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azertyrobaz · 2 years
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I said, hey!
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The only purpose of Din’s cape is for Grogu to look really really really adorable
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dindjarindiaries · 1 year
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Never forget that Din Djarin once said “May the Force be the with you”
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cinemgc · 4 months
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The Mandalorian (2ª Temp.)
Episodio 2: “Chapter 10: The Passenger“
• Dirección: Peyton Reed
• Guión: Jon Favreau
• Cinematografía: Barry Baz Idoine
• Cast: Pedro Pascal
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nimata-beroya · 2 years
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Cuddling Time with Buir
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intothecocoverse · 5 months
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Another day watching The Mandalorian, another day knowing that I will die for Grogu.
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I'm watching season 1 of the mandalorian and omg I cant believe how quickly Din turns into a dad, once he escapes with grogu he is FULLY ready to just chill on a random planet taking care of him for who knows how long, I love it
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cobbssecondbelt · 1 year
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I know we are all worried about the pacing of this season's plot, but let's not forget the past two seasons weren't much different.
The "real action" always started only towards the sixth episode (with Greef's holocall in s1 and Grogu's kidnapping in s2). Before that, we had a general idea of what the quest was, but the stakes weren't too high. Heck, the main antagonist of the show was only introduced in the seventh episode of season 1. The first half of a season usually takes its time with side quests and little hints and installements and then it really delivers in the last 3 episodes.
So yeah, season 3 feels like it's dragging a little bit and the plot sure is less clear than in the precedent seasons, but it's not exactly a huge change from what we've seen in the past.
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moon-sang · 2 years
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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʟᴀᴄ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
Series Masterlist
CHAPTER 9 / CHAPTER 11
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SUMMARY: You live with Din on the Razor Crest. You babysit the kid and he gives you shelter and food… It was a good deal. Little did Din or the other Mandalorian’s know what you truly were, and just how dangerous you could be.
WARNINGS: Mature language, fear, general violence, pls tell me if I miss anything.
~ heavily inspired by marvel. 
A/N: This chapter kinda goes against the plot of the series as I skipped a few episodes and removed a person or two from this but it still follows the plot of an episode - I can do that tho, this in Fanfiction 😉
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Chapter 10: The Betrayal
“The crest needs repairs” you confirm after your quick sweep. “It doesn’t look like she’s gonna last much longer in this condition, what’s the closest planet?” You ask, hand resting on Din’s arm rest. “Mon Cala…is the closest.” He replies, manoeuvring the Crest through space “Mon Cala? We should look somewhere else, at least a local moon, they’ll rip you off and give you a shit repair.” You admit, recalling your past experiences there.  “Yes…but a reliable recourse has told me that others of my kind were spotted on that planet, they may know who to give the kid to… so I need to go there anywa-“ Din cuts himself off when everything in the ship shuts off. Levers got stuck where they were, and the familiar flashing of multiple buttons became nonexistent. The Crest went completely dark with the lights busted. You decide it was probably best to make your way to your seat and buckle up, to be safe. Din slams his palms on every button he can get to, but to no avail. “I told you she wouldn’t last much longer.” You mumble, voice echoing through the deadly silent ship. Din sighs, not giving up on trying to get everything back online. Then the Crest drops. And I mean it drops. It takes your stomach along with it as it falls through the clouds. “Hold on!” Din yells through the harsh thrash of the wind slamming into the windows of the Crest. Your hands grip the armrest of your seat impossibly tighter and it creaks under the pressure of your fingers. As you neared the landing platform of Mon Cala, everything conveniently came back online and transmissions came through, one over the other. “Razor Crest, slow down, you are going too fast.” A robotic lady repeats multiple times. “I’m trying!” Din yells, pulling as hard as he can on the levers. You decide to help and hold one lever in pace, whilst Din focused pulling the other, backwards to slow the Crest down. It seemed like forever, until Din got it, and the lever was freed of being stuck in place. The crest instantly slows down and you stumble forward at the impact. “Here we go, nice and easy.” Din reassures, as he landed on the platform, gently. You let out a sigh of relief, in tune with Din, when the legs of the Crest made a stable contact with the ground. That was until the ship fell into the ocean of water next to the landing platform. For a few moments all you could see was a thick blue and foam bubbles forming, until shortly after, when the Mon calamari pulled the ship out. The Crest was absolutely covered in seaweed. It was draped all over the windows, and wrapped around the whole ship. You wouldn’t be surprised if the kelp made its way into the engine.
