#cvanth

[sirtadcooper]

Twenty icons of Cobb Vanth (The Mandalorian).

Requested by @cvanth​.

250 x 250px.

Please like/reblog if you use or save them and don’t claim as your own, thank you! ♡

Want another colour? Just ask.

Previous icons are available on my icons page (/icons) and in my icons tag (/tagged/*icons).

Icons under the cut:

[sirtadcooper]

Hi Ruth!! Soooo I have a little request if you ever have time or feel like doing it.. Could you.. maybe.. make some Cobb Vanth icons? 🥺 👉👈 I have this one that I made myself but it's not as good as yours and I would love to have one that you made! No pressure at all!! If you don't feel like it, it's okay! I really don't want to put any pressure on you. I just love your icons as you probably know by now 💓 Have a lovely sunday!

Hello, Emelie! <3 Absolutely no problem, I would be honoured to make Cobb Vanth icons for you! If you are after any colours or anything can you please let me know?

I’ll tag you when I post them. :)

(Aww I love your icon though!)

[bisexualrights]

Ohhhh happy birthday Hayden!!! <3 And congrats on 4k!! I hope you're having a wonderful day. Keep being you, you're amazing 🌟 lots of love <3

thank you so much lovely!!!!

[tesb]

Happy birthday!! 🥳 I hope you're having a wonderful day 💓

aw absolutely!! thank you so much ❤️

[galmaborn]

∘⡊☆˚⊹  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄    ||    @cvanth​​

           𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐌.    there’s no thought behind it, no moment taken to steady her hand.    her actions are a fearful blur between two points in time: the raider standing over cobb & their body collapsing on the dune beside him.    there’s something so foreign in the way he looks at her that she doesn’t recognize it as 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 at first... pride in her.    the result is a bright smile, however brief it may be.    “maybe you’d have another dent in that armor... but you’d’ve figured something out.”    you always do.    it’s left unsaid, but is written in crystalline eyes with the ink of an unwavering confidence.    one gloved hand is outstretched in an offer to help him to his feet.

           “you alright?”    her voice comes out soft, quiet, concerned as the flash of adrenaline fades.    the aches of forming bruises & the searing burn from an off-target blaster bolt taking its place.    her breathing is uneven, though whether it is due to pain or worry myla isn’t sure.    she shifts, boots sinking in sand, in an attempt at concealing the rip in her sleeve & the burn underneath.    she’ll be fine, but she has to know that he will be, too.    she’s never had any sort of family.    she raised herself, taught herself, survived by herself, & told herself that she didn’t need anyone else... but cobb vanth comes damn near close to everything myla wished on countless stars for as a kid.    it was like the galaxy had finally concluded that she’d been alone for long enough.    losing him has never been an option.    “you aren’t 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓... right?”