#grogu is so over them LMAO

[noramsblog]

MANDO LUKE!!

[terriblygrimm]

@merrysithmas exactly

The funniest fucking thing to me is if Grogu's thinking was,

"My time with Shiny Dad Man is limited whereas I can return to my training later."

And so eventually he shows up at Rey's school and acts like nothing changed.

Grogu: "Master Skywalker, I've returned to complete my training."

Rey: "What"

And trolls the hell out of her.

"We didn't do it this way in the Temple."

"That's not how Master Yoda taught it."

"I don't think my father, the best Mandalorian hunter of this millennium, would appreciate this depiction of our culture."

[cowboylikeyouu]

i finally watched the making of deadpool & wolverine and wrote down every thought that popped up into my mind while watching, have fun lol

god hugh jackman is gorgeous

they’re talking about all the different ideas they had for this movie and honestly??? i would eat up every single one of them they should still do it lol

god hugh jackman is GORGEOUS

man i missed them sm i haven’t watched dp&w in TWO MONTHS?????

i will never shut up about the deadpool suit in this movie it’s SO AWESOME it’s a blessing for my eyes every time it’s on screen

"that’s what we were striving for with rdj in endgame, is to give this iconic fictional character an amazing ending." yeah well only that endgame‘s ending SUCKED and i will never forgive anyone for it <3

ugh hugh jackman is gorgeous

i could watch him speak forever

i‘m SO glad ryan made that "i should use his body as a weapon" pitch bc GODDAMN that opening scene will never get old

ahhhhhh i love that we‘re getting some insight in the stunt/fight stuff, SO interesting !! the shitty iphone test videos are hilarious

they should’ve made a "he ACTUALLY broke his toe when he kicked that helmet!!!!" reference when ryan kicked logan‘s skull lmao

the marry puppins SNOGGING ryan bts clips will never get old lmao funniest shit ever

THE SUIT LOOKS SO GOOD UGHHHH am i having a gender or a sexuality crisis over it???? guess we’ll never know

EMMA CORRIN ILYSM

shout out to british people gotta be one of my fav genders fr

all the different lines ryan screamed out of the honda????😭😭 honestly they should’ve just kept all of these idc about logic

EMMA CORRIN

"and i knew the fans would love it" ohhh hugh i think we all love it a bit too much

"and yet, i wouldn’t say wolverine is a straight man" awesome, thanks, case fucking CLOSED.

"which i don’t recommend, sending a 10 minute voice memo to anyone"

*me looking at the five 10-20 minute voicemails i send my friends every single day*

THE SUITS LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER (their asses do as well)

GOD hugh jackman is gorgeous

"what we refer to as the van fight" no babe that’s the honda odyssey sex marathon actually!!

"violence is our love language" ITS CONFIRMED (everyone knew. BUT STILL)

choreographing this scene (all the deadpool vs wolverine fight scenes really) must’ve been SO FUN like UGH just coming up with all this violence knowing that it won’t affect your characters in the long haul and you can add of many of it as you want????? THE DREAM

THEM HUGGING IN THE HONDA???😭😭 brb gotta cry

I LOVE YOU EMMA CORRIN

CHRIS EVANS LOML

it’s unfair how attractive he is i‘m gonna throw up

reminder to myself to finally learn johnny‘s monologue i wanna be able to randomly hit people with it

OHHHH i actually did NOT realize that was hulk‘s bed from ragnarok??? which is weird bc i used to watch that movie religiously. but hey that’s so cool!!

channing tatum talking about gambit is so heartwarming man so happy for him😭

jennifer garner is so pretty i‘m so gay lord help

me

dafne keen‘s voice sounds SO different when she’s not playing laura, CRAZY

EMMA CORRIN MY LOVE

just once just ONCE i wanna walk through a street filme set like this UGH it looks so cool & surreal

"this is our baby yoda" i have to be this annoying person i‘m sorry but HIS NAME IS GROGU

i don’t know shit about music but i could listen to people talk about movie scores for hours on end (how did you know sideways is my fav youtube video essayist???)

good fucking god hugh jackman is gorgeous

lmao they should’ve kept the "zoooombies wake uuuppp" again, idc about logic

EMMA CORRIN ‼️‼️‼️

ohh hugh jackman is gorgeous (put your greasy tits away you preening slut)

ugh i‘m getting emotional help

well that was awesome, gonna cry myself to sleep now byeee

(have i mentioned how gorgeous hugh jackman is?)

[cal-kestis]

HOW TO: Make a Pantone “Color of the Year” Gif

A few people have asked about my Pantone sets which use the “Color of the Year” swatch design. So, here’s a full tutorial with a downloadable template of my exact overlay! Disclaimer: This tutorial assumes you have a basic understanding of gif-making in Photoshop.

PHASE 1: PICKING A SCENE + PANTONE COLOR(S)

I’m starting with this because it’s crucial for planning your gifset as well as making sure the execution is smooth sailing. The steps in this phase won’t necessarily be literal steps but some tips for how I usually go about making a Pantone set:

1.1 – Picking a scene.  Scene selection is everything. To make things easy on yourself, I suggest choosing scenes where the background is mainly ONE color — for example, a scene where the subject has a clear blue sky behind them. To make things even easier, choose a color that isn’t the same color as the subject of your gif. Like, if your subject is a human, I’d avoid using a gif with a red or yellow background unless you want to do a lot more work to mask their skin. 

Rip me using a scene of green lil Grogu in green grass lmao. But I guess that goes to show you could really do this with any scene (I just did lots of masking and keyframe animations to perfect this green shade). BUT selecting your scenes wisely = a lot less work. 

1.2 – Picking Pantone colors.  People often ask me how I choose my colors and there are a few methods which I’ll go over below. 

But note that not all Pantone colors have a cute name, or any name (fun fact: only Pantone textiles have official names and they end with TCX, TPX, or TPG).

METHOD A: Google Search “Pantone [Color]” Source: Google Easy but not always fruitful, all you do for this method is open Google and type “Pantone [insert color here].” For example, when searching for teal colors, I searched several things including: Pantone Teal, Pantone Turquoise, Pantone Blue, Pantone Green, Pantone Blue Green, etc. Then, just sift through the Google results and click on whatever comes up from the official Pantone website! Since Pantone’s site blocks some info behind a paywall, you won’t be able to get a hex code from them. But you can just screenshot the swatch from their site, put it in Photoshop, and use the eyedropper tool to figure out the color.

METHOD B: Color-Name Site Source: https://www.color-name.com/ This handy website lets you search by colors using the upper navigation bar. Or you can just type something like "magenta" or "blue pantone" or even “frog” and see what comes up lol. Color-name can put together palettes too! I like that this site also tells you the hex code of a color, which is really helpful for getting the right code to put in my overlay. Note: Not every color on this site is a Pantone textile, so not all of these names are Pantone-official names. You can tell it’s official if, in the Pantone row of the Color Codes table on the middle of the page, it has a code that’s 2 numbers, a dash, 4 numbers, and either TCX, TPX, or TPG.

METHOD C: User-Made Pantone Colors Archive Source: https://margaret2.github.io/pantone-colors/ For my Wednesday characters as Pantone colors set, it was all about matching the color name to the character’s vibe. So, before looking at the actual colors themselves, I wanted to find the perfect color names. I stumbled upon this page. The pros = it lists pretty much all of the current official Pantone names. The cons = it’s not convenient since there’s no filtering tool. You can do Command+F and search for keywords, but that’s it. I literally scrolled through this whole page for my Wednesday set and read every single name, which... I think means... something’s wrong with me /lh /hj

METHOD D: Official Pantone Color Finder Source: https://www.pantone.com/pantone-connect This is last on my list because I don’t actually recommend it. Unless you already have access to this resource from your school or work or something, I would never pay for it and it is a paid feature only. Boooo 👎 But there is a free trial (which I’ve never used), so if you want to see what it’s about, you can definitely go for it.

PHASE 2: MAKING THE BASE GIF

Again, just some super quick tips for making a gif that, I think, looks best with this kind of set — but if you’re still learning how to gif, I do have a basic gif-making tutorial here for extra guidance!

2.1 – Uncheck “Delete Cropped Pixels” before cropping your gif. When you use the crop tool, this checkbox appears in the top toolbar. Unchecking it allows you to move the positioning of your gif later on, which is handy in this case when you want to choose which part of your gif will be underneath the Pantone swatch. You can read more about this tip in my basic gif-making tutorial (linked above; Step 1.5 – Tip B).

2.2 – Make your gif 540px width. My gifs for these sets are usually 540x540px but I think 540x500px will also look good. I think it’s more impactful though to make a big gif to show off your coloring.

PHASE 3: ADDING THE PANTONE OVERLAY

3.1 – Download my template I made this template myself, so all I ask is that you don’t claim it as your own and that you give me proper insp or template credit in your caption if you decide to use it! Get the PSD with the transparent background here!

3.2 – Download the font Helvetica Neue Bold The font I use (and I’m pretty sure it’s the same font Pantone uses) is Helvetica Neue Bold, with some very specific letter spacing (which I determined by studying Pantone’s official Color of the Year Very Peri design). It’s already set in my .psd but here are specs in case: color name spacing = -40, color code spacing = -75 (sometimes I’ll do -25 for the numbers after the dash if I don’t like how tightly they’re packed together). 

I uploaded Helvetica Neue Bold to my dropbox here!

3.3 – Import my overlay You can either drag the whole folder onto your gif from tab to tab or right-click the folder, select Duplicate Group, and select your gif as the destination document. Just make sure this overlay group is above your base gif!

