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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A night in a beautiful meadow and an innocent question leads to a startling confession.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,422

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Literally none. Just an oblivious reader and nervous Din. Fluff rised to the max.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Guy’s, this made me weep with how cute it is. So, just fair warning I guess?

masterlist | read on ao3

Like most things, it started with a simple question.

“Cyar’ika, can you hand me that wrench?”

You were helping Din with some repairs on the Crest when you heard that word for the hundredth time.

As you picked up the tool, your mind wrestled with the wandering thoughts of what that word meant. Din called you that all the time. He’d throw some others in the mix every once in a while.

Mesh’la.

Cyar.

Cyar’ika was the most common, though. You didn’t speak a bit of Mando’a, so you had no clue what he was calling you. He could be calling you the worst thing ever, and you wouldn’t even know. But even with his rough exterior, you highly doubted that he was referring to you as anything too horrible.

With every cyar, mesh’la, or cyar’ika your curiosity grew. But you didn’t voice your questions out of fear that you’d overstep some invisible boundary. You and Din were close—well, as close as the Mandalorian would let himself get to you. He’d told you his true name, so you counted that as progress. He still had so many secrets, though. So you didn’t want to push him to reveal stuff he wasn’t ready for. You would take whatever he’d give you. You would have him, however you could.

But sometimes your interest was almost too much.

Like at daybreak when he would touch your shoulder oh so gently and say, “Good morning, cyar.” In that deep, velvety cadence his voice had in the mornings.

Or when you’d just had a close call on a mission and he would rush to you, frantic, and place his hands on your cheeks. “Are you alright, cyar’ika? Are you hurt?” The words would leave his lips in a hurry and sometimes jumble together. You knew what he was saying nonetheless.

It was those moments when he showed you gentleness, concern, and care that you found it hard not to blurt out everything on your mind.

“What does cyar’ika mean?”

“What does cyar and mesh’la mean?”

“Do you know what it does to me when you touch me?”

“Do you love me as much as I love you?”

But you kept quiet and let the thoughts mingle in your mind. You were just going to leave well enough alone. Hoping that possibly ignoring your curiosity would make it, and your developing feelings fade away. That proved to require arduous effort, which you found yourself lacking day by day. And eventually, your efforts proved to be in vain.

The night it happened, the Crest had landed on some forest planet. Din had just wrapped up a difficult hunt, so he perched the ship on the first globe he could. You and the kid had been cooped up inside for days now, so as soon as the hatch opened, you were both bounding down from the cockpit.

The kid ran into the tall grass of the field, chasing frogs and crickets with the moonlight guiding his expedition. You stood close to the ship, just watching him with a loving smile. Din came to stand beside you, quite as ever, but his presence was a comfort you relished in far too much.

The first blink of light had you curious. The second and third and fourth flashes had you in awe.

The serene meadow was set ablaze with glittering brightness. Fireflies floated high and low, strung about the tall grass like hundreds of flawless silvery stars. They blanketed the grassland far and wide, down to the glimmering lake in the distance.

“Oh wow,” you breathed. You ventured farther out into the plain, turning in a slow circle, absolutely awestruck.

You could hear the child’s gurgling laughter from nearby. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat. The dazzling excitement from the whole experience makes you somewhat astounded. You've never seen anything like this before. Something so beautiful.

You face Din, still standing guard at the front of the ship. “Isn’t this spectacular?” You questioned.

You could hear the airy chuckle get past his vocoder. “It’s certainly something.”

You rolled your eyes in a very childish manner and tilted your head in confusion. “How could you think this is anything but…what’s the word for beautiful in Mando’a?”

You’ve caught his full attention now, seemingly catching him off guard. He appears stunned beyond words. Beyond thoughts as well perhaps. You don’t understand why. It was just a simple question, but it seemed to have knocked any rational notion from him.

What you don’t know is that while you look at him with such sincerity in your eyes and you wait slightly nervous for his response, his brain is nothing short of a mess.

“Din,” you begin. “If I’ve crossed a line somehow-”

“The word is mesh’la.”

That stops you short. Your heart thudded to a halt for several seconds as you took in the sudden confession.

“Mesh’la,” you repeat softly.

You have no idea that his knees almost buckle at the sound of your voice speaking in his mother tongue.

Your face heats at the implication. Mesh’la means beautiful. Din calls you Mesh’la. Din calls you beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful? Or was it meant as something like a courtesy? Was he just being a flirt? No, Din wasn’t the type. So he must think it if he calls you it.

“Y/N.”

You speak up before he can get another word out. “You think I’m beautiful?”

He nods. “Yes.”

A grin tugs your lips up ever so slightly. Realization dawns on you as your mind recalls all the affectionate exchanges that you fooled yourself into thinking were merely friendly.

