#bobadinweek

[omaano]

... and then Fennec got to make exagerated funny faces at the baby while Boba and Din figured themselves out after the exhibit.

I'd thought I was going to miss the deadline for the @bobadinweek's AU bingo with this one since it got away from me a little, but with the extension I'm more than on time! So here is the Soulmate sqaure fill for my card - I know it's pushing more of a 'reincarnation AU' possibility, but I don't have that on my card, and those two are related anyway. So technically I doubled down on it 😌

[dad-galaxy]

Entry "Pets" for @bobadinweek Bingo Flower shop & Tattoo Parlor

Sorry the absence, busy months I have plans for a fic for the RPG/tabletop gaming entry but I think i'll just do a drawing u.u

[shortmage]

BobaDin AU Bingo: Knights

Here it is! The first chapter of the Knight AU! The second chapter will post very quickly, especially since we're down to the wire on the end of the Bingo (@bobadinweek). Hope you enjoy and have a good time reading about a little bit dumb Prince Boba and confused Knight Din!

update on the bingo board below:

It's gonna be down to the wire but we're gonna get that last fic in one way or another

[poibynt]

Y’ALL. I’M FINALLY POSTING A FIC IVE BEEN SITTING ON FOR OVER 3/4THS OF A YEAR.

IT HAS ARRIVED. This fic was originally written for @bobadinweek’s bobadinaubingo and then I thought I ran out of time but I hear there’s an extension but I don’t know for how long???? So I truly don’t know if this fic counts anymore or not bc it’ll be done uploading passed any extension I assume. But either way it was written for the fills fantasy and shared fandom trope (modern au). A HUGE MASSIVE MASSIVE thank you to @missypup for not only betaing but being with me quite literally every single step of the way.

[mydetheturk]

Time and Again (406 words) by mydetheturk Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett Characters: Din Djarin, Boba Fett Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Time Travel, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic References, listen kotor was a very formative game for me in regards to star wars, i WILL use it as a reference point WHENEVER POSSIBLE

Summary:Jedi magic has always been a pain, and this time is no different.

for @bobadinweek! Time Travel is always fun, especially when i can do things like this

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The abundance of laser swords had been a clue that something was amiss. Seeing Mandalorians all over the place had been another.

Boba visibly getting side-eyed by most of them had Din’s hackles raised, though most of them passed over Din in favor of Grogu, who mostly just slapped at Din’s plate and chirped whenever a Mandalorian froze after seeing them.

The Mando’a was different as well, not unintelligible, just different.

Finding out that they’d been tossed backwards in time by the weird rock thing that Grogu had found was somehow the least stressful part of being four thousand years in the past.

“You could always join my clan,” Din said quietly, when he and Boba were discussing their options. “I don’t know your clan’s family history, but being here clearly upsets you.”

“One of my ancestors was Second to Mandalore the Ultimate who took over half the galaxy before the Jedi took the Mandalore out,” Boba replied in a rush. “Yes, I’m stressed out. Being a Fett in the here and now is as much of a curse as it is in the there and then!” Boba threw up his hands before slumping down in the chair next to Din’s.

Grogu chirped and wriggled, climbing over to Boba and curling up in his lap, tiny hands going up to touch his face.

“Yes, kiddo, I’m stressed out,” Boba said. He picked Grogu up and tapped their foreheads together.

Din smiled at the sight, but it faded soon enough. They were stuck, thanks to some sort of Jedi magic, and it would take Jedi Magic to return.

But it seemed that even here in the past, the Jedi were hunted.

Only this time, they were hunted by Sith, true Sith, instead of scattered remains of the Empire determined to do the rest of the Mandalorians in.

Din turned, pressing his faceplates into the side of Boba’s face.

“We’ll find a way home,” he said, “or we’ll make a home here. Makes no difference to me.” It was only partially a lie – Din would prefer if he could return to the others of his Covert, but if he were here with only Boba and Grogu, he could be content.

Boba didn’t call Din out on his lie, but that was okay.  

They really would figure out a way to get back.

If they didn’t, it wouldn’t be the first time ether of them had rebuilt their families.

[bobadinweek]

Round Up Post

The first ever BobaDin fandom week celebration was a smash hit! We were so delighted with all of the amazing creations everyone shared! 

Here is the round up! We hope you all have as much fun with it as we did!

