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Thinking about how different individual mandalorians can be from eachother while still so clearly being mandalorian. I see this in fan made designs especially, mando cosplayers my beloved, it gives a great sense of camaraderie, but i see it in cannon media as well. For example, Paz Visla and Ursa Wren have massivly different armor designs, and yet they are both still so recognizable as mandalorian.
Ursa has a more curved visor shape, no beskar'ta, very few sharp angles to her armor, a loincloth but no kama, and generally lighter armor.
And then there's paz. most of his body is covered by his armor, and it is very bulky. his armor is mostly sharp angles, and he has a beskar'ta and standard t-shapeed visor. the only extra fabric besides his flightsuit and flack vest are things like his belt/belt pouches.
Both of them have a single peice for the top part of their chestplate, which is at odds with other mandalorians' three peice chestplates like boba fett has.
Not every mandalorian is human, not every mandalorian has a beskar'ta, not every mandalorian has a kama.
There are so many variables and yet you look at two mandalorians side by side and go, yep, there are two mandalorians in front of me, i should probably run.
It says a lot about them as a culture, to have such ways for each person to express themselves with their own beskar'gam.
Anyways i think it's cool i like the design freedom i get designing mando armor and i like wearing it to conventions and having armor that is both unique and fits into this group
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Mockup for WIP armor - Karyc Nar'eyi, scout for the Kyrimorut clan
[piece wishlist on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/people/je3vwssr/favorites/beskargam-options?ref=pagination&page=1 ]
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Title: A Night of Sexy Sex with Paz Vizsla (April Fool’s Day Fic)
Pairing: Paz Vizsla x f!Reader, mentions of Armorer x Bo-Katan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~4000
Warnings: Terrible euphemisms, PIV sex, unprotected sex. Literally the worst. Overuse of the words sex and sexy. One use of the word moist. Literally this is the worst thing I have ever inflicted onto myself.
Author's Note: Part of the Bulbous Salutations exchange! The point of this is to write bad smut and to make people regret having eyes. Happy April Fool’s Day, y’all. :D
*Note: By continuing past the ‘keep reading’ thingie and reading this godforsaken fic, you hereby absolve me from any financial, legal, or moral obligation to pay for your therapy. I am poor. I cannot afford therapy for myself, much less anyone else. Thank u.
You’re not quite sure how Paz worked it out, but he knows that you’re a virgin. The Mandalorian equivalent of cin vhetin. Untouched snow, pure, unmarred by another warrior's touch or love emissions. You've never even held hands with a warrior. Well, except to like, rescue someone, or something. Never bare palm-to-palm contact, though - that was beyond your comfort level.
At first, when you were younger, you wanted to wait for someone to make it worth your time. It’s not like Mandalorians are inherently attached to the idea of virginity, or anything like that. But you did want someone you could trust to help you discover sexual pleasure like in those naughty novels. The ones where the verde have their helmets up over their noses, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss while their armor has fallen somewhere onto the floor. The ones where if you'd bought them second hand, the pages would sometimes be stuck together.
As the months and years went by, the partners you were with…they never felt quite right. It was never the right time. It was never for the right reason. And so you and your partners would move on. And now you’re at a point in life where you wonder if you’d made a mistake.
If you should have just…fucked someone and gotten it over with. Maybe it would have worked out in the end. You’ve seen the raunchy vids the verde pass back and forth during deployments (they're also passing partners back and forth, too, those lucky bastards). You’ve read all the magazines that get your panties so wet you soak them, your pants, and the seat you're sitting on. You know what sex is, technically, but you’ve never experienced it.
So it feels strange to sit with the verde and listen to their exploits, occasionally adding your opinions when you really don’t have one. You’ve never had your pussy licked until you cried and screamed. You’ve never been fucked stupid, to the point where your brain leaves your head and you can't think. And you really wish you knew what it felt like. But, like always, you go back to your room and satisfy yourself with your fingers and that giant floppy vibrating thing you bought ages ago.
Vaguely, you wonder if you should have placed that order for the glow-in-the-dark tentacle heated attachments, just in case things don’t work out here.
Now, you are standing here in front of Paz's door, wondering if you’re finally going to say goodbye to your virginity the same way Armorer said goodbye to heterosexuality when she first saw Bo-Katan. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you wait for him to open the door. After a few moments, you hear the door click and it swings open, revealing Paz's magnificent, thick, beefy frame. It's obvious he hasn't skipped any meals or workout sessions. He's so big and broad it makes your heart flutter in your chest.
