#cetar

[wally-b-feed]

Mutch & Robilliard (B 1981), Cetar A Alina, 2022

#Google #Images #Art #Contemporary #Digital #Internet #Mutch & Robilliard #Anthony Fineran #Color Theory #Found #Favorite #Cetar #A #Alina #Space

[thesunlikehoney]

The zine I wrote a piece for is open for preorders!!!

These last few months I've been working on a piece for Alive: A Rexsoka Zine. It's the first Rex and Ahsoka focused zine, and it's been an honor to be involved, and a really fun time getting to know the mods and other contributors and seeing the art and fic wips. I highly recommend checking it out if you're at all interested in Rex and Ahsoka's relationship. It's not all ship focused, a good portion of both art and fic is platonic or queerplatonic, including my piece.

Huge thank you to the people behind @rexsokazine and especially @hikime for organizing this. I am super excited for my copy, can't wait to see all the art!

#captain rex #ahsoka tano #rexsoka #rex x ahsoka #alive: a rexsoka zine #the piece i wrote is a short follow up to my fic haili cetare #idk how many people who have read it would be interested in the follow up #but it exists! and will probably exclusively exist in this zine for a good long while

[kitasiarcom]

Usaha Minuman Kekinian di Padang Panjang Ini Raup Omzet Jutaan Rupiah

KITASIAR.com – Di bawah rindangnya pohon besar, berdiri sebuah kontainer yang tidak terlalu besar. Di depan dan di sampingnya, banyak orang mengantri. Bukan untuk berdemo, melainkan menunggu pesanan minuman yang diinginkannya siap untuk disajikan. Kontainer untuk berjualan seluas 2×1 meter itu, menyediakan beragam jenis minuman kekinian. Merek dagangnya “Capcin Cetar,” milik Rika (38), warga…

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#Capcin Cetar #Minuman Kekinian

[lospeakerscorner]

Frangenti, il teatro lo racconta il mare

Frangenti, il teatro lo racconta il mare

Frangenti – Cetara Arts Festival, teatro e musica dal 23 al 30 luglio e dal 25 agosto al 3 settembre nel borgo marinaro della Costiera Amalfitana CETARA (SA) – Giunta alla VI edizione, Frangenti  – Cetara Arts Festival, diretto da Vincenzo Albano, parte sabato 23 luglio nell’area porto con la musica di Giorgio Poi in esclusiva regionale e prosegue con la sezione #stories il giorno 26 luglio (ore…

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#borgo #Cetare #fesival #Frangenti #il teatro l #marinaro

[ranahan]

Mando’a masterpost

Most of my Mando’a linguistic nerdery you should be able to find under the hashtags #mando’a linguistics and #ranah talks mando’a. Specific topics like phonology and etymology are tagged on newer posts but not necessarily on older. I also reblog lots of other peoples’ fantastic #mando’a stuff, which many of these posts are replies to.

I also post about #mandalorian culture, other #meta: mandalorians and #star wars meta topics, #star wars languages, #conlangs, and #linguistics. Not Star Wars content tag is #not star wars. I like to reblog well-reasoned and/or interesting takes on Star Wars and Mandalorian politics, but I am not pro or contra fictional characters or organisations, only pro good storytelling. You can use the featured tags to navigate most of these topics.

Currently working on an analysis of canon Mando’a. Updates under #mando’a project. Here are my thoughts on using my stuff (tldr: please do). My askbox is open & I’d love to hear which words, roots or other features you want to see dissected next.

#Phonology

Ven’, ’ne and ’shya—phonology of Mando’a affixes

Murmured sounds in Mando’a

Mando’a vowels

#Morphology

Mando’a demonyms: -ad or -ii?

Agent nouns in Mando’a

Reduplication in Mando’a

Verbal conjugation in Ancient Mando’a & derivations in Modern Mando’a

-nn

#Syntax

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis— Relative tenses — Tense, aspect and mood & creole languages — Copula and zero copula in creole languages — More thoughts about Mando’a TAM particles

Mando’a has no passive

Alienable/inalienable possession — more thoughts

#Roots, words & etymology

ad ‘child’—but also many other things

adenn, ‘wrath’

akaan & naak: war & peace

an ‘all’ + a collective suffix & plural collectives

*bir-, birikad, birgaan

cetar ‘kneel’

cinyc & shiny

gai’ka, ka’gaht, la’mun

jagyc, ori’jagyc & misandry

janad

*ka-, kakovidir & cardinal directions

*maan-, manda, gai bal manda, kir’manir, ramaan & kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’

*nor- & *she- ‘back’ (+ bonus *resh-)

projor ‘next’

*sak-, sakagal ‘cross’

*sen- ‘fly’

tapul

urmankalar ‘believe’

*ver- ‘earn’

*ya-, yai, yaim (& flyby mentions of eyayah, eyaytir, gayiyla, gayiylir, aliit)

Regional English in Mando’a

#Non-canon words

Mining vocabulary

Non-canon reduplications

Many words for many Mandalorians

What’s the word for “greater mandalorian space”?

Dral’Han & derived words

besal ‘silver, steel grey’

derivhaan

hukad & hukal, ’sheath, scabbard’

*sen- ‘fly’ derivations

tarisen ‘swoop bike’

*ver- ‘earn’ derivations

#mando’a proverbs

#mando’a idioms

Pragmatics & ethnolinguistics

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis

Kinship terms

Politeness in Mando’a: gedet’ye & ba’gedet’ye — vor entye, vor’e, n’entye — n’eparavu takisit, ni ceta

Mandalorian languages

#mandalorian sign language

Concordian dialogue retcon

Mandalorians and medicine, baar’ur, triage

Names of Mandalorian planets

A short history of the Mandalorian Empire

#Mandalorian colour theory (#mandalorians and color): cin & purity, colour associations & orange, cin, ge’tal, saviin & besal

#Mandalorian nature: Flora and fauna of Manda’yaim, woorlarii (whistler), beskaab’sen (bell-bird), beshap (iron wood), galek’tal, unnamed lizard, unnamed, oltaba (mandalorian centipede crab), galkali, skredee (saw jaw), kitat (bucket bird), karikase (star flies, or mandalorian fireflies)

starry road

Other

Mando’a timeline

What I would have done differently if I had constructed Mando’a

Mando’a handwriting guide: part 1, part 2, part 3

Free tactical medicine learning resources for medics & those who write them

FAQ

Can I use your words/headcanons in my own projects? (short answer: yes please)

What’s your stance on Satine Kryze and the New Mandalorians? (tldr: they’re fictional and I don’t have one beyond their narrative being interesting & wishing that fandom would have civil conversations about them.)

LGBTQIA?: I’m about a flag short of an entire pride parade. Oh, you meant is this blog safe for you? Yeah, I don’t stand for any shade of discrimination. If I say something insensitive, rest assured it’s because I temporarily misplaced my other brain cell, not because of malice.

Asks under #ranah answers

P.s. Let me know if the links don’t work or something else is wrong (some items don’t have links, they are articles in my draft folder/queue which I’ve listed here so they don’t get lost—sorry for the tease!). Also please tell me if you need me to tag something I haven’t so you can filter it (this blog is for readers—if I was writing just for myself, I wouldn’t bother to edit and publish—so let me know what I can do to make it work better for you). Thanks!

#mando’a #mandoa #mando'a #mando’a language #meta: mandalorians #ranah talks mando’a

[o-agassy]

Yang penting cukup

Ternyata, kalimat “yang penting cukup” ini sangat membahagiakan ketika dipahami dengan seksama.

Kita tak perlu menunggu kaya hanya untuk membeli beras 2 kg. Karena kita mampunya 2 kg, ya besok cari uang lagi untuk membeli kebutuhan hari berikutnya.

Begitupula dengan nilai toefl, standar minimalnya 500, ya alhamdulilah jika bisa mendapatkan nilai 548. Sudah lebih baik ada cukup banyak spare nilainya. Yang penting bisa lulus buat persyaratan ke depannya.

Atau ketika waktu mau kuliah di Korea dulu. Standar minimalnya 730 tes toeic nya, ternyata waktu test pertama nilai saya bisa 770. Alhamdulilah bisa lulus, walaupun mepet.

Kenapa kok saya bilang mepet? Iya karena memang mepet standar minimal, sedangkan temen ada yang mendapatkan nilai 900. Wah, saya auto insecure. Merasa kecil hati jadinya. Kok aku ngga bisa sepinter mereka?

Tiga tahun berlalu, saya baru menyadari. Walaupun nilai kita beda, ternyata kita masih bisa kuliah di tempat yang sama. Baru menyadari bahwa kemampuan saya pada waktu itu memang sebatas itu.