Here’s to next year! <3

Day 1

alligatordemon (fic)

aprilfrederih (art)

autisticdindjarin (art)

chaptersinprogress (podfic)

dad-galaxy (comic)

damiemontclair (fic)

EAVanGeek (fic) *NSFW/Mature

inkformyblood (fic)

kazhan-draws (fic)

lilizh (art)

musicmillennia (fic)

mydetheturk (fic)

mymblesbuir (fic)

nim-lock (art)

ourhitofsucrose (fic)

shadowmaat (fic)

un_fett_ered (fic)

wanderingjedihistorian (fic)

wrennette (fic)

Day 2

aprilfrederih (art)

chaptersinprogress (fic)

dad-galaxy (art)

damiemontclair (fic)

EAVanGeek (fic)

firewins-the-fangxrl (art)

inkformyblood (fic)

kazhan-draws (fic) *NFSW/Mature

midnightmeatsubway (art)

musicmillennia (fic)

mymblesbuir (fic)

nim-lock (art)

oyubaat-tapcaf (comic)

shadowmaat (fic)

wanderingjedihistorian (fic)

wrennette (fic)

Day 3

alligatordemon (fic)

aprilfrederih (art)

autisticdindjarin (comic)

autisticdindjarin (fic)

dad-galaxy (comic)

damiemontclair (fic)

elenorasweet (art)

inkformyblood (fic)

kazhan-draws (art)

lowbudgetcyborg (fic)

mymblesbuir (fic)

nim-lock (art)

see8gras8kopf (art)

wrennette (fic)

youbitehard (fic) *NSFW/Explicit

lowbudgetcyborg (fic) *NSFW/Explicit

Day 4

aprilfrederih (art)

chaptersinprogress (fic)

dad-galaxy (comic)

damiemontclair (fic)

inkformyblood (fic)

kazhan-draws (fic)

musicmillenia (fic)

mymblesbuir (fic)

nim-lock (art)

wrennette (fic)

Day 5

autisticdindjarin (comic)

dad-galaxy (art)

dad-galaxy (art & fic)

damiemontclair (fic)

kazhan-draws (fic)

musicmillennia (fic)

mydetheturk (fic)

mymblesbuir (fic)

nim-lock (art)

nim-lock (fic)

oyubaat-tapcaf (fic)

see8gras8kopf (art)

thishintoflove (fic)

afoolserrand78 (fic)

Day 6

aprilfrederih (comic)

dad-galaxy (comic)

damiemontclair (fic)

kazhan-draws (fic) *NSFW/Mature

musicmillennia (fic)

nim-lock (art)

wrennette (fic)

Day 7/Uncategorized

asiminthering (art)

autisticdindjarin (comic)

dad-galaxy (comic)

damiemontclair (fic)

kazhan-draws (fic)

mando-connoisseur (fic)

musicmillennia (fic) *Mature (blood, gore)

nim-lock (art)

***We’re only human! If we missed your work and it’s complete, please let us know and we’ll edit the post!

[wreathedinscales]

@bobadinweek Day 5: Alternate Universe & Hurt/Comfort

AU of my Eldritch AU l o l

[ourhitofsucrose]

BobaDin Week 2021!!!

Hello everyone! The blog is pretty new, but if you’re interested in Boba Fett and Din Djarin, we’ve organized a fanwork week at the end of August! 

We’re just getting started, but please check us out and follow us @bobadinweek! 

[nim-lock]

@bobadinweek Day 7 - Free Day - Parenting/Misunderstandings i.e. Grogu gives the shovel talk to Boba Fett held hands with @kazhan and went properly feral, go read his fic !!!  trials and errors; 6.9k words

[A very tiny Grogu stands on the ground, with a murderous glint in his eyes, glaring at Boba while Luke doubles over in laughter, and Din looks on in confusion. It’s a wooded area. Luke’s x-wing is visible in the distance.]

ANYWAYS hfhfhfhhf it’s been an honor, can’t believe we actually did this in 3 days ( ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ) behold !!!

[chaptersinprogress]

sometimes family is you, the cute kid you met on the flight, and his mysterious dad

The last thing Boba expected, was to meet an utterly adorable child on the flight home, and then get mistaken for the child's buir and the riduur of the child's actual buir.

