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a 20 year old artist. she/her. unbowed. unbent. unbroken.

[lueurnotes]

Kissing Din

based on this ask

Din Djarin/Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: blood mention, canon-typical violence, sexual situations, nudity

a/n: been a minute since I posted!! hope everyone is doing well <3

In Hyperspace.

You were sleepily rocking Grogu against your chest in the co-pilot seat. The little one was already fast asleep, a small snore coming from the bundle of cloth. The cabin was dimmed, with the small blinking control lights glittering through your sleepy haze. Hyperspace washed over you in blue-white streaks of light that kept you from falling asleep. Despite the rest that pulled at you, there wasn’t anywhere else in the Maker-forsaken galaxy that you’d rather be. Safe next to your partner with his son fast asleep on your lap. 

It’s been an incredible journey together. Only a few short months yet so much has happened. Fixing up the Crest when you were all stranded on an icy, krykna-infested planet. Patching up Din whenever he returned, staggering into the hull. Giggling with the kid in your lap as he pushed your tools around. The memories you shared with this clan were few but your heart ached like it was forever. 

A rustling sound coming from the pilot’s chair got your attention. Hm?

“Close your eyes,” Din hushed. 

You obliged, more than happy to shut your sleepy eyes. Frequent hyperspace travel never did get easier for you.

The sound of his helmet hitting the metal floor of the cockpit nearly caused them to snap back open. 

“Din what are you—” 

A bare hand traced your face and you tried to fight the shudder that wracked your body. The warmest hands cradled your face upwards, a thumb brushing across your parted lips. The mere thought that Din was bare-faced inches from you... Your mind kicked into hyperdrive.

“Please,” the hushed whisper fell from his mouth, stilted breath ghosting right over your panting lips. The voice you seldom heard unmodulated was steeped with longing. One word spilled into a sentence.

“I want to kiss you.”

Your face broke into the sweetest grin he had ever seen. Really seen. 

“Like you even have to ask,” you shifted your body upwards, heart racing as your lips finally met. 

On Tatooine.

The blaring wind outside rocked the Razor Crest in it’s docked spot. Some dusty backwater place you could absolutely care less about. You spat out some lingering dust into the sink. 

The little one was dropped off at Peli’s, which meant whoever this bounty was they were high-risk for Din. 

Not a lot of people made that list.

Also meant that maybe you shouldn’t be blasting music throughout the ship, but kriff you were bored. It’s been a couple days at this point and you were told to “lay low”. Din didn’t say anything about music though. Plus, the Razor Crest was a well-fortified gal. Sure, a couple of bits flew off here and there and the hyperdrive could use some work, but whatever was in the armory could ward off any sane being in the galaxy.

 The muffled sound of your playlist could be heard through the refresher door, jumping to full clarity as you exited. You broke into a grin, hips swaying as you sang the words loud. I wonder if Tin Can ever sings? You burst out laughing at the thought of the sound of scratchy-modulated humming. The man hardly talks as it is. I’d bet the Maker that he has a worse voice than me. 

“Something funny?” 

Crap.

You yelped, in a certainly dignified manner, you hope, “Mando! Glad to see you back home.”

Home?! Oh my stars, I’m done for.

The slightest tilt of his helmet let you know that he definitely heard you. He continued, “If you’re done using the comms, can you let Karga know we’re on our way?”

“Or we could just, you know, not do that,” a voice strained.

You finally focused on the bounty that Mando dragged back, a young twi’lek man with deep, blue skin. He wore a similarly draped sand-colored cloth you saw the locals wore. Arm wrappings covered to his wrist where there was no dirt under his fingernails. Your eyes wandered to his shoes, a type of thicker sandal with cording to attach… Yep, definitely not from here. 

You smiled back at Mando, “Gotcha, Captain!”

“Wait!” The twi’lek croaked out, “Please, you can’t let him take me!” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, chancing a look at Mando’s visor as if to say can you believe this dude?

“Fine, I’ll bite.” You leaned on one hip, “Why should my partner and I not take in a bounty that we have been searching for I don’t know … ” you counted your fingers, “six days? Explain.” 

And here come the waterworks. 

