#beroyas

[leofrith]

Run/Walk, Glimpse, and Hands for the ask game!

HI KYLE 🥰🥰🥰

WALK - from an ac odyssey kassidas wip that i hope to finish someday:

"You'll die," she said, pleading, hoping it would convince him. She should have known better. He exhaled sharply, exhausted. "If the gods will it so." Then he turned on his heel and walked back to the camp, back to his men, away from her. Alone again.

GLIMPSE - from my post-s2 mando fic:

The ride to the surface is silent, save for the hum of the speeder’s engine and the passing of traffic as they rise from the city’s depths. Soon, Din can see the vague glow of daylight, his first glimpse of the sun since arriving on Coruscant so many weeks before.

HANDS - this one i had to go digging for. from an unfinished kanera piece that was originally supposed to be a secret santa gift from like... two years ago. sara, if you see this, i love you and i'm sorry 🤡:

The trooper looked deeply uncomfortable but thankfully, not even remotely suspicious. Hera had always been better at lying under pressure than he was. “You can’t be here,” the trooper said again, louder this time but clearly trying to sound more commanding than he could muster through the trembling in his voice. “This area is restricted. You need to return downstairs.” The kid wasn’t faring much better than himself, Kanan could tell, his face flushed and his hands fidgeting at his sides. He was young, and probably fresh out of the academy if he had to guess—and easier to deceive. Small miracles. Kanan cleared his throat. “Our apologies,” he said, doing his best to sound clueless—not that he had to try awfully hard when he could still feel Hera’s breath on his neck and the heat of her palm on the side of his jaw.

send a word in my ask box, if it's anywhere in my wip docs i'll post the sentence (or paragraph) that it's from!

[writingpoorly]

Dinui means gift in Mando'a

Do you think Din ever gets called Dinui as a term of endearment? Did his buir call him Dinui before they died?

Alternatively, dinii means lunatic and dini'la means insane. I can totally see someone asking Din if he's crazy for being reckless or something and the menace just replies, "Actually, my name isn't short for anything. It's just Din."

Just. Din growing up as a Mandalorian with a name like that.

[tacticalhimbo]

been playing swtor today and working thru shadow of revan but 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺jos and valk beroya my beloveds i would die for them i regret having to kill them i want to study them under a microscope PLEASEEE

[vvitchering]

Paz, in a never ending cycle of trying to one-up Din, now has a kid too. Wouldn’t it be the height of hilarity if Ragnar and Grogu become best friends, forcing Din and Paz to go on the universe’s most tense playdates???

[rulimaquina]

Veronica Pomee as Vera Beroya

[htonl-writes]

i wrote 1000 words over the last 3 days!! hopefully i will keep this up :)

[fis-paprikas]

oh actually i hope paz continues hating din for no reason. Like yes he saved my son but i cannot stand him personally. meanwhile din is off in the corner like 🧍‍♂️just minding his business

[pajamawolf]

When will it end

[solusmandalor]

The armored suit absorbs the impact of his prey's insistent shots and while he can feel welts already forming from taking bullets from such a close range, Din follows, stalking behind with all the grace and patience of a wolf sure in his victory.

“Look,” the mark says, when he notices that he'd wasted his bullets on the Beskar steel. “Maybe we can come to an understanding, Mando.” A pathetic attempt at bribery.

Din lets him think he’s won his attention anyway. “How much do they pay you? I will double, no, triple the amount!”

Din clenches his jaw against the disgust that burns at the back of his throat. “What do you say, Mando? I mean, come on... I am sure you've got a heart left for-”

“I’ve also got a gun,” he interrupts and before his target can cobble some pathetic excuse together or draw a knife on him, the Mandalorian is pointing the barrel of his weapon at the man’s face and saying: “No.” The mark struggles against him. They all do.

Din takes him in cold and leaves him dying in the middle of Boba’s garage, lifeless eyes staring up at the very owner and mob boss that had hired him. Din leaves. Unsullied, unbroken.

He’s vaguely aware of being handed a bag on his way out and is sent home much richer than before, but it’s a vague memory, swept away by the adrenaline still pounding through his veins. The ride back home on his bike is lost to him, and by the time his boots hit the ground once more he's twitchy and wound up. Din had hoped the fight would have exhausted him more, taken more from him so he wouldn't return this way, but the mark was easy— easier than he expected. It leaves him restless, itching to do something as he ascends the steps of his home and slips inside the little apartment, helmet pulled off.

