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NOTE: associated with @djaryn and @huntere !! legends and canon verses available. sw spoilers will be tagged accordingly. that’s all, enjoy ur stay <333

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jackpotpozzi

i think i should be allowed to be a lead writer for book of boba fett

#agender boba is all i live for tbh

@huntere / ❝ you’ve been through quite an ordeal, little one. ❞ only jango is allowed to call him that

he’s fourteen and his throat is full of sweet water. boba spits it out, indignantly. a river is nothing compared to a planet-wide ocean. but it has slippery stones and strong currents too. maybe every river was an ocean once, maybe that’s why it should carry him away.

his knees sting as he gets up, the skin on them rubbed raw and bleeding from the sharp rocks at the bottom. this gets ignored, just like the soaked strands of hair prickling his eyes. the chill sets in immediately but this body doesn’t remember how to tremble.

“i know how to swim.” he reminds jango, jango who is so eager to forget kamino. maybe boba will remember just to spite him. the water on his tongue still tastes wrong but it’s familiar enough.

his father says one thing and means another. he once said ‘home’ and meant anything else but the rain. today, he calls the river on this nameless planet an ordeal but his voice sounds like the clank of jail doors sliding shut. when boba slipped on that river stone, he saw his own hand reaching towards jango. maybe, he can’t be sure. should he care about that? or should he care about the fact that his hand wasn’t caught in time?

in the end, he supposes what really matters is that he can swim.

“i know how to swim.” boba repeats that and means the prison too. sometimes swimming means keeping your head above the surface.

jango stares at him with the weight of this one missed hand and boba can’t do anything about that. he just walks past it and wishes his father would do the same.

***

he’s forty-one and there’s a welcome weight to his step. where his skin was rubbed raw and bleeding, the armor protects it once more.

his father waits for him in front of the ramp to slave one. he looks at him like boba is about to turn around and disappear again. he can’t blame him. but when his boots touch the ground and the pale sun hits the repainted plates, it’s obvious he’s back, finally back.

they stand before each other and jango is the first to reach out. when his dirt-stained fingers touch the wheat blade and seven moons of concord dawn they complete the insignia like the final brushstroke. this is their clan, soil and blood, alive despite it all.

“you’ve been through quite an ordeal, little one.” his father sounds dazed. boba hears the awe, he hears the relief.

laughter grinds in his throat. “i have.” he confirms.

now that he’s older, he knows that whether he can keep his head above the water isn’t as important as having something to swim towards. his head bows and so does his father’s, quick to confirm that he’s been waiting on the other side of the river again. their foreheads touch, jango’s hands cradle the dented helmet.

boba exhales, long and hard.

#oh u know .#huntere #i literally had two ideas for this ask and in the end i just combined them in a very self-indulgent exercise HDFIGHFG

starwarsfilms

BOBA FETT in THE MANDALORIAN — Chapter 14: “The Tragedy”

#WHOS THIS GUY HES REALLY COOL WHO IS THAT

huntere:

though he can hear the objection before it’s voiced, eyes stay fixed on the armor. boba’s reasoning can only set in like a chill. this time, jango decides, it shouldn’t be avoided. ‘kamino was a path I chose.’ fire flickers against its own reflection. ‘led me to you,’ he goes on, ‘led us both to geonosis.’ a shrug of the shoulder concludes for him — there’s enough to be said in the lull that follows.

every day, he wonders where the first mistake had been made. was it trusting in deals and loyalties, or wanting more than the dead ends he’d been given? but that isn’t for anyone to answer. ‘if it’s a perfect life you’re looking for, bob’ika, you won’t find it.’

the visor inches closer when kamino gets remember, moves away when geonosis is. if there’s a place to forget, he thinks. if there’s a topic to avoid, if there’s an apology to consider, if there’s a planet to kill. the anger bites as it usually does but its jaws are too old to lock. hard as he might press his fingertips into the scarred forearms, it just isn’t the same.

so he gives up, his huffed breath mists up the visor for a brief moment. “i never wanted perfect.” the silver armor remains in his field of vision. he murmurs: “i’d settle for less confusing.”