He is not wearing his armor, which explains why you did not hear his footsteps. You worry your lip with your teeth as he shuts the door behind you. Normally, you would have never just jumped into bed with someone, but when you look at Paz - all sourness and grump and bad attitude - you know he’s the right verd for the job. He’s a good man underneath all that beskargam. And kute. And everything else. Look, point is, Paz is a good person. That's all that matters to you. And he’s sexy, so. Bonus points there.
“So,” you say to him. “When you woke up this morning, did you plan on being the one to pop the vacuum seal on my buy’ce?”
Paz chokes a bit.
“That’s a unique way to phrase that.”
A grin crosses your face.
“But…no,” he confesses. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to have sex with me at all.”
“I like you,” you respond with a shrug. “And even though I know you have a kink for my type…it goes both ways, you know?”
“...what’s your kink?” he asks curiously.
“Blindfolds, obviously,” you deadpan at him. He laughs in response as he shakes his head.
“We could get married,” he says. “That way, we can…you know, see what we are doing.”
“You’re the last person I would have expected to suggest marrying just so we can fuck,” you say out loud. He shrugs in response. “Alright,” you say. You’ve done stupider things than get married to have sex. Armorer has left plenty of dents on your armor due to your stupidity. What's another dent? She's going to have to fix it regardless. You and Paz swap vows as quickly as possible.
Then you reach up to take your bucket off. Paz hesitates for a moment, and then he follows suit, lifting his helmet to reveal his beautiful face. He's got a chiseled jawline and eyes like sapphires, glimmering in the fluorescent lighting. His hair is thick and glossy, and it sways slightly. Where is that breeze coming from? Mortification fills you as you realize he's waiting for you to speak. You grin at him.
“You’re cute,” you say.
He’s more than cute - he’s downright handsome under that bucket - but you’re not going to give him any more of a reason to inflate his ego. He smiles at you. Gods, his smile is beautiful and sexy, just like the rest of him. So, so irresistibly sexy.
“You too,” he remarks, and you decide that his voice is definitely the sexiest thing you’ve heard in your life.
Paz reaches for you. You inhale reflexively as his strong hands find your arms and wrap around them, as gently as a newborn loth kitten wrapped in a blanket. Gently, he strokes up to your shoulders, and then down along your breast plate to your hips. He carefully pulls you toward him. Then, he presses his forehead to yours in a Mandalorian kiss, making your breath hitch in your throat.
That feels nice, you decide, as you relax in his embrace. Hesitantly, you touch him, feeling the warmth of his body, the hard planes of his muscle. The unyielding beskargam under your fingertips. Paz lets out a purr of delight as he dims the light to something more comfortable for the two of you. The two of you start removing each other’s armor, piece by piece.
Soon, the two of you are standing there in only your kute. Your entire body feels warm and tight. Your breathing is more rapid, and you definitely feel your pulse in your throat. When you look at the zipper on his kute, you look away. Paz catches you and pulls you in, tilting your face up to his with two gentle fingers under your chin. You close your eyes and tug on his kute, eager to have your first kiss. Paz rumbles approvingly, his breath fanning across your lips.
Your first kiss is a chaste one - a simple press of his warm, dry lips against yours. You’re not quite sure how long it’s supposed to last, so you let him take the lead. Then he presses another kiss to your lips. And again. And again. Like he's trying to tap a sentence in da-di-da with his lips against your heated skin. His lips part slightly and he tilts his head and then he starts to nibble ever so gently. It feels like he's trying to suck on your tongue or something, but whatever, it feels nice. And very sexy. His mouth opens a bit more and his tongue darts out against your lower lip.
It feels strangely good to have his hot mouth against yours, and your lips tingle as his tongue skims over them. Paz’s hands find your waist and skim upwards toward your chest. Heat fills you as he touches your breasts and tweaks your nipples through your kute, palming them like one would half-price muja fruit at a sus market stall. He pulls back slightly. The whine of protest that leaves you turns into a quiet moan as he kisses along your jaw. More heat fills you, like that one time you drank an entire bottle of tiingilar sauce on a dare.
Boldly, you reach up to undo the fastenings on his kute, inching the zipper down to reveal his chiseled pectoral muscles. Paz mirrors your gestures, never going faster than you. He carefully strips you down, his big, warm hands touching your breasts and cupping your ass. Paz guides you to the bed. Your chesticles bounce most boobily as you recline. So fucking sexy.
