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auroradicit​:

Always. As if he can promise her anything close. But Bo doesn’t call him on it. Would never. He will do everything in his power to return home whole. Tonight, he has succeeded, and that is certainty enough for her to let him pull away, resume walking as he reports.

The shift from lover to strategist is seamless. But then, there is so little difference. Their riduurok is a true one, battle-forged and loyal-bound. This is no less an expression of that love, that trust.

“Happy enough to stand with us?”

Din sighs. “Not after listening to me.”

But he expected as much, given his absolute lack of understanding of the mainland. There were a few that were impassioned as he spoke, but not enough to sway the thoughts of their Elders.

Din’s fingers curl and uncurl into fists at his sides.

“You would have more sway,” he says. Unspoken is more than a Child of the Watch.

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@alongtimeago sent: " Of course I remembered! I remember everything about you! " ► from here.

The embarrassment Din feels is nothing compared to the joy of being able to spend time with Grogu again.

“I see that,” he says aloud, pretending the backs of his eyes aren’t going hot with emotion. Damn it, though, if he hadn’t missed the weight of his son in his arms, or the gentle press of his fingers to his temple whenever he thought to communicate.

“...you didn’t have to get me this much fruit, though.”

Because the basket that Artoo had dropped off by the N-1 is huge. Din doesn’t know what to do with all the sweets in there, even if fruits are some of his favourite things to eat-- he supposes the stories of his childhood on Concordia made an impact on Grogu, even if he’d only ever told them to him as passing bedtime stories.

“This isn’t all gonna fit on the ship, ad’ika.”

#alongtimeago #( thread. ) #008. #tbobf spoilers

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lowerqualityrp​:

Jonesy chuckles fondly as he gazes at the little, green scalp scattered with white fuzz.

“Yeah, that’s our boy,” he murmurs lovingly before looking back up once more. He lets out a soft sigh, hating only just getting him back for him to leave almost immediately. “I’d ask if you want company, but I’m pretty sure the Seven would blow their lids if I left their sight. Isn’t trust great?”

“It doesn’t sound like they trust you,” Din observes bluntly.

Then he realises that was the point. “Oh.”

It’s funny, though. He’d have thought that John’s relationship with the Seven would be better than this, given all he’d sacrificed to give them another shot at “saving reality”. But perhaps one’s word doesn’t mean so much around here.

“Why do they doubt you?” Din asks, one hand taking John’s as he leads him into their dwelling.

#[ me doing story quests earlier with din: heh... canon review ] #lowerqualityrp #( lowerqualityrp: jonesy. ) #( thread. ) #( au: fortnite. ) #006.

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lowerqualityrp​:

Normally, Issa’d push a matter if someone ignored it, but she’s promised to play nicer. Besides, from everything Cobb’s learned, the Mandalorian’s seem to be a very private people.

“They have. Cobb’s even learned the language almost fluently to help maintain the ties himself. There’s a sort of ambassador from each side, but I’m sure you know how he can be when it comes to maintaining the peace.”

“Yes,” the Mandalorian agrees, his tone just on the edge of turning fond. “I do.”

Following Issa-Or along, he’s comfortable in the silence as they walk together. The sand’s familiar under his heavy boots, and the whir of his helm’s temperature regulators continues with gusto.

It’s only when they reach the Weequay’s bar that the Mandalorian stops in his tracks. It’s only then that he realises, and then clarifies, “The Marshall speaks their language now?”

#[ remember when we said din called cobb his spouse so the tuskens would be nicer to him ] #lowerqualityrp #( lowerqualityrp: issa or. ) #( thread. ) #004.

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i-am-no-jedi-tano​:

     The childish giggle she gave at how poorly he did the first time was on purpose. Sometimes a little bullying was just what one needed to get themselves in gear, to try again and again.

 Something Anakin taught her for what felt like a lifetime ago…

 Not to say she didn’t feel sorry for him though. Hell, she was ready to shrug and leave the poor man be, leave him to his thoughts. But before she could he heard the stubbornness in his voice as he pleaded to try again. Quite a strong will for a man who didn’t even want the saber to begin with. Was that resolve she heard in his voice? Huh. Even if she couldn’t see his face, she could hear it. “….Very well.” The faint smile she gave was a rare one. One she reserved for only those she truly respected.

With that she rose her hand and shoved it forwards, sending bullet like stones whirling in the air at faster speeds and with awe clear on her face managed to slice a few out of the way, protecting himself better than last time. He was starting to find his center, his posture more focused as he deflected the attacks of earth his way.

“Good, good.” Ahsoka mused with an impressed head nod. He was quick learner indeed. She could sense it too. His mind was less clouded, his emotion no longer teetering on stress or anxiety. “Not bad at all.”

When the second barrage was done she let the remaining rocks fall around them, giving the Mandalorian a smile as she slid off her boulder to walk to his side. “You did well. Not bad at all. You bend with it’s weight better. Does it feel slightly lighter now?” Ahsoka asked. With a nod she’d beckon one of her own sabers to her palm with the force, catching it with ease and shifting into an offensive position, gesturing to match her movements. 

“Its becoming apart of you now. Your saber must be an extension of yourself.” She explained,  lighting her saber and letting it’s white light shine in mimic of the black one in his grip. The former Jedi moved her arms slowly, waving the illuminated blade from side to side and watching him to do the same. “Get use to it’s flow, feel it’s weight till it feels as light as your own hands. Control. Focus.” She murmured.

The Mandalorian shakes his head. “I don’t know if it feels lighter.” Truthfully, he’d done his best not to think of the Darksabre at all. The meaning behind it is too heavy, the history that comes with it more pieces to the Creed than he’d ever thought he could hold in one hand. There’s so much of his people he still has to learn, more still that he’ll never learn if he never cleanses himself of the sin he’d made, and the stories of the Darksabre are part of that.

“To be honest,” he starts, the blade retracted and the hilt held reverently in his hand, “I was counting on it being heavy.”

And he’d adjusted his own movements to go along with that.

The Armourer had told him he was too weak to control the blade, a fact he couldn’t deny given all he’d forsaken when he removed his helm in the presence of others. A weak Mandalorian couldn’t ever hope to control their weapon; in that sense, he’d only followed its lead. But even he knows such solutions are temporary, and Ahsoka Tano is right.

“How long did it take?” he asks, turning to gaze at the Jedi’s blade. His helm lifts when he looks at her face after. “For you to be so skilled with that?”

#iamnojeditano #( thread. ) #007.

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grumpy/sunshine trope prompts!

naturally these are shippy and soft and i'm honestly so honored that someone asked and trusted me to do these, so i hope y'all enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them!

from the grump

" i know i can be an asshole, but... you always see the good in me. "

" only YOU could convince me to do something like this! "

" don't make this weird, but... i saw this in the store. figured you'd like it. "

" nobody's ever made me feel the way you do. "

" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "

" why do you stick around with a misery-guts like me? "

" you're the lighthouse in the fog, guiding me to shore... "

" i'm trying so hard, but... i can't stop myself from falling in love with you. "

" i love you... oh, damn it, don't look at me, i'm all red... "

" i don't really smile much. not unless you're around, it seems. "

" no. no way, no way in hell am i doing that. no! no... aw, fine... "

" how are you so happy all the time? "

" oh jeez... nobody's ever made me laugh like that in a long, long time. "

" i don't think i wanna know a world without your smiles. "

" i never feel like this grumpy asshole when you're around. i feel like... me. the real me... "

" hey, now... i'm not going anywhere. i'm gonna stay right here. right with you. "

" whoa... hey, now, who made you cry? where'd they go? "

" don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. "

" um... if you don't mind, i think i'd like a hug now. if that's okay... "

" the world just... feels right. when you're with me. "

from the sunshine

" i love it when you smile! i wish you'd do it all the time... "

" you have a really good smile, you know that? "

" see? i knew there was a soft heart under all that grumbling! "

" admit it. you had FUN today! "

" i want to know you. the REAL you. so let's go somewhere that makes you feel happy. "

