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lux-ishii · 1 year

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Storytelling Analysis (I guess?) I shared this thought with Dinbo Server but thought why not elaborate further? Personally, I think this frame is the moment Bo-Katan realized Din is her ride-or-die (or even a crush). They were specifically arguing about going to the mines, where her stance was that it was just a waste of time and they should get back. However, Din insists on going there without her. What Bo does? A total 180 turn saying she will take him there.

So Bo gives him a trip not only to the mines but also to her own past as a Mandalorian Princess. Specifically mentioning her father, for the first time ever, something she hasn't done in The Clone Wars or even Rebels, where she has been treated with all the honors her Clan once had, as they referred to her "Lady Bo-Katan Kryze" when brief history facts were dropped at unaware Ezra.

DO YOU SEE WHO LOOKS AT HER WHEN SHE MENTIONS HER FATHER LOOKING AT HER PROUDLY? All I'm gonna say is that Cinematic Design regarding storytelling this season is INSANE. Each frame, move, pose, and EVERYTHING has its purpose in the further symbolism of how things develop.

Later in this scene, Bo is really sarcastic about the whole ceremony referring to it as "Such a heart-warming spectacle", which Din mistakenly takes as her mocking her father.

We all know what happens next, but something always felt odd about it to me.

The thing is... Bo barely said anything, just that he made her take The Creed she later broke. So where does the "interesting" part comes from? Of course, Din might be curious to meet someone who ruled Mandalore in its glory, but I think the root of it goes back to the Mandalorian culture, and what Din himself experiences:

You see, the best measure to judge Bo's father is to look at her. And it's safe to say Din IS impressed by her, not only in skills but also with her personality. If he hated her and didn't care about her he would never take her to his covert. In a recent episode, they highlighted how secretive they are about their place, it was almost sacred not to reveal the location. Yet he took her there, despite her different beliefs.

So I think Din is saying that, because he admires Bo as a warrior, and she is the result of how her father raised her. It means her father was a great person Din himself could learn from. It's quite important knowing, that Din is the father to Grogu now, so how he will raise him, depends on who Grogu will become. Bo later revealed even more admiration for her father, calling him great. (Or even comparing Din to him when Grogu had his first fight.) THIS IS NOT A COINCIDENCE, BELIEVE ME.

Din goes as far as showing the biggest form of respect he knows to this man who not only raised someone like Bo, but also died like a warrior.

However, the whole thing leaves Bo-Katan... puzzled?

She really doesn't know what to say, how to respond, until Din leaves her behind with Grogu.

OK HEAR ME OUT

I know she kinda was harsh to Grogu here, BUT it's the same kind of response someone would say if they were caught blushing. You see, I think Bo's (and maybe Din's too) emotions were SO strong Grogu could feel them in the force. He knows what's going on, and Bo was caught red-handed. Now look at this:

"They loved watching the princess recite the Mandalorian tenets as her father looked on proudly." Bo definitely was touched by his devotion to the creed. It sparked something in her, and she did exchange a proud look towards Din with Grogu. The devil is in the details, Bo was now in the position her father once was, which we know of because of her previous confession. It all was in a way foreshadowed to us.

Leter, without thinking Bo jumps to save Din's life again, which led her to discover a mythosaur. This is only my opinion, but I do think the storytelling between them is written really well this season, and it may be the best relationship build-up in Star Wars live-action media in years depending on how they will go with it later.

Going as far as doing psychological parallels between Din and Bo's father, something we as humans do and look for unsubcounciouslly in our romantic interests (the reason why Daddy Issues are such a big problem if the father figure was absent/bad) means that now everything matters like I said in the beginning. Frames, moves, words... it's all part of the bigger picture. The Mandalorian Writers really do build up whatever is happening between them. It's not out of the bat, I've rewatched Season 2 to see how Bo and Din interacted there, and the natural progression of turning distrust to trust was there. They have both been thru a lot, and it really feels like together, they will be stronger.

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dyns33 · 27 days

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The Mand'alor

HAPPY PEDRO DAY !!!

I wanted to do a tiny bit dark Mand'alor Din Djarin x reader, but the sweet part in me is really bad at this.

The whole galaxy had heard of the Mandalorians and their leader, the terrible Mand'alor, with his shining armor and his darksaber. A group of mercenaries, weapons fanatics, relentless killers.

They had fought against the Empire, they didn't like the Republic very much, and no one really dared to force them to follow the new rules. They had a code of honor, but also a lot of pride and temperament.

Y/N had never seen a Mandalorian. There wasn't much action on her little planet, even during the war. Few people stopped there, unless they had to, to find resources, rest, or hide for a while.

When the little green thing grabbed her leg in the street, she jumped. She almost kicked to get away, but her eyes met the child's, full of fear and hope, and Y/N stopped to lean closer to him.

He didn't speak, either because he was too young or because he used another language, but she couldn't get anything out of him by asking his name or what he was doing here. What was certain was that he was bleeding slightly from his right ear, and that he needed help.

Those who were running after the little one didn't take long to find them, following Y/N to her place. Luckily for her, they were also being followed.

She had never seen a Mandalorian, but she had heard the legends, and she watched this tall, armored man kill the attackers one by one without the slightest difficulty.

As soon as he finished, he approached her, who was holding the child in her arms, ready to defend him against this new threat.

“You’re alright ?” he asked with a calm voice, extending his hand towards the child who fidgeted, wanting to reach him.

"I won't let you hurt him."

"Oh, little me'suum'ika. I would never harm my ad. My son. These cowards pretended to be warriors to come in and kidnap him. Without you… Vor'e, mesh'la ! Thank you. You have all my gratitude. I want to show you all my gratitude, will you come with us ?"

There would have been several reasons to refuse to follow the stranger, clearly dangerous and masked, but the kid seemed to trust him completely, jumping on him as soon as Y/N let go of him a little.

The Mandalorian claimed to be his father, and he acted like one, patting his little head and whispering reassuring words, along with apologies for not having properly protected him.

His invitation was not an obligation, Y/N felt that he would not insist if she refused, but there was nothing very important on her planet, she had no family for a long time, and she never left this place. A little adventure would be fun.

The trip shouldn't last very long, just to please her as a thank you, before moving on.

There were some things she didn't know at the time.

First thing, a Mandalorian never forgot. Mando'ad draar digu. He would never move on.

Second thing, the leader of the Mandalorian forgot even less. Din Djarin, as he entrusted his name to her as an immense privilege, adored his son more than anything in the world. So he held Y/N in high regard for defending him when she didn't know the child and wasn't a fighter.

In addition, little Grogu seemed to have become very attached to her.

The last thing was whispered to her, even though it had been several weeks since she arrived on Mandalore, where she was treated like a true princess. Shyly, she asked when she would return home.

“Aren’t you happy here ?” asked Bo-Katan, the captain of the guard. "A simple word and our Mand'alor will do anything for your pleasure."

"Everything is perfect. I don't want to intrude too long by abusing your hospitality, that's all."

“Has anyone made a comment to you ?”

"No not at all." Y/N replied nervously.

No one said anything, but it was strange to be the only person not wearing armor all the time.

In the interest of fairness, the Mand'alor had allowed those who wished to remove their helmet, but he himself did not remove it in front of anyone, maintaining an old, almost fanatical belief.

However, he had not asked Y/N to convert, drawing the attention of his people to this new woman. They said nothing, but she felt their eyes on her.

“He will kill the first person who dares to criticize you.” Bo-Katan said before speaking lower. "It must be said… There is a werde in him. The sword is heavy to carry."

"I do not know this word."

"Just know that you are important to him. You help him a lot. Stay as long as you want."

It took her a bit longer to understand that she was more or less a prisoner. Free to roam the palace and the city, but not to leave Mandalore. Din Djarin wanted to keep her here.

The looks turned towards her were not full of hatred, but on the contrary of pity, mixed with a certain hope.

Since inheriting the darksaber, their leader was no longer the same. He hadn't completely lost his mind thanks to his son, but he had some moments of extreme, uncontrollable violence.

These attacks had calmed down a bit since Y/N’s arrival. No doubt Din didn't want to scare her or lower her esteem. There were rumors that she was his ori'copaad, which didn't entirely seem like a good thing.

“Uur !” he growled as the Armorer came to see him to talk politics. “I don’t care at all about the Republic.”

