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starwarsbookclub · 1 year
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Important Reminder for the Mandalorian Season 3
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theydjarin · 2 years
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padawansuggest · 9 months
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Writing a fic where the main changes are that Obi-Wan and Cody and Luke all moved to Alderaan with Bail and Breha and Leia after the war, and Vader never destroyed Alderaan. So post-Empire, Alderaan opens the first temple the galaxy has had in over 25 years and five years later Luke and Leia are going over the semester’s teachers they have to put into rotation (with Cody and Ghost Ben living with them at the temple because Breha and Bail can’t stand the twins being alone (either sets of twins, they have two sets, one of which is Obi/Cody war babies who were born nearly a year before Luke and Leia, and they’re off with Uncle Rex and Auntie Soka to see the rest of aunties and uncles rn) when Luke suddenly starts getting sick. Like throwing up all the time sick.
Well, Leia and Ben take one look at him and go ‘oh he’s pregnant’ and so they make him take a pregnancy test and Luke is so sad about it that Leia giggles and takes one in commiseration too, only to come out of the bathroom with her own positive test and it’s. So. Funny.
Also like ten minutes later Din gets there to pick up Grogu for hometime (baby is coming with him to Nevarro for a month at least they deserve to still have their house maybe a couple months out of the year Grogu solidly lives there with Din and they visit the rest of the year because they can holocomm into classes okay Grogu deserves both a home and schooling lmao) when he asks why Luke looks like shit (Ben gave him Stewjoni pregnancy tea and it’s the first time he hasn’t been clutching his stomach praying to keep something down all day so that’s saying something) and Luke is all ‘I’m pregnant’ and Din’s FIRST fucking reaction is ‘it’s not mine’ shfkeiejordjdonr ‘okay???? I have a wife it’s hers’ ‘oh thank god’ ‘why did you feel the need to tell me it wasn’t yours????’ ‘I have had some weird interactions in the galaxy and it’s really weird cause I don’t have a sperm making part’ ‘…you’re trans??’ ‘Yes.’ ‘…so am I.’ ‘…huh. I sorta just assumed you were Stewjoni like that ghost that follows you around…’ ‘…my relation to him is through adoption.’ ‘Oh. Well. It’s not mine. Congratulations on the new tumor.’ ‘Thanks’
And through this interactions they are now the bestest BFFs ever.
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lostrealities0 · 1 year
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Din Djarin, Benoit Blanc and Carlton Lassiter are all trans masc and you can't convince me otherwise
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armoralor · 9 months
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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but Din Djarin has a pussy
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veradragonjedi · 7 months
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Heads Up, Seven Up!
Make a new post, throw in the last seven(ish) sentences on your Wip, tag me and others!!
"That... how long has it been like that?"
"I've had it longer than the scars." His voice was dipped in melancholy, and its aggravated edge had disappeared. "There's a real, human nerve connected to every wire. It's all prosthetic, but whenever I try and fix anything inside it, the pain is real."
"Luke, I'll help in any way I can."
Luke inhaled and bowed his head. "Any?"
(I don't count words within quotation marks to be extra sentences, especially as some of them are three words or less)
Tagging @airlocksandaviaries to prove that I am actually working on this thing, @athelstan-anglecyning @iamscoby @justanothercatastrophe (in case you've made any progress you want me to see!!) @thechaoticfanartist (what's new 👀) and @emilianadarling
Remember to make new post!!
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az-cain · 2 years
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something about trans!din?? 👀 no pressure!! Congrats on the followers bestie 🎉🎉🎉💗💖
din djarin ≈ 500 words
THANKS CASSE and UM YES GLADLY,, idk if you were thinking spicy or what but im feeling sentimental and sm gender today so i’m writing din right out of top surgery. he doesn’t have an s/o or anything in this. actually he’s ace,, soooooooo
anyway yall r my arsonists now, original ik. thank you.
the smudged, imperfect mirror stared at him. it stared and stared and stared. its eyes burnt into his, scoured over his body mercilessly. it rested on the zipper of the compression binder squeezing his chest.
he was terrified of taking it off. he wasn’t sure if the scars were going to be red and angry, or if they would already be just pink and the swelling would have gone down. what if it wasn’t everything he’d dreamed? what then? there wasn’t much guidance on how this whole thing worked, was there?
there was no guidance for when he realized that he was not his fathers’ daughter. there was no guidance for when he realized that the thought of consummating a marriage-- with a man or a woman-- was repulsive to him. there was no guidance for when he realized his body was too small and too soft for him. there was no guidance for where he could find someone to make it less soft. so he worked. he worked, and worked, and worked. he worked on his body, he worked on his mind, he worked for credits. he worked to find someone to help him. and eventually he came across a surgeon, to unburden his back and mind, and a practitioner, for hormones.
it wasn’t a really accepted practice, but it wasn’t really scorned, either. people didn’t tend to care until they were in bed with him. as it should be, he supposed. and because he did not go to bed with people, and he wore loose, heavy armor all the time, no one knew just how soft he really was. how soft he used to be.
he was where he wanted to be with others’ perception of him. but now, he had only to contend with his own image of himself, and he was the hardest person to please. the unevenly-bearded face was still staring at him. he knew that was his face, but somehow he couldn’t connect the two. it seemed like just last week he’d been staring at a little girl with soft brows and a soft jawline, a soft chest and soft hips. but that was not him. he was the strong, stoic, confident mandalorian. he was din djarin.
he thought to himself, i’m ready. then aloud. “i’m ready.” he took a deep breath of the cold, metallic air, and steeled himself.
he unzipped the tight compression binder, ribs expanding without the weight of what used to be there. he felt so light. his chest was covered in a fine dusting of light brown hair, the scars raised slightly under the bacta-tape.
din felt tears running down his cheeks, but couldn’t find it in himself to stop. his hips and waist were trim, facial hair dark but patchy, his nose and brows-- the traits he’d always loved most-- finally fit with the rest of his body in the way he’d always wanted. the tears fell onto his chest as he looked down, the saltwater washing away any thoughts of his poor worth and the girl he never was.
the mirror kept staring. and staring, and staring and staring. its eyes stroked over his body lovingly. that was him. that was din. 
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daily affirmations!! inspired by a weird comment i got on my transman din post
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need more dincobb sickfic where din is the one that's sick and needs to be taken care of (add in some touch-starved and/or trans!din and i'll give you a little kiss on the lips if you'd like)
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kenny-lol · 2 years
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insta doodles... also i Think my ask box is open question mark ? one a yall try dropping sumn in there
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holobandit · 2 years
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🔞 Cobb couldn't help himself. 👀
Decided to do some nsfw with trans!din and cobb.
You can see the full pieces on my Twitter and Pillowfort.
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theydjarin · 1 year
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ismenejane · 1 year
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Sometimes you just need some softness 💖
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multifandomhoodies · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth Characters: Din Djarin Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Din Djarin, Trans Cobb Vanth, t4t, Vaginal Fingering, T4T ROAD FUCK!!!, For Spweed Daddy, Discord: Take It Off Or I Will DinCobb Server Series: Part 1 of Sharing the Same Roots Summary:
"Is this for me?" His fingers started a trail up to where Din’s zipper sat hidden under his belt. "Cobb." Din said, voice sharp. He didn't say anything else for a second, just swallowed again. Cobb noticed how tense his entire body was."
"Next pull off spot is in three miles." Din bit out.
~~ What it says on the tin. My newest fic :) 
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plattenbauprinz · 10 months
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All I can do is sketches lately, sorry guys :') I promise to do finished pieces again!
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he cut them off with the dark saber btw
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