#lil jango

[dukeoftheblackstar]

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House of Daimyo Fett.

Seba, Daimyo Boba, Lil Jango (bebbiicakesomgiloveyoulilman♥)

Because ily and I hope this cheers you up in the coming days. I may not always be responsive lately because jfc am I shit at it, but ily and I'll always check on you and you can always shdjkhdajhda all over my DMs bestie @kimiheartblade ♥

Sketch under cut.

ILY. ILY. ILY.

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *meets Jango the first time*

Jango: *is utterly himself and horrible like always in a very feral way*

The Angel on his shoulder: You could fix him.

The Devil on his shoulder: you could make him soooo much worse and turn feral again yourself do it do it you know you want to~

Angel: He’s right. We haven’t bitten anyone in a while. That sounds like fun.

Devil: ya I know a good time when I see one

Jango: …you good?

Obi-Wan: Yeah I just got this really weird urge to bite someone.

Jango: …hmmm…

Boba: *appears out of nowhere* Bite someone? Can I help?

Obi-Wan: Absolutely.

[the-starry-seas]

Last Line Challenge

tagged by @starwarsanthropology (twice), @mereelskirata (twice), @varpusvaras, @sithfox, @merlyn-bane

@whiskygoldwings (twice), @rooksunday, @adhd-coyote, and @loverboy-havocboy (also twice)

ily all and i love all the tags i've been getting 😊 i've simply been busy with Event Fic that i can't share oops. but i am reverse-uno-tagging each and every one of you :3

in lieu of my actual most recent work... jango one-shot! in which daimyo boba gets a little disrespected and jango handles it in the manner he knows best

violence. it's violence. people die.

Jango stands up.

“I will not allow anyone,” he says, his toe spikes ching-ing faintly with each step he takes down the stone dias, “to disrespect Lord Fett.”

His voice is deceptively soft. If Boba didn’t know him so well, he might think it was a request, disguised as a demand. He can almost picture that same nearly-polite tone, asking please don’t do that again?

But he remembers that tone. He remembers being a boy, and watching his father walk toward a man, puzzled at his father’s neutral, almost submissive demeanour. He remembers wondering what could ever make legendary bounty hunter Jango Fett approach a threat – however subtle or minor – with anything but raw power.

And he remembers what happened next.

He shifts his weight forward, sitting almost on the edge of the throne, eyes fixed on his father’s form. In his peripheral vision, he can see Fennec, aware that something’s happening but confused as to what exactly it is.

“I think you should apologize,” Jango suggests.

“I said what I said,” the man repeats. “And what I said was-”

Jango’s fingers tighten around the man’s throat before any of them see him move, dragging him out of his seat and around in front of Jango like a dog flinging around a rat. The man manages to draw a blaster from somewhere, shooting at Jango and hitting him in the bottom of the chestplate. Jango lets go, a calculated movement, not borne out of pain or surprise. The methodical nature of the man’s release eludes him. He scrambles back, hopping up onto the table to try to get away, blaster leveled in a shaking hand.

Jango leaps forward, hand planting on the table, boot coming up to land beside it. The way he moves on all fours should look awkward and off-centered, especially since he stays low to avoid hitting the pendant lights, but there’s grace to it as he advances. Four blaster shots ping off Jango’s chestplate. None of them have any effect on him now.

Boba can see the very moment the man realizes that Jango let him go on purpose.

Jango’s momentum carries him forward easily. He straddles the man’s hips, hand planted on his chest even as the man brings the blaster up again, trying to adjust for their new closeness. Jango strikes quickly, hand wrapping around the top of the blaster and yanking it away in a sudden, harsh movement that snaps two of the man’s fingers almost effortlessly.

He screams, cradling his hand to his chest. Jango already has the end of the blaster’s barrel pressed against the man’s forehead as his left hand reaches to his belt. He draws the long, jagged Tusken knife that K'jevra had given him. The blade scrapes slowly against the metal of the scabbard, the harsh, grating sound an intimidation tactic that makes even Boba shiver slightly.

“I beg your pardon!” interjects the Zabrak who’d brought them all here, jumping up from his seat. “I cannot allow such treatment of my guards!”

“Beg, then,” Jango says, in that same voice, its softness a sign of danger now to everyone in the room. He raises the knife, holds it in the air, lights gleaming off the blade. “Beg Lord Fett for forgiveness.”

“Lord Fett, please. The man was a fool, but this is an unspeakable show of violence.”

