#jennaispunk

[perotovar]

Erin!!!

Did you see CM punk in Fantastic Four gear at Summerslam?!? WOWZA!! (I’m not into WWE anymore, but I am into him!!) 😮‍💨

I DID!!!!!!! i think these are chicago colors?? maybe i pulled that out of my ass, i don't know lol

but i'm def choosing to believe these are f4 colors 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[jennaispunk]

@swiftiscruff Friendship gift exchange

Thank you @swiftispunk and @joelscruff for being friends and putting this together.

This moodboard is for all of us. This silly, goofy wonderful man brought us all together and I will be forever grateful to him for that.

To all you who have interacted with me, read my work, sent messages and boops…THANK YOU!!

You all are amazing and my world is better with you in it.

Tagging: @sawymredfox @beefrobeefcal @janaispunk @morallyinept @fallingforthearch @beardedjoel @wethairjoel @hotgirlbedtimescenarios @faeriellie @perennialdoll247 @yourcoolauntie @noxturnalpascal @feelingindigosworld @syd-djarin @jinxispunk @fhatbhabie @burntheedges

[almostfoxglove]

Hi Freya!! 💜

I’m stepping out of my comfort zone in 2025 and challenging myself to try new genres in my writing.

If it’s still available, I would love to try my hand at 🪦Max Phillips, please.

omg hi jenn!! I'm SO excited you're joining in and that you're grabbing max - I LOVE HIM and I know you're gonna crush it <3 I hope you like your moodboard!!

if you need a song to get you started, how about unknown/nth?

let's write some angst! (all slots filled)

[mothandpidgeon]

Hey Moth!!!

For EOY asks: 2,7 and 12 please.

💜💜💜

Thanks for the ask, lovely!!! So glad to have you in my orbit this year!

2. A piece you're proud of and why

I'm very proud of Unrequited! I was very nervous about it for some reason. It took a long time to complete. I remember listening to "Old Man" on repeat on a flight, obsessively writing it. I'm very pleased with how it turned out and that it spoke to a lot of people!

7. Comfort character to create for

Hmmm either Joel or Ezra. Joel has a very soft spot in my heart. He's definitely very comforting.

12. A concept you'd like to develop next year

My goal (and it shouldn't be THAT hard to execute) is to finish Nine Lives!!! Better hold me to it!

[freelancearsonist]

Hey there! I just found your page and the ABBA song challenge sounds so fun!! I’d love to give it a try (ABBA is somewhat of a guilty pleasure of mine).

I have no idea what album to pick so I’m sending you a 🖤 to let fate (and you) decide. Thanks!! 💜💜

OOOOOH this one is going to be so good 😩

song: take a chance on me

character: dave york

i'm actually so excited to see how this plays out skdfdsjf thank you for joining <3

[perotovar]

Happy Birthday Erin!!! I hope you’re having an amazing day!! 💜💜💜

For the FMK: Dio,Pero,Clint

PLAYING THIS GAME WAS A MISTAKE SDFGLKJHFG

not my 3 babies, pls 😭😭

okay, ugh, fine

fuck pero, marry clint, kill dio

i had to switch around pero and clint this time, but if i had my way, none of them would die and we'd all be in a happy polyamorous relationship AND YET

kiddingggg thank you jenn for playing and for the bday wishes <3

[jennaispunk]

Gift of a Friend

Summary: An unlikely meeting leads to something unexpected.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Talia)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none. This is just fluff (sorry not sorry). A “This is how they met” story. It’s just two people who could use a friend finding each other. Maybe it might lead to more…..

Notes: I wrote this for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. This is for you @sawymredfox!!! I hope you like this. Thank you for being brave and reaching out to me. Look at us, two introverts making a connection lol. You are too sweet and my world would be a little less bright without you in it. Love you. 💜💜

The title is from a Demi Levato song.

Thank you @fallingforthearch for being my beta.

graphics and support banners by the amazing @saradika-graphics

The sounds of the bazaar filled her ears: children laughing… vendors calling out sometimes in their native tongue and sometimes in basic, peddling their fruits and vegetables or homemade goods. The sun beat down on the dirt as she made her way through the bustle and cacophony, looking for a few things to make up her dinner for the evening.

Another long shift at the hospital had come and gone, mainly assisting with patching up drunken patrons from the cantina whose mouths had earned them a fist to the jaw or the nose.

