Soft Dorky Pan

She/Her, Pansexual, Still in school Into Merlin, Dt17, DP, DC, etc. Draws a lot and interested in being pretty chill! Loves fanart and shipping lol

[peachblossom-odyssey]

This won’t be super coherent but I love the idea of Paz, Cobb, Luke, Boba, all these dudes being so into Din, so into him, going gaga for a flash of bare wrist and a hint of that soft voice, and they’re hardcore pining like teenage girls for this shiny romance-magnet of a man who is just the most oblivious man ever who only wants to take care of his son and figure out what a jedi is

[imsoprettyithindersmyiq]

still thinking about mandalorians especially din.always din. his voice the way he talks to grogu the way he gets all emotional about the creed and the way and foundlings especially foundlings. o my god and his little sleeping quarters on the crest :,) so so so warm and fuzzy inside thinking about him getting his sleep he’s been through so much and he deserves peace and love and i just know he radiates heat i just KNOW he does. i bet he’s used to sleeping in cramped spaces and just curls up or is perfect for cuddles bc he can just lay there perfectly still. i would give anything to hear his breathing become slower,deeper, and maybe his fingers twitch while he dreams. and don’t get me started on him w grogu during sleeping times, din realizing he needs to actually create a bedtime :,))) din figuring out that if you hum at the right pitch and rub this one place behind grogu’s ear he’ll fall right asleep. din walking up because he hears or feels grogu having a nightmare and picks him up, holds him close and reminds grogu that he’s not in danger anymore and that he’s right there :,)) and grogu on instinct holds dins finger with his little claw hands while din shushes him back to sleep. or maybe he lets him babble it out even with the sobs just doesn’t want grogu to stop making noise bc he so rarely does. maybe din wakes up to find a green claw hand clutching his night shirt, he knows he should wake the baby up and tell him he needs to learn to sleep away from din in his little hammock doesn’t have the heart bc he just got the little one back. din hates that his head reminds him how cold it must have been in the imperial labs; no blankets, no ball, no gloves or shirts to clutch onto that smell like home. and the mornings din likes to get the kid talking starts with reminds the green babe of the important rules of bedtime and how he can’t always sleep with din, the kid frowns but din commits some gentle act of affection that lets grogu know he doesn’t mean he’ll ever really turn grogu away after he has a nightmare or deals with some reminder of his lonely past. one night grogu was sleeping in his hammock right on time without fuss but din was the one who couldn’t settle, he’d managed to for an hour or so but woke up remembering his mother and father, how they used to all cuddle up in bed and tell stories and eat before he watched them be destroyed, he stared at the wall in front of him terrified that if he turned his head he wouldn’t see grogu, that he would be alone again. but right in cue the little one was there clutching the cloth over his shoulder babbling, trying to nuzzle into the warmth of din. and of course din had run out of false strength he closed his eyes breathed finally, and held the little one close as he felt his baby clutch gently at cloth over his chest pressing it into his face and lulling back to dreamland. while din just tried to breath again, tell himself he has the baby, he has his foundling, he is safe, he is not in that horrible moment anymore. looking down tears stinging his eyes to see the most precious form of love. something deep at the core of his soul is saying his mother and father would be so proud to see him now.

[glupandtheshittos]

what were they trying to convey with din carrying bobas armor through the hot desert if not pure utter romance

[willowcrowned]

I... am suddenly and viciously intrigued about what you'd do with "Sugar Daddy Boba" as a concept (possibly with Jaster, Jango, and three million brothers all judging from the afterlife as not-Force Ghosts)

Boba single-handedly funds all of Din's (read: Bo-Katan's) structural changes on Mandalore partially because he is loyal to the Mand'alor, and also because he likes Din, and also because he likes Din.

Jaster is mildly approving, Jango wishes Boba would do the sensible thing and just fight Din for the darksaber himself, and the three million brothers all judging from the afterlife think that it's the lamest and most ineffective seduction plan in the history of ever. They are... not wrong. Din doesn't even realize he's being courted.

[maderilien]

Feeling utterly nostalgic lately. I started writing look at me (with your eyes closed) about one year ago. I miss the buzz and anticipation for Boba to reappear on the show after that outstanding first episode, and this all led me to reread some fragments and bask in the memories.

Here's one of the sweetest scenes between Boba & Din 😊 spoilers for the end of the fic!

"Why did you bring me here?" Boba asks. His eyes wander over the dashboard and he naturally gravitates toward the left hand passenger seat, where he used to sit.

"This belongs to you," Din says. The rusty, chipped green Mandalorian helmet in his hands is a striking sight.

This isn't something he can avoid or ignore anymore. Under Din's eyes, he feels bashful putting it over his head, so he turns around.

"I want to take another gamble," Din says. "It might be wrong, or it might be right, but I won't know which one it is until I do it."

Of course, the last time he gave Boba his helmet back, they had a fight. Literally. Boba would be cautious too—it wouldn't be surprising to discover the helmet is cursed in some way. (Or maybe just Boba. Though he's thinking less and less in this manner nowadays.)

"I have a feeling it's the right choice."

He turns to ask what Din means to say, when the sight that waits for him freezes him on the spot.

Choking on his breath, Boba twirls back around, eyes clenched tightly.

Din has brown hair.

It's messy and long enough to wrap around his ears a bit as it curls at the tips. It frames his face like a halo.

No, no, no, no—He's not supposed to see.

"Boba," Din says.

