#dank farrik

[azertyrobaz]

Dank farrik!

[eobe]

Dank Farrik ☝️

Welcome to a glimpse of AuDHD everyday chaos 🦉Scroll on or get rambled 😅☕️

Today is draft day, but not a lucky one 😭🫠

Do you know those days, when it’s so tempting to abandon every securing structure and just cave in the lurking chaos? 👀

I’ve got a really great picture in my mind and it’s so clear and beautiful, but I can’t realize it, because lack of drawing skill. This sucks so much! 😭

How to draw walking people? Top view walking towards, something around dimetric perspective? I want to screech and hide under my blanket! 🦉Frustration tolerance depleted.

And the worst: Either I lost my ability to google properly or there are no drawing tutorial, studies or templates for this specific motion perspective and if I found some, they were always not the motion I look for or the angle doesn’t fit or aaargulklkjjfhfgdkk! 😱 Kriffin‘ details

I‘m barely an inch from going insane with tempting solutions my brain offers which were absolutely able to ruin me 🤯

I can almost see myself litering caf, green tea and energy drinks through the night, digging myself into 3D modelling only to build my figures and my scene to get that karking epic perspective palpable and out of my head where tempting and sparkling ideas like this tend to 💣 because it’s so beautiful and out of my reach yet aaah 😩

… and oooh I can see where this would lead, I know myself! 👻 After I learned Blender I‘d render that scene into life after some weeks or even months of no sleep welcome to adhd hyperfixation and hyperfocus phases where eating, sleeping and other human things are absolutely overrated. Not that there would be a choice naah and then after all not even recognizing myself anymore I’d realize I could do magic now … 😱 By accident because I only wanted to see the scene … 🙈 I only wanted to draw … 🦉☕️☕️☕️ Lost. Out of energy. But badass. But out of energy. This is so stupid 😂 It would be badass to do 3D and animation aaargdfkljd 😱

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So, quiet now brain☝️ It’s highly probable, that there’s a really simple solution for this. I‘ve got a feeling that I find something tomorrow after I got some sleep. Something I can’t see at the moment, because I‘m stuck and tired 🧘🏽‍♀️��

… 🤪 Or I learn Blender, ZBrush, Animate, After Effects, Premiere and everything else to realize every missing scene I ever wanted to see and I can die happliy dopamining ✨aaaaah ☕️☕️☕️😂🫠

… No ☺️ I‘m a reasonable adult, I‘ll deal with it tomorrow 😅

Sigh 🤣🤷🏽‍♀️

[definitelynotthedarklord]

They need to add some new curse words to Star Wars, cause I've been playing Outlaws and if I have to hear "Dank Farrik" one more time I'm going to shoot the TV.

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

help the bad people in my phone are exploiting my dopamine circuits

[inlovewithfictionalbeings]

May the fourth be with you!

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

"kriff" is now an on-screen star wars swear. we live in magical times.

[dindjarindiaries]

Pedro’s best improv moment getting a highlight (real)

[dankfarrikdrabbles]

Looking for fun October prompts for writing, drawing or interpretative dance? There is no better place than a galaxy far far away! If you use any prompts please tag us because we'd love to see what you create!!

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

the file name was "BO KATAN, NO"

i was too lazy to polish it but it's still fun

[doodlingfoolishness]

Day 9 of Dank Farrik Drawtober, prompt loth-cat! Brown ink pens and bronze watercolor crayon.

[bosooka]

Decided to work through the @dankfarrikdrabbles weekly prompt lists in order to give myself a break from longer writing (is that allowed? lol). Here is Week 1, #57: Handcuffs + Trust

“Are you sure about this?” Bo-Katan asked, lifting her handcuffed hands to examine them. They were of Imperial make, a style that had been around her wrists more times than she cared to remember.

Din nodded, serious as a funeral. “We’re talking about the leaders of the Imperial remnants,” he said. “They weren’t going to give some bounty hunter the time of day unless I had a high-profile capture.”

“I’m flattered,” Bo-Katan said drily. She tested the quick-release the Armorer had installed, smiling as the binders opened and slid onto her lap. Din resecured them. He rested one hand over hers.

“This will be over quickly,” Din promised. “I know you don’t particularly like being used as bait.”

Bo-Katan punched him lightly in the shoulder, trying not to blush. “As long as you let me see the kid later. I miss him.”

[headphones-ct-09978]

So that's what happened to the air freshener. 😑

[azertyrobaz]

Dank Farrik Drabble #51

It's been forever I've written one of those, but strangely enough it seems the announcement of a Din & Grogu movie made me realize how much I missed them, despite all the doubts still surrounding that annoncement. Hopefully we'll get some clarification soon...

In the meantime, happy new year!