Allah memang memberikan sesuatu yang tidak lebih berat dari pundak hambaNya masing-masing. Sesuatu sudah ada ukurannya, tinggal bagaimana cara kita ridho atas ketetapanNya. Termasuk menyadari dan mensyukuri bahwa saya memang suka belajar akademik, walaupun nilainya ga bisa se-cetar yang lain^^

#ntms #catatan #mengusahakanphd

[impossibleprincess35]

Credit goes to the awesome ElysianCassanova for this adorable art of Cetare, Satine’s Kaminoan Blue tooka, in “Asphodel.” 🥹🩵 Thank you so much, friend, for making this. It’s the cutest thing and I can’t stop laughing at Cetare and Obi-Wan’s saber. 😂

(Just a side note, ElysianCassanova - that’s their Discord @ - does commissions!)

(The Kaminoan Blue part was inspired by @khaohomies’ sketch of tooka breeds!)

#asphodel #tooka cat

[100lxtters]

Special Treat

!! THIS ONE SHOT IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

AO3 I Masterlist

Boba Fett x fem!reader x Din Djarin 7.7k words Boba knows how needy you get, had teased you about having another person fuck you at once, never knowing he actually would follow up with it. But when he invites his Mandalorian friend you just couldn't let this opportunity go! Dom!Boba, sub!reader, switch!Din Warnings : threesome, eiffel tower, smut, blindfolds mask/helmet kink, oral, PiV sex, age difference(but of legal age!) bisexuality, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, facefucking, helmet stays on, cum eating, creampie, praise kink, using cum as lube, aftercare, spitroasting Mando'a translations (apologises if the grammar is incorrect!): ad'ika - little one mesh'la - beautiful Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin? - What a beautiful woman, right Djarin? cyare - beloved cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart cetar par kaysh, ad'ika - kneel in submission for him, little one gar hiibir kaysh uram - you take her mouth tion'jor - why? am at kaysh uram - change to her mouth

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You leaned against Lord Fett's leg whilst he sat on his throne, sitting at his feet so everyone knew you were his. The knowledge of everyone in his court knowing you were his and only his always made you feel special, made you feel important. Everyone aware you had submitted to him and he was the only person you needed.

After Fett's victory over Mos Espa you practically begged for his attention, wanting to give everything to your Daimyo.

You were his, completely and only his.

Fett's hand was resting on your head, every so often stroking it. No words were really said between you both when he held court, but he always made you aware he was there and watching you. Making sure everyone else knew too.

Seeing peoples gaze catch you due to wearing a very low cut dress so your breasts were on show, them being covered in little marks and bites from your lover.

It was a beautiful feeling.

Watching down on everyone, seeing some people sitting in the booths drinking, hearing some people coming up to speak to the king about bounties and tributes. Every so often some would offer slaves for him, which he always declined, mainly due to him being so against the 'culture' around them but also every time would indicate to your appearance next to him. Hinting to them that in that sector he had it filled.

And maker did he. The man was so possessive over you, claiming your whole body.

He would always praise you on how good you were, how pretty you looked doing the most dirtiest things, practically worshiping your body as he ruined it again and again.

Oh how you couldn't wait for his court to end so you could jump back onto him.

It did tempt you sometimes to do it whilst others were here still, make everyone watch as the Daimyo takes over your body. However you preferred the intermittency of just the two of you.

Well, a few times Boba had teased about finding someone else to fuck you at the same time, and the thought did excite you, but you had no clue who he would invite beside Fennec. Which you wouldn't mind, she was an absolutely stunning woman. Yet Fett never asked her, as far as you know anyway.

Your head slowly turns and looks up to him, he was staring out into the room. You just watched him, thinking about how lucky you are to see him without his helmet on as not many others do. He was so handsome, you could never tire looking at his face.

At first it did take you back by how much older he was than you, but you didn't find him any less attractive for it. He did seem a little stand off-ish for a bit, you think it was due to him worrying about your reaction to his age and size, but if anything to you it made him more beautiful. You just wanted him, not caring for his weight or age.

Fett must have felt your gaze on him as his head slowly turned to you. His black visor staring down at you, ''everything okay, ad'ika?'' His voice just loud enough for you to hear, his hand still stroking your head. You just nod in response and give him a small smile.

''Getting a bit tired'' you say.

Then his body shifts and moves to lean down a little to you, ''don't worry, I'm almost done here.'' His hand then strokes your cheek causing you to lean into the touch as he adds ''plus I've got a little treat for you later.''

It's like he permanently has a smirk on his face, constantly able to hear it on his voice. You give him a little confused look, but also get excited by what that statement could entail.

So you shuffle around a little to get comfy again against his leg as you wait for whatever he has waiting for you.

From the tone of his voice it was most likely something sexual, which excited you. You could feel yourself getting aroused slightly already by the idea of it. Having no clue what it could be, but you didn't care, you just enjoyed having this man fuck you so much that you would take anything.

You let your mind wander as you try to think what he was planning on doing since it was probably something different to what he has done before. Spending the whole time next to him questioning what was to come.

Luckily court only lasts another hour, watching the guests slowly exit the throne room, leaving just you and Boba. He is still stroking your head, you wonder if it must give him some calmness or if he just knew you liked the gentle jester.

''Ready little one?'' He says tapping your head softly.

You turn to face him as he hands his other hand out to you, you grab it with a smile on your face and lift yourself up. Standing next to him, taking his stance in and then quickly climbing him. Your dress flowing over his thighs as you placed yourself on his lap.

''Eager one today are we?'' He teases, one hand resting on your hip and then other stroking your thigh.

''You promised me a treat'' you smirked down at him, wanting to know exactly he was teasing you with. You pushed your body down onto him, trying to add some pressure to your pussy.

A low chuckle leaves him as he grips your thigh, ''so needy. Let's move this back to my quarters shall we.'' So you smile at him as you climb back off his body, standing back to allow him to stand from his throne. Oh how powerful he looked in that seat!

When he stands he takes your hand in his and leads the way to his room. He pulls you into his room and practically shoves you to his bed. You sit at the edge of the bed with your legs already spread just waiting for him.

''Look at you, so good'' he mumbles under his helmet. He moves closer to you and places his fingers under your chin so you're forced to look up at his impowering body over you. Boba then strokes your bottom lip with his gloved thumb, slowly pushing it into your mouth and you allow it, dancing your tongue over the leather thumb.

A groan appears from his mouth as he pushes it in further. You just stare at the black visor the whole time, feeling his own eyes meeting yours.

''Maker, can't wait to see your mouth get fucked as I ruin your pussy at the same time'' he says. Was this the treat he promised? Had he asked someone else to join? The thought excited you as you hummed around his thumb.

''Would you want that, princess? Want two dicks ruining your body at once?''

He had pulled his thumb from your mouth, and awaited an answer. ''Yes sir, I would like that'' you admit, feeling a little embarrassed that you were that horny.

Fett then stokes your cheek and replies ''good. Now let me prepare you before our guest arrives.''

Hot flush runs through you, get you ready? Was this person already on their way? Who were they?

Before you can ask anything his hand is on your throat adding pressure that causes your eyes to roll back as his other hand squishes your breast through your dress. Slowly pushing his hand down the dress into your bra to twist your nipple causing a small moan to leave your tightened throat.

''You looked so beautiful out there, wearing your marks with pride so everyone was able to know you are mine'' he praises. It was true, you choose to wear that dress today, wanting everyone to know such. You were submitted and committed to him, and you wanted everyone to know.

He then lets go of your throat and you hear the hiss of his helmet being removed, so you open your eyes to met with his perfect brown ones. You don't think you could ever get tired of looking at his beautiful face, he was so dreamy.

Slowly Boba leans down to you and crashes your lips together. You lift one of your hands and place it on the back of his neck to pull him closer in. His tongue enters your mouth as his other hand travels up your thigh, slightly pinching at the skin.

His kisses were hungry, they always were, like he could never get enough.

The hand on your thigh was getting closer and closer to your wet underwear, you moved your body closer to his, wanting his touch now. But he just pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, ''I'm in charge, it goes at my pace.''

''But- please. I need you'' you plead, giving him the softest look to hope he would give you what you wanted.

His hands then both wander to the edge of your dress, so you lift yourself up to make it easier for him to pull it off your body. He takes his time, slowly watching your body be revealed to him.

Once the dress is off he throws it across the room and leans down to attach his lips to your neck, causing a slight whimper to leave you. One of his hands massage your breast over the bra, whilst the other just rested on the bed next your thigh.

Fett's mouth travels down to your breasts as he starts to suck down on the sensitive skin, adding another mark to them. You bite back a moan, your pussy growing wetter by the minute.

''Boba, please'' you whisper.

''You know you've got to ask for what you want, princess'' he says as he pulls your bra down and attaches his mouth to your nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

Your head rolls back as you let out a heavy breath, ''need yo- your fingers or mouth... please.''

Before you can carry on begging he pulls back and pushes your body onto the bed, laying down under him. You watch him lower himself between your thighs, adding little kisses and bites to them. This causes your body to almost shiver in anticipation.

His mouth gets closer and closer to your aching pussy, you dare to push your hips forward but you don't as he may stop.

You almost jump back as he places a kiss onto of your underwear, right on top of where you need him. ''Please, sir'' your voice so quiet.

Thankfully he listens, he pushes your underwear aside and attaches his mouth to your mould. A low moan leaves you as you shuffle yourself closer to his face. He is giving you little licks between your folds, your body relaxing under him.

One of his hands crawls up your body and sneaks under your bra, pinching and pulling your nipple, causing your hips to rise before he quickly pushes them back into the mattress. His tongue moves down to your hole, fucking you quickly with his tongue, your hands grip onto the sheets as you become a moaning mess on his bed.

Everything this man always did was so good, he knew exactly what you liked and how to do it. You wonder if this guest will be as experienced as him, wondering what they could give you.

Then his hands switch, playing with your other nipple as the hand from your hip moves further down. Boba moves his mouth onto your clit as he pushes two fingers into your pussy. ''Oh, B- Boba'' you quietly moan out. The fingers inside you stretching you out, adding so much pleasure to help with his tongue.

He removes his mouth for a moment to say ''want you to cum for me first, need you to know you're mine.''

A hot flush runs through you as his mouth reattaches. When he gets possessive it's so attractive, wanting you to know that regardless of who he has invited here will only be here for this one time but you're always his. And that's really all you want.

Moans growing louder as he gets you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your body itching to get closer and closer to him, needing your release.

''I'm getting... close, sir'' you whimper out.

His movements carry on the same, but you can feel the urgency sneaking in. You didn't realise it was due to the footsteps climbing up the stairs that only he heard that had made him hurry.

''Cum for me'' he mumbles against your clit.

Your head completely pushed back as your back arching more as you reached your high. Fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as your pussy clenches around his fingers, cumming hard.

His licks slow down, just pulling you through your orgasm. Once he can tell you're done he pulls back and stands up, resting his hand on your cheek as he praises ''you did so good for me, little one.''

''That was one hell of a show'' a voice appears from the doorway.

Your body freezes up, your legs trying to close but Boba is stood between them. The voice sounded like it was under a helmet, it was deep and sounded like honey. It wasn't a voice of anyone you recognised, is this the guest?

Boba gave you a warm smile as he placed a kiss on your lips before standing back up, and you sit up slowly.

Now you could see the figure. They were wearing Mandalorian armour, similar to Boba's, but all silver and shiny. They had one hand on their hip and the other resting on their belt as they leaned against the doorframe.

You watched Boba turn around and head towards the other Mandalorian. The Mandalorian was much taller than Boba, his hand reached under the helmet and rested on their chin, just like how he did to you. ''Nice to see you again Mand'alor'' Fett says, his voice so soft but also so powerful.

You see the Mandalorian's hand rest on Boba's cheek as they say ''and you.''

The pair of them then turn to you, you feel so small and embarrassed. Sitting in only your underwear in front of two men in armour. Them both not saying anything, just taking you in. You had no clue where the Mandalorian's gaze was due to their helmet.

Now you think of it, it was more arousing. You press your legs together as your underwear begins to soak again.

''Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin?'' Boba says to the other person. You had picked up a bit of Mando'a since you started things with Boba, but the only word you recognised was beautiful, which caused you to blush at the idea of him talking about you.

The Mandalorian just hums and nods against Boba's hand.

''Cyare, this is Din'' Boba introduces them finally, ''I asked him if he wanted to join us, is that okay with you?''

You stare at the other man, Din, and take a moment to consider this. Boba seemed to trust him enough since he was wanting him to touch you or whatever, so by that logic why wouldn't you? Plus he seemed familiar, you think he may have been the armoured person who helped Boba fight in the Mos Espa battle?

So you nod and say ''yes sir.''

A smirk once again appears on Boba's face as he lets go of Din's face and move closer to you. Once he is right in front of you, you bend your head to look up at him, ''promise?'' he asks.

''I promise, I want this Boba'' you reassure him, reaching up to kiss him.

You hear Din's footprints move to behind Boba, his hands resting on your lovers hips. As Boba leans back you are staring into the dark visor on Din's helmet, wondering what he looks like under there.

Boba runs his thumb over your lips again, you open your mouth slightly as he pushes it in again. Din lets out a low groan behind him, ''you going to show him how much of a good girl you are?''

You nod as he removes his thumb, moving out the way so Din is just towering over you, ''you can touch her, Djarin'' Boba says before moving out of your sight.

''That okay with you, cyar'ika?'' His voice was so handsome, it sent vibrations through your body. So you nod in response, you were starting to grow eager and wanted these men to start what they had planned.

So then Din reaches his hand out and unclips your bra, setting your breasts free. You feel almost nervous, you met this man only minutes ago, but you are so attracted to whatever he is doing right now. Din's gloved hands grab both your breasts, massaging them before pinching and pulling at your nipples, causing you to let out a quiet moan. His grip was soft compared to Boba's, like he was savouring the moment.

''Mesh'la'' he mutters, which makes your body feel like it's on fire, ''you let him claim your tits like this?'' indicating to the marks on them. You again let out a small whimper in response, wondering if Din would add any marks to you.

In the corner of your eye you notice Boba has reappeared, taking seat on the stool in the room. His legs spread as his eyes are fixed on you two. ''Cetar par kaysh, ad'ika'' he orders. Once again knowing what he was asking of you since he has used the same phrase countless times.

Din's hands move off you and he moves more towards Boba, you get up and follow him. The pair of you are stood right in front of Boba, making sure he can have a full view.

Your hand reaches up to his helmet, but he grabs your wrist. ''Sorry sweetheart, I don't show my face'' Din informs you. Part of you feels embarrassed for not checking, but then the other part of you gets hornier, loving the idea of him keeping his helmet on. You loved it when Boba did it, so you can imagine how hot it would be with Din.

Din lets go of your wrist and you slowly sink to your knees, your hands laying flat on your thighs. You stare back up at him and await for his commands.

''She knows who's in charge Djarin, so show her'' Boba says. You turn your head to him and see the bulge growing in his pants, oh how badly you wished to reach out and touch him. The look in his eyes was full of desire, you could see how badly he wanted to watch this, but also how badly he wished it was him at the same time.

But then Din's hand pushes your cheek back to facing him, ''if you want a dick so badly, you can take mine first.''

Your eyes move down to the tent in his own pants, watching as he unbuckled the pants. Just watching as he frees his cock, maker he was big! Your mouth already watering at his length.

Boba was thicker, but Din was longer.

The image of taking both of their dicks at once makes you whimper out, making both men stare at you.

''Oh, I think someone is excited'' Boba teases. He knew how badly you wanted this, ever since he teased the idea of another person fucking you it had been playing on your mind. The fantasy excited you, but you weren't sure if it was just something said in the moment or if he really wanted it.

You stare up at Din with your mouth open and your tongue pressed out, waiting for him to slide his dick into your mouth.

''You've got her trained well Fett'' Din praises.

His gloved hand guides his throbbing length into your mouth, slowly sliding it in, holding the top of your head to guide it in. It doesn't take long for him to reach the back of your throat, your mouth full of him.

He lets out a low groan as he just holds his cock in your mouth. You then start bobbing your head slightly, making sure you could feel him completely. He tasted almost the same as Boba, the same muskiness on his cock that you didn't mind really.

Din grips your hair a bit as he thrusts into your throat, causing you to gag a little but you didn't care, you just wanted this mans cock. You think Din pauses for a moment due to your reaction but Boba then reassures him ''she knows her safeword and to tap your thigh if it's too much.'' Which he was correct, and since you didn't tap his thigh Din took this to carry on.

He was filling your senses so quickly, he felt so good slowly entering your throat and back. Next to you every so often you could hear Boba groan, clearly enjoying the show.

''Maker, you look so pretty taking his cock. My talent little girl'' Boba praises. Causing you to moan against Din's cock and your thighs press together, your hand daring to go down and touch yourself until you hear Boba tusk and say ''no, you're just pressuring our guest now, not yourself.''