"Me too, Mand'alor, but we should receive them. They might try to harm us."

"They can try, they will fail. I have no chaab, none."

"Really, Mand'alor ?"

At that moment, Din turned his head towards Y/N, who was discreetly listening to them from the garden, Grogu snickering in her lap. He remained silent for a moment, before sighing.

"Fine. Contact them."

“Your aliit will be proud of this decision.”

More than not being able to leave, Y/N found this habit they had of going from basic to a language that she didn't understand quite painful. As if they were doing it on purpose.

The Mand'alor was the only one who made an effort with her, translating most of the unknown words. He only kept what seemed like nicknames a mystery.

“What does “mesh’la” mean ?”

“That means you, kar’ta.”

"And that ? What does that mean ?"

“Cyare, you ask a lot of questions.”

“And you don’t give many answers.”

“Mir’sheb.” he sneered, handing hier Grogu. She was the only one to whom he entrusted his son like this. "Your buir is a mir'sheb, like you. Give her a mureyca."

The child's hug, plus all of Din's attention, almost made her want to forgive him. Aside from the fact that she knew she wasn't allowed to leave, nothing made her want to leave.

But Y/N didn’t think she belonged here. She wasn't a Mandalorian, and as a leader, equivalent to a king, Din had no time to waste on her. Maybe she had saved his son, but she wasn't anything special.

Whenever he could escape his responsibilities, he would come with Grogu to watch her play with the child and talk about her.

He had to see that she had nothing interesting to offer.

This was why she tried to flee, by taking a ship. Her father had shown her how to fly before he died, it had been a long time. She therefore had to be discreet to have a maximum head start, to have a chance that they would lose her tracks.

Unfortunately Bo-Kanta had been very serious in telling her that she was important to Din. Her surveillance was as important as it was for Grogu. Her absence was quickly noticed, and reported to the Mand'alor.

Being the best tracker, he personally set out in pursuit, without having to yell at the others not to shoot at the stolen ship. They all knew what they were risking if Y/N got hurt.

"Dank farrik, cyare ! Y/N ! Stop !" She could hear him shouting into the communicator, what sounded like sadness in his voice. "Why are you leaving ? Vhey vencuyot… Cyare… Talk to me, tell me what's going on !"

It was very dangerous but she managed to lose him by passing through an asteroid field. Since it would be too obvious that she was going to return to her planet, she headed to a small system, landing on Tatooine.

Yet she had heard the legends. You couldn't escape the Mandalorians, and even less the Mand'alor.

This time, when a hand grabbed her arm, she didn't hold her foot. But beskar was a hard metal, and she probably did more harm to herself than to Din, who let go of her all the same, surprised by her reaction.

He didn't attempt to touch her again, simply following her as she ran through the alleys, begging her to listen to him.

Her run ended in a dead end, and that didn't seem to surprise the Mandalorian. He obviously knew this planet.

"Cyare… Why are you running from me ? Grogu misses you a lot. You… My commander told me that you can ignore what you really represent, but I don't dare believe that."

"I don't understand."

"Oh, mesh'la… As soon as I saw you with my son, I knew that my heart was yours, that I couldn't live without knowing that you were happy and safe. The missing part of my clan, of my life. Nor ceta, Y/N. I thought my intentions were clear. Will you forgive me ? Will you accept… Come home with me, gedet'ye. I beg you."

After everything he had done, she wasn't sure he would take no for an answer. But Din had never hurt her since they met. He had always been gentle and patient. If she could have seen his face, it would probably have been more obvious that he was looking at her with complete devotion.

Seeing that she didn't say no, he approached slowly, until his helmet touched her forehead. She then heard him sigh in relief.

Y/N had seen some Mandalorians do this. Bo-Katan had explained that it was a mirshmure'cya, a keldabe kiss. A very important form of privacy for those of them who did not remove their full armor.

She wondered if she would ever see him if she stayed. For a while she had imagined his face, until he told her that Grogu had been adopted. It would be a terrible offense to ask him for this sacrifice. But he asked him to stay locked up in his palace.

"I would like to see you." she whispered, trying not to tremble.

"See me ?"

"Yes. I mean, I like you a lot. I like Grogu. But I would like to know what you look like."

“Will that change anything ?”

"… No." Y/N said honestly. “I’m just curious.” To see his face, but also if he would do this for her, he who said he would do anything.

There was a moment of silence, of hesitation. Then Din nodded, reaching for his helmet to remove it. Immediately, Y/N placed her hands on his to stop him.

"But… Your vows…"

"Cyare. My sweet cyare. I have the right to remove my helmet in front of my aliit. You have been part of my clan since the moment our paths crossed."

“But you’ve never done this before.”

"I didn't dare… I didn't want to disappoint you and… I wanted to wait for our riduurok. I haven't properly wooed you for that yet."

"If you are… If you are sure, show me."

“Anything for you, cyare.”

He was younger than she had imagined. More handsome too, with his black eyes and his little intimidated, almost frightened pout. Din let her look at him without moving, displaying an expression of complete satisfaction when she touched his cheek.

He only stopped her when she tried to kiss him.

"Not here."

"Why not ?"

"I wouldn't be able to control myself. And I'd rather we were at home than in a dark alley for that."

The entire galaxy heard of the Mand'alor's marriage to the woman who had saved his son. The only two people who didn't risk his fury, who had some control over him, and for whom he was ready to burn everything if anything happened to them.

Some madmen tried to approach his clan, as they had tried to take Grogu. Rumors of what had happened to them were enough to stop all further attempts.

Even after Y/N managed to convince Din to bring her with him to the few extra-planetary missions he carried out, because she could no longer stand the life of a stay-at-home queen.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

“He’ll bang on the glass until you do.”

“Pato.” Grogu confirmed, fidgeting in his mother's arms.

"… Fine. But this is the last time."

“Of course, riduur.”

“Cyare.” Din purred, a hand settling on her leg, as he activated hyperspace to please their child.

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | Bonus II

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nada

Author’s Note: I just want them to live in that damn cabin on Nevarro okay? We’ll get there. I swear. But also?? Bo Katan yall.

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The Heiress

Bo Katan Kryze sat on her throne, staring blankly out the window of her once grand palace. Kalevala, the once beautiful and thriving planet of her people, was dreary and wet —both from the oceans and the rains that seemed to never stop. It had been a long time since she’d stepped foot in her childhood home; she had spent the last several years as a mercenary, leading her fleet through the galaxy on odd jobs for hire.

“Milady,” the footman droid announced suddenly, drawing her attention from the windows. “The Princess of Senex —she has landed on the runway.”

Bo Katan’s brow furrowed as she slowly stood, lifting her helmet into her arms. “Is she alone?”

Rumors had been swirling around the Outer Rim —the death of Leox of Senex, an engagement to a “former” general of the Imperial fleet and a runaway princess. But Bo Katan had not heard much else regarding the Princess of Senex since her fleet —long gone by now, having abandoned her —got the call for the bounty.

“There is one person on her ship, but she is coming in alone,” the droid confirmed, as footsteps echoed through the grand but empty halls of her home.

Bo Katan stood tall as the Princess of Senex made her way into the throne room. It had been many years since the once ruler of Mandalore had seen the young woman; long enough for her to almost not recognize the princess as she stopped at the entryway. They were both much younger the last time they had interacted.

“I want to be a warrior,” the young princess exclaimed as Bo Katan removed her helmet. “I want to learn to fight.”

“Princesses do not fight,” Calisto of Senex corrected, giving her daughter a cold, almost callous look. “Lady Bo Katan is not a princess, therefore the rules do not apply to her.”

“Lady Kryze is a queen,” the child corrected, earning a pinch from her mother that caused her to cry out.

Bo Katan watched Calisto with a wary, distrusting gaze. “Anyone can learn to fight. Princesses especially should learn.”

“Do not –,”

The doors of the meeting room opening interrupted whatever scolding Calisto had planned, however. Leox of Senex stepped into the room finally, holding several holotablets. His presence was a welcome change from his wife’s —warmer, brighter. He had a smile on his face. And as soon as he was in the room, Calisto left without a word —disinterested in what was happening. Leox did not seem bothered by her departure; though neither did their child.

“I do apologize for keeping you waiting, Lady Kryze. I was finalizing the plans.”

Bo Katan simply nodded, glancing down at the child. “It is no concern, Senator. What you’re doing for me is more than I could ask for.”

