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gffa · 1 year
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The Mandalorian | illustrated by Eli Hyder
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pianju · 1 year
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paz watched din get dragged away and said “no way am i letting this mf die cooler than me”
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salome-c · 1 year
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Mandalorian helmets.
The Mandalorian - Season 3
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pridoo · 1 year
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ok ok I rarely like het ships but when I do it usually has 1. enemies to lovers trope 2. size difference trope. It's just too funny to me that both Leia and Luke would fall for a mandalorian lmao, disaster twins. And we all know Leia likes big guys (side eyes Chewie)
Don't take it too seriously lol, I saw someone mention PazLeia and was like huh! That hits the smol and tol switch in my brain, I can be into that.
Happy DinLuke Anniversary ❤️
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hobbitinthetardis · 1 year
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imagine having a serious duel that is representative of factional loyalties, tradition, and culture only for it to get interrupted by a child who knows how to say two words in basic with the moral high ground
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circadianaa · 1 year
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hi guys meet my new oc paz vizla
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sprout-fics · 1 year
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NSFW New Years thot— Paz with a pregnant riduur. That’s it.
Possessive and protective as hell, absolutely doting and loving, his hands never leave her belly. Is prepared to catch their ik’aad the moment they arrive. Is always ready to put another in his riduur again. Is obsessed with his riduur’s motherly body they’ve formed postpartum. Loves all of his children fiercely and unconditionally. His aliit is everything to him.
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Okay but this one came out really well, I think!
“Gently now, there.”
The dying, ember light of sunset filters though the windows of your room, dyeing you in a soft, golden halo. Warmth seeps through you, a blooming affection that perches alight in the fibers of your soul, tugging there like harp strings.
A tiny hand splays across your stomach, hovering gently, almost hesitantly under your larger one. Your eldest looks up at you through his eyelashes, other hand clutched to his mouth nervously as he waits for the tiny rumble you’d drawn him to. You gaze down at him, at his bright eyes the same color of his father’s, the arch of his brow knotted with uncertainty. The light catches against the planes of his face rounded with a cherub fullness.
A kick.
He gasps, hand darting away as you chuckle. Yet he gazes down at your stomach with child-like wonder, mouth dropped open in shock. He takes a moment to observe before he delicately presses closer, leaning an ear against the rounded swell of your stomach with wide, sparkling eyes. 
“There’s a heartbeat.” He murmurs in astonishment, turning to brace his chin against your abdomen. 
You nod down at him, unable to contain the wide spread of your grin across your lips. 
“Another ad’ika, like yourself.” You tell him, watching as the stars bloom across his gaze. 
You’re interrupted then, as a door chimes, swishes open beyond your room where you’re resting. Instantly your son is away from you, footsteps fading as he races down the hall with a triumphant cry. 
“Buir!!”
There’s a tell-tale grunt as he impacts against his father’s knees, barely up to his hip now- grown in the bink of an eye.
Paz groans as he hauls his son into his arms, even as he squeals. Their voices are faded now, warm like a lullaby against the back of your thoughts, winding, cloyant like an embrace. Home, with them. 
Soon, however, footsteps echo down the hall as Paz, as your riduur draws near. 
He pauses in the doorway, one massive arm cradling your child against his breastplate and the other balancing his helmet against his hip. Steps stuttering to a halt, he freezes at the sight of you, bathed in gentle, radiant sunlight. Like the gods above have descended to bestow upon you a gentle, divine kiss, he breathes as if you yourself are doused in sanctity- something to be worshiped, held in utter reverence. 
“Mesh’la.” He breathes, and the word itself is a prayer whispered to the heavens.
“Hello, husband.” You murmur, one hand smoothing over your stomach. 
His gaze never breaks from you, not as he places his helmet against your dresser, gently depositing his son and murmuring a hushed instruction to him. As tiny footsteps fade, Paz draws near, one hand reaching out towards you as if, once he touches you, you’ll vanish into stardust. You catch his gloved palm against yours, brace it against your cheek even as he sucks in a breath of wonder. 
“You grow more beautiful with every passing day.” He whispers as you smile up at him, heart swelling at the seams. 
“Even like this?” You ask gently, hand smoothing over your stomach and brow knotting in a touch of concern.
