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alberta-sunrise · 1 year

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What most women want…

What I want… 😍

#what women want #what i want #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #man in armour #knight in shining beskar #star wars fan #star wars fangirl #mandalorian #star wars fan girl #this is the way #pedro pascal #thor #chris hemsworth #thor ragnorak #thor god of thunder

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mercuriicultores · 1 year

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1655, Rembrandt, Man in Armour

#Rembrandus #Rembrandt #Vir armatus #Man in Armour #saec. XVII #1655 #pictura #Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum #Scotiae #J2EC736

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evehaze · 2 months

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Rembrandt Van Rijn - Man in Armour (1655)

#rembrandt van rijn #art #I'm in love with this painting #man in armour

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neproxrezi · 1 year

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every piglin in a fifty mile radius turning aggro when my dogshit thirty durability golden boots shatter because i jumped off a one block incline

#minecraft #man i hope it works just having one piece of gold armour #i dont have that much gold #>:T #dibi #this whole new nether thing is very confusing #popular

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starqueensthings · 2 months

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o k capt Jack Sparrow, did Omega take your athleticism with her

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platyrooni · 1 month

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the lovely bride and her groom !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this one too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and special thanks to @/squidpedia for the inspiration <3!!!

toriel in a suit + some other sans marriage stuff i was considering

#sans #toriel #soriel #undertale #sketchbook #i saw dollopopaint's art after a long day of me day dreaming at work about this specific post and i genuinely thought we had a some kind of #psychic bond or something!!!!!!!!!#THEN i thought to myself.......... man............. wouldn't it be cool if toriel wore WEDDING ARMOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!#she's the queen/knight/fire mage of my dreams.................#and also!!!!!!!!!! i had a lot of fun drawing the armour and dress and stuff #definitely stepped out of my comfort zone with this one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#one day i'll draw a background and it'll be OVER for you clowns!!!!

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fire-bay · 4 months

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Redrawing Kyaneos's armor because I got over my technical skill issue

#i love shading armour but man I had a difficult time drawing them #firebay #my art #oc #Kyaneos #dragon mecha

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illustratus · 2 months

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 3 months

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Din Djarin cock worship drabble (din djarin x you)

pairing: din djarin x f!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit descriptions of smut, (assumed age gap maybe???), the armour stays on except for when din eats pussy (which is 24/7 in this universe), overstimulation wc: 1.4K a/n: hello lovelies, this is just a part of something that has been cooking in my brain for the last week. I was ignoring my schoolwork and other responsibilities as usual and rewatching mando, and just thinking about how that modulated rasp makes me melt, and how I would give anything to tie Din Djarin up and suck the soul out of him to hear those moans. that man deserves his cock to be worshipped, and I think about that on the daily tbh . this is unfinished but i hope to complete it this weekend!

Impenetrable beskar steel forged under sweltering heat that could rival Tattooine’s binary suns. Stealthy, calculated, choreographed skills of a warrior, so innate to his being, an exoskeleton similar to the armour he wore. An unshakeable creed that represented devotion, honour, humility, and strength.

Powerful, weathered strength. Strength that shouldered hundreds of bounties, countless days of survival in the harshest planets, and so many physical injuries he’s lost count at this point.

Din Djarin was a humble man. He never boasted his abilities or displayed a cocky nature. He had no reason to. Growing up in the covert, competing drills and sparring with other Mandalorians, he let his combat skills speak for himself as opposed to his words. Din would never deny his strength however. He knew he was strong, despite his age, and despite the aches and pains that permeated his body after each hunt. It was a quality that he could always pride himself on- at least that’s what he thought up until this point. Until he met you.

It turns out the stoic facade of strength that the hardened warrior so heavily relied on, crumbled the instant you could get your hands on him. Well, your hands and your mouth.

Nearly 3 months had passed since you joined the mandalorian And the child. Three months since you offered your skills to help him with his bounties and take care of the child when he was off on his hunts. 3 months since your relationship progressed from just ship mates and acquaintances coexisting in solitude and monosyllabic answers, to partners that shared each others bed every night. A cacophony of grunts and deep groans to catch your breathless whimpers and keening whines filling the hull of the razor crest.

You soon learned how much of a pleasure dom that mando was. Well, Din to you, now that he had entrusted you with his name. Once he learned what made you tick, what made you scream out his name as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, he was fucking insatiable.

Most nights he wouldn’t fuck you until he made you cum on his tongue or his fingers at least twice. And even then you’d be a mess. Squirming and sobbing as you pushed his head off your dripping sensitive cunt. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, you could feel the heat rolling off his broad body as he caged you against the bed.

“It’s okay, you can take it cyar’ika,” he would coo at you as he fed his thick cock into your warm wet heat. “Need this tight pussy nice and wet before I stretch you out on my cock.”