Leox simply shook his head though, looking down at his daughter with a soft smile. “I hope you do not mind my daughter being here; she is learning diplomacy and I find the best way of doing so is being involved.”

“Of course; learn by doing. I don’t mind at all.”

The holotablet turned on, showing a map of her fallen planet of Mandalore. Bo Katan stared at it for a long time, noting the crystalized wasteland that had taken over everything.

“What happened?” The little girl asked, reaching up to point at a rather worse for wear image of the planet.

“The Empire destroyed my home,” Bo Katan explained, eyes not tearing from the images she was seeing. “Your father thinks your scientists here can break through the crystallization and find enough life to bring it back, though.”

“If he can’t, one day, I will,” the child promised, looking up at Bo Katan with a determination that no child her age should show.

“Perhaps we should teach you to fight then.”

Leox had laughed, shaking his head, before they continued their meeting.

“I sent a distress signal to you,” the princess announced when Bo Katan motioned her forward. “So it seems it fell on deaf ears.”

“If you sent it here, then it did,” Bo Katan offered as an explanation. “But it does not seem like you need my help anymore.”

The princess still held herself with that royal posture –one that Bo Katan was certain her mother probably beat into her –but she did not look like the princess she met all those years ago. Instead of a gown, she wore a practical and utilitarian outfit, complete with a blaster one hip and a knife holstered on the other. There was a fierce determination in her eyes, one that told Bo that she had been through much more than any Inner Rim princess would ever see in their lives. Bo Katan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in seeing how far the young princess had come since they first met.

Gone was the naivety of youth, replaced with a hardened edge that only came from bloodshed and battle; through loss and pain.

“It’s been a long time,” Bo Katan continued, stepping away from the throne to meet the princess in the middle. “What brings you to me now?”

“Can’t a princess come visit a queen without a need?”

“Not you,” Bo Katan countered, giving her a knowing look. “Not when I received an invitation to your engagement celebration. Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon by now?”

The princess pursed her lips, as if trying to keep herself from smiling. Bo Katan’s brow furrowed in confusion –what could she be smiling about? Was she not married to Silas Credence, a former Imperial general? A man decades older than her?

“I suppose the news has not been spread this far then,” she hummed, looking up at Bo once more. “Who do you think I am married to, Lady Kryze?”

“Imperial scum,” she offered up, narrowing her eyes.

“Then you would be incorrect,” the princess replied, a prideful smile taking over her grin. “My mother wanted that –but the engagement did not take. Marrying a dead man would be a scandal in and of itself.”

“What do you mean –Credence is alive, isn’t he?”

The two stared at each other for several moments before the princess shook her head. “No, he’s no longer alive.”

“What happened?” Bo Katan demanded, stepping closer to the young woman in front of her.

“I killed him,” she explained simply, meeting Bo’s eyes cautiously. “With the knife given to me by my actual fiance.”

“The more you speak, the more cryptic you’re becoming,” Bo pointed out, frowning deeply. Footsteps suddenly echoed through the hallway, announcing the presence of another being. Bo tore her gaze from the princess, looking past her now. “Tell me you’re lying.”

The princess unsheathed the knife at her side, holding it out to the fallen leader of Mandalore. Bo Katan lifted it into her hands, looking over the signet that was pressed in the blade.

Clan Mudhorn.

“Bo Katan Kryze, it is me. Din Djarin.”

Bo’s eyes shifted between the princess and Din Djarin, then to the knife. “That is certainly one way to become a Mandalorian. Did you send her in first because you knew I’d prefer speaking to her over you?”

“I did, actually.”

Bo Katan gave him a narrowed eyed glare before turning back to the princess. “Is it too late to tell you shouldn’t marry him?”

“I wouldn’t listen even if it wasn’t,” she replied simply, looking up at Din as he stopped behind her.

Bo Katan let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. After several moments allowing her to process everything, she returned to her throne. Nothing she said would change what had been done, and truthfully, Din Djarin wasn’t the worst person the princess could have found herself married to. Though she was certainly curious as to how they had found themselves together –not that she would ask any time soon.

“What do you want?” Bo Katan finally asked as she sat back down, looking out the window once more.

“I need your help,” Din started, “I must bathe in the Living Waters of Mandalore to be redeemed. If you still intend to reclaim the planet –,”

“There are no intentions to reclaim Mandalore,” she interrupted, looking back at him with a deep frown. “I have no people. My fleet abandoned me when I lost the Darksaber.”

The princess looked between the two, brow furrowed. “What is the Darksaber?”

Bo glanced at her, frowning. “You haven’t told her?”

“Told me what?”

“By all intents and purposes, Din Djarin is the rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

There was a heavy silence that fell between the three of them. Din’s stance had tensed, and the princess was simply staring up at him with wide, confused eyes. Bo Katan found the scene entirely too entertaining, if she was honest with herself. She did not know Din Djarin especially well; their interactions had been brief and clipped, if anything. But she did know the princess well enough. And she knew that the princess was probably less than thrilled about finding out about the Darksaber through Bo instead of Din himself.

“And without the Darksaber,” Bo pressed on, cocking her head to the side in amusement. “No Mandalorian will follow me.”

“I do not want it,” Din argued, taking it off his belt and holding it out to Bo. “Take it.”

“That’s not how it works and you know that.”

“How does it work?” The princess all but demanded, looking between the two Mandalorians with a deep set frown on her face.

“It must be won through combat. I must beat him in order to possess it once more.”

“But I cannot just yield and hand it over, apparently.”

“So let me..let me understand this entirely,” the princess finally huffed, putting her hands on her head. Her sleeves slipped down over her arms, and Bo Katan caught a glimpse of a scar that traced up her forearm. The once ruler wondered, briefly, where such a scar had come from. The princess turned to Din now, pointing at him. “You have…one, broken your Creed because of me but did not tell me. Two, have a child who is Force sensitive but did not tell me. And three, are in possession of a weapon that makes you the ruler of a planet…but did not tell me.”

“In my defense –,”

“Din, you have none. There is no defense. You failed to tell me very important details –,”

“It sounds like this is a lover’s quarrel. I am going to have to ask you to take it anywhere but my home,” Bo Katan interrupted, looking between the two. “Please leave me alone. I am…not interested in being involved in any of this. Not anymore.”

The two stopped their bickering —well, the princess stopped her bickering —and turned to Bo, who was waving them out of her home. The footman droid started to usher them out, and finally, Bo Katan glanced up as the princess gave Din a weak shove and a dirty look, no doubt scolding him for withholding details from her.

*****

“I didn’t think it was relevant,” Din pointed out once they boarded the Crest once more.

She had stopped talking to him once they were out of Bo’s sight. Her arms crossed over her chest in defiance as she ignored his help onto the ship, her gaze anywhere but him.

Did he omit details? Yes, he did. But did he do it purposely? Not exactly. Truthfully, he hadn’t considered the consequences of not telling her he held the Darksaber. He didn’t want to think of them; he didn’t even want the weapon. It meant nothing to him or his people, therefore it didn’t need to be brought up.

And regarding Grogu —well, he simply assumed she knew. The kid often used his abilities to get what he wanted. Din just figured the child had used them in front of her before, and she was well educated. She had to know of the Jedi and the Force. There wasn’t a reason for him to assume otherwise.

Though, in hindsight, he should be telling his wife things. Even if they felt irrelevant.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, sitting in the pilot’s seat.

Grogu climbed into her lap, reaching up to tug at the scarf that hung loosely around her neck. Even if she was frustrated with Din, she didn’t take it out on the kid; she smiled down at him, poking his belly gently to greet him. She had mentioned earlier that week, when the Armorer exiled him, that she didn’t like it when her parents argued in front of her. She refused to do so in front of Grogu.

“Did your dad forget to tell me that you’re a Jedi in training?” She teased, lifting Grogu into the air. Her gaze remained focused on the child instead of looking at Din. “And that he was technically king of an entire planet?”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the grin that was forming under his helmet. Even if she was frustrated with him –and she was; there was no doubt about that –she was trying to make light of it the best she could.

“He did,” she continued, still ignoring Din. “He did forget to tell me. Isn’t that just silly of him, Grogu?” The child giggled in her arms, babbling in response as if he was trying to talk back to her. “Exactly, little one. He should have told me –we’re already married, what am I going to do? Run away?”