“Especially like this.” He replies, and his voice is lower now, dipping deeper into his chest with a timber you recognize. It sends sparks murmuring through you, glowing like constellations. 
“Really?” You ask, and your voice is quieter now, reserved in hesitancy. 
“Riduur.” He murmurs, and his other hand clasps across your cheek now, turning your face towards him like he’s drinking from a holy spring. You can see his eyes like this, see the birth of galaxies within his gaze, see how he looks down at you as if you’re the first and only magnificent thing he’s ever seen. 
“You are the mother of our children. My cherished wife, my partner, my beloved. How can I not think you are more beautiful than every star in the sky?”
You soften, melt into him then, feeling warmth spool low in your belly, to where an unborn soul dwells in silent slumber. 
“You’re trying to get me pregnant again.” You chide him, and the smile that greets your words has the harp strings of your heart singing an aria. 
“How can I not?” He asks, lifting you to his waiting lips in an irresistible, incandescent kiss. “When you’re glowing brighter than the sun?”
“I’ll blind you.” You murmur against him. 
“Then the last thing I see will be you.”
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do you see the vision
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fulcrum-art-fox · 1 year
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Paz deliberately trying to rile Bo-Katan up by suggesting he doesn’t know who she is, but very carefully throwing Nite Owl in there just to make it clear he does know exactly who she is. because given how little Din knew of the galaxy I wouldn’t have put it past them for him to just not know, but oh no, he knows, and her reaction being like. the nerve on this guy
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the-irreverend · 1 year
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Seriously, what is it with this franchise and fatherhood?
(Not that I'm complaining.)
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! Mando season 3 spoilers (kinda) !
Predictions for this season:
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Me when big guy (paz vizsla) dies:
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salome-c · 1 year
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This is the Way.
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bbvgggggghhg · 8 months
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I’m still on my “PAZ VIZSLA DESERVED MORE!” rage but now I’m introducing, “I WANNA SEE MORE OF RAGNAR VIZSLA!”
I’d like to say that both Paz and Ragnar are the natural leaders in the covert (other than the armourer of course). Like in that one scene in Mandalorian S3, when Din Djarin comes back to the covert, Paz Vizsla got all these Mandalorians backing him up with their blasters when he goes to basically say, “You’re not welcome here, gtfo,” to Din ,(but Din is indeed welcomed because he bathed in the living waters, definitely irked Paz), like damn.
Also another scene where Din is tryna talk the covert into protecting Nevarro, every Mandalorian is skeptical until MANdalorian Paz Vizsla speaks up. Damn. That’s a guy with influence.
Ragnar probably picked that up from his dad. The smaller blue is confident in voicing out his thoughts, especially his displeasure about Grogu during training (leave the green thing alone :( the baby is like 6 decades older than you). Not to mention, he seems to already be the leader amongst the other foundlings in the covert.
I’m referring to that one scene where the two tribes finally meet and there’s tension cause ew one tribe is showing their faces and ew one of tribe is not. The tension is so bad Paz turns to his son and tells him to “bring the rest of the foundlings back into the tents,” and the little Mandalorians do follow Ragnar.
I find it adorable because that whole interaction suggests that Ragnar is responsible despite his young age and is clearly a confident kid who I can infer is sociable with the rest of the foundlings. Leaders are meant to have influence, social skills (to fuel that influence), strength and most of all they put their people first.
The death of Paz Vizsla was him sacrificing himself for the rest of the Mandalorians, for Mandalore. I have to agree with the people who said that he truly died a Mandalorian���s death, a fight till the end. He fought with honour and no matter how unnecessary I found his death to be, it had an impact and I cannot deny that.
I believe that Ragnar should know by now that his dad passed by fighting for Mandalore and Mandalorians and I’m hoping that if they ever show us Ragnar in the future, he has embodied the same characteristics his father had (perhaps even better).
Also I wanna see Ragnar as Manda’lorr. Give me Ragnar Vizsla, great leader big heart, Manda’lorr of Mandalore.
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sulphuryasecretcloset · 8 months
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Definitely on his side
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scarletlegionnaire · 1 year
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Just gonna point out a Foundling with a buyce similar in color to my Medic from In Honor.
You sly dog, having littles without telling me.
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