#mini moffs

[artlordofthesith]

Made a comic based on a post by @flilisskywalker. This took me 14 hrs 8 mins total. I’m beat.

https://www.tumblr.com/flilisskywalker/715328098941419520/bo-ive-got-this-go-save-our-kid-din-ok

[moth-party]

Various doodles that will probably be refined later but rn im lazy featuring Sebastian, Lieutenant and the Antichrist—I mean L-U-23 “Lulu Deer”

[corazondebeskar-reads]

toni's fanfic masterlist

a collection of all of my fic, mostly ft. Din Djarin and Joel Miller

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = bdsm, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

18+ ONLY, minors DNI. All fics on this list are explicit and f!reader unless otherwise stated.

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

last updated: 10/25/2024

Din Djarin

Series

⛓💕 well it's love, make it hurt

(Complete, dom!Din Djarin x f!reader)

summary: After The Mandalorian begrudgingly teamed up with you for a big-ticket bounty, you find you work surprisingly well together, and you propose a short-term partnership. Weeks become months, and your hunting partnership becomes muddled as you explore a new dynamic onboard the Razor Crest.

🏴 live to rise

(complete; gladiator!Din Djarin x f!reader)

summary: The Last of the Mandalorians have fallen; their Mand'alor captured. Stripped of his armor, his weapons, his people. Din rises to fight another day, grasping onto the hope that his son still lives.

No fighter has won their freedom from the Empire's arena before. With the help of a servant girl, can he hope to break free?

One Shots

don't let me get carried away

summary: Mando finds the toy you use when he's gone and makes you demonstrate.

for Manda'yaim (Din Djarin x f!reader x Paz Vizsla)

summary: Now that they have reclaimed their homeworld, the Children of the Watch resurrect an ancient ritual to secure the future of their people. Reader is one of the volunteers chosen to bear the next generation of Mando'ade.

🏴💀 worry not

summary: Mand'alor Din Djarin is haunted by the Darksaber, and you suffer the consequences.

💕 mhi ba'juri verde

summary: After Din is crowned Mand'alor, you make good on your promise to fulfill the rest of your vows.

🏴 ori'skraan

summary: The Mand'alor needs to feed to regain his strength, so you are called upon to fulfill the most sacred of your duties.

🏴💀I'll take care of you

summary: Din takes care of you after a head injury leaves you helpless.

stuck in a lonely loop

summary: Din can't let go of the feeling that something's wrong, even if you deny it.

🏴nobody is coming to save you

summary: You get caught by a Mandalorian bounty hunter after fleeing your marriage.

something worse

summary: you're an imperial officer loyal to moff gideon — until a run in with the mandalorian and his weird magic baby.

Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett

copaani gaan? (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett)

summary: Din catches you blushing after Boba Fett flirts with you. He instigates and encourages you to fuck Fett while he watches.

mhi me'dinui an and prequel (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth)

summary: After the events of The Book of Boba Fett, you get railed by Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Cobb Vanth.

Joel Miller

Series

🏴💀 all I did was what I had to (complete; dark!Joel x f!reader)

summary: this is a series of snapshots following dark!raider/hunter!Joel Miller and f!reader, who he saves from her abusive spouse for a slightly better situation. It's very dark and so far all the parts involve watersports, if that's your kind of thing.

you know you never stood a chance (complete; qz!Joel x f!reader)

summary: When your neighbor Joel finds out you've resorted to prostitution to make ends meet, he makes sure he's your first client, and proposes a different deal.

ain't no rest for the wicked (complete; tess x f!reader x joel)

summary: Joel would never complain about what he and Tess have. The only thing is that, sometimes, he’d like to be the one in control. Tess has a proposition: she’ll find a sub for Joel that they can both enjoy. It’s not an easy feat... until they stumble upon you in a dark alley. 

🏴💀 the art of breaking (mini-series)

summary: Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.

🏴of rage and ruin (ongoing; werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader)

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

fall, with you (mini-series)

summary: to love fall. to fall in love. to fall, with you. a burgeoning romance with joel miller. a collection of autumns long past. the end of the world. falling, falling, falling, with you.

