#Grogu tbt

[totouchthcstars]

@hxlcycnx || Grogu & Din cont. from x

.｡.:*☆ "Sorry for being so late. Was at the mall to quickly get the food we ran out of and...." And then he had forgotten the time. A buddy Grogu knew from work had talked about all those comic books and movies in the new library, and had begged Grogu to go there with him sometime soon. Ideally, right in that moment, but Grogu had told his buddy he could not go, and that he had promised Din to get back home again quickly. Well, so much for that.

"I ran into someone and we talked," He said while placing the bags full of groceries on the kitchen counter. "If we would have those... oh, right, the word was mobile phones! Well, I would have texted you, if we would have those. But then it was late already, and I thought you most likely went to bed anyway, and all of that?"

[bcneficium]

Closed Starter: Grogu & Ahsoka Tano ( @ofcscavengcrs ) Location: Cordova Woods Campsite

Grogu was eating, which wasn't all that surprising since many people thought he couldn't really take care of himself. To him, it was amusing that some of the older folk around town were always inviting him over, something about them wanting to get some meat on his bones, especially due to the weather. It was also one of the reasons why he was wearing hand-knitted fingerless gloves because he couldn't say no to the sweet older woman who said he reminded her of her own son. While he ate, he was also practicing with the force. The force flowing through him felt familiar, but also different in a way because his body was different. He didn't look much like the same species as Master Yoda anymore, he was more humanoid like his father, Din. His brows furrowed as he concentrated on moving the silver ball, one that he'd been practicing on since he was on the Razor Crest. Grogu perked up when he heard footsteps, before his hand was navigating the ball towards the sound, as he called out to the visitor. "Who is it?"

[bcneficium]

"Both? The bread I can bring home to my dad, and the cupcake for while I wait?" Grogu questioned, a soft smile lighting up his face. "And hello! I like the way you decorated your bakery. It's very welcoming." He complimented, as he looked at the cupcakes to see which one he wanted.

“hello, welcome to mellark's bakery, can i help with anything today?” peeta asked, as he looked up as the bell to his shop rang. it was still early, having only opened his doors barely an hour ago. “if you’re looking for some cupcakes, i just finished decorating these.” he gestured to the cakes he had just finished arranging on the counter. “or if you want bread, i have a fresh batch of loaves in the oven. though, they won’t be ready for another ten minutes or so.” the person could leave and return and peeta would save them a loaf, or they could wait either in here or on the tables outside – peeta didn’t mind. @ivycovestarters

[scoundrvls]

❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, ❞ din said with a meaningful point at the little boy’s even button nose. the impenetrable promise of shining beskar didn’t counter the caution in his steps as the mandalorian descended into a rill of black water.

      waist high, din audibly shuddered as the stagnant water soaked through the layers of protective material. the innermost lining did its job, protecting his skin from the invasive moisture at the cost of chilling his skin. above him, the tunnel’s low ceiling glowed with shifting waves of cyan. curiously din waded closer. the reflective surface of his viewplate lit up as an outstretched hand closed the distance.

      the glow, revealing itself to be a reactive organism, dispersed with a startle when the mandalorian planted a hand on the stone. plunged into darkness, din remained perfectly still as his helmet’s ocular settings automatically adjusted the sudden lack of light. from his peripherals he watched as the tiny cyan lights peeked between stalactites. curiously the lights returned and swarmed around the intruding hand, outlining the five digit shape in a circlet of brilliant blue.

patu ? — @lionthought as 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔

      din tilted his steel chin over his shoulder, a fond smile pronounced in his voice. ❝ wanna see? ❞

      purposefully, the mandalorian removed his hand and returned to the boulder where’d left his son. with tender hands so accustomed to cradling weaponry, din retrieved grogu and returned to the cluster of bioluminescent beings.

      there was a brief hesitation on the wade back that his glove shielded din from some unseen threat the lifeforms posed. were they poisonous? would they burn grogu’s bare skin? what if the whatever they were secreted something that had penetrated the fibers and was now slowly killing him? a ghoulish end he might now be delivering his son.

      but the twinkling twin mirrors of the boy’s eyes urged the mandalorian forward. a voice in his head reminding him that his place was to protect his foundling from death, not life.