#boba: idk im just. im not getting as riled up as i used to #jango: isnt that a good thing #boba: NO.#huntere #dude this is so short im loving this... why arent all threads short ..... lets start a TREND

janghoefett

POV: You’re a 13-year-old in an adult prison because you were used by a group of bounty hunters who told you they could help avenge your father’s death. All the prison guards look like that dead father. You’re Boba Fett.

#im just saying. that. maybe its valid that he has issues.#JUST MAYBE.#u know i dont even blame the tcw bounty hunters squad cuz i dont think they expected the republic to lock up a literal baby dfhgifhg #who would have known.

After we're done, we'll go get some oice cweam.

HEHEHEHEH.

#i quote auralnauts every DAY tbh

djaryn:

a thoughtful hum answers for him first. he isn’t exactly recounting the mission, focused more intently now on the safety of painted beskar. and having moved on from the challenge, ‘good as it could have been,’ means as little as is revealed. he earned his keep, nothing more.

‘but it was time to come back,’ he decides aloud. to think he’d ever miss the same planet that wanted him dead. even now they’re treading over glass and bone, only it isn’t in plain sight. that mandalore has been overtaken by something even older: so ancient that his people wouldn’t have recognized it.

his own steps noticing the change of pace, though, djarin catches up to the mand’alor. when his visor glances sidelong, so does the bleary-eyed child. ‘seems like I’ve been missing all the excitement at home.’

“you could say that.” the smile is private but the voice has a way of letting it be seen.

he doesn’t speak again as they continue to walk. the jungle around them seems to slowly grind to a halt. the branches and meaty leaves start to thin out. old, tepid soot sneaks in and mixes with everything: the dirt and the scorch marks on tree trunks. sunlight reaches them again, slowly and then all at once. fett stops because there’s no way to continue.

when he first saw this place, he thought of the sarlacc. it’s hard not to think of it again, standing at the edge of yet another gaping crater. but this one is dead, he reminds himself. but not really, he corrects himself too. the walls of the pit are uneven, violent. the sarlacc memory continues as black, teeth-like formations poke through the scorched earth. something unmistakably metallic gleams at the bottom.

it’s hard to keep his voice flat. “it’s too recent to be a bomb site from the purge. we think it’s kryze’s imperial cruiser’s doing.” he looks away from the cavity, back to din. “no idea how the empire missed it when they tried to strip the planet. probably because nobody would think to dig out here.”

all of the things he says now are so superfluous and unnecessary. just answers to questions that don’t really matter. he finds din’s hand with his own. nothing given, only shared.

“it’s a big lode.” boba rasps out the last detail. his helmet cants to the child attempting to peer inside the pit. he must suspect a part of this will be his too. his and the mandalorians that will come after this clan is gone. and that’s a good thing. it’s a gift of future and fett has received it only once before. he looks at din. they stood like this too when they swore on it, back in a deserted palace on tatooine.

“welcome home.” he says because now the home means more with the unearthed beskar ringing through the soles of their feet.

#im quoting auralnauts boba in the first line actually #djaryn #( VERSE; mand'alor ).

mandoposting

thinking about the unique loneliness of boba fett. to be alive in a time where literal millions of people look exactly like you, and still be utterly alone.

#oh you know.#but it must be said this is what he chose more or less

menaceborn-archived

[ several stones hurtled up from the ground around maul’s body. battered and bruised, maul glared at sidious. the stones sailed through the air, all heading straight for his master (…) he thought of kilindi & daleen, who had shown him kindness. and then his pounding heart turned to stone and he said ʺ i live to do your bidding, master. ʺ ] extremely canon divergent. not tcw based. as loved very dearly by runa.

#whadda hell this is so sexy #every single one of ur promos is like *mwah* chefs kiss #( promo ).

boofulmemes

sw: the prequel trilogy prompts !

❝ now be brave and don’t look back. ❞

❝ it’s not the jedi way. ❞

❝ this time, we’ll do it together. ❞

❝ but you can’t stop the change. any more than you can stop the suns from setting. ❞

❝ i…i killed them. i killed them all. ❞

❝ why do i get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me? ❞

❝ good. twice the pride, double the fall. ❞

❝ it’s…it’s too late. ❞

❝ don’t worry. i’ve given up trying to argue with you. ❞

❝ there’s no doubt the mysterious warrior was a sith. ❞

❝ we live in a real world. come back to it. ❞

❝ will i ever see you again? ❞

❝ i will be the most powerful jedi ever, i promise you. ❞

❝ that is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way. ❞

❝ if you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy. ❞

❝ to be angry is to be human. ❞

❝ the ability to speak does not make you intelligent. ❞

❝ sometimes there are things no one can fix. you’re not all-powerful. ❞

❝ is it possible to learn this power? ❞

❝ in time, you will learn to trust your feelings. then, you will be invincible. ❞

❝ you’re breaking my heart. ❞

❝ don’t center on your anxieties. keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs. ❞

❝ they’re dead. every single one of them. ❞

❝ what does your heart tell you? ❞

❝ don’t you see? we don’t have to run away anymore. ❞

#WAIT i wanna do this one #OK WE'RE GOOD NOW #( rp meme ).

jedie

𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎. 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 ? 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢, ❛ 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 ❜ ?

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐞.

#omg that first gif.... Poetic ...!!#( promo ).

// ONE THING i sort of arrived to when it comes to the way boba speaks... he kind of talks like he has a word limit every time he opens his mouth lol... because hes so unused to talking/having conversations in general.

the dialogue style i worked out for him is very... economical. when boba talks he tends to eschews certain words. he will drop the ‘i’ pronoun very frequently, he’ll say ‘went to mos eisley.’ instead of ‘i went to mos eisley’. that and he doesnt use filler words at all, you’ll never hear him go ‘umm...’ because he speaks only when hes ready to speak. he also generally chooses the least amount of words necessary to communicate smth (’had a good hunt?’ vs ‘did you have a good hunt?’). all of these tendencies result in short, snappy sentences.

tho obviously, there are exceptions to these rules i made-up for myself lol. as a kid, he spoke more freely, almost impulsively. and as an adult, if he vibes with the topic or the conversation in general, he will use longer sentences.

im curious to see how the book of bobos is gonna influence this style !!! i feel for the most part, tem’s performance in mando s2 sort of follows this vision i have with just a few weird exceptions (’SOMETIMES THE FATE STEPS IN TO RESCUE THE WRETCHEDDDDDD’) but i chalk it up to different writers doing different episodes lol.

#( headcanon ).#this is just like... what i think works the best for him uwu #i hope this doesnt sound like im patting myself on the back DHGIFHG i just LOOOVE writing dialogue so i overthink it a lot #its not that hes always quiet ... hes full of things to say but it depends on who hes talking to ahaha

djaryn:

concern eases with a tilt of his helmet. as the ship’s ramp shudders closed and fett takes the lead, he turns his attention back to the bundle in his arms.

‘see?’ he says, just loud enough for it to be pointed ahead of him. ‘it’s good news. you worry too much.’ ( it’s only when grogu mirrors confusion, head cocked and eyes narrowed, that djarin drops the act with a shrug. ) maybe that’s the nature of this planet, he thinks, shifting low-hanging branches aside as he follows a sound. even now, as the clearing tapers into wild overgrowth, he still considers mandalore by its past self — empty and noiseless.

then again, maybe it’s whose footsteps he listens for: the nature of knowing a sound too well. ‘I’ll admit,’ the hunter goes on, ‘you had me worried, too.’

he doesn’t turn around to meet the gaze behind him but acknowledges the worry with a low hum. “not by choice.” the last word trails off in a quiet hiss. it takes him three more steps and two bent twigs to continue: “couldn’t risk this getting out too early.”

finally, his red visor glances over his shoulder. “besides. i wanted to show you personally.”

it’s strange to imagine a future so imminent, right at the end of greenery. even stranger to await it but he thinks it will be a memory he’ll practice until it stays. these are the trophies he collects these days, quiet chirps and slotted fingers. out of this want, his pace quickens.

still, he finds time to ask: “had a good hunt?”

#djaryn #ummmmmmm.... domestic ? boy s?#also ill get to the reveal soon i promise u_u

this is what im manifesting for the book of bobos episode 2