Which causes you to groan against Din's dick again, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrusts deeper. So you reach your hand up and grip the base of Din's cock, moving your hand up and down on the section that won't fit into your mouth.

''Keep doing that mesh'la'' Din moans. You feel his cock throb more in your mouth meaning he was already close, so you do as you're told. You let him fuck your mouth as you run your hand up the remaining part of his length.

Din pulls your head back a little as he mumbles ''gonna cum in your mouth, cyar'ika.''

With that warning he does as he said, warm salty liquid filling up your mouth quickly, feeling some of it leak out your mouth a little. He lets out a grunt as you swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth.

Once he pulls out you look up at him with an almost dazed look, your jaw being a bit tired already. Din strokes your head and says ''she's so good Fett.''

''I know, come here pretty girl'' Boba commands, and you just crawl over to him, your knees feeling too sore to stand right now. When you reach him he leans down and pulls your face to his. You are about to protest due to still having cum around your mouth, but he seems to clean it off, moaning quietly to himself. You start to realise that as much as this is a treat for you, it is for him too.

Boba's tongue enters your mouth as he pulls you closer in, you can feel your underwear sticking to you, already ready to be touched by him again. You reach your hand out and massage his bulge over his flight suit, he smirks against your lips as he mutters ''so needy.''

''Please, sir'' you beg against him.

He moves back and looks up at Din, saying ''what do you think, Djarin? Think she deserves some reward?''

Din's hands rest on your shoulders, pulling you back to sit in front of his legs. You look up at him with pleading eyes, your pussy dying for attention off these men.

''She did do a good job at making me cum, but I kind of want to see just how needy she can get'' his tone is darker than before. His visor set straight on you as he teased the idea.

Boba leans down and strokes over your underwear causing you to flitch at the slight stimulation, chuckling quietly to himself. ''I say we see how much we can get her to beg'' he hums.

You want to protest, but yet you're enjoying this too much. Enjoying them talking about you like you weren't on your knees sat in between them both. You wanted both of these men to use you how they wanted, wanted them both to claim you in whatever ways they wished.

Then Boba's hand grabs your chin and pulls you closer, ''what do you want, little one?''

''You, both of y- you'' you quietly say, ''I want you both... so badly. Please, Lord Fett.''

''Sit on the bed then'' Boba orders, so you push yourself off the floor and hurry over to his bed. Sitting on the edge whilst both men towered over you again.

It was like they were both trying to figure out what to do next, or how they were going to do their next plan.

You watch Din lean into one of pockets on his belt and pull out some black fabric. ''You okay with being blind folded, cyar'ika?'' His voice is so soft as you nod to allow him to blindfold you for whatever reason he wished.

He passed the fabric to Boba who moved to behind you on the bed, placing a light kiss on your shoulder and traveling up your neck to your cheek. You leaned back against him, one of his hands traveling up the other side of your body, maker you were getting more and more desperate as the minutes passed.

Finally Boba's hands move in front of your face, the fabric coming closer to your face. Then suddenly your vision is gone, everything black. You feel Boba move your hair as he ties the blindfold, you're unable to see anything now.

''Safeword?'' Boba asks against your ear. Your senses are on full alert now due to your sight being gone, his hot breath against you made you shiver.

''Starship'' you reply.

He places a soft kiss on your neck as he praises ''good girl.''

Then you hear a hiss, a sound you knew very well, the removal of a helmet. Meaning Din was removing his helmet for Boba. You weren't sure why you couldn't see his face, you assume it must be a Mandalorian thing you don't know and due to Boba wearing the same armour he is allowed to see his face.

You hear the helmet be placed on the floor and feel his gloved hands run up your thighs. ''Fett, can I?'' His voice sounds different without the helmet, still just as handsome, just a bit softer.

Boba just hums and then before you can react Din places one hand on your cheek and pulls you to his lips. You lean into the kiss, feeling a moustache run along your lips as he pressed further into the kiss. The taste of caf on his soft lips filled the kiss.

Daringly you reach up and place a hand on his cheek, waiting to see if he would push it away, but he doesn't. So you run your hand along his face. Feeling the stumble on his cheeks that ran into a beard along his jawline, able to feel the little scars along his face. Your hand travelled further up, playing with his hair. It was soft and short, more scars hidden underneath.

You guess he was a bounty hunter too by the way he dressed and the amount of damage his body had been through.

Din then slowly pulls away from your lips, you let out a quiet moan as you miss the feeling. You feel him shuffle off the bed, placing his hands tightly on your thighs, and then feeling his breath on them.

Oh maker, please. Two men eating your cunt in one night? What a dream!

His hands snaked up and slowly dragged your underwear down, exposing your soaking pussy to him. You were glad you were blindfolded as you would be red in the face if you could see his reaction. Well you already were burning in the face, but you imagine if you saw his face you'd be on fire.

''She is drenched Boba'' he mutters, placing kisses on your thighs.

Boba's hands runs up both sides of your body as he pulls you back more, leaning your body against his cold armoured one. ''She always is, always so needy. Aren't you princess?''

You whimper in response, and whisper ''please.''

Both of these men knew what you wanted. They were just prolonging it for the sake of teasing you, wanting to see how far they could push you. And they were starting to get too close, you needed this pressure released.

Thankfully you don't wait long as Din pushes your legs wider as his tongue slides between your folds. You let out a quiet moan, your body completely sagging against Boba's, your hands gripping the sheets under you.

His tongue was just as talented as Boba's, tracing along and taking you fully in. Every so often poking into your hole, making your hips jerk up as he pushed them back down.

Then Boba moves one hand around and pinches your nipple again, a loud moan escaping your throat. This feeling was so beautiful, these two men touching you where you wanted, them doing what they wished as you just lay between them.

Din's tongue enters your hole making your hips jump again, but this time he doesn't push them back down, his hooked nose rubbing against your clit. You let out a very breathy moan at the sensation.

''Djarin, grid her against your face'' Boba orders. And Din does exactly that, causing your eyes to roll back behind the blindfold.

''You enjoying this, mesh'la?'' Boba asks you.

''I- I am, sir'' you moan.

He hums as he brings his other hand to your other nipple, bringing your body closer to feeling overstimulated.

''Tell him then, I've told him how good you are, thank our guest.''

You swallow and catch your breath a bit before you say ''this f- feels so good Di- Din... Thank y- you.''

Din hums against your hole which causes you to moan loud again. He tightens his grip on your thighs and rocks your clit more against his face, trying to bring you closer to your release.

Behind you you can feel Boba's cock digging into your back, feeling a bit guilty that he hasn't had a release yet. But you think he must be enjoying this as if he wanted to cum he would be getting you to help him already.

The pool in the bottom of your stomach grows, you can feel your own release getting closer. Fett must have picked up on your breathing changing as he whispers ''are you getting close, little one?''

''Yes'' you utter out quickly.

''Think she deserves to cum Mand'alor?'' Boba teases.

You feel Din's head remove himself for a moment, you whimpering from missing the feeling already and from your stimulation pausing. ''I think so, she's been so good for us so far'' he replies.

''Plea- please Din'' you almost cry. You wonder how much more you must plead to these men tonight just so they would give you what you wanted.

''You heard my girl, make her cum'' Boba said, his smirk always on his lips.

As Din's head reappears you reach down and grip his hair, since you don't have many opportunities to do such with Boba, not that you minded. He goes back to grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue fucked your hole, bringing you closer by the second.

Boba's fingers just work on pinching your nipples to help your stimulated body.

''I- I'm... cum. Gonna-''

''Cum princess'' Boba orders and you obey in an instant.

Gripping the sheets harder as you let go of Din's hair, your thighs squishing his head and your back arching until he pushes you back down. You see stars as you cum hard, harder than earlier.

''Good girl'' Boba praises as you moan against him from another mans mouth.

Din works you through your orgasm until it's too much, that your legs are shaking and your body is physically jumping back from his mouth, the overstimulation being too much.

He removes his mouth and you feel him rise, ''want to taste her?''

Your brain is foggy and it takes you a moment to release Boba is leaning up, hearing his lips meet Din's. The pair of them letting out quiet groans, sharing the taste of your release between their mouths.

One of Boba's hands leave your body to, you assume, touch Din's face. You were still unable to see what was happening but very much able to hear it. Getting more and more turned on from hearing the two men make out above you,

Then before you know it one of Din's hands reach down and grab your bare breast. Both men holding one each, both pinching a nipple each. You quietly whimper under them, clearly wanting to make sure you were still involved with the events.

''She tastes beautiful, doesn't she?'' Boba mutters above you.