" you can't get rid of me that easily. i'm gonna be here every day to remind you how wonderful you are! "

" you know me. you... you see me. i'm never totally myself unless i'm with you. "

" everyone else always sees this ridiculously happy, over excited, naive little baby who needs protecting. but... never you. you've always seen the real me. i guess that's what i love the most about you. "

" why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "

" you make me smile. and laugh. i feel happy when i'm with you! is that so hard to believe? "

" don't be so stubborn! take my coat/scarf! "

" come on! dance with me! "

" who'd have thought you'd be such a softie! "

" your smiles are like shooting stars. really rare, and really beautiful. "

" don't go. please? just... we can share the bed. i just don't want to be alone right now, if you don't mind... "

" we all have our flaws. you stayed with me in spite of mine. now i'm doing the same... "

" we're two sides of the same coin. right? "

" well, they do say opposites attract... "

" of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! "

#[ din is the grump :| #grump/grump pairs are fine too though hahah ] #( meme. )

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i-am-no-jedi-tano​:

     “Yes, but now your grip is off. You need balance, comfort in your control. You weigh yourself down with your doubt and uncertainty. To wield this saber you must have an unclouded mind.” Ahsoka cocked her her head to side, squinting azure orbs at him as if looking past the armor and into his very soul. “Your mind is so full of noise. Calm yourself. Let go of your worries and find your center.’‘ She mused with a nod. 

He had potential, much like Grogu but such skill was buried under frustrations and worry for his foundling. Hmm, perhaps he needed more motivation.

Now that gave her an idea. With a smirk she lifted her hand, her palm risen skywards. With the action arose many rocks from the ground, hovering in place for now, but given her mischievous smirk they wouldn’t be so for long. “How can you protect the young one if you cannot protect yourself, I wonder?” In an instant the barrage of stones and rocks suddenly where being hurled his way at all directions. 

The Mandalorian would need to think quickly to protect himself, be calm and cautious of his surrounding in time to figure out which stone was closest to hitting him.

There are no words for the strange, child-like anxiety that rises in him with the lift of the rocks. “Wait--”

And, sure enough, the repeated thunk of rocks against beskar starts to echo around them as soon as Ahsoka Tano releases her barrage.

The Mandalorian is clumsy in his swings. He’s used to defending with the plates of his armour and moves his body like he intends to block with them, but the added weight of the Darksabre in his left hand slows him down. He blocks not with his vambraces, but with his breastplate because of his lack of speed; it rattles his ribcage and makes him grunt inside the helmet.

“Dank farrik,” he swears when there’s a lull in activity. In the storm of rocks he’d only managed to block one. The shame roils his stomach.

Calm yourself, Ahsoka Tano says, like it’s easy. How can he when he hasn’t seen Grogu in what feels like an eternity?

He thinks of her taunt, though-- how can he protect the little one if he fails to protect himself? The Darksabre, whether he’s wanted it or not, has become his to wield. The hopes and dreams of his people are resting on his shoulders. The Mandalorian thinks he might suffocate under all that weight, but he focuses on the thought of Grogu’s smile, on the thought of his home before the Purge, on becoming something for them...

His feet space apart. He grips his sabre, fingers curled around it firm without desperation.

“Once more,” he says, meeting Ahsoka Tano’s gaze. “Please.”

Which isn’t to say the next time is perfect. Rocks certainly still plunk against his armour. But the Mandalorian remembers the weight of the sword in his hands and swings it thinking of that issue in timing, blocking more than he did before.

#iamnojeditano #( thread. ) #007. #[ sorry for the length LOL no need to match #idk where this came from uhhHHHH ]

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I CAN PIN YOU IN WARM...

this is a canon-compliant din djarin rp blog :) heres his wiki. ill rp with most anyone, just dont be an asshole and make sure you can look me in the T-visor and tell me “fiction does not affect reality if youre able to think critically about it” without lying

respectfully i have no interest in watching bobf or the wider star wars TV universe but i hope everyone else enjoys it. i can write with muses from them no problem tho 😀👍

navi: about / threads / memes / icon / banner

#[ also for shipping/smut my din doesn't bottom y'all stay safe <3 ]

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“Ad’ika,” Din breathes, coming down on one knee with one hand held out for the little one to take, “I’ve missed you, too.”