Rating: G

Pairings: Boba Fett & Grogu; Din Djarin/Boba Fett; brief Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: reference to past near-fatal jellyfish stings

Prompts: @bobadinweek 2021 day 4 | family & this

“Give us a call when you land, ok?”

Boba rolled his eyes exasperatedly at the third reminder. “Yes, O’buir.”

Obi-Wan smiled fondly at his child’s antics through the screen. “Sure you don’t want us to pick you up?”

“Yes, O’buir,” Boba sighed theatrically. “I’m 25. I can make my way home from the airport.”

But he couldn’t help the instinctive face he made when Jango appeared in the frame only to drape his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist and hook his chin over the other’s shoulder to kiss his cheek.

“Buir!” he said exasperatedly. “Stop doing that every time I call home, for Force’s sake. You can be sappy when I’m not there!”

Jango merely smirked at him while Obi-Wan hid a laugh behind his palm.

Oh Boba just knew his buir was doing it on purpose to get a rise outta him! He scowled at the pair, not that it did anything to stop them. No, they had been that way for 15 standard years already, and would be that way till they joined the ka’ra.

(And he wouldn’t have them any other way. He only hoped that he would one day find a riduur who would look at him the way his buire looked at each other.)

The hall speaker came alive with a chime, interrupting any further conversation.

“That must be your boarding call,” commented Obi-Wan. “Have a safe flight, dear. Love you.”

“Safe flight, Bob’ika. We’ll see you when you get home,” added Jango.

“Mm, yeah. Love you, buire.” Boba waved back at them before ending the call.

Sighing, he slid the datapad into his jacket and shouldered his carry-on before pulling on his buy’ce again. At the boarding announcement of the rows including his, he joined the others making their way onto the aircraft.

“Welcome aboard, sir,” greeted the Togrutan flight attendant, glancing over Boba’s documents. “We wish you a pleasant flight.”

Boba tipped his head briefly in acknowledgement. Ahead of him, the mass of people slowly inched their way to their seats. Lowering the audio input of his buy’ce to reduce the audible hum of the craft, he joined them, squeezing his way past people until he arrived at his row.

More preoccupied with getting his carry-on into the overhead cabin space, he did not fully register the presence of his row-mates until a cheerful chirp caught his attention.

“Oh,” he breathed out, sliding into his seat which was thankfully an aisle one. “And who might you be, ad’ika?”

Big brown eyes stared back at him curiously from an impossibly tiny body, floppy green ears twitching ever so slightly. The kid was swaddled in thick robe-like clothing and had a child’s seat belt fastened neatly over its body where it sat in the center seat. Tipping its head, the child cooed at Boba.

“His name is Grogu.”

Boba looked up at the person sitting by the window and his breath caught at the sight of the unpainted pure beskar buy’ce.

The mando was clad in an unassuming, loose-fitting outfit of a shirt, jacket and jeans. But Boba had grown up around ori'ramikade, his buir being one himself, and had seen them in all sorts of attire.

He knew an experienced combatant when he saw one.

(Not to mention beskar was still incredibly rare. Not even the ramikade owned pure pieces of beskar’gam. So for the mando to be wearing the pure unpainted metal and as their buy’ce no less, they had to be talented enough to still keep it even with all the aruetiise who would gladly slaughter them for it.)

“I see,” he murmured. Straightening up slightly, he offered his forearm. “Boba Fett. Clan Fett, House Mereel. He/him.”

The mando clasped Boba’s arm, a silent strength in their grip. “Mando. He/him,” he replied, offering no more information.

Boba merely nodded as they let go. It wasn’t the first time he’d met a traditionalist.

(And it elevated his opinion of the man’s skill even higher. Though it did also raise the question of why he had given out his ad’s name. Perhaps the child was not used to being addressed otherwise.)

“Well met, Mando.”

The child squeaked, waving his clawed hands at Boba. He laughed softly at the adorable cry for attention.

“Well met, Grogu,” he said seriously, gently grasping one tiny hand.

As the pre-flight announcements began, the mando distracted the child with a shiny silver ball. The kid was happy enough to play with the item, rolling it back and forth between his hands.

Meanwhile Boba pulled out his own datapad and busied himself with a few interesting research papers he’d not had time to read while juggling his semester’s course load. The 9-hour flight would give him more than enough time to make a sizable dent in his reading list.

