#so anyways i started screaming bc i love him!

[dindjarindiaries]

‘why is it, that whenever we see each other, you’re always covered in blood?’

for our boy din 🥹

Risk

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "Why is it that whenever we see each other, you're always covered in blood?"

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You woke to the sound of a fist pounding against your front door in endless succession. You sat up straight in bed, your eyes widened as you instinctively reached for the blaster on your bedside table. After taking a few breaths to steady yourself and gather your bearings, you dared to tiptoe out of your bed and make a slow approach towards the door.

The knocking continued. You lifted your blaster and pushed ahead, only pausing once you were close enough to reach the tiny, sliding peephole that would give you a glimpse of who was outside.

Expecting the worst, a quiet gasp passed through your lips as soon as you caught the shine of silver armor.

You lowered your blaster and opened the door. It slid aside to reveal Din's full form, his weight shifting between his feet as his visor gave you an obvious once-over.

"Are you okay?" Din's modulated voice was breathless.

You huffed and raised your brow. "I'm fine." Giving him a similar once-over, your heart rate picked up at the sight of crimson smeared upon various parts of his armor, most notably his cuirass. You kept your tone light as you spoke again. "Why is it that whenever we see each other, you're always covered in blood?"

Din exhaled, taking a step closer to lift his gloved hand to the side of your neck. "I'd rather it be on me than on you."

He glanced over his shoulder, the leather by your neck groaning as he gently tightened his grasp. Din lowered his hand to your shoulder and lifted the other to your arm, guiding you back inside your home. He paused, however, to let his visor meet your gaze.

"Can I come in?"

You chuckled and pulled him inside with you. "You don't need permission to come inside, Din."

Din didn't respond to that. Instead, he focused on making sure your door was secured closed behind him. Your chest tightened.

"What's going on, Din?"

The strain in your voice caused Din to face you again. He tilted his helmet in a slow, soft motion. "I'm sorry for scaring you." Din gestured with his helmet to your bedroom door. "You didn't answer your comm."

You raised a single eyebrow. "I was asleep." You gave the pauldron with his mudhorn signet a playful punch. "Some of us don't pick fights in the middle of the night."

Din huffed. "Right."

You gave him a more obvious once-over. "Is this your blood, or someone else's?"

Din's hands tightened into fists. "Which would you prefer?"

"Take a guess."

Din closed whatever distance was left between the two of you, cradling your face in his gloved hands as he nodded. "I'm fine." His helmet gently fell against your forehead. "And thankfully, you are, too."

Your brow wrinkled together, your voice no more than a whisper as you searched the empty void of his visor. "What happened, Din?"

Din sighed, his armored shoulders falling forward as he did so. "I don't think I've been careful enough."

You blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

Din lifted his helmet from your head and gave it an aimless shake. "In the search for my covert. Doing these jobs and giving them too much insight about what I'm looking for."

He paused. You lifted your hand to his beskar cheek, running your thumb along the curved ridge in the handcrafted metal.

"I just finished a job, and they wanted more from me that we hadn't agreed upon. I was about to leave when they..." Din took another soft breath, "mentioned your name."

Your eyes widened. After a few heartbeats, you recovered enough to speak. "How?"

Din shook his head again. "I don't know. I've never, ever told anyone about you. About us." His visor fell. "Like I said before, I must've slipped up somehow, become too careless in looking for information. But I'll stop." He looked at you again. "Because it's not worth risking you."

You clicked your tongue. "Din..."

He continued before you could finish. "I killed them all, everyone who heard your name." Din's voice wavered. "Hopefully, that means you're safe. But I didn't know for sure until I got here."

"Din." You held his helmet between both your hands, lifting your brow again to convey your severity. After a brief pause, you went on. "You shouldn't stop searching for your people just because of this."

Din shifted his weight between his feet. "But..."

"No." You remained firm. "I knew what I was risking the day we started this." You gestured with your gaze to your blaster, which you had set on a nearby table when you reentered. "And I can protect myself, too. Even if they had shown up, you know I could've put up a fight."

Din exhaled, but he ultimately nodded. "I know."

You smiled. "Good."

You lowered a hand to the lip of his helmet, your fingertips running along the exposed skin and scruff beneath until they caught on the seam of the cowl at his neck.

"Thank you for doing what you did to keep me safe." You tugged the material down enough to set a soft kiss upon the warmth of his skin. Din inhaled, a sweet breath you could hear from within his helmet. "Now, let's get your armor cleaned and get you in bed. We can figure out the rest in the morning."

Din nodded, his hand catching your elbow when you set a hand upon his cuirass.

"And next time?" You chuckled. "Please try to show up without all that blood on you."

Din also chuckled, nodding once again before he escorted you to the safety and security of a bedroom you considered to be just as much his as it was your own.

[the-holy-ghosted]

he probably broke up a few fights between fitz and crozier right? probably? that's the only excuse i have for this

[aq2003]

twelfth night is not a Shakespeare I have read or seen but now I’m a bit terrified of ever consuming it. I definitely would never touch that audio drama with a 10 foot pole though (so so tempting. I might give in)

i was normal about twelfth night and held many normal emotions about it i really liked it for being this fun very messy queer drama until i listened to david tennant malvolio which ruined my life i cannot stress enough all of my evil derangements are because of david tennant malvolio if he had not done any of that i would have been FINE

[nobledragonflying]

Damian: Based on what I have researched, it is clear to me that I’m the one who has upheld the ideals of Robin the best-

Jason: Bullshit you have! You threaten everyone with a sword!

