#vetina

[koi-illust]

[StarWars AU] [Citizen Din/Master Luke]

Din Djarin of Aq Vetina

So, I let my imagination run wild, and here’s another Din Djarin AU!

What if young Din was still saved by a Mandalorian, but later reunited with his parents, who somehow survived the attack?

Din’s parents helped gather other survivors on Aq Vetina, rebuilt their home, and were chosen as governors. Din grew up learning about his own culture and became a promising young man who assisted with his parents' work. One day, to protect the newborn autonomous region, Master Luke Skywalker was assigned to Aq Vetina to act as their Jedi caretaker, and Din was given the responsibility to help Luke settle down.

Here are other settings for Aq-Din:

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1. Din didn’t become a Mandalorian

So Din wasn’t trained, which resulted in his gentle and soft personality. He kept the mythosaur necklace given to him by the Mandalorian who saved him, it’s the only beskar Din has.

2. Din wears traditional Aq Vetina clothing

But I made it look more luxurious and ethnic with gold, shiny stones, and beads. I also created a custom where young people must wear a veil until they get married or reach a certain age. (I don’t want that veil to become a symbol of shame for those who don’t want or can’t get married, so they can simply remove it when the time comes. The veil is just for aesthetic purposes, like a peacock spreading its tail for courtship.)

3. Arranged marriage

Another custom I made up is that Aq Vetina people get betrothed at a young age, it’s not mandatory, but some traditional families still follow this rule, including Din’s. Furthermore, as the son of governors, Din was betrothed to another prominent and wealthy family for political reasons. Although Din doesn’t want this, he accepts it for the greater good of his homeland, until a Jedi master shakes his determination.

4. Claustrophobia

I always imagined Din having claustrophobia and a fear of darkness due to the experience of being hidden by his parents in that storage. I know this is a weak assumption because Canon-Din’s spaceship is confined as hell🤣, but my Aq-Din can have claustrophobia, which becomes a hindrance when Luke attempts to take Din away from the planet.

5. Heavy accent

Din is not proficient in standard language, so his communication with Luke is often somewhat clumsy, which may cause trouble at times, and he speaks with a heavy accent! (I have a thing for accents…🫣💕)

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I will probably continue drawing this series because it was a lot of fun to draw Din in his Aq Vetina outfit, and I also want to have him wear different veils to hide his face. 😝

[dindjarindiaries]

NEW STAR WARS GALAXY MAP JUST DROPPED AND IT HAS:

Aq Vetina (DIN’S HOMEWORLD!!!)

Sorgan

Morak

Corvus

Alzoc III

Maldo Kreis

Adelphi

Arvala-7

THE MANDALORIAN FANS WON TODAY!

(via hearthomesinnoh)

[swan-of-sunrise]

Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Eight)

Summary: As the third trimester begins, Din and (Y/N) spend their quiet morning at home struggling to come up with baby names.

Pairing: Din Djarin X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hey guys! Today I present to you a short but sweet chapter about our bad-ass but very silly Din and Alor'ad trying their hardest to finally choose a couple of names for Baby Djarin. I haven't settled on the baby's sex yet so if you have a preference, please let me know! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Eight The Names (Previous Chapter)

As (Y/N) entered the third trimester of her pregnancy, Clan Mudhorn continued to diligently prepare for the arrival of its eagerly-anticipated fourth member. Din and (Y/N) converted their cabin’s spare bedroom into a nursery and while (Y/N) spent her free time away from House of (Y/L/N) sewing baby clothes, Din completed as many bounty hunting jobs as he could before the captain’s due date, the extra credits ensuring that their son or daughter would have every comfort imaginable. They attended every birthing and parenting class at the medical clinic, downloaded and read dozens of books on the subject of childbirth on their holo-pad, and brainstormed their intricate birthing plan. Even Grogu participated in their preparations, much to Din and (Y/N)’s amusement and occasional exasperation; at least twice a week, one of them would find an irate frog in the baby’s nursery that the child captured as a welcome gift for his brother or sister. They were undoubtedly ready for their little one’s arrival…well, except for one very, very important decision.

