#beskarring

[thefrogdalorian]

Din Djarin + Chapter 5: The Gunslinger

[merrysithmas]

i love that luke skywalker - who grew up on tatooine wearing potato sacks - took one look at jedi fashion and was like "nope. lmao. not in your life" and proceeds to annihilate the galaxy w the most cosmic drip anyone has ever seen, the most well-fitted bitch everywhere he goes, even while sequestered on an empty planet in the middle of nowhere w the equivalent of a green 5 year old who only eats macaroni & frogs

padme (queen of dressing insane) would be so proud

[earthtogrogu]

Grogu: Dad, all this ✨drip✨ is getting heavy.

Din: This is the way.

Grogu: *Falls over*

[moncuries]

ouch!

[ddeck]

im babygirlifying him as if my life depends on it

[ask-cloverfield]

we were so close to the sexiest Star Wars design

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[spiderbae2319]

When the entire sequel trilogy could’ve been avoided by canon DinLuke

Ben: Wow cool helmet Uncle Din, can I try it on?

Din: Sure kid

Ben: *puts on the force resistant beskar helmet* Wow! I can’t hear the evil voice in my head telling me “I should do murder” anymore!

Luke, Han, and Leia: …the what?

[writeforfandoms]

Hey guys. Remember when this happened?

Or this?

I sure do.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

i can leave you two alone for a minute, right?

[astral-veil]

🍑 lorians, the fiercest 🍑  hunter in the galaxy. wearing their booskar

blame @jera-sketches for the bootylorian XD

[strongest-tiny]

I'm back y'all 😹

Baby yoba and the metal man

[adragonsfriend]

none of this clones painting their armor in mandalorian traditions thing. clones actively annoyed at people expecting them to paint their armor like mandalorians. mandalorians actively horrified at whatever the clones are doing with that paint and their beliefs about armor in general. full on stuttering unable to react to these blaspheming people, like a stereotype of a grandmotger hearing the grandkids curse. clones who are like 'yeah I lost my bracer I painted elaborately last week. it was cracked from those bombs on geonosis anyway. now i can request a new one without the brass getting persnickety. soon as it gets here I got a new art project'

In all seriousness though, the difference in durability between plastoid and durasteel/beskar would I think create very different cultures surrounding care and reverence for armor. Like the difference between handkerchiefs and tissues.

People would buy/make handkerchiefs as gifts, they could be embroidered nicely, even passed down families.

Are tissues very useful? Of course. Have I drawn some sick doodles on tissues? Absolutely. Did I still throw those tissues in the trash? Yes.

[larkoneironaut]

My Mandalorian romance fic 🪐Beyond Beskar🪐 is ready to be read! I'm so excited to share it now, I hope you like it, I've put my heart into it 🥹 I will release a new chapter each Saturday, the fic is locked, so you can only read it when you’re logged into AO3!

[furious-blueberry0]

The forging of the beskar'gam is a spiritual experience, and It’s an intimate ritual between the mandalorian, the Armorer and the beskar. 

It usually happens right after the Verd’goten, when the young mandalorian has finally demonstrated to be worthy of true mandalorian beskar, and not of the alloy that the younger ones usually wear.

Being present at the forging of their beskar’gam means that a part of their soul is going to be forged into the beskar as well, a soul that in the future, if one of their successors decides to forge their own armor from theirs, is going to live on alongside their legacy.

Forging a new beskar'gam from old ones can create a variety of experiences, which is always different for each person.

Lots of mandalorians have talked about feeling the war chants of ancient and glorious battles, of the way each blow of the Armorer’s hammer made their blood crave the action more and more, of how they could hear the voices of their family, chanting praises and love for them, of how, when they exited the Forge, their heart and spirit and become stronger than they ever were.

But not everyone finds strength or comfort from this type of forging.

Other mandalorians have talked of experiencing no glory or love from the beskar, what they heard were instead the screams of pain and rage of their lost loved ones, they felt each one of their deaths as if it was their own, felt a stab in their heart with each blow of the hammer, and felt what was supposed to be a spiritual experience, as something more akin to a form of torture that destroyed their spirit. Many mandalorians that have felt this kind of pain sometimes even renounce the warrior life, instead leaving their armor to gather dust as they live another type of life.

Those that forge their armor from new beskar are not going to feel echoes of ancient battles, or the voices of long lost warriors, instead they only hear the silence of a future and a song that still needs to be written, and the echoes of the hammer.

[stealingpotatoes]

Hi love your art, who do you think likes Din more? Anakin or Padme?

aw thank you!! definitely Padmé bc not only is she less of a shotgun parent, she probably likes (mand'alor!) Din more bc he's too honest and too confusing to politik and its such a breath of fresh air for seasoned politician padme lolll