#bobadin

[rooksunday]

fluffcember day twenty one: cabin in the snow

"Are you certain this is secure?" Djarin asked, stalking around the small room, helmet flicking back and forth as he scanned for threats from the plush furnishings of the cosy cabin.

From his spot by the door where he'd been sequestered as Djarin looked to clear the room, Boba watched the hunt with a smile playing on his lips. If Djarin found anything more sinister than dust, Boba would dock Fennec's ammunition allowance: he'd asked her to find the quietest, safest, civilian-est cabin on-planet for his and Djarin's 'mission'.

The mission: get Djarin to take a karking break.

Skywalker had the kid at his Jedi school, and Djarin had been running himself more ragged than his cape as he chased bounties in a bid for distraction. After his latest bout in the bacta tank, Boba had decided enough to be enough, and thrown his weight—physical and otherwise—into getting Djarin to assist on a diplomatic mission. Djarin as bodyguard. Boba as body.

Both of them, hopefully, to get diplomatic with nothing more than the generous bed in the next room. Snow surrounded the cabin, and a promised further storm would mean the cancellation of Boba's definitely real and not fictionalised meetings. What a shame.

"I'm certain it's secure, yes, but I can wait until you feel the same," Boba answered. He could wait as long as Djarin needed; there were few beings more worthy of Boba's patience. Boba gestured toward one of the armchairs. "Though would you permit me to sit while you confirm?"

Djarin huffed out an amused breath and looked over his shoulder from where he'd been scanning behind a tapestry. "Playing daimyo again? Surveying your domain? We're the only ones here."

"Playing 'old man with no good knees'." Boba sat, repressing his sigh of relief as he stretched out his bad leg. He waved one hand expansively and effected a core world accent. "But I can keep giving orders if it makes you comfortable, Mando."

Djarin shifted his weight jerkily and his free hand flexed at his holster, as if his reactions were a target he could shoot. Boba grinned behind his helmet, knowing that Djarin would read the amusement as easily as he could read Djarin's fluster. A life in armour meant the slightest nuance of uncontrolled body language became a shout, and Djarin, for so long being one of only a handful of Mandalorians that he knew, had never bothered learning to whisper. He either showed everything or nothing.

For Boba, he chose everything.

That he didn't attempt to dissemble, that he allowed Boba to know his true reactions, was a heady honour.

Boba splayed his legs a little wider—for easing his knee, of course—and raised his chin.

"Djarin?"

"I'm going to check the-the bedroom," came the reply, stuttering in the middle as Djarin realised his only possible avenue of retreat.

Boba grinned but waved his hand again. "Go on, then." He waited until Djarin had almost stepped through the doorway into the bedroom, his tattered cape trailing behind him, then added, "Let me know when it's safe to join you."

He thought the following noise might've been Djarin walking into the side table.

Ah, well. A daimyo had responsibility to tend to his warrior's wounds, didn't he?

Boba got to his feet, and followed.

[holly-bearie]

thinking about... THEM....

[m00ntunaart]

I started watching The Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett.

[knightsiscrabs]

i'm almost certain this already exists but i couldn't not draw it when i thought of it. quick drawing bc trying to learn a whole new set of armor rn would be bad for my health

[r1nzler]

missed them like hell and i had to get them OUT of my system with a little quick something. they are dating.

[limnsaber]

Star Wars pairing alignments ft gay people only

[aron-mp4]

Just realised i forgot to post this?? I think this fic changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same again

(Art of one of my favourite scenes from A Simple Thing by @ryehouses)

[dad-galaxy]

Happy pride month 😌

[workingchemistry]

Din studies the men below them with a soft hum. When he speaks, the vocoder almost manages to mask his judgement. “Your father took in a lot of foundlings.”

Boba isn’t sure if his sudden urge to laugh hysterically is due to the idea of his father, a man who decided to be cloned rather than have intercourse, being seen as a manwhore by a mando cult or at the image of Jango learning someone thought the clones were sentient enough to be his children.

“Wait here. I must speak with them first before you join me.” Boba ignores the statement as he gestures downward with flat palms.

Din’s annoyed impatience is made obvious by the severe downward tilt of his bucket. “I thought you said they would help.”

“I said we need their help.” Boba glances sidelong at the Guard. To all appearances the men haven’t seen them yet, but Boba knows they’re just waiting for Fox’s command.

What Fox is waiting for is harder to say.

[bleepyear]

Boba Fett x Din Djarin anyone?

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about GhostSoap. I drew this a while ago and just wanted to post it ❤️

Lineart below the cut, because I always think the lineart turns out better for some reason

[bofriend]

[koi-illust]

[StarWars] [About to be BobaDin ^_<]

Boba Fett

Here’s the BobaDin fanart (NSFW) that I promised you to draw, check it out if you’re interested!😉✨

Thank you for the votes and comments on my post about drawing BobaDin! Although the poll is not concluded yet, I think the current results are good enough for me.

Before I formally start working on BobaDin fanart, I want to establish my version of Boba Fett first. So, here's my first attempt! (After drawing Din and Boba, I think curls have now become my favorite hairstyle for men!)

I know my interpretation of Boba isn’t canon-accurate because I haven’t finished watching "The Book of Boba Fett" and "The Clone Wars" animated series. However, I really love the version of Boba I've read about in some fanfics, so I decided to settle on this type of Boba for now—

Younger (so he still has those wonderful curls), impatient, impulsive, sometimes ill-mannered, bad-tempered, but very loyal and responsible, he can be quite tender when he wants to be (e.g., when he’s with Din), protective, and not good at communicating, especially when he feels jealous, he tends to keep his thoughts to himself and becomes quite grumpy...

What do you think of my version of Boba Fett? ✨🥹✨

[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 :)

[m00ntunaart]

They’re on their way to f**k your sh*t up.

Is this not their dynamic? Am I wrong? Are you gonna look at me and tell me that I’m wrong?

[padawansuggest]

Boba, the most poetic bitch in the west: Love is an open trap door, and Djarin, I’m a rancor waiting at the bottom to tear you apart.

Din, a Very Literal Autistic: …FENNEC HES THREATENING ME-

Boba: Wait-

Fennec: *cackling while watching Din grab Grogu and run out the door*

Boba: …not as good at that as I used to be :/

Fennec: Please keep doing what you’re doing it’s SO entertaining to me.

[r1nzler]

young, broke and reckless. (and shy) (and touch starved)