One Shots

🏴💀 the devil you don't know (or however it goes)

summary: When Joel's men bring back the (adult) daughter of a rival group of hunters, he sees an opportunity. This is VERY dark.

-- the aftermath (by demand; my thoughts on the possible endings. i stand by the original though.)

💕 a home amongst the stars

summary: Joel gets home after a late patrol and finds solace in your warm body.

💕 to know that you're mine

summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic. sub!Joel if you squint.

remember what you're staring at is me

summary: A videotape is left on your porch one morning, and it changes everything about your budding relationship with Joel Miller.

drabbles/ficlets

🏴💀 too much

summary: you never know when to shut up.

🏴 not enough

summary: a companion to "too much;" it's rough sex and choking with Joel. that's it, that's the fic.

🏴💀no one could save me but you

summary: You're under the care of Dr. Miller at an inpatient mental health facility. He has a vested interest in your "recovery."

🏴💀seasons don't

summary: Your husband dies a hero, but it's no comfort to you.

🏴💀no loyalty in the apocalypse

summary: Your group falls victim to Joel Miller's hunters.

🏴💀better run

summary: You should have never tried to run from Joel.

💕 let's all go to the lobby

summary: a date night with joel miller

💕 could be

summary: jackson is not your home. joel miller is not your boyfriend. but they could be.

💀 get some on my love

summary: you visit Joel Miller to get what you need.

Honorable Mentions: Events

(most of these are in the other sections but if you want to read through in order, there's this.)

Kinktober 2023

Febuwhump 2024

[maroonedcoconut]

Art for So Long as the World Contains Us Both : Ladyhawke Dinluke AU by jaxink

As part of the dinluke mini bang 2024

A spell of vengeance has been cast upon Din Djarin, Mand’alor, and Jedi Master Luke Skywalker by the evil Moff Gideon. Until they can find a way to break the curse, Din and Luke must wander the galaxy, always together yet always apart—Din a wolf by night, transformed into human form at the break of each day’s dawn; Luke a hawk by day and restored to himself only with the setting of each day’s sun.

Without text version

[serenofroses]

a random snippet to get this out of my head before I forgot.

this will be apart of the mini ficlets for Ania and Jadus' first meeting in Jaded Dreams.

edited: this is canon divergent heavy for imperial agent in this verse.

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Nighttime descended. Keeper made his way from his office throughout the building to the Sith HQ with hurried footsteps. The Guards had let him pass into the Sith's sanctum.

"Lord Jadus." he announced his arrival with a knock.

"Come." the Sith commanded with their finger beckoned for him to step inside.

The older man bowed his head respectfully, he approached towards the desk within the middle of the dimly lit office surrounded with flame lights within the corners. He held the datapad that he was carrying to hand it over to the Sith, awaiting for them to take it off.

"Agent Nevrakis' report. I wanted to delivered these to you personally."

The masked visor turned to stare down at the datapad as puff of smoke steamed through the thin holes from the side.

The Keeper scrunched his nose from the tobacco smell before clearing his throat, "There is a matter I was hoping to discuss with you...."

"Such as?"

"About the assignment I sent her on."

The Sith glanced back and forth between the human and the datapad without a second thought, they took the datapad off his hand to toss it aside onto the desk.

The older human was skeptical by this action. He thought this was peculiar as normally Jadus requested for the assignment reports to be delivered to their office to read into it. So what had changed ,then?

"My lord? Are you not going to look into it?"

"I've no reason to." Jadus replied plainly.

"But it's vital that you need to know about Agent Nevrakis' target." The Keeper tried to reason with the Sith.

"There's isn't any "matter" to discuss about, Keeper."

The human made an exasperated huff, feeling dissatified by their response.

"I don't suppose you are fully aware that Agent Nevrakis made an accusation, one that I find it hard to believe, regarding her target was an-"

"An inactive sleeper agent. Devoted to the Sith Emperor at will." they cut him off abruptly, "I know."

Jadus puffed out another smoke and took the e-cigar from underneath the mask as they turned around on the chair to face the Keeper fully.

"Grand Moff Kilran told you?" the Keeper raised a brow.

"No." Jadus said with an amused but short laugh, "I don't see eye for eye with my siblings these days. And I certainly don't hear this through idle gossip by any means."