      ❝ not too fast, ❞ instructed din, lifting the young explorer towards the ripples waiting to greet him, ❝ you’ll scare them. ❞

[totouchthcstars]

.｡.:*☆ If Grogu was all honest, he had no idea why or how he'd ended up in a jazz bar, of all places. In fact, he did not even know if he was allowed to be there. But no one had asked him for any kind of ID. So, most likely, he would only get a stern talk about it from Din. If din would find out he was here, that was.

The thing just was, he did not have many experience with music. In his old life was a padawan, it had not existed - even when he'd caught Master Luke whistling now and then. But things like radio and jazz. It was new. And fascinating, in some way. Like, a part of Grogu wondered if he could dance to it. But, no one else did. They were al just sitting on thsoe weird stools, listening. So he just bounced his foot to the music a little.

"I would enjoy it more if they would allow us to dance," He turned to face Brett, shrugging. "I mean, isn't that what music is there for, usually?"

brett & grogu || @totouchthcstars

The city lights of Sydney sparkled like a sea of stars as Brett strolled through the vibrant streets. The night held a different energy, and the cool breeze carried the scent of adventure. Street performers filled the air with music, and the distant laughter of people enjoying the evening echoed through the urban landscape.

Brett found himself drawn to a lively jazz club, its inviting tunes spilling onto the sidewalk. The sultry sounds of saxophones and smooth rhythms invited him in. Stepping through the door, he was met with the cozy ambiance of dim lights and the intimate hum of conversation.

The bar was adorned with polished wood, and the air was thick with the aroma of fine spirits. Brett took a seat, appreciating the subtle buzz of the crowd. The bartender greeted him with a nod, and after a moment's contemplation, Brett ordered a classic cocktail.

As he waited for his drink, Brett's attention was captivated by the soulful performance on the small stage. The musicians, lost in their own world, created an atmosphere that transcended the ordinary. Brett couldn't help but tap his foot to the rhythm, feeling the music resonate through him.

The stool beside him became occupied by a fellow admirer of the jazz ensemble. The stranger's eyes reflected the same appreciation for the music that Brett felt. Their gazes met, and a silent understanding passed between them—a shared acknowledgment of the magic woven by the musicians.

The first notes of a particularly enchanting melody filled the room, and Brett turned to his newfound companion with a grin. "Can't resist a good jazz night. Mind if I join you in enjoying the music?" he asked, recognizing a kindred spirit in the rhythm of the night.

[cupofmin]

tbt to the night i woke up at 5:00 am and decided to draw grogu cosplaying pedro // i turned it into a sticker

[yellowsabered-a]

I JUST WATCHED THE NEW EP AND I LOVE STAR WARS SO MUCH

[totouchthcstars]

@roarunderpxpercuts || Grogu & Sebastian cont. from x bc beta editor

.｡.:*☆ "Well, the people from my kind did look similar as well, usually." Grogu only knew from secondhand-stories, though. From Master Luke telling him about Master Yoda, because, Grogu himself did actually not remember that much. So, he could not be exactly sure. But well, it was as it was.

"Yet, we are usually not looking like twins. So, yeah, maybe it is really this planet. It wants to fuck with our heads, I am sure." Grogu made a face. His life here was not that bad, surely. Yet, he could not deny that a lot of strange things were going on, still.

"I am Grogu," Now he was smiling again, offering his hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you then, Sebastian."

[totouchthcstars]

.｡.:*☆ "Actually, uh...." Grogu blinked when suddenly being talked to, and it was obvious that he had very much not expected it. So, he looked at Daja for a moment longer while trying to figure out what to say, rubbing the back of his neck as he did.

"You see, actually, I was just curious what kind of shop this is?" He then eventually said. "Because I can not recall I have been here before, and... well. So, uh... what kind of shop is this? What are you selling here?"

@totouchthcstars || For anyone

"Hey there, sorry. I didn't hear anyone come in." Daja offered the person who'd just walked into her shop an easy smile before turning back to the forge for just a moment, her hands moving slowly to turn down the flames. Then she was approaching the other, wiping her hands on her apron. "Need something from the forge or just stopping by?"