3.4 – Fill the color swatch In my .psd, on the layer labeled “Pantone Swatch,” just grab the hex code of your chosen Pantone color and fill that layer using the Paint Bucket tool! I’ve already put a layer mask on the layer for you so it fits perfectly inside the square outline.

If you’re using my .psd, all the blend mode settings are already in place! I usually set the colored square behind the Pantone logo to the Color blend mode, but sometimes, I prefer the way Hue looks. It’s up to you! 

You can also adjust the drop shadow settings to make your text more visible as needed. The layers are arranged in this order so the drop shadows don’t interfere with the semi-transparent part of the colored swatch. 

3.5 – Insert the color name and code My .psd has two versions to choose from: (1) a color name that fits on one line and (2) a color name that requires two lines. Use the one that applies to your color name and simply type that and color code into the corresponding text layers! 

Note 1: Pantone doesn’t keep their font size uniform for every color of the year. They’ll sometimes shrink the text to fit longer names, but I like being consistent. So, I use this one font size for all my colors.

Note 2: My template has all the text left-justified and matching the starting point of the P in Pantone. BUT, sometimes the gif looks better if you nudge the text a bit so it looks more centered. Use your discretion when aligning the text!

Note 3: Btw, you definitely don’t have to use the TCX/TPG codes like me. (I’m a nut and there’s no way I’ll ever do a Pantone set and not use those types of codes to maintain uniformity across this series lol.) I’ve seen others do sets inspired by mine using different color codes or even just the hex code itself!

PHASE 4: COLORING THE BASE GIF

The key here is to make a majority of your gif feature your chosen Pantone swatch. If you’re really smart with your scene selections, this should be a breeze! If you’re stubborn like me and want to use specific scenes with the opposite color of your chosen Pantone swatch, there will be a bit more color manipulation involved... However, this isn’t a coloring tutorial, so again, I’m going to give some tips and resources that will hopefully help you out!

4.1 – Color matching. Now that you have the Pantone swatch on your gif, you should be able to reference that center square set to Color/Hue to match the rest of your gif to that color. Feel free to paint a little blob of your color onto another layer anywhere on your gif so you can refer to it closer over a specific part of your gif. For example, I put a little circle over Grogu’s head to see how closely I matched Pantone’s Peapod color, then I tweaked my adjustment layers a bit more until the colors matched near perfectly and I couldn’t tell where that blob begins or ends. The left is the solid color and the right is set to the blending mode Color (like the square):

4.2 – Moving the base gif. This isn’t really about coloring... but remember when I said to uncheck “Delete Cropped Pixels” in Step 2.1? Well, here’s your chance to adjust your canvas and move the gif around so the exact part you want under the color swatch is in the right position. I personally think these kinds of sets are more impactful when you put a differently colored part of your gif under the swatch so you can see through it and the difference is clearer. In my example, I put Grogu in the center so the green box would cover some of his brown potato sack robe.

4.3 – Color manipulation. Color manipulation is when you transform your media’s original color grading into a completely different color. The Grogu gif isn’t a great example because the original scene was already a green-yellow color:

I mean, the difference is still pretty drastic but that’s mostly because my file was HDR and washed out as a result.

So, here’s an example I made using a gif from my first Pantone set for ITSV (I’m not doing this demo to the Grogu gif because it’d be too much work to manipulate a green background with a green subject. This ITSV scene is perfect bc the majority of it is blue while the subjects are mostly red.)

For the “basic coloring,” I did everything as I normally would: mostly levels and selective color layers.

For color manipulation, my fav adjustment layer is Hue/Saturation (those are the screenshots that are on the gif above). When you’re smart with your scene selection, it’s pretty easy to manipulate colors with one Hue/Sat layer because you usually only need to tamper with 1-2 colors and, hopefully, they shouldn’t interfere with skin tones (obviously you’ll do other layers to further enhance your gif’s brightness, contrast, etc. — but I just mean the heavy lifting usually only takes me one layer with a good scene choice). 

All you have to do is figure out what color the majority of your gif is, toggle to that color’s channel, and fiddle with the hue slider. In the gif above, you can see that I played with both the Blue and Cyan channels. Here’s why:

If I only adjust the Blue hue slider, I get those speckles of cyan peaking through in the gif above. Unless you’re working with completely flat colors — like 2D animation with zero shading/highlights — a color is never just one, solid color. Blue isn’t just blue, it may have some cyan. Purple isn’t just purple, I often have to toggle the Blue channel too. So, yeah, be mindful of that!

I’ll sometimes go in with the brush tool and paint over some areas of my gif to really smooth out the color and make it uniform. When I do that, I just set that painted layer to the Color blend mode. Some of the resources below go into that technique a bit more!

4.4 – Coloring resources. While not all of these tutorials cover the same type of color manipulation I did in my gifs, I think the principles are similar and would be helpful to anyone who’s a beginner:  – color manipulation tutorial by usergif/me: I go a bit more in depth here (I think lol) – how to change the background of any gif by usergif/fionagallaqher: a great tutorial for using keyframes so you can manipulate the background of a gif with lots of motion – bea’s color isolation gif tutorial by nina-zcnik: this tutorial has more tips about hue/saturation layers as well as masking your subject – elio’s colouring tutorial by djarin: this tutorial shows a lot of examples of first manipulating the colors then brushing over the gif with a matching color for extra coverage

And just one last note on coloring, I always try to appreciate gifs with the mentality that “good” coloring is 100% subjective. One of the only things I would classify as “bad” coloring is when you whitewash or [color]wash someone’s skin tone. So, as long as you keep the integrity of your subjects’ natural skin — especially if they’re a POC — you should feel good about your coloring, because it’s yours and you worked hard! <3 

PHASE 4: EXPORT

That’s it!! If you work in Video Timeline like me, just convert from Timeline back to Frames, export your gif, and voila! 

Easy PEAsy. 🥁 

If you have specific questions about this tutorial, my ask box is open <3

Also, check out these other Pantone-inspired sets by my friends @nobodynocrime (Mulan set) and @wakandasforever (Ponyo set)! There are so many ways to use Pantone colors in your set, so I hope this inspires you to create something beautifully colorful <3

[m-musings]

Bullseye: Din Djarin x Fem! Reader

Word Count:1.3k Summary: Din teaches Reader how to shoot a blaster & Reader tries not to lose her cool in the process. Warnings/Other Notes: pre-est. relationship, teensy bit of ooc Din, M doesn't know how guns work lmao & cheesy ass ending

"Do we really have to do this? You know I'm no good at using these things..." A voice called out in the lava flats on Nevarro.

As another voice grumbled out an irritated huff, the sound of a blaster charge hitting it's target hissed through the air as the smell of smoke wafted up from the straw bundle.

Currently, the famed Mandalorian sat outside of his home, watching as his partner tried her best to hit the various targets he had set up for her to shoot at.

"Yeah, we do. After yesterday, It's obvious that you need the practice."

"Din, I can fight just fine with my billhook, so why do I need to use a gun?"

"'Cause you nearly got killed by that bounty hunter in the marketplace! He was a foot away and could've killed you if I hadn't shown up when I did." Responded Din as he shook his head in disbelief.

Scoffing at the notion, (Y/n) clicked her tounge before setting the blaster down on the stool next to Grogu, who had been sat next to Din, watching the show as he ate his blue macarons.

"I was perfectly in control of the situation! I had my hand on my weapon the entire time he chased me down! I was just... looking for an opportunity to attack, y'know?"

"Mmhm, sure, (Y/n). It really looked like you were in control when he had you backed against the wall." Din drawled with a chuckle as he leaned back in his seat.

"Oh, c'mon, gimme a break here! You, more so than anyone, know I'm just as good of a fighter as you are and would've kicked that guys ass had you not jumped in last second and shot him."

"But you didn't."

"But I would have!"

"Okay, okay, I concede. You probably would."

"Thank you. Now, quit distracting me since you wanted me to work on my blaster aim soooo badly."

"Alright then, show us what you've got in store." Din agreed as Grogu let out a happy babble.

Sputtering her lips, (Y/n) gave Din a curt nod before the blaster fire began again, bathing the small group in brief flashes of bright red.

(Y/n) attempted to hit each target with as much accuracy as possible but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hit theirs center. Angrily growling as she kicked at the ground, she turned to face Din with a mad look on her face and motioned exasperatedly towards the targets.

"Again, (Y/n). I know you can do this." He stated as he gave her a shrug.

With a sigh that barely hid her distain for the task at hand, she spun around to shoot again, continuing until the sun met the peaks of the surrounding hills.

As soon as the Nevarro sky began to change colors- And with no further progress in hitting her mark- (Y/n) had finally reached her limit.

Trying not to throw the blaster in a fit of outrage, she took a breath through her nose as she stomped over the small porch to take a breather.

"These things are so frustrating! I don't know how you're so good with them, the recoil alone is killing my arm."

"That's just because you aren't used to it yet."

"I don't think I'll ever be used to it..." The woman stated as she rolled the aches out of her wrists.

Here, let me show you what to do about that." Din stated, pulling himself up from his chair to march over to (Y/n).

With a small roll of her eyes, (Y/n) held out the hand holding the blaster to hand it to the armored man, but to her surprise, instead of taking it from her, Din opted to hold her by the waist with one hand while guiding her arm into position with the other.

A surprised gasp left her lips as she felt the warmth of his palms seep through his gloves. Quickly turning his head in her direction, Din gently ran his hand along her side.

"You okay?"

"Uh, y-yeah. I'm great. Let's just get this over with..." Stuttered (Y/n) as she tried to fight the warmth blooming on her face.

Giving a small pat to her hip beforehand, Din lifted his hand from (Y/n)'s waist to her empty one. As he snaked his arms around her, he led it up to the handle of the blaster.