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“Can you fix it?” Were Din’s first words to the docking man. “Fix it?” The calamari scoffs. “Naah, but I can make it fly.” He prompts. “Do what you can.” Din dryly says, chucking him a generous pouch of creds. “I’ll fuel it up!” He shouts as you and Din begin to walk away, the child hovering closely behind. “If it still holds fuel.” You distinctly hear him snark.
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The three of you make your way to what you can only assume as the town square. Din strolled about, taking in his surroundings. It left you alone with your thoughts. You were hungry. Really hungry. It had been a while since you last ate, and after what happened in the covert, you were rather drained. You were good at hiding it though, the kid on the other hand, was a gurgling and squirming mess in his cot. “I know you’re hungry.” You whisper to him, hand intertwining with his tiny claws. “We’ll get you something to eat.” Din promises, suddenly behind you. You offer him a faint smile before returning your attention to Grogu. The child’s tiny arm outstretched and a small finger pointed in one direction. Your eyes followed his finger, along with Din’s visor, till, what he was pointing at, came into sight. “A restaurant!” You cheerfully exclaim. “let’s go.” The Mandalorian huffs, before leading the way to the food court.
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“Have a seat over there.” A red calamari states, carelessly pointing a finger to a table in the corner. You and Din follow his directions and take a seat. The Mandalorian lifts Grogu onto a chair before settling down himself. “What can I get ya?”
“Nothing for me, two bowls of chowder for my friends.” Din blankly states, gesturing to the two of you. “These seats are scarce, buddy, everyone seated needs to eat.” The Calamari insists. “I can buy something else.” Din offers. He goes silent for a moment as his fingers dip into his pocket and fish for what you assumed was credits. “Information.” He continues, sliding a thick pile of creds on the table.
“Have you seen others that look like me?” Mando gets straight to the point. The Mon calamari sighs, reaching for a tube above you. “Others, with beskar have been through here.” He whispers, whilst filling both of your bowls with a thick white liquid. “Who can take me to them?” The Mandalorian asks as the calamari goes to fill your bowl. “I know someone who might help.”
Quickly the red calamari scurried over to another table, and began to converse with a Quarren. The babbles and gurgles of protest from the kid, made you break eye contact with the octopus like creature. Wrapped securely around his little green face was an octopus. Before you could do anything, Din pokes it with his viroblade, causing it to splosh back into the bowl. “Don’t play with your food.” He says.
Soon after the Quarren took a seat at your table. He was uncomfortably close to you, and he smelt horrible. “You seek others of your kind? He whispers in a throaty voice. “Have you seen them?” Din asks. “Aye.”
“I can bring you to them.” He continues.
“Where?”
“Only a few hours sail.” He grumbles.
“It’ll cost ya though.”
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The sight of the ocean calmed you. It was so peaceful, yet it could be the most dangerous thing as well. Din on the other hand, was even more weary than he usually was. It was probably because he didn’t exactly have a love for Mon Cala or any species on it.
“You ever see a mamacore eat?” A Quarren asks. Din doesn’t respond so out of respect you shake your head. “Quite a sight.” He exclaims. “Your friends might take an interest.” He says, turning his attention to the Mandalorian. “You should take a look.”
Din is about to say no, but when he looks into your hopeful eyes, how could he? They had a sparkle in them that just pushed him into saying ok. The kid had the same effect in his own way too, it worried Din sometimes.
The Quarren smirks at himself when Din nods, knowing the rest would be easy. “Come over here.” The Quarren yells over the thrash of water.
