#paz visla

[stealingpotatoes]

im pretty sure this is how the tbobf kicking out scene went like word for word (ok maybe the last panel's what my brother yelled when we watched it)

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#the armorer #din djarin #the mandalorian #tbobf #the book of boba fett #paz visla #star wars #my doods #comic

[lesbii-enne]

Di’kut

(Part three)

I am so sorry, this is taking a lot longer than expected.

Part one: Part two:

Translations below

“I appreciate the hospitality of your covert but I do have a job I must get back to. Hod knows if Jawas stripped my ship already.”

I said to the armorer.

She nodded but insisted I stay the night as it was becoming dark. I agreed to stay the night and she summoned alor Vizsla to show me to my temporary quarters.

Neither of us talked as we walked the way to my quarters, once we made it I thanked him. He simply nodded and left, I opened the door walking into the undecorated small dormitory.

Locking the door behind me I began to strip my armor off of my body. I saw another door in the small room, opening it there was a small small washroom equipped with a small tub. Stripping my flight suit I turned the water on and slipped in the warm water soothed my aching muscles. Taking my helmet off and setting it beside the tub I began to wash up, soon after I put a clean set of clothes on.

Dimming the lights I sat on the cot, thinking about all that has transpired today I soon felt tired and laid down, falling asleep quickly.

Waking up I felt a familiar dull ache, it did in fact hurt like Mustafar. Pulling on my flight suit and attaching my armor I made sure to tidy the room before leaving. Walking the halls of the caverns I made my way to the forge. Seeing the Armorer already working, I stood by. Soon enough she put her work aside and turned to me.

“I thank you for your hospitality and kindness, but I must get back to work.”

I bowed my head and turned to take my leave.

“Wait.”

I paused and turned back to face the Armorer.

“You are a mechanic are you not? We have use for your skills if you will have us. We will compensate you handsomely and you will be treated with utmost respect.”

I took a moment to think, I could stay and be with my kind once again, have my work respected, and finally have a home. However, I would lose the excitement and thrill of traveling to far off planets seeing so many beautiful sights.

“I have made my decision, I will stay and work for the covert under one condition-”

She cut me off

“You will be free to leave the covert on trips for most anything.”

She nearly read my mind.

I bowed my head once again and said

“Thank you for accepting me into the covert and for this opportunity.”

She nodded.

“Have you any experience in repairing and cleaning weapons as well?”

“I do.”

“Excellent, your help will certainly take some of the stress off of some of the other mandalorians.”

What I didn’t know was that ‘some of the other mandalorians’ was the one and only alor Vizsla.

Several cycles passed since had decided to stay and work for the covert. You were nearly always covered in grease, grime, and oil. alor Vizsla had begun to warm up to me; acknowledging me when I entered a room, letting me clean some of his grimy weapons when they started to work improperly, and allowing me to call him by his first name; Paz.

After working nearly all day on most of the coverts’ weapons including Paz’s overly large and weighted blaster my back was aching. Crazy enough but sitting hunched over a desk cleaning and maintaining weapons all day really makes your body ache. Rolling my shoulders for what felt like the twelfth time in a row on the way back to my dormitory ,I arrived. Walking into the washroom I drew the bath water and began to strip my armor off; my cuirass, pauldrons, shin guards, and other miscellaneous parts, laying them gently under the vanity. Peeling my sweat drenched flightsuit I made my way into the bubble filled tub. Getting ready to take my helmet off I hear the door to the bathroom open. Snapping my head towards the door I saw alor Paz Vizsla. He didn’t move, quickly realizing what had happened he adverted his gaze. I spoke up.

“I will be out in a minute please close the door.”

He swiftly turned away and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I removed my helmet and finished bathing. Quickly throwing on slightly more appropriate attire I stepped out of the washroom with my helmet on my head. He stood in the middle of my dormitory looking at his shoes. He heard the door open and slowly looked back up. Stepping out into the halls, he said

“The Armorer requests your presence.”

I nod to him and he begins to walk alongside me. After a painful silence he says

“You’re a woman?”

I tilt my head at him

“Yes, I figured you would have realized rather quickly.”

He said nothing further the rest of the walk, arriving at the forge I walked in

“You needed to see me?”

I said, she turned around with a case of whistling birds

“Yes, while overseeing the target range I heard of a few faulty whistling birds, would you mind taking a look at them for me? The foundlings are to start practice with them soon.”

She spoke

“Oh course, I can take them to the workshop and examine them now if you don’t mind.”

She agreed and thanked me

I took the case in my hands and headed to the workshop. Paz accompanied me to the workshop, making sure I arrived he turned and left to his dormitory not far from the workshop. Observing the weapons for quite some time I couldn’t find anything wrong with it. So, testing it was my next step. Putting the vambrace on, I aimed and fired. As quick as I fired I let out a scream.

The whistling bird wasn’t able to shoot out as it was intended to instead it went the only other way it could go; into my arm. Blood began to seep into the fabric of my shirt. Pulling the vambrace off I could see scorch marks and a hole in the clothing and my arm.

The door slammed open as I stood there holding my arm in pain, Paz Vizsla stood in the doorway, he rushed over to me and took hold, albeit more gently this time, of my arm. Sitting me down on the work table he quickly got gauze, forceps, and bacta-spray from an aid kit. Using the forceps he pulled the painful piece of beskar from my forearm, wincing as he did so he set it aside and whispered to me

“Gar atin’la cyar’ika, gar tayli’bac.”

I recognized most of the words, one I couldn’t quite remember

‘You’re tough —- , you’re okay.’

Pulling the cap off of the bacta-spray he dressed my wound, I clenched my teeth. Once he had finished with my arm he insisted he take over and work on the whistling birds. I tried to protest but he demanded I not work on them any further. I obeyed but refused to leave the workshop, we stayed in the workshop throughout the night and well into the early hours of the morning.

I eventually fell asleep on the counter of the workshop with my helmet still on. Waking up a few hours later I noticed a small bit of extra weight on my back, lifting my head up I noticed it was animal furs. It was rather warm but I didn’t own any animal furs. Looking over I saