raindro day 2: grey / silver 🩶🌑🐘
day 2!! i gotta admit this is amongst the ones i like the least 🥲 hopefully you'll appreciate it more than i do <33 this is from his flaunt magazine cover 🙂↕️

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raindro day 2: grey / silver 🩶🌑🐘
day 2!! i gotta admit this is amongst the ones i like the least 🥲 hopefully you'll appreciate it more than i do <33 this is from his flaunt magazine cover 🙂↕️

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Brown Eyes
Din Djarin x Reader
Words: 626
Summary: After Riduurok, you and your riduur, Din, get to see eachother's faces for the first time.
Tags: Fluff, so in love, marriage, affection, firsts, mando'a
Note: This fic was written for Raindro 2026 (Masterlist Here). Day 4: Brown 🤎
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Riduurok was complete. Only one cycle ago, you and Din exchanged sacred vows and pieces of beskar armor, merging into a new clan of two. It was a beautiful celebration indeed, but now you two are back to traveling. The life of a bounty hunter doesn't leave room for a honeymoon.
Even so, this time is incredibly important as newlyweds. Things are different now that your sacred bond is sealed. You have a bounty to chase, one that is quite far away, so on your travels you must stop to rest. For tonight, to sleep, the two of you are staying on a small forested moon that's uninhabited due to it's remote location. The Razor crest lands in a tiny meadow and you start your usual routine of checking the area. All is clear, so you cook up some food. The ration packs you two invest in aren't glamorous by any means, but they have all the necessary nutrients for two strong bounty hunters to continue their work.
You warm your ration pack and almost head off to another room, but Din speaks up in that usual gentle tone that others only hear as stoic.
"You can stay." You'd almost forgotten, you realize. Its habit to eat separately, but now you are one clan and don't need to have hesitancy with one another. You need not stay wrapped in armor or go away to another room. You walk back to where he is, sitting across from him. At this point, both of you are forgetting about the food
You set the container of food on your lap and look at him, the dark visor staring back at you. Both of you are full of a kind of nervousness more suited for kids with crushes than two deadly bounty hunters. And yet, those fears are pulling the air between you tight enough that the tension is felt in your gut.
"Can I?" Your hands move up, but pause before they touch his helmet as his hands had grabbed your wrists in an iron grip. It seems that, for both of you, instincts are still strong. Din's hands quickly loosen and then slide to your own helmet. He starts to carefully pull it off, not asking first. He knows that if either of you wanted this to stop, it would. But it doesn't
When your helmet is removed, you close your eyes. Never have you felt so vulnerable in your life as you did that moment. You sightlessly set Din's helmet down, and you hear a clink of metal as yours is placed down.
"Mesh'la..." You hear him mutter. Your face flushes and you finally look, opening your eyes to see the man who's become your world, with no barriers between you for the first time. You are met with a vision of messy hair, slightly flushed cheeks, and-
"Brown eyes..." You say, a smile blooming across your face. The memory of him telling you about those eyes returns, and you blink away all that you had imagined of his face prior to this moment. You couldn't have imagined the softness in his eyes. The depth. A wave of emotion rises, threatening to consume you, and a small laugh escapes your throat, tension melting along with you under his gaze.
After a moment of simply staring, you take his face in your hands and lean in to press your foreheads together. It is familiar gesture, the keldabe kiss, only now you are skin to skin. You know immediately that those brown eyes are a sight you can't bare to only see once or twice. You know also that this bare touch will be a common habit. That you made the right choice in taking him as your riduur.
Raindro 2026: brown 🤎🐻👁️👁️
“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵-𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘳. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘬𝘪𝘵-𝘬𝘢𝘵. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱!”
Dieter 🧸 🍫 🥃 🤎 Brown, 4/11 drawings for #raindro hosted by @kiyomeji ✨ (April 2024) Dieter is an underrated Pedroverse character, love that crazy trash panda (affectionate)
see this art on my IG | buy this as a print
Raindro: Orange Pedge
Hmmm, I don't put Pedge in orange very often, but as per all of my other collages, he seems to look good in every color I can find. Also, if you're unsure how a papaya relates to Pedro Pascal, at least on surrealistic terms, I'm not sure you're ready to know yet....
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Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Rating: G for General Fluff here! Word Count: 1953 a/n: I haven't written Frankie in so long and this genuinely felt like returning to my roots! Get ready for some fluff and...oh...you might want to get Lovesong by The Cure queued up.
You feel like you're back in high school, when the intensity of your first real crush crashed into your reality and took your every thought from Twilight novels and Friday night plans at Dairy Queen and redirected them to him. The abrupt transition your brain has made years later feels achingly familiar, because once again you're no longer thinking about work or your new Friday night plans with the boys, but rather you're consistently stuck on him.
A different him, of course, but still him. His eyes. The way he smiles. The hat you long to remove from his head to expose the mess of curls awaiting below. The sound of his laugh. The way he leans into you slightly whenever you're pressed closely together when everyone's at your house.
In short, you're head over heels for him, and you're also far too frightened to even remotely entertain the idea of telling him.