''I'm glad you offered to share her with me, I can see why you've been held up with her'' Din replies.

You feel yourself blush, unsure if they were even looking at you, but not caring for a moment. The way these men spoke about you was beautiful, that even though they both wanted to dominate you and you wanted them both to claim you, that they still felt like they were worshipping you in some sense.

''Gar hiibir kaysh uram'' Boba says.

''Tion'jor?'' Din replies. You were completely clueless to what they were saying, you knew only pet names and a few compliments in Mando'a, the rest of their conversation was just confusing you, plus you were focusing on the feeling of them still playing with your nipples.

After a little while they both remove their hands, and you feel them both get off the bed. ''What's happening?'' You ask, still laying naked on the bed with the blindfold still on.

You heard two hisses, one after another. Did they both put their helmets back on?

No words were spoken still as you are sat up and feel the blindfold be untied. Your eyes squint as you readjust to the low lighting in the bedroom.

Both men stood in front of you, still in full armour with their helmets now on, however both their cocks were freed. Your mouth opens into a little 'O' as you let out a heavy breath.

''You going to do as you're told, babygirl?'' Din says, his voice back to sending a vibration through your body with the modifier.

You nod and whisper ''yes, sirs.''

''So obedient. You want both our dicks to fill you? Have two kings ruin you?'' Boba adds.

''Please, I really do.''

Two kings? Was Din also a king? Boba did keep referring to him as a title, it wasn't one you'd heard before. But the thought excited you, being fucked by two kings at once.

''End of the bed on all fours, face towards the end of the bed'' Boba orders and you do as so.

Watching as Boba stands in front of you and Din moves himself onto the bed behind you. His hands landing softly on your hips, adjusting you to be level with him. Both of them in front of a hole each, waiting.

Boba's hand rests on your cheek, soothing you slightly. You were a little nervous, you hadn't done anything like this before, but you were excited nonetheless. ''Ready?''

''Yes sir.''

You open your mouth and lean your tongue out, Boba lining himself up. He just rests on the end of your tongue as he waits for Din, his gloved finger dances along your hole, teasing it. You groan out of impatience, as much as it felt nice you just wanted him to fuck you.

Then he does. He lines the head of his dick to your hole, holding your hips as he slowly fills you up with his length. Your body pushing forwards as you take Boba's cock further into your mouth.

Both men push themselves as deep as the can in you and hold it.

Kriffing maker, you felt so full! They weren't even moving, but feeling both their lengths fill you was magical.

You swallow around Boba's cock and he says ''she likes it rough'' to Din. Slowly feeling empty as Din pulls back before he snaps his hips back to you, pushing Boba further down your throat.

Your eyes already start to fill with tears, how did it feel this good already? They only just really started.

Boba grips your hair as he pulls your head back a bit so he can fuck your mouth easier, whilst Din's pelvis slaps into your thighs as he tightens his grip on your hips. Your body being rocked between the two armoured men, them using your body exactly as they want.

Above you the sound of their helmet clank together, you assume they are giving each other a keldabe kiss, a motion Boba had done with numerus times whilst his face was covered.

Both their hips still rocking into you, each of them removing one hand. You look as far as you can up and watch Din's hand rest on Boba's cheek under his helmet, their motions with each other seeming so soft as they fucked you numb under them.

Your pussy clenches around Din, this entire moment making you feel so much.

''You getting close again pretty girl?'' Din almost mocks. Humming against Boba's cock, you then feel his hand move onto your clit, clearly moved off Boba's face.

Din runs little circles over your clit, pushing his cock slowly and deeply into you. ''Do you want to cum on his cock baby?'' Boba asks.

Again you hum and nod against his cock, your eyes looking up to see his helmet staring down at you. He reaches under your body and pinches your nipple once again. Your eyes threatening to drop the tears, your body feeling so overstimulated.

''Cum, ad'ika'' Boba commands.

Your eyes slam shut as your pussy tightens around Din, as Boba pushes his cock further down your opening throat. ''Good girl'' Din praises, but then he speeds up and fucks you hard through your orgasm.

You were stuck, unable to move whilst both men had you trapped between them. Your body spasming and shaking from your high, but neither men slowly down or easing up for you. But you didn't feel the need to stop, you enjoyed the feeling of it.

''Am at kaysh uram'' Boba says.

Then both men pull out from you, you let out a mix of a moan and whimper. You stare at Boba with a confused expression. ''Don't worry, we're not finished with you'' he pats your head as he moves to where Din was stated as Din appears in front of you. Oh, they're changing positions?

You open your mouth again for Din to slide his cock in, tasting yourself in the prosses. It wasn't the first time, a few times Boba had made you suck him off to cum in your mouth after, so you were kind of used to the taste now. Like before as you sit with Din's dick in your mouth Boba lines his up with your pussy.

His thick cock pushes through your sensitive walls as you moan against Din's length. Once again full from both men's cocks. You could get used to this feeling, hoping Boba would invite him around again.

''Maker you really do look good whilst someone fucks your mouth as I take your pussy'' Boba says recalling his comment from earlier, when he first told you someone would be joining.

''Not sure which one of I'm more jealous of'' Din groans.

You are on fire under them, the way they spoke about you made you weak, you were enjoying yourself so much.

Boba's grip on your hips tighten as he goes deeper causing your pussy to clench against him. ''You close again mesh'la?''

Din chuckles as you hum against his cock and he answers for you, ''I think she is.''

''Can you hold on a little longer? Want you to cum with me baby'' Boba says. You let out a mumbled whimper, the knot was right there, you were so closer.

Tears run down your face, holding yourself back. Trying to just focus on sucking Din's cock, hoping it would prolong your desperate need to cum. Din lets out a low moan as he holds your head tight, clearly enjoying your focus on him, trying to pleasure him the best way you could with your mouth for the second time tonight.

Boba's cock starts to throb as his thrust speed up, ''cum princess'' he moans.

Din pulls out your mouth as you let out a really loud moan, it echoing through the bedroom.  You arms collapse under you with your ass and pussy still held up by Boba. Clamping around Boba's length, cumming harder then ever before, feeling his own release be stuffed deep inside you. Filling you with his cum, like he was trying to get it as deep as possible.

''So good'' Din praises above stroking your head. You shake a little under his touch, Boba still slowly rocking his softening dick inside you.

Once he does pull out Boba turns you on your back, ''you're nearly done, just need to make Din cum now, little one.''

You look up at Din, he was fisting his own cock as he stared at the mess between your legs. He slowly moves around the bed to where Boba is, placing himself next him. Both men kneeling next to your sensitive, leaking pussy.

Din uses his free hand to push two fingers into your hole, making you moan from the sensation. He does a few thrusts before pulling them back out. His black gloved fingers covered in the white liquid of both yours and Boba's release. You watch as he takes them under his helmet and sucks them clean.

Boba lets out a low groan as his hand leans down to help jerk Din closer, ''want his cum inside you too?''

''Please'' you whimper.

Din moans under Boba's grip, almost allowing his dominance to be swept away as Boba touched him. His gloved hand running up and down the Mandalorian's long length, you just waiting in anticipation. Wanting more cum to fill you, unsure if it was even possible honestly, but you were excited to at least feel it.

Boba then helps line Din back up to your sensitive heat, his cock almost ready to burst.

Din slowly rocks his hips back into you, using Boba's cum almost like lube. Filling your tightened pussy, moaning quietly under him.

''Cum inside my girl Mand'alor, use her how you wish'' Boba says to him, pulling all the strings now.

You feel Din's pace stutter as you once again feel your walls be coated with cum, quietly whimpering out from your sore and tired pussy. ''You two look so pretty like this'' Boba praises to you both.

The hiss of his helmet fills your ears as his handsome face comes back into your view. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, you calm against his mouth. ''Don't forget to thank our guest, don't be rude princess'' he mutters against your lips.

So you move your head to the side, watch as Din pulls his soft dick from you and tuck it away. ''Thank you D- Din'' you say, giving him a dazed smile. He reaches down and strokes your cheek softly, you shut your eyes as you leaned against his palm.

Maker you were tired, quite literally all fucked out.

''Djarin can you start the bath for her'' Boba voice now so soft again. Din nods and exits to the fresher. Boba gaze turns back to you, cradling your head in his hands, his eyes so soft and caring now. ''Did you enjoy that?'' He asks so softly it could make you cry.

''I did, thank you'' you reply, giving him a warm reassuring smile.

He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, this time it was soft. He was clearly tired now too, his touch so gentle against you now.

Din remerges from the fresher to indicate the bath was done. So Boba moves his mouth off yours and lets Din pick you up, carrying you to the bath. You didn't really require both men to help clean you, but you also weren't going to turn them down.