“What about Kalerth?”

Din wrinkled his nose in distaste, continuing to rub slow circles over (Y/N)’s protruding stomach and watch the sun slowly rising outside their bedroom window. “Nope. How ‘bout Ronhys?”

“No, I knew a Ronhys once and he was a kriffing idiot. What about Syril?”

“C’mon, alor’ad, that’ll make our kid sound like some sort of half-wit pencil-pushing Imperial analyst.”

(Y/N) snorted in amusement and Din smirked against her collarbone as she playfully smacked his arm and threaded her fingers back into his rumpled hair. “Mir’sheb. We’re getting absolutely nowhere with the boy names, so why don’t we throw in the towel and move on to the girl names for now?”

With a tired yawn, Din pressed a chaste kiss onto the exposed skin of his wife’s clavicle and nodded. “Good idea. How’s Daya sound? It’s an old-fashioned Mandalorian name, but Bo-Katan mentioned that it’s back in fashion.”

“…I don’t hate it, but I don’t exactly love it either. How does Amilyn sound?”

“Okay, I guess, but I think we can do better. Galleia, maybe?”

“It’s pretty, but I’ll have to think that one over. What do you think of…hmm, I don’t know…Xi’an-?”

“Absolutely not.”

The captain chuckled. “That was suspiciously quick. What, did you have a fling with a Xi’an before you met me and I made an honest man out of you?” He pursed his lips but remained silent, which only made her gasp in exaggerated shock. “You did, didn’t you?”

“If by ‘fling’ you mean we slept together once during a job, she tried to kill me and years later, she tried to kill me again then yes, we had a fling.” Rolling his eyes, Din lifted his head to give (Y/N) an amused smile. “Would you really wanna name our child after one of your former flings, alor’ad?”

A look of revulsion twisted at her beautiful features. “Urgh, I see what you mean. Besides, Jod and Han are awful names for a baby, even without the unpleasant added context of a failed relationship.”

“Y’know, those names sound awfully familiar-”

“C’mon Din, focus! If you keep distracting me, then our baby’ll never have a name.” (Y/N) lightly scolded, but the glimmer in her eyes and the curved corners of her mouth coupled with the hand she’d brought up to cradle his cheek. “And don’t you go thinking that those big, brown eyes of yours will get you out of trouble.”

Din’s brows rose in mock outrage. “Wait, I’m distracting you?”

“Taking responsibility for your actions, that’s very mature of you.” The bedroom filled with the captain’s giggles as his fingers dug into her ticklish sides and her attempts to squirm away from his onslaught were unsuccessful. “Okay, okay, okay, truce!” She cried out, shooting him a withering glare as she worked on catching her breath. “You’d better watch your back, Din Djarin, ‘cause the moment this baby’s born my revenge will be swift and merciless.”

“Mmm, I’m looking forward to it.” Din flashed her a brazen grin and ducked down to press his lips against hers in a searing kiss. Before he could, however, his wife’s rumbling stomach brought him to a sudden halt and caused them both to burst into surprised laughter. “Hungry, alor’ad?”

“I wasn’t, but it would seem that your child has other plans,” (Y/N) grumbled, but a loving smile softened her features as she glanced down at her protruding stomach and ran a tender hand over its curve. “With all this food I’ve been eating lately, I wouldn’t be surprised if this little one grows up to be quite the formidable warrior, just like their dad.”

Din smiled as his hand moved to join the captain’s, secretly reveling in the feeling of their child’s movements beneath his palm. “Maybe, or maybe he or she will follow in their mom’s footsteps and become one hell of a pilot. Either way…” He gave her lips a quick peck before getting out of bed and offering her his hand. “It’s breakfast time. Pickled meiloorun fruit and blue milk again?”

The captain sheepishly smiled while he helped her out of bed. “I know that it’s a gross combination, but it’s the only thing that sounds even remotely appetizing these days.”