“Not much of an apology,” Boba muses. He pauses, for a moment, eyeing the Zabrak for any signs of remorse and finding none. His gaze moves to the men on the table. Jango hasn’t looked away from his target’s face, even though the other man stares at Boba with fear. “I leave his fate to your mercy, Father.”

Their visitors’ eyes widen as they realize the relation.

The man on the table doesn’t have time to scream.

His death is almost incidental. Blood spatters across the tabletop as Jango pulls the knife out and rises to lunge at the nearest man in the same instant. Despite what he’d just seen, the guard was foolish enough to have drawn his blaster. Jango is on top of him before he has time to aim, and his shot goes wild, not that any of them see the blaster bolt leave a scorch mark on the wall.

All eyes are on Jango, as he and the guard tumble to the floor together. Boba knows the man’s dead by the time they hit the floor, arm falling lifelessly as Jango lands on top of him and rolls to the side. He comes up kneeling on one knee, knife held flat against his thigh, already aiming his blaster at the third guard. The guard hesitates, for a moment, and the fourth takes the moment to try to outdraw Jango.

Jango lets the bolt hit, then slowly turns his head to stare at the fourth guard. They freeze, clearly realizing their mistake, and begin to raise their hands, one in the air, one to the side to set the blaster on the table. Jango lets them disarm themself before throwing the knife, already turning away from metal cutting through flesh to use the small rocket mounted on his left vambrace on the last remaining guard as they start to fumble for their blaster.

The Zabrak stands frozen in shock and horror.

Boba rises, standing before the throne with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I thought you had at least one brain cell wandering around between those horns of yours. Get out, Varian, and get off this planet. If anyone ever sees you here again…” He lowers and softens his voice, matching Jango’s almost exactly. “I’m a simple man, like my father before me. Do you understand?”

Varian nods, backing away slowly, mute with terror. When he reaches the doorway, he turns and flees, the echoes of his footsteps quickly receding into quiet.

Jango stands up, takes a napkin from the table, and begins cleaning his knife.

[yukipri]

The Prime Override - Chapter 63 is up!

Jango - Tell Cody

Cutting it a bit close, but here it is, last chapter of 2023!!

AND it's also the last chapter of Part 1 of this big-ass story! This chapter wraps up the Early War arc!!

(I made it, y'all, I made it, sobs)

Cody watches the Supreme Chancellor, and forces himself to blink regularly. He and his vod’e are as still as statues. The Supreme Chancellor, Cody thinks, is perusing them like the people he saw at a market during one of his squad missions. Like the potential buyers going up and down the lines of livestock, selecting the plumpest one to slaughter— And like those people, Cody notes that his Excellency actually seems to be paying somewhat close attention to them—his eyes don’t pass over them vacantly, like those of some politicians. No, he’s looking for something, some factor that causes him to skim over some, linger on others—

> > Read Ch 63 on AO3

[cienie-isengardu]

[spade-andthe-microwave]

I've finally done it. I bit the bullet and I am writing the backstory for one of my beautiful beautiful OC's, Sergeant Nightshade. The first two chapters are already up, and it will be updated inconsistently, but updates will be posted to here as they come out! A separate post will be made with her information, and will be tagged under #star wars oc: nightshade including further updates with the fic so if anyone actually decides to see her further, it'll be found in the mess that is this blog :3

[padawansuggest]

I like to consider AUs where the entire reason Jedi tell the kiddos not to go near Mandos is that one of them might be the Mand’alor and that child will be instantly adopted upon realizing this is a Jet’ika and now they’re being blackmailed into letting Jaster Fucking Mereel into the Jedi archives and whoops he found a whole transport of younglings and adopted all of them in one go they are kriffed now

Now that I have experience with doing extensive research, the headcanon that Jaster desperately wants to get into the Jedi Archives for research purposes for Mandalorian history becomes more hilarious and more understandable.

I bet you that everyone close to him is sick of hearing him bemoan about not being allowed in just to study the writings of Terre Vizsla for a personal project of his (maybe even studying how Terre would combine old Mandalorian with whatever is old basic bc he’s a linguistic geek) and just find him a Jedi who will marry him to make him stop complaining 😂

[padawansuggest]

Jedi and Mandalorians all get invited to pride parade on a planet and a bunch from each show up and now Palpys plans are all ruined cause they can’t get out of each others asses long enough for his plans to destroy them all to work he’s sweating bullets and now they keep showing up at each others planets to have sleepovers he’s dealing with so much he needs a vacation.