Her teasing tone had flattened some, and she finally looked at Din as she rested Grogu back in her lap. The child cooed some, standing up to move into Din’s lap next.

“I should have told you,” he conceded, turning to take the child into his arms now. “I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking, truthfully. The Darksaber means nothing to my people, so it didn’t seem important enough to bring up. I am not the ruler of Mandalore and I do not want to be.”

“Then what do you want to be, Din?” She asked, pulling one of her legs into her chest, resting her chin on it.

“I just…I want to be a Mandalorian once more. I want to take care of my clan. That’s all I want and all I’ll ever want.”

She hummed a bit in response before pushing herself out of her seat to stand over him. Her hands rested on either side of his helmet, holding him in place as he looked up at her.

“You’ve already gotten half of that then,” she reassured, pressing her forehead against his gently. “Now we just need to get you to Mandalore to get the rest.”

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kanansdume · 1 year

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I will say that I do love that we finally finally FINALLY got a reasonable motivation for WHY Bo-Katan would join up with Death Watch to overthrow her own sister's government.

Satine was their father's embarrassment (presumably for being a rebellious pacifist who rejected all Mandalorian traditions having to do with being a warrior), so all of the responsibility for upholding Mandalorian traditions and being the perfect Mandalorian princess fell to Bo-Katan. Bo-Katan was pitted against Satine by their father from a very young age, raised up as the perfect daughter that their people could rely on. And then their father dies and Satine rises to power and she enforces her pacifism upon Mandalore. Satine of course would argue that she's doing this to bring peace to Mandalore, to protect their people from dying, tells Bo-Katan that the biggest danger to their people is the infighting amongst themselves. But Bo-Katan only sees the loss of a culture she'd been raised to uphold. Bo-Katan only sees the exile of the warriors (regardless of whether you interpret this action as Satine ONLY exiling terrorists or criminals or Satine exiling pretty much everyone who refuses to be pacifist is irrelevant here).

And so after the loss of their father and with the desperate desire to uphold everything HE believed to be most important, it finally makes SENSE that Bo-Katan, in a fit of anger and grief, would join up with a terrorist organization that has very recently tried to kill Satine because she wants to overthrow Satine's pacifist government in the name of upholding traditional Mandalorian values. I buy that.

And I appreciate that additional nuance to this part of Bo-Katan's backstory that's just been left unexplored for so long that allows her to seem more sympathetic even as the narrative (and Bo-Katan herself) recognizes that it was the wrong choice to make and one she will regret for the rest of her life.

#bo-katan kryze #satine kryze #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #mando s3 #mando s3 spoilers

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lorrainestea · 1 year

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Din taking care of Bo after her fight with Axe: Of course once the armorer told you that you don’t have to wear your helmet all the time, you obviously chose to not wear it at all... Din, checking the bruises on Bo’s face and murmuring to himself: I would think she is a warrior, a Mandalorian and she knows how important is to cover her head to not get hurt... Din, putting a plaster on her forehead: ...But no, because "I’m princess Bo-Katan Kryze, I can do whatever I want and everyone else can choke", she chose to fight without it and of course she got hurt! Bo, looking at Din: ... Bo: But... You love me...? Din, throwing one hand as he’s putting the first aid-kit back to the ship: Of course I love you, but that doesn’t make you less idiot.

#bo katan x din #bo katan #bo katan kryze x din djarin #dinbo #din Djarin #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3

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brujitaadinbo · 4 months

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They say that love manifests itself as if it were fire, like flames burning you, like something that leaves you breathless, I and others can say the opposite; It manifests itself to each person differently; But when we talk about love in general, the healthiest, the best way we can live it is when it gives us that calm in times of storm, when it gives us tranquility and not anxiety and makes us feel comforted.

Love, affection or that feeling that begins to be born in you and that sometimes you cannot show it, because of your past wounds, for fear of being rejected, because you are just beginning to connect with that other person, etc… You begin to show it in a way in which the majority can label it as something "not romantic" because society is still locked in that cliche that is sometimes very toxic and very unreal. Sometimes it is not necessary to wear flowers and exaggerated decorations, , expensive details or that very typical scene that sometimes tends to handle sometimes very cold or very superficial kisses. Most of the time your actions and your words are what demonstrate your deepest feelings and your most intimate emotions. How much you care about that person and you begin to be consistent with what you think and feel and what you do for them and you show it like this.

I will explain this to you first, so that you can understand the context of this analysis dynamic that I am going to start uploading here. Very iconic couples, famous in pop culture around the world, being known in many places, through movies, series, books, etc… managing this dynamic that I explain to them and managing the deepest feelings like love, that way. different way that sometimes people don't usually understand or it bores them and they begin to disqualify it as "there is nothing between them" when in reality there is something there and they are wrong! It suddenly becomes canon…

Coincidentally like what has been happening with Din Djarin and Bo katan Kryze, yes coincidentally… aha (remember well what I tell you, coincidences do not exist here)

For me Faramir and Eowyn are a beautiful couple and one of my favorites in books and movies, I am a fan of Tolkien and the Lord of the Rings is… poetry, love, magic, so much that I can't explain it in words. And definitely if you have read Faramir and Eowyn's interaction in the book, you will understand my point, since in the movies, that interaction was so short but it was still a very nice reflection of the book.

The parallel between them and Din and Bo is that these characters find themselves in a critical situation, surrounded by war, conflict, pain, wounds from the past, an uncertain future, everything is against them and love is a word and a feeling that It cannot cross your mind even for a moment.

Eowyn, a warrior princess full of pain from rejection, from loss, because the war has consumed her innocence and that hunger for battle has consumed her. Bo Katan is a warrior princess consumed by the pain of loss, because the war has subjected her to living a cold life without hope for anything, because her proposal was taken away by a sword, where all her value is measured by that.

Faramir rejected by his father, having the position he has, yet he is seen as nothing by him, not meeting the standards he has and not being able to be like his brother, always living with that feeling and now the pain that he lost him in a battle where he also lost his hometown. Din Djarin lives with the pain of having lost his parents, he lives with people unknown to him, trying by all means to fit in and be recognized by this new tribe, his family that has welcomed him all this time. Live this way or survive under this creed.

Both couples in the depths of their lives, when they are hitting rock bottom or when they begin to experience a new way of redeeming themselves, cross their paths, with pain but with that hope of being able to heal and flourish again, that is when love, too, something that could not be in their lives suddenly becomes like a vitamin that gives them the strength to take that first step.

Faramir and Eowyn in the healing temples, healing and realizing that maybe the pain was just part of that growth and that process to find healing and start living a different life, if all goes well, living outside of war , from sadness and everything that hurts them, they allow themselves to get to know each other, interact and at the end of the day they manage to love each other and live a happy life within their possibilities, because in this work good triumphed over evil.

Din and Bo are in this process of achieving their purposes, suddenly they come together, they visit Mandalore, they visit the living waters, they somehow manage to redeem themselves, they work together, in the hope of recovering their planet and achieving this new purpose, of reclaiming to their people and their planet and in the process, they resolve their differences, their bond grows and becomes more intimate. From pain a new hope is born, it is part of growth, they accept it, they know that their paths were wrong and by agreeing and doing it together they feel comfortable and know that they are doing it right, they both protect each other in a very bilateral and synchronized way. . . and it is seen that there is something more, because in the end they do not know and we do not know what can happen, there is still the doubt of who will win in this battle. Hoping, of course, that that balance is achieved and by this I mean that good definitively triumphs over evil.

And what I love is that Filoni has worked on symbolism from Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings and especially Peter Jackson. Faramir and Eowyn are a couple who never showed a kiss on stage, but their looks, their approach, their words, their actions, said it all. In the books, the way they love each other is shown in how they talk and interact, Faramir's words to Eowyn are very beautiful. It reminds me of a certain Mandalorian couple, casual (lol) where their interaction and attraction is unspoken, visible but hidden in elements like body and non-verbal language and those words of the oath, that is definitely the moment for these two. But now time is what will write the last part of his paths. Let's hope it's a journey together too,

#this is the way #the mandalorian #star wars #din x bo #clandetres #din djarin #bo katan kryze #dinbo #bo katan x din #bokadin #lord of the rings #dave filoni #faramir x eowyn #eowyn #faramir

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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I tried to watch the Lizzo episode from the Mandalorian for the "may I hold the baby" part and almost stroked out from all the missed refs to Satine in just that one scene. Glass dome cities? Like Satine's Sundari? "We are royals and elected officials" oh you mean like Satine Kryze was??? "weapons are an intrinsic part of your culture are they not" except for the twenty years the majority of Mandalorians rejected them and the warrior ways were mostly a fringe reactionary subculture???? "Princess Kryze" OH YOU MEAN BO-KATAN'S NOBILITY STATUS??? THAT SHE HAS FOR BEING A KRYZE??? AS IN, BEING SISTER TO SATINE KRYZE, DUCHESS OF MANDALORE????