[chucksantos]

🌈 Por fin pinté la cuna de Grogu aka Baby Yoda. Estuvo divertido buscar los tonos con acrílicos ✨, sin tener el CTRL Z a la mano 🥴 Finally painted Baby Yoda's 3D print crib. Painting with acrylics was fun, without using CTRL Z as usual. #3D #3dprinting #painting #yoda #starwars #themandalorian #theBadBatch #grogu #omega #disney #disneyplus #acrylicpainting #colors #tbt #throwbackthursday #fun (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSLl6tpAsGp/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gizkalord]

omg until just now i think i deleted from my memory that "grogu is immoral baby eater" and destielputinelection all happened on the same day lmfao............. tbt when this ask finally overloaded my brain:

remember when there was discourse about grogu eating frog lady’s eggs

[pollonegro666]

#20210106 #Patacona #Valencia #España #Spain #Grogu ha acompañado a los #ReyesMagos hasta #Casa 😱 Los #Niños tienen un nuevo #Amiguito para #Jugar 😀

#TheChild has accompanied the Three Wise Men at #Home 😱 #Kids have a new #Friend to #Play with 😀

Google Tranlate in French: L'enfant a accompagné les Rois Mages à la maison. Les enfants ont un nouvel ami avec qui jouer

Google Tranlate in German: Das Kind hat die drei Weisen zu Hause begleitet. Kinder haben einen neuen Freund zum Spielen

Google Translate in Hebrew: הילד ליווה את שלושת החכמים בבית. לילדים יש חבר חדש לשחק איתו

Google Tranlate in Chinese: 兒童在家裡陪伴了三個智者。 孩子們有一個新朋友可以玩

Google Tranlate in Russian: Младенец сопровождал Трех волхвов дома. У детей есть новый друг, с которым можно поиграть

Google Translate in Japanese: 子供は家で三人の賢者に同行しました。 子供たちは一緒に遊ぶ新しい友達がいます

Google Translate in Arab: رافق الطفل الحكماء الثلاثة في البيت. لدى الأطفال صديق جديد يلعبون معه

#Travel #Travelgram #PlushiesOfInstagram #Beauty #TBT #GoodVibes #Wanderlust #WithGalaxy #ペンギン

[scoundrvls]

            ears with the wingspan to rival two porgs twitched over the edge of the grime-encrusted pane. a pair of enormous eyes soon followed, curious and hungry, embedded in a spring green face ripe with the roundness of childhood. the dianoga blinked, the child blinked back.

            grogu recognized the eyeball in the pipe as the same one he'd gobbled down earlier, only much bigger. much, much bigger. so it wasn't any good for snacking and — given that the dianoga was stuck in tube — it wasn't much of a playmate either. so grogu disembarked from his perch and shuffled through the streets of the outpost. he ducked and dodged foot traffic with playful ease as he followed whatever colors caught his attention.

            an abrupt chorus of chittering chirps caught the boy's attention. his ears navigated towards the commotion and he followed it hastily. it was a porg and street tooka caught in an epic battle of fur and feather over a scrap of charred meat. fangs of various sizes tugged at each end of the morsel, snouts twisted in determined snarls. grogu cooed, fascinated by the live entertainment, and toddled closer.

            the tooka's snub-nose wiggled, surprised by the sudden third party. it relinquished the meat, flattened its ears against its orbital skull, and hissed abashedly at the child before bounding away. victorious, the porg chortled gleefully and jumped into the air. as it flapped away, grogu gave chase, awestruck by this strange new friend.

            predatory eyes tracked the porg perfectly as grogu shuffled into a circular agora. the smell of succulent delights distracted the child from his current quarry and lured his bottomless stomach towards the center of the forum. adults and children much larger than him milled about and cried out to each other, their mouths decked in grease and bits of meal as a droid tended to the rotisserie.

            grogu's eyes bludged in their sockets as fat droplets of juice hissed into the fire, perfuming the air with a salivating aroma. but this piece was too big, though the boy would happily sink his teeth into the rotund haunch given a chance. no, there had to be a better way to get a bite and his nose deciphered it quickly. on the side of the spit was the stall itself. a throng of tall people lined the charred counter as plates piled high with meat and seared vegetables slid this way and that.

            the boy wedged himself between a pair of adults and watched as orders found their owners. with a thin veil of patience, grogu waited, his tongue coating his upper lip in anticipation.

            there! the white-haired human behind the counter called out a name but no one stepped up to claim the dish quick enough for the man to wait around. there other patrons to attend to so the human plopped the steaming wrap down, moving on to the next name in the chain.

            little by little, the platter crept towards the edge where grogu's outstretched fingers waited. another misadventure about to unfold by fingers eager to be sticky and sweet.

                        meanwhile . . .

            the boy's guardian was a flustered mess, pacing the back alleys of the spire in search of his tiny, green menace.

            ❝ grogu! ❞ din djarin hissed into the tight spaces only the child could squeeze through. his knees protested as the old bounty hunter stood up from another failed blind search through a cranny.

            ❝ c'mon, kid, ❞ a worrisome plea that would melt into an affectionate scolding once the boy was found.

            dank farrik, din chastized the ether, you're too old for this. i'm too old for this.

@graysistance​

[totouchthcstars]

.｡.:*☆ "I know. It is really.... what is the word? A very ancient place." Grogu chuckled quietly. He had no idea if the term was the correct one, but it brought the message across. In his opinion, anyway.

"And yes, I do trust her. She was friends with Leia Organa and Han Solo during the rebellion, so she must be a good one." Though, he decided to better not mention Ben, for now. From what Rey had said, he had not always been a good person, after all. And Grogu really didn't wanted to worry Din with any of those things. Like, the dark sides of the Force, and all of that.

"And I really think some training would be good for me. Really feel like I am not quite in shape anymore lately, you see?"

“don’t remind me.” din grumbled. he would have though com links would have at least been made available, but this place was so far in the past. “just let me know as soon as you can is what i’m getting at.”

it was so nice to talk to his son now. he still talked to grogu before all of this, but not in the same language. hearing grogu call him dad almost made him wish he could put the helmet back on so he could cry. but the jedi business…it made him worry more than he’d like to admit. he had let grogu go train before, and it nearly broke his heart. here, maybe din could just…be a dad and watch his son grow up. but the jedi ways could be dangerous.

“do you trust her? this girl, rey.” he asked worriedly. “i think you should get some training, especially with the force. i just want you to get good training and not get hurt.” he didn’t know much about much when it came to jedi and the force, but from what luke and ashoka had told him, it seemed like they were hunted as much as mandalorians were. maybe that wasn’t the case here…

[totouchthcstars]

"You're really good at that." - Quinn Fabray to anyone

.｡.:*☆ “Why thank you!” Grogu practially beamed at the praise. When he was younger - and still living in his other body - he had never been good at many things expect causing trouble. At least, according to his father. And later, sometimes, Master Luke. However, now Grogu was tall, and human, and had learned about many cool things he could do in this human body. Like cool stunts and tricks with what a other guy had told him was a skateboard. Self-build and a little wonky, but Grogu had managed to learn how to use it. Okay, maybe he had cheated a bit by using his yedi powers, but still...

“It is about control, most likely,” He then told the young woman. “And you have to trust yourself when you jump. Or, trust your body in general. It is capable of a lot of things. More than you maybe can imagine.”

@dancngthroughlife​

[totouchthcstars]

[ light on ] - sender knows receiver will arrive to their location late at night, so sender leaves a light on for them (din and grogu)

.｡.:*☆ If Grogu had to be honest, he had to admit often finding himself unable to arrive somewhere in time. Master Luke had always scolded him for that, but it was something the young man still struggled to grow out of.

Thankfully, it was not cold, at least. With some bags in his arms, he hurried through the streets of Sydney, a rush of warmth running through him when realizing the light in Din’s place was still shining. His dad obviously had wanted to make sure Grogu would arrive safely, no matter how late it would be.

“Dad?” He pushed the door open with his foot, glancing around. “Dad, I am home! Are you still awake?”

@hxlcycnx​