[headcanonthings]

Jango: Okay here are the ground rules. You can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-okay being stabbed. Biting and scratching are ON the table. You can use fire. Obi-Wan: These are the ground rules? Is there anything off limits?? Jango: Damn, babes, you got something really sick you wanna do to me huh~? You lil pervert♡

[inkyclone99]

Day 7 of @jonadioweek ~ Free Day / Crossover !!!

And Ofc…because I’m bloody weak with my hyperfixes…I HAD to make this a TBB / SW crossover…get ready cuz this one needs some EXPLANATION…

Yes. Dio is a clone trooper, CT-D-10. But obviously he isn’t a Jango Fett clone. He is a unique clone from a deceased Sith Lord, though that’s kept a secret from the Jedi. Although failed to get the midichlorians and after 9 even more failed clones, this one was at least successful with the other set of abilities the Sith had, which made him not-human.

So, when he reached cadet age, he was moved in with the small squad of experimental clones with unique enhanced skills, Clone Force 99, or so called The Bad Batch. He was instantly welcomed in.

Because even if he was so different from any clone, that’s what made the Batch perfect for him. Their differences united them.

So, when the Clone Wars began, the Batch was actually assigned to a Jedi…a very…eccentric one.

A jedi…with a beautiful, sunlight of a padawan. Whom fell in love at first sight with the clone.

Even if he never takes off that helmet, JoJo still knows what she feels for him is love, even with the whole restrictions of the order…

You can hope for a better future for them…

Extra group shot with some more lil armor painting hcs. I’m literally that one meme of care and hcs into one character while others look blank lol but yeah here is the squad

Wonder how Echo will react when he eventually joins in 🫢🤭

And YES this is based off the Etain and Darman illustration <33

[juststoriesintheend]

Dad Sol but he can be an actual dad. Just send a stork delivered a baby to his porch and he will lose his mind

in a way this makes me think of jango? he could take on the entire galaxy and burn it to the ground, but at the end of the day all he really wanted was a son.

anyways, sorry. my clone brain showed up for a second there. (something about really strong/competent men melting for their children, my daddy issues are on full display at this point)

why am i getting sitcom vibes. defected-from-the-order sol waking up to a baby theelin (i will never be over dad sol and daughter jecki) on his front porch and he immediately loves her. he's ofc worried about her parents, what made them abandon her like this, but then he sees her eyes, he cradles her in his arms and gazes down at this tiny little thing, and he knows his heart would break if he parted with her

teaching her to speak, to eat, to walk. teaching her about the force and how to connect to it. taking her out on trips with the baby carrier (why am i imagining dad sol in his dad outfit and baby not-jecki in a lil bucket hat) cooking for her. TEACHING HER TO EAT WITH SUJEO!!!

SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A BABY (also hilarious that i got this the same day as another anon requesting something for sol and his pregnant reader wife, we're all vibrating on the same frequency)

[candysharkart]

a dilf from the vault......old op oc that we made a few years ago to go w our captains (i never ended up posting him but techh did once) the sketches are also like...... from last year or smth lol

he has a fruit power (idk if we ever named it) that causes euphoria thru physical contact. so he doesnt do that much. he thinks the whole thing is embarrassing

jango is only his little brother bc its funny and we forgot he also wears heart glasses until we were too attached to them...... older bother accidentally steals his lil bros drip. is never forgiven.

[piranhartist]

Lil lipsync practice for Jango I did in Procreate Dreams when I first bought it near the launch!

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Imagine Young Boba Fett in school or kindergarten. Little man be running around with a knife scaring the teachers and some kids — others finding Boba super cool so it's just egging him on to be 'bad ass'.

Jango arrives to pick him up and teachers are relieved. But Jango does not nothing.

One teacher, in panic, goes "Aren't you the dad!? Do something?"

Jango. Bless this man.

Jango side steps and blocks running Boba, mind you in his full armor looking all intimidating and stoic body language.

Boba pouts all sorry and looks down with his hands over his stomach all mood-crumpled.

Intense stare off for a hot minute and teachers feel relieved over parent intervention.

Jango takes the knife and just replaces it with a riffle and ruffles Boba's head before little man just darts off and starts causing more chaos.

Boba be like:

Jango turns to one of the teachers before leaving, "Waste of my goddamn time." He says, thinking this is no crisis that merits him being pulled from work because it could have all been avoided if Boba was allowed to bring his rifle in the first place.

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Bonus cause I'm JangObi ho, ok?