Paz carefully settles on the bedding with you. His weight makes the mattress dip toward the center. It’s dark in the room and you’re so shy you can’t even look in his direction. Paz catches your hand in his and guides it to his pectoral. You squeeze gently. His man titty feels so good in your hand. He flexes the muscle, making it jump in your hands.
“Touch me more,” he says. “Please?”
With shaking fingers, you touch his mountain-like shoulder, taking a moment to trace a scar across the skin there. Then your fingers drift down along his belly. It's soft, but firm, with a sparse forest of hair that dips down to his manhood area. You don’t go down too far, though - you’re not quite ready for that yet.
“Might be more comfortable if you sit on me,” Paz says. “You won’t have to lean over as much. And you’ll be in complete control, mesh’la.”
“Alright,” you whisper. He guides you onto him, your knees on either side of him, something hard and twitching against your belly. You assume it's his love Javelin missile, ready to pierce your pleasure target and explode on target. You resist the urge to look down, instead focusing your attention on the scars littering his ultra sexy skin.
“There we go,” he groans. “See, mesh’la? You can touch any part of me you want like this. I’ll just hold you and let you take your time.”
His hands settle on your hips, warm and strong as they massage your supple flesh. You continue exploring his torso, taking a moment to squeeze his nipple the same way he had squeezed yours. He inhales deep, a low noise of pleasure escaping him. You mentally file that away - he seems to like having his sexy man nipples played with. Finally, you know you’re ready to touch him there. You’re pretty sure he’s ready too. Swallowing, you work up the courage to reach out and touch his bulbous beef bayonet. It jumps against your belly and you jerk back.
“S’alright,” he says. “It’s just a little excited.”
His hand guides yours back to his cock. Swallowing, you wrap your hand around him gently. His skin is silky soft and warm, like slipping into a hot Denovian mud bath after hours of hard work. You know warriors are sensitive in this area, but you don’t know how much so. You’re afraid to hurt him, so you loosen your grip as you stroke it. Paz throbs and pulsates in your hand. It is super sexy.
“Don’t be scared, mesh’la. It won’t bite.”
His hand wraps around yours, squeezing you around him in a much tighter grip.
“Just like that,” he says. “Just like that, don’t be scared…oh yeah, just like that.”
You aren’t sure if he’s really that into it, or if he’s putting on a show for you, but you feel much better knowing that this is bringing him pleasure despite your inexperienced touch. You wrap both hands around him the same way a rath'tar wraps itself around its prey, gnawing on your lower lip as you trace the veins on his thick, meaty baby-batter shooter.
Up at the top, you find he looks a lot like the diagrams. The head is round and blunt, with a slit in the tip. A droplet of pearly white love juice gathers there. Impulsively, you swipe your finger through his creamy Sichuan daddy sauce and lick it. It’s not what you expected, but it’s not unpleasant. Paz lets out a startled groan and his throbbing purple disco stick jumps in your hand again. A very generous glob of baby gravy leaks out and onto your hand as you stroke again.
“What do you think?” he asks gently. “Does it taste good?”
Embarrassment fills your stomach.
“Uhm…yeah,” you say. “Not…not what I expected, but…uhm…it’s not bad.”
He looks delighted at your words.Then Paz grips your hip.
“Scoot forward a bit,” he urges. You obey, and your clit presses up against his fleshy pokey impregnation stick. Heat fills your entire body again. It’s so close to…there. “Move your hips - yeah, just like that, mesh’la. Do you feel it rubbing up against your little clit?”
“Y-Yes,” you whisper to him.
“Does it feel good?” he asks. “Do you feel your sweet'n'salty love juices getting my manhood all nice and slick?”
“Uh-huh,” you whimper. “Paz…I…”
“What is it, mesh’la?”
“Paz, I…I uh…I think I want it. Inside.”
“Not yet, mesh’la,” he says gently. “I want to make sure you’re really ready for it, alright?”
You nod, grinding your hips against that wet, firm ridge underneath you. His hands guide you on his girthy dipstick, and you’re too embarrassed to look at him. You can hear the wet noises of your bodies sliding together. Is it normal for that to happen? You can’t bring yourself to ask. If something isn’t right, he’ll tell you. But there's so much of it. It's all over his belly and thighs and you're pretty sure the novels didn't mention a literal tsunami of poonani juice.
“Good girl,” he rumbles up at you. “Look so good like that, mesh’la, grinding up against my flesh bes'bev like you can’t wait to have it in you. Does it feel good having it this close to your pretty little hole?"
You nod, unsure if you can even speak coherently right now.
“Every time you grind against me, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter,” he continues. “Your panty porg knows what to do with a big, hard sausage…it knows exactly where this babymaker is going to go, doesn’t it?”