"Alright, cyar'ika, The first thing to remember about using a blaster is to keep both hands firmly on the grip. That way, the recoil won't impact you as much."

Following Din's instructions, (Y/n) held onto the weapon as securely as she could before looking back to her lover for more guidance.

"Once you do that, line up the shot with the scope. As soon as you think your positioning and stance is good, let that laser fly."

With a hesitant nod, (Y/n) spoke the former hunters instructions to herself before lifting the gun. Squeezing her eyes shut in anxiety, (Y/n) whispered an "I hope this works" before pulling the pistol's trigger.

A few seconds of silence passed as (Y/n) tried to figure out what had happened after the pull. Not a minute later, a laugh transmitted through the modulator on Din's helmet.

"Well... would you look at that?"

Finally finding the courage to open her eyes, (Y/n)'s jaw dropped as she was met with not just 1, but 2 targets hit right on the bullseye, one right through the other.

"Yes! I can't believe it!"

"See? Told you you could do it. And you did even better than expected." Din said proudly as he was very obviously grinning under his helmet.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't sound so pleased with yourself, that was all me!" (Y/n) smirked as she did a little dance.

"If you say so." Din said, slinking his way back towards their homestead.

"Wait, wait, wait, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I admit it... you did help.... a lot." (Y/n) conceded as she tenderly pulled Din back by the arm.

"I thought so."

"And.. I'm also sorry for being kind of mean to you earlier. Please don't be upset with me."

A quiet scoff was heard from inside of his helmet as Din reached down to grab both of (Y/n)'s hands in his.

"I was never upset with you in the first place, (N/n). I just worry sometimes. After what happened to Grogu, I can't bear to think of anyone else wanting to harm someone I love. I know you can handle yourself but I only want to make sure you're safe..."

"I know & I appreciate that, but as long as you're around, I know nobody could ever come close to hurting me. You'll never let anything happen to me or Grogu and I adore that."

As she smiled up at him, Din skimmed his thumb along the top of her hand. He then gently placed his helmet covered head on her shoulder while lowly whispering in her ear.

"I love you so much, mesh'la. I promise as long as I am breathing, no one's gonna harm you."

Placing a kiss upon the helmets' visor, (Y/n) tenderly wrapped her arms around the Mandalorian's frame.

"I love you too, Din. More than all the stars in the sky above."

As they embraced under the setting sun, a short gurgle was heard from below. When they parted, the pair looked down to see Grogu running towards them with arms outstretched.

The couple laughed at the sight before picking the small child up and including him in the hug.

"Yes, we love you too, Grogu!" Din told Grogu as (Y/n) peppered him with motherly smooches.

The laughter of a happy family rang into the air as the moon rose over the rocky plains of the planet they called home.

[reluctant-mandalore]

🍂 Fictober 🍂 Day 1: Cold Weather (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

During the chilly fall season on a new planet, you go on an afternoon outing with the Mandalorian and his son. Though of course you forgot your coat.

Warnings: Fluff, found family, crushes, pre-relationship, little bit of flirting, not beta read Word Count: 1771 Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader a/n: I slept for most of the first day and then my back was achy when I was trying to edit this. So its late. But it's here. And thats all that matters. Enjoy a fall afternoon outing with our fave clan of two. Day 2's prompt should be out later today (hopefully lmao).

“Grogu, we’ve been over this, you need to wear your coat.”

The child had huffed at the Mandalorian’s words. His large ears lowering, as he frowned and shook his head. You had watched them be trapped in this standoff for quite some time now. Neither father nor son wanted to budge. It was starting to get colder on this planet in recent days. But despite the chill—and despite his fathers lecturing—the little one had been determined to take his coat off any chance he got.

This had been his third time taking off the coat while hoping that neither of you would notice. Din had always been overprotective though, and he had been even more observant. He always had a keen eye for noticing these things, and there was nothing the child—or you—could seem to get past him.

“It’s getting colder out, and I don’t want you getting sick.” Din had tried reasoning with him. “You don’t want to get sick. Right kid?”

Grogu had huffed again. He pouted up to his father before trying to look past him over to you sitting on the bench nearby. Clearly he hoped to rally in your support to his losing battle, and most days those wide pleading eyes of his would convince you to his side in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for the child though, today you found yourself agreeing with the Mandalorian. As you had also caught yourself wishing you had remembered to bring your own coat this chilly afternoon.

Discovering that you wouldn’t be helping him, Grogu had huffed one more time, before finally allowing Din to bundle him back in the coat. The pout he wore as his father buttoned him up making you want to chuckle.

“See? It’s not so bad.” Din had patted the little one’s head after he finished with the last button. Although Grogu only sent a frown back his way, before toddling off back to the leaf pile he was playing in earlier.

The Mandalorian had watched Grogu from where he kneeled for a moment. Though soon he had stood to come back and sit next to you on the bench. He had given you a small nod as he sat, and you had returned it with your own smile. A comfortable silence had fallen between you two then, as you watched the child explore and play in the little clearing. Despite not being pleased with the coat he wore, Grogu still seemed to be enjoying himself at least. He had been throwing leaves here and there. Giggling and laughing to himself as he did so.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to wear it.” After some time Din had been the first to speak, as he shifted a bit awkwardly next to you. “He was so happy picking it out in the market a few days ago, but now he wants nothing to do with it.”

You gave him a shrug. “He’s probably just not used to it—that’s all—give him some time.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, sometimes kids are just picky with these things.” You said smiling again as you watched the child chase down a frog, struggling to keep up in his puffy jacket. “He’ll get used to it eventually.”

Din had let out a bitter sigh, but you could hear the smile in his words. “Yeah you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

He had snorted at that reply, and quickly the two of you fell back into silence. The only sound once again being that of the child's happy geal and the birds singing their sweet tunes. Another breeze had swept through, rustling the leaves and sending an icy chill to roll down your spine. Once again you had found yourself wishing you hadn’t forgotten your own coat, as you shivered and shuddered with every gust of wind that passed.

“Cold?” Din’s question had nearly made you jump, and you looked over to find him looking at you with a tilt of his helmet.

“A little.” You admitted with another shiver, now feeling a bit embarrassed while under the Mandalorian’s gaze. “I honestly didn’t think it would be this cold when we left earlier.”

He had hummed in understanding and went back to watching the child for a moment. You went back to doing so as well. Thinking that had been the end of the discussion, though soon the heavy weight that rested over your shoulders proved otherwise. The cape—his cape—that he tucked around your shivering form had enveloped you in an instant warmth. The cozy fabric making itself the perfect barrier for you from cold.

No wonder he wore this thing all the time—it was stylish and warm.

“There.” He murmured in a hushed tone, as he smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the fabric, and adjusted it around you a little more snuggly. “That should help you stay warm.”

“Thank you.” Your voice had struggled to speak, as you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow shy.

Din had been so close to you as he fixed the cape. His leg had brushed with yours at every movement, and if it weren’t for the helmet that shielded his face, you would have felt how his breath fanned your cheeks. He hadn’t seemed to realize it though until the two of you shared a glance. Your eyes locked to one another, and mere inches apart. Only then did he seem to catch himself. Clearing his throat as he pulled away and averted his gaze. A mumbled apology quickly leaving him as he did.

“Keep it till we get back.” He didn’t dare look at you as he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest awkwardly. Although you couldn’t help but notice how his leg still seemed to brush with yours every now and then. “I don’t need you getting sick either.”

You only nodded. Smiling to yourself a little, and snuggling further into the cape. Your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest at any moment.

“You know…” He continued quietly, his voice trailing and words a bit teasing, as he had looked at you from the corner of his eye with the tilt of his helmet. “You’re just like the kid with not wanting to wear a coat.”

You gave a little laugh at his words, unable to deny his claim. “Guess I’m a bad influence then, huh?”

“No. I wouldn’t say that.” He shook his head while giving a small chuckle himself, and glancing away from you to watch the child again. “I’d say the opposite actually. You’re a great influence on the kid.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! He adores you…” Din had almost seemed to pause in thought before allowing himself to finish. “We both adore you. Things wouldn’t be the same without you around.”

There was another flutter in your chest at his words, and suddenly it wasn’t just the cape that gave you warmth. The two of you had looked to one another, unable to stop yourselves from leaning closer, as the air between you had seemed to shift. It had been hard to deny the feelings that both of you were beginning to feel for one another lately. And moments like these had only seemed to make it even harder.

“Patuu!”

The sound from Grogu had broken you both from the trance, and you both looked to find him standing before you two now. The smile he wore bright, as he held out his hands for you to see what he had found. It had been acorns—of course—the child had been fascinated with them since arriving to this planet.

“Oh! Is this for me?” The child had beamed up at you at the question when you realized he held one out to you, and with a smile you took the acorn. “What a lovely little acorn! Thank you Grogu.”

Grogu had let out a happy noise at your acceptance of his gift. His eyes bright with excitement as he watched you look over the acorn. Pleased with seeing your approval, he glanced at the other acorn still in his hand, and then looked to the Mandalorian at your side.

“Do I get one too?” Din seemed to perk up, but any hope he had died quickly as Grogu soon sent a glare his way at the question, before turning to waddle rather grumpily away back to his leaf pile.

“I think he’s still mad about the coat.” You barely managed to stop the laugh that threatened to spill from your lips at the sight.

“Yeah.” The Mandalorian almost sounded like he had been pouting, and based on how his shoulders had sunk you wouldn’t put him past it. “I guess he is”

“Oh don’t worry Din.” You patted his shoulder gently. Trying to reassure him.“He’ll forgive you soon.”

“He can be pretty stubborn.” He mumbled back. Sounding utterly defeated.

You gave a teasing hum. Nudging him with your arm a little. “He’s just like his dad then.”

