#this is based on dindjarindiaries' post

[beheworthy]

Din had previously chosen to die over breaking his creed. But losing Grogu forever is worse than death for him.

He CHOOSES to break his creed in an act of selfless, unconditional love for Grogu, and that is what makes him a true “believer” of the Mandalorian faith.

@dindjarindiaries

[xxlumos]

Soo ... Din has to shave to maintain his mustache. But, after a certain event *cough* he probably lost his shaving supplies so he uses ... his vibroblade

Based on this post by @dindjarindiaries

Taglist: @deafmandalorian @aesnawan @intricatecakes @kiwi-the-first @the-unkindled-queen (if you want to get tagged, feel free to send me an ask!)

Bonus: Gif version under the cut

[nimata-beroya]

First Lines Tag Game

I was tagged by @hixystix 😊 thank you!

Rules: list the first lines of the last ten stories you posted. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices. then tag some friends

Deconstructed Reality: With wary expectations and his hands clasped behind his back, Colonel Wulff Yularen observes through the one-way transparisteel as an 8-trooper squad brings the prisoner into the lab.

Welcome to Yavin IV: By when the Ghost touches down on the new rebel base, Kallus holds himself upright by the sheer power of his will alone.

You're Still There, I Know: Riyo walks through the halls of the Senate Building in a stupor. 

3 Long Days: This is the billionth time that Anakin has sent his Padawan to the battlefield in charge of a regiment and it’s the same amount of times that he anxiously awaits her return.

Help, I'm Alive: It starts as a normal day; well, as normal as it can be for a Jedi Padawan living in a rebel base with a motley crew of beings that became his family.

We Don't Leave Our Own Behind: The mood is heavy in the air as the Havoc Marauder zooms toward Kamino’s high atmosphere and into space.

Seeing Red: Red.

Claiming the Soldier: “I’ve got a present for you,” you say, snuggling with Wrecker in bed, using his shoulder as a pillow, one of your legs draped over his, and your hand on his chest directly over his heart.

Tomorrow Is A Good Day For Somebody Else to Die: Tearing his gaze away from the datapad on his hand displaying the stats of his most recent session in the shooting range, Crosshair scowls at Hunter and Wrecker when the latter asks where the last member of their squad is.

On An Adventure: Omega giggles as she scurries away from Mistress Nala Se’s lab.

The pattern I see is that often they're sentences of a medium-to-long length perhaps. And also often, the characters are in a contemplating mood before whatever it's happening takes them out of it.

Tagging: @photogirl894 @chaoticvampirejedi @horatio-fig @kitepiper @dindjarindiaries @airlockfailure @cry-your-own-goddamn-river @neon-junkie p

[ahopelessromanticwritersworld]

WIP Game

Tagged a while ago by @songsformonkeys (and others! I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to get back to everyone.) Thank you for thinking of me! 💖

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! 

The WIPs:

There Will Never Be Another You- Frankie/f!reader. You and Frankie are together until a big event happens, Frankie leaves, and chooses to forget you. Life happens, and events conspire to try and bring you back together. But it’s a curved and winding way toward a happy ending for these two! Angst with a happy ending, I promise! 

Across the Ages- Max Phillips/f!reader. These two fall in love in the 1810′s before you die unexpectedly. To get you back, Max makes a deal with Death. Serve him for 200 years, you are given life, and everyone goes on their merry way. Oh, but you don’t remember Max, and it kind of sucks. Happy ending!!

Under the Same Moon, A Thousand Nights Spent Apart- Oberyn/f!reader. BFF’s that become friends with benefits that morphs into one person getting feelings and thinking the other will never reciprocate, so they run off. Unbeknownst to them, the other person does reciprocate! Misunderstandings abundant here! 

The Big Sick AU- Oberyn/f!reader. You thought that nothing would tear you away from Oberyn. Little did you know that he would do that himself, and right before you were going to give him the biggest news of his life. Fast forward 5 or so years, Oberyn finds himself thrust into the role of your caregiver as you recover from a horrific accident. Will he be able to convince you that he’s deserving of another chance? 

Sequel to Ángel de la Muerte- Pero/f!reader. The reunion that a few people have expressed interest in seeing. I promise it’s coming; it’s just slow-going right now. 