You quietly whimper as the warm water touches your sensitive and fucked out cunt. Boba grabs the usual cloth to wipe around your face, making sure the cum from earlier was gone, and cleaning the drool, sweat and tears too. Din helped make sure between your legs was clean, making sure it wasn't sticky and rough between your legs anymore.

You once again felt special, having these two big men look after you after they both fucked you tired.

Din helped you out the tub as Boba wrapped a towel around you, picking you up and carrying you to bed. Din helps dry you off whilst Boba jumps into a quick shower.

''So, you and Boba...'' you start, wondering what was happening there.

''He was there for me when I needed someone, when I needed comfort. Then he filled another void I didn't even realise I had. But nothing serious, don't worry. He's all yours'' Din's voice so soft now, there was no jealousy or venom behind his words. It seems like they just hooked up a couple of times and that was all.

You just nod as you yawn laying down, pulling the covers over yourself. Just as you do you see Boba exit the fresher, just a towel wrapped around his waist.

But maker, yes! You wanted this again.

#boba fett #din djarin #100lxtters #100lxtters one shot #boba fett x reader x din djarin #boba fett x reader #boba fett x din djarin #din djarin x reader #f!reader #boba fett x f!reader x din djarin #fanfic #one shot #18+ fanfic #18+ one shot #star wars #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian

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“Haili cetare, Mandolorian” | The Mandolorian

Pairing: The Mandolorian/Din Djarin x mystery!Reader (no y/n)

Warnings: None

Summary: The Mandolorian and Grogu find themselves in Tatooine in preparation for a mission and Peli’s found herself an apprentice. When the young woman proves herself useful for the assignment, Din Djarin finds himself drawn to this mysterious and enigmatic stranger during a quiet moment.

Author’s Note: Barely edited so apologies in advance. Not a full story so much as an overfed plot bunny. Got a few of these running around and this was the first one that came out. I hope I used that title phrase correctly. 🤷🏻‍♀️

My body is at about a stage 4 out of 5 on the Pedro Pandemic scale. It’s real bad. I can’t believe I’m writing fics again. It’s been YEARS, ya’ll. Allegedly it’s healthy outlet so I’m gonna let it happen. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

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“Hungry?”

Din spun around and found Peli’s apprentice standing in the foyer with her arms crossed, eyeing him curiously.

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” He replied sheepishly, standing up a little straighter than he had intended, unconsciously scratching a nonexistent itch on his neck. She smirked at his hesitancy and uncrossed her arms.

“We have some left over ronto roast from earlier this week. I can get it.” She walked around the counter and began shuffling through the cooler.

“Thank you. That’s very kind.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he heard her retort while her back was turned. She turned back to face him as she dressed his plate and took a beat to look up at him.

“For you all know, I’m just the distraction while Peli absconds with your kid.”

Din tilted his helmet down at her curiously and noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes. He had observed over the course of the day that they were a perfect reflection of her emotions, becoming cloudy when she was concentrating on what someone was saying or dark and piercing when she was pressed. He had also noticed that they sparkled with light after she laughed. It was a simple observation, really, her eyes were just expressive.

He chuckled lightly, imagining the wily old woman running towards town with reckless abandon, a highly amused Grogu babbling and laughing in her arms and nowhere in particular to go. He knew for a fact that they were both sleeping soundly in Peli’s room, the woman’s snores heard when he walked past her room to get to the kitchen. “She can try.”

The apprentice laughed, her head bobbing in agreement, busying herself with warming up his food. “Peli can barely lift a wrench without pulling something in her back. Grogu is the only thing I’ve seen her pick up without complaining.” She glanced back over at him. “I don’t imagine she’d get very far from the likes of you,” she finished with a smirk.

The Mandolorian ignored the skip in his heartbeat and nodded in agreement. “You’d be right.”

He allowed himself to get comfortable, relaxing his shoulders and leaning on the opposite side of the counter where she had situated herself. There was a quiet pause as she spun and put the rest of the food back into the cooler, her first joke breaking the tentative tension in the room. Din realized then that this was the first time they occupied a space together without anyone else present. Strangely, the silence that hung between them didn’t feel like the common one among strangers, awkward and tepid. This was surprisingly light, almost comfortable as he watched her finish wandering about the kitchen.

She placed the plate in front of him and began to roll some utensils into a napkin, speaking again. “You didn’t get anything with the rest of us at the cantina so I assumed that you were the kind of Mandolorian that eats in private where you could take your helmet off.” She tilted her chin, gesturing at the plate.

His head snapped from the food to her face, studying. “That is correct.” He responded, slowly. Many would press, make jokes, ask questions. He was used to it, often responding with silence until people got the hint not to ask. She did none of those, she just knew. Accepted it. How did she know that?

As if reading his mind, she stopped what she was doing and gave him a small smile. “You are not the first Mandolorian I’ve met.”

Oh? “You are familiar with the Creed?” He gently pressed, his tone perhaps giving away his curiosity.

She shrugged nonchalantly with one shoulder, face turned down back towards the task that busied her hands. “I know that coverts have interpreted the Creed in their own ways.” She finished rolling and set the bundle of utensils next to the plate in front of him before she finally met his gaze again. “But I also know that any one who lives by the honor of that core Creed is one to be respected, no matter how different their custom is to the majority.” Her eyes were clear and bright, reflecting back at her from the t-visor in his helmet. Somehow, Din thought in the recesses of his mind in the quietest of whispers, they reminded him of swirling galaxies, sparkling in the dark vacuum of space.

Her opinion had been astute, thoughtful, and honorable. She spoke with resolve, as if telling him something as obvious as water being wet. It was incredibly refreshing. He nodded in agreement as he continued to study her, noticing how the loose tendrils of the day’s updo framed her face. The soft light of the kitchen made her skin radiate a warm glow, that fact which he tried to ignore until he noticed slightest hint of a furrow on her brow as she awaited a response.

“This is the way,” he said simply.

The apprentice gave him a small smile as she pushed herself off the counter. “Yes it is.”

She began to walk back around it, casually making her leave. She nodded her head at his food when she passed. “I’ll let you bring that back to your room while it’s still warm.”

His head followed her as she headed for the door, arms reaching for the plate on the counter. “Thank you again,” he started, catching her before she reached the entryway. She slowed and turned to look at him.

“For the food.” He continued. “And your respect to the Creed. Your opinion is rare, but it is an honorable one.”

Her lips turned up into a smile as she nodded in recognition.

“Of course.” She turned around and called out to him over her shoulder as she walked away. “Haili cetare, Mandolorian.”

What?

“Wait,” he uttered, trying to catch her and failing. He watched her figure disappear through the entryway and gave a silent prayer in thanks for his helmet, which hid the gaping, wide-eyed look that she had left on his face. Of all the things he might have expected her to say in her departure, Mando’a was certainly not one. At all.

Who is this woman?

Haili cetare!

Tuck in! Enjoy! (approx. Fill your boots.)

#the mandolorian #mandolorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #we love Grogu #peli is a gem as well #fanfic #fanfiction #shameless fanfiction #star wars #lmao #I forgot to tag Pedro pascal #that’s how you get them ladies #and some men folk #and all other people of the rainbow #you tag Pedro pascal #Pedro pascal

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Nemu postingan ini di ig Magdalene tentang pandangan dulu dan sekarang. Kalau dulu anggapannya perempuan pake make up itu untuk menarik perhatian laki-laki, kalau jaman sekarang engga dong hey emang se-spesial apa sih kaum kalian sampe kami harus effort pake make up? Haha. Pake make up tuh ya buat diri sendiri dong ah~ salah satu hal yang aku syukuri terlahir sebagai perempuan adalah pake make up haha dandan yang cantiiiiik menjadi salah satu bentuk self love sih buatkuuu, terlepas make up nya bagi orang-orang b aja atau kayak badut ya selama aku happy ya aku happy hihi.