The Keeper looked surprised. Questioning how did they even know without looking at the report nor Kilran told them about this discovery?

Jadus leaned back against the chair, humouring the Keeper's doubts, "It's not that the Heirs weren't kept in the loop about their father's projects. One had to keep tabs on them during his absence."

The Keeper narrowed his eyes suspciously at their wording before he quickly put two and two together.

"Wait."--he couldn't believe what he's going to find out in a second--"You set Agent Nevrakis up on this assignment?"

Jadus mused for a moment before answering, "I did."

The human scoffed, "Without even consulting with me first?"

"You would had tried to go against my orders," Jadus clasped their hands together with the e-cigar nested between their fingers, "So yes, I did assigned the mission that was reserved to her than anyone else."

He shook his head in disbelief, "Why?"

"Isn't it obvious, Keeper? I wanted to see what she was like, what's her flaws were, how she fares with her strength and abilities, test her limits." They explained, "All part of an observations."

"What's your interest in Agent Nevrakis?"

A pause.

"I'm... rather intrigued by her." they disclosed without revealing anything more.

That proved slightly true for the most part but Jadus wasn't going to reveal everything to Keeper. That was strictly private for a reason. What's their fixated interest in Ania was no business to him.

Jadus was pleased to have finally found her years after they received a vision within the Sith tomb with hopes to build a future to reshape the Empire with Ania by their side, sharing the same ideals and views as they do.

Like they had seen in their vision.

"My lord, might I remind you that she is still a new recruit? She still lacked the discipline and training," The Keeper tried to argue with the Sith in vain attempt to get them to change their mind, "Not to mention you're putting her safety at risk."

"You saw her, Keeper, you also observed her. She can handle herself quite well if you haven't noticed." Jadus countered back, "She didn't enrolled into Intelligence academy not to be taught."

"But her hearing loss wa--"

Jadus rose to their feet, startling the Keeper to stagger back from the desk, with their body engulfed in the aura of the dark side reminding the human of their power as they glared him down with the mask visor.

One more word and Jadus would surely reprimand him for it.

"Was not an issue with me, Keeper. Do not think in the slightest that I had a problem with her disability." they told him sternly, voicing their disapproval at the Keeper's comment, "I'd choose your words quite carefully when you're treading on thin ice." they reminded him of the consequences should he ever cross nor anger them.

Jadus reached over to pick up the file before handing it over the Keeper.

"This is not why I observed her for but something tell me you have not looked at her file properly."

The human took the file and skimmed through her detailed profile, "What am I looking for?"

"Her parents." they told him as they sat back in their chair.

Keeper froze once he found the information he searched upon the profile, he saw the names of the parents. One's a member of the Dark Council and the other's a renowed Wrath. He remained quiet mentally cursed himself, enough to confirm Jadus' answer.

"Force sensitive agents are... rare to come by when one inherited the connection to the Force from their family. But this one? It's remarkable she went undiscovered by other Sith."

Keeper pinched the bridge of his nose with a perplexed sigh. Just what he needed to nurse his headache.

"Even so, you should had informed me about this assignment when I could've assigned someone else more trained to handle this inste--."

"Like who, dare I ask?" Jadus cuts him off again.

"Cipher Nine."

"Ah of course... the Cipher Nine. The most prized trophy of the Imperial Intelligence, even more to my predecessor like the lapdog he was." Jadus remarked sarcastically, "It is rather unfortunate about his end to his services."

Keeper didn't like the sound of this, "What you're talking about?"

"I'm afraid you'll find that Cipher Nine is…"--they continued as they pointed their index finger over to one of the cyborg standing by the door on guard--"Rather indisposed for indefinite future."

Keeper followed Jadus' pointed gaze to the guard in question, then his eyes widen upon the sight of the familiar person donned in cybernetics, alarmed by the fact this was none other than the Cipher Nine.

Keeper lost his voice. He gulped nervously to hide his fear.

"I sense you are riddled with conflict but afraid." Jadus revelled in the Keeper's alarmed fear, "Cipher Nine had paid the price for his consequences for anatognising me. A pitful creature if I might say. I hope for your own sake, Keeper, I trust you will know your place should you ever persist and question my decisions against your better judgement." they warned in a threatening tone.