A coo from below takes your attention for a moment. The kid is at your feet with his arms stretched up for you. You hold him in the crook of your elbow as you close the distance between you and Din. When you stop in front of him, a radiant smile is permanently placed upon your lips.

“And uh, cyar’ika,” you whisper. “What does that mean…?” You’re a little hesitant to let all your questions come to light. A small part of you still worried you’re reading too much into it.

He takes a deep breath, and you try to ignore the anxiety coursing through you. “Cyar’ika…” He’s never sounded this breathless before. “It means sweetheart.”

The blood rushes to your cheeks with a new fury, painting your skin scarlet. It terrifies you a little that you can’t see his face, that you can’t read the expressions he is wearing right now. You think you know where this is going, but not being able to sense the situation from the other person makes it hard to be sure. You can see that he’s tense, possibly waiting for you to tell him that you were uncomfortable. But you weren't; you were a nervous wreck, but you were not uncomfortable with this knew information in the slightest. You were trying to figure out how to move forward with this without seeming like a lovesick fool.

After waiting an eternity trying to get a hold of yourself, you make a decision. You slowly bring your hands up to him, gently gliding along his arms until they reach the broad expanse of his shoulders, and then the cool surface of his helmet.

You can feel his panic, but you softly sush him. Eventually, your hands still on the side of his helmet, where you imagine his cheeks would be. You picture them flushed like yours. Even through the impenetrable beskar, you feel like the heat of his skin is melting into yours. You imagine how it would actually feel to be skin to skin with him. If you ever had the privilege to experience that, you were sure you could die happy.

What happens next is a surprise. Din clutches your hands in his and brings them down between you both. He then slowly touches his forehead to yours. The shock of cold metal draws a gasp from your lips.

“Ni ganar hid ner kar'taylir darasuum teh gar par chaaj'yc too munit, cyar’ika.” A whispered admission comes from him.

You can’t help but laugh as you have no clue what he said. “What?”

He chuckles along with you. “I said that I have hidden my love from you for far too long, sweetheart.”

Your heart cracks open with so many emotions that it’s overwhelming. It aches inside you, but the pain is welcome because you’d rather have this, him, than the uncertainty you lived in for so long.

I poured over this for days, and I still feel like something isn't right. But oh well, maybe it'll come to me later. 🤷‍♀️

The Armorer comforting Bo warms my heart 🥺

ME RN FR

ARMORER BBG GET BEHIND ME

Here is a “photo” I made of Pedro Pascal on Photoshop.

Hope you guys like it :)

Can’t wait until the expanded universe explains whatever the hell this thing is

when worlds collide

2€ at the local flea market

Im a 100% sure they're fake but i dont care

plz enjoy some of the mandalorian lego sets that I have been wanting

I arranged them from least to most expensive w/ the prices included if anyone else has been curious,, in all honesty i can barely afford to feed myself so this is merely a delusional 20 something year old girls dream <3

and an honorable mention to the armorers forge set </3 i had the chance to buy this one a while back and i chose to get mando's helmet ,, ill never forgive myself

The Mandalorian - Reference Guide for Writers

Despite not writing fanfic since a severe bout of depression a few years ago, I still soak up research in my favorite fandoms just in case my muse returns. 

In honor of all of my fellow Mandalorian fans I figured I’d share the notes I took during the season two opener “Chapter 9: The Marshal” (2x01)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT  (and apologizes for my handwriting!!)

Note - Peli’s pit droid “names” are my own creation, it’s just how I refer to them in my head :P 

Help!!

I’ve spent two days scrolling through tumblr, Pinterest and Google trying to find a piece of fan art inspired by last week’s episode of Mandalorian (“The Jedi”) and I can’t find it!! 😭

It’s of Baby Yoda (aka Grogu) “talking” to Ahsoka and telling her all of the “names” Din had given to him like “No”.

Does this sound familiar to anyone?

Please tell me after watching Chapter 15 of The Mandalorian - am I the only one who found themselves low-key shipping Cara and Mayfield?!

Mayfield had two or three “that’s my future wife” moments in the first part of the episode and then Cara threw a “just maybe I’d let him take me for a drink” vibe after complimenting his shooting towards the end.

My dad balked and rolled his eyes when I commented but I know I can’t be the only one!

Mayfield + Cara = Mara ❤️

Pintar a baby yoda me curó la depresión

Little late, but I got it done!! Have some dincobb 🤠 (coming up with pairings is more difficult than I thought LMAO)

Day 5: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Din's shoulder aches. He'd applied some emergency bacta once the vertigo had faded, but the pain persists. He stumbles from his speeder and drags his feet as he lurches into town, trying to ignore the searing in his shoulder.

It's late, the roads are empty, but he knows where he's going.