#the mandalorian #satine kryze #bo-katan kryze #sigh

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tessiete · 1 year

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New Theory

Dave is still salty that Lucas vetoed his desire to make Satine into a warrior princess, and so he's excised her from his timeline, and given the story he wanted to do to Bo-Katan instead.

Sauce

#satine kryze #mandalorian

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lux-ishii · 1 year

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We and the Mandalorians were wrong about the Darksaber.

The legends of this sword talk about how it's meant to unite all Mandalorians. For some, it's just a lightsaber, heirloom, fancy tool, or symbol of power. But in reality, it's something created with the use of the Force. Force is important here. If you watch Star Wars you know it exists no matter how much some characters will say they don't believe it is.

The Darksaber was never meant to be the symbol of power. It belonged to the first Mandalorian Jedi. Someone who unites two worlds that fought each other for centuries. It was the ancient Mandalorians who gave this saber a different meaning, but it was its creator and the Force that gave the Darksaber purpose.

All the bad/hating comments you can see about the Darksaber plot being useless, or wasted potential are blind to those facts. I will say it just in case, I'm not a fan of how the Darksaber ownership was carried, BUT I do see the bigger picture here.

Favroni didn't want the Darksaber to carry the brutal legacy of ruthless Mandalorians, they wanted to show the true purpose of the Darksaber, the peaceful, uniting one. And the truth is, if not for the Darksaber, all of season 3 wouldn't take place.

Let's say, Bo fights Gideon, and she gets the Darksaber. Din and her telling each other goodbye, he goes to Boba, etc, and wants to be redeemed. What now? Hypothetically:

He drowned in the Living Waters or died because of that Borg creature.

There was a war between Gideon and Bo's forces that weren't that successful because she herself never reached the full potential in that scenario.

Several members of the covert get eaten daily.

Nevarro is occupied by pirates.

Ang so on…

The Darksaber was in Din's hands for a reason, but it wasn't the reason to make him the next Mand'alor, because that is what was adopted over the years when Mandalorians tried to define their own rules of what it means to be a Mandalorian. Din got it for its real reason to unite himself and the others. To put him on a path with his fellow, lost Mandalorian Princess.

Bo and Din lived different lives. Yet, they both are Mandalorians. It is often mentioned how the two groups hate each other. We can even see the hostility on screen. There are constantly reminding us how Mandalore fell because of their own divisions. New Mandalorians, Death Watch, Maulorians, Resistance Warriors, Children of The Watch… Shattered like stars in the galaxy.

Bo-Katan was the first one to break the circle of the constant battle over the power of the Darksaber. We now know she didn't want to challenge Din Djarin for the saber, even if she knew at the stake was everything she worked for. Bo saw beyond the brutal nature of the Darksaber's legacy, beyond the tool that in its signature brought death and power. She saw a human behind it.

With that, the Darksaber lost value for her. She said herself, that she was not sure if that blade will be enough to unite them all. Bo lost all the glorification she had for that weapon. Back in season 2, she was confident that with the Darksaber she will restore Mandalore to its former glory, but now she knows the Darksaber is not special when it comes to power. Because it's people that matter.

Her refusal to take the blade, or challenge Din was a catalyst for restoring the actual way of Mandalorians. The way of unification. From now on, her and Din's life was bound by the Darksaber. Just like the first owner Tarre Vizsla was bound with Mandalorians and Jedi.

The Force will find its way, always. Even if they don't believe in it. But the blade itself rejected Din, on purpose. He never wanted it and it was not his destiny. However, because he got the blade, it triggered a chain of events that resulted in his and Bo's lives crossing together, this time for good.

At the point when it didn't matter to both Din and Bo, the Darksaber was nothing, yet it was everything. As time passed Din and Bo grew to know each other, respect, and understand. They, Mandalorians of two opposite ends, working together, spending time together, being a great team, being stronger together.

They both learn from each other what it truly means to be Mandalorian. And it's not bloody fights every night, it's not killing your own people over differences. It's the care for family, for their tradition, their legacy. It has always been the care about Mandalore and its people.

The blade united Bo and Din, which brings us to a bigger picture here.

The blade won't unite all Mandalorians. But it united Din and Bo, who now are examples for everyone else to see that despite their differences they can work together. It is the relationship that they both developed with each other that is an example for others. Their actions, and what they represent. Both of them see beyond the Darksaber, they see the value of the people behind them. They ditched the fighting nature the old way and restored the blade's true purpose, making Din and Bo the contrast of reason against years of wars that led them to this point.

TLDR; The Darksaber is now uniting Mandalorians not through power, but through real noble values that should be the core of the new age for the Mandalorians. Its (Darksaber's) conflict united two opposite souls that are now the fundament for the future of Mandalore. The weapon was never about power or death, and Bo and Din restored its former purpose even if they aren't aware of it.

#the mandalorian #mandalorians #tarre vizsla #din djarin #bo katan kryze #the darksaber #the mandalorian season 3 #dinbo #bodin #din djarin x bo katan kryze #bokadin #lux's analysis

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Requests Are Open!

In honor of 1,254 followers and me sticking my middle finger at my current job and leaving it for a better one, I am opening requests for the week!

Who I will write:

Stephen Strange

Sinister Strange

Strange Supreme

Supreme Strange

Defender Strange

Joel Miller

Agent Whiskey

Tim Rockford

Marcus Moreno

Din Djarin

Javi Gutierrez

Oberyn Martell

Namor

Sherlock Holmes

Otto Octavius

Akasha

Shuri

Clea Strange

Kang

Major Sergei Nechaev (Jensen Ackles in Atomic Heart)

Frank Castle

Matt Murdock

Thor

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Xena the Warrior Princess

Bo Katan

Any other characters you can think of!

I can also make an original character based on the actor or actresses you want!

Send your requests in via inbox!

Love y’all!

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jennadknowsbest-blog · 1 year

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OC/Custom Mandalorian

•Name: Mirta Satine Djarin Kryze

•Gender: Female

•Pronouns: She/Her

•Year of Birth: 12 ABY

•Place of Birth: Mandalore

•Parents: Din Djarin and Bo-Katan Kryze

•Siblings: Grogu(adopted), Isabeth, and Alexi

•House: Kryze

•Clan: Mudhorn

•Titles: Princess of Mandalore, Duchess of Kalevala, and Mand’alor (During the Age of Resistance)

Appearance:

•5’4

•Light olive skin(Caucasian X Latina)

•Athletic

•Long, wavy brown hair with ginger highlights

•Narrow face like her mother.

•Green eyes

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Like the rest of her family, Mirta is well trained in various hand-to-hand combat skills. She is also known to use various types of Westar blasters during various missions for her people, the New Republic, and the Resistance.

•Armor Building: Mirta is the first Kryze Mandalorian in more than four-hundred years to be skilled in armory thanks to first-hand experience and training from her adopted grandmother, the Armorer. In fact, she actually forged her own first set of armor from a set of beskar she reviewed ed from her father as a gift.

•Droid Building: Mirta is known for building and repairing droids that are later distributed to different Mandalorian clans for various services.

•Architectural Building: Mirta has used beskar to build various buildings across Mandalore and other planets across Mandalorian Space. She’s even credited for expanding the Mudhorn Stronghold on Navarro.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under her father, Din Djarin, Mirta is very athletic like the rest of her family clan.

•Intelligence: Genius-level intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with her clan. Considered prodigal.

•Force Sensitive: No

Additional Information:

•The eldest of triplets to sister, Isabeth, and brother, Alexi.

•Ascended to the Mandalorian throne as Mand’alor upon the deaths of her parents during the Age of Resistance.

•Has assisted her mother with the rebuilding of Mandalore.

•Forged her own armor partially after a fallen Kryze Mandalorian from the Imperial Period.

•Has experience in piloting.