“Whatever makes you and the baby happy, alor’ad, but I think I’m gonna fix me and Grogu something a little less…unique.”

“Oh please, the little guy catches and eats frogs on a regular basis and before you met me, you survived solely off of expired ration portions.”

The pair of them went about getting dressed and ready for the day, and (Y/N)’s grumpiness was exasperated by her inability to lace up her own boots and their unborn child’s newfound fondness of kicking at her ribs. While Din knelt before her and made quick work of her laces, her stifled winces of pain caused his heart to clench in sympathy as a familiar wave of guilt washed over him. From the moment they first became partners, he vowed to protect the captain from any and all dangers they might encounter on their adventures and keep her safe; it was only natural, then, that he would feel like a failure while he was forced to watch his wife struggle under the plethora of pregnancy symptoms, symptoms that only seemed to multiply as the months went on. She’s the strongest person I know but that doesn’t make it right that she must endure this pain without complaint, he thought to himself, his heart lurching again when a pained gasp escaped her clenched teeth. In tuned to his inner turmoil, the captain carded her fingers through his hair while he tied her laces and pressed a gratitude-filled kiss onto his forehead the moment he finished, and he soon felt his scowl beginning to soften into a smile once again.

Breakfast in the Djarin-(Y/L/N) household wasn’t always a peaceful affair; there were Grogu’s occasional temper-tantrums, emergency holo-calls from Carson Teva, unannounced visits from Greef Karga and (Y/N)’s sudden bouts of severe nausea triggered by whatever Din was cooking, so whenever a quiet morning came around they were always sure to savor it while it lasted. While Din prepared their breakfast, (Y/N) and Grogu sat together at the kitchen table and the child was enraptured by his mother’s tale of flying amongst a pod of migrating purrgils, his wide eyes filled with wonderment as she animatedly described the creatures that few were lucky to ever see in their lifetimes. Din, listening to the conclusion of his wife’s story and his son’s coos of excitement with a content smile on his face, plated their food and carried it over to where his family sat, placing a plate of fruit in front of (Y/N) and a kiss onto her cheek and patting the top of Grogu’s wrinkled head before setting his breakfast down before him.

“Hey, little guy, would you like to help your Dad and me out with something?” (Y/N) asked after taking a sip of her blue milk, her smile widening when Grogu looked up from his Ronto wrap and eagerly nodded. “We’ve been trying to think of the perfect name for your little brother or sister, but we’ve been having a little trouble. Maybe you’ve got an idea or two?”

The child’s brow furrowed in careful concentration and a moment later, he grinned and pointed a clawed finger at (Y/N). “Patu.”

Din tilted his head to the side. “You wanna name the baby after your mom?” His confusion grew when he impatiently shook his head; his eyes flicked over to the captain, and his brow rose when he spotted the blood-red flower embroidered onto her blouse. “Wait, the flower?”

Grogu squealed in triumph and (Y/N) brought a hand up to trace the embroidery, a thoughtful expression gracing her features. “It’s a millaflower. They’re native to Naboo and signify great respect when gifted to someone; its extract is prescribed by many homeopathic physicians as medicine, but it can also be crafted into a potent poison.”

“Beautiful but deadly…” Din mused as he studied the embroidered flower; it’s a description befitting the daughter of a Mandalorian and a retired Rebellion smuggler, he thought with a growing smile, looking over at his wife over the brim of his morning caf. “How does Milla sound, if it’s a girl?”

(Y/N)’s hand absentmindedly rubbed along her baby bump as she quietly tried out the name, and she looked back up at him with a softened smile. “I think…that we’ve finally found the perfect girl’s name.”

With a grin, Din reached across the table to affectionately rub one of Grogu’s large ears. “Good call, kid. Got any ideas for a boy’s name?”