He swallowed again, turning to face Jadus once more, "I heed your warning loud and clear, my lord."

"Good." Jadus sounded pleased by his cooperation, "I have made my decision to choose Agent Nevrakis as my personal agent, she will be extremely useful to me. I can count on you to follow through than to doubt my superiority, is that understood?"

"Yes, my lord."

Satisifed with Keeper's cooperation despite his resistance, Jadus picked up the e-cigar to take an inhale before puffing out smoke through the mask. The Keeper almost coughed from the strong tobacco scent.

"I expect to summon her within a couple of hours until then, I suggest you get her prepared for me while I have matters to attend to first."

"She will not have much time to prepare, my lord. It's almost getting late."

Jadus stared at Keeper, "Then you best make the time to do so. You're dismissed, Keeper."

[serrated-snake]

Scry of the fluffmoth dragon for luck. It's the top five prize of a mini event, and I desire the moff

Peridot/Honeydew/z, Nature Dark

(actual fluffmoth under the cut, 'cause the image is horizontal enough to muck up the aether)

Edit: fluffmoth is real now

[artacetinker]

More moff posts

Yippee

First off we’ve got my baby Nila Cordyceps

She’s definitely changed alongside my art style, both visually and somewhat lore wise

Before

And after

The main difference is how she’s been more simplified

Love it or hate it but my art is more ‘shape’ as a moot described it and quite simple and probably easy to copy. It makes it easier for me to maintain some form of consistency for me. The more ‘shape’ the less trouble I have replicating it

Have some more +some kind of mini comic?

Thinks tryna be a good older female figure

Sister? Mother? She doesn’t know herself.

[spaceprincessleia]

For the mini-fic 12, please.

Send me a ship and one of these and I'll write a mini fic

Thank you for the ask!

The pairing was writer's choice, so I went for a Bo/Fennec pre-relationship, um, bonding moment. Bo is in her cringefail era in this one, and clearly the concept of 'mini' is lost on me.

Prompt: Things you said when you thought I was asleep

Bo loosens her arm around the smaller woman’s waist, and lowers her onto the bed; she looks slim, but her body is all cybernetics and muscle, and she’s not a lightweight. Well, unless it comes to alcohol, apparently.

Bo wipes the strands of hair that have come undone from her braids out of the woman’s face, and gently traces her fingertips from dark brows to fluttering eyelids. A gentle gesture, almost intimate, but Bo doesn’t mean it.

“I’m not here to kill you. Don’t worry,” she mutters under her breath, and carefully lifts one, then the other of the woman’s eyelids. No reaction. Good.

“I’m not here to hurt you, either,” she whispers. “You’re far too pretty. Just a look around, that’s all.” Bo allows herself a moment to appreciate the woman’s features, angular and sharp, the dark color of her lips and skin before, rather unceremoniously, slapping her lightly across the cheeks. Bo holds her breath. Nothing, just even, steady breaths. Good.

She takes one last look at the woman on the bed, but she’s fast asleep. Passed out. Unconscious. Whatever.

“Now, where’s that data? C’mon, where are you?” Bo mumbles, rummaging through the room, opening and turning anything and everything that moves.

She’s telling the truth: She’s not here because she’s tracking down a bounty. Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters, and certainly not her. Bounty hunters kill, and that’s not what she’s here for. She brought a gun, of course, but she isn’t a gun for hire.

She’s here for a job, one that serves a higher purpose, like she does. That’s it. Step one: Get in. Step two: Find and retrieve the data, something about some hyperlanes in the Outer Rim that Jabba used to control back when he was in charge. Step three: Get out. Easy credits. Credits for resources.

When Bo accepted the job, she knew it meant crossing people she had previously worked with. She doesn’t think twice about Boba Fett, Daimyo to the people of Tatooine, a false Mandalorian and common beskar thief to her; she does think about Fennec Shand, though, whom she fought side by side with on Moff Gideon’s ship. They made a formidable fireteam, Bo, Koska Reeves, Fennec, Cara Dune, each woman just as deadly as the one next to her.