Gathering the last things she needed, she headed to her small home, ready to finally relax and maybe start the new book she’d been dying to read. The sound of babbling behind her caught her attention. She looked down to see a small green creature looking up at her. His big dark eyes looked up at her curiously, almost as if he knew her. He babbled again and reached his arms out to her.

“Hey, little buddy…. Are you all alone? Where’s your mama?”

Her eyes darted, searching the crowd. He was an unusual looking creature. Not a species she had ever seen before, but so adorable. Surely, someone must be looking for him.

His ears twitched, and he made a sound that sounded almost like a whine. He instantly lifted his arms again, and she scooped him up. The little creature babbled happily in her arms. She stared at him, feeling a sense of comfort and peace with this little guy she hadn’t felt in a long time. She felt he was trying to communicate with her, even though all his sounds were only gibberish.

“Do you speak Basic?” Talia asked. “Can you tell me where your parents are?”

The little green creature babbled again, tilting his head. His little hand reached out to touch her face. She softly gasped at the unexpected contact but relaxed as she felt the warmth and comfort wash over her.

“There you are…”

Her eyes shot up to behold a broad man clad in armor and a helmet. She recognized his armor immediately; he was a Mandalorian. She blinked rapidly at him, her tongue briefly peeking out to wet her lips.

“He's yours?”

“Yes…he belongs to me.” His voice was devoid of emotion through the modulator. He stood rigid and tall, an unmoving statue. The sun created an almost halo-like ring around him, making him look like some ancient god she’d read about in a novel.  

“Friendly little guy, isn’t he?”

“He doesn’t usually like a lot of people.” His response was short and to the point.

A puff of air escaped her lips as the little green creature babbled in her arms. This mysterious Mandalorian was so hard to read and apparently not one for conversation.

“Come on, Grogu. It’s time to go home.”

Her brow ticked skyward. It was an interesting name. The little guy completely ignored him, continuing to coo and play with strands of her blonde hair swirling in the gentle breeze.

He exhaled loudly, his right knee jutting out slightly as his hands went to his hips.

“Grogu…”

The tone of his voice made Grogu’s ears droop slightly and he pouted for just a moment before leaping from her arms and returning to his Mandalorian.

He scooped Grogu into his arms and turned away without another word. She huffed. Was he just going to walk away without a word? She opened her mouth to insult him, but Grogu’s high-pitched noises stopped her. The Mandalorian stopped as well, keeping his back to her but turning his head to the side.

“Thank you…for looking out for him.”

She called out to his retreating form, her arms crossed tight across her chest. “You’re welcome.”

“Mudscuffer.” she added under her breath.

Din walked away with Grogu babbling in his arms, reaching back toward Talia. Din shook his head, a strange feeling in his chest. Something about that girl intrigued him. Maybe it was how sweet she was with Grogu. Perhaps it was the way she called him a Mudscuffer when she thought he couldn’t hear. She had spunk, and he found himself wanting to see her again.

Halfway through the bazaar, she realized her mistake. The shopkeeper offered his son to carry the packages home for her, but she refused, her pride overruling common sense. She’d been saving for months to buy this easel and canvases, and she didn’t want another set of hands all over it. Besides, she’d made it this long on her own, and she could do this too.

“Dank Farrik!”  she groaned, adjusting the packages in her hands, determined to make it back home without dropping them.

Din watched her from a distance as she struggled, silently chuckling to himself. She was a stubborn one, too damn prideful to ask for help. His heart stirred at the sight.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

Taking the packages into his arms with little effort, he looked down at her, his helmet hiding his smirk.

She stared at him, opening her mouth to speak then closing it again. She hadn’t expected to see him again, although he had managed to find a way into her thoughts over the last few days.

 Before she could speak, Grogu took the opportunity to jump into her arms.

“Hello, little friend.” She laughed as she booped his nose.

“Which way?” he asked. The glint of his armor caught her eye as he shifted his weight.

“Oh, uh…. this way.” Her hand jutted out in the direction of her place.

An awkward silence fell over them like a heavy fog as they walked toward her house, neither one willing to break the tension. His boots softly scuffed the dirt in a steady rhythm, lulling her into a strange sense of comfortability.