Como Desee- Pero/f!reader. The Princess Bride AU that has been living in my head for the past 8 months is slowly coming together. Starring Pero as Wesley and you as Buttercup

An angsty Ben Miller/OC that will probably never see the light of day.

Dave York- fix it fic that focuses on his domestic life. IDK if this will ever see the light of day either. 

Fix it fic with Max Phillips based on @absurdthirst‘s HC’s about telling him you’re pregnant. (I already bounced this idea to her; I will check again, but she was ok with me writing this!)

Max Phillips- Inspired by the music video for Taylor Swift ‘You Belong with Me’

Javier Pena- inspired by @scribbledghost’s HC’s about leaving without knowing if you’ll ever meet again. (I already bounced this idea and the next to her; I will check again, but she was ok with me writing this!)

Frankie Morales- inspired by @scribbledghost��s HC’s about leaving without knowing if you’ll ever meet again. 

13 Going on 30 AU- Marcus/f!reader. Marcus is the one who gets aged up in this one, so it’s gonna be angsty since you’re the one who has to deal with the perfect, scruffy man who broke your heart AND IS ENGAGED TO THERESA!! It will have a happy ending; it’s just that we’ll have to earn that happy ending.

Marcus Pike- Marcus in Gilded Age Paris. I don’t know if this will see the light of day either. It’s really nebulous right now, and I don’t know anything beyond wanting to see Marcus be starry-eyed looking at all the amazing art around him. 

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels- Just Like Heaven AU. Really nebulous right now, but it’s there. 

Oberyn Martell- Dear Soldier/The Lucky One/Dear John AU inspired by @aerynwrites‘s own Dear Soldier story! More of an idea right now, but working on it. 

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels- a soulmate AU that unleashes all my favorite tropes. Be warned: this is going to be rather sad for a while, but it will have a happy ending. I don’t like writing endings that aren’t happy in some way.

Nebulous AU Ideas

Oberyn Martell- The Sound of Music

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels- You’ve Got Mail

Francisco “Catfish” Morales- Splash

Max Phillips- Two Weeks Notice

Ezra- Tangled (Space AU!)

Oberyn Martell- Pretty Woman

Pero Tovar- Kate & Leopold

Francisco “Catfish” Morales- When in Rome

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels- The Vow

Javier Pena- Indiana Jones

Javier Pena- The Ugly Truth

Max Phillips- Love and Other Drugs

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels- Mr. Right

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels- The Notebook

Ezra- Titanic

Maxwell Lord- Persuasion

Edit: Added a bunch more of AU ideas

Tagging people who may be interested:  @dindjarindiaries @jawabear @heather-lynn @scribbledghost @asta-lily @phoenixhalliwell @manda-but-not-lorian @fromthedeskoftheraven @songsformonkeys @spacenerdpascal @stevie75 @funandfangirlingcollide @ladylothorien @keeper0fthestars @agirllovespancakes @codenamewife @buckysalefty @storiesofthefandomlovers @f0rever15elf @buckysbackpack @gamingaquarius @aerynwrites @autumnleaves1991-blog

[myownworstenemyyy]

afterlife

a Din Djarin x Reader drabble

word count: 670 (gif by @bestintheparsec​​)

warnings: Cuddles™ ; discussion about the afterlife ; not really nsfw text, more suggestive ; fluff

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted much writing lately. i haven’t been feeling very motivated but i’m trying to get back into it. for now, here’s some soft Din, based on the song Afterlife by Nothing But Thieves

masterlist | ao3

“What do you think happens to us when we die?” you whisper into the dark, your voice quiet and uncertain. 

His thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before saying, “Your heart stops beating and blood stops circulating through the body while your organs shut d–ow!” You pinch his side and he instinctively tightens his arm around your waist as he chuckles, the sound reverberating through your rib cage.

“I know what happens, smartass. I mean after...where do you think our souls end up after we die?” you rest your chin on his bare chest, though his features remain hidden under the veil of darkness that envelopes the two of you. 

He takes a deep breath and slowly releases it on a sigh, the upwards motion lifting you as well. “I don't know, cyare. Maybe nothing, maybe we just...fade away into a state of emptiness,” he admits quietly, his words giving way to some deeper belief the two of you have never discussed before. And though you’ve never seen his face either, you imagine a deep crease forming between what you imagine are dark, pensive eyes as he falls silent.