He presses a few buttons with his slimy fingers and the floor in front of you slowly creaks open, revealing the indigo ocean beneath you. “Get a good view, let the kid see.” He exclaims. Guiding the three of you closer. “Alright, close enough.” Din cautiously tells you. You halt in your tracks and offer him a small smile, before turning your full attention to the small space of water. ���There we go.” The Quarren strangely affirms himself.
After pulling a lever a load of fish dropped into the small waterway with small splashes. Within a matter of seconds the water began to bubble and foam, drawing a small ‘woah’ from you. Grogu was quite interested himself, leaning forward in his pram. “She must be hungry.” He squabbles.
“Oftentimes we feed her in the morning, but we missed that cause we were goin’ out of port!” The Quarren yells, before smashing the back of Grogu’s floating pram. It went flying into the water, and the huge mouth of the mamacore swallowed the pram whole. “No!” You shout, but before you could dive in after him, slimy arms wrapped under yours and you found yourself being dragged away from the small waterway. You thrashed in the Quarren’ hold, but to no avail. “Let me go!” You shout, just as Din dived in the water. “Lock it up!” The Quarren holding you shouts to his teammate. Three other Quarrens begin to spin a wheel, and over that small opening, a cage slowly connected. “The beskar is ours!” The leader Quarren cheers. His grip on you was unbearably tight and just shy of bruising. After a few minutes Din comes up for some air, but quickly realises he’s locked in the water. He coughs and splutters in the small amount of room of air he has, whilst all the others laughed at him. “Drown him!” One of them yells. Everyone gathered around the opening and whacked his fingers with what you assumed was a rod. “Stop it! Din!” You scream, still thrashing in the Quarrens hold. After one particularly strong hit, the Mandalorian dunks completely under water. “We’re rich brothers!” Exclaims the leader. Your breathing becomes ragged with anger and your fists tighten, impossibly tighter than they were before. Your shoulders bounced up and down with every strong breath until you shot them back and a lilac energy exploded out of you, sending the captain flying, landing somewhere in the long stretch of ocean. Your eyes slide close as other Quarren’s began to circle you. They were talking but it was muffled by your own rage. It was like a white light searing through your head, fuelling your anger. Your legs closed together and your feet lifted off of the ground. Your arms were outstretched by your sides and in between them a lavender coloured blade of energy formed. The Quarren’s watched in fear and amazement, but when your feet touched the ground they knew they were screwed.
One by one you took down each and every Quarren on the ship. You had no idea where this skill was coming from, you were never a fighter, yet you felt so in tune with what you were doing, it almost scared you. By the end of it, the ship was a blood bath- and you’re pretty sure at some point a few Mandalorian’s joined in on the fighting. You pay that no attention to the Mandalorian’s as you rush to open up the small hatch on the floor. “Din!” You shout, peering into the water, desperately. You call his name again, and it took a few seconds for him to appear, gasping for air before you. “Din.” You sigh in relief, extending your hand out, for him to take it. He was drenched in water, which made the gloves he wore slightly slippery, however, you still managed to help him up, out of the water. “T-The child.” Din splutters out as you help him over to a make-do seat. “On it!” One of the Mandalorian’s shout, before diving into the water.
In a matter of minutes the air fills with high pitched screeches and blaster shots, followed by the Mandalorian bursts out of the water with her jet-pack, holding Grogu’s small orb-shaped pram. Urgently, she places it down in front of you and Din. You felt a wave of nausea fall over you at the sight of it. Seaweed was draping off of it and a large dent was engraved in the side of it. You begged the maker, Grogu was safe. The Mandalorian, you learnt to be Koska, wasted no time in tearing open a rusty piece of metal, revealing one, safe, and healthy green bean. You let out a shaky breath of relief as he stared at you innocently. She hands Grogu into the safe, wet arms of Din and he seemed to ease a little, as his shoulders slightly fell. “Thank you.” Din thanks, through a raspy voice. “I have been searching for more of our kind.” Din admits. “Well, luckily, we found you first.”
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Din can barely look after himself sometimes but he's out here prepping little well-balanced meals for his kid.
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Frog lady:
Din: Frog.
Bo: What?