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Din felt overwhelming tiredness crash over him as he walked through the door. It was late, the cabin was dark and cold, but there was a particular smell greeting him through his helmet filter. One that should have reminded him that they hadn’t been there in weeks and that the place needed to be aired out. But that wasn’t it. It smelled like… He couldn’t quite find the word in his exhausted state. All he knew was that it wasn’t such a bad smell.

With a small shake, he forced himself to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to start the generator, even if the only thing he wanted to do at the moment was to lie down and sleep. Preferably in his own bed, although after the past few nights, any vaguely horizontal piece of furniture would do. Even the carpet at his feet looked inviting right now.

But rest would have to wait.

“Let’s put the food away first, yeah?” he sighed, setting Grogu down. At least they had food, thanks to Greef. The man had kindly provided them with enough leftovers to last for a couple of days when he’d greeted them earlier. Din had to remember to thank him again when he had the chance. That had been very nice of him. That and the bottle of Corellian whiskey he’d gifted him which he always seemed to have at his disposal now that he was – what was it?

Din sighed again. He couldn’t remember. Something grand. Still, that didn’t mean the man had forgotten where he was coming from. Or his friends. He’d wondered at the time if the fur hat he’d gotten him as a present on Taskeed had been too much – Grogu had chosen it – but now he no longer regretted the slightly ridiculous and costly gift. First and foremost, because it was currently unreasonably cold in Nevarro. But really, seeing the smile on his face had been nice. Pleasing, even. And Grogu’s burst of joy when Greef had thanked him, congratulating him on a perfect choice even better.

As he was slowly making his way to their small kitchen, the lights suddenly came on, and their few appliances emitted approving beeps.

“Thanks, kid,” he mumbled in astonishment.

“Ah!” the boy replied from the other side of the cabin. Din was so tired he hadn’t even noticed his short legs had taken him all the way there and that he’d remembered which button to push on the console. It shouldn’t have surprised him. His apprentice had amazing eidetic memory, and he smiled to himself with pride.

“Did you remember to start the back-up generator and the hot water boiler as well?”

Grogu nodded and jumped on the kitchen counter.

“You’re really getting good at this,” he praised, and the small child hummed in contentment, already helping him check what kind of food Greef had saved up for them.

“Looks like we’ll be able to celebrate in style,” Din remarked, spying several containers full of cakes and pies. Also soup, flatbread and dips.

“Yaya!”

“What do you say we heat up a bit of everything and wait for our bedrooms to warm up watching something on the holoprojector?”

Grogu repeated that same word again: “yaya” was the highest level of happiness in his current vocabulary.

It always took a while for the heater to kick in in the small rooms at the back of the cabin, same as for the hot water boiler, and he craved both a warm shower and his bed, but he knew his young apprentice would want food first. Waiting things out on the small sofa under a blanket while watching whatever was on and eating treats was the next best thing.

Tonight – technically in a half an hour – was New Year, which would kick off Fete Week, and a well-deserved five day break here in Nevarro following weeks of intense work for the New Republic. Din no longer celebrated Life Day, and seeing that particular shade of red worn by revelers still filled him with pain, but he had no such qualms about Fete Week.

“Should we check if they’re showing the fireworks on Coruscant? I bet they’re better than the ones on Chandrila,” he suggested, switching the holoscreen on as Grogu settled next to him under the blanket.

“Hmm,” he nodded.

“Dank farrik, I think the remote is still in the kitchen,” Din grumbled, but Grogu raised his tiny arm before he had managed to drag himself from their small nest. The remote flew in their direction and the boy caught it safely.

“Good job,” Din praised. “You find the channel, then.”

He chuckled while his son complained, but this gave him the opportunity to finally remove his helmet and a few pieces of his armor, which eventually earned him a small smile. Grogu had taken that gesture for what it was – they were finally home. And not having to rely on his filter told Din the same thing. That was what this smell meant. The one that had puzzled him so when they arrived earlier.

“Welcome home, kiddo. And happy new year.”

[capthcwzer]

another day another shitpost that sets the dash on fire

[hhike]

Dank Farrik Drabble: Honey/Snug

Din was at the edge of his abilities, his mind focused like never before. He could hear the blood thrumming in his ears, and he could sense the resonant frequency of the ship’s idle engines. The left one would need attention soon, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he tried to visualize the little container of sweetener lifting off the crate across from him.

He had done this before, on a smaller scale. Why would lifting a container of sweet liquid be that much more difficult than a pebble?

And yet. Din exhaled, slowly, unclenching his jaw.

“Don’t rush!” he heard the training echo in his head as he sipped the now disappointingly lukewarm tea. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but smile and sneak a glance at Grogu in his lap, still out like a light.

At least one of them took the lesson to heart.

[hinderr]

the funniest decision i made was to let father's son grogu say fuck