Well. It doesn’t make them friends, she tells herself, over and over again, until she can’t hear the gnawing voice in her head anymore.

Bo huffs. All she needs to find is a console, a datapad, dig through the files—given they were still intact and not wiped—and she could get some sleep, too.

She rubs the back of her head, unsure. She really doesn’t want to go sneaking around in Jabba’s—Boba’s—palace at night. Thinking, she looks at the empty bed in the room.

She looks.

At the bed.

The only bed in the room.

Empty.

The bed, which is the only one here, is empty.

Fuck. No. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bo spins, eyes searching and head turning frantically, but once she spots the shadow darting towards her, it’s too late.

Her back slams against the nearest wall behind her. A knee in the stomach instantly knocks the wind out of her, and a strong arm against her throat just barely lets her gasp for air.

“No, Fennec, hold on, stop, I can explain—“ Bo shouts and writhes and wriggles, but all it does is earn her another painful kick.

“Oh, you explained plenty when you thought I was asleep, Kryze.” Fennec hisses, eyes narrow, lips tight, her face distorted in cold anger.

“How the fuck are you conscious and standing?!”

“C’mon. Do you really think any cantina patron from here to Mos Eisley will stand by idly while the Daimyo’s right hands gets poisoned with alcohol in front of their eyes?” Fennec laughs, but it’s cold and contemptuous.

Right. Watered down alcohol, because of course. Fuck.

Bo doesn’t reply, there’s really no need. Instead, she raises her hands and holds on to Fennec’s arm in an attempt to loosen her grip just a little.

“You’d make a lousy bounty hunter.” Fennec continues and instead of loosening her grip, she tightens it with every word she spits and hisses at Bo. Bo feels her feet lift off the ground, although she’s in full armor except for her helmet. “You’re barely a common, homeless thief, Kryze.”

Ouch. She holds Bo, suspended mid-air, and trapped between the wall and a body that is as much a weapon as Fennec’s sniper rifle. She can’t breathe, but she welcomes the pain of Fennec’s iron grip over the pain that her words bring.

A common, homeless thief.

She could get angry, put up a fight, struggle, but to what avail? Never wake a sleeping rancor, but here she is, here she has woken one, and now she’s facing the consequences of her actions. This is just one more bad decision she has made out of many, and she would make the next, and the next, and the next.

She can’t wallow in her self-pity for long, though. Fennec gives her a hard shove against the wall before taking a step back and finally releasing Bo from her grip. Bo lands on her knees and catches herself on her hands as she slumps forward, coughing and gasping and coughing and coughing as air floods her lungs again.

She can’t fully recover, either, and screams in shock and surprise when Fennec grabs her by her flaming red hair, and starts dragging her towards the door.

“Fuck! You—fuck!”

“Pretty will talk this out with you in the morning. Tonight, you sleep outside,” Fennec hisses through gritted teeth.

There’s no risk: she can’t run, and Bo knows Fennec knows this. Her ship is locked and out of reach in the palace’s hangar, she doesn’t have nearly enough credits on her to hitch a ride out of here-and she’d never trade even a piece of her beskar armor for one—, and besides, it wouldn’t take the Daimyo and Fennec long to find her.

Her face burns with rage and shame as Fennec drags her through the palace and all the way outside by her hair, while Bo, unable to walk upright, desperately tries not to stumble and fall over her own feet. Most of the palace’s inhabitants are asleep, safe for a few guards. They salute Fennec, politely, curious, but they’re smart enough not to ask.

“Don’t even think about crossing me again, Kryze,” Fennec spits as she drags her through the open palace doors, yanking Bo forward and through them. The sand is coarse on her skin when she hits it face first; her helmet comes flying seconds later and lands beside her.

By the time Bo stirs, Fennec is long gone, and the throbbing on her scalp and throat subsiding. It’s dark and cold outside, but her armor protects her from the worst.

What they don’t protect her from, though, is the heaviness in her chest, the knot in her stomach, and the utter emptiness in her heart.

[kanvaskat]

Welcome to the RP Rift gang!

What better way to introduce this bag of misfits than a "tag urself"/badly explained shitpost

[Cut below w/ text, in case my handwriting is hard to read]

Shrimp posture

...