He connected his buy’ce to the in-flight entertainment system easily enough, and was soon absorbed in his reading, strains of warbat trance playing over his internal comms.

Engrossed as he was, he barely registered the passing of time until a soft insistent patting of his thigh caught his attention. He looked down from his datapad to find the kid tapping the outside of his leg, wide eyes fixed on his buy’ce.

“What is it, ad’ika?” he asked quietly, switching off his music.

Grogu cooed at him and raised his arms up. Boba glanced over at the mando, but the man seemed unaware of his ad’s antics. The silver buy’ce gave no hint of what could be happening beneath, though Boba figured there was a good chance the man was fast asleep.

Truthfully it was highly unlikely that the mando would be willing to let his guard down enough to fall asleep on public transport, especially around so many strangers and with an ad to protect. But it was even more unlikely that he would let his ad interact so unreservedly with an unknown, even a fellow mando’ad, if he was aware of such interaction taking place.

At Boba’s prolonged inaction, the child grew more and more fussy, his whines getting louder as he smacked his hand forcefully against Boba’s leg.

Making his choice, Boba stowed away his datapad and unbuckled the kid’s seat belt, carefully lifting the child and settling him on his lap.

“Shhh, ad’ika,” he whispered, gently stroking one ear. “Your buir is sleeping.”

Grogu easily settled down, having gotten what he wanted. Boba wrapped a protective arm around the tiny body, cradling the kid close as he had his fill exploring Boba’s clothing, fiddling with the many zippers, pockets and buttons.

Perhaps it was the “buir instinct” that was often joked about by the mando’ade, but Boba found himself unconsciously smiling as Grogu played with the folds of his clothes, unbothered by the number of times he had to carefully disentangle the kid’s claws when they caught on the fabric.

“Patoo!” Grogu exclaimed softly. He lifted his hands up, straining towards Boba’s face.

Boba bent forward to let Grogu skitter his hands over the buy’ce’s cool surface, heedless of the strain in his neck at the awkward position. After a few gentle pats Grogu frowned, ears dipping down, then tapped the side of the buy’ce insistently.

“Do you want it off?” Boba asked curiously.

Grogu’s ears perked up. “Patoo!”

He tapped the buy’ce once more.

Sneaking a look over at the mando to make sure he hadn’t woken, Boba lowered the tray-table and helped Grogu onto it, making sure he supported the table with his legs. The child was incredibly light, but he’d rather not risk breaking the tray and/or endangering the kid either way.

Grogu watched him eagerly from his perch, and Boba huffed a laugh before pulling off his buy’ce and placing it on the kid’s empty seat.

“Patoo?” the kid whined, ears drooping as he reached for Boba.

“It’s ok, ad’ika,” Boba murmured, bending slightly to let Grogu run his hands over the scars on his face. “It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

The child looked at him sadly, tipping his head in silent question.

“It was an accident,” Boba replied, running a finger across the kid’s ear. “My buire and I were freediving in the ocean near our house one evening a year ago. We didn’t see them, but I ended up swimming into a couple of jellyfish.”

“My buire were terrified,” he added quietly. “I nearly died that day.”

Grogu shuffled closer to hug Boba. Running his hand down the kid’s back, for a brief moment, Boba could’ve sworn he felt an almost familiar surge of warmth engulf him.

“Hello sir, is there any food or drink option you would like to have?”

Tensing, Boba pulled away and turned to the flight attendant, an arm wrapped protectively around Grogu. He relaxed slightly when the Twi’lek female smiled down at the child and greeted him softly.

“Do you have any broth for the kid?” he asked when Grogu turned pleading eyes on him.

The attendant briefly consulted her datapad. “Yes, we do have bone broth suitable for your child. Would you like it in a toddler-friendly cup?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

The attendant handed over the cup. “Anything for you or your partner, sir?”

Boba choked, quickly disguising it with a cough as the Twi’lek looked at him in concern. “Ah, no. We’re good, thank you.”

As the attendant moved away, Boba could still feel the heat that had rushed to his ears and the back of his neck at the mistaken assumption. Grogu squeaked at him, patting at his chest.

“She thinks your buir is my riduur and you’re my ad,” he told the kid incredulously.

Grogu simply tipped his head and cooed.

“Ok, fair enough, I can see why she might think you’re my ad. But your buir's riduur? I could be a vod.”

