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draws all over Father's helmet
A deep sigh rumbles over the muffling of his helmet. A helmet made of the incredibly expensive beskar and an important part of his culture. It was now covered in various childish doodles. They’d all wash off of course so there was no need to scold him. Now, if the child decided to start drawing on the walls of the ship they’d be having a different discussion. “Is this really the best use of our time?”
@chokethelight gets a bounty hunter (sc) for Pre Vizsla
Rifle raised, a dangerous weapon in his hands. The Mandalorian would take a good blaster or rifle over any other weapon any day. A tool that directly measured sheer skill. His people valued that and hard work. Dyn Jarren steadied his grip from behind his half cover as he addressed the man in the shadows. “Step out from there and state your business. Now.”
@golddome (cont)
chastised , Rich sheepishly retreated back to his seat , clipping himself in , crossing his legs and arms folded over his chest . He’s huffing and NOT pouting , staring at the various buttons . Sure , he had training to work ships like this , but all of it was a vague memory , repressed after Xandar’s destruction months ago . There was no need for the Mandalorian to KNOW that Rich was a Nova , especially since there was such a tantalizingly high price for his head .
❝ WHAT ? ❞ He whips his head to look at the other , eyes comically wide and ok , yes , there is a pout . ❝ But I have nowhere else to go , please can I stay with you ? I’m also a really good babysitter too ! ❞
Head didn’t shift, eyes stayed straight ahead through his visor, not bothering to see if the man sat back down as he’d been told. The huffing, seemed to answer that. Good for him, he listened. Just in time too because the ship’s speed increased.
“Babysitter? Why would I need --” Great. Light cooing signaled that the Kid had done exactly as Dyn feared, snuck out to meet their ‘guest’ and ponder at why he was in his usual seat. Small green hands reached up towards the cockpit’s ceiling while big eyes fixed on Richard’s face curiously. The Mandalorian sighed behind his helmet and reached over to pick the child up by the ragged robes and pull him into his lap. “You were supposed to stay put,” he scolded dryly already reaching forward to unscrew the small spherical knob that the young one liked to play with to place into an expectant hand. Attention was then turned back to Rider.
“I can let you out here if you feel like arguing?” Here being the middle of space between the last planet and the next.
💋 for my Mando lover xD
The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss 1/5 || Still acceptingJAEL COMING OUTTA NOWHERE TO GIVE MANDO HIS FIRST KISS and ICB this is our first interaction with these two.
“𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝.” Mechanical chords didn’t properly capture that he actually sounded nervous. Which, felt ridiculous to him. He’d been through much worse than a handsome smuggler wanting to kiss him. And that’s clearly what Han wanted. His hands rested on the sides of his helmet with an expectant look on his face. Chewie was watching the Kid and Dyn Jarren was unsuccessfully trying to convince Han he was serious about never taking his helmet off around people.
There was a pause, Han didn’t move his hands but he didn’t try to force Dyn’s helmet off either. He just waited. Mando titled his head down for a moment, hand raised to rest over Han’s wrist while the other came up to cover the other man’s eyes fully with his gloved hand. He could see the smirk tug at Han’s lips before his helmet started to raise a bit until he couldn’t really see through the visor anymore.
The mandalorian’s hand kept Han from raising it too fast and too high. The bottom of his helmet came up to just at the tip of his nose. “That’s enough,” he sighed gently, his normal voice audible now that it wasn’t being filtered through his helmet. He could feel Solo start to lean in, one of his hands dropped to the side of the bounty hunter’s slightly scruffy face, he’d been without a razor for a several days. Letting his helmet lift a tiny bit more to the start of the bridge of his nose before their lips brushed against each other carefully. Lack of sight led to caution but once there, Han leaned in more confidently and Mando took in a sharp breath in slight surprise before he relaxed eagerly into the kiss.
@corelliaforged -- “ i’ve got a bad feeling about this. ”
“You’re the walking armory, PAL.” The smuggler grumbled, whipping his own blaster from it’s holster. He dared to peek behind the crates the pair were stuck behind, fortunately ducking back away before a blaster bolt sang through the very spot his head had previously been occupying. Imp troopers had the pair pinned, nowhere to go but through the squad raining fire upon them. “Ain’t you packing a detonator under all that gear? Be REAL helpful right about now, bucket head.”
Rifle on his back and blaster in hand, the Mandalorian shifted down along the row of crates they hid behind. The smuggler’s snide comment followed by nearly getting his head blasted clear through earns a slight shake of the bounty hunter’s head. “You must be the bad feeling I’m getting,” he said in dry sarcasm. “Just keep your damn head DOWN,” the Mandalorian added tensely before taking sight of a mouse droid speeding away from the firefight. Hand shot out and snatched the droid right up. “If you wanted an explosion. All you had to do is ask.” The droid was released, aimed back towards the troopers only this time there was a blinking, beeping, red device on the side.
“By the way--” Hand reached for the rifle, unstrapping it from his chest and readying it. “--’bucket head’ is offensive.” It was impossible to tell if he was kidding or not and there wasn’t time to find out because the explosion went off in the compound. Imperial troopers in close proximity to the little droid were thrown wide and put out of commission. Smoke filled the air around the rest and the Mandalorian had rolled, settling on his front and firing his weapon through the smoke at his safer, lower position than expected. White trooper armor was stupidly easy to spot in these conditions. The trooper disintegrated and Mando quickly reloaded and fired again with the same devastating results.
@eisiramdeus said: i can tell you’re hot and bothered from under that helmet. (Mando) suggestive starters meme ( n.sfw )
Beskar covered shoulders lifted as Din let out a slow breath, turning his gaze fully onto Alek’s smirking features. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝,” mechanical chords sounded off through his helmet. The Mandalorian might not have known a whole lot about Jedi these days, but he was pretty sure they were meant to be a bunch of celibate bastards. St. Alek made no such notions about himself. “𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙹𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎?” He asked calmly, gloved hands going to rest on his hips. Covered from head to toe, Mando didn’t get what Alek thought he was after, not like the guy had any idea about what he looked like. He could have been green and covered in quills for all the man knew.
@dunnithole (sc)
His sleuthing partner was busy at work, going over all sorts of evidence from the murder they were going to investigate. Benoit had some parts of the assigned detective’s case file emailed over at the request of the family. Honestly, Din didn’t think a very public airplane was the place to crack open a file with those sorts of pictures. Brown eyes flickered over to the stranger sitting at the window seat who looked rather nervous. How could he blame him. Din elbowed Benoit softly, finally speaking up after his usual silence. “Is that really necessary? Also, if we ever ride coach again, I will shoot you,” he threatened half-heartedly before they shook with some light turbulence.
@federationmade -- “What a bunch of apes. ”
A brow raises as she looks at the faceless man before her. Only the mobile infantry had used that phrase and she was amused by The man’s choice of words in describing the newcomers in the bar. “Apes, would be too kind of a term to use, but you aren’t too far off.”
The Mandalorian watched as some men came into the bar, already making a scene and shoving some people out of the best booth in the place. They loudly called over to the bartender to be served and the poor man seemed to poorly be hiding his frustration as he tried to get their orders and not get walked all over. The bounty hunter leaned back in his chair, gloved fingers tapping against his drink. “Idiots.”