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#[ SOBBING INTO MY HANDS ] #alongtimeago #( thread. ) #008. #[ IVE MISSED U AND DINS MISSED GROGU AND #AUUUUGHHHHHH FEELS GREAT TO BE IN UR PRESENCE AGAIN MAGI ILY ]

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@i-am-no-jedi-tano sent: "Your stance is all off you know." Ahsoka mused with a quiet chuckle when she came upon the armored man training with the dark saber itself. It'd been a long time since she last saw that blade. "It's half the reason you feel it's weight most keenly." With a shrug she'd lean back on the boulder she now called her perch. ''Realign your footing, your feet need to be more spread apart." The former Jedi advised.

Ahsoka Tano would not train his Foundling, but for some reason she’s decided to help him.

The Mandalorian won’t say he understands her reasoning. He’s given up trying to understand these wizards and their work with the Force. But he remembers the blades she’d fought with the last time they met, and as he considers the Darksabre that hangs like a mighty weight from his left hand-- the duty of it, the meaning of it-- he supposes he better learn how to use it sooner rather than later.

His T-visor turns to meet Ahsoka Tano’s gaze, and with a little roll of his shoulders he does as told. With his feet spread apart, the Mandalorian does his best to relax-- he’s used to moving weapons as needed, to being in control and moving his body as fluidly as necessary, but this blasted sword throws him off in too many ways for him to fight the Mandalorian way.

It hurts to think about. (He doesn’t dwell on it too long.)

“Is this correct?” he prompts. Both hands wrap around the Darksabre’s hilt, tight with uncertainty.

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rbeljedi​:

His lack of visible injury might just as easily speak to spending a great amount of time in a bacta tank, but that certainly wasn’t something Luke would have advertised in any case.  

“Maybe his Force training will help him with his endurance.” He says, turning to watch the little one riding the droid – just like the mythosaur Artoo had played at before.  

“A Jedi can call on the strength of the Force to enhance their physical being – strength, speed, stamina.  All strong skills for a Mandalorian to have as well…”

“I thought so,” the Mandalorian says, his helm turning from the sight of Grogu’s easy joy to contemplate Luke at his side instead. “I remember watching you fight...”

The admission feels like too much, though, so he drops the topic. Luke’s deft hand and equally ethereal movement aren’t things that he has any right to spend too much time thinking of.

“The energy of all that surrounds you must pack a pretty big punch.”

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mangfaldig​:

He pays the utmost attention,  even going so far as to repeat the gestures and murmur to himself exactly what to do.   This feels like a science and it’s one he wants to memorize,  as much for himself as the man signing.   If it could mean helping Mandalorians he crosses as well and gaining their trust,  he’s all for it.   The more people he helps,  the more worthwhile he feels. And then Din translates and he freezes. Darling.   It’s so sweet it makes heat rush to his cheeks,  enough his hands come up to cover them like he’s a Victorian maiden.   He licks his own lips before smiling,  hands trembling as he repeats the new word taught to him.    ❝ Thank you,  cyare,  for the lesson. ❞   He feels he’ll be using this particular lesson frequently.

Aldo’s hands come up, and the sight of this universal sign of shy embarrassment has Din smiling without a thought. He’s lovely, like this. He’s always lovely-- in Din’s passenger seat, by Din’s side, when he’s working and needs an extra pair of hands.

Sometimes he wishes he were better with words. Aldo’s clear pleasure with the term of affection comforts him, though.

“Show me once more,” Din signs, as if the pride in his eyes isn’t enough proof Aldo’s already done well. “Slower.”

Maybe it’s selfish of him to ask. But maybe Din doesn’t care much about selfishness, really. He’d like to think he deserves one good thing in his life that’s just for him... even if it’s mostly inspired by the way Aldo’s fingers had shook with sheepish gratitude.