A little noise escapes you.
“I bet your fingers don’t make your love channel all greedy and hungry the way my pulsating pussy plug does,” Paz says. “I bet your toys won’t feel half as good as having me all the way inside you.”
The thought of having him in there, inside your undiscovered lands, pressing up against your insides, stretching your walls the way your fingers and toys can’t, has you wild. You roll your hips again and you feel that knot in your belly break wide open. A moan escapes you, another gush of creamy coochie cum seeping out to drench Paz’s cumslinger.
Paz rolls you down onto the bed. Like this, it feels much nicer. He’s warm and strong and there’s something about the way his body covers yours like a weighted blanket. The way his hips fit between your thighs. Shyly, you turn away. Paz turns your face back to his and kisses gently. Then he works his way down, kissing your straining nip-noops and biting your hip bone.
“Oh, mesh’la,” he growls at you. “Can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to send your pussy into hyperdrive.”
“Uhm,” you stammer out. “T-taste?...hyperdrive???”
“Tell me,” he says roughly. “Has anyone else gotten to taste you between the legs?”
“N-No,” you whisper. “Nobody…”
“No one’s been down here at all?” he asks. “Doctor doesn’t count. No fingers, tongues, or anything else?”
“No one,” you respond. “Uhm..only my own fingers…and my toy…”
“Good girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss against your clit. “Saving it up all for me…” A whine escapes you as his tongue darts out against your aching, throbbing clit. He hums in delight. His tongue probes between your lips, sliding up and then back down. “I’m about to fucking explode, mesh’la. Gonna cum all over myself just having you in my mouth.”
He’s slurring his words. He almost sounds drunk. He licks again and again, one hand keeping your hips pinned to the bed while the other spreads your flesh folds apart. Paz’s tongue delves in deeper as another moan escapes him.
“Gods,” he rasps out, his fingers spreading you wider apart. His tongue dips inside you, making your eyes roll back as you whine. “Like that, huh? Like having my tongue in you?” He drags his tongue back up to the little helmeted warrior in a boat, where he teases you with the tip of his tongue for a few moments. Then he works his way back down.
“Fuck,” he stutters out. “All mine, only mine.”
He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue and lips working at your uber moist flower petals. He slurps and moans and purrs, sounding like a Wookie in heat. Then you feel his finger circling your unbreeched gates, your unconquered pleasure cove.
“Can I?” he asks, his eyes dark and wild as he meets yours. You nod shyly. You let out a little noise as he starts sliding his finger in. “Let me know if it’s too much for you, mesh’la. I’ll be gentle, I promise…”
He dips his head back down as he pumps his finger in and out slowly, his tongue working at your outside pleasure doorbell. He sounds like a strill eating a bowl full of protein paste, loud but kind of endearing. Then he eases a second finger into your lockbox of love. His fingers feel so good inside! Your walls begin to quiver around his thick intruding digits, squeezing each time he pulls out, milking them the way you'll eventually be milking the green milk out of his one-eyed Thala-siren.
Paz groans and slurps at your clit, drinking up your pussy nectar like a man who has been trapped in a desert for weeks and you are the only source of hydration...that line sounded much sexier in the naughty holonovel. Maybe he’s savoring the dew on your flower petals???
"So good," he slurs. "So fuckin' good, wish I could live between your legs, mesh'la."
His fingers curl inside you and press up against your swollen interior doorbell - wait, who has an interior doorbell??? He presses up against your light switch of pleasure, making you squeak with delight. As you get closer and closer, Paz's enthusiastic vocalizations get louder and louder. He plunges his fingers into you and you cry out when he fingers your wet, slippery pink taco like he's a pianist and your vag is his piano.
"Ahhh! Paz!!!" you shriek as you finally reach your peak. "YES! Ahhhh!!!"
Your walls explode around him and you finish, crying out his name as the pleasurable waves squeeze and flutter. Paz pulls his fingers out like that one guy pulling a sword out of a rock. His fingers are wrinkled and wet, like he has spent way too long in the bath. He sucks on his fingers like he's trying to suck boba through a slightly too small straw.
"So fucking good," he rasps out.
Then he crawls onto the bed with you, sliding his third leg between yours, resting it on your mound of love. It spews out a jet of white, gooey erectoplasm onto your belly. Then, locking eyes with you, Paz angles himself into you, and gently starts to push in. He feels so gigantic inside you. As he keeps inching his massive love spear into your love spear holder, you cry out passionately, your eyes rolling back inside your head.