After a moment of consideration, Grogu shook his head and (Y/N) chuckled. “That’s okay, little guy, one out of two ain’t bad.” She ate another spoonful of pickled meiloorun and was reaching for her glass of blue milk when her eyes lit up with realization. “Since Milla’s inspired by my Naboo culture, why don’t we try and come up with a boy’s name that’s inspired by Aq Vetina?”

Din, taken aback by the captain’s thoughtfulness and the mention of his homeworld’s name, attempted to hide his surprise behind a look of deliberation as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “We can try, but I was just a child when I was taken in by the Death Watch, there’s not much that I remember about Aq Vetina’s culture…”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I should’ve thought-”

“It’s okay, ner cyar’ika alor’ad, I still think it’s a good idea,” He quickly reassured her, reaching over to rest his hand on top of hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We just might have to work a little harder to jog my memory, that’s all.”

“All right, then, let’s start with something easy like…” (Y/N) trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping her fingers in realization. “Constellations! Do you remember if Aq Vetina had any notable constellations?”

Din set his Ronto wrap down onto his plate and nodded. “I remember learning about them in school and…” A lump formed in his throat as a long-forgotten memory sprang to his mind and he took a steadying breath. “My parents taught me. In the summer, we’d spend nights stargazing from our back garden; my father would point each of them out to me and my mother would tell me all the stories behind them.”

With an understanding smile, the captain twisted her hand around to thread their fingers together and he threw her a grateful look. He’d learned long ago not to dwell on his life before the Mandalorians but after officially becoming Grogu’s adoptive father and learning of (Y/N)’s pregnancy, he couldn’t help but look back on his childhood on Aq Vetina and mourn what could never be; his parents would never see him grow up, never meet the woman who captured his heart and never know their grandchildren, but what pained him the most was that they would never live to see peace return to the galaxy. Maybe they already know, he thought as he reflected on the afterlife that (Y/N) and the Naboo believed in, I hope they can look upon me and are proud of the man I’ve become.

“That sounds very peaceful. Can you remember any of their names, or maybe one of your favorites?”

Din’s lips slowly curved upwards into a smile. “My favorite was Samidar. He was a Merquaal and according to the legends, he was an old warrior’s trusted companion, more brave and discerning than even the warrior; they embarked on many adventures together and when Samidar died protecting the old warrior in battle, the Maker was touched by his outpouring of grief and to commemorate the beloved companion, he created a constellation out of the brightest stars in the night sky. It’s silly, I know, but I remember really enjoying that one.”

His wife raised their joined hands to kiss his scarred knuckles and looked at him with adoring eyes. “What do you think of Sami, if it’s a boy?”

“I-It’s perfect, alor’ad. Milla, Sami…both names are absolutely perfect.” Sliding out of his chair, Din sank to his knees and rested his forehead against the captain’s protruding belly, his tear-filled eyes fluttering closed and his smile widening as he felt the moments of their unborn child. “Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner ad’ika.”

“Your dad and I can’t wait to finally meet you,” (Y/N) cooed softly and rubbed her free hand along the chiffon covering her belly, and he could hear the raw emotion in her voice. Now that they’d finally found the perfect names for their baby boy or girl, it was as if the reality of their situation had finally settled in; in about three months’ time, they’d be holding their child in their arms, the living and tangible proof of their endless love for one another, and Clan Mudhorn’s trio would become a quartet.

Grogu, seemingly feeling left out of their tearful conversation, leapt over the table and onto Din’s shoulder with a disgruntled huff, and Din couldn’t help but chuckle and exchange a look with the captain. “Yeah, it’s safe to say that your brother’s even more excited than we are.”

The child nodded and babbled as he stretched a clawed hand out to press against (Y/N)’s stomach, and she let go of Din’s hand to smooth her fingers over their son’s wrinkled head. “Three more months to go, little guy.”