“He’s not asleep yet?” Din wonders as he enters the living room area, only to see his son still wide awake watching yet another frog documentary with his occasional babysitter Kuill. “He wouldn't go to bed. Insisted on waiting for you, no matter what”, the older man explains. He had offered to look after the child for Din once in a while, even though Din had never actually told him about his rather dubious night job, Kuill seemed to know more than he let on, and much less cared about details.

With a slow shake of his head, Din sighs as he places his helmet on a nearby table. “Kid, we talked about this.”

It’s only when Din’s armor is shining in the light reflected from the TV screen that the little boy finally pries his eyes off it and squeals at the sight of him.

Grogu is scurrying to climb down off the edge of the couch, little legs carrying him as fast as they can toward Din, a toothy grin on his face. The Mandalorian drops to his knees, ignoring the way the tiles bite at his joints as Grogu crashes into his chest, babbling and cooing and little hands grabbing at his shoulders. Din laughs softly, near dizzy with relief, and he lifts Grogu a bit higher, letting the child tenderly frame his face in his small hands.

“Even frogs need their sleep”, he reminds the toddler with a nudge of his head, referencing the documentary still running in the background of their scarcely decorated living room. The child pouts at him. “But I missed you”, he signs, fingers letting go of Din’s cheeks to gesture with his hands how much he'd really missed his father.

“I…”, Din starts and swallows down a sudden lump in his throat, voice tight with emotion. “I am here now, Grogu.”

Behind them, Kuill stands up and makes his way to the door, grunting a swift goodbye. “I'll go see myself out.”

“Wait”, Din calls and poins to the little bag in the corner he's brought with him from his hunt. “Please. Take some.” But the elderly man just shakes his head, scoffing at Din’s insistence. “Dont be ridiculous.”

Din could argue more. It would probably be polite to argue some more – this kind man, took care of his precious child after all. But Grogu’s started yawning adorably in that way that takes up half his face, and Kuill huffs and gestures Din to leave it be. “Both of you could use some sleep. Good night, Djarin.”

A simple word of gratitude is all what Din manages to say when his mysterious neighbour leaves.

Grogu takes a while to go to sleep – crawling all over Din, saying Dididididi and pawing at his face, probably telling him all about what he and Kuill have been getting up to while he was away. Sometimes Grogu doesn’t know the signs and it’s at these times where he just continously babbles and talks and Din can’t do much more than listen and nod with a proud smile.

Frankly, Din doesn’t understand a word of it, but he appreciates the enthusiasm all the same. It makes something melt inside him, to lie there in the dark with the small warm weight of his kid curled up in the crook of his arm, snoozing deeply.

He drops off eventually, flat on his back, still in most of his armor, and sleeps better than he has in months.

Hours later, long after he had dimly registered the sound of the TV running, Din wakes up fully to the pattering sound of Grogu’s feet on the hardwood floor.

“Daddy?” he hears the kid say.

Din opens his eyes, but his kid is not in his eyesight. His back, though, aches like he’s slept on a rock. “Grogu,” he says, addressing the wall more than his son, “Unless you are bleeding, or something is on fire- “

“Sun up,” Grogu insists. The sun, indeed, is high up enough so that their room is lit up by the walls. He moves his head and sighs, one arm over his eyes whereas Grogu keeps saying “Sun up! Sun up!” over and over again.

He’s jumping up and down, chanting, poking at Din’s face, the frog plushie in his other hand. Din would like to get some sleep, but Grogu insists, “Wake up,” delivering another jab to his cheek and really, there’s no denying his son in the long run.

[leofrith]

WAIT ITS YOUR BDAY happy birthday bestie!!

THANK YOU bestie!!!! 😘😘😘😘

[purgetrooperfox]

quinlan vos in my brain ily. ily quinlan vos in my brain

[open for higher res; taglist under the cut]

shoot me a message or fill out this form to be added to/removed from my art tags!

