Currently thinking about your modern au Din and specifically about his piercings. I love/need him. Have a good day!!!
I'm thinking about him too, all the time!!! ✋😮💨 thinking about how the tattoos look along his arms and hands, along with the big pieces he's got scattered all over. In my mind, he has a lot of American traditional style work and huge pieces along his back/chest/thighs. Arms, hands, and legs are the free-for-all with designs 🙂↕️
I need him too. I need him in every way I can have him. Preferably with the re-pierced lips and no sleeves on his shirt, but I'll never be picky.
I hope you have an amazing, wonderful day and just know Din would want the same for you 💙
(also those new pictures of pedro in the black short sleeve shirt is a *great* visualization of bouncer!din 😮💨 i'm just sayin)
May I request more modern au din? Will reader or him ever confess? What kind of cat is grogu? Do you have a specific aesthetic for dins apartment? You said he *had* snake bites (which killed me omggggg) does he have/had anything else?
He has been stuck in my head ever since reading your fics; but you don't have to answer any of these. Regardless, I want to thank you for taking the time to write and post. You're an excellent writer and depict scenes with flowing detail and emotion, I truly feel like I'm right there. Thank you! <3
me currently because
a. i want to talk about modern!din more than anything maybe ever
b. your kindness means the world to me, and i want to thank you for sending this. i appreciate you so much and you have all of my love 💙
now on to the din djarin of it all—
May I request more modern au din?
⭒ i've never been happier to say yes in my life. i could write 12 more stories about this man
Will reader or him ever confess?
⭒ so the answer to that is [redacted] and the first one to do so is [redacted] and they [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]
What kind of cat is grogu?
⭒ grogu the cat is, in my head, a devon rex. they look a little bit alien-like, and i think it's fitting. i'm going to add reference pictures, but i always urge people to imagine what they think fits best!!!
Do you have a specific aesthetic for dins apartment?
⭒ in my head, his apartment has a dark green overall aesthetic with a lot of black/white/neutrals in the decor. there's exposed pipes and brick, but he's worked around it. in the au, he's worked a ton of jobs and traveled, so i imagine a lot his decor centers around the places he's been. lots of lowlight or lamps and i imagine him to be kind-of a plant guy, but in the way that people think he is but he's never actually mentioned that he likes plants. i'm gonna add more reference pictures, but again, whatever feels fitting for the reader works for me 🙂↕️
You said he *had* snake bites (which killed me omggggg) does he have/had anything else?
⭒ he absolutely had snake bites, and after he re-pierced them again, i imagine he realized that he liked them more than he remembered and breaks them out on a saturday night- or if he sees the reader again ;)
anyways, definitely snake bites and he's got the three lobe piercings- but he only wears silver hoops that are flush against his skin. subtle but he likes the way they look. maybe he also has a septum piercing (he does) and he used to have an eyebrow piercing but he let it close up for good.
don't get me started on his tattoos, we'll be here all week
i hope that answers some questions!!! thank you again for sending this ask, it really means a lot to me and i hope when i post the next one, you enjoy it just as much 🥹💙
about simonetta, and tobia, and giorgio, and hell, even viola, she’s a sister-in-law.
about stream and bright.
about the young boys i have yet to name who would kill for each other.
about effie and his younger brother. and then a different version of him’s completely different older brother and how he only ever has one brother in both of these worlds. and about him and his ward in his afterlife who he treats like a brother.
about ressie and calvin, back when they were once best friends, as thick as blood.
about all the cappu island families, particularly esme and maya.
something i likely should have done a fair bit ago but unfortunately i'll be letting lacie baskerville from pandora hearts go! she was housed in townhouse 201, thank you!
Oz wasn't sure what to feel, when Break informed him of Lacie's presence here. Still isn't sure, if he were to be honest with himself. He's not even sure about what he's feeling currently, as he stares at the screen of the device in his hands. Her name seemed to have automatically been placed among his contacts when he arrived. Perhaps he should've figured out how to operate it sooner.
Trepidation. That's what he feels, he thinks, as his grip tightens around his phone. He wasn't afraid of her. She was the reason he existed, after all. He remembers her, now. How she gifted one of his bodies to the Core, and kept the other for herself in the material world. The fact that she was his first Contractor.
Distantly, he can feel it. The presence of another part of himself somewhere in the city. Strange, how this world they've found themselves in works. How two versions of himself can exist simultaneously. The Black Rabbit has always been an anomaly among chains, though. He knows this. He thinks this version of him that's still by Lacie's side is -- not quite at the same level of sentience that he now possesses. Still in the infancy of its -- his -- existence.
He does miss her.
[TXT] Hello, Ms. Lacie! I hope the evening's treating you well? I know you might not recognize me like this, but I would love to chat with you soon, if you got the time?
[TXT] I realize that my name may show up as 'Oz Vessalius'. I assure you that I have no relation to Jack. Well, other than the fact his body is now mine. He made an illegal contract with me, as the Black Rabbit, you know. He's no longer here.
[TXT] I much prefer being called just 'Oz.'
[TXT] Anyways! I would love to have some tea with you. Just let me know a time and place that works.
[TXT] /(•｡ㅅ｡•๑)\
the way i forgot to resend her in lmao. reapplying as lacie baskerville from pandora hearts, please! everything should be where it was last time thank you!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Lacie!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 201.
You’ll retain everything you were given in your previous stay.
FOR A SHORT, FOOLISH MOMENT, break entertains the idea of oz having been pulled into the same world as him. more of an instinctive thought than anything, at hearing a melody he's heard before, though a bit differently— it's a song, this time, not the type of music oz's pocketwatch plays.
maybe it's more of a hum. somebody nearby is pausing next to one of the channels of sparkling water, most likely taking a break from shopping, singing to themselves. it's a pleasant voice, but not one he recognizes. still, they have to be from his world, right?
it seems justifiable, to summon mad hatter. the first connection to his home, so close, all the more frustrating that he can't get a better grip on the situation by himself.
he doesn't get past the first sentence. what can you s—, he starts with, a question in his own mind, and mad hatter replies without waiting for him to finish.
EYES THAT HERALD MISERY. A CHILD OF THE CORE.
there's the undertone of something in its voice he's also familiar with, the urge to destroy whatever the abyss has brought forth. and, as he knows now, children of ill omen were the core's desperate attempt at creating something to save her. there's no mistaking it, with the intensity mad hatter speaks, almost pushing him forward. his hand twitches, in the direction of where his cane would be, without meaning to. he catches himself in the act and adjusts.
' not to interrupt— that's a beautiful melody, i must say! ' CHILD OF THE CORE, mad hatter chants, and break's smile doesn't waver in the face of its insistence. ' may i ask your name? '
curiosity brings the scribe to theater of calliope, the intention to sit far back and watch briefly before returning to his housing. only he finds it's empty besides the woman on stage. as they're the only ones present, he decides to stay and find a less obvious seat, listening as she sings something to herself. oddly enough, there's a silent relief in seeing the area so deserted. somewhere like this might be a good place to visit when empty.
for all his thoughts, sudden silence goes unnoticed for a while but when realisation hits, his eyes shift and unfortunately, she finally spotted him. now is likely a good time to leave to avoid the possibility of an uncomfortable interaction — being caught when under the impression you're alone isn't a pleasant thought. so then, why does he feel no immediate need to depart yet? perhaps he could get away with pretending he simply hadn't seen her when arriving.