The kid merely squirmed forward, attention fixed on the cup Boba held rather than what he was saying. Sighing, Boba helped the child off the tray-table and onto his thighs before handing the cup over. Grogu chirped happily and snuggled into Boba’s stomach, clutching his prize triumphantly.

Boba watched him absently, mind drifting back to the attendant’s words.

He’d never thought about having an ad of his own before, not seriously at least. But as Grogu sipped at the broth, perfectly content to sit on a stranger’s lap, he could slowly paint a picture of a future for himself - one with a tiny green child and an intriguing man with a pure beskar buy’ce.

He shook his head to get rid of the fanciful idea. “Di’kut,” he cursed under his breath. “I really need to get out more.”

A thump of the cup against his chest had him firmly back in reality.

He took the offending item. “Done, Gro’ika?”

Grogu nodded seriously at him. Then to his amusement, a large yawn escaped the tiny body, almost causing the kid to topple over if not for Boba.

“Looks like it’s nap time for someone.”

Grogu yawned once more in agreement. Burrowing himself back in Boba’s arms, he blinked tiredly a few times, and was soon out like a light. Boba tucked the folds of his jacket around the kid and leaned back against the headrest.

It really wasn’t so bad - taking care of an adiik.

The dim light and low drone of the aircraft quickly had Boba feeling the exhaustion of the day. And within minutes, he too unintentionally slipped into sleep.

“Hey,” a low voice called as someone shook his arm. “We’re landing soon.”

Boba’s eyes snapped open, body tense, only to meet the dark T-visor of the mando. A surge of discomfort coursed through him as his bare face was reflected back at him.

Then he remembered the child.

“I-” he spluttered, looking down at the kid who was still fast asleep in his arms. “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine,” the mando cut him off, the smooth metal of his buy’ce giving no hint of true emotion. “Let him sleep. He’s had trouble doing so the last few days.”

Boba couldn’t help the flush that crept up his neck. Here he was bare-faced (the ugly scars criss-crossing his visage exposed) and cuddling a traditionalist’s child without their express permission, and somehow he was still alive and unharmed.

It was a kriffing miracle. His buir would’ve killed others for less.

Really, the only saving grace of the situation was that his aliit was not there to make fun of his massive misstep, for which he sent a quick thanks to the ka’ra.

Then he hastily grabbed his buy’ce off the seat between them and shoved it on. And just in time too, because the flight attendants were making their landing rounds.

“Good morning sirs,” greeted the same flight attendant from before. “Could you please have your child seated with their seatbelt fastened? We will be landing soon.”

Boba’s face was on fire under his buy’ce. He was already in deep enough osik with the mando, and now the attendant’s misunderstanding was putting him in an even worse spot!

He opened his mouth to hastily correct the attendant when the mando spoke.

“We understand. Thank you.”

Boba’s jaw dropped. As the attendant went down the other rows, he numbly placed Grogu back in his seat and watched as the mando carefully fastened his kid’s seat belt.

Mando was definitely one of the strangest traditionalists he’d ever met.

“Sorry,” he finally spoke. “About the attendant, she-”

“I know. I was awake,” replied Mando. “Since Grogu started trying to get your attention.”

“Oh he was no trou- Wait. You were awake the whole time?”

Mando huffed a laugh, a warm sound that not even the vocoder could completely disguise.

“He’s fond of you. It’s… unusual,” the mando said slowly. “He generally doesn’t like others very much.”

“I see,” Boba replied faintly.

They remained in silence as the aircraft landed and everyone around them began to disembark. Boba stood as the mando unbuckled his and Grogu’s seat belts.

“Do you have a carry-on?” he asked, pulling out his own bag to sling over his shoulder.

“Elek,” said the mando. “Same compartment.”

Boba nodded and pulled out the only other bag as Mando picked up his child. When the other reached out to take the bag, Boba shook his head. “It’s fine, I can take it.”

“You have an ad,” he added when it seemed like the mando would argue.

That seemed enough to convince the mando, and the two began the long process of going through customs and collecting their luggage.

By the time they finally exited the arrival hall, Grogu was wide-awake and happily cooing at all the new sights and sounds, eagerly pointing things out to both the mando and Boba. They came to a halt right outside the taxi stand.