Din: i made eye contact with the frog lady. She knows grogu had her eggs for breakfast.
din: *pushed bo in front of him* take her. take the pretty one.
Bo: I don't think the frog cares that you-
Din: NOOO. *picks up grogu and climbs the wall*
Bo: *eye roll*
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azertyrobaz · 2 years
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Dad, I made a terrible mistake
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The Way of Conquest (45744 words) by pagination Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Mace Windu, Mas Amedda, Yoda (Star Wars), Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Bail Organa, Plo Koon, Orn Free Taa, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Jango Fett, Original Characters, Depa Billaba, Jocasta Nu, Tera Sinube, Shaak Ti, CC-1010 | Fox, Colt (Star Wars), Even Piell, Eeth Koth, Oppo Rancisis, Saesee Tiin, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Kal Skirata, Rav Bralor, Vhonte Tervho, Alpha-17 (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Adi Gallia Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Immigrants (We get the job done), Humor, Crack Treated Seriously Summary:
All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed.
Three out of three is good, right? Right?
Bookmarker's Tags: Time Travel, Funny, AU
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oflgtfol · 1 year
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man and like theoretically im down for din and bo katan becoming friends but i wish they like, ARGUED? like maybe i just like slow burn friendships especially enemies to friends but its like come on they have fundamental differences in how they view their culture, we have bo katan say a few disparaging words and din mostly just saying whatever to it but like they both have mean streaks let it boil over till they start fighting about it. and THEN have them start to see each others sides and come around to reconciling + becoming friends
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quinnathy · 2 years
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i love din djarin so much
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nimata-beroya · 1 year
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I'm really proud of myself. I might be not a completionist, but I fulfilled half of the prompts given (twice as much as I did last year) and I count that as a success! Below, I leave you all the entries for this year @whumptober-archive
How to Save a Life (6.5k words) [Days 2,3, 16 & 31]
Teen | tw at your discretion | 3 of 3 chapters | whump, hurt/comfort, post order 66, post order 66, canon divergence, canon-typical violence, sequel to You're still there, I know.
No matter how much he screams internally or how many times Fox tries to kill Palpatine, or how many times he blames himself for not realizing the enemy was under his nose all this time, nothing changes. His body remains out of his control, only moving when Palpatine finally dismissed him from the office. He walks out like the automaton he has become, his mindless body following the orders of the Sith Lord.
Riyo will die at his hand, and there’s nothing Fox can do to stop it.
Ramaanla (1k words) [Days 4, 17 & 19]
General | TW mention of blood | one-shot | Whump, knees buckling, stabbing, hiding an injury, Mand’alor the reluctant
The duty of the Mand'alor is to look out for all Mandalorians. Sometimes, however, Din Djarin forgets to take care of one in specific: himself.
Running Out of Air (1.4k words) [Day 5]
Teen | TW Violence | One-shot | Whump, strangulation, force choking, implied beheading, implied massacre, nightmares
Kallus faces his worst nightmare yet.
Something In the Dark (2.5k words) [Day 10 (Alt prompt)]
Teen | no warning | one-shot | Implied Torture, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, mutual pining
Senator Riyo Chuchi and Commander Fox have an unexpected encounter in the darkness.
The Enemy Within (2.4k words of ?) [Day 22]
Teen | TW vomiting | 1 of 2 chapters | Whump, poisoning, vomit, protective Zeb
Bad meilooruns are everywhere, and not even the Rebel Alliance can save itself from the deadly consequences of having an enemy within.
The Tables Are Turned (3.1k words) [Day 25]
Mature | TW Implied sexual content | one-shot | mention of BDSM, whumpers are the good guys and the bad guys are the whumpees, role reversal, psychological torture, interrogation
Captain Rhamis of the Imperial Army takes the night off to indulge in his vices. Little does he know that his evening will go very differently than he expects. Instead of satiating his base urges, he falls into a trap, where former ISB Agent Alexsandr Kallus and Rebel Garazeb Orrelios force information out of him.
Magical Exhaustion (gifset) [Day 27]
Note to Self: Don't Get Kidnapped (gifset) [Day 30]
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