Damian: Like you’re any better Todd. What with your use of guns-

Jason: Not as Robin you little shi-

Tim: As the better detective out of the both of you, I think-

Jason: Did you or did you not blow up a base full of people. 

Tim: As Red Robin.

Damian: I seem to recall that there is still Robin in the name-

Steph, there to cause problems on purpose: Actually I was the best Robin-

More screaming, cat yowls and an almost shattered vase later   

Bruce: This is your fault you know.

Dick “parents killed by mobster at age 9, made a costume to murder a man about it” Grayson: I have no idea what you’re talking about

[bunnihearted]

🕸🎀˚.⁺⊹

[carcarrot]

i lied i did watch the oscars

[cuteniaarts]

Me, six-ish hours ago: Yeah, I had the idea for an Avatar Suiren AU pretty much as long as Suiren herself existed, but idk if I'm ever gonna develop it, it's really hard to upkeep interest for it on my own...

Me, as soon as the concept of Suiren and Vaatu bullying Raava together popped into my head while I was typing out that long ass post: Fuck it, new strain of brain fungus acquired–

(Also yeah traditional art being posted for the first time since... 2020, probably. Don't have the spoons to transfer this to digital rn, maybe I will at some point and I'll do a fuckass Spirit World background or smth. We'll see)

First time drawing Vaatu so don't make fun of me, but honestly he's such a funky little guy and rather fun to draw. You just get that main shape down and then go nuts with the frills :) But also, credit where credit is due, scrolling through the Vaatu tag on @shadelorde’s blog really helped, so thank you for that 😊 And I really had no idea what to do with Suiren’s design here, I think I’ve used up all my character design juices on the nine previous iterations of her that exist, so for now she’s in a random dress with her hair down. I’ll probably alter it if I ever do a proper design for her in this verse

[discoreptile]

Beasties of Greenhollow soundtrack! Some tracks on this are from older projects like elphame but all of them have been reworked in some way. Most of them are entirely new. Enjoy!

[bluberimufim]

It's crying about Carmen Bizêtoperacharacter hours, everyone 💃💃

[kyuala]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i just woke up from a dream where mark was my bf how do i go on living like normal after this 😭😭😭😭

[horrorwebs]

I MADE MORE FRIENDS . !!

[six-of-ravens]

the best thing about the past 4 days was that I heard basically nothing about AI. was thinking about work tomorrow and how I have to go back to listening to my coworker rant not only about how much he loves (in a hopefully non-sexual way but we're doubtful) AI but also how he pretty much thinks our business is failing and is going to go under unless we drop everything and start using AI to do all of our jobs from project management through design and development immediately, and I started tearing up in a bad way. The future is unfriendly enough without the constant reminders that my entire industry is going to get taken over by robots and I have no viable backup plan.

[serendipity8832]

Lance is a Kesha stan no I will not a) elaborate or b) accept criticism

[boxwinebaddie]

okay i had an anon who asked me which meme art post i was talking about that is licherally ravesey but couldn't see it on twitter and it also licherally just floated on my dash so here u go its dead ass this except ( i don't know what bereal is, i'm old i thought it was facetime ) and its ravenstan in the scandy outfit being obscene and kyle fucking in his ratty ass sweatshirt bc he called in the middle of a show by accident and rs thought it would be funny to answer it in the most out of pocket way possible and kenny put it on the jumbotron lmao.

[c-nan]

really gotta assess the anger i have when it comes to my brother

[quietlyblooms]

[ inner thigh ] as sender caresses receiver's thigh, they gently slip their hand between receiver's legs ( James 🤭 )

touch-starved muses | @cursedblessed is sneaky!

chiyo's stared at the same few manga panels for the last several minutes, finally turning the page with a deep breath through her nose. it's driving her crazy -- the warmth of james' hand upon her thigh, seemingly absentminded in its motions -- but she'll be damned if she lets it show. she's embarrassed as it is, annoyed at how easily her body wants him, how easily she wants him. it should take more than a gentle touch in the midst of a shared moment of laziness, shouldn't it? does james ever feel this way, too?

chiyo mechanically turns the page again with a sharp exhale this time and furrowed brows. her skin tingles where james touches her; the blonde bites her lip, having half a mind to put her book down and pull him closer, guide his hand where she wants it. she wishes he'd just---

a quiet gasp escapes her when james finally slips his hands between her legs, setting fire to tender skin. brown eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening to meet the demon's grey gaze and knowing smirk. " you ass, " she mutters, one hand clutching his sleeve and the other grabbing a fistful of his shirt to pull him towards her. annoyance thinly veils chiyo's desire when she kisses james, nipping at his bottom lip harder than she means to, but it's what he gets for teasing her... still, she kisses it better, gentler this time.

his fingers brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves poorly protected by her shorts, and chiyo sighs against his lips. her book is long forgotten as is her embarrassment. " you knew. "