You're not sure how, but he keeps fitting more and more of his Star Destroyer inside your humble shuttlecraft-sized hangar bay. Finally, he bottoms out, and you swear Paz's hymen hammer is poking you somewhere behind your left lung. A squeal, much like a minoch in heat, escapes you, and Paz lets out a noise like thunder as he moans and shakes. He starts to thrust slowly, his cock disappearing into you. You wonder if he's a magician because there's no way he should be able to fit inside you. Maybe he uses portals, like that one game you played once?
"Oh, fuck," he groans. "Fuck, you're gonna snap my turgid Manly Man Shaft in half, cyare. Your virgin hole is so tight I swear to Kad'Harangir it squeaks each time I pull out."
Once your slippery love tunnel starts to adjust around him, Paz starts moving faster, thrusting even deeper before, making you wonder if he's prospecting for beskar deep inside your Mines of Mandalore. So fucking sexy. The bed rocks and shakes with each devastating thrust into you - you swear you can hear the frame clattering each time it lifts off the ground. The headboard slams into the wall over and over, and a bit of drywall dust falls into your eyes, making them water up.
"Don't cry," Paz croons. "I bet it feels good, doesn't it?"
You're being fucked too stupid to respond, so you settle for a high-pitched grunt/whine.
"Look at you taking this trouser snake," he groans. "Pounding so deep into you it makes your belly bulge - "
You wipe some of the drywall dust out of your eye and look down. Yup, definitely. Each time he thrusts into you, you can see the tip of his cock in your abdomen, as if his helmeted sausage soldier is trying to get your attention. Your pulsating pussy starts to pulsate even more, squeezing around his cock like a warm, wet, velvety fist trying its best to squeeze his soul out through his pipi. Paz grunts and groans, his hips slapping against yours wetly. Vaguely, you can hear someone hammering on the wall.
" - it's three in the fucking morning, you dipshits! KEEP IT QUIET - "
The two of you ignore the other person and keep going. You scream as you orgasm around his cock. Pure electricity shoots through your entire body. Just like that one time you were trying to plug your data pad in to charge, but the charger was under your bed, so you were going at it blind, and you ended up touching the electrical prongs by accident. Your bearded clam gushes its sweet and salty clam juices, mixing with his pre-cum to create sex chowder, and you can feel the dampness spreading underneath you like high tide at love time as Paz just keeps hammering away.
"Cyare," Paz bellows. He roars like a hungry Wookiee. Or maybe that was more of an angry Wookie? Horn-gry??? "Oh, cyare! I’m gonna impregnate you! I’m gonna knock you up so many times the Mandostork is gonna stop coming to our Tribe!”
"PaaaAAAaZZZ!" you wail. "Ahh! Aaaa ~ Oh nhhh ah ah yessss! ~ ♡♡♡ ~ harder harder harder!!!!!!!!1!"
He keeps hammering into you. You're not sure if the pounding noise is the bedframe against the floor or if your neighbor is trying to beat the door down. But, again, the two of you ignore them, and Paz goes into hyperdrive. He's fucking into you so hard and fast his bald-headed buir maker is a blur inside you as it pistons and churns your insides into a pre-orgasmic puddle of goo. More and more of your beautiful, bountiful bajingo broth coats your thighs, his thighs, and the bed.
Your wails grow louder and louder as another orgasm starts to descend upon you.
" - please for the love of Kad'Harangir, Arasuum, and the Two Sisters - "
You climax again for the fifth or sixth time that night. He moans and grunts.
"You're so tight you're cutting off circulation to my diiiick," Paz hisses. "Gonna cum again - "
With another deafening roar, Paz finishes, his heat-seeking meat missile shooting jets of man cream into your penis fly trap like a Mandalorian quasar of love. He just keeps cumming, filling you so much that your nether regions can no longer hold it back. His weiner sauce sprays out, coating the bed in millions of fallen future Mandalorian warriors. He groans. With an obscene slurp, he pulls out. His cock is still half-hard, rising proudly above the forest of pubes, like a really tall cylindrical volcano spewing white magma. He puts his hands on his hips and smirks.
"Did you enjoy yourself, cyare?"
"Yes, Paz!" you exclaim as you collapse on the bed.
He smirks and joins you on the bed.
"When can we have round two?" you simper up at him.
Paz's massive long dong beskar starts to stiffen. It stands at attention like a proud warrior would. It glistens in the dim light. He smirks.
"How about now?" he asks.
You giggle and pull him down onto you for a night of super sexy, passionate baby-making.