#mangfaldig #( mangfaldig: aldo. ) #( thread. ) #( au: modern. ) #005. #[ im thinking #theyve had Moments but arent #physically intimate besides hugs? #maybe aldo's shared his bed in the back of his truck HAHAHAHA ] #[ in like ... but there's only one bed TM style ]

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rbeljedi​:

“Flash cards,” He muses, smiling at the thought.  “I’m sure they’ve been very helpful to him.”  He’s glad they’ve been well, also, and the Mandalorian’s quip about his getting into trouble makes him chuckle. 

“Oh– you know how it goes…” He jokes back; “Never a dull moment.”

“Mm.” The memories of what he’d done with Luke, the adventures and action and the simplicity of Life Day...

The Mandalorian nods. “I’ll believe it.”

After all, from Luke’s lack of visible injury or wear or tear, it’s easy to believe the Jedi remains the safest person in the galaxy.

“Mando’a aside” -- his arms cross over his chestplate -- “I’ve been helping the little one train.” The Mandalorian turns on his heel, watching where Grogu has managed to hop onto Artoo and ride him. “No combat, yet. But endurance.

“He’s been looking forward to more Force lessons, though.”

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lowerqualityrp​:

The Marshal looks over at the Mandalorian as he notices the sheet’s pulled back and offers a polite smile and shrug. “When I’m making stew or soup, yeah, usually. Easier to have it cooked through so I don’t have to keep the oven on as long as often, and it lasts through the week fortunately.”

He ladles more into the bowl before handing it back to his guest.

“Though, seems like I’m going to have to put up another pot later on,” he adds playfully.

“You asked if I was hungry.”

And, granted, Din is almost always hungry. But whereas most people would receive a quiet apology for the inconvenience, he knows Cobb well enough not to be too concerned about eating his stock. Cobb never thinks him a burden. Cobb tends to want him around.

“...I can help cook, though.”

With his bowl returned and another serving smack dab in the middle of it, the routine is the same: click, hiss, slurp. Delicious.

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lowerqualityrp​:

“Maybe not, but…” he trails off, not wanting to worry Din, especially so soon after their reunion. He’ll tell him about Slone and being taken in by the IO later. “I just really hate it when we’re apart, that’s all.”

He lets out a soft sigh and pulls back just enough to look into his visor where he knew his eyes to be. “How’s Grogu? Is he napping?”

He brings his hand down to the satchel at his side, gently patting the top of Grogu’s head. Besides the slight twitch of those big ears he doesn’t move, and Din sighs in something like comfort before turning to John once more. “Yes.

“The Scientist has given another set of directives,” he says. “I’m to guide a few more Loopers tomorrow.”

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lowerqualityrp​:

It’s comforting, having someone around to share time and company with. He may not be able to see the man, but the soft sounds are enough to put a sense of ease in him.

Cobb’s only about halfway done with his soup when he hears Mando speak up.

“Yeah, absolutely.”

He gets up and, while ensuring he was looking in the opposite direction, reaches his hand out to grab the bowl.

By the time Din’s parted the sheet enough to touch Cobb’s palm with his gloves and set the bowl in it, he’s already got his helmet back on. The absolute dedication in not looking at him warms him nevertheless.

“Thank you.”

And then the sheet is pulled back.

“Do you often cook so many portions?”

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lowerqualityrp​:

“You’ve got it, partner,” Cobb hums and sits down comfortably. “Let me know if there’s something else I can get you, alright?”

As he hears the hiss of the helm being removed, he gazes downwards as if it’ll further avoid seeing Mando’s face. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. Smells sweeter than it is, but it’s still pretty lovely.

“Usually what I drink when I find myself turning to the bottle a bit too often.”

Din makes a low hum in response. He’s quiet when he eats, but the gentle scrape of the spoon against an empty bowl makes it more than clear that he’d wolfed it down with significant tenacity.

His stomach still rumbles. Cobb said he could ask for anything, though. So Din peers at the sheet out of the corner of his eye, then back down at the bowl.

“May I have seconds?”

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