“I like to think of it–whatever it is–as more of a...a feeling, rather than a place,” you muse, your fingers mindlessly dancing along his bicep. He shifts beneath you, gently running his calloused fingers down your cheek until they reach your jaw and lift your chin. “‘A feeling’?” he questions, his lips grazing yours.

“Y-yeah,” your train of thought nearly derails when he starts making a trail of soft kisses along your jaw, then down your neck and shoulder. He hums softly against your skin, urging you to continue. “I think it's like feeling every emotion at once, but having no pain...no more suffering in any sense of the word,” a sound of approval resonates at the back of his throat as his other hand slowly makes its way down your spine, one vertebra at a time.

“It’s the feeling of being known and unknown all at the same t-time,” he drags his teeth along your throat, then licks the area with one deliberate stroke of his tongue. And as much as you want to just shut up and lose yourself in his body like you’ve done so many times before, something forces you to keep talking, to make him understand your own belief.

“But I think mostly it’s the feeling of relief – of knowing what it’s like to be completely–” your breaths come out labored and desperate when his hand moves beneath the thin sheet that’s draped over your naked waist. But before he reaches any further, you breathe against his lips, “–free.”

His hand suddenly stills where it rests low on your hip while his other hand comes up to cradle your neck, his thumb stroking your skin as he echoes your last word, “Free.” Trailing your thumb along his bottom lip, you nod before realizing he probably can’t see your gesture in the darkness. 

“Yes,” you swallow hard, dropping your hand to the base of his throat, his pulse bounding at your fingertips. The silence between you grows with every passing second, the only sound being the subtle hum of the ship’s ventilation system. You worry for a moment that you’ve said something wrong when he offers no response. But his lips pressing softly against yours calms your thoughts and you’re able to relax in his arms once more. 

Some time later, you start to drift off to the rhythm of his steady breathing, his hand stroking its way up your spine. You’re somewhere between sleep and consciousness when you hear him whisper, “I must be dead then, because I only ever feel free when I’m with you.”

Before you can respond, exhaustion pulls you under. And the last thing you remember is the feeling of warm lips on the crown of your head and a set of strong arms holding you close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[yespolkadotkitty]

Let Yourself Drown

A smutty one shot for @pedropascalito inspired by this post.

For the sixth time that afternoon, you check your phone.

Radio silence from Javi.

You two had never been a joined-at-the-hip sort of couple, but he kept in regular contact most days, even if it was just to send you a picture of Murphy making his concentration face from across their shared desk space (which Javi had hated at first).

You get home from work and dump your stuff, listening. No sounds come from Javi’s home office upstairs, or the kitchen, where he sometimes makes his “stressful day” tamales.

Perplexed, and now a bit worried, you potter around for a while and eventually start dinner, chicken fried steak, a favourite of Javi’s. You switch on the radio to soothe you as you check your phone again. Should you call Murphy?

After you set the steak, green beans and mashed potatoes on a warm plate in the oven to keep until Javier gets back, you hear a key in the lock, and a few footsteps later, he’s in the doorway, aviators hanging off his criminally low black shirt, his leather jacket crumpled, the stress lining his face. “Sorry I’m late, baby.”

If you had been planning to comment on his lateness, to express concern, any thoughts of that melted away and you crossed the room into his arms.

He crushes you tightly, burying his face into the curve where your neck and shoulder meet, and he’s shaking, you realise.

“Javi.” You rub circles on his back like you would a crying child. “What happened?”

He takes a deep, trembling breath, and you breathe him in, the faint scent of cigarette smoke, clean soap and his habitual verbena cologne, and remind yourself that he’s safe , now.

“I couldn’t save them, mijita. I tried, fuck, I tried.”

He sometimes had moments like this. When for all his late nights, efforts, heartache, foot chases, dangerous roof climbs - he couldn’t save a life.

“Javi..” You murmur, running your hands through his thick, dark hair as he shudders. That this strong man feels safe enough with you to break down in your arms never fails to astound you, touch your heart. “Come with me.”

