it’s giving Tired Single Dad™ at the playground watching his toddler from the bench so he doesn’t get hurt
grogu falls down and he just shouts “walk it off buddy”
another child is playing with a toy grogu wants and when he uses the force to get said toy back you hear din from a distance “what did we say about using the force on other kids hm? give it back”
an exasperated “no, don’t eat that”
din dragging grogu from the playground after one too many duel attempts
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It’s our time vode. Our time for the galaxy to know the call to Mandalore. They cannot destroy us. We don’t need an Empire. We don’t need a Republic. We only need our clans, our honor, our faith, and our hearts. Our culture hasn’t died. We are still here. Oya! Oya! Oya!
Vode An
Kote!
Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.
Manda’yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.
Bal kote, darasuum kote,
Jorso'ran kando a tome.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.
Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.
Manda’yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.
Bal...
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.
Aruetyc runi solus cet o'r.
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.
Aruetyc runi trattok'o.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!
[Basic Translation]
Glory!
One indomitable heart, Brothers all.
We, the wrath of Mandalore, Brothers all.
And glory, eternal glory,
We shall bear its weight together.
Forged like the saber in the fires of death, Brothers all.
One indomitable heart, Brothers all.
We, the wrath of Mandalore, Brothers all.
And...
Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.
Our vengeance burns brighter still.
Every last traitorous soul shall kneel.
Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.
Our vengeance burns brighter still.
Every last traitorous soul shall fall.
Forged like the saber in the fires of death, Brothers all!
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SNEAK PEEK--Clan Djarin: The Next Year “The Youngling”
Hi friends! I’m hard at work on both Clan Djarin and The Thunder Bringer’s Daughter, so I figured I would give you a quick sneak peek at the next story in The Next Year!
Updates for my projects should be coming out in the next week or so!
For the fifth time in an hour, Din moved aside the curtain on the garden window and watched the two figures seated in the shade beside the house. Ellis, wearing much looser black robes than their more practical flight suit, sat cross-legged, eyes closed, wrists loosely balanced on their knees. In front of them sat the baby, though not nearly as gracefully draped. His eyes were closed, too, and his ears vibrated, not from the wind, nor from conscious effort, but from…something else.
They were just…sitting there. Finally, Din’s curiosity got the better of him, and he made his way out the back door and into the garden.
By all accounts, it was a glorious day of Nevarran summer. The garden that Omera had so meticulously planned was finally beginning to show...just as Omera was, Din realized with a blush. The gray soil had broken into a profusion of green–not just green, but all different shades, more shades of green than Din had ever seen in one place. Some plants lay low, like the mossy spread of honey blossom just about to burst into bloom; some had shot up so quickly that they were already in full flower–the millaflowers, for example, that Omera was crouched beside with her gardening knife. As the door closed behind him, Omera looked over her shoulder and flashed a smile at Din.
“Look at this!” she laughed, gesturing to the basket beside her, overflowing with blue-and-red flowers. “We’ll have enough to tranquilize a Wookiee by the time the harvest cycle’s done!”
“I see that.” Din took a knee beside her and put a protective hand on the small of her back. With a quick glance over his shoulder–yes, Ellis’s eyes were still closed–Din lifted the edge of his helmet and kissed Omera’s cheek, hot with sun exposure. Then, he leaned in towards her ear.
“Have they even moved since you’ve been out here?”
Omera shook her head as she returned her attention to the millaflowers.
“Thought they were supposed to be training,” Din muttered.
“Well,” Omera replied, cutting off one last clump of millaflowers and adding them to her basket, “maybe Jedi train differently than Mandalorians.”
Omera let out a sigh, dusted the dirt of her hands, and replaced her knife in her belt. “Help me up, will you?”
Din readily accepted her offered hand and pulled her to her feet. She swayed, and Din’s heart stopped for a moment as he steadied her.
“Glad you asked for help this time?” Din asked as he picked up the basket.
Omera hummed. “Don’t get used to it,” she replied as she led the way back into the house. “I’m only a few months along. As long as I can do things myself, I will.”
“I know,” Din conceded, deciding his worries could wait until later. With an involuntary sigh, Din removed his helmet and took a seat beside Omera at the kitchen table, where she was already cutting lengths of twine to tie the millaflowers together for drying.
“Thing is,” Din continued, “Ellis isn’t a Jedi. So…what are they? And what are they teaching him?”
“I’m not a Sith either, Djarin.”
Din’s back stiffened. Through the open window, through the thick curtain, and despite his lowered tone, Ellis had heard them. How…?
“We’ll talk in a few,” Ellis said, “when Grogu and I are finished.”
Now it was Omera’s turn to freeze, her hands having just finished tying a bundle of millaflowers together. The flowers dangled there for a moment, before landing with a soft thump against the table. Slowly, she and Din turned to each other, eyes widening with the same question, though they both suspected the answer:...who is Grogu?
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For the fic writer ask: 💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?
Hi, friend! (And fellow Zebra!)
Oooh, that's a really tough one. There are moments in all of my longer fics that break my heart. I mean, The Thunder-Bringer's Daughter is literally all about grief, and the chapter I posted today was a marathon to write.
But far and away, Clan Djarin takes the heartbreak award, for the sheer number of chapters that wrenched the feels right out of me, and left me wrung out after writing/editing. In the Aftermath has, I think, one of the best pieces I've ever written, period: Chapter 11-Whole. Then there's Sanctuary. It's hard to pin down the chapter that broke me the most, but I would say Chapters 15, 17, 23, and 24 were the most...well, this emoji: 🥺🥺🥺
Thanks so much for asking! ❤️❤️❤️
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