The mando handed the silver ball to Grogu, and the child quietened, content to play with the item.

“Vor entye, Boba Fett,” he finally said.

Boba immediately shook his head. “There is no debt between us. Children are the future.”

“This is the Way,” replied the mando quietly.

They stood in silence for a moment longer.

“Do you have a place to go?” Boba asked. “Because, you could come over for a while if you want. My buire love kids, and-”

Grogu startled as a taxi sped by, dropping the metal ball with an upset squeak, which then bounced onto the road.

“Grogu,” the mando began, when the child lifted his tiny hand and the ball zipped back into it.

Boba inhaled sharply. “A Force-user.”

Beside him, the mando went still, a predatorial calm that sent klaxon sirens ringing through Boba’s head.

“Udseii, Mando,” he said evenly, making sure to keep his posture calm and unthreatening. “I will not harm you or your ad.”

At his side, the edge of a blade threatened to slice into him. “You’re not the first nor the last to say that.”

“Haat, ijaa, haa'it!” Boba swore readily. “My buir and some of my vod are jetiise, Mando. I promise you, neither my aliit nor I will harm you or your ad.”

At that, the mando finally relaxed. For the first time, Boba could see the exhaustion that threatened to swallow the other whole, and he found himself instinctively reaching forward to steady the man.

“Your buir, could you- could you take me to them?” the mando asked. “I was told to find a Jedi. I- I can’t- The child, he’s not safe. There are people hunting him.”

Grogu whined, sensing his buir’s distress. Boba’s heart, already firmly in the kid’s grasp, ached as the mando tried to sooth the child.

“Yes,” he answered. “Yes, I can take you to him. You both will be safe with us.”

[omaano]

MMA Fighter AU for @bobadinweek's bingo - with which I have a bingo! (I'll post my card under the read more cut for proof) I treated it more as a pose drawing exercise, but in the process I grew very fascinated with the idea of Boba having some biomech tattoos (as opposed to the geometrical armor based design I default to for Din) especially on the leg he is often headcanoned to lose to the sarlacc - and if you can make out anything of that on Boba it was inspired by Arno B Ink's work

Whoop whoop! I've never achieved a bingo before!! I did a bit of colour coding, because that's how I work, and the blue ones needed to be switched up (the orange ones are the prompts I REALLY want to complete, and the yellow circles are the ones with the possibility of an idea.... So I'll want to go off these prompts outside of the deadline as well, I suppose. It'd be a shame to waste all those reference images I took for the Razor Crest Lives prompt XD). I've been aiming for the T-shaped bingo, but I don't have very high hopes with finishing anything for the FREE and Assassins & Spys prompts in the remaining time - gotta get back to work and all that....

I will make a round up post in two weeks with all my finished prompts all the same however many that will be - we shall see! :)

[dad-galaxy]

Bobadin Week —(29/8)Day One: Identity (secret identities)

They're idiots in love your honor.

[shortmage]

BobaDin AU Bingo: Paranormal [Haunted Din]

the concept for this fic has been in my head for so stinking long, the doc is actually a year old, but the au bingo (@bobadinweek) helped give me the impetus to finish. hope you all enjoy!

and with this fic, here is the state of my bingo card (below the cut) at this time! only a little bit longer to go but im gonna do my damnedest to get that bingo!

[mikadoplatypus]

Rated M for 18+ themes in later chapters.

When Boba Fett walks into the coffee shop Din works at, Din knows he wants him.

Cara cautions that Boba is a bad idea. Din knows he should be looking for something more stable for Grogu and himself.

Luckily, Din has never met a bad decision he didn't want to make.

@bobadinweek

[bobadinweek]

Hello! We’re happy to say that there was enough support on Tumblr and Discord to put on a week celebrating the pairing of Boba Fett and Din Djarin! 

The dates of the event are listed above in the graphic, and are included below. Please check out our FAQ for more information or rules, or drop us an ask!

Now - 4/24/2021: Writing themes / Art themes can be submitted.

4/30 - 5/15/2021: Vote on your favorite themes. (link)

5/31/2021: Themes posted. (Link to detailed themes, link to handy graphic quick reference.)

8/29 - 9/4/2021: Post your fanworks!

[wreathedinscales]

Day 1 of @bobadinweek :D :D it has blood and a bit of gore. For my Eldritch Din Djarin agenda!