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It is our legitimate right as fans to see this become Canon.
I honestly have no understanding about what any of this is.
Pedro Pascal being cute 🥺🤘🏻
this reminds me of when din calmed the blurrg down on s1 mando 😭😭❤️
he tiny but mighty
din: grogu, when i tell you to stop eating frog eggs you gotta stop, okay?
grogu: i just a baby
din: *dying inside* but you still gotta stop okay?
grogu: I JUST A BABY!!!
My brother commissioned this from me for Christmas, and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! I especially love how Bo-Katan’s armor turned out. it’s so crispy, man. I want to paint armor all the time now!!
I do like characters who do not exhibit any hint of sexuality in any way because they’re too busy being tormented by the narrative. like “yea I might be gay or whatever but the labyrinth is growing so I can’t worry about that shit rn”
I love the Mandalorian language so much I can not fathom it
i am afraid i’ll never recover from this. THE MATCHING HEAD TILT?!?!
(we’re getting married people)
AND THIS ANNOUNCEMENT ON THE SAME DAY?!?!
A MANDALORIAN MOVIE!!!!!!
im hyperventilating. i simply am too excited there’s too much happening in my brain to process this information rn. i NEED din djarin like i need air to breathe
possible helmetless!din screen time????
LOVE Grogu aka Baby Yoda aka The Child (well the whole show lol)!
THE MANDALORIAN APPRECIATION WEEK ✯ Day 7 Free choice: THE MANDALORIAN: A summary
LOVE these two!
“I'll see you again. I promise.”
had to redraw the scene that made me cry the most! program: procreate
Really proud of this mandalorian OC I drew a little while back
“tv doesn’t make me emotional” me when I lie
He’s crying under the helmet and y’all know it
Doctor: you have 18 minutes left to live. Use your time wisely.
Me:
Helmet - A Mandalorian Story
Author: mae-the-4th
Fandom: The Mandalorian/Star Wars
Timing: A few weeks after Season 1 of The Mandalorian
Warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff and a bit of angst
Author's Note: It's about time I wrote a new story! Felt like doing a Mandalorian one. I hope I do these characters justice. Please feel free to correct anything I may have gotten wrong. Enjoy!
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The Razor Crest was quiet, the humming of the engines the only noise. The kid was asleep in his box, and Din could finally have a moment to himself.
His helmet stood proudly next to the bowl of soup on the table, silently judging the walls and ceiling of the ship. It's owner sat behind it, bare-headed, sipping soup and thinking over what the Armourer had said just those few weeks back.
She had told him that the Child was a foundling - specifically, his foundling. He would protect it, care for it, perhaps train it someday.
In other words, Din Djarin, fierce Mandalorian warrior, fearing throughout the galaxy, was a father.
Din was certainly familiar with the Mandalorian foundling program - he had been one himself, many years ago. Any child alone and without a family, the Mandalorians would take them in as one of their own, no questions asked.
This is the Way.
Din rubbed his temples and sighed. He had always been aware that he might be in charge of his own foundling one day - but not so suddenly or under such circumstances. Yet he couldn't find any regret or reluctance in him faced with looking after the kid. The womp rat was useful in a tough spot - the fact that Din was sitting in his ship, alive, was proof of that fact. And, yes, the kid was cute. Din could admit he had a soft spot for the green creature, anyone could see that. In a recent hologram transmission with Cara, she had pointed out that exact fact herself.
The almost daily transmissions with Nevarro was a distraction both occupants of the Razor Crest looked forward to. Greef Karga would update Din on the latest events - constantly praising Cara on her job as his enforcer, even though she protested that she was just doing her job. Her modesty was definitely something Din liked about her. Usually, Din and Cara would take up the most time during the transmission, chatting long into the night about recent events, the kid, and past battles. Occasionally, when topics were particularly hard, they would both break out a bottle of spotchka. On one of those nights, Cara had admitted to Din that it was nice to talk about past battles with him. That it brought some sort of closure for her, in a way. After almost no hesitation, Din agreed. He told her that he trusted her, both with his life, and with his past. He told her things that he'd never told anyone before.