Apa sih hal yang paling menyenangkan dari make up? Iya betul prosesnya! Apalagi kalau udah pake make up bareng sama bestie itu seru banget woy! Bahkan kami bisa saling cobain produk make up jadinya haha, sharing teknik jugaaaa. Aaaa pokoknya seru! Kejadian ini sering banget terjadi pas jaman kuliah soalnya kami sering nginep bareng atau sekadar mampir kosan pas jeda matkul dan pas pergi ke kampus lagi tentu mesti siap-siap dong hehe, jadi kangen deh masa-masa itu! Terakhir makeup bareng bestie pas nikahan Tiara, kami nginep di uber di rumah Firda karena rumah dia yang kosong mampu menampung kami walau jauh haha. Seru bangeeeeet riweuh tapi seru haha, eyeshadow ku kurang mentereng ditambahin sama si Firda biar cetar ceunah (ya aku mah pake eyeshadow gitu2 waeee), terus dipakein bulu mata ngantri karena yang bisa makein cuman Firda haha. Dija bagian bener-benerin kerudung berhubung aku kalau pake kerudung tara rapih haha. Lah ini ko jadi kemana mana yaaaa. Pokoknya pake make up bareng bestie seseru itu! Dan setuju banget kalau itu bukan ajang CAPERRRRRRR ke laki-laki hey meni pede! Hehe

Yang kedua tentang olahraga. Well aku ga pernah sih berpikiran olahraga biar kurus karena aku adalah orang yang paling mager olahraga haha. Ga pernah juga mikir mau mengecilkan badan karena rasanya seperti akan menyiksa diri sendiri haha. Hingga akhirnya di tahun 2023 aku memutuskan untuk ikut kelas poundfit hasil dari bujuk rayu Dini (dia udah setahunan ikut kelas pound). Sering banget aku mengeluhkan kondisi kakiku yang terlalu berat menopang tubuh yang gede ini sampe sering banget diajak pound, dan baru lah di bulan Juli akhir (ternyata bukan Agustus) gass deh hayuuu. Nah ini juga jadi salah satu bentuk self love akuuuu hihi. Terimakasih untuk tidak mager dan peduli dengan tubuhmu ya dep! Oh iya sekarang olahraga nya lagi sering lari berhubung kawan pound ku susah banget diajak pound lagi sedangkan aku masih suka takut kalau sendiri hehe. Nanti setelah lari mau ganti olahraga apa lagi? Haha harusnya sepeda ya biar PP kerja pake sepedah🤣

Bangga deh terlahir jadi perempuan! Meskipun diskriminasi terhadap perempuan masih selalu ada namun sepertinya tidak segetir jaman dulu.

Selamat hari perempuan internasional, girls✨

Bersama buibuk cayangankuuuu💕

[redahlia-writes]

📝!!🤍

hi sweet !!

warning: nsfw

this is not a full idea as much as me taking a bunch of concepts and mashing them together, so it's this gif combined with the mando'a word cetar (meaning kneel in submission) and the scene in andor on morlana between cassian and the hostess. something might come out of it at some point

#lovely lovely people #ask games #din djarin x reader

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

"My Muse Is Under Your Muse’s Spell! Send them a command to obey..." This is for Kelsa - Call someone who's important to you, spend some quality time together - go to the movies, try cooking something together, do things that make you happy

Ayyy! @palepinkycat with the comfort asks! Thanks for this Pinky!

My Muse is Under Your Muse's Spell! Send them a command to obey...

Kelsa had been surprised to receive the message from Lakqâ. She had not seen the ancient warrior in years, not since she had been forced to leave Odessen and Mara’s Alliance.

Even before reading the message, Kelsa found herself smiling as she remembered how she used to affectionately call the Sith Lala as a child. He had said that he didn’t care for the nickname but Kelsa remembered him smiling faintly whenever he thought she was not looking.

She missed him and Odessen. But after she lost her family, it just wasn’t safe for her to stay, not after Cithar’s betrayal.

Sighing, she shook her head. Cithar, the Alliance all of that was no longer her concern. And fortunately for her, it seemed that Lakqâ thought the same thing.

He had not sent her a message asking her to return or to help with some new crisis, he had asked that she remember to take care of herself in these difficult times.

Her chest tightened and she had to wipe away tears that had begun to form at the corner of her eyes. It had been so long since someone had actually worried about her well being as a person.

Not that she had made it easy of course. She knew that she could be... abrasive these days.

But there was one person who had been relentless in their attempts to get to know her better and she did have their holo-frequency...

Before she could think herself out of it, Kelsa punched in the frequency and waited for a connection.

-

“You know, when you invited me over, I thought we might be doing something more than cooking,” Unna Ordo chuckled as they opened the oven to check on their Tiingilar.

Kelsa rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep a smile from spreading across her face. She enjoyed Unna’s presence, even if she wasn’t always good at showing it.

“Well patience is a virtue, as they say.”

“Uh-huh,” Unna’s lekku twitched, unimpressed. “And just who are these ‘they’ you speak of?”

“Dunno. Jedi maybe?” Kelsa suggested as she gave her blue tinted stew a stir. “Seems like something they’d say.”

“Yeah, well you’ll forgive me if I don’t take Jedi advice from a Sith,” they said while peering into Kelsa’s pot. “You sure that this will be spicy? Doesn’t look or smell like it.”

That caused Kelsa to smirk. “Old Sith recipe. Trust me, it’ll burn more than that cute little mando dish you’ve got going.”

Unna crossed their arms and gave Kelsa an unimpressed and doubtful snort.

Putting down the ladle, Kelsa faced Unna with an ear to ear grin on her face. “Care to put money on it, Ordo?”

“Hundred credits say that my Tiingilar beats out your Sith stew, no problem.”

The pair shook on it before returning to cooking.

When the food was finally ready, Kelsa and Unna each had a bowl of Tiingilar and Sith stew in front of them. Each were very confident that they were about to win their little spice contest.

“You can still back out Sithspawn. No shame in that.”

Kelsa snorted. “Not a chance bucket-head. I want my money.”

“Well if you’re so confident, haili cetare!”

Grinning, Kelsa took a large bite of the Tiingilar. She hummed happily to herself as she enjoyed the various spices within the mandalorian dish. Lots of flavors that she assumed most people couldn’t taste, fortunately for her, her genetic Sith heritage meant she wasn’t most people.

She took another bite of the Tiingilar, enjoying the slightly surprised look on Unna’s face. “Tasty!”

Still grinning, she pointed Unna to the stew in front of them.

Uncertainty was clear on Unna’s face as they took a spoonful of stew and swallowed. After waiting for a second, they smirked. “Not even close, Sithspawn,” they declared smugly. “I believe you owe me a hundred- Haar’chak!” they coughed and started sputtering as the spices on their tongue finally made themselves known.

Their lekku were quivering in distress as Unna desperately gulped down their water to stop their mouth from burning. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work as their eyes were still tearing up and mucus began to drip out of their nose.

“Asha!” Kelsa cackled as Unna tried to free their tongue of the spices that seemed to grow hotter. Still, she did have a heart and quickly poured a glass of bantha milk for the suffering mandalorian. “Try this. It’ll help better than water.”

Unna snatched the glass and downed half of it before letting out a gasp and shoving the stew away from themself. “What... was... that?!”

“Maybe I should’ve mentioned,” Kelsa snickered as she gave Unna a pat on the back. “Sith don’t process the heat of spices the same way others do. Some genetic quirk, I dunno the specifics, but we don’t feel the heat we just taste the spice flavor.”

“You Sith bitch,” Unna gasped before swishing more bantha milk around their mouth.

Kelsa just laughed. It had been a long time since she had laughed like this. Still patting Unna on the back, she silently thanked Lakqâ for his message, happy that there were people in the galaxy that actually cared about her.

#swtor fanfiction #my writing #oc: kelsa kine #oc: unna ordo #kelsa has her aunt amarra's mean streak for cooking traditional sith dishes and then serving them to unsuspecting victims

[kometdafa]

“Don’t forget your roots, don’t forget your home”.

Sebenarnya kutipan yang paling benar itu yang di atas, hanya saja bagian ‘roots’ merupakan sebuah tagline dari brand sebelah dengan produk yang serupa dengan ini. 

Lupakan soal tagline, saya akan sedikit membahas mengenai kutipan yang di atas.

Tanpa ada niatan untuk menjilat siapapun ataupun brand manapun, namun jujur, tanpa adanya Exodos, saya tidak akan menjadi apa-apa. Mungkin terdengar lebay namun jika saya pikir-pikir Kembali, mungkin saat ini saya hanya pegawai swasta dengan pekerjaan dibidang IT yang sedang mengerjakan sebuah projek pemograman yang sangat rumit. 

Bukannya itu bagus? dengan gaji yang lumayan besar? memang ada benarnya. Tapi apakah itu membuat saya Bahagia?

Jujur, pemograman merupakan bidang yang sangat bagus. Company besar maupun kecil sangat membutuhkan seorang programmer. namun mengapa saya tidak menekuni pemograman saja? simple, ribet dan pusing. Sebuah jawaban yang B aja kan? hehe.