The clear, undistorted sound of his voice… It's not the first time Boba hears it, but he didn't think he would hear it again.

Oh, but that hair, he touched that hair in the past. It was soft.

His hand twitches at his side—he clenches his fist.

"Boba, look at me." One of Din’s hands catches the bottom tip of Boba’s helmet and turns his head around slowly.

Boba lets himself be moved, but makes no further move than that.

"Look at me, my beloved," Din pleads.

With his eyes closed, a tiny smile pulling at his lips, Boba asks, "How do you know I’m not?"

Beloved. Beloved.

"I know." The hand vanishes from his helmet and rests on his shoulder, Din’s thumb tracing an imaginary line over the muscle there. "You’re too tense. Too dense, actually. Do you not hear my words?"

"I’m not the one risking everything between the two of us," Boba argues. "I hear your words, but you are careless."

Din chuckles. "I know I’m not making a mistake. You just confirmed it for me."

Butterfly swarms fill all the empty places inside of him. He's drunk on the feeling.

"And if I disappoint you again?"

"We’ll talk about it. We've come far enough to talk first if something happens, haven’t we?"

Din is so patient. After everything, how is he still so patient with him?

.

Din has no control over his expression.

If Boba thought he was quite good at reading his body language before, seeing his face is like having a voice whispering in his ear, 'Look how nervous I am, look how much this means to me, look how much I care about you.'

He’s blushing intently—even the tips of his ears seem a little red.

Boba is warming up too.

Din is a very handsome man.

"I wondered what colour your eyes were," Boba says.

"They're brown," Din replies hoarsely.

"I see that now."

Din breathes in, then leans down, resting his bare forehead over Boba's helmet.

"What does this mean?" Boba asks.

"You are part of my family," Din whispers, so close that Boba’s visor fogs up. "However you want to be."

"I want to kiss you."

"More than this?" He leans into their pressed foreheads more.

"More than that."

[dindlarin]

Don’t Look at Me (I Can’t Look Away) a BobaDin Beauty and the Beast style AU for @quarra! 

The first of two illustrations that I did for the concept that I had far too much fun with! 

A little bit more about this AU: 

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[browneyedmando]

no but i actually do think about boba fett and his relationship with his own appearance a lot

like the fact that when he looks in the mirror he sees his dead fathers face. when he looks in the mirror he sees a face shared with millions of others. when he looks in the mirror he sees the many many many scars thats damn sarlacc gave him

but when din looks at him for the first time, and those brown eyes flicker over his features, and din leans in to kiss him, he thinks “what does he see, when he looks at me?”

what is he seeing that isnt there?

but for din, when he sees boba’s face he isnt thinking about the fact that hes scarred/a clone/his father, he just sees the man he fell in love with

and boba…

he hasn’t been looked in the eye with love since his father died

din kisses his cheeks, his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids and calls boba “my love” and theres nothing more to be said

what does din see, when he looks at boba?

he sees his cyare

[lost-your-mind-in-the-sound]

I like to think the reason why Boba didn't immediately approached Din was because he was overwhelmed.

Like, he sees this dude, some random stranger in pure beskar carrying not only his child, but Bobas armor through the fucking dune of tatooine and his brain short-circuited

He doesn't think anyone else treated his armor with that much respect ever.

How this stranger was ready to throw hands to protect the armour of a stranger, without knowing if it's owner is even alive, and then he recognized his right to it, willing handing it back.

Trusting him to save his child.

And then, then he learns that this man flew into a fucking Krayt dragon and blew him up from the inside.

For his armour.

Turning your back on Boba Fett is dangerous, but Din does it with ease because he is oh so kind and trusting.

He deemed him as ally, as friend.

And it takes his breath away.

He doesn't really care about Mandalore but he cares about Din and he thinks there was never someone more fit to be a ruler.

He rules with Fennec by his side. He has no need do bow to someone. People should bow to them.

Except Din. He was special.

Someone he wants by his side, someone he wants to support and watch him succeed.

Someone, he wishes to serve. To show him his devotion, to offer his heart and soul

Fennec teases him but he can't bring himself to care.

Not with someone so exceptional as Din Djarin by his side.

[vvitchering]

/stares sadly at ao3 and it’s lack of new bobadin content ):

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I’m back on this bs. Goddamnit! Anyway, have a sketch of Human!DonUno content! ✨💕👏

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I fricking colored it. (I didn’t want to make Uno just have white hair, so I made it seem more like he dyed his bangs lol)

Anyway, enjoy!

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So. . . . I’m back and the first thing I post is this. Welp.

Oh well! Have some DonUno content, human edition! OvO @bamboozledeagle @adamarinayu

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The left is the original design of Hidden Gods!au by the amazing oversugared_latte on tiktok!

SEIZURE WARNING // GodlyInnit Palette / Reference. || #fyp #art #reference #hiddengodsau #tommyinnit #dreamsmp

The right is my fanart of Blood God Tommy! ✨💕🌸

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I just want Awesamdad and Tommy to be canon. I also want Tommy to match with his dad. Please, just let Tommy have a good stable parental figure!

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Contest entry on discord for the fic:

I drew Tommy and Deo! This is a scene in chapter 24, where Tommy stole Deo's glasses, lol. Source leads you to the fic!

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Sketch for the fic: I'm The King of the castle, Get down you dirty Rascal~!

Deo: Skull with sunglasses

Bitzel: Sword with jacket

Luke: Fruitbowl

Wisp: Skeleton with Wisp symbol

Tubbo: Bee with flower

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