He wailed, still on his knees next to Mando as he groveled, “It’s a false bounty! I was framed and I didn’t know what to do but run,” he looked at the carbonite cases, eyes growing larger when he saw their blank gazes frozen wide, “I swear to the Maker you’ve got it wrong!”

You bent down to his level, hushing him as you gently rested your hand on his cheek, “Are you implying that my partner is wrong? That he is being dishonest with me?”

Your wide eyes fell on Mando who stood unmoving. You turned back to the bounty before you could notice his hand clenching into a fist as you touched the other man. 

The twi’lek silently nodded, tears slipping over his hairless face.

“Well you’ll be sure to know that I loathe liars,” you nodded solemnly, “Especially if it’s to my face.”

He opened his mouth to say something, sharply gasping as a blue ring of light exited your blaster. He slumped over, mouth still gaping open.

You looked back up at Din, catching him as he adjusted his pants. Smirking, you stepped over the bounty until you were standing right in front of Din, feeling the heat of his body past the beskar. Extending your arms up, you rested your hands on his pauldrons, hand tracing the Mudhorn signet. Gingerly, you placed your palms up just under Din’s ice-cold helmet, eyes questioning. He gave a simple nod, bringing his gloved hands to wrap around yours. 

“I missed you,” you tilted the beskar upwards just the slightest amount, exposing a sliver of skin that was roughened with stubble. You tiptoed upwards and placed a short peck on him.

“It’s good to be home,” he gruffed out.

Keldabe

The overpowering scent of blood filled your mouth and nostrils. Tears tracked down your face as you let out a groan, spitting to the left of the man you just knocked out. You rolled over to lie back on the gritty pavement of the alleyway, uncaring of the unconscious man next to you. Somewhere down the dim alley, you could hear the distinct clang of metal against metal as Din fought the other bounty. The sound of a single blaster shot followed by a muffled yelp was the end of that. 

Never bring a vibroblade to a blaster fight. 

Your head pounded as you fought the urge to laugh out loud. You were lying next to a man that was set on killing you. You were pretty sure Din just shot the other one in the leg. And on top of that you were probably one wrong head turn from unconsciousness. 

Din’s shadow suddenly looming over you snapped the cord and you burst in giggles. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, immediately bending down to run his hands over any area that got impacted.

“You should have seen the other guy,” you winced as he grazed over your ribs. 

“Looking at him right now,” he deadpanned, “Good work. But I’d prefer if my partner would ask for help if they need it.”

He pulled you up, half resting in his lap as your legs splayed out in front of you. Instantly, you curled towards the cold beskar, seeking the warmth past it. 

“Hey Mando?”

“Yes?” He said lowly. 

“M’head hurts,” you slurred, “Kiss me better.”

You couldn’t see it, but he smiled under his helmet. Even with the absolute shit knocked out of you, you still wanted his attention. Kriffing adorable. 

He obliged, head tilting down so he could rest his helmet against your forehead. His eyes closed underneath, savoring the moment. 

“Ah,” you sighed, “Much better.”

“Are you using me as an ice pack?” 

“Maybe,” you whispered. 

He let out a breathy chuckle before drawing away, “Come on, let’s get back to the ship so we can take a nap.”

A kiss on the thigh

Several months ago when you first started co-piloting for Din, you never would have thought that the Razor Crest could be anything but damn near freezing.

This heat was something else. Panting breaths exhaling hot air. The blazing touch that seared across your thighs as Din hovered over you. Even your skin was starting to dampen in the cramped cot. 

“Cyar’ika,” he groaned, “Look at you.”

You opened your eyes, glancing down at yourself pressed so deliciously against Din. He was right there. Biting your lip, you tried to grind against him, only for Din to pinch at your thighs in warning. He continued his teasing, rubbing tenderly at your heated skin. 

Your back arched under his ministrations. Din was taking his time during the reprieve of a lengthy hyperspace pass, massaging enticingly at your thighs, touching everywhere but where you needed him most. 

Twelve hours. 

You moaned, “Kriff, stop teasing, Din.” You writhed under his hold, your thighs pinned down by just his hands. How does he feel so good without doing anything?

“No, I don’t think I’m going to stop.”

