#this was soooo cute

[booasaur]

Willow (1988) || Willow (2022) - 1x02

[ugartecoco]

hurt comfort fic

[glassamphibians]

obsessed with these green things called trees

[flockdog]

Butch Animal does not play around with her break entitlement

[lavenderedhoney]

I'm in between jobs rn! If you'd like to help me out by tipping me a couple bucks, here is my ko-fi!

I have to guess that the reason my blog got flagged was bc in my last pic of my gf in my lap my hand was touching her very censored dick. 🙄 So here is another picture of her sitting in my lap where I'm petting her tummy instead!

They/she for me, she/her for gf

(This post is for wlw/sapphics only. Fuck off if you: identify solely as a man, are under 18, do not have your age on your blog, are a t*rf, s*ssy blog, or chaser, or post ageplay, rape play, dykebreaking, misgendering kink, or detrans kink)

[sawrens]

I adoreeeee twilight in her first coronation gown... she genuinely looks so beautiful in yellow They chose the exact perfect shade to suit her. And the pink in the dress too My god they actually COOKED! I adore the little curls in her hair too

[softwaring]

sourdough butterfly by the sourdough mama

[fascinationstreetmp3]

manfred 💀💚

[wuntrum]

february's postcard 💌

[soapyakships]

sillies at 25 ?!?!

[deepbatched]

forehead kiss || d.d.

chapter one of partners in crime

pairing || din djarin x f!reader

summary || With a bounty on the loose, you and Din are off on a chase.

author's note || i can't wait to get more into this series, i have so much planned!! also i promise next chapter will have smut ;)

warnings || angst, insecurities, fluff, lowkey slowburn, canon-typical violence, eventual smut, no moff gideon plot, din in love, mutual pining

series masterlist || masterlist

Beads of sweat run down your forehead as a defeated sigh leaves your lips. Your muscles were screaming at you for an ounce of a break. The bounty was supposed to be easy, incredibly easy—but it felt like you had been chasing him for hours on end.

You huffed in annoyance, while the Mandalorian just stayed silent and calculating. 

Greef had offered you and the Mandalorian a hefty bounty since the last one he slid over was almost nothing—only about fifty credits to be split between the two of you. A Prince from Toydaria had lost his way in the depths of the galaxy after pirates had attacked his ship and held him for ransom. 

From some unknown sources that Greef gave, you were able to find information that the Prince was alive and hiding on Tatooine. The King and Queen placed a bounty on him, unharmed, in hopes to find their son. 

You figured he would want to return back as quickly as possible—no doubt missing his family and the luxury life as royalty. What you weren't expecting, though, was how good the Prince was at hiding. He never seemed to ever want to return. 

He was quick and cumbersome—any trail that you and Mando left behind, he was able to sniff the two of you out. He somehow knew each and every time you were nearby as he ran through alleyways and hid in crowded markets. 

He out ran the two of you all around Mos Eisley. First, you went through a cantina. Then a guild, and then some poor woman’s home. You three scared the living shit out of her as she flung a greasy pan into the air. You  and the Mandalorian even dodged the soap bottle she threw at you.

Unfortunately, though, the Prince was also exceptionally great at dodging your attacks, which only made you groan in annoyance even further. The last time the two of you saw him, he had headed straight for the busy markets. So, the two of you sat tight—shoulders nonchalantly leaning against the cantina wall while the Mandalorian stood rigid. 

“Still no sign of him yet?”

An exasperated sigh buzzed through his modulator and it was the only signal he gave to you that there was no sign of him. You knew how stressful some of these hunts could be. He didn’t want to stay on this planet for long in fear that someone might stalk near the ship as the kid was fast asleep.

You and the Mandalorian are partners in crime, of sorts. It was the closest thing you could call whatever was happening on the Razor Crest. One day, you were both after the same bounty and you fought tooth and nail for them. 

Your lip was bloody and your stomach was bruised, his head swirled slightly to the right—his balance a little off. You could tell by his dazed stare that you had only a few seconds to grab the bounty and go—and you almost did until you saw a pair of green ears poke out from under his bag.

The Mandalorian tried to shove the kid back into his brown pouch, but you had already seen him. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out—a swirling of thoughts crossed your mind. Then, unexpectedly for the Mandalorian, you let the harsh grip that you had on the bounty’s arm go, and shoved the tied up man toward the Mandalorian.

“Here.” You said. “For the kid.”

The Mandalorian didn’t say a word as he shoved the bounty over his shoulder and started to walk away. Almost ten feet passed you, though, he stopped. He turned around and nodded his head toward you—inviting you to come along. You, confused, stayed silent as well, but followed the strange Mandalorian and his green baby. 

You would help around the ship with the baby. You would give him aid in catching bounties. You would tinker around on the ship, despite his first panicked expressions.

Sooner or later it made Din realize that he never wanted to let you go. You were his family. His clan. He had finally found his purpose. Little did he know, you sought the same visions too.

So ever since that day, you never left.

You scan the crowds and search for any signs of the Prince. Your hand traced the blaster that sat right in its holster. It was something you did when you needed to concentrate. Din, personally and secretly, took note of the little details of you. “Maker—where is that fucking kid?”

He turned slightly to look at you, watching as your fingers glided over the barrel of the blaster once more. He could feel his heart thump loudly against his armor—pressing against his ear drums. 

“He’ll turn up soon.” He breathed in deep, trying to stay focused on the task. 

Ever since the two of you met, he had always been so enamored by your presence. There was just something about you that had him aching to know more, to know every single detail about you. Yet every single time, he would push those feelings down to the bottom chasm of his mind. 