He told her about his family. He told her about his life before he put on his helmet.
And Cara, recognising his trust in her, replied with stories of her life on Alderaan. Of her dream to be a healer before she became a killer.
Any time these stories came out into the open, Din slept easy that night, knowing her could trust his comrade, his best friend.
Din sighed again, rubbing the stubble on his chin. It was late, or at least the clock that showed Nevarro time told him it was. Din quickly finished his soup, reaching for his helmet-
And froze. And stared.
The kid stared back.
Din's eyes flickered down to his helmet, the visor accusing. His eye jerked back to the kid, breath hitching. Wide brown eyes flitted over Din's features and his wrinkled forehead furrowed.
An eternity later, Din finally found a way to work his mouth.
"Kid," he croaked. "Um-"
His voice seemed to have jostled the kid from his scrutiny, because the child took a step forward, a big grin on his face and holding out hands to be picked up. Not knowing what to do, Din just stared at him - until he thunked his helmet down onto the table and flopped onto his chair, his head in his hands. Fingers gripped dark hair and Din realised his hands were shaking. The kid toddled over and grabbed his leg.
"Da?"
Din barely heard him. All he could think about was how he had broken his oath - how he betrayed the last few remaining members of his Creed. He had let a living creature see his bare face.
"Da?"
His whole life was now a lie. Every ounce of respect he had worked for was now gone. He could never place his helmet back onto his head. He could never call himself a Mandalorian again.
"Da!"
Din peered through his fingers down at the kid. Tiny arms clung to his leg and he stared up at the man. The grin that was there before had vanished, confusion and worry replacing it. Din slowly reached down and picked the kid up.
"Don't worry about me kid. You shouldn't have to worry. That's my job as a father."
Father.
He was the kid's father.
Din choked back a sudden laugh, a disbelieving smile adorning his face. The kid cocked his head.
"I'm your dad! We're literally family! No rules about helmets there." The kid gurgled. "That means I can put it back on, kid. That means I can still be me." Din looked over at his discarded helmet. Unconsciously he tightened his grip on his kid, hugging him to his chest. The little womp rat smooshed his face into his shoulder in reply, a giggle escaping him. Leaning back and reaching up, Din's kid ran a three-fingered hand over his father's face, feeling the stubble on his chin. His hand moved upwards to the mustache - and pulled.
"Ow!" Din laughed. "That hurts, kid. But honestly, I don't mind much. It's about time you saw the real me."
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FIN
This is the Way
Coffee shop AU where Boba Fett owns a café called “Boba’s Tea” where they obviously sell boba, Polynesian treats, latte art, assorted pastries and is home to the following employees...
A single dad with a shady past attending community college classes at night for a degree in linguistics who works in the café to help support his very quiet son, Grogu (Gregory who can’t pronounce his own name) with deep olive skin.
A former military sniper turned chef who served with Boba in a civil war they refuse to ever speak of again and takes her kitchen cleanliness as seriously as she does the condition of her knife collection.
An Instagram influencer with multiple medals in martial arts who has a food content TikTok where she displays her latte art whenever she isn’t being yelled at for being on her phone, but with all the business her two and a half million followers bring in? Boba feels it’s a worthy compromise.
A tech/engineering major with an on-call IT job during the week and teaches Taekwondo on Saturdays. Helped Boba set up a website for the café, an espresso machine broke while he was there and fixed it in no time. Now, the “tech wiz” can work his magic every time the single dad “accidentally” breaks something else in the café for an excuse to see him again. He also occasionally babysits Grogu and teaches him how to code and a little martial arts to occupy his little brain.
And last but certainly not least, a divorced man who was a police officer in his younger days, turned barista in his retirement and loving every minute of it except for when he sees “them damn skateboarding kids” ruining the curbs outside with their wax or trying to track down the “dirt bags” who tagged the alley wall with “death watch” graffiti consistent with a local gang.
Soooo I just realized that I only ever posted the sketch version of this? So here it is, the full colored version. Ta-da.