You never lasted long, your orgasm crashing over you as you pulse around his length, writhing into the bed sheets.

He reveled in being able to take you apart. Pushing you to the limits of your pleasure that it almost became painful. He fed off of it.

It was rare however, that Din ever let you return the favor. Whenever you attempted to take him into your mouth, to show him your desire and appreciation, he would bat your hands away. Or he would only let you taste him for a minute or two before he’d manhandle you back onto the bed, legs spread by his massive palms, as he beheld you like a deity he wanted to worship over several lifetimes. His ferocity to have you usually outweighed his usual firm patience.

You doubted that you were bad at giving head or that he didn’t enjoy it. Din was vocal, that much you were surprised to learn. As vocal as that modulator in his helmet would allow. Nothing rivaled the groans and curses you were rewarded with as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, eyes never straining from the T of his visor, taking him deep in your mouth, sucking on the head. You could only bask in the glow of his praise and delicious sounds for so long before Din became impatient and hauled you off his cock, the desire to be deep inside your warm wet heat his sole focus. “Need to have you now meshla,” he groaned, “can’t fucking wait any longer.”

Tonight would be different, you thought to yourself earlier that day as you watched Din stroll down the ramp of the Razorcrest, eager to begin his hunt for the next quarry. You had landed on Trandosha near dawn, and while the lush landscape of the planet appeared inviting Din had made it clear that you and the child couldn’t explore while he was gone.

“The quarry hasn’t exactly been covert about laying low, so it shouldn’t take long to track him down.” He explained as he restocked his munition and triple checked his weapons.

Something about the methodical, almost choreographed manner in the way he loaded the pulse rifle bullets in his bandolier, reloaded his blaster, secured his vibroblade on the inside of his boot made you ridiculously horny. Watching the weathered faded leather of his gloves, caress the barrel of the rifle, mold around the handle of the blaster, those same gloves that molded to the curves of your body. You felt your throat go dry as he kept talking.

“Are you listening cyar’ika?”

Two leather clad fingers settled underneath your chin, urging it upwards to meet his visor.

“Huh?”

His helmet tilted to the side ever so slightly as he appraised your glossed over gaze, not before letting out one of those deep sighs that you had come to know and love.

“No leaving the ship while I’m gone, under any circumstances. Got it?” The fingers under your chin shifted as his hand curled around the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing gently over your jaw.

“Trandosha may be a decent planet but Trandoshans are ruthless hunters, and they wouldn’t miss an opportunity to capture a sweet thing like you, or the child.”

The thought didn’t scare you. Having been around Trandoshans before, you knew they were cunning hunters, but the large reptilian species were slow on foot and clumsy with weaponry. They were nothing in comparison to Din’s prowess and perfected combat skills.

Humming in response, you walk your fingers up the cool beskar of his chest plate, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Good thing I am traveling with one of the most ruthless and equally feared bounty hunters in the galaxy hmm?”

Burying your fingers in the curls peeking out from underneath his helmet and tugging slightly, you reveled in the shaky exhale he let out.

He leaned down, resting the forehead of his helmet against yours. A quiet rumble leaving the depths of his broad chest.

“Ruthless huh?” His strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his broad body. You basked in the warmth emanating off his armour. While he appeared a mountain of metal, it sent a thrill through you upon feeling the humanity coursing through his body, the life exuding from underneath his beskar shell.

“Yes Din.” You replied with a smirk as you arched your back, smushing your breasts against the cool, hard angles of the chest plate.

“Ruthless in catching your bounties, ruthless in destroying your enemies,” you look up at him from under your lashes, “ruthless when you fuck my pussy and make me cum so many times I lost count.”

He lets out a noise, between a groan and a growl, as his hands slithered down to grip your ass, tightly cupping your ass cheeks, trying to pull you impossibly closer than you already were. It wasn’t enough to be pressed up against you, he needed to be inside you. That much was evident as you felt the hard outline of his cock, nudging against your lower belly.

“Damn fucking right I am. That tight little pussy is mine.”

It was your turn to shiver as your eyes fell shut and you bit your lip. Stars, the power that this man had over you. How he was able to make you fall apart with just his words, that filthy fucking mouth hidden underneath his unreadable halo of steel.

He leaned down till the helm of his helmet was beside your ear. “No leaving the ship,” he repeated in that delicious rasp. “I’ll be back soon okay?”

Little did Din know the surprise you had in store for him later.