"Soft Fuzzy Man" (Charles B. Rowan)

"He's got that dawg in him"

LEG

Raw mince eater

"Mullet Boy" (Quinn, belongs to @just-a-small-snake)

Would go into a cardiac arrest if he heard 100 gecs

Saw their own corpse

Couldn't open a jar of pickles

Sole diet of ramen & stale tacos

"Hampter,,," (Emil, belongs to @moffie-moff)

Seduction= answer to most problems

Mommy issues

"Don't be mean to me or I'll fall in love with you"

Mini fridge (portable)

"Cum 💕" (Krumb)

"What doesn't kill me makes me...cry please stop trying to kill me"

Has committed several cases of hit and run

Mmm,,,rabbet,,,

Austin Powers kinnie

"Benadryl overdose" (Observer, belongs to Alex)

Funkytown spinning rat

Eyes™

Chronically online

What are they. Nobody knows

Token sane friend

"Pulls out shotgun"

[burnwater13]

Dank Farrik! By the time the Mandalorian got him home to the cabin, he was convinced that Grogu had a cold and needed soup, rest, and a bath and not necessarily in that order. Grogu’s plans for a dark and stormy night would have to wait. The bubbles in the tub were just too much fun to play with as long as his dad wasn’t forcing (no pun intended) him to get out before he looked like a dried jogan fruit.

He liked playing with the bubbles. It was definitely a thing a Jedi could do, but no Jedi was encouraged to do it. If you had a delicate hand and were capable of concentration in the midst of so much silliness, you could fashion almost anything out of bubbles. 

At the beginning of bath time, when the bubbles were big and sturdy, Grogu made clouds, storms, and oceans out of them. Being in the tub helped a lot for that. It also helped that anytime his dad asked if he was ‘okay in there’, Grogu would cough and sneeze and put on a good act for the Mandalorian to assure him that he wasn’t just sloshing the water around. It should go without saying that he was of course sloshing the water around to make the bubble tidal wave all the more realistic. 

As the bath went on, Grogu would build huge starships out of them and pretend that they were galaxy hoppers. Going from one galaxy to the next in a search for the most delicious frog soup he could find. That adventure made him hungry, but he hadn’t tired of the bubbled yet. They were smaller now, and less elastic than the original bubbles, but they were useful, none the less. 

Grogu already knew that he was going to go to the Mudhorn festival dressed as Kuiil, but he hadn’t decided which costume his dad would wear. As funny as it would be to have Din wear the custom Fennec had the Anzellans make, pit droids were only frightening to the Mandalorian and having seen the costume, Grogu was certain the word ‘adorable’ would be used more than once to describe the tall human if he wore it. He was not going to be wearing it.

So, Grogu practiced with the bubbles and tested a variety of costume ideas on a bubble version of his dad. Not a full sized version because he didn’t have that much water left in the tub to make fresh bubbles. No, this Bubble-lorian was just a little taller than Grogu. Which allowed him to tweak things after giving them a good once over. He’d found being able to stand in the water he was using for his bubble art made it  last longer.

The first costume he tried was Bo-Katan’s armor. He giggled and shook his head. He didn’t think he could get his had to wear a red wig, but the rest of the armor looked good on him. Then he tried Moff Gideon’s battle suit, but that gave Grogu the creeps. Uff. Then he tried it as half Tusken and half High Magistrate and Yippee! He’d designed the costume for his dad. 

He wished that he had his markers with him so he could a quick sketch. He was liable to forget the little details that made it so perfect, like the small pit droids carrying the ends of robes, or the gaffi stick made out of beskar. The best he could do was just stare at it for a minute and try to memorize it. 

“Grogu? Are you done yet? I have some nice frog soup for you and then you need your rest.”

Grogu barely paid attention to his dad’s voice, but then he heard the door knob turn and rather than go through a game of ‘lock/unlock/lock’ again, he simply waved his hand and changed the costume on his ‘mini-me’ version of his dad.

“Buddy, I do think you’d look good with a beard some day. But not today. Not even made of bubbles. That’s going to make your soup taste funny.” 