Every laugh, every smile, every kick and punch, every soft touch, every star-crossed glance, every little thing he compartmentalized inside of his head. He couldn’t get you out of his mind if he tried. 

He was in love with you, that much he knew. His mind was constantly clouded with thoughts about you. His mind was becoming antsy—itching to press his fingertips against the soft plains of your skin. He wasn’t sure just how many more times he could pass you in the ship without wanting to kiss your cheeks. 

“Mando! There he is!”

You don’t even wait for an answer as you race down the middle of the market. The kid turned around with bright wide eyes at the sight of you bolting towards him. 

You could see his chest start to come closer and closer, your arm reaching out as far as you could to snatch the kid. You could hear Din’s heavy armor clunk behind you, the fast speed of his legs carrying him. 

Suddenly, the Prince cut a corner and ran into a small area of jorgan fruit stands. Your body almost crashed into a handful of crates, but you still chased him nonetheless. 

The kid looks back at you and sticks his tongue out, teasing you for being slower than he was.

“Oh for—this fucking kid!”

Your eyes widened slightly as an old man started walking right in front of your path. You panic at the thought of hitting some poor old man until you feel a sharp tug at your waist, and you flung forward, soaring over the old man. You were able to catch yourself from falling, and you continued to run after the Prince.

You turn your head back around and see Mando’s grappling hook start to sling back towards him. He gives you a small nod before you turn back around, trying to focus on the hunt.

To your luck, the kid finally starts to get tired from all the ducking and dodging, and his speed starts slowing down. Your heart is racing as you stretch out your hand once more. You were so close, fingertips just barely touching the leather. You try to pick up your pace a little bit, your legs tensing rapidly from the hard ground.

You smile in victory as your hand encloses around the jacket, your whole body leaning forward to snatch him. The two of you tumble forward and roll onto the hard ground, sand flinging around in a dust cloud.

Your hands immediately wrap around the bounty’s arms, while he pushes his arms against you in an attempt to get out of your grasp. Shiny armor beamed in front of your eyes as the Mandalorian approached the two of you. He reached down and cuffed the squirming Prince. 

He held out his hand to you, one which you gladly accepted. Din’s heart skipped as he watched your smile beam up at him. His body becomes rigid and still as your hands find themselves perched up against his chest. 

His ears almost warmed at your excited laughter from finally catching this simple bounty. Out of all the problems of today, he wasn’t expecting to feel the soft warmth of your skin radiate onto his beskar. He wasn’t expecting your touch to be so soft or the smile on your face to be so contagious. 

He found himself smiling wide, one hand reaching down to capture your wrist. What stole his breath away, though, was when your hands moved up to his helmet, slowly making him lean down to touch your foreheads together. 

He whipped his head backward as fast as he could, his heart slamming against his ribcage. 

“W-What was that?” He breathed heavily. 

You didn’t dare move out of his arms at first, not wanting to make any sudden movements. Although, he didn’t move either, so you both stood there with your arms secured around his forearm.

“On my planet, touching foreheads is a greeting but it can also be a way of celebration.”

There was a small pause as you hear Mando’s chest rise and fall hard like he couldn’t quite breathe right. Your eyebrow twitched in concern. “Why? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

His head moved down to stare at the way your hands rested upon his forearm, squeezing the indestructible metal.

“I- No.”

When his visor made its way back to your face, you didn’t look too convinced. He wanted to snap his eyes close and retreat to the Razor Crest. He wanted to let the ground swallow him whole. His hands started to become clammy, while thoughts raced against one another. 

He couldn’t tell you that what you had done was a kiss. A Keldabe kiss that he has seen many of those in his covert do with their clans.

“Okay.”

He watched in agony as that bright smile you wore started to fade, your arms slowly retracting themselves. You still weren't convinced, that much he definitely knew.

“I’m sorry if I disrespected—”

Before his brain could really catch up to his heart, Din interrupted you by pulling your wrists forward, and you crash into his arms. Your hands were bunched up on his broad chest, and your heart thumped against your chest. Your eyes start to flutter close as his head leaned down to touch yours.

You could hear the long breaths leaving his modulator, and you could feel his shaky hands move up and down your back, soothing the rough outlines of your shirt.

Finally, Din's heart felt calm. He could feel the warmth that spread across his body at the feeling of your head pressed against his helmet. His hands squeezed your wrists even tighter, as if he never wanted to let go.

“Thank you.” 

You swallowed, only allowing yourself to nod as a response. Mando was trying—an attempt to make amends and follow the culture of your own people. 

However, the tranquility only lasted for so long as his brain panicked and his heart thumped across his chest. His ears almost not able to catch the sound of your breath as it flowed through his modulator. Just as quickly as he had done earlier, his body retracted itself from you. 

You almost shiver at the lack of warmth that surged through your body from the mere touches he gave you. You looked down at the golden sand, awkwardness filling your stomach. You knew Mando wasn't telling you something.

You could tell that it must have been something important from his reaction and silent glances he had been giving you after you parted from him.

Mando says your name, the modulator picking up the confusion in his voice.

"Yeah, Mando?"

He looks around, then turns back to you. "Where's the Prince?"

“Oh—fuck—maker—where did the kid go?”

[lanshappycorner]

skully doodles !!!!🎃

[dandeleon]

half fidd friday half "what if stan & ford found a cat and kept it on the stan o' war II with them"

[multifandom--mess]

this glow up was crazy

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[serizautism]

bouquet! bouquet for his sweety!

based on these!