“I’m not stubborn.” He had tried to argue, but any defense he had fell quickly at the look you sent his way. “I’m only stubborn when I need to be.”

The two of you shared another small laugh at that before falling back into that familiar silence and watching over the child play. The three of you would spend the rest of the afternoon out there. Only leaving when Din would finally decide it had been time to pack up, and head back to the ships. Grogu had almost fought with him over it, but unlike with the coat, he had quickly been won over with the promise of food.

Though it wouldn’t be until the next day where the little one would finally seem to have forgiven his father. This time when you three went to leave for the afternoon outing he did not fight the Mandalorian over the coat. Instead he let his father bundle him up with little complaint. Babbling in bits of gibberish, and pulling out the acorn he had found the other day. Handing it to Din with a bright smile before immediately waddling off in the direction of the clearing.

“See, Din?” You smiled at him, as you both began walking to follow behind the child. “I told you he’d forgive you.”

He had looked over the acorn. The smile he wore hidden behind the helmet. “Yeah, you were right.”

“I usually am.” You had gone to laugh, but an icy breeze had swept through as you spoke, and instead you could only seem to shiver while Din had chuckled.

Of course you had forgotten your coat again.

[padawansuggest]

So I recently discussed this with @bitter-chocolate-stars and I need you guys to know I am CLAMBERING for an AU where the nulls, who famously (to their brothers who probably think they’re ICONS) took over a whole fucking part of the whole cloning facility of Kamino after the Kaminoan’s told Kal Skirata (Dad) to get out because they don’t need trainers anymore and the war just started and the nulls are like ‘what if we stage a coup’. And it fucking works?????

Yeah I want an AU where the Jedi are like ‘lmao that’s a good idea y’all know any other clones that can help with that to take over more of the facility?’ And Alpha 17 and his commanders melt out of the walls like ‘hey we got this’ and take over all of Kamino and the Jedi look at the senate all ‘sowwwwwwwy, we twied so vewy hawd to get them to stand dowwwwwwwn 😭’ and force the senate to make a draft which halts the entire fuckin war in its tracks and then Palpatine throws a tantrum and reveals he’s a Sith so they kill him and go hunting for the other generals who got sat on by the Kilo beast lmao whoops.

Anyways. I think the nulls should have been allowed to take over Kamino and declare themselves a third faction of the war and maybe even convince the droid army to get jealous and stage their own coup with R2-D2 as their general and idk man idk that would be super funny.

Kal, after being handed the entire clone army: oh my god my throat is gonna kill me after I say the gai bal manda for all of them

Also Jango is alive and under house arrest in the Jedi temple with Boba so he’s like. Whatever. Might as well happen. Fuck all y’all at least he has his kid and probably anxiety meds from the healers. He’s taking a vacation. Boba is learning how to steal initiates to cheer Buir up by shoving them in his arms when he looks sad in the gardens. Grogu is his little pal he’s such a bad boy they commit crimes together.

The nulls find Tag and Bink and adopt them what crimes do you think they will commit? Tax fraud probably.

[aliorsboxostuff]

So how about sub din who is just started to date Dom reader and hasn't taken his helmet off yet. So things are getting steamy with them both and is din sitting on readers lap grinding on him and reader asks if he wants to take a step further and din nods yes. And reader makes sure that din is comfortable and says to leave the helmet on for din and doesn't want to rush him. And leads to din first time with reader and is riding him in the control room in the razor crest. I hope you are doing good and really glad that you are taking mandalorian requests.-🐸

A/N Oh 🐸, you with your amazing ideas, and always so descriptive! Though I gotta change the 'Started dating reader' part because the Din in my heart is a socially awkward mf that needs at LEAST 6 months of relationship development before holding hands. I also hope you are doing well! Yall gotta bear with me here this is gonna be my FIRST take on a star wars fic, let alone a Mandalorian fic, so if I do make any mistakes while writing some Mando'a words here, feel free to DM me or reply so I can fix where I wrote it wrong! As always, apologies for some mistakes, english is my 2nd language, and enjoy dear Readers! <3

Ner Din'ika 

Tags: Din Djarin x m!Reader, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, he's there as Grogus's teacher tho lmao, Mando'a words (Translation at the end), Bottom!Din, soft!Din, Keldabe kiss, First Kiss, Riding, Pet names, touch-starved!Din, fluff, fluff and smut, aftercare.

Din's first time with you is—as expected—filled with yearning and want and scalding touches and a kiss? 

[Takes place around the time frame of Grogus training in Book of Boba Fett, but i refuse to let The Razor Crest explode so here we are]

You stand at the mouth of The Razor Crest, watching as Din supervised Grogu’s latest training with Luke. The kid has flown a total of five little pebbles and an even more impressive number of bigger boulders, seven now counting. Din, worry and protectiveness practically oozing from his armor, stands off to the side, just near the tree lines, eyes watchful of his foundling as Luke, yet again, lets the little boy fly over his head. You’d deem it dangerous, stars, maybe irresponsible. But what do you know about Jedi training?

Instead, your eyes follow the line of Din's stature. His arms are crossed, leaning against some of the bamboos. Clearly trying to resemble a sort of relaxed stance, but you can see the tension, feel it even. Comes with being a Mandalorian’s boyfriend, you chuckle. Those broad shoulders lean back, Beskar reflecting the shining light of the growing evening, slowly he turns his head to glance at you sitting on the Crest’s mouth. You meet his visor, grinning, before he curtly turns back to where he was watching his kid. Your smile widens.

You met him through Cara Dune. She’s a good friend of yours, the one who pulled you out of your boring everyday life on Sorgan, used to fish the little morsels from your villages ponds, to hanging around her and earned her respect. Until that Beskar donned man and his little green kid came. Thought he wanted to take in Cara and you were ready to step in his way, but after they dueled, they came to a truce and started their alliance. He helped the villagers fight off the raiders that once terrorized the place, and once that's done he opted to leave, not before you hitched a ride to Nevarro with Cara.

It had to be admitted, the kid did catch your heart and held on to it, so you offered to help him and Grogu find his kind. Cycles after your initial meeting, you’ve grown close with both Din and Grogu, curious at the man’s past and equally drawn to him. Then that imperial bastard, Moff Gideon, had to up and steal the kid. So you, Cara, Bo-Katan and Hell, Boba Fett himself, joined forces to save him. 

The universe truly is bountiful to its protector, because you didn't take into account that saving The Mandalorians kid would give you the honor of learning his name and, by stars, becoming his boyfriend. Remembering back to those months, you still think you're the luckiest warrior in the whole galaxy to be blessed with such an amazing and loving clan of three. 

Reeling back to reality, far into the field, you see Grogu has gone tired and Luke has halted their training for the day, the little green guy already slumping into the dirt below and curling in on himself. You sigh fondly, walking down the ramp and jogging to wear Grogus doe eyes are already half lidded, and he yawns. 

“Come here kiddo,” You coo as you pick up his little body, cradling him in your arms. You see Luke talking to Din, too far away for you to catch, but you could see him nodding to Lukes animated chatter. You smile, glancing back down to Grogus little head burying himself deeper into your warmth, he’s already pawing at the jacket you're wearing, which makes you giggle and pull it around his little body. 

Luke walks over to where you’re standing, smiling as he sees Grogu already bundled up by you. “We should have dinner first before we sleep, right Grogu?”

Now that made his floppy ears perk. Grogu immediately turns from where you were hugging him, making grabby hands and incoherent words at the idea of food, which you smile at before handing him to Lukes waiting arms. 

“We’ll join you in a bit,” You said, and Luke nodded, already turning back into the direction of his temple. 

On cue, Din approaches you and slides an arm around your middle, pulling you to him at which you welcome the tug. With a steady hand on the cool Beskar chest plate, the two of you watch as Grogu flails his arms around, undoubtedly talking about something that only Luke could understand, the serenity of the fields surrounding you lulls you into a sense of peace. You turn to meet Dins visor, directed at Luke and Grogu, before it slowly turns to you, making you smile softly. Slowly, you bring your hand to caress the side of his helmet, fingers edging slightly under it, taking in the feeling of that powerful metal that has saved your boyfriend countless times. His gloved hand holds your wrist, not tugging away, just an anchor, a testament to his trust in you to know you’ll never take off his helmet, to know you’re patient to let Din take his own pace. 

The hand holding his helmet pulls slightly, and Din comes with. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the cold Beskar touch your crown, sighing when a shaky hand cups your jaw, bringing you closer. Despite the gap the armor creates, you’re never tired of feeling Dins hand on your nape, heavy over your pulse, burning even through his gloves. You smile, pulling back slightly, before you press a kiss to where his cheeks would be. “Let’s eat, cyar’ika,” You whisper, and you feel him nod.

You smile when he pulls back, arm still securely on your hips while the other smoothes over your jaw. You chuckle, pulling him to the smell of dinner being prepared by Luke, tugging him by his hand.

— 

After dinner is done and cleaned, Din has given Grogu his nightly bath and the kid is ready to pass out at any moment. Luke has taken him to his quarters and settled the little one on his own bed, just on the other side of his room. The bots have yet to make more sleeping quarters, still focusing on more classes and storage area, so the only available bed room would be Lukes, where Grogu is also staying. 

You and Din have known this from your last visits, opting to sleep in the privacy of the Crest instead. So you and Din bid the two a good night, and trek up the clearing where the ship is docked. 

Din’s arm never left your side, holding and pressing slightly, making you arch a brow at him. He only stares at you, undoubtedly false innocent eyes inside that helmet. You scoff, nudging him aside before pressing the button to close the ramp, submerging the two of you in the darkness of the Crest, shards of the twin moons the only thing leading you and Din up into the hull of the ship. 