With a content sigh, Din closed his eyes and concentrated on the movements of their unborn son or daughter, diligently committing the sweet moment to memory as his heart swelled with happiness. “Three more months to go.” Thanks to the childbirth classes they’d attended and all the parenting books they’d read, all three of them understood that (Y/N)’s third trimester would certainly be no slice of Uj’alayi but they also knew that as long as they were together, there was nothing in the galaxy that they couldn’t handle. You’re gonna fit right in with the three of us, ad’ika, and we’re gonna love you with everything we’ve got and then some, Din silently told his unborn child, his smile widening and his eyes brimming with fresh tears when they seemingly replied with the gentlest nudge against his cheek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mando'a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Ner cyar’ika alor’ad-My darling captain Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner ad’ika-I love you, my little one Uj’alayi-Uj Cake Ad’ika-Little one

A/N: Lol can you tell that I'm fitting in as much fluff as I can before the Mando movie most likely hits us with all the angst? Do you prefer Baby Djarin to be a Milla or a Sami? Comment down below to let me know! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created two Spotify playlists, one filled with of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars and the other compiled with all the songs I listen to for inspiration while writing this series, so if you’re interested in checking them out the links are down below!

Star Wars Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2KuSKJhVOPPvxdJ9YHeo4M?si=2977ff31bf0c4bdd

Din Djarin/TCoB Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5HIv4pIIgtzRW3Nyv5x7ry?si=15e457550bd94966 Taking Care of Business Masterlist

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[sol-insidious]

Courtesy of the Star Dads Discord! 💚🖤

Early Dinluke AU where Obi-Ben Kenobi decided to settle down with baby Luke in Aq Vetina instead of Tatooine and the attack on Din's village got postponed never happened. I'd imagine Din is closer to Luke's age here (5 years apart?) and is thoroughly utterly DONE with this weird, yellow-haired kid who's sneaking out to podrace at the ripe age of 9.

Still, Din can't help but keep an eye out for Luke when old Ben's not around (and secretly be impressed with his racing skills).

[arecait]

Teeny tiny Din'ika

(If i could find the person who was blogging about Aq Vetina seeming like Nepal, I would tag em coz I have more like this)

[blueberry-ry]

Aq Vetina and their Mando'ade

Aq Vetina is a cold small planet found in the Breshig System of the Mandalorian Sector, and has 3 small moons rotating around it.

The emerged lands of the planet are mostly composed of tall mountains, crossed by long rivers that end up forming the large lakes on whose banks many Vetini villages are then born.

These villages are composed by white pristine buldings, and they are often born on river or lake banks, with some rare ones living more isolated up on the mountains, near underground aquifers.

The people of Aq Vetina are standard humans, but they are born with a much higher tolerance to the cold, which lets them walk around in the snow in a sleeveless tunic.

Other than their national language, the Vetini also communicate with another one made of whistles, which reverberate thanks to the mountains, and allows them to communicate to long distances. They also use huge trumpets to communicate imminent dangers to the entire village (and sometimes those that are near them), or for the start of celebrations and festivities etc.

There isn't a government or a capital city or things like that, it's a very communal style of living and the villages are pretty isolated from each other due to the mountains.

Their traditional red clothes come from one of the most domisticated animal on the planet, the Vetini Sheep, whose wool is naturally red. Another animal they have domasticated is a type of white fox-dog, which helps them to guard their sheep, their home, and to keep them warm during the night by sleeping near them. Another animal is a horse-sixed mountain goat, which they use to travel on the mountains.

All genders wear the same type of clothing, with some slight changes that vary from person to person. All their jewels are made of stones, which is considered the material that connects all the souls of the Vetini, in the same way the rocks of the mountain unite the world. For work tools they either use bones or metals;

The majority of the people there are either artisans, shepherds or farmers, and thanks to the effort of the whole community, they can easily live a self sufficient life. Parents typically have to work a lot, so kids are often taken care of by relatives or other members of the community, who are often older people, teachers or members of the religious order.

