Your mother was probably teaching young Grogu here at some point.” Ashoka says loud enough to stop the all out war happening behind you.

“I don’t remember him, or her really.” You say as Grogu grabs at a loose strand of hair.

“Well he remembers you, or he thinks that you're your mother.” She reopens the wood box and you place the saber back inside, handing it to you once it's closed.

“Is that a lightsaber?” Cara asks, eyes wide, as she approaches, brushing dirt off herself. “You can pay me with that,” she says, turning back to look up at the Mandalorian who's fixated on you.

“Where will you go, now the empire is looking for you all?” Ashoka asks, noting the apparent fondness shared amongst the small motley crew.

“Hoth for now, hasn’t seen humans in a while good place to hide out with all the abandoned bases. Hopefully the camouflage technology is still in place.” Din says.

“And too cold for any reasonable people to venture to,” Cara says.

“Not exactly the retirement I had in mind.” you mutter, but at least it was better than the funeral you were planning earlier that day.

“Wasn’t sure we’d ever find you.” Cara says as the ship reaches deep space, her chair swiveling around to face you

“Glad you did.” You say looking up blinking slowly, as a yawn escapes your lips.

“Sure made our jobs harder, had to try to escape didn’t you.” She pats you lightly on the shoulder as she drops down to the lower level.

“Thought I was on my own you” you call down to her laughing.

“Not anymore” Dins' voice cuts in, causing you to scrunch up your mouth in an attempt to hide the smile that was forming.

“Thank you, for coming back, a few more days and I think there’d be no blood left in my body the way they were siphoning it.”

“Kid wouldn’t stop crying” he offers

“Well I'll be sure to thank him. Guess we're all squared up then, end of the line now the kid’s back?” you say.

“Doesn't have to be, besides you should wait until you’re healed up and we may need that saber if anyone shows up for the kid before we can get him to a Jedi.” He says realizing he’d thrown every excuse in the book for you to stay with them.

“Guess you’re right” you say, happy that the Mandalorian wanted you around, even if it was just for childcare

“Usually am” he responds, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head, resting it back against the chair and allowing your eyes to close. As you doze off you hope when you wake you wouldn’t find yourself back in a cell.

#mando x y/n #mando x you #mando x reader #the mandolarian #the mandolorian x reader #din x y/n #din x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #star wars #the mandalorian #alliance #chapter 7

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I have completed The Mandalorian and now I shall proclaim to the mostly-porn-bots who follow me... MY THOUGHTS:

(I shall assume that this silence is one of awe and anticipation)

FIRSTLY, I would like to give an oscar to that one security officer who gave such delightfully distressed facial expressions before their ship was commandeered by Mandalorians and he was unceremoniously shot by his commanding officer.

In fact, bravo to that whole crew for stunning levels of Imperial Incompetence, one of my favourite Star Wars tropes. BUT SPECIAL SHOUT OUT to that one guy who was so pleased with himself for locking the Mandalorians in with the cargo hold controls... Until he and all his men were flushed out of the ship like shiny Imperial turds.

Next on the agenda is The Evil Dubstep Troopers. They were cool and scary until we saw Luke Skywalker force-juice one like it was a fucking lemon.

Side note: Grogu needs to work on choosing his moments to use his motherfucking force powers. Maybe on Moff Gideon, for example. Although, it was enjoyable watching him choke Cara for no reason, if only because of who she was played by.

Speaking of the force-gremlin, watching him mercilessly devour that frog-lady's offspring was excellent. I kept bouncing between expressions of horror and maniacal cackling.

I have mentioned The Spider Monsters in a previous post. I like spiders but those fuckers were revolting. Congratulations to whoever cane up with that nightmare-fuel.

LOVE Queen Armourer. I was so happy she was not purged. She is a very cool lady. I was afraid that she was resigned to a noble death in battle until she started THONKING Storm Troopers with her forge tools.

When Queen Fennec got shot by that irritating space twink, I was very disappointed... But so very happy when she returned! Nothing more to say here. I just think she's neat.

Evil Elspeth was also great. I enjoyed her constant state of barely contained maniacal glee, her commitment to The Evulz and I loved watching her day being ruined. An excellent villain. We stan.

Bo Katan seems like she's wandered into the wrong genre. All of her grandiose talk about reclaiming Mandalore and the dark saber and blah blah blah yes, I need to watch the animated stuff and I did enjoy many of her badass moments but she often comes across as kind of a dick but not in a fun way. I have spoken.

I was real sad when Kuiil died. I wish that IG-11 had stayed around longer, too. It would've been nice to see the droid continuing Kuiil's legacy.

I'm starting to realise that I like Imperials a bit too much... Obviously, in universe, they're a terrifying and powerful force of evil but, on screen, it's just so fun to watch them adorably flail from one inevitable disaster to the next!They feel like the underdogs because we know they can't win but it's so cute to watch them try :') Also, I'm biased because of the accents.

Although, Moff Gideon pisses me off because he just struts about in the middle of things with no helmet on or even his legendary dark saber out for protection and yet no one ever thinks to shoot, grenade or whistling bird him? Or force choke him? Even though the whole idea at the end of the first season was to cut off the head of the snake to protect Grogu.

Pedro Pascal as Din is EVERYTHING. I don't know what more I can say. It is so refreshing to watch a show with a lead who's so quiet.

Frog Lady. I love her. She will be best frog mumma! She gives me Wind in the Willows vibes in her cute little outfit.

I don't know her name but I have so much love for the Tatooine mechanic lady and her cymbals-looking pop-up droids. When Din was sent back to Tatooine, I was disappointed but then THIS QWEEN WAS BACK. I love her. She was right about Frog Lady!

Is that woozle sentient? I don't know what it's called. The thing that Cara rescued from the forge. It is super cute. What are the ethics around eating other species in Star Wars land? Is there a Harkness test but for eating instead of fucking?

I loved that whole bit with those two dickhead scout troopers waiting for orders while Moff Gideon threw his weight around murdering officers for no reason (a time honoured Imperial tradition, seemingly). And they hit Grogu so it also felt good when they were exploded by IG. A fun ride from beginning to end.

I could watch Grogu mash Stormtroopers about all day, honestly. Again, he might want to consider targeting Moff Gideon because that would be even more funny. I hope that Season 3 begins with Grogu murdering the shit out of Moff Gideon in a hilarious and adorable fashion. And then eating his corpse (he must've been a good villain, since I am so eager for his grisly demise).

Mando and Grogu X murder is my otp.

That crazy blue twi'lek was chewing the scenery hard and I loved every second of it. RIP Davan.

Fucking Jawas...

I can't believe I forgot to mention my top three SLORPS of the series! 3. The Evil Dubstep Troopers getting slorped into space when Din opened the airlock. 2. Grogu slorping up motherfucking everything. 1. Our winner! That Mandalorian woman with the cool hair slorping the everloving SHIT out of that gross looking worm thing in her chowder. YOU DO YOU, QWEEN.

Congratulations to the creators for making a AT-ST scary again, after the Ewok incident.

#Things I wrote while I was ill #Anna cannot be concise #The Mandalorian #Top 3 slorps #THOUGHTS #I loved this show #BABY YODA

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