Tapi serius, saya sebenarnya suka dengan pemograman namun saya tidak enjoy jika dikerjakan secara serius. Karena pemograman itu sebuah eksperimental, melatih kesabaran dan belajar menjadi salah di dalam pemograman.

Oke, lantas mengapa saya sangat bersyukur dengan adanya Exodos sebagai pijakan utama? dan apa yang saya buat di sini?

Saya suka dengan seni, saya suka membuat sesuatu secara visual dan saya suka dengan hal-hal yang berbau visual. Dan saya untuk pertama kali masuk ke dunia foto/videografi melalui brand ini. Pemilik Exodos meminjamkan saya sebuah kamera mirrorless yang Katanya itu sebuah kamera legend. Kamera yang sudah menemaninya dari tahun 2014 dan saya pakai di tahun 2019 dengan kondisi yang sangat sehat wal-afiat.

Saya belajar hingga saat ini dengan skill yang saya punya dan dapat menghasilkan merupakan kebanggaan tersendiri bagi saya. Saya belajar bagaimana menghasilkan sebuah foto yang ciamik melalui Exodos, saya belajar bagaimana mengambil video yang bagus melalui Exodos, saya belajar mengedit video yang bagus nan cetar melalui Exodos.

Mungkin anda sudah melihat hasil karya saya entah itu di TikTok ataupun di Instagram. Apa yang anda lihat merupakan hasil dari saya belajar dari Exodos.

Ada sebuah trivia mengenai brand ini. Exodos sendiri diambil namanya dari sebuah alkitab. Jika diartikan, Exodos itu artinya “Jalan keluar”. Dan di versi ‘Exodos’ saya, jalan keluar saya berada di sini. Pijakan pertama sekaligus jalan keluar untuk saya mencoba hal yang saya memang sukai. 

Balik lagi pada kutipan di atas, kutipan tersebut muncul di kepala saya dan ditujukan kepada saya. Jika saya sudah besar, saya tidak akan lupa dengan pijakan pertama saya. 

Dan saya titip pesan juga, Jika anda sudah berada di tengah jalan menuju tujuan anda, jangan lupa dengan pijakan pertama anda.

“Don’t forget your own roots“.

-10:24

[elendiliel]

Moving Forward

Just a random slice-of-life piece (in more ways than one.) The basic idea has been marinating since I first read @whymylifewrites’ highly recommended fic Haili Cetare, but merged with some more recent discussion on Tumblr, largely by the same author, about friendships between clones and Jedi. I hope it makes something approximating sense.

[I may have taken liberties with the Jedi Temple’s architecture and logistics; we see so little of it that I tend to improvise a lot.]

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Hel’s bedroom had never been designed for more than one occupant, maybe two. Certainly not four heavily armoured men, all of them both tall and thickset, in addition to the Jedi herself. And yet all five of them were crammed into the small space, Fives and Echo perched on the narrow but mercifully sturdy bed, Torrent and Spark somehow taking up more than half of the available floor. (It was a padawan’s room, really, and not one of the better ones, but Hel spent so little time in it she had never minded. And what with one thing and another, there had never been time to move her to another room since her knighting.) The only clear surface had been the top of the chest of drawers, where Hel had just finished laying out the stack of flat, still-hot boxes she had brought back from a newly opened takeaway, smuggling them in as she had the rest of her squad, taking advantage of the current absence of all her neighbours on that corridor – some of whom would never be coming back – and her knowledge of a fair few of the unofficial ways into and around the Temple. She would never claim to know all the ancient building’s secrets – just the odd two or seven.

“Shall I get some cutlery and plates?,” Echo asked, surely already planning his optimal route around his twin and sergeant (not that there were ranks in the mess) and to the nearest kitchen. It was the first time they had gathered there rather than in the 501st’s barracks, but the clones were all quick learners – Echo in particular.

“You can if you want, but they’re not necessary. Just help yourselves. There’s enough here for six slices each, but please don’t feel you have to have that much. It keeps well. These all have different toppings; mixing and matching is encouraged but not compulsory. Just try whatever looks good to you.” To start the ball rolling, she retired to the small portion of her bed not occupied by the twins with a slice of the bit-of-everything house special in hand, her usual way of gauging the quality of a new restaurant. One bite was enough to tell her she’d chosen well. It was beautifully savoury, and just sweet enough. The level of spiciness was a little on the low side, but well within her preferred range, stimulating but not overwhelming. All in all, a good pizza.

As she had anticipated, once the ice was broken the others dived in like so many padawans, mostly starting with the simpler (but equally tasty-looking) toppings; knowing the bland, carefully metered rations they were all given in the field, and having heard about the Kaminoans’ idea of “food”, for one of their first tastes of real food she had selected the four least daunting ones, plus the house special. (Not so long ago, she’d have gone for just plain cheese herself, but she’d learned – with her master’s help – to be more adventurous.) Contented silence settled over the group, broken only by Spark putting on some quiet music – a classic rock album, as it happened – on Hel’s battered, idiosyncratic little music player, a present from her master on her thirteenth birthday. (Even less than a year into her apprenticeship, he’d known how much music meant to her, though she had almost no talent for it herself.) Hel let herself relax for once, just enjoying being with her friends.

Friends. The word wasn’t a casual one in her birth-culture, but it had taken her a while to figure out that it was even more significant for clones, that their friendship wasn’t given lightly. For her, making friends was one of the most natural things in the galaxy, and had been for years; the idea that fighting well together on the battlefield, just clicking as a pair or team as their squad had, wasn’t the same as wanting to spend time together outside combat hadn’t got through her thick skull for some time. Once it had, she had vowed to do her best not to take their affection for granted, or the ways in which they expressed it. Long, rambling discussions with Torrent; Fives teaching her to use a blaster, and giving her a new name – even back then, she’d known that that was significant; Echo challenging her to games of dejarik, and usually beating her soundly; Spark’s constant, doomed attempts to teach her about computers and tech in general. She didn’t always remember to value their friendship as it and they deserved, but she was trying, which was better than nothing, she hoped.

As it turned out, she didn’t get the house special all to herself, instead sharing it with the twins, but she did finish off her full share quite easily. (Being young (only just nineteen), active and used to large meals, she could probably have managed a side order and pudding as well, perhaps not without regret, but hadn’t wanted to show off.) Most of the others paused at four slices, but she saw Fives eyeing up a sixth, clearly having a debate with himself.

“Where food’s concerned, if the question starts, “Should I,” the answer’s probably, “No,” Hel warned him. “Making yourself ill is a waste, but saving some for firstmeal is not. It’s equally good cold or reheated – or so I’ve been told.” She’d never had enough patience, or a small enough appetite, to make the experiment. “I’ll get you some boxes.”

She threaded her way through the crowded room and headed for the tiny kitchen shared by everyone on the corridor. It was only there to supplement the meals provided in the refectory, and didn’t even have a proper oven, just a microwave one (which she’d never got the hang of), a hob and a conservator and freezer. Helli made straight for her own labelled cupboard, which held, among other things, a stock of flimsy plastoid boxes left over from old takeaways shared with her master. He’d been gone for about a year and she still found little reminders of him all over the place.

Not about, she realised with a jolt. Exactly. For a string of seconds, she couldn’t breathe for grief and guilt, couldn’t see for tears. Only a conveniently placed cupboard handle kept her upright. A year to the day since her second father had been taken from her and she had spent that first anniversary messing about with her mates. She hadn’t even remembered. How could she have forgotten him so easily?

Yousa being silly, she told herself – or perhaps someone else told her. Wallowing in grief wasn’t going to help anyone. And what better way to honour her beloved master’s memory than living life to the full? As he had taught her to be, he had been focused on the present, neither ruled by the past nor worrying about the future. Even his talent for intuition and insight, like hers, had been concerned only with the present and immediate future, short-range but high-resolution. And, like her, he had believed in making good use of the Maker’s gifts, including food and drink. Had he lived, he’d have been one of the assembly that evening, and they’d have been in his more spacious room rather than packed into hers. In a way, Hel was suddenly sure, he was there, in the Force.

Pulling herself back together, she checked her reflection in the microwave door, making sure her lapse hadn’t left any visible traces, then picked up four takeaway boxes, double-checking that they were clean and intact and finding the right lids. Yousa should not be looking back too much, but moving forward. Forward, to where her friends were waiting for her.

#star wars #The Clone Wars #jedi oc #Original Jedi Character #echo #clone trooper echo #arc trooper echo #fives #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #spark #clone trooper spark #clone trooper oc #fanfic

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[sepdum]

Air lautnya kok biru, wak? Hayoo ada yang bisa jelaskan ditengah cuaca cerah cetar membahana ini? #sepdumxyz