You gasped as he replaced his hands with his mouth, bending down to suck harshly at the inside of your thigh. Din licked at the sensitive spot, satisfied as he looked up at your panting face. 

“You look fucking pretty like this.”

A kiss on the hand 

"Glove,” you commanded, “now.”

Din put a hand on his hip. “You don’t need good luck right now,” He jutted his head toward the distant tree trunk that was today’s target, “Just hit it.”

You rolled your eyes, making sure he saw. Like, really saw. You swore up and down that he lacked actual peripheral vision because it was always you that caught the little one getting into places he absolutely should not be. The armory being one of them. You shuddered, finger flicking the safety on as you remembered that very eventful day.

“Focus,” he intoned, “You’re in your head.”

You cursed to yourself, flicking the safety back off. Raising your arm smoothly, your eyes followed the barrel of your blaster. 

Tree, damn it. Let me hit you.

Your eyes shut for a split second as you squeezed the trigger. A slight burst of energy shifted your hand half an inch. No sound of impact. 

You looked at the tree in dismay. 

The stump was definitely still there, not like it could dodge blaster bolts. Even if it could move, it wouldn’t have to avoid anything. The patch of brush next to it though? Thoroughly burnt. 

“And this is why I train close combat,” you patted at your vibroblade strapped to your thigh. 

“This is why you need practice,” Din moved next to you as you holstered your blaster, “Here.” He held his bare hand out to you, glove clutched in his left. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Gingerly, you grasped onto his hand with both of yours, thumbs tracing across his bruised knuckles. Din gave the slightest tilt in acknowledgement. You brought his warm hand right to your face, breaking out into a smile.

“I’m gonna get it for sure this time,” you said before placing a small kiss on his hand, “Now put that glove back on and watch me hit this damn target.”

Din chuckled as he backpedaled a few steps, looking on as you drew your blaster, aiming perfectly at the tree.

Breathe. You got this. It’s a completely immobile target. You thought to yourself. 

You squeezed the trigger and with a loud crack, the stump had a glaring split right down the middle where your bolt hit true. 

“Stars, yes!” You shouted in glee. Deftly turning the safety back on, you holstered the blaster and ran to Din, his arms already opening to wrap around you. 

“Knew you could do it,” he said, pulling you in lightly so the beskar wouldn’t bite into your skin. 

“Does this mean I can try out the rest of your armory?” 

“No.”

[fiyaharts]

so funny that boba fett’s name is literally boba. i hope they have boba in star wars and i hope he likes it

(commission info in blog description!)

[beelzebubsart]

All of my Pedro Pascal drawings together

[lueurnotes]

Kissing Din

based on this ask

Din Djarin/Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: blood mention, canon-typical violence, sexual situations, nudity

a/n: been a minute since I posted!! hope everyone is doing well <3

In Hyperspace.

You were sleepily rocking Grogu against your chest in the co-pilot seat. The little one was already fast asleep, a small snore coming from the bundle of cloth. The cabin was dimmed, with the small blinking control lights glittering through your sleepy haze. Hyperspace washed over you in blue-white streaks of light that kept you from falling asleep. Despite the rest that pulled at you, there wasn’t anywhere else in the Maker-forsaken galaxy that you’d rather be. Safe next to your partner with his son fast asleep on your lap. 

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[shewhomustbecalledking]

omg These two are fucking adorable together. In all the situations. My favorite was after the fight. Helmet kisses for the win

[lueurnotes]

oh my goodness I have been MIA for quite a bit so I just saw this. Thank you so much and also hell yeah helmet kisses are the best :D

[lueurnotes]

tagged by @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange 

(note that I too want friends and never apologize for tagging me in stuff <3)

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this was adorable and I hope that I can write more!! y’all encourage me so much and it makes me grin like an idiot when my small account gets over 100 notes on hcs, drabbles, or one-shots. much love!!

[tainted-gay-ghost]

I mean. How dare Gina Carano be the only person at Disney that sees where this country is going. It’s not anti-Semitic to compare one dictatorship to another.

I’m sad she got fired for having a brain. But I’m glad she is speaking the truth. If you don’t think what’s going on in America isn’t on the same track as what happened in Germany, then you’re a fool.

[max--phillips]

I’m sorry WHAT?