Since the planet is in Mandalorian space, the Jedi could not go and meet them freely, so the force sensitive Vetini, over the millennia, created their own Force related religion and order;

Force sensitive Vetini often use a particular rare herb (which is strongly force-connected), which if inhaled through smoke can make their connection to the Force stronger, and trigger visions of the future, but unfortunately it has the nasty side effect of making the user extremely paranoid and, if used too much, can provoke the death of brain cells, leading to irreversible and even deathly brain damages, so it needs to not be used that much.

The Mandalorians of Aq Vetina, unlike the vast majority of mandos, do not paint their armor, but they decorate it with engravings.

This happens because in Vetini culture metal (of any type) is seen as the material of labor, fatigue and survival, and to honor its existence they engrave religious symbols into it, like prayers of good luck, of endurance etc. so the beskar'gam since it's made of beskar, a metal, gets the same treatment.

So instead of using the paint to showcase their life experiences, their beliefs, or their affiliations, they do so with their clothing. They all use the traditional Vetini red, and they then embroider symbols and/or writings onto the clothing. The symbols can either be Clan insignia, various mandalorian symbols, Vetini prayers, songs, names etc.

Vetini mandalorians also prefer a more sedentary type of life. No flying across the stars or fighting on battle grounds, just a rather peaceful existence on the snowy mountains of the planet.

Mando villages and Vetini villages have almost no differences between each others when it comes to life-style and routines, the few changes can be seen in how Mandalorians tend to prefer hunting trips, and celebrate more fight-based festivals, which are often a mix between traditional Vetini ones and some taken by Mandalorian culture. They also have differences in their cuisine, with the mandos often mixing the ingredients and recipes of the two cultures together, creating something entirely new in the process!

Since the first Mandalorians, that came into contact with the planet many centuries ago, followed the rule of "the helmet stays on", many Mando Vetini communities started to follow the same creed, with some changes. Like how they can take it off when in mortal peril (head injuries etc.) or in front of close family members, otherwise it stays on, especially around strangers or off-world people.

[corellianhounds]

top 5 headcanons? Your own or just faves!

GREAT question so these are just the ones off the top of my head:

1. This headcanon for Mando teaching the kid sign language, and the kid communicating back

2. Not something I came up with, but I like the idea of Luke having permanent Force-lightning scars as a result of Palpatine using it on him in RotJ

3. Personal headcanon: I think Han Solo would have taken Leia’s last name when they got married: Han (at least in the movies) had no family ties to the name ‘Solo,’ it was the name the Imperial officer gave him when he enlisted in the military to escape Corellia. It’s the perfect description for a smuggler on his own who only thinks of himself and his ship (though eventually Chewie becomes a part of The Only Things Han Solo Cares About).

The most important thing about Han Solo’s character that I think many audiences and even official creators (INCLUDING GEORGE LUCAS SOMEHOW) seem to forget is that Han’s whole character arc is that he was NOT a good guy— He BECOMES a good guy. All of the tension surrounding him in the original trilogy is based on the fact Han Solo looks out for himself. His return at the end of A New Hope is predicated on the audience being surprised that he came back.

Each movie, there was no guarantee that he would stay or stick around when the going got tough. By the end of the trilogy, Han’s character arc has ended with him choosing to be a part of something bigger and caring for people beyond himself and beyond his circle of friends. Choosing to marry Leia means choosing to remain relatively sedentary and present for her (and by extension their family, friends, and the New Republic), and besides, what better way to throw people off the scent and protect yourself from your criminal past than by marrying into the royal and political-leading family?

TLDR: Han takes Leia’s last name after they’re married because he finally has a family he chooses to tie himself to.

4. Personal headcanon: Leia does not forgive Vader for what he became, regardless of whether Luke says he redeemed himself in the end.

Leia not only saw the war he led and the atrocities he committed her entire life, he enabled/directed the destruction of her entire home planet before her very eyes. Leia loves her brother, but she cannot reconcile what Luke says about Vader being a good person with the war criminal she knew him to be.