•Has a very tight-knit relationship with her entire family clan.

•Once built a monument dedicated to her late aunt Duchess Satine Kryze under the request of her cousin, Korkie.

Strengths:

•While she doesn’t often pilot ships, she’s excellent at piloting them.

•Her skills and knowledge of building armor is great for anyone looking to either acquire a new set of armor or seeking to update the armor they already have.

•Her architectural skills helped contribute to the rebuilding of Mandalore and its cities with a little help from her brother, Grogu.

•Likes to think things through and can think her way out of most situations.

Weaknesses:

•She’s known to be a little too over confident.

•Too trusting, loyal, and and selfless for her own good. She often sacrifices herself for the well-being of others.

•Although she’s a gifted warrior, she doesn’t like to take part in the fight if things get too much for her to handle.

•Not much of a politician, which can put her at odds with senators and other political figures from different planets. Especially when advocating for Mandalore’s well-being at Senate hearings on Hosnian Prime.

•Can rely too much on planning ahead, which can often result in her leaving things completely scrambled if something occurs.

•People often take advantage of her work, which can leave her frustrated if things go wrong.

•Can be emotional at times.

Armor:

•Helmet: A “Gyrafalcon”-styled Nite Owl helmet she reforged from a helmet she inherited from her late maternal aunt. On top of the dome is a decal that resembles a tiara she often wears at public ceremonies that’s similar to decal markings on her mother’s helmet. The second decal, which can be seen on the lower right side of her helmet, is the Covent signet, an ode to her father.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Originally a Nite Owl-styled chest piece, Mirta forged it after that of a fallen Kryze warrior from the Imperial Era. The decal at its center is her mother’s Mythosaur signet from when she first joined the Covent.

•Groin: Typical Nite Owl groin.

•Pauldrons: Similar to Sabine Wren’s in terms of their shapes, Mirta’s pauldrons features two different signets. Just like her sister’s. The left pauldron features the Nite Owl signet and the right, features the Clan Mudhorn signet.

•Gauntlets: Mirta’s gauntlets are identical to the ones worn by her father. The left gauntlet is equipped with whistling birds while the right is equipped with a whipcord launcher. However, both are equipped with flamethrowers.

•Hand armor: Similar to her mother’s during the Imperial Era.

•Thigh Plates: Shaped like her father’s right thigh plate but are attached to her hips.

•Knee Armor: Galaxy-styled like Ursa Wren’s.

•Shin Guards: Similar to that of a fallen Kryze Warrior’s from the Imperial Era

•Jet pack: Similar to her mother’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•Thronebone Yellow

•Bright Yellow

•Grey

•Sky Blue

•Beskar Silver

•Grey Blue

•Alaitoc Blue

Soft parts:

•Similar to her mother’s.

Belt:

•Similar to Sabine Wren’s with a double belt but with a light blue sash around it.

•Wears a sky blue and light yellow karma along with a sky blue sash that’s attached to her belt.

Weapons in Possession:

•2 identical Westar blasters

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The Mandalorian (Din Djarin and Bo Katan Kryze dynamic) and the Progression of Courtly Love

Okay okay, okay.

This came up in the the comments on 'O True As Steel, but I thought it might make a fun English 202 Lit Theory post from this amateur researching dude.

To begin, though Courtly Love literature often has a strong thread of eroticism throughout, this can be read as more of a spiritual or religious fevour and is not neccesarily the same as romantic or sexual love. I personally am down with Dinbo because this is a trope I super dig, but I do like a Din/no-one life as well. All shippers welcome in Suspend's Ted Talk.

So, in doing research for aforementioned fic, I kept coming across versions of Barbara W. Tuchman's list of stages from her analysis of Courtly Love literary tradition. The only place I can find the actual source material is a physical copy in a university library across the city and I have stuff going on. So.

Anyhow, her stages, as follows, are fairly self-explanatory:

1. Attraction to the Lady (eyes being a common motif)

2. Worship of the lady from afar

3. Declaration of passionate devotion

4. Virtuous rejection by the lady

5. Renewed wooing and oaths of virtue/fealty

6. Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire

7. Heroic deeds of valor

8. Consummation

9. Perpetual adventures

If we put on our reading-too-much-into-things hats, we can apply this structure to the dynamic seen thus far, with episode seven obviously being stage 3. Oof.

So, for those a little bummed that the dynamic wasn't addressed in the finale (and again, even if not into a romantic angle, I think a scene like that pledge does deserve some catharsis from a plot perspective), my take, through the above framework, is that we have hit stage 4.

Seperation by duty would definitely qualify as a virtuous rejection. If the showrunners do decide to continue in a direction where they follow what's happening on Mandalore, my S4 predictions, in this hypothetical at least, would be as follows:

Stage 5 - Clan Din occasionally dips into Mandalore to do classic side quest shiz and there is light banter. Sprinkled in first half of season 4.

Stage 6 - Something big goes down on Mandalore as a major plot point. Someone is endangered or even injured.

Stage 7 - Awesome fight season finale. Complete confidence in show. This is what they do best.

Stage 8 - Ackkowledgement of some kind of relationship. Paladin, consort, devoted pilgrim from afar. Whatevs.

Stage 9 - Season 5 and up

I just like my silly western space fantasy show with a shiny paladin, warrior princess, and wizard son, you know?

#the mandalorian #dinbo #i will tag because this came up in a dinbo fanfic #but for real i don't take this that seriously so let's all just have a good time #if this seems like a lot of research just know I'm the sort of person who worldbuilds for fun #i feel like that says a lot about me

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Episode 6 might be one of my favourite episodes this season just for the sheer comedy of the fact that Bo and Din and Grogu are on a mission and my god do they just get yanked off to the side so fast. The fucking over the top jingle ringtone sound of Plazir taking control of the ship, yeeting them off their chosen route like sorry but no you can’t go that way you’re coming over to this launch pad. Oh you’re a warrior princess and a badass bounty hunter with a combined kill count somewhere in the hundreds at the minimum? Lol anyway present your chain codes also you’re coming to see the duchess no that wasn’t a request. The train sets off so comically fast Bo-Katan nearly falls over. The way they immediately get commandeered into solving the droid problem. Like yeah look I know you’re on a pressing mission of your own but actually you’re gonna do our buddy cop job if you want our permission to see your fellows. And the way they kinda grumble about it but they fucking just? do that for a whole episode??Its a side quest after Din’s own heart and it’s hilarious and I enjoyed it

#bo katan kryze #din djarin #grogu djarin #din grogu #star wars #the mandalorian

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cienie-isengardu · 1 year

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Mandalorians and thrones

I’ve already talked about the funny implication about Darksaber created by New Canon sources. The other hilariously ironic detail comes from the symbolism of the throne.

Duchess Satine has one

as Countess Ursa Wren

and even Princess Bo-Katan

all of those thrones were a symbol of their leadership (political position) and weren't on screen shared with other Mandalorians (of lower status than them).

Then we have Boba Fett’s throne - and mind you, I didn’t watch the Book of Boba Fett beside premiere episode and few scenes here and there, so my knowledge may be wrong in regard to this specific show, but on the teaser in The Mandalorian he did visually sorta “share” it with Fennec Shand.

Then we have Pre Vizsla who in “A Friend in Need” had his special chair (symbolic throne)

that during the talk with Maul was A) not used by Pre to highlight his leadership between Mandalorians and B) other warrior was sitting there like it was nothing

(or at least I assume it was the same chair due to specific shape)

And I find it ironic and hilarious, as all women have connection to aristocracy judging by their titles alone (duchess, countess and princess) and did not share their thrones on screen with their subordinates as far as I can remember. Meanwhile both Boba and Pre belong to famous Mandalorian families (Fett name itself dates back to at least Mandalorian Wars from ~4.000 years ago while Vizsla clan is said to be one of the oldest clans) but none of them has or use aristocratic titles AND shared their “thrones” with their subordinates. Boba more in the visual/symbolic way which suggests his relationship with Fennec is less formal than of “king” and those beneath him. Pre Vizsla on another hand had no reaction to one of his men sitting on “throne” what implies this is pretty normal occurrence in Death Watch camp?

And even though Pre didn’t visually (or physically) share the acquired Satine’s throne with other Mandalorians, the Death Watch seemed to have a “council meeting” straight after Vizsla gained control of Mandalore. Before Maul challenged Pre, the Mandalorians sit almost in circle (which usually create the feeling of “round table”, a sense of equality between the ”leader” and subordinates)

in similar fashion as New Mandalorian Ruling Council's chairs were seen in the same episode.