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A special thank you to my husband for “creamy Sichuan daddy sauce”.
#star wars#the mandalorian#paz vizsla x f!reader#paz vizsla#romance#aprilfoolssmutfic#april fools#crack
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you could almost feel bad for moff gideon. the guy had a full beskargam, a decent size fleet, troops dripping in beskar, a whole ass station, clones near their maturity, all of it gone within a day. the man had the vision and the resources and still lost.
#moff gideon hata 4eva#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian season 3#star wars#mando#mandalore#din djarin#grogu#din grogu#moff gideon
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I have so many questions about Tarre Viszla, and I think the ramifications of his life and story are HUGE, and yet have never been fully explored.
We have a couple fascinating tidbits about Tarre, but basically none of it blends together into a picture we can glean anything from. We know he was the first mandalorian Jedi, we know he created the darksaber, we know he was a leader of the Mandalorians and United them, before they presumably broke apart again. But all of these bits and pieces beg a LOT of questions.
One big one is, at what point did he become affiliated with the Jedi Order. Was he accepted as a baby like most initiates, or were the rules of the Jedi order THAT different in his time that he could join when older or as an adult. Because given the history of the mandalorians and the Jedi, I find it unlikely that the mandalorians chose to give Tarre to the Jedi.
We also know that Tarre maintained a deep connection to his heritage even while a member of the Jedi, despite maybe not being raised in mandalorian culture. Again it’s possible he joined the order as an adult, but that still has some wild implications about the ancient Jedi. We know he wears the Beskargam, as we’ve never seen a depiction of him without it, and we know he eventually went back to the mandalorians and became Mand’alor.
So what gives? Maybe he joined as an adult, which would explain both why the mandalorians allowed him to go with the Jedi, and why he kept his strong ties to mandalorian culture, but then at what point did he go back to mandalore to become their leader. Or did he join as a child and reconnect to the way of the mandalore later in life when he became the leader of the mandalorians.
Furthermore we know that even though he was at some point in his life, presumably after building the darksaber, mand’alor, he still DIED a Jedi in the temple, because the Jedi held on to the darksaber after his death. It’s possible that the mandalorians sent the saber back to the temple after he died, but then why would they also steal in centuries later.
Like the life of this one mandalorian Jedi could tell us so much about the ancient Jedi and mandalorians, and their conflicts and relationship and ideas, but we just don’t know enough to say, and there doesn’t seem to be any will to give us those stories. But I need those stories lucasfilm. Why won’t you give them to me!
(Art by Jake Bartok. I love his art especially of the high republic, and this concept for Tarre Viszla is one of my favorite pieces of his)
#Tarre Viszla#mandalorian#Jedi#Star Wars#sw#Star Wars rebels#the clone wars#why won’t you just tell me about my glup shitto dammit
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psst what recent OCs do u have anyway, or which ones still occupy ur mind? :0
Hmm, lesse... "recent" OCs would be all of Clan Aurvandill - main members of that are the main Aurvandill family, Tyr's Hand, Jump Squad, and Brokkr aka Yjie - Roudy Conver, and last but DEFINITELY not least... a creature of high intelligence Hikaru (He's a species I made up and is a bonded companion to @worstjediever 's character Kai'el He's kind of like if a Loth Wolf, Strill, and a Vornskr had a cub together). As for which ones still occupy my mind, that would definitely be quite a few of my older characters - although I have remade them to fit more my narrative rather than those that I rp with...
There's Aikein Doljinti that occupies my mind. There's A'tulio Suriaven. There's Aei'ost'htiel Balios aka Tiel. There's Huidi Seashali. There's Rexer and Zoen. There's Garrett Tauron. Oh, can't forget Sparks! There's Tonti and Raou and Rogers... the list kinda goes on...
One thing I will say about Clan Aurvandill though... Is they are Mando'ad... although they also have more of a Norse feel to them... Very much so. I have always loved Norse mythology and it just hit me one day that I wanted to create an entire part of Mandalorian society with this one clan that coincides with that. All of their beskargam usually has furs integrated into the design, most of the members of the clan use weapons other than blasters or guns... mostly swords, knives, shields, and spears... Members of Tyr's Hand have their main weapon usually shock gauntlets with a secondary weapon they use.
And all members of Tyr's Hand are bonded to another species I've created called Vornskyr... Over the generations, Clan Aurvandill has taken the wild Vornskr and genetically altered it to fit and aid their fighting and hunting styles. Vornskyr are the product of that. If you are bonded to a Vornskyr (in a manner of speaking it could be seen akin to Force Bonding - just no strings like Force Bonding) you are set to Tyr's Hand to see if you would make a good member of it and are trained on how to control your Vornskyr so it does not run rampant and harm anyone.
I could go on for hours about Clan Aurvandill and the members of it as well as the world building I've done for them... But I'm probably boring you... sorry...
If you want to know anything about anyone (the links lead to more information about all of the different members of Clan Aurvandill that I've written about) go ahead and ask away! I'll answer as much as I can!
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Din 🥺 taking off his helmet 🥺 in whatever shithole 🥺 he and his son are staying in 🥺 because he can do that 🥺 with his intimate family 🥺 of his tribe 🥺 such as his son founding 🥺 because they are family 🥺 and they are 🥺 so soft 🥺
#sw#star wars#george lucas#lucasfilm#disney plus#mandalorian#the mandalorian#mandalorian culture#beskargam#mandalorian armor#mandalorian helmet#the child#baby yoda#din djarin#pedro pascal
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FLAK VEST DAY! :D
or it was, until my sewing machine needle broke...
still needs shoulder bells and a neck seal, and the right side needs sewn shut, but all the hard parts are done!
#kael talks#mandalorian#mmcc#beskargam#its a little tight fitting but i think itll be fine#the worst case scenario is that i have to move the zippers in the front out like half an inch#the bigger concern is that i have NO extra room on the front#the collar plate might need to be shorter#or i might need to add to the bottom of the vest but id really rather not....
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Um....your welcome? [Forgot how to grammar, huh?] She hit me with #beskar man! That shit rattles the cognitive functions. [Fair fair] . . . @costumereplicacave for me suit @ilustrastudios for me mask @its_memageek as the #badass in #beskargam . . . #MandoMonday #MandalorianMonday #MarvelMonday #Crossover #Starwars #disney #Bluepool #BlueDeadpool #Deadpool #DeadpoolCosplay #Cosplay #Costume #Mandalorian #mando #tiktok https://www.instagram.com/p/CBdecrgjotc/?igshid=19yc32dfof8pv
#beskar#badass#beskargam#mandomonday#mandalorianmonday#marvelmonday#crossover#starwars#disney#bluepool#bluedeadpool#deadpool#deadpoolcosplay#cosplay#costume#mandalorian#mando#tiktok
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I walk up to my local mando mercs clan and ask them if my kit is approvable
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re-reading some of @izzyovercoffee ‘s Mando meta once more, I had a thought.
Many Mandalorians’ armour has mobility aids and the like as part of it. This can be temporary to aid in post-surgery recovery, or permanent for those with chronic conditions.
Devices like repulsors to keep weight off a damaged hip bone or a way to supply painkillers at the user’s command are rather common - it keeps mandalorians protected, after all.
That’s what armour’s for.
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I found this image on Wikipedia and UGH IT’S SO GOOD ( UPDATE: after watching the new episode I noticed they say their clan names. I’ll add them as a title for each paragraph)
THE COLOUR AND LACK THEREOF! Something I’ve noticed with Rebels is that all the clans allied against the Empire have monochrome armour but show their clan through some colour and symbols. The monochrome design I’d assume would be to contradict the Imperial Mandos who wear an almost blindingly bright white with red. Now that I mention it the shininess of the Imperial Mandos shows how much they’ve lost tradition. They’re armour is clean, unlike the Rebel Mandos which leave they’re battle marks on (which is the way it should be imo).
CLAN VIZSLA
Just look at the blonde guy on the left (tbh I think he looks like Johnny Lawrence from the Karate Kid), his armour is is a dark grey and white like all they others, but his paint design makes it unique, and his helmet has his clan symbol which has some colour that goes with the diamond on his chest. His clan behind him even have unique armour (except for the two directly behind him but I’m assuming that’s the animators copy pasting the model). The woman two mandos back has probably the coolest design of that clan that you can see, at least in my opinion. The twig with the red leaves just looks nice on her ghet’bur (the thing between her shoulder pads that protects the collar bone area). That logo design just looks nice in general tbh.
CLAN ROOK
Moving onto the woman in the middle and her brothers behind her, again, they’re mainly monochrome colours. Her armour and helmet all have the same secondary colours as the rest of her clan but they’re painted differently, her shoulders are trimmed in gold only on the front (and presumably back) but her brothers are trimmed all the way around. Another thing that shows they’re relation is their helmet design. Even though she has the night owl visor (which seems to be an exclusively female thing. Weird considering gender isn’t important in mandalorian society), her design is the same with a hook shape on the cheek and the eye or small leaf shape above the visor, but to make each person unique they chose which colour each piece of the paintjob is painted. However this doesn’t seem to be the same for the mando in the back, but again I’ll be assuming the animators copy pasted them. Also that clan seems to have a tradition of sorts of having their clan symbol on their chest which stands out compared to the other clans we can see.