Gina thinks COVID-19 is a hoax. She’s anti-BLM. She’s openly transphobic. She compared being a Republican in the United States in 2021 to being a Jewish person in Nazi Germany during the Holocaust. How on gods green earth is that the truth? Is that appropriate? Is that okay?

It’s anti-Semitic to compare being a white conservative in the USA (a group with incredible power in this country) to the 11+ MILLION LIVES LOST during the Holocaust. There’s no arguing this; if you believe otherwise, you too are anti-Semitic.

Disney rightfully fired her for being a racist, transphobic, anti-Semitic piece of shit.

The US has its host of problems, yes. But it lies in wealth inequality, racism, police brutality, inaccessible healthcare, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, xenophobia, and overall hate. It does not lie in imaginary mistreatment of the very group that is responsible for the majority of those problems.

[lueurnotes]

Kissing Din

based on this ask

Din Djarin/Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: blood mention, canon-typical violence, sexual situations, nudity

a/n: been a minute since I posted!! hope everyone is doing well <3

In Hyperspace.

You were sleepily rocking Grogu against your chest in the co-pilot seat. The little one was already fast asleep, a small snore coming from the bundle of cloth. The cabin was dimmed, with the small blinking control lights glittering through your sleepy haze. Hyperspace washed over you in blue-white streaks of light that kept you from falling asleep. Despite the rest that pulled at you, there wasn’t anywhere else in the Maker-forsaken galaxy that you’d rather be. Safe next to your partner with his son fast asleep on your lap. 

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[pedros-mustache]

titulary

summary: the five names ezra gives you.

a/n: short little something something that’s been in the back of my mind awhile.

ezra tells you of an ancient civilization that once ruled portions of old earth. he tells you that these egyptians gave their rulers five names, each one varying in importance and familiarity. you find, once aware of an egyptian titulary, that ezra crafts his own titulary for you.

goddess divine.

when he is enraptured, caught up in the taste of your skin and the feel of your body against his, ezra’s normally poetic language only deepens. he holds the side of your face as he worships you with his mouth, using his tongue and his words. you are his goddess divine, the one who quenches the yearnings of his very soul. there is none other than you, and he will spend the rest of his days at your feet if you allow it.

dear heart.

when there is tension—be it his fault, your fault, or no fault of anyones—you are his dear heart. he calms your fears, your agitation, you worries with those two words. because, at the end of the day, you are as dear to him as the very muscle that pumps his blood. you are inextricably linked to his life-force and no argument, no frivolous qualm, will change that.

sunshine.

used few and far between, ezra does remind you that you are his sunshine. he gets lost in his low moments, but you hum the old earth children’s tune in his ear to bring him back. you shine a light in the darkest corners of his mind with your care and your love, so it is only fitting he compare you to the sun.

beloved.

he introduces you as his beloved. your job takes you far and wide across the universe, but he never fails to touch the small of your back as you greet your next client. “this is my beloved,” he says, and that is all. it is all you need to be.

little bird. 

you are his little bird, and the term practically replaces your birth name. there are days where you truly wonder if he remembers the name your mother gave you, but then he turns the corner, sees your face, and says, “oh, little bird, i was just thinking of you.” you melt instantly and hope he never remembers your true name. 

[lueurnotes]

“seeing” with the Force was described briefly in Rebels with Kanan (a blind Jedi) being able to see another person when a Holocron completely whited out a ship with light.

anyway I love the idea of a force sensitive partner being able to “see” Din as a part of the Force, rather than his actual face. that would be neat :)

[m-luce]

[lueurnotes]

💖💕What about Din x Jedi!reader HC?!💕💖

Din has raised a toddler with powers, met a nice lady with laser swords, and (he’s pretty sure) let his son go off to Jedi camp with the most Jedi-looking guy he’s seen. 

He still doesn’t know a lot.

That is until he crossed paths with you. An unassuming passenger. Something told him to bring you in. His allies and friends had already returned to their lives after the fall of Gideon. Grogu was still with Luke. Din was alone.

And it hurt more than before. 

But you appeared out of nowhere. Paths crossing during a dry spell in the guild with only low-level bounties that would cost him less in effort, but more in fuel. Now, he was absolutely not a taxi service, but something about you drew him in. A beautiful traveler seeking passage to a place he hadn’t been to before. Ilum. 