Grogu started laughing so hard that he slipped into the water and the bubble version of him dressed as the Mandalorian blew up into gobs of bubbles in the air, floating all around the small room. His dad hadn’t even noticed him and addressed his whole complaint to the Bubble-Gro-lorian. It was the funniest thing Grogu had seen in a long time.

“So much for training and discipline. Come on buddy, use the Force and get up, then we’ll get you dried off. You still need to rest before you come back in here and clean up the mess you made.”

Dank Farrik! That was not The Way! He was sick. His eyes were still red. He had a cough, it just sounded like a cackle. Maybe that Moff Gideon costume was the right one after all…

[dawn-star01]

im dawn (she/they/it)! im 35 and a dog. we are also a system of two, please say hi to Alex (he/him). this is an adult blog.

tags:

* awroo - therian things

* mm - peaceful nature shots mostly, soft times

* wh40k - warhammer posting

* mini painting - generally any minis, mostly 40k but also dnd and some others

* and again: you have seen this before but you're going to see it again

*with sequel: the above, but also a vital addition had been made

* me: photos of us

* birbs/moff/durr: critter tags

[impistry]

So already making plans for when my shoulder is all healed up. Namely I have a few projects I've been itching to get at that I haven't been able to do due to ongoing issues (that should be resolved with surgery once everything heals up A-okay). Projects in no particular order below: - Numskull's backstory comic (to include how he meets Pele). This comic already has a set title and the script is almost done - Turn all three of my Mothman inspired Moffs into art dolls for myself - a Wixling based on an Inkcap mushroom - A Life-sized pose-able version of both Numskull and Pele (been wanting to do this for a while) - Rework Pele v1.0 internals so I can puppet her again (she’s pretty fragile cause she was the first hand puppet I ever made & did some things incorrectly during her build that I know how to fix now) - Ammit Pele either as a puppet or a plush (idea from 2015) - Turn Sir Peddington III into a Puppet or Marionette - Remake of Clover Impling (was not please with how the mochi minky turned out & want to redo them in fleece, as well as make some changes to the pattern + no arm rods) - Build Pele v4.0 (this version will have external puppeting controls & I want to try a few new ideas) - Munn Mini-partial - Sort of secret costume project Again, none of these are in order, these are just future projects I want to work on that I haven't had the energy nor the good health to tackle.

[queer-starwars-bracket]

FAQ

What should I be judging characters on?

Whatever you want. How much you like the character. How good it is as representation. Some combination of the two. We just hope you take the time to read the description written for each character so that the non-movie characters have a fighting chance.

2. Why is the bracket organized the way it is?

The bracket is broken up first by continuity. First Legends characters and characters from the novel Ronin will compete amongst themselves. Once only one of them remains, they’ll be integrated into the main tournament next round. The New EU tournament is also broken up with the idea of reverse seeding, making the most popular characters compete against each other in the first round to keep them from dominating the tournament. There are two other “mini-brackets”, one consisting of all of Doctor Aphra’s exes and the other consisting of all of the non-binary bounty hunter bosses from Jedi Survivor. There are also two scripted matches: Moff Moors vs Aleskin/Pavol for being kind of problematic and Adrellia/Odellia vs Thandeka/Dima as the two generations of Eiram queens are pretty similar. Beyond that, all matches are decided randomly. If there are ever an even number of passes occurring in the entire tournament, things will be reshuffled even if it involved someone competing outside of their heat. After the first round, there may be some shuffling of the bracket to prevent passes where possible.

3. Why are some characters running as a couple?

When a couple doesn’t have many individual character traits and have really only appeared in stories together, they will be competing as a pair. This only really applies to supporting characters, as main character ships will have individually defined characters.

4. Why did you use x identity?

Specific orientation labels are difficult in Star Wars, as they do not exist in-universe. We’ve used wlw/mlm when a character has expressed same-gender attraction but there has been no textual or authorial clarification that they don’t have different gender-attraction.. Playersexual is a term when it comes to representation in video games describing characters whose only expressed attraction is to the player character in a non-gender locked romance. I elaborate on this decision here, as well as link a video on the topic by a bisexual person. If mistakes were made regarding author clarification regarding labels or instances of different gender attraction were missed, please let us know. However, only asks/DMs with sources included will be considered.