#din djarin smut #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin drabble #i need him so bad #i need this man of metal to crumble underneath my tongue #and the armour stays on ofc #my 'drabble is over 1k' what a joke #idk what drabble is clearly

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letsknightinarmour · 4 months

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#haarniska #knight in shining armor #knight #armour #ritari #summer clothes #shoplook #on the bus #cave man #summer field #metallic boots #metallic jacket

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mishapen-dear · 4 months

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tbh i think that even unwinnable fights should be winnable. some of the BEST fights i've ever run as a dm were ones i built kill the players (in a fun way. I had some cutscenes prepped so even the loss would be a different flavour of win)- but then they were clever bastards and managed to either win the fights or pull themselves out of trouble. I think it's perfectly fine to plan for a fight that players aren't supposed to win, but you need to let them. if they can't win, they can't lose, and the meaning of that encounter is diminished. do that too many times, and they stop trusting you to give them roleplay prompts and start expecting to sit there waiting while you drive the story for them.

but if they can win... if there is always the chance to win, no matter how impossible the odds, then they ALWAYS have hope. they always get invested. they feel the big emotions of success or the big emotions of failure, and you fucking Win as a dm/roleplay prompter/lead bastard.

#qsmp neg #qsmp crit #discourse #<- for blacklists #im not grumping or anything im just musing on like. the mechanics of why everyone is so upset about the latest fight #and how it can be avoided while still keeping these fights genuinely difficult and intense #its hard because there's so many players and they all have wildly different strengths and weaknesses #so someone who could take on the code easy needs that enemy scaled differently than someone who isn't a big fighter #but it's hard to do that in a world where they interact w the same enemy #and you only have so much man-power to cater to a big server like this one #and then you bring in the big powerful items that the players can and can't access but which the admins have ultimate power over #and the fact that some of the admins themselves have lag issues or aren't super great at pvp so they accommodate that with better gear #and it starts getting messy #but for the fights themselves yeah regardless of what armour or gear or killing-methods they use there should Always be a win condition #and idk maybe there was one and we just didn't get to see it #but if that win condition is 'parents sit in the safe room with their babies while the others are overrun'#then i think there are ways to build better win conditions #anyway i love game design and player/dm interactions qsmp hire me now i want to know your behind the scenes #jk im too busy to apply #but man. i wanna nerd out so bad that sometimes i think about it

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flowery-king · 1 year

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I got invited to my friend's minecraft server pff

#fgarart #uh i guess i can tag philip pff #philip wittebane #but a philip that got thrown into the minecraft world instead lmao #i also have a texture pack that minimizes the armour and makes it look like shoulder pads and crowns and stuff instead #it's funky #I found a cave spider spawner before i found armour so i did the rational thing and made an exp farm #it's fun pretending to be a confused old man #can't wait to see what everyone else's skin are pff #hello philip from the owl house #hello stella from winx club #my laptop got sent in for repairs the day after i got invited so i dont have anymore fun encounters to draw lol

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selfdiagnosedeyemotif · 1 year

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to introduce a character as a bishop and then to have them pull up with THIS stat spread was such a bold play and i respect that

ROGUE? BARD? WHAT’S GOING ON THERE?

#also the sharp contrast between 16 dex on an old man and also -2's on strength and con is just #so funny #i knew something was up when he cast mage armour #cuz that aint a cleric spell #but i didnt expect THIS #the ravening war #dimension 20 #iris originals

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big1ron · 2 months

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Bro I should NOT have watched Bad Batch, I don’t even like this guy and I’ve spent far too long today trying to draw his ass.

#not spoilers #tbb #the bad batch #crosshair #i literally hate this guy #i have so much shit to do man I’m literally so fucked #he’s easy to draw just think of the worst possible Frenchman #ignore the fact I don’t know what he looks like #ignore the fact the armour does NOT look like that #whatever who cares I need to do work so fucking badly #my art #i guess #this is kinda just a sketch

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vigilskeep · 15 days

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if you took a bad enough hit while dao rock armour was active, could you have scars from blunt force trauma that spiderweb like cracks in stone

#i should be so fucking asleep right now but hear me out. minerva. landsmeet duel. loghain has shield bash. do you hear what im saying #i was thinking about magical scars for him actually #but that fucking armour. you have to cook him in it like a lobster in its shell #sometimes i think mages are overpowered for that fight realistically #and then i remember those close quarters and how fucking massive i think he is #he’s like a foot and a half taller than minerva. crikey #okay im saying fuck a lot but the crikey is a sign. need to sleep. need to sleep #but minerva literally cracked open during the landsmeet divorce #and only afterwards when nobody is watching letting her skin turn back from stone #holds it for so long that wynne can’t fix it clean #loghain SHOULD have a scar too for matchie matchies #its crushing prison she usually uses. crumpling that man like a tin can #that could fuck you up. less visible though. i’ll workshop #i dont think shed get enough of a grip to pull off something like #a handprint burn #maybe a slice across the cheek from a blade of ice #i’ll workshop. i’ll workshop. goodnight

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illustratus · 12 days

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Madness of Charles VI: crossing the forest of Le Mans on an expedition against Pierre de Craon, the king, brandishing a sword, mistakes the members of his retinue for enemies and attacks them.

— Froissart's Chronicles

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