His hands now roam around your body, pushing you slightly until your back hits the wall, you return his desperate touch with the same fervor. Finding the sliver of body suit on his hip not covered by his armor, you snake insistent fingers into the fabric and squeeze, his helmet not able to hide his groan.

“Easy dearest,” You smooth your hand over the area, other hand holding the side of his neck, thumb drawing soothing circles. “Let's take these off, alright?” He nods shakily.

You lead him to the compartment next to the sleeping pod, the table there clean of clutter and made to store Dins armor. Piece by piece, starting with his shoulder pauldrons, each part eased off with care, pressing a kiss to the Mudhorn signet, you can hear Dins stuttered breath. Then down to his vambraces, littering kisses from his shoulder and leading a path down to his forearm, then hands as you carefully pry off those thick gloves. You push Din slightly so his waist hits the edge of the table, pressing another kiss to the bare skin of his hand, half lidded eyes meets his visor at which you hear him exhale a ragged breath. 

Carefully unbuckling the belts around his breastplate, setting it on the table before you pull off the breastplate, the bodystocking stretches over his broad chest deliciously. As you put the armor piece aside, your hand smoothes over the fabric, pressing slightly where you know Din is sensitive the most, watching him inhale sharply before you smirk, littering kisses on your way down. As you crouch, you move to take off each leg piece, first tigh guards, pressing light kisses on the exposed fabric, then shin guards and the belts on top of it, then finally the knee-pads and his heavy boots. Gentle hands stoke up slightly, pushing the end of his pants up until you feel the tickle of leg hair, Din visibly shaking on top of you, gripping the table behind him until his scarred knuckles turn white. 

You smile, languidly making your way up his body, unwrapping his cape and setting it aside. The final divide between you and your boyfriend. His last brick, and the wall crumbles down. 

Shaking hands clasps at your back as you press kisses on his still covered clavicle, making the fabric damp and warm as he squirms. You hear his breath grow ragged, then you bite down, just enough to hear him groan and drop his head to your shoulder, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline. 

“Sleeping pod or-” 

“T-the cockpit…” He falters as you press another kiss nearing his neck. “Please,” 

You hum, nodding against his neck before leading him by the hand, careful touches along his hips as you usher him up the stairs. You follow suit, not forgetting to grab the lube from the compartment on the wall. 

When your feet touch the cockpits floor, Din impatiently pulls you up, hands stroking over your chest, down to your hips at which he breathes raggedly under your chin. You chuckle, moving him back until he feels the control panel. He almost jumps to sit on it, but you sit back on the captain's chair, you pull him towards you, making him stumble into your lap. His whine reverberates through his helmet's modulator adding a static edge to it. You made sure he’s comfortable before sliding your hands to his back, reaching to tug the zipper down. 

The zippers opens his backside into the night's cold air, making him arch into your warm touch, pressing his clothed cock to your lap. He whines from the movement, holding on to your shoulders, almost crushing them. With each skin slowly being revealed into the night's air, you press your lips against it, reveling in each whine and ragged breath you got out of Din. With every part of the suit being peeled, Din’s tanned skin is shown, bathed under the light of the moons and stars. Scars on his body paint an infinite constellation, your eyes following each one, from the deep ones to those that have grown lighter than Dins expanse of skin. 

Finally, he pulls at the tight bodysuit, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and his hands paws at your jacket, labored breath impatiently prying it off of your figure. You grin, shrugging the article off, followed by your shirt, leaving the both of you shirtless and breathless. Dins shaking hand strokes down your shoulder, to your arms, before he arches into you when your languid fingers trace his sensitive back, sending jolts rippling through his body. 

“Please…” Despite his helmet still perfectly secured on his head, you could feel his warmth ghosting at your neck. It truly has been a while since you and Din shared some privacy, always jumping from planet to planet, looking for more Mandalorians to repair broken bonds and doing favors that benefit Din’s covert. Only now did you and your boyfriend get to breathe in the warm embrace of peace within this planet, so you're not surprised just how sensitive Din has gotten.

“What do you need kar’ta?” Your hand holds Dins hip, no doubt leaving marks to be cherished in the morning, letting him grind himself on your thigh, broken moans and breath singing into your ears. You pride yourself for learning bits of Mando’a if only to hear his gasps each time you use it. “Hm? What do you want?” 

“I- ugh,” Din grunts as he feels one hand snakes into his trousers, stroking him steadily, his precum easing the movement. You smirk, other hand tweaking one of his perked nipples, bumping your head against his, making sure the amber in your eyes burns through his visor. The need melts into his skin. 

You’ve never gone past reverent touches and helping each other get off by hand, you haven't even gotten the pleasure of seeing Din fall apart by your mouth, but from the way he grinds into your touch, broken moans filling the room, his desperation leaks into your body. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Stars- Yes.” He moans when you tighten your hand just so. You nod, easing your hand away from his cock which makes him whine, until you begin to help him out of his pants.

“Okay, alright,” Your breath stutters when Din grinds over your cock, already tenting in the confines of your pants. Between you and Din’s relationship, the both of you haven't truly moved on from scalding touches and helping each other get off by hand. This is a new territory for Din, and you have to make sure he feels safe and comfortable in your embrace. 

You carefully slide him out of his trousers along with his briefs and discard it with the same pile as his top, feeling his strong thighs shake underneath your touch. Fumbling for the bottle of lube, you pour just enough on your hand and warm it up a bit, before following Din’s tailbone down to the top of his arse. He shivers, whining into your shoulder as he feels your digits ghosts over his hole, already squirming in your hold. 

“Come on, please,” He begs, nails scratching at your back. You slowly insert one finger, the tip first, letting the Din situate himself to the foreign feeling. He groans, burying himself deeper between the crook of your neck, his mandibles digging slightly at your jaw. The lube easies your finger to push more, deeper, until you hear his high pitch, broken moan, then slowly push in another. At that, he jerks his head to the side, chest still flushed with yours. 

When you begin scissoring, Din throws his head back, arches into your touch, which beckons you to chase him, biting at the now exposed column of his neck, making sure to leave marks no one but you know and Din could feel. Din feels delirious, deeply intoxicated from both your fingers and the feeling of your warm mouth pressing over sensitive skin and old scars, jolting each time you bite down or kiss longer to leave darker spots. He scarcely remembers moaning out broken syllables that should form your name, making your hold on his hips tighten, squeezing the scarred skin. 

After deeming it enough prep, you carefully pull your fingers out, pressing kisses on the planes of your boyfriend's chest, feeling him take ragged breaths, a steady hue of red throughout his body. You shuffle to discard your pants, hissing when you feel the cold air hit your heated skin. You could feel Din growing impatient, if the way he squirms could be interpreted as that, so you tug your pants off and align yourself under Din. 

“Slowly baby, slowly,” You remind him, his thigh shaking with anticipation. Hands holding under his thigh, making sure gravity doesn't take hold, you lower Din’s shivering body, inch by inch. The tight heat of his hole almost stutters your hold, making you groan, feeling the head of your cock inside him. You can feel Dins graps digs into your shoulders as he gasps.

Finally, your thighs are flushed with Dins, feeling the man shudder above you as you try to regain some sort of composure, breathing in shaking breaths. Din claws his way from your pellicals to your chest, making red rivers across your chest. You groan, pushing into his touch, which in turn shifts where you sat, enough to make your boyfriend shiver.

"M-move." He manages. "Move, please." 

"Anything for you mesh'la," You say as your teeth dangerously ghosts over his pulse. 

Planting your feet on the metal floor, you suppress the cold that shoots up your bones and instead focus on holding Din upright, thrusting into him with each movement. His arms shakes, moves back to grip the control panel, his scarred knuckles a hue lighter. A deep growl rumbles through you when you feel Din’s hole clenching around you, raking blunt teeth across his chest. You trail reverent kisses across a deep scar that runs from his left clavicle to just under his abdomen, Din shivers. In a more tender moment, slowed down after release with the two of you tangled together, you would've asked what those scars meant, wondering about the stories of your boyfriend's life. Maybe later, much later in the night.

When you hear a mewl, almost a hurt sound coming from the man currently flushed on top of you, your lips curls into a sharp grin, before hauling Din from gripping at the ships console to fall into your grasp, his arms immediately around your neck with a choked gasp from the sudden change. With the chair supporting both of your weight, you have the advantage to claw at Din’s hips, digging calloused fingers into his skin, using your strength to push Din up and down.   

You feel yourself nearing the edge, with Din clenching around you it’s hard to keep up the pace. The side of his helmet would leave an angry mark on your shoulder, making you grunt when Din lets out a broken whimper and buries his head to the crook of your neck. “C-close, baby,”

“Me too…” He lets out a breathy moan when your hand finds his dick, pumping it hastily, pushing him to his limit.

“Stars i-” You stutter when Din clenches around you. “Fuck- Wish i can kiss you,” 

Slip of a tongue. Shit. 

Your movement falters, a shiver shoots up when Din pulls his head back, dark visors looking straight to you, assessing you. 

"Din i-" But before you could sputter out a reason, an apology for forsaking the trust he gave you, darkness suddenly envelops your vision, rendering you blind. Dins hand covers your eyes, you could feel his calluses over your skin.

Then, as if a searing star itself break the atmosphere, you feel slightly chapped lips against yours, a tickle of stubble and- Is that a mustache? 

Din grunts into your mouth, realizing you still have one hand wrapped around him. He moans, moving with your thrusts, his kiss devouring your gasps as you push at him, deepening it. His tongue traces yours and confidently moves in, effectively rendering your brain into a short-circuit. Your mind briefly wonders how such a reserved man has this much skill in kissing, he’s no virgin but surely he hasn't kissed anyone beside you. Then he bites at your lower lip before bringing you deeper again with a hand on your nape, and all hell breaks loose.

You growl into the kiss, basking in the whimper he lets out as your hand moves faster and thrust grows sloppier, but definitely still hitting that spot that makes Din scream. He pulls back, inhaling sharply when you bite lightly on his jaw, feeling the hair that decorate it. Oh you’d worship him just to see his debauched face without being blind, and the thought is enough to make you cum. 

You feel yourself release inside Din’s warmth, making him shiver and let out a broken moan of your name. With your hand jerking him off, he follows suit, throwing his head back, painting his chest with strings of pearly cum. Once spent, he slumps into your embrace, helmet already in place and breathing raggedly next to your ear. You pry his hand off your eyes and press a kiss to the sliver of neck you could reach. 

Blinking away the little dots from your eyes being closed and pressed by his hand, you slowly steady your breath as you rub circles on Dins pelicals and lower back, feeling him sigh and melt at your touch. You can't help to let out a chuckle, which earns you a questioning sound from your boyfriend. 

“Nothing, just…” You smile, licking at your lips, trying to savor Din’s taste. “Best kiss I've ever had.”

That made him chuckle, nuzzling the cool helmet against the side of your neck. “Me too.”

Your smile widens, closing your eyes and simply letting the warmth of after-sex wafts through the cockpit. Speaking of which, you should probably clean up and sleep in the proper sleeping pod. The seat, plush as it is, won't do your back any good. So you reach for your scattered pants, looking for the fabric you always keep in your back pocket. When you finally find it, you shift Din a bit to clean up the mess that went up to both his and your chest, then carefully pull out of the man, making you groan as he shivers, wiping down what leaks out of him and the remaining lube around your length. 

Standing up and making your way down takes another effort, but nothing you can't do for Din, sleepy and content Din in your arms. Pushing the button to open the sleeping pod, you set him down on the edge of it before handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink, love,” You grin, before busying yourself on the table where another water bottle is kept and downing it. You hear the hushed shh of Dins helmet as it’s being taken off, then the cap of the water bottle turning. You swallow another gulp of water, before flashes of earliers heated kiss shocks you and makes you choke on the water slightly. You cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before closing the bottle and setting it back. 

“You uh… Done?” You clear your throat.

“Yeah,” You nod, turning back to see Dins helmet back on and him extending his arm, returning the bottle to you. You set it on the table and push him back to lie down in the pod. It’s always been a tight fit with both you and your boyfriend sleeping in it, but you make do.

When the doors are shut and the lights turned off, another hiss of Dins helmet makes your heart thump harder, but he shifts to place it on a small compartment off to the side and lays his head on your chest, one arm around you. You hook your arm around him, the other playfully raking through his curls. You could tell just from how it coils around your fingers, Din practically purring into your touch like a Loth Cat. You grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before shifting to get comfortably on the pillow. 

“Good night, Din'ika,”

“Good night, Cyar’ika,” 

Cyar'ika: Darling, beloved, sweetheart 

Kar'ta: Heart

Mesh'la: beautiful

Requests are open! 

[millersdjarin]

Parts of You

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Excerpt/Summary: "And, sitting here watching him strip it all down for me, laying his weapons on the floor and his armour beside it, it hits me just how big of a deal this is. That he would take off these parts of him. That he would show me pieces of him that no one else has ever seen." some tender, loving, soft pre-smut ♥︎

Rating: T-M(? to be safe)

Warnings/Tags: helmetless!din, established relationship, soft, tender, soft!din, brief mention of a fight

Notes: might make an actual smutty sequel to this, will add it in a link on this post if i do ♥︎ but for now this is just pre-filth lmao. i love him so much and i just am so soft for him all the time i'm cryin!!! also i write in first person, hope u don't mind!

So, maybe rushing into the fight like that wasn’t a great idea. 

But someone needed my help. What was I supposed to do? Just watch it happen? Sit there and let it all go down when I knew that I had the tools—and the ability—to help them? 

I might not be a Mandalorian, but I can still help people when they need me.

Even Din gets hurt sometimes. 

As he patches me up, I tell him as much. “Even you’re not invincible.” 

He shakes his head, pulling sutures through the wound on my forearm. Someone sliced it with a knife. “I’m not saying you did the wrong thing,” he replies. “Just asking you to be more careful.” 

“Psh. I’m fine.” 

He glances up at me. Even with his helmet on, I know what the expression underneath it looks like. Unimpressed, disbelieving, and teasing. 

“Leave me alone. I was helping someone.” I say with a smile. 

“If I left you alone,” he ties the sutures, “you’d still be bleeding.” 

I watch as he pulls away and reaches for a bacta patch to stick over the cut. Once it’s in place, he looks up at me, and into my eyes. I can’t help it; I lean in and rest my forehead against his, feeling the cool beskarr against my skin. “Can we get out of here?” I whisper. 

“You’re not going to thank me for patching you up?” 

I laugh and sling my good arm over his shoulder, resting it in the gap between his pauldrons and the base of his helmet where only soft fabric sits. “Thank you. My hero.” 

He brushes the backs of his gloved fingers down my face, and I lean into his touch. I want to feel the warmth of his skin. See the brown of his eyes that I’m still getting to know. 

I still consider it probably the greatest honour I’ve ever known that I am one of two people he lets see him without his helmet. The fact that I’m anywhere close to Grogu in Din’s heart is something I still can’t get over.

I reach up and lay my hand on his left pauldron. Smoothing my thumb over it, I smile up at him. “Can we get out of here so I can kiss you?” I ask. “Please?” 

Wordless, he steps back and nods, before heading towards the cockpit. 

The gentle hiss of his helmet releasing and lifting from his head makes my heart flutter. For so long, we only kissed when my eyes were closed. And it was enough. Gods, it was more than enough. It was enough to drive me crazy before he even touched me anywhere else. 

But this…

His smile. Soft, shy. His brown eyes and long, dark eyelashes, blinking gently at me. We’re standing by our bunk, my hands on his still-armoured chest. “There you are,” I whisper. Gently, I reach up, ghosting my fingertips over his lovely cheek. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling, and a soft sigh releases from his lips. 

His smile doesn’t waver as he puts the helmet down on the counter behind him. When he turns back to me, he places his hands on my hips. “Hi,” he says. The sound of his unmodulated voice sends shivers down my spine. 

Carefully, I take hold of one of his hands and hold it up between us. I give a warning tug to his gloves, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “Can I?” 

He nods. 

I pull off one glove, then the other, lifting up both of our hands so I can place them palm-to-palm in the space between our bodies. Sighing, I push my fingers in between his. He’s so warm. His hands are so soft. Wearing gloves for every fight you’re ever in is a good way to keep calluses at bay, I suppose. 

“Mesh’la…” he says, quiet, the old Mandalorian word for beautiful still taking me by surprise when he says it. 

Leaning in, I press our foreheads together. His breath is hot and sweet on my lips. 

I can’t wait any longer. 

I close the small distance between our mouths and kiss him, soft, capturing his top lip between both of mine. 

He sighs against me. His ungloved hands gently slide down my forearms, over my elbows and up the backs of my biceps. I can feel the warmth of his skin and it’s heaven, his lips moving slowly against mine, his hands carefully making their way up to press flat against each of my shoulder blades. 

I tug on him, coaxing him towards the bed. Then, pulling away for just a moment, I gently knock on his chest armour with my knuckles. “Get this off please?” I sit down on the edge of the bed.

He chuckles. “Anything for you.” 

I could watch him taking off his armour all day. Not just because he’s getting naked, although that is of course a part of it. But because he’s so methodical about it, so careful, his armour and all the attached weapons so important to him, part of the very core of who he is. And, sitting here watching him strip it all down for me, laying his weapons on the floor and his armour beside it, it hits me just how big of a deal this is. That he would take off these parts of him. That he would show me pieces of him that no one else has ever seen. That he knows I love to see his bare skin, that he likes to feel mine with his own, and warm me with his soft, scarred, and precious body. 

When he looks up at me, he must see the emotion on my face. A gentle frown finds its way onto his forehead. “You alright?”

I nod, feeling teary. He’s only got his under trousers on now, everything else laid out neatly on the floor and the shelf behind him. Reaching out to him, I say, “Just love you, is all.” 

He smiles and crows feet appear around his eyes. He accepts my invitation to come closer, taking hold of my hands and carefully crouching to kneel down in front of me. He puts his hands on my knees and rubs his thumbs in circles. “I love you,” he tells me, looking deep into my eyes. Searching them like he’ll find even more of me to love there. 

My hands find their way to his cheeks. He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist, closing his eyes for the moment they linger. 

“Thank you,” I whisper. 

He’s gently pushing my knees apart, sliding his hands up my thighs and towards my waistband. But his eyes don’t leave mine. “What for?” 

I shake my head. At first, I’m lost for words. There is so much to thank him for. For trusting me, for making me part of his life, for being who he is. For letting me love him. “You don’t know how much this means to me,” I say instead of answering his question, spreading my fingers out across his cheeks, neck, and temples. “Seeing you. All of you.” 

He kisses my wrist again. His hands are on my waist now, holding me steady and safe. “It means a lot to me, too,” he says lowly. 

“I know.” 

“You mean a lot to me.” 

“I know that, too.” 

“Good,” he says. His thumbs dip under the waistband of my trousers, pushing up my T-shirt so he can get to my skin. The feeling of him touching me, skin-to-skin, gently rubbing each side of my navel, it’s a lot. And knowing where his hands are headed, it’s almost enough to take me out. His thumbs rub just under the lower roll of my stomach. “How do you want me?” He asks. His voice is so husky and quiet. Just for me. Just for us, here in this moment. 

