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goingxmissing · 1 day
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📷 quadrant
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general-ida-raven · 2 days
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I still can’t believe that someone canonically called a lightsaber a laser sword and of course it was Hunter
Kanan and I’m fairly sure Din did too. Must be a dad thing.
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orcasoul · 2 days
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Din Djarin Headcanons:
Touch starved Din
A/N: Our poor tin can man is so deprived of human touch it breaks my heart. He deserves some love and affection xxx
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It started so unexpectedly. The odd, accidental brush of an arm or leg while passing each other in the confined areas of the Razor Crest, the delicate meeting of fingertips when passing Grogu back and forth, the playful shove you would give him when he accidentally startles you as he quietly approaches from behind. He'd spent most of his life honing his skills as a Mandalorian, and after years of stealthily hunting people down, approaching quietly is second nature to Din.
He doesn't do it on purpose, but if it means more personal contact with you, then it's definitely worth it. Din can't remember the last time someone had touched him - not counting the physical altercations with bounties or enemies - until you came along. He hadn't realised just how much he needed the soothing tenderness of your touch, something warm and natural.
It had awakened a deep and dormant longing within him, and he'd noticed that the more comfortable you became around him, the more intimate those moments became. Weather it be his hand finding the small of your back in crowded places, or your hand, gently squeezing his shoulder when you bid him goodnight. Din had come to yearn for your touch.
Even through the worn leather of his gloves and the thickness of his flight suit, the warmth of your being would find it's way into his pores, spreading throughout his limbs and filling him with a sense of serenity he rarely experienced. You are like a drug to him. The more he has, the more he wants, needs, craves!
That's why when the faulty wires he was fiddling with zapped him and burned through his glove, he made no attempt to stop you as you removed his glove to inspect the burn. Din's breath gets stuck in his chest as his brain registers the feel of your skin against his for the first time.
Your hands are soft, so soft, skin like velvet, holding his much larger and calloused hand so delicately while applying a bacta patch over the charred area. Thank the maker for his helmet, lest you see how his eyes slowly close in contentment at your attentive ministrations. How can just a simple touch have such an affect on him?
But then again, it's not just a simple touch, it's your touch. Something sacred to him, something that is uniquely you in every way. It grounds him, unsettles him, calms him, frightens him all at once. He can't make any sense of it. Din's eyes open at the sensation of your fingers slipping inside his open palm and your thumb, slowly and ever so lightly caressing the back of his hand, a 'There all better,' whispered lovingly.
That's when he sees it. The longing in your eyes, the small smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth while you maintain a gentle grip of his hand. Maybe you need to feel him too? There's very little Din knows about your past, never pushing for more information than you're willing to divulge. But from what he's been able to piece together, it hasn't been a happy one, and maybe all this time you've been longing for human contact as much as he has.
Din's heart thumps against his rib cage, uncertainty taking root in the pit of his stomach. This is new territory for you both. There is an undeniable shift in the air, thrumming with anticipation. Your other hand reaches for his still gloved one, bringing it to rest next to the other already in your lap, eyes asking a silent 'can I?'
Din swallows thickly, answering with a slow nod. With a reassuring smile, you pull off the remaining glove and place it by your feet. He tries his best to control his nerves as your soft palms and slender fingers continue to explore his hands, tracing over scars that stand out slightly paler against the rich tan of his skin.
Without even realising it, his hands have begun to stroke yours. He marvels at how much smaller they are than his, so delicate looking, fitting so perfectly inside his own. He languidly slides his hands along your wrists and up to your elbows, his entire body alive with electricity and want. Your closed eyes and faint sigh is enough of an indicator for him to continue.
His fingers tremble, slightly as he works his way up to your forearms, then to your shoulders, stopping at the base of your neck. Your next move almost causes Din's heart to stop, as you calmly take a hold of both of his hands and bring them to cup your cheeks, leaning your face to the side so your lips are brushing against his fingers. He could die right now and he'd be a happy man!
He wants you to know how much you've come to mean to him, but words were never his strong point, so he'll show you instead. With a feather light hold on your face he gingerly pulls you to met him halfway as he lowers his helmet, bringing his forehead to rest against yours.
Din had once explained what this gesture means in Mandalorian culture, and the fact that you are now returning that gesture confirms what he had begun to hope; That you want him as much as he wants you. Foreheads still joined together, Din whispers "My Cyare."
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eggdrawsthings · 26 days
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sketch dump
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the-djarin-clan · 1 year
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salome-c · 1 year
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The Mandalorian Incorrect quotes.
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pianju · 1 year
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my favorite genre is stupid idiot fathers protecting their stupid idiot little children
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lil-ace-of-spades · 6 months
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When your dads are flirting in front of you, but you are just a 50-yr old baby and take things to mean literally
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pinkiemme · 4 months
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Advent day 15: Mando and Grogu cozy times!
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cass-hues · 1 year
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✨Hope everyone has a wonderful May the 4th!! ✨
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tsuyonpuu · 10 months
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My headcanon is that Luke leaves incredibly unhinged messages without considering someone else might hear it haha
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assiraphales · 1 year
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I love that din djarin essentially just flies around the galaxy doing errands w his baby & just constantly stumbles into the middle of a mess. he just wanted to wake up his pal IG-11 and ended up taking out an entire faction of space pirates. he accidentally won the dark saber in a duel and ruined bo katans life. he just needs a part for this/that and now he’s involved in a civil war. whoops!
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eggdrawsthings · 1 year
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🤏🐸💚.
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onichangiri · 1 year
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Pedro Pascal at the Metgala 2023 with his slutty little knee 🫠
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stardads · 1 year
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They BOTH taught him that
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azertyrobaz · 1 year
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The color red. A door closing. Behind it your worst nightmare.
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