#mandalorian

[rosiexjo]

Quick little Pedro drawing I did during October

[passionoffett]

Happy birthday Ming-Na Wen!

Such a dreamed duo. And hopefully, it will be back.

[legend-of-rabbit]

Product of my current brainrot: Legend of Zelda LU Star Wars AU

[ghostymarni]

‘hey my name is Aeviririn (ey-vir-eer-in), I go by Aev (aeve).”

female mandalorian: black hair long mohawk, dark brown eyes (gold orange color in sunlight), pale ivory skin tone + reds easy with emotions.

weapons: long range sniper rifle (not yet pictured), hand pistol for short range + small yellow vibro blade in her right boot. right handed shooter, left hand strength dominant.

story:

last of her clan, a wanderer in odd jobs. More for hire, than a bounty hunter to get by like most of the galaxy. She took the creed as a youngling, but for her own survival she’s broken it to get by. This is the way, but only in half faith as her path is greater than any creed.

On a personal level, Aev is a “tomboy” rough-nut sarcastic warrior, she wears her heart on her sleeve, is stubborn to loss, but has twice as much fight when she’s down, determined to prove you wrong. She likes to feel pretty but finds less use of it for survival, unless it’s for the right high-class job. On a business level, she’s blunt + of few words (she’s keen on listening more than speaking knowing her clients usually slip up with useful information). Aev leans on the intimidating bucket persona for her jobs, never let your guard down + trust no one.

Aev is looking for a new droid + ship. Hers were lost in a bad crossfire with contending bounty hunters on the same hitman job. Hitchhiking + saving her credits, she’s done volunteer work in cities like coruscant for a free sheltered nights sleep. But doesn’t hesitate taking on dangerous gigs as she is keen + precise with her sniper rifle, often called on for high paying debt bounties that the top dogs don’t take.

While Aev isn’t the party type, she does enjoy a good cantina drink + ambiance knowing that’s where the best job offers are-

Find her getting herself in + out of trouble all in one go, she’s quick on her feet, but emotionally weak to an emotional close proximity of trust + space. She’s lost trust in everyone being a survivor, but deep down she’s got a bigger heart than she lets herself believe.

[movietimegirl]

The Mythosaur in the updated Star Wars encyclopedia out today! It's glorious!

I need Din to ride one, now!

[kirsteng42]

I love anything Din related so this is right up my street!!! Loved this tease so much….

Held Is The Seed for the fic asks game, please! <3

Hi lovely Caroline! ❤️ Thanks for the ask and sorry it’s taken me a while to get to it. I’m offering a snippet further down as compensation 😇

The title Held Is The Seed comes from a quote by John Harrigan: “Happiness held is the seed, happiness shared is the flower”. There’s no specific line in the fic that refers to it (at least, not yet), but it seemed appropriate because Din has always hunted his bounties alone, whereas in this fic, he’s teamed up with someone else. Still, he keeps himself relatively closed off from her, essentially holding the seed of his happiness close to his chest. It’s only when he fully opens up and shares himself with her (in traditional smutty fanfic fashion 😏) that his happiness has a chance to bloom.

It’s basically a four-part smut-fest. The concept is that they’re in a cantina (separately so as not to appear conspicuous or too threatening) to locate a potential source and get some intel. Reader is bored and drinking, and she gets chatted up by a random guy. He notices that she keeps glancing at the Mandalorian in the corner, assumes he’s got competition, and claims Mandos make poor lovers. Reader vaguely thinks Din is attractive but assumes he’s kind of sexless, but she defends his honour nonetheless and invents a few stories about him to shut her would-be suitor up…

“How would you know?” you challenge. “Maybe there are loopholes. Maybe he can take it off in the dark or if his partner wears a blindfold. Maybe he’s the best damn lay in this bar, and women tell stories about his legendary talent with his tongue. Did you consider that?” With your attention now entirely on Zabrak(ish), you can’t see Mando’s reaction to your somewhat lewd suggestions, but you can imagine he’s probably shocked. The two of you banter occasionally, but you know him to be a sweet guy when he hasn’t got his gruff hunter guise on, and you bet this kind of talk makes him blush. The one time you’d mentioned anything carnal in front of him, he had awkwardly slunk off to the cockpit and hidden for a few hours. You, however, are enjoying the expression on Zabrak(ish)’s face. It’s equal parts annoyed that you’re defending his rival and worried that you might be right and he’s lost the game. Hilarious. You need to press more. Swishing the whiskey in your glass, you take a swig and raise an eyebrow. “You wondered why I was looking at him. Maybe I’ve heard rumours. A Mandalorian in silver armour, the best in the parsec at licking and dicking. Fights well, fucks well.” You risk a glance at Mando and see he has his back to you now and is with a shifty-looking guy who is speaking furtively. The informant. You’re glad he’s distracted, to be honest. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t hear what you’re saying about him. It might reveal your desires, and since you work and live with this man, you shouldn’t complicate things. Zabrak(ish) now seems torn between erupting in anger or collapsing in tears. But emboldened by your success so far and the knowledge that Mando can’t hear, you decide to weave another false scenario to illustrate to this guy why he shouldn’t make assumptions about your partner. “And even if the helmet never comes off, maybe he’s got other talents. Knows exactly how and where to use his fingers to make a woman come in seconds. Talks so deliciously dirty through the modulator that he can get her off without even touching her. Has a huge cock and knows how to use it. And by the way, the whole mysterious armoured warrior thing is seriously attractive. So sorry, pal, you’re outmatched on this one.”

I’m sure you can see where this is going!

Din has, in fact, overheard, and he later offers to prove Reader’s speculations correct one by one. First with just his voice (dirty talk ahoy!), next with his fingers, then with his tongue, and lastly with his dick.

There’s a tiny snippet here from an old WIP challenge post taken from a paragraph near the end of the dirty talk scene. Depending on whether this gets much interest (which I doubt because I’m not tagging anyone), I may post something a little spicier later, but let’s just say Din finds an innovative use for that ridge along his shoulder pauldron… 😳

[stealingpotatoes]

Commission for @ryan7248!

(commissions are open!)

[supertaliart]

I went a little off the rails for a power-point-party, so I thought I'd share. Don't come at me about canonicity. Also yes, I spent hours using illustrator to make pose-able vector mando'ade.

Review from my friend: "I feel like I actually learned something?"

[aesnawan]

You can’t see from this angle, but Grogu is here too

[abigaillarson]

They have a home now 🥹

[mythosaursarecool]

I present to you the baby

[pianju]

my favorite genre is stupid idiot fathers protecting their stupid idiot little children

[fortunethief]

Yeah... 🫠

[almondcroissantsandink]

On this week’s episode of The Covert

[kryhara]

Headless Jango :D

[djarin-desires]

Something about Din sitting there, brooding...