5. Why did/didn’t you include x?

Characters are only included if they have textual or word of god evidence of them being queer. Characters who have only been mentioned were decided on a case by case basis based on how much is known about them. Characters who are named and appear in a story were automatically included, regardless of how minor their role was. Characters with alternate alien gender systems were included, with such things being specified in their label.

Kallus and Zeb: While Kallus and Zeb seem like a prototypical heavily implied by not actually confirmed same gender ship, it was decided to include them without official clarification because the canon ships Flix/Orca and Chass/Yrica have the same level of textual evidence, but were meant as romantic relationships. If Kallus and Zeb were a f/m couple it would be considered obvious that they were together. This is different from something like Finnpoe, which doesn’t have quite as much textual support. Or even Chirrut/Baze, where the novelization has them think of each other as brothers.

Ahsoka Tano: The Ahsoka novel gets right up to the line of establishing that Ahsoka reciprocates Kaeden’s feelings. The author, EK Johnson, was simply limited it being awkward to fit a full romance in the story and the requirement of the story group. We weren’t quite in the era yet where a well known character could be quietly established as queer in a book.

X’ian/the male Twi'lek server in BoBF: They weren’t included in the bracket because it's unknown if the costuming details that make them seem trans are supposed to be diegetic. They will have to wait for an author to take the detail and make it canon.

List of characters in the bracket

[cintakaz]

things that were great

bo's entire arc was so good

the action sequences

grogu getting more involved

return to sundari

elia is a great villain

they finally cut back on cameos

things that were not great

it was super weird how they didn't address the retcon of grogu being back and it completely undermined all the pathos and tension in their relationship

the dialogue the whole season was bad and unnatural to the point of distraction. people don't talk like that. highschool student written theatre level bad

it was a bad decision to "redeem" din immediately just to hurry the plot along, it destroyed any potential for him to actually grow or change or have any emotion and it was anticlimactic

jon doesn't seem to know anything about mandalorians at all. all the lore bits in the script were weird and off and they didn't act towards each other like they've acted in every other star wars

episode to episode the mini-plots were sloppy, poorly paced and badly written. felt like the first draft was the one they shot

the conclusion of the moff gideon stuff was rushed and unsatisfying

politically the show is very confused. every moment of meta-commentary they tried to have was scary bad and didn't make any sense

jon gave din nothing to do or feel. he's a dead character, he's completely static. he has no inner conflict and it makes him incredibly boring. it would have been so obvious and easy to give him a parallel redemption arc

very obviously a series where the plot drives the characters instead of the characters driving the plot. the only reason bo's arc worked out is because she is a pre-existing character who came with all that nuance and complexity loaded beforehand. jon could not write her from scratch

[tsukimagi]

J'ai toujours rêvé de faire mes propres planches de stickers, alors dés que j'en ai eu la possibilité j'ai sauté sur l'occasion ! ❤️ Celle-ci est la toute première que j'ai réalisé, en reprenant les illustrations des porte-clés🦇 Je voulais aussi pleins de mini stickers du coup j'y ai ajouté des petites chauves-souris, un nichoir et des insectes (mon préféré c'est Moff, le papillon de nuit)~

Il y a aussi un sticker de ma petite mascotte Irvin, livrant le courrier ! 💌 Je l'ai créé pour décorer les enveloppes et j'en glisse toujours un en cadeau dans les commandes ❤️

[atozfic]

i think the lawyer dilf san series should get a third installment called "law and love" or something similarly cheesy where san realizes hes in love w mc and woo gets to sock him squarely in the jaw like, idk twice? maybe three times. the girls are fighting!!!

nono im just joking lol dropping by to say i love the series and the sprinkles of angst you put throughout it. "the lies tearing you apart" oh em gee something tells me someone should come clean so they can have a happily ever after and sloppy moff sfx 🤭👀

ok, how the fuck did you access my 2021 notes app and see the plans i had for lawyer!san? 🤨🫣 no but fr bestie, that was something i genuinely was planning to do. there was a time where i wanted to write a 5 part mini series all about those two idiots finding out they love each other + the inevitable beating wooyoung would deliver once he realises what's been going on. and, then, of course, all the nasty, gross, taboo smut.