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As Jango leaves, he stops and takes a step back to kiss his lil favorite teacher, Obi-Wan who isn't scared of his son ♥

Jango returns home to wifey Obi, who asks if he had settled the thin in school and Jango just casually, 'Yes, dear."

Parent Obi who had also been called in another class for shit!boi [affectionate] Anakin who picked a fight because someone said that certain Naboo Girl looks like shit. Obi just casually all, "oh, you too, huh?"

Jango and Obi greeting by mentioning the same school they both intend to transfer their "little ones" because they know it's bound to happen. Obi be like, "Enrollment's on Thursday, see you, babe."

[dukeoftheblackstar]

@notthestarwar We’re on the same page :) which is why I said this is just his daily conversation of sorts and added “clown to clown foolishness” because that’s his narrative. He can’t die. The fight is in him in spite of how ironically doomed he knows he is.

He knows he deserves it but can’t bring himself to let it “just happen”. It’s a resigned, if I die now then so be it and as it should — and by that, he’s going down with a good fight.

I want to say it’s his “i tried, at least I tried to the very end”.

@dukeoftheblackstar Ok so I know you're thinking He and You are both Jango, but i'm seeing this in a slightly different way.

So to me this is all about Jango's years between the slave ship and his end. In that time, he doesn't want to live, he feels like he should be dead. He's walking towards his death because he's pretty sure he's lived past his end. He's living dangerously. But everytime he faces death he can't help but fight for his life.

It's this

That Richard Siken quote is Jango everytime he faces death. At the hands of a bounty, fighting with Obi Wan, right up until the end when he faces Mace. He knows that they are trying to Kill him and he truly believes that he deserves it. But when it comes to it, he can't help but fight for his life. He'll do anything in that moment. Clawing for Survival.

Its this whole web really. Just this idea that he keeps facing up to ppl who want to kill them (because of how he approaches them lol theyre defending themselves) and him really believing that he does deserve to die, but fighting for his life anyway

[crispyjenkins]

hunger 'verse "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

will be starting a wip wednesday sort of thing maybe next week (which will include more than star wars related stuff since that's where most of my time is going these days), but wanted to do a lil celebration today 'cause i recently exceeded a thousand hours in skyrim, in less than a year, and that's quite an achievement for someone who said they'd never even touch an elder scrolls game so here's a lil sneak peek at the next and penultimate chapter of all we have is hunger! i'm really excited for the second to last scene of the whole fic but i haven't even started writing it yet so here's this instead~ (told y'all there would eventually be qui-gon—punching)

When Jaster Mereel comes at him fist-first with no prologue, Qui-Gon sighs and accepts it.

  It’s far from the first time he’s been punched in the face, and it’s not even the first time Jaster has done so, but the sharp impact is as nausea-inducing as ever, even having expected and braced himself for it.

  “If I thought you could accept, I’d challenge you to an honour duel right here, right now, Master Jinn,” the man snarls, panting more from the effort of restraining himself than the actual blow.

  It probably says something about Qui-Gon, and his many recent blunders that he isn’t sure which exactly Jaster is pissed at him for.

  “However,” Jaster grits, watching him hold his nose with a snarl of satisfaction. It doesn’t look like he’d drawn much blood, but Jaster hadn’t held back either, Qui-Gon’s eyes watering even as he stands there and accepts Jaster’s rage. “As it is, I won’t ask you to set aside your own culture to satisfy mine, but make no mistake: you would not win.”

  “I am aware,” Qui-Gon coughs, and is actually relieved he can’t see how the others scattered in the courtyard are taking such a violent interruption of their afternoon. “May I ask for what you’d be challenging my honour?”

  Scoffing, Jaster forces himself to relax, and props his helmet on his hip. “Obi-Wan.”

  “... Unfortunately, you’ll have to be more specific.”

  Jaster bears his teeth in a mirthless smile, but doesn’t actually answer Qui-Gon’s question. “Where is my son?”  he asks instead, looking around the courtyard as if Jango Fett would appear from the small crowd their altercation has gathered.

  With a sigh, Qui-Gon holds his sleeve to his nose and avoids the glare of one of the handmaidens. “Presumably with Messere Naberrie,” he says, “though I should warn you that there is another Jedi from my Temple that may be with him as well.”

  “Plo Koon,” Jaster agrees with a satisfied nod, “I look forward to seeing him again. Jinn.” He gives Qui-Gon a perfunctory nod of farewell and doesn’t wait for a response, marching into the palace proper like the military man he is.

  Qui-Gon lets out another sigh.

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