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Hahaha, that is such a genius idea I can barely stand it xD "Shiny" is such a brilliant song, I love Tamatoa!! <3

I would think Din would rue the day they put on that holomovie because Paz and Raga would latch on to that like ticks. And we would, in fact, be talking 'years' where Din would suffer through Paz and Raga breaking into; "He can't, coz he's too SHINYYYYYYY!" every time Din's skills or a mission are being discussed.

(Paz would probably get away with it twice before the third snarky shiny comment would result in Din snapping xD )

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”

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“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”

At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.

Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.

One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”

Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”

She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”

You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.

A silly comic I did a long ago (which I hope is not canon because I won’t survive a second without seeing grogu’s little face 🤧)

They did that thing on TikTok again, except this one guy did the arrangement