There’s also there’s a woman between Mando Johnny Lawrence and the woman up front. She’s the only one of her clan I can see but I really like her design. Just like the others it’s dark grey and white, but she also has small red stripes that is always a small red stripe. It’s on her chest by the flower symbol, on her shoulders and I think it’s on her backhand guard too. We could assume she’s a part of Mando Johnny Lawrence’s clan because of how little the red is used but her flower symbol on her chest presumably says otherwise.
CLAN ELDAR
Now last but definitely not least is the orange guy on the right. His armour is definitely the most unique in this image with the most battleworn armour and unique paintjob. I know I’ve said it a bunch but he does have the monochrome colour scheme, but he does have an orange secondary colour which trims the top of his shoulder pads, chest guards, and his pockets on his bicep guards (which is a really cool touch). He also has a pretty sweet clan symbol on his shoulders and helmet. If anyone can figure out what animal it’s based on, I’d really like to know. But the absolutely most bad ass thing about this character is his age. It’s not just his face that shows it with a bit of wrinkles, but his armour. Like I said before, it’s battleworn, and I’m 100% sure he’s a high ranking member of his clan because of the amount of battles he’s fought in, Also he’s one of the few with their helmets off which tends to be main and secondary characters who show their face so the animators can copy past other models to make it look like there’s a lot more characters, but that’s not a mando culture thing, it’s a very meta thing.
I should probably mention that I haven’t seen all of the new episode of Rebels because I actually paused it after seeing that image on wikipedia and I really wanted to say something about that image and how the creative team that makes the show actually thinks about mandalorian culture not only as a grand big thing, but for the smaller things too that only certain clans and/or individuals do.
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The Mandalorian with Beskar Armor I’ve got more art on the way, but this is a good step to getting back into a creative flow #themandalorian #starwars #mandalorian #armor #beskar #beskararmor #beskargam #dindjarin #starwarsthemandalorian #art #digitalart #photoshop #photoshopart https://www.instagram.com/p/CIKw63tASbk/?igshid=15sj3xx9xbd0o
#themandalorian#starwars#mandalorian#armor#beskar#beskararmor#beskargam#dindjarin#starwarsthemandalorian#art#digitalart#photoshop#photoshopart
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finn has two mandalorian lesbians as moms that are part of the rebellion and have been looking for him since he was taken from them by the first order. when he reunites with them, they kiss and hug him and give him something they’ve saved for their son for when he came back to them and was of age:
his very own beskar'gam and the darksaber
#finn#rebelfinn#fn 2187#mandalorian finn#finn star wars#star wars#follow up from a post i made#the force awakens#beskar'gam#beskargam#mandalorian#darksaber#finn meta#the last jedi#tfa#tlj#santi habla mierda
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mandos + beskar’gam + specialized support systems
injury rate in mandos is extremely high (naturally) and their understanding of injury, recovery, and trauma is excellent. so naturally, they’d adapt their armor to help them with lasting medical problems.....
mandalorians who have lost an eye having an hud setup that gives them video feed from their blind side in a small popup. its not as good as having two eyes, but no one can sneak up on you from that side. adapted hud control commands, since traditional setups rely on blinking. additional reliance on voice recognition and spoken commands. overlay grids and interactive ai to help with depth perception
mandos with tinnitus from ear damage having constant background noise filters to help distract from the ringing
vitals monitors such as constant heart activity monitoring, blood glucose levels, etc. if you go critical, the system will alert the closest select number of people from a list that you give the program to come help you.
specially designed combat-level prosthetics built into armor. you have your casual every-day wear leg, and your Armor Leg. it’s got a rocket launcher.
support ai and hud grids/horizon lines etc for vertigo, balance problems, etc
sure, you can build a hearing aid into your audio system, but why not also have live subtitles?
i fully believe sign language is a common skill for mandos (and not just for combat) but you could also have a text-to-voice feature that lets you write out what you want to say and have a computer say it for you
hell what do i have to do to get a fic about a mandalorian who practically has a support droid living in their armor. they got sick of having 18 different single-function ais and just got one entire robotic personality programmed in. (what if darth vader’s support suit is actually a droid that he wears. imagine the possibilities.)
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