You tug his hand, and he follows you obediently, which tells you how much his day weighs on him, and how much it will for days, months, years, to come. Javier is a man who will never take the loss of life lightly. His heart is too big for the DEA, but he gives it to them anyway.

Music from the radio, something slow, drifts through into the living room as you gently push him down on to the chair. He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, the eyes you can never resist, big and brown and soulful in his tanned face, and you palm a pack of his cigarettes from the coffee table and pass him one, lighting it.

“ Miiita, I-”

“Just do as you’re told, okay, you big, bad DEA agent,” you say sternly, as he inhales.

For the first time, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he nods, silently.

You kneel before him, spreading his knees, and he eyes you with interest as you lean forward and press a kiss to his crotch, then free the buttons of his jeans, one by one, and by the time you get to the end of the row of buttons, the backs of your fingers are brushing his erection.

“Baby,” he starts.

“Nope,” you interrupt. “Let me do this for you.”

His eyes go dark, and he takes another deep drag of the cigarette. You take that as agreement, and slip your hands into his black boxers, freeing him, and he feels like steel encased in velvet. A curse drops from his lips as you settle yourself in and kiss the tip of his cock, laving your tongue gently, and Javi slumps slightly in the chair, his hips canting forward.

He whispers something in Spanish, rubbing a hand over his face, and you open your lips wider, taking just a little of him in, swirling your tongue around him like fine ice cream to be savoured. Javi groans around the cigarette, undone.

The smoke curls above your heads, hanging in the air. You glance up, and you can tell by the set of his shoulders that he’s relaxing, by tiny increments.

You settle one hand on his inner thigh, balancing, and use the other to cradle his balls, the way you know he likes it.

“ Querida… ” Javi mutters, and his voice has dropped half an octave, and you look up into his lust-blown eyes and you know that what happened today has slipped from his mind, for now, and if you can give him this escape, no matter how short, you will.

He’s slick in your mouth now, and you take him in deeper, working him with your tongue, and your hand leaves his balls to wrap around the base of his cock, covering him where your lips can’t reach. His hips jerk and you watch as he swallows hard, fighting the urge to fuck your mouth. You give him everything, taking him as deep as you can and using your tongue on the pressure points you know drive him wild, occasionally pulling almost off him, your tongue teasing just the tip of him, until those needy little groans you love fall from his lips, and then you really pick up the pace, sucking him in deep and working your hand over him. You move the hand braced on his thigh down to tease the soft, sensitive skin behind his balls and it sends him over the edge. He can barely stutter out a warning before he’s giving you all he’s got, coming like a freight train, his whole body going taut as the climax hits him full force.

You drink it down, licking and petting him lazily until he shudders with the sensitivity, gently stroking your hair to signal that he’s had enough.

Grinning, you rest your head on his thigh, tuck him back into his boxers, and lift your hand. “Can I?”

Javi passes you the cigarette and you take a drag, tasting the faint residue of the terrible government coffee the DEA provide.

“Thankyou,” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep, and you take one more drag on the cigarette, almost a stub now, before handing it back.

“I’ve made chicken fried steak. It’s in the oven, keeping warm.”

Javi pulls you on to his lap and you loop your arms around his neck, breathing him in, listening to his heart beating under your ear.

“What did I do to deserve you, mijita, hmmm?” Javi asks softly, almost thoughtfully.

You lean up, kiss the side of his neck. “You’ve got the biggest heart of anyone I know,” you whisper into his skin.

He chuckles. “It’s not my heart you’re interested in, baby,” he drawls.

And you both laugh, and you hug him some more, and then you eat dinner in the yard as the birds sing, heralding the arrival of dusk.

And that night, Javi doesn’t have any nightmares as he sleeps, wrapped around you.

****

Thanks so much to @restingnurseface for giving this a pre-posting read!

Tagging people who might enjoy this: @fleetwoodmactshirt @alldatalost @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @agentpike @javierian @pedrosasscal @pedropasscals @keeper0fthestars​ @dindjarindiaries​ @littlemissthistle​ @engineeredfiction​ @queenofheavenandhell​ @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ @starlight-starwrites​ @talesfromtheguild​ @whiskeyslasso​ @javihoney​ @lannister-slings-and-arrows​

[stardustdiaries]

DINCEMBER DAY8: BLANKETS

@dindjarindiaries ✨

Oh, don’t mind me- just making art based on my own one-shots :”)

Read it here!