You may have opened his mind to the idea of taking you there, but who knows?

He thought you were crazy for venturing out into the borderline snowstorm. Returning hours later with a single crystal. Kyber, you called it.

He looks on in quiet awe as you meditate with the crystal placed in front of your crossed legs. It floats, dank farrik. And glows blue-white just like hyperspace. He’s never seen anyone more serene. 

A couple of days together turn into a few weeks. Then a full month and he realizes he wants you to stay.

Hence, his Jedi/co-pilot.

At every planet you stop at, you gather pieces for your own “laser sword” he dubbed it. 

He’s there when you first ignite it, grinning underneath his helmet.

You accompany him on his hunts, feeling Din through the Force as you both move in tandem. Push and pull. His talent as a hunter combined with your guidance makes for an incredibly fluid partnership. 

That isn’t to stay mistakes don’t happen.

When he’s hurt, you place his head in your lap, palm resting on his helmet, as you reach into him, feeling his pain briefly. You inhale sharply before evening out your breath to a slow, deep pace. A wave of calm washes over the both of you. Once he’s asleep, you patch him up as usual. 

You trust in the Force, but Din trusts in you.

[lueurnotes]

I posted this hella late so I’m starting a proper queue for my posts!

[lueurnotes]

💖💕What about Din x Jedi!reader HC?!💕💖

Din has raised a toddler with powers, met a nice lady with laser swords, and (he’s pretty sure) let his son go off to Jedi camp with the most Jedi-looking guy he’s seen. 

He still doesn’t know a lot.

That is until he crossed paths with you. An unassuming passenger. Something told him to bring you in. His allies and friends had already returned to their lives after the fall of Gideon. Grogu was still with Luke. Din was alone.

And it hurt more than before. 

But you appeared out of nowhere. Paths crossing during a dry spell in the guild with only low-level bounties that would cost him less in effort, but more in fuel. Now, he was absolutely not a taxi service, but something about you drew him in. A beautiful traveler seeking passage to a place he hadn’t been to before. Ilum. 

You may have opened his mind to the idea of taking you there, but who knows?

He thought you were crazy for venturing out into the borderline snowstorm. Returning hours later with a single crystal. Kyber, you called it.

He looks on in quiet awe as you meditate with the crystal placed in front of your crossed legs. It floats, dank farrik. And glows blue-white just like hyperspace. He’s never seen anyone more serene. 

A couple of days together turn into a few weeks. Then a full month and he realizes he wants you to stay.

Hence, his Jedi/co-pilot.

At every planet you stop at, you gather pieces for your own “laser sword” he dubbed it. 

He’s there when you first ignite it, grinning underneath his helmet.

You accompany him on his hunts, feeling Din through the Force as you both move in tandem. Push and pull. His talent as a hunter combined with your guidance makes for an incredibly fluid partnership. 

That isn’t to stay mistakes don’t happen.

When he’s hurt, you place his head in your lap, palm resting on his helmet, as you reach into him, feeling his pain briefly. You inhale sharply before evening out your breath to a slow, deep pace. A wave of calm washes over the both of you. Once he’s asleep, you patch him up as usual. 

You trust in the Force, but Din trusts in you.

[ken0biz]

no one got his joke :/

[mndalorians]

16 and 87 for the prompts? I think it fits perfectly for Din protecting someone or other way around ❤️ You are amazing sweetie

Admissions

Word count: 780

Warnings: canon-typical violence, descriptions of a wound

A/n: Iris I’m sorry but you’re the amazing one here 💕💕

Maker, it wasn’t supposed to be so bad.

The job was a simple one and barely worth it once you split the reward between yourself and Mando, but you had taken it to give the two of you sense of a break and to tide you over until another hotshot screwed over the wrong people with too much pride and too much money. Well, it was simple until you were ambushed by the bail jumper’s friends, and then it was outright chaos.

The whirr of vibroblades, shouts, grunts, blaster fire, cries, thuds, the roar of Mando’s flamethrower, screams and curses all merged together and created a cacophony of sound that made it difficult to know what was going on, but your strategy of hitting anything but beskar with your blade seemed to work well enough, especially when bodies continued to fall around you and Mando.