“Do you have a name?” Her voice cut through the silence. “Or should I just call you Mando?”

One of his shoulders raised slightly.

“I figured you’d just call me Mudscuffer.” His chuckle was like a soft whisper through the modulator.

She swallowed hard and fixed her eyes on the road. She couldn’t believe he’d heard her say that. She thought he was out of earshot when she let that slip.

“My name is Din.”  

“Talia,” she offered before he even had a chance to ask. His head turned slightly toward her, giving her an almost imperceptible nod.

He sat the package down in her living room and straightened, admiring the small space. It was sparsely decorated but cozy—like a home. A worn bookshelf stood tall in the corner, filled with books and a few small trinkets. He wondered what sort of books lined those shelves and if she imagined herself in those worlds as she read them.

She watched him standing in her living room, the sun beaming in and reflecting off his Beskar armor. She found herself wanting to know more about him…. anything about him, really.

“Thanks for your help.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. Grogu shuffled around on the floor, fascinated by the space.  His coos filled the air, punctuating the uneasiness between them.

“You’re welcome.”

She opened her packages and set up her easel by the window, adjusting it a few times to find the perfect angle to catch the light. The canvases were stacked neatly into the corner under the small shelving holding a small assortment of paints and brushes.

“You paint?”

Din could almost imagine her sitting by this window; tiny speckles of paint freckled across her cheek, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked. The sunlight streaming down, illuminating her golden locks, would have been breathtaking.

“I’m getting back into it again. I had to save for a while before I could afford a new easel and a few pieces of canvas.”

He quietly cleared his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to talking to people. He couldn’t remember the last time he had an actual conversation with someone. Talking to her was…nice. His cheeks flushed under his armor, and he was grateful she couldn’t see his face. He was a bounty hunter and a trained warrior, not some little boy with a crush.

“Would you and Grogu like to stay and have dinner with me? It’d be nice to have some company for a change.” Her cheeks burned with heat as she asked the question. Her heartbeat quickened with every moment he was silent.

“Thank you for the offer, but Grogu and I should be going.”  He didn’t know how to explain to her that his creed forbade him from revealing his face to anyone but his riduur. That was a conversation for another time. He’d broken that vow once and endured too much to redeem himself to risk it again.

Her chin briefly tilted toward the floor before she returned her gaze to his helmet with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

 “Sure…. maybe another time.”

His chest tightened as he collected Grogu. This feeling was strange to him—this feeling of wanting to connect with someone. He’d spent his whole life without any real attachment to anyone until Grogu. Now, he found himself wanting to be in her presence, wanting something with her that he always longed for but denied himself: a friend…and maybe something more.

Without thinking, he stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

“Our home is just outside the city. If you’re ever interested, there’s plenty of good lighting and landscape to paint.”

The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them.

“I’m sure Grogu would like it if you came to visit sometime when you’re free. He seems to like you.”

Her smile could have lit up the deepest mines of Mandalore. This mysterious stranger had her completely captivated. She’d realized how much she missed having someone to just be with… someone to fill that void of loneliness she tried to ignore for so long.

“I’d like to visit Grogu sometime, too.”

[jennaispunk]

hi jenn! 

to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.

i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom. 

because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3

so first, how are you, really?

everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.

i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼

now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with joel <3

do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂

anna 💗

Anna!!

Thank you so much for reaching out. The vibes have definitely been off here lately but it’s nice to be reminded that there are kind, positive people in this fandom.

I hope you are taking care of yourself as well. Make sure you are taking time for yourself, staying hydrated and protecting your peace.

For me, this whole thing has put some things in perspective. We are supposed to be a community and support each other. We should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down.

I am not super active on tumblr. I have posted a few things that I’ve written and will reblog the work of others but I don’t reach out the way that I should, mostly due to being such an introvert and worried about making a fool out of myself but that changes now. I want to make it a point to start reblogging more and reaching out to others in the fandom if only to let them know that they matter. We all deserve a place here.

Even with all the recent negativity, I feel blessed to be here. I have met some amazing people here, one of them being you! I’m always here if you need to talk.

Thank you so much for spreading the positivity. You are a lovely soul and this fandom is a better place with you in it! Sending all the love and hugs right back to you, my friend. 🫂

I will absolutely enjoy my quiet night with Joel.

Much love,

Jenn 💜💜