- https://itspauvr.tumblr.com/post/637538832039985152/frozen-over-dincember-day7-cold 

[dameronology]

1.8k celebration

ok SO i just wanna say thank u, first of all. i’m not sure how or why people follow me because all i do is shit post fan fiction and reblog gifs of pedro pascal BUT i appreciate u all so much and i love u all. i did plan to do a giveaway for 1500 but with covid & some financial difficulties i’ve had to postpone it but i will get around to doing it at some point!! 

for this celebration, i’m gonna be doing playlists!! it’ll be 5-10 songs based on any of ur fics (series or individual) or just a scenario of ur choice! all you have to do is drop me a message in my inbox with the following 

1 - which fic or scenario (ie break up with obi wan or a general playlist for din djarin)

2 - any artists/genres you like 

3 - what mood you want; angst, fluff or...there are probably more moods but my brain is not working but feel free to describe the mood as u would like!

i’m gonna be doing these from the minute i post this so go wild in my inbox! i’m working all day saturday so things will be a little slow then but other than that, i’m gonna be working through them asap❤️

tagging a few mutuals!! 

@hellotherekenobi @wolffescadet @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @littlevodika @cherrykenobi @marvelinsanity @rentskenobi @taffee23 @dindjarindiaries @kenobee @starryeyedstories @yougottakeeponkeepinon @writefightandflightclub @adamgetawaydriver @obeewankenobi @imananxiousdriver @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky 

[mitchi-c]

WIP Game

Thank you @agirllovespancakes @din-damn-djarin and @mndalorians for tagging me 🥰

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don’t have many WIPs right now but here are some:

1. A Javier fic where you dance together

2. Next chapter of my Ezra fic

3. Possible an Italy AU with Ezra based on before sunrise

Tagging: @moonlit-djarin @dindjarindiaries @filthybookworm @mxsamwilson

[ironmandeficiency]

creator tag game

thank you to my loves @filthybookworm and @obirain for tagging me in this game!! i’ve been on tumblr for several years under various accounts and different fandoms, but this account wasn’t made until may of this year. it not only documents my return to the star wars fandom and my eventual pedro pascal love, but also paved the way for some awesome stuff i’ve written and some badass ppl i’ve met along the way but that’s another post y’all

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

cody, where’s my lightsaber? — this was a fic i wrote while ✨not sober✨ and is strangely one of the longest one-shots i’ve ever written. it makes me laugh every time i read it and is one of the first things i recommend sw fans to read when they find my blog. obi-wan is always fun to write whether he’s in his element or somewhere to the distant left of it.

who’s my commander — my first genuine dive into making clone oc’s started here & oh boy how it’s grown since then. i’m writing more for some of my oc boys these days and this fic got me into it (by accident but i’m not complaining). this is one of my highest-note fics and another serotonin goldmine.

tattered — this one is actually relatively recent and it’s one that i always drift to when i’m in need of a little extra affection. i’m not as big a lover of wolffe as many of my friends are but even in the early stages of writing, this piece resonated with me. the yearning, the concept of hurt/comfort as a whole... i love it. seeing the stoic and grumpy be reduced to their base emotions in tough situations has always appealed to me

all over the road — my first fic for a pedro pascal character was this little frankie fic. it’s sweet, it’s funny, it has a little bit of ✨spice✨ to it. i also wrote it before even watching triple frontier but that’s not the point 😂 inspired by a country song, as some of my pedro boy fics tend to be (blame my yeehoe status), this one never fails to give me a smile.

noassatall — includes a phrase my grandmother used all her life to describe those who weren’t bestowed with 🍑. this drabble is sentimental to me bc of the phrase but otherwise it’s just funny af. javi being defensive over his lil booty is amusing to me tbh

gonna tag @goldafterglow @catsnkooks @catfishingmorales @scribbledghost @hdlynn @thewayofthemandalorian @nobie @anakin-danvers @a-dorin @roamalongwithme @clonewarslover55 & @dindjarindiaries (no pressure, lovelies 💕)