@just-some-girl-92 @kkrazy256 @shiniest-captain @puirell2 @cyarbika @kiwikipedia @babygirl-leon-kennedy @babygirljoelmiller @spaceydragons @bucketbrigayd @voidika @spacerocksarethebestrocks @laz-laz-ace-pilot @galacticgraffiti @lady--kenobi @beroyas @lost-on-kamino @rain-on-kamino @quietplaceinthestars @meerlichts @apollotaires @canichangemyblogname @purple-green-witch @ameanstoanendor @d3epfriedangels @misogirl828 @kick-a-droid @thechaoticfanartist @pentowrite-wingstofly @baba-fett @sleepingsun501 @ulchabhangorm @killerspinal @sam-not-so-wise @kaianakenobi2941 @thefact0rygirl @something-tofightfor @bihansthot

[michi-beans]

I am taking your star wars and making it happy because it's too sad.

☆ brain thoughts:

》 Din was taken in and trained by Jango & Jaster instead of the Children of the Watch

》 everyone is ALIVE everyone is HAPPY and the only bad joojoo that happens is typical war stuff minus the empire, fuck you palpatine ya ain't hurting my babies

》 because this is my au and it's my rules, I say the Jedi Order have some sort of rule that only Jedi Masters can have "attachments" which Obi-Wan said fuck yeah and married the heck outta Jango. Later on with the usual Council being shit to Anakin and refusing to make him a Master, I say he ends up leaving the order and lives a life with Padme and his now mixed Mandalorian family because that boy has been through shit.

》 my favorite trope for Jangobi getting together is either of them having to return their kid back to the other because they're troublemaker gremlins and they bond over their babies, stop a war, save their clone army kids from evil old man chip and then boom they perform riduurok.

》 this is basically my excuse to draw baby Din and baby Boba together and growing up and being trained plus Boba pinning over his cute friend. They earn their armor and run off to be bounty hunters together

》 Korda Six still happened but Jaster survived because I say so and instead of trying to reclaim the title of Mand'alor he goes fuck this shit, come here son we're living the life of beroya and off they go

And that's pretty much it, my brain has been scream at me to continue this doodle I did a while ago so here it is. I have no idea what I'm doing with this my brain just wants me to draw some bobadin and jangobi doodles.

Also have a bonus baby Fennec :)

[just-a-geekygoth]

Ca'tra has the GFFA equivalent. Most of it is blacksmithing or weapons-testing videos, or videos of her mother's tookas doing ridiculous cute things. Some of it is her and her friends sparring, or her sharing workout tips (she has no idea they count as thirst-traps). The one of her squashing a melon with her thighs, though... that one she knows is a thirst-trap.

Which of your OCs would have a YouTube channel and what would they do on it

[vvitchering]

Who do I have to throw money at to get a Din Djarin novel? There’s so many Star Wars novels, I want one about Din’s life growing up to become the man he is when we meet him in The Mandalorian. I want to read about him going from a scared orphan foundling to a scrappy trouble maker to a young adult with the weight of providing for his tribe on his shoulders. Desperate to make a name for himself because with notoriety comes bigger paydays. Struggling to reconcile the heroic and protective image of Mandalorians he’s carried with him since his own rescue with the reality of being a feared bounty hunter.

[d3epfriedangels]

meeting the jedi council can be scary - better hide under your future master's spare robe!

Taglist (dm to join)!

@babygirl-leon-kennedy @clone-bar-79s @laz-laz-ace-pilot @alexeithegoat @lo-om @meerlichts @milf-maul @unlightsabered @queen-breha-organa @thechaoticfanartist @thecodyagenda @puirell @suborbitalrailgun @british-hero @jekyllnahyena @spacehorrors @kohtoyah @theywontfindmethistime @beroyas  @canichangemyblogname @spacerocksarethebestrocks @milfglupshitto @sewingmonster @txtalnyx @aaylasecurasupremacy @veradragonjedi @iamthespacegeneral @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom @royalhandmaidens @sam-not-so-wise @ash-soka @kick-a-droid @isorottatime @mwolf0epsilon @templarhalo @orionsoutpost @ladyofthelands @theclonewarsbrokeme @modernepimetheus @milk-and-honey3 @stryxiere @kiwikipedia @tookatanks @fordo-kixed-rex

[htonl-writes]

He hoped the Jedi wasn’t in the town, so they could get out of there fast.