Bonus headcanon: I think in the sequel trilogy Leia should have been the one to see a vision of her son’s future and she should have been either the catalyst for Ben Solo leaving, or she should have been the one who said she saw too much of Vader in him as an adult and he had to be killed in order to be defeated, while Luke and Han should have been the ones trying to bring him back. Luke’s character in the original trilogy was defined by compassion and mercy even towards one of the worst people the galaxy had to offer, and Han’s character was defined by the people who didn’t give up on him and whose encouragement and support and willingness to see the good in him were the reasons he was able to become a good person.

5. Personal headcanon: I’ve had the idea since 2020 that Mando’s family on Aq Vetina were part of the Disciples of the Whills. I’ve liked the idea of Mando being connected in a non-Force-sensitive way to other lore surrounding the Force, and I’ve based it on the similarities in costume design and because I think thematically, the idea of exploring the Force through a different lens than the Jedi would have made a much more interesting and compelling story in what was originally a relatively independent TV show with new characters on a much smaller scale, exploring different parts of the galaxy.

How I understand the doctrine of the Whills is that it’s more trying to understand the direction of the Force as it tries to find balance in the world, and the result of those teachings means seeing how the Force working in others is what benefits people— In Rogue One Chirrut says “May the Force of others be with you,” which I’ve interpreted as “Yes the Force exists and has an impact on life and death, but because it is the connection binding every living thing together, it’s our choices and the actions we take and the connections we form that exhibit the Force, which are what will ultimately save us in the end.” Chirrut says “The Force protected me,” and Baze Malbus says “I protected you,” and they are both right.

In the context of The Mandalorian, I wanted to see what could have happened if the show diverged from the Jedi, who to be clear were a specific order of Force sensitive followers whose primary purpose was as protectors of the galaxy— The Jedi teachings weren’t just a belief system, they were combined with a martial art and specific learned abilities that were intended to be used to protect people. That doesn’t mean their way was the only way Force-sensitives interacted with the Force.

Long story short, I wanted Mando’s potential ties to a different part of Star Wars lore to be the gateway to exploring more of the galaxy that these stories were set in. I think it would have been a lot more interesting and would have freed up the story to go whatever direction it needed without being confined to the Jedi and prior source material

[hinderr]

Buire and ade

(Parents and children)

[movietimegirl]

Thank you, Aq Vetina.

[oloreaa]

I know that there is something about how Din is apparently the family name and Djarin his first name but have you considered that canon a sandbox and I am throwing that handful out

[agentscamander-romanoff]

I just remembered about the post that Din Djarin had lost three places he called home,but I think he actually lost four.

1)The Covert in season 1

2)His home on Aq-Vetiina

3)Razor crest in season 2

4)His home on Concordia.

It is not confirmed,but the Armorer mentioned that they survived due to their presense on Concordia,but they needed to leave and I think that Concordia that is a moon of Mandalore is extremly close to it,so even if it had not been damaged in the Night of Thousand Tears,it surely was attacked later.

[dindjarindiaries]

Din Djarin has still never been angrier than he was when he thought Greef Karga's bounty hunters decimated his covert, yet those same Mandalorians turned their backs on him the moment he took off his helmet for his foundling... pain.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

tbh i really do not like the idea of din being his last name 😭 idk if its bc im not used to it but i really hope everyone still calls him din idk 😭😭

oh i am in deep, DEEP denial about that still and it's why i wrote a drabble addressing it in hopes that it would help settle my mind (you can check it out HERE) but it DID NOT make me feel better.

[theartsalsa]

Do you think Din had flashbacks when the praetorian guards showed up in all red

[sol-insidious]

Once again, courtesy of the Star Dads Discord! 💚🖤 I drew another thing for the Luke-grows-up-in-Aq-Vetina-with-Din-AU by drawing a Dinluke version of baby Anakin's opening line to Padmé in Phantom Menace.

Transcript Below!:

Luke: "Are you an angel?" Din: "What?" Luke: "An angel! I heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moons of Iego, I think." Din: "You're a funny little boy. How do you know so much?" THE END.

[merrysithmas]

din grogu is the cutest fucking thing