The last man to go down, however, had a little bit of luck left and used it to slice open your shin as he fell to the ground in front of you. You howled at the searing pain and your leg gave out beneath you, bracing for the inevitable pain of your body crumpling to the floor and squeezed your eyes shut, but you were instead greeted with strong arms wrapping around you.

‘I’ve got you,’ Mando whispered as he bundled you close to his chest, the quietness of the alley disturbing in comparison to the din that had consumed it only moments before.

*

‘I’ve got you,’ Mando repeated, his voice rough and ragged as he held you against his side and strained against the weight of the bounty and his own injuries, his beskar not having protected him from feeling the force of the blows dealt to him.

You couldn’t respond, too focused on the ripping hot pain consuming your shin and holding back the cries that were barricaded behind gritted teeth. A long, relieved breath escaped your nostrils when the Razor Crest came into view, but it wasn’t until Mando set you down on the edge of his cot that you felt able to let out a long groan, falling back as you did so.

‘Hold on,’ Mando said as he hefted the limp bail jumper into the carboniser.

He only received a grunt in response.

That was alright though, for he kept you in the corner of his eye as he put the carbonite slab away. It wasn’t long before he was kneeling in front of the cot, medikit open at his side, and pulling off your boot with a careful hand. You lifted your head just enough to watch him work, his visor determinedly focused on your leg as he cleaned the wound and sprayed it with bacta. It was only when the pain had subsided and he was dressing the wound, meticulously wrapping the bandage around your calf that you voiced what was on your mind. ‘You’re so adorable, you know that?’

Mando’s head shot up from his work, so quick and startled that you might as well have told him you knew what he looked like.

‘What? How?’ There was a guarded quality to his voice, his throat constricted just enough for you to hear it.

You shrugged, the blanket beneath you bunching up with the rise of your shoulders. ‘You care. You took out those men pretty much single-handedly—

‘You knocked out—’

‘—sh!’ you hissed, and Mando complied, sitting back on his heels with a short huff. ‘You care, Mando. Everyone has you pegged as this great, indomitable bounty hunter – and you are for the most part – but you’re handling my leg there like you’re afraid it’ll snap if you touch it the wrong way. Hell, you started helping without me even having to ask. You’re kind and selfless, Mando; those are rare qualities in a bounty hunter.’

The hull was quiet save for your breathing, though that felt loud in your ears as you waited for a response, each exhale bouncing off the walls surrounding Mando’s cot. And then you felt his hand over your knee, big and warm as he gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘I see those qualities in you too, you know,’ he said, somewhat shy but nevertheless sincere.

You sat up on your elbows to look at him better, though that lasted for only a moment. A rueful smile danced across your lips before you averted your gaze away from Mando’s helmet, content to give but not receive such a compliment. Your chest warmed and constricted. ‘Yeah, well, maybe we can put those traits to better use one day.’

Mando’s hand trailed down your leg, settled around your ankle. ‘Maybe.’

[lueurnotes]

I am going to take all those shipping asks and expand on them a lil more to post as fics/ficlets :) hell ya

[riggedbones-moving]

i feel like the direction they might be going for with post-sarlacc boba fett is like, a boba after anger. after jango is killed, boba uses the righteous anger he gets from that to fuel his revenge plot etc. he has a lot to be angry about, he’s been fucked over by life in a million different ways, and its fairly canon that his anger is his main drive, and also what keeps him alone. i personally headcanon that by the time of his “death” in the sarlacc, his anger is all but dried out, and that he no longer has a very powerful drive. he keeps working because theres nothing else he knows how to do and he keeps himself going with very loose targets and halfhearted attempts at the type of revenge that fueled him when he was younger. in the mandalorian, boba is not angry, and he isn’t alone. he’s with fennec, and it’s made clear in ming-na wen’s interview about fennec that they’re pretty close. his near death experience and subsequent survival gave him a second chance he didn’t think he deserved, the whole “sometimes fate steps in to rescue the wretched” thing. he had years to reflect while searching for his armor and it’s clear he came to some sort of realization. he’s finally, finally able to move on from jango’s death.

[incorrectmandalorian]

he lives