I swallow. “However you want me,” I answer. Because it’s true. I’d give him anything and everything. 

In response, he kisses me. Gently, but so intense that his nose squishes against my cheek and mine squishes against his. As I inhale a sharp breath, I let my hands fall back into his hair, one of them winding down his neck and towards his back. Forever and not for long enough, he kisses me like I’m made of something that is needed for him to stay alive. His breath is going into my mouth and he tastes so familiar, so like him, that I just need more, more, more. 

I moan sadly when he pulls away from my lips. But it turns into a different kind of noise when I realise he’s trailing his down my cheek, my jaw, to my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down until he reaches the neckline of my shirt. 

“May I?” He asks against my skin. His voice vibrates into my shoulder. 

I nod. “Please.” 

He pulls back just enough that he can take hold of the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Then half of me is bare before him except my undergarment, and the look in his eyes is something that I will remember forever. Blown pupils, so wide I can barely see the brown of his irises anymore, with breath coming from his lips fast and hot.

I don’t wait for him to ask, this time. I pull my bra off over my head, thankful that it’s not one with clasps that need fiddled with. When I’m exposed to him, his eyes somehow light up even more. 

He kisses me once more before moving away again, this time pressing his forehead into the space between my breasts. I hold him there with a hand on the back of his head, feeling him leave kisses wherever he can get to. 

“Din,” I say, soft. 

He pulls back just a little and meets my eyes. 

Giving him a coy smile, I take one of my hands and let it rest on his ass where he is still, unfortunately, clothed. “The rest?” I request. 

He smiles like he would never say no to me. Then, without a word, he pulls away and rids himself of the last of his clothes. 

My Gods. 

Fucking fuck. He is perfect. 

I tell him this. He smiles, full-blown and full of desire, and kneels down between my legs again. Not breaking our eye contact he slides his hands up my legs and they find again the waistband of my trousers that’s now slipped below my navel. He doesn’t have to ask; I’m wiggling out of them before he can take a breath to speak. 

He chuckles at my keenness and carefully lays my clothes beside his on the rug. Then dips his head and brushes his lips along my knee. 

I close my eyes, feeling his breath brushing right towards my centre. Slowly, he traces his nose and the very faintest touch of his lips up my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him. 

“Din…” I whisper. “Din, you’re killing me…” 

He chuckles. “Just getting started, sweetheart.” Then, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, he nods towards the bed. “Lie back for me.” 

I do. 

Maker, I do. 

-

♥︎end♥︎

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[peachmercury6]

Electric (Din Djarin x Reader) Pt.1

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: You, Grogu’s teacher, meet his father, Din, for the first time.

Words: 558

A|N: If you can guess the story ‘you’ are reading to the children, I will love you forever. HEHEHE... Also having issues with title, and it's is all I could come up with, lmao. I don't have luck with fanfics. If you have a better title, I am open to suggestions lol.

“There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.” - from some children's book.

The school day is over, and you decide to read a book to the children before they leave. You usually read to them at this time, and so far, they've enjoyed the book in the past week or two. “Master made many other wishes and had many other amazing adventures before he finally returned to the ordinary world,” you say, watching the attentive children who are excited for more. You close the book. “But that’s… another story.” The young students beg for another story from the same book.

“I’m sorry, that’s the end.”

“But Miss, it sounds like there might be more,” a child says.

You shake your head incredulously. There may be another book in the series, but you haven’t seen or heard of it yet. “Perhaps one day, I will read it again but for now, the day has ended and I’m sure your parents are anxious for your return.” The children scatter, gathering their books, and saying goodbye to their teacher.

The school on Nevarro used to have a droid teaching the children, but it unexpectedly combusted. Greef Karga chose you for the replacement – at least for now. Many parents are concerned with the sudden replacement with a human, but Karga assured them it might be a nice change for the children.

You spot a small green alien named Grogu, glancing at you with its beady black eyes like he is a bit confused. All you know about him is that he has a father, and so far no mother to speak of. Grogu is a baby yet you can tell he is a lot smarter than he looks, always remaining quiet in class when it is in session, and staying attentive. “I’m sure he will be here soon,” you reassure him. Grogu coos, as you set him down on your desk.

Not a moment sooner does the door slide open and a man in silver, beskar armor appears before you. Grogu immediately reacts, jumping into the man’s arms. You recognize the armor as Mandalorian. You thought you heard rumors of a Mandalorian living in Nevarro but you were not quite sure how true those rumors were. “Hey, little guy, sorry I was late,” the Mandalorian says, holding the infant close. He looks from Grogu to you.

You nod at him, smiling. “You must be Grogu’s father.”

“I am,” he says. “You are the new teacher, I take it?”

“Yeah, Greef Karga hired me not too long ago,” you say, holding out your hand to shake his. The Mandalorian looks at your hand for a moment, as though he were contemplating what to do with it. Eventually, his gloved hand meets yours in a handshake. Through this, you cannot help but feel the electricity in his touch. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he says, tilting his head in a nod.

As he turns to leave, you watch him hold Grogu tightly. You never thought you’d see a Mandalorian care for a child the way he does.

A few moments later of you catching your breath after meeting him, you realize Grogu forgot the handout you gave to every student before they left. It’s for a parent-teacher meeting, an idea you came up with before starting the job.

Will you travel to his or wait to give the handout tomorrow?

To be continued.....

Part 2

Feel free to send me asks. :)

[pagesfromthevoid]

Does Princess!reader know Grogu is force sensitive??

LMAO NOPE. I do have a plan to explore that. But enjoy the thought process I’ve had thats more funny than anything else.

Din saves her from mother dearest and everything is fine. They get married. Ya know. The vibe. But then, one day, she’s on the Crest doing something (doesn’t matter what) and Grogu is mad because she’s not paying attention to him so he uses the Force to take whatever she’s doing. And she just.

She panics. Because she does know what Jedi are! She’s from the Inner Rim! She remembers the stories and her father talking about them! And she’s just like?? Freaking Out™️

“Din Djarin!” She yells, scooping a babbling Grogu into her arms.

Din pops down from the cockpit, confused because he hasn’t done anything to get yelled at about. Not yet, at least.

“What’s wrong?”

She holds the baby out to him, brow raised. “Do you know what he is?”

“…a child?”

“Maker help you,” she groans, setting Grogu down. “Do it again. I know you can.”

Grogu looks between his parents before he lifts his little hand and her book flies across the room. It hits him and knocks him over, and he gargles some as he lays on the floor. She groans and picks him up again.

Din realizes he never told her.

“Oh, he’s…well, he was a Jedi youngling. But Skywalker —,”

Her attention snaps up, because she knows that name. She knows Skywalker. She knows the stories of Anakin, but she knows of Luke.

“Skywalker?”

“Yeah, he was training the kid but Grogu chose to come with me —,”

“Din, our child is a Jedi.”

“No, he’s a Mandalorian.”

She just. She stares at him and just accepts that Din straight up forgot to mention that their child was a Jedi in training.

[thestarlightforge]

I’m probably gonna have to write a fanfic about this because they’ll never say it. But since Star Wars VII-IX largely ignored Anakin’s character arc in favor of obsessing over Darth Vader, and Luke, Leia, and Ben/Kylo are all dead now… I hope somebody finally understands Anakin’s lesson: Why he was the balance, the one that eventually saved the day.

Anakin was the Jedi who loved.

Even at his darkest, as Vader, he was driven to violence because he loved too hard. During and before the Clone Wars, he was put into a dogmatic, oppressive, militaristic religious order that prized unhealthy emotional suppression and was forced to watch it hurt and drive away all of his loved ones—Shmi, Ahsoka, Padmé and their children; and to a certain extent, the clones he bonded with, Obi Wan (though Satine’s death), and countless others. He cared for them, it hurt him too much—and instead of receiving something like therapy to handle his insecure attachment trauma, he got a healthy helping of PTSD. But in the end, with Luke on the second Death Star, he saved the Galaxy because he loved his son and his daughter.

Nobody learned that lesson in the sequels—at least not from his story. (You can make arguments about Reylo completing that cycle a bit, but before we got that, the Palpatine mess meant they first took a giant shit on his storyline with Ben learning hatred instead of love from Vader’s memory.) So I would really, really love it if Ahsoka could be the one to learn. She was afraid to train Grogu because of this fallacy that Anakin’s attachments were the problem, not the Order itself—she and Luke both made him choose between Din Djarin and further training. But she could learn from both Kanan and Anakin if she wanted.

His lines about it in Attack of the Clones were cringe af attempts to hit on Padmé ofc, lmao. But Anakin was right even then: The Jedi should be all about love. And I would like to think him loving her—her learning that even after all the pain, her big brother had loved & believed in her, all these years he’s been gone/one with the Force—would help drive her back to courage.

[merrysithmas]

just saw favloni responded to the fan backlash against mando3 and said basically that they see where everyone is coming from w all the fan issues (bo katan erroneously taking over, no direction, inconsistent writing, horrendous cameos, no tone) and acknowledged it.

they said they blamed "too much creative input" and said it was a "bad decision" to give individual directors (bryce dallas howard - lizzo ep) and the other directors too much control lmaoooo. lmao they threw everyone else under the bus pretty much & said disney constrained them with deadlines after the whole carano firing.

they also said they look forward to continuing "THE STORY OF DIN DJARIN AND DIN GROGU" in the coming stories, emphatically.

so basically: no more bo katan BS bc that flopped harder than hell , the space western is coming back, and the vibe is coming back!!

woohoo!!

we won, fellas🥳

[satoru-is-the-way]

Din Djarin X Force Sensitive Reader

A/n:A small dabble! This will be my first Din x reader peace! A few things will be changes! Also a bit of a soulmate theme!!!

