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[buirdjarin]

The Mandalorian | He means more to me than you will ever know.

@buirdjarin

[mandalorianxtraitor]

@buirdjarin​ started following you.

Corrine might have betrayed her planet before, but she would never be convinced to betray her people again. So when she found that a bounty had been placed on a Mandalorian, she knew she had to see of any competition and ‘claim’ the bounty for herself, warn him before losing him. When she found the sought after Mandalorian, another bounty hunter was a step ahead. Luckily, she had no qualms about shooting someone in the back as he attempted to corner their target in the alleyway of a market outpost.

Letting the smoke settle, Corrine held up the puck she’d been given and her blaster to make sure he knew she wasn’t about to shoot him. “There are a lot of people on your trail.” She warned him, dropping the puck and crushing it beneath her boot. “You need to find somewhere to lay low for a while.” She told him.

[kinakaarz]

for @buirdjarin​ ; continued from here

Dark eyes wander to meet beskar as his modulated voice, hauntingly familiar to her, brings her back into the bar. Her thoughts are an absolute maze in which she constantly lost herself. Kina doesn’t like the thought being his escort through this mission; she could have been at the ready to assist him this entire time, but he had made the widely unpopular, and likely largely difficult, decision to leave. “You were told correct,” she confirms with a bit of a reluctant exhale. “I suppose I am an expert of this region. So here’s what I propose: we find your bounty and then we part ways.” There was more she wanted to say — much more — but she holds her tongue, preparing herself to leave the cantina. She won’t look back to see if he follows. Not again.

[luminousxbeings]

@buirdjarin

While he had never forgotten the face of his buir, his soft, fuzzy memories of infancy, the infallibility of memory, and the relentless march of time had all but erased the memory of his voice.

When he’d realized he wasn’t able to remember the cadence of his father’s voice as a child, he’d been utterly despondent, struck anew with grief that cut his heart as keenly as any beskar blade. Jedi were expected to cherish their memories of loved ones long lost, but never dwell upon them. Mandalorians were expected to honor the memory of their parent. Grogu Djarin, though… well, his weakness had always been his attachments to those closest to him. He’d thought he’d made peace with that, both as a Jedi Knight and as a Mandalorian.

Fate and circumstance had flung him far into the past now, to a time where he himself was an infant… and his buir was still alive. By his calculations, Grogu figured it had been less than a year or so since his buir had rescued him from the darkness. He should have kept his distance, maintained his solemn vigil over his past self and his father and keep his eyes peeled for the darjetii that had started this mess. He should have put his duty over his feelings, and not let his emotions get the better of him… but the prospect of hearing the voice of his father once more after over a century was a siren call he couldn’t resist.

His love for his father was his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.

Quietly, he crept closer to the camp. His dark robes and his beskar helped to camoflauge him in the shadows, and his light step was carefully augmented using the Force. It would not due to let his father see him, after all, and cause a temporal paradox. The little hunter perched high in the canopy, using the viewfinder of his buy’ce to get a closer look.

‘It will be easier to protect him this way,’ he reasoned with himself, ‘He won’t see me at all, and I can be sure that he is safe.’

His heart clenched at the sight of Din Djarin anyways. By the Force, it had been so long…

So focused upon not alerting his father, the Best Bounty Hunter in the Galaxy, that he completely neglected his precocious younger self. His younger, clever, observant little self, who had always been hyper-aware of his surroundings. That vigilance had been one of the things that had kept him alive all those years, and he ought not to have been as surprised as he was when a little head tilted upwards, and little eyes locked right on to him.

[jawa-sooga]

@buirdjarin​

Gasket looked up. The sun was setting rapidly in the horizon. Chills had already crept into his stained, ragged robe. He jumped, quickly tugging on the straps of his rucksack; the short respite from the weight that had been pulling his back felt good, albeit brief. Whatever that was tucked deep within the rucksack tumbled and jingled against one another. He sighed.

He narrowed his eyes. Twilight came quick this side of the equinox, which made the shock-white welding lights sparkle bright in the distance. A ship! Quickly he dropped his rucksack, swinging up a binocular that was hung on one of many straps around his rucksack close to his eyes.

Utini. He had heard rumours. Life is a surprise! He couldn’t believe his eyes. Hurriedly he picked his rucksack up again, huddling towards the ship.

< Mando! >

He waved, perhaps a little too excitedly.

< Mando! I can repair! I can repair! >

[buirdjarin]

THE MANDALORIAN | ROLEPLAY BLOG

@buirdjarin | Din Djarin by Vic | 18+ Mun

Literate and Independent Blog. OC Friendly.

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FROM HERE.

“I was,” she hummed quietly, “but I had a feeling I needed to come back and check up on you.”

She was no stranger to what he was going through, losing someone close that was. It was never a great feeling, a wound to the heart that never seemed to heal. The way he was holding that spear gave away how tense he was, distraught with the aftermath of the situation. 

Grogu was done and they had a mission to do but she was certain that he wanted to get him back. Who could blame him? After all that time spent together, it was a no-brainer that a connection was made between the two. 

She reached out, resting a hand on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind?”

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[buirdjarin]

Din sticking a straw under his helmet to drink anything is something I didn’t expect to see in fanfics but ngl, it’s a genius thought.