"Hmm. Mando?" Cobb Vanth is radiant in the moonlight, yawning and rumpled in a loose nightshirt. Din nods.

"Can I come in?" His voice is strained, even with the vocoder.

Cobb blinks, pauses, then roves his eyes over Din's armor.

"Course. Need anything?" He asks, eyeing the way Din favors his shoulder as he sidles through the doorway.

"No. Just- just you."

Words: 113

Din Djarin is demisexual. And maaaaaaaaaybe biromantic. That Jedi was cute…

I wanted co-parents and instead I got a custody case. Compromise. Is. A. Thing.

YOU BITCHES ARE NOT READY

Just finished the lineart for ch 0's cover! Now comes the new part: coloring...lets see how that goes and what type of shading/level of detail Im going to settle for. THEN I can hit the ground running and begins drawing chapter 0 and beyond! (Probs going to have a different cover for each chapter.)

Gn sweet sickos!

Rough Day original by @no-droids

Rough Day (abridged for Christian Roomates) Comic by @roughdaysandart

This fan here is undertaking the mammoth task of turning Rough Day into comics!! Check that out 😆. I seriously can't wait for the finished work!!

Rough Day Comic

Chapter 0: Preface, Part 1 official storyboard

Had a few hours today to finish the storyboarding (so YES, some parts are neat while others look like shit lol) for ch 0.1, and am going wild over some of the fun positionings/layouts Ive been experimenting with. Can't wait to start lineart and make it all pretty!

Enjoy this for now, sickos! Might be a bit before the next large post like this (though I will always enjoy giving snippets/sneek peeks). Hope the process goes faster though now that I know how to color and organize better etc.

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Rough Day original by @no-droids (not affiliated with them btw...dont know if im supposed to disclaim that lol)

RD Comic (AFCR) by @roughdaysandart

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Heyaaaah you made it to the end!

Rough Day in a comic rendition 😍😍🤩🤩

Rough Day Comic 0-1 "Other Talents"

💗PLEASE REBLOG TO SUPPORT!💗

SERIES MASTERLIST

Based on Rough Day by @no-droids

SERIES GEN WARNINGS: non-canon typical gore/blood, violence, light language, implied nudity, implied trauma (Blood, depression, anxiety, bullying, sexual), typos and general lore errors possible (plz lmk if you find any I enjoy accuracy)

See end for bonus content and credits.

LISTEN TO THE ACCOMPANYING MUSIC LINK(S) FOR A CINEMATIC EXPERIENCE! (LINKED AS YOU GO)

TRACK 1 (only) LINK: REPROGRAM

END CREDITS TRACK: A FRIEND -GUITAR COVER

Up Next: CH 0-2: "Rules and Habits"

"And yet, only when she was absolutely certain he wouldn't see ...shed let that nagging curiosity goet the better of her, make an exception...and-"

AUTHORS NOTE:

Well, this is the moment we've all been waiting for, sickos! I'm so proud of what Ive learned and been to accomplish these past few weeks (digital-art and writing in general), and have so much gratitude for all of the wonderful people who have followed along and encouraged me thus far. Most of all, thank you to the wonderful @no-droids for creating the fic in the first place. I cant wait to continue posting what's in store these next few (probably) years.

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you'll consider checking out my homepage for updates, sneek peeks, more depravity, the star wars mega-pinterest boards, and the unofficial soundtrack! 💗

Next chapter coming.....whenever its ready...in-person school is aboutta start and im going to pace myself and figure out how to balance going in person for the first time in a year...workin' and well...life, which includes this depravity and you all 💗!!!

Cheers, Sweet Girls. 💗

-M (@roughdaysandart)

CREATOR CREDITS

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the amazing dividers!

Credit to all of the talented artists making covers of the songs I link!

Credit to Brittany Broski for introducing me to RD/Ao3 this late in my life

Credit to...anyone else my mushy brain forgot (lmk ya'll)

credit to my drug-induced psychosis?

ERRORS/DISCREPENCIES/INNACURACIES (feel free to add)

on page 9, there is a spelling error (talens--> talents)

Sweet Girl was drawn on the cover before her design was finalized, and so her clothing as well as her body are not exactly the same as how she appears in the series.

On page 5, Din is supposed to be laying in the cockpit's main compartment listening to the closed door, not in the mini hall where the ladder resides.

On page 12, the rendering of the Crest's hull is a bit too wide (most dramatically apparent by the fresher door's length), the hull should be a tad more narrow. In addition, the flooring coloring is somewhat inaccurate, needing to appear more metallic instead of similar to the roofing textures and colorings

on the page beginning with "to say the least", the mini-halls' roof is suppposed to have a window. Therefore, the lighting of the space is somewhat innacurate.