Warning: None. Small hints at being a future Sith? Idk lmao.

Fandom Master List! I have 2 more Din fanfics on their way!

Summary: (Y/n) and Din Djarin have been flying across the Galaxy in search of a Jedi Knight for Grogu. During this period they both caught feelings for each other. After Grogu leaves with Luke what is her fate with the Mandalorian?

"Only We Know"

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the beaches of it looking at me

(Y/n) knew she could wield the force. Since her childhood days there had been something different about her. A gentle whisper came to her, a feeling that never could be fully explained. She blindly followed this to a lightsaber on Tatooine. The crystals glow red against her (s/c) skin. From then on she knew her path. The darkness always had been her friend. However she could not accept this fate. The tales of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader had been told around the galaxy. She did not want to be labeled as an evil Sith. (Y/n) knew no Jedi would ever train her with such darkness encircling her soul. She battled between the dark and light sigh in an never struggle.

The last couple of days she had felt the force closer than ever. It showed her glimpses of the future. One thing (Y/n) hated were the small fragments of imagines. The first dream is of a child. Small, large brown eyes, green skin? Not very old. He was scared, sad, and in need of help. The next dream came with something -no someone unexpected. She knew of the term 'Soulmates' and laughed at the idea. Silver armor, brown hair, chocolate eyes, and his scent overwhelmed (Y/n) each night.

She had watched as a Mandalorian took on a town from afar. Once he and the droid walked into the building (Y/n) dropped down from her hiding spot and walked in. Whatever was in that crate sent her instincts into overdrive. The droid listed its gun without a second thought she shoot it. The Mandalorian spun around holding his blaster up. Din inhaled sharply at the strange feeling once their eyes meet.

'Is this the *girl I'm meant* to love?' He wonders.

'Is this the *man* that I've been dreaming of?' (Y/n) put her gun down.

_Two Year's Later_

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

After earning permission from (Y/n) and Din Grogu waddled up to Luke. The Jedi picked the small foundling up before glancing at (Y/n). Skywalker could sense the darkness inside of her. Yet, how it would dwindle over time because she found her soulmate, the Mandalorian. "May the force be with you." Luke bows his head before leaving.

Heading to Tatooine (Y/n) glanced over at Din. She could never forget the image of his face. Despite seeing him in her dreams the real thing was more meaningful. Over their journey (Y/n) had fallen for the Mandalorian. "I think I might stay on Tatooine with Boba." She whispered.

"What?! Why?" Din reacted with than she imagined, betrayal in his voice.

"I just want to fine a place to settle finding someone to settle with." She whispered the last part.

"What about me?" Din asked. This caught her off guard. Since the beginning, there was a tense feeling between them. The unspoken knowing. The unspoken feelings.

"Din, I'm gettin' *older*, and I need *someone* to rely on. You and I...We are soul mates but at this time we are needing two different things." Din scoffled at her words.

"So, tell me when you're gonna let me in. You closed yourself off to me. I want to know how you feel. About this, about me, us. Just anything. You shut yourself off when I get closer to you." He touched your hand.

"I'm gettin' tired, and I need somewhere to begin with you!" (Y/n) stood up. Din also stood.

And if you have a minute

"Why don't we go. Talk about *this* somewhere only we know? I am open to anything if that means I can be with you." Din cupped (Y/n)'s cheek.

Her (e/c) orbs scan his chocolate-brown eyes. She was scared to feel love. All her life she denied the idea of happening. Yet here Din stood ready to do anything and everything for her.

This could be the end of everything

So, why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?

Somewhere only we know.

"Only for you." She slowly removed his helmet before pulling him into a long deep kiss.

[djarinsyndulla]

i cant get over how they really thought mando s3 would to over well. there’s just no real way they actually thought most viewers gaf about bo katan enough for her to take the leading spot and din djarin (the actual main character) having no arc, growth, or anything of purpose.

it’s just so baffling to push aside the main character in favor of another character who had only been in a total of 2 episodes before this season. i’m so serious when i say i’m not interested in seeing bo katan or really any of the mandos in s3 ever again. after 3 shows of absolute shit writing i just have had enough with her in particular lmao. like i’m sick of things happening to her with no build up and the viewers are just supposed to roll with it. a character across three different shows and in each show she’s fighting someone different to become mand’alor. ENOUGH‼️‼️‼️

and i think the part that made s3 even more grueling was the complete lack of chemistry din and bo had. i was excited to see s3 to see DIN, and to see how his story would progress - he had no progression, and most of his scenes were with a character who he has no chemistry with. i’m not even talking about romance because i don’t think that’s what they were trying to do in s3 at all, they didn’t even have chemistry as friends. their scenes made me feel uncomfortable af and by episode 6 I was skipping around the episodes to avoid the awkward scenes.

in the end the entire season felt awkward because this show has always been about din djarin and grogu first and foremost, and they were both noticeably pushed to the side this time in favor of a character whose had their chance multiple times. if they want to focus on bo katan, then they need make a show about her and not just decide she’s the main character now on another character’s show. and i need people to stop with the “the mandalorian was never about only din djarin/it’s called the mandalorian not din djarin” bullshit because y’all know DAMN WELL din djarin has been the lead since s1. it opened with him and has followed HIM since. even in s2 when a bunch of characters were introduced, it still felt like it was his show and he had an actual arc. it wasn’t until s3 when he was noticeably not the focus anymore.

anyway. i’m happy s3 ended with him not bothering to say goodbye to anyone and just going to nevarro with only grogu so they can start nazi hunting for the new republic. this allows them to more easily get involved in thrawn’s mess and the ghost crew. i much rather him just interact with ahsoka, hera, sabine, zeb and ezra instead tbh like for one i already know din has ACTUAL chemistry with ahsoka and their scenes don’t make me feel uncomfortable so that’s already a plus. and then grogu can be BFFs with jacen or something. just don’t try that shit you did in s3 ever again jon favreau im so serious

[lesbianwyllravengard]

20 questions for fic authors!

I was tagged by the lovely @ugetelynx and @wisecrackingeric-2 <3 so sorry it took me so long to do this hfsgjhdj

1. How many works do you have? - currently posted on ao3 I have 57 works total. However I have almost twice as many wips it's bad

2. Ao3 word count? - 395,068 ..... I've got a wip that's almost over 100k but it's also been there for years so I doubt that'll change anytime soon

3. What fandoms do you write for? - of the fics I have on ao3, I have written for detroit become human, star wars, resident evil, assassin's creed, and the last kingdom. The fandoms I've written for that are not on my ao3 include lotr/the hobbit, bbc sherlock, bbc merlin, marvel, voltron legendary defender, percy jackson universe, and whatever the Carry On by rainbow rowell fandom is called. Most of those I will never ever write for again lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - In order:

Sapphire Moonlight (Tequila Sunrise) (Serennedy)

We Look So Good (Reed900)

Hold Fast, the Suns Will Rise (Stay) (Dincobb) (also, my first fic ever posted, and still the fic I hold most dearly in my heart to this day)

We Are Home (Hank and Connor family content)

Tomato Soup (Serennedy)

5. Do you respond to comments? - every single one. I'm obsessed with comments. I have them all saved and stored so I can reread them at any time. Thank you everyone who has ever commented I love you

6. What fic did you write the angstiest ending for? - I only write angst with a happy ending. But I did write You Should Have Killed Me for a friend's dbh x hunger games simulator result and it had an angsty ending by result of being a hunger games simulator.

7. What fic did you write the happiest ending for? - I write many fics w happy endings, but I personally think my fic series Din and Grogu | the Clan of Two Trilogy has the happiest ending because it happened against all odds. It's a fic about Din and Grogu's found family (before BoBF and Mando s3 came out, so it's not canon accurate) and it ends meaningfully to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics? - I have before, but it was all bullshit that showed me the person commenting didn't actually read what I wrote but chose to get mad at something that didn't exist. So it was discarded easily. Otherwise, I've had people try to tell me how to write things, but I ignore them all

9. Do you write smut? - yes. badly.

10. Crossovers? - I wrote a dincobb fic that was set in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey, with Din as Kassandra and Cobb as Anais. I also started a serennedy fic set in the detroit: become human universe but never got anywhere close to finishing it.

11. Ever had a fic stolen? - not that I know of lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - I had someone ask to translate one of my fics, and I said yes, but I don't think they've done so yet, which is fine. Other than that, no. But I'd be honoured!

13. Ever co-wrote a fic before? - I started a dincobb fic with a friend years ago but we never got around to finishing it. Someday I still hope to.

14. What's your all time favourite ship? - that's genuinely impossible to pick tbh I've had so many that rewired my brain. top three are probably bagginshield, simarkus, and shadowzel, not in any particular order.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - ehhhhh probably the klance fic I started when I was like 15. I don't go to voltron anymore and literally couldn't care less about it. In fact I actively hate it.

16. What are your writing strengths? - I've been told that I'm good at characterisation and plot. I think I suck at plot severely. As for characterisation, I study characters really hard and take a long time to write fics so they remain in character so I'm glad people appreciate that. I also prefer writing dialogue to anything else.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - Writing. haha I mean exposition.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I have before, I find it fun but also intimidating.

19. First fandom you wrote for? - The Hobbit :') my first ever fic was a bagginshield fic I started when I was 13. I still mean to finish it someday.

20. Favourite fic you've written? - *sighs* I guess I should say Another Time. It was the most fun to write, and everyone's responses have made all the difficulties of writing it endlessly worth it. It took me months but I'm so happy I finished it, and I'm working on p3 rn I PROMISE. But again the fic I hold most dearly in my heart is still Hold Fast, the Suns Will Rise (Stay)