There is a chance that Death Watch just used the chairs as they were already here when Pre forced Satine to abdicate. Either way, he did not remove the symbolic objects of “shared” power/equality. Interestingly, the members of the New Mandalorian Council did not have the same arrangement when they debated at current situation on Mandalore in previous season, highlighting the feeling that Satine was the central (dominant) person in the meeting while the chairs in “circle” were seen just before she was arrested by Death Watch.

This may be just the matter of perspective used by creators, but though the chairs were presented like in the picture below

-- it seems the New Mandalorian Council’s chairs were put then more in the same line before Satine’s throne (the Mandalorians did not face each other but sit more arm to arm if you get what I mean?) than in a circle as Death Watch did?

Another interesting implication coming from those “throne” scenes in regard to Boba and Pre is that the moment we see them on a real trone, they share it on spot (Boba with Fennyc) or at least visually share their power by having the “war council” (chairs arrangement in almost circle) straight after gaining the control (Pre on Mandalore). And yes, Satine too was shown to counsel the situation with other New Mandalorian high-ranked officials, but after passing time. She debuted in season two but TCW showed the Council meeting in season three. In meanwhile her political activity (S02E13) focused on gaining allies for neutrality in war looked like this:

Her, in center, sitting in a special place while the potential allies all standing around in clear power imbalance between Duchess and others. In contrast, when Pre was making an alliance with Maul, he invited the Sith to the table, offered tea and in general created the feeling of some sort of equality instead of talking to him from the throne (the special seat already occupied by some Mandalorian?).

What in itself adds a nice nuance to Pre character and in general to the repeating patterns of Mandalorian women sitting on thrones as a symbol of their position AND connection to aristocracy while Pre and Boba A) lack such bloodties, B) doesn’t care for such titles and C) visually at least the animated and TV show imply they are either willing to share the power (within their own group) or just doesn’t care for thrones as a symbols (thus are okay if some of their trusted men casually will sit on special seat/ on the backrest.

Thinking more about it, the Armorer share with Pre this trait to talk with people (her subordinates/allies) on more equal ground, like by sitting with Din at the same table when he seeks her wisdom or judgment

Dunno how much of this was intentional on creators’ part and how much it is just a coincidence but I guess that is what happens when you try to make barbarian-like Mandalorians more medieval and put any pressure on aristocratic blood ties. Those who don’t use them or don’t care at all in the source material (like Pre and Boba and the Armorer) will stand out more.

(Not to say that Ursa or Bo-Katan care in any special manner about their titles as both are very skilled warriors and strong leaders. I just find it unusual how source material highlight their connection to aristocracy via titles and thrones while Pre has none and doesn’t care to get one)

#star wars #mandalorians #new canon mandalorians #pre vizsla #bo katan #satine kryze #boba fett #the armorer #i'm still trying to figure out the new canon mandalorian culture #i will stand forever by the feeling mandalorians have the barbarian tribes feeling about them #so i don't like much the medieval stuff like houses and thrones and all aristocracy bullshit #but i really feel like i should finish the old meta about pre and satine #in the context how they deal with potential allies #i totally hate the way satine tries to gain allies lol

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wip weekend except i haven't posted anything in weeks and now it's everyone's problem

this one is part of a currently... 31k Mando S3 rewrite where I'm being self indulgent in my ships because frankly it's my fic and i'll do what i please! the ship relevant to this particular snippet is pazdin but -

it's canon divergent, meaning that Moff Gideon fucking died, and there's in-story reasons as to why Luke's ended up vibing with the Mandos, there's a different big bad at the end of the season, it's fine dwbi there's nothing dangerous here :)))

this snippet covers Paz and Din having a tender moment, followed by Bo-Katan telling the story [ very abridged ] of how Din came to have the Darksaber. To a bunch of kids and adults sitting around a fire. Because I needed exposition about how Gideon died lmao

it's about? 2,770 words in length

To see Paz and Din at ease once more rather than at each other’s throats was wonderful by itself, but she quickly realized there was more to their motion than simple affection. She leaned slightly to tug the attention of the princess to the pair who stood nearly on the border of the firelight and discreetly pointed to where the two men had crossed their wrists together between them. They faced opposite directions yet made no attempt to move away from each other, each visor fixated directly on the gaze of the other.

She straightened up as she observed her beroya and cabur, the two men who had known each other as if they had never once been parted. Where others saw conflict, she knew well that there was only respect and love; they treated each other with the harshness they knew they could handle. They existed in tandem, each doing what the other never could.

“Watch,” she instructed softly. “You asked what I meant when I told you they loved each other, so watch.”

With the tender moment came quiet attention from those nearest to them, though the new arrivals seemed to be just as curious as the princess beside her. She watched as the two men slipped their wrists down to clasp their hands together, then as Paz lifted the beroya’s hand to the crown of his helm. Twenty years ago, this may have been a dance with paces too quick to track; tonight, it was two men taking slow and even steps in a circle in the sand.

As if not a day had passed since they had parted.

The shadows that flickered along the desert sand were united as though they were one being. Din leaned forward to rest his head on their joined hands, the silver and blue of their helms acting as lovely complements in the light, and Paz lifted his hand to rest on Din’s shoulder as the two stopped where they stood. She could see them shift just enough in the sand to face each other and their lack of weaponry became evident to her.

After a moment, the beroya touched his kar’ta beskar with his free hand before he placed that same hand against the heart of Paz’s armor, and something shifted in the warriors who were paying attention. Anyone familiar with their tradition knew that it was an act of penitence to do such a thing, an apology from the soul itself that could not be put to words. It was a sincere gesture given only when one accepted full ownership of the past.

And even a fool could understand the forgiveness shown in how Paz reciprocated the gesture. They barely seemed to breathe as they removed their hands from each other’s chests and lowered their clasped hands without releasing them. When they pressed their helms together, a soft murmur of approval filtered through the attentive warriors as they turned away and gave the men the appropriate privacy.

“I thought they were at odds,” Bo-Katan confessed quietly as she took her eyes off the two men. “Why the apology? And why so public?”

“Din became a product of what he endured during the Imperial reign.” The Armorer spoke softly as she kept her eyes on the two boys she had watched since their youth. They had settled into each other’s space and hadn’t tried to move away, and so she assumed that the moment was necessary. “I believe he sees himself as a crypt of things best left forgotten. As for the public display, I believe it is to show us that they do not need to be separated if they get into a fight again.”

Not that she wouldn't separate them if they gave her reason. She needed them able-bodied, and their physical combat had never been kind to either of them. Public apology or not, she knew they knew she would knock sense into their skulls if necessary.

The princess seemed to deflate slightly as her shoulders lost some of their tension. As she spoke, she shook her head with a soft laugh of bewilderment. “I’ll admit I thought he’d always been the way he is. I’ve asked around, heard the stories.”

“Stories?” That piqued her interest perhaps more than it should have and the way the woman reacted to her tone made her glad that she could not see the immediate shame. “I do not get the chance to hear stories of my warriors very often, and Djarin avoids the subject.”

“Yeah, stories. Not hard to find them, really.” Bo-Katan leaned back as she thought for a moment, a dim smile on her face as she watched the warriors mill about. “I heard one story about how he took it upon himself to annihilate an Imperial base by slipping in looking like one of them. How he slaughtered an Imperial sect alongside a Jedi I once knew well. Heard another about how he threw himself into the sky with nothing but a grappling hook and a blaster, hooked onto a TIE fighter, and blew the wing off before landing without a scratch. Another about how he supposedly took down an entire prison ship’s worth of droids on his own before getting double crossed, at which point he shoved the ones dragging his cloak into a cell themselves.”

The Armorer was quiet as she listened, her hands folded as she turned her head to watch the boy she had raised slowly rock in place with the man he had loved since childhood. He had never been one to speak on his own achievements, rather happy to allow the prestige of others to shadow him. There were a thousand things she could say, and yet-

“He destroyed an Imperial base?”

“Down to the foundation. According to the woman I heard it from, he did it to get the little one back, but I’d ask Fett for details.” The princess gave a small nod as she spoke, the silver strands in her copper hair shining in the firelight. “Not the first, not the last, I don’t think. I think he’d glass a planet if it meant he’d get that kid back. Took his helmet off for the little frog-eater.”

“He removed his helmet for the sake of the child.” Her heart sank to the core of her being. He’d never broken the Creed; he’d adhered to it in the most honorable way he could, and had chosen not to tell her.

“Right. Did he not tell you?” Bo-Katan tilted her head slightly as she asked her question, her attention now on the Armorer’s poised form. “That kid is why he has the Darksaber in the first place. Got a few friends to help him get on board a star cruiser, myself included, and then slaughtered anyone and anything that stood in his way. Beyond that, all the stories say the same thing; the man’s a phantom of death stained in Imperial blood.”

“And you can be certain they are true?”

“True as my heart beats, Armorer. I’ve seen his strength. I don’t doubt a single story I’ve heard.”

The princess sat upright as a child slipped past the skirts of a warrior, bright-eyed and fascinated with her. Another pair of children lingered behind the legs of the adults, and the Armorer realized that they were surrounded by keenly listening warriors and children alike. The one who had braved the approach folded their arms in a clumsy but well-meaning salute before they spoke.

“Can you tell the stories, alor?” Admiration was the only name that the Armorer could attribute to the way the child spoke. “Of the Mand’alor?”

“Well,” she started, then stopped. The princess followed the Armorer’s gaze and watched as the man in question moved indoors with his partner, apparently quite unaware of the goings-on. The older woman waited for a moment before she gave Bo-Katan a nod of approval, at which the warrior seemed to puff up considerably.

“I’ve heard many stories. He once slew a krayt dragon on Tatooine by leaping into the maw and allowing himself to be swallowed with explosives so he could trigger it from the inside,” the princess started as she waved one hand, and the excitement of the children around them grew. “From the stories I heard, he slew an entire clan of bandits and an assassin droid from the Empire to save that little one right over there. His foundling.”

Grogu cooed as if on cue from his cradle, his absurd ears perking up as he seemed to giggle with delight at the mention of his guardian’s achievement. The children seemed to laugh, several of them seeming to shift their attention to the child for a moment before the princess sighed softly. There was a certain weight to her shoulders as she pondered her next words.

“Let me tell you the story of how he took the Darksaber from a horrid demagolka and why he removed his helmet. The story that began his quest to return to Mandalore,” Bo-Katan began as she gestured for more children to come sit with her. “It’s the stuff of legend, really. I am honored to have fought beside him to see it.”

As if she had called to give them sweets, children emerged from behind the safety of their guardians to settle into a loose circle around where the princess sat beside the Armorer. Adults had shifted their attention to the two women and she could see that even Skywalker had turned his attention to the Kryze sister, who seemed surprised at the number of little eyes on her.

“Well, I suppose everyone would be curious, wouldn’t they,” the princess sighed as she leaned on her knees. “Din Djarin lost his foundling to the machinations of a man named Gideon, a Moff of the Empire. This man was cruel, the executor of the Night of a Thousand Tears, and had come across the Darksaber when I myself surrendered it to him in an attempt to stop the bombardment.”

There was a gasp from the children, and a collective discomfort for the warriors who knew of the Purge. Many of them had never known the surface, only the glassed remains of the planet that remained; a great number of them were converts or post-Purge foundlings, and so they too knew nothing of the planet they should call home. The fact that Bo-Katan was at least partially responsible was a painful truth, but a truth nonetheless.

Bo-Katan gave a slow, pensive nod as she continued. “I know little of what happened for Gideon to get his hands on Grogu, but I know that Djarin appeared in my presence with a deadly assassin and legendary bounty hunter. He intended to storm an Imperial cruiser with nothing but a beskar spear and the fury of a buir scorned, but had come to me for aid. In exchange, I asked for the cruiser, not knowing that the Darksaber was aboard.”

“You didn’t know?” One child’s voice was soft, barely audible from where she sat.

“Not a clue. I had thought Gideon destroyed the Darksaber to spite our traditions,” the princess confirmed. “I was not there when the fight began, but I arrived to the bridge that served as the arena midway through and sealed the doors behind me so no one could support the demagolka. I was quickly wounded and cast out from the fight beside the child. The Moff struck me in the hip with a dirty shot and promised that I would die that day once he was done with the beroya, that he would take the child and all we’d lost would be for nothing. The fool didn’t know who he fought.

“Din Djarin fought like the Manda itself had possessed him to take his foundling back from the Moff. He bore a beskar spear that he used to block every strike of the Darksaber and threw himself wholly into combat, not a single movement wasted, but even the greatest of warriors tire. When the Moff saw him stagger, he raised the Darksaber high to cut Djarin across the neck, where we are at our weakest; but before he could make his move, the Mand’alor struck him through the eye with the tip of his spear.”

There was a gasp of shock from some of the children and a nod of approval from some of the warriors. A slight twinge of pride rose in the Armorer’s chest as she listened; if a man was fool enough to fight without a helmet, then his hubris should be exploited. It was a lesson all the children she had taught learned early.

“There the Moff fell,” Bo-Katan said, her voice proud and strong as she raised her hands to imitate the movement of a corpse falling to the sand. “And Djarin stood, wounded and weary from his fight but victorious. A beskar spear in one hand, the Darksaber in the other, he knew nothing of what he had won. Yet he had no time to celebrate his victory; deadly death trooper droids had come to finish the Moff's work.

“Yet, somehow, we were not forsaken. An ancient enemy of our people had come to save us. We watched through the security systems as a cloaked figure carved through all the enemy’s reinforcements like a blade through air and came to the bridge. That he had saved us was pure coincidence, for the truth was that he had come for the Child.”

The children closest to Grogu looked at the child, then back to the redeemed warrior. It seemed that all who listened had gone silent, waiting on the truth that laid at the end of the tale. A story meant to be written in Song should have an ending, after all.

“The Jedi and the Mand'alor seemed to understand something beyond myself,” Bo-Katan said, her voice heavy with what the Armorer thought might be sorrow. “And the newly won Mand’alor knelt before the little foundling he had been willing to die for and removed his helmet. He urged little Grogu to be brave and to be safe. I watched as he placed a pendant from his neck with the Child, but not once did I see his face before he replaced the helmet as the Jedi left.”

“He gave the child his pendant?” The question escaped before she could stop it, and the way Bo-Katan straightened in surprise told her that the princess knew nothing of the significance. The Armorer cleared her throat with no small measure of embarrassment. “It... That pendant was the riduurok pledge of Paz Vizsla.”

“What’s it mean to give it away?” A child near Bo-Katan asked the question as they bounced eagerly in place.

“It means...”

She stopped to think for a moment as the tribe’s eyes settled upon her. He had no idea who had survived the tragedies of Nevarro. He’d lost his home, his covert, and as far as he could possibly know he had nowhere to go. The love he had held since his youth had, to his knowledge, perished in an act of devotion and protection; he had no reason to believe she had survived. To remove his helmet in any situation, especially in the presence of their ancient enemy, would mean that he had lost his Creed.

Silence settled over the tribe as she stood and approached the cradle. She lifted the little creature from his place and ruffled his robes with a tender hand until she found the pendant in question, hidden beneath the signet and the beskar shirt that kept him safe. Wide, brown eyes looked up at her with a curious noise of confusion as she ran her thumb over the surface of the old piece.

When she had made the piece, it had been a gift from Vizsla to a foundling who barely spoke. Before Djarin had become beroya, before he had learned to run from anything that might be stable because attachment led to comfort and mistakes. It was a symbol of loyalty, a bond that could not be broken by time, distance, or death. Paz had been safe harbor since the moment he’d given the pendant to Din.

The details had been rubbed away by time. It weighed nearly the same it had when she had pulled it from the forge for a patient cabur. An anchor for a soul that didn’t know roots.

A choice to reconnect.

“It means that Grogu is his child in all but rite.”

“He’s Mandalorian?” Ragnar perked up as he caught the Armorer’s attention. He'd nearly blended in with the adults by lurking in their shadows, a valuable skill for someone with a habit of getting caught by things far larger than himself. She gave him a small nod as she placed the child back in his cradle, an act which earned her a giggle and the clutch of a small hand in the curve of her thumb.

“He is Mando’ad.”

Her son had stopped running.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #fanfic #wip weekend #the armorer #bo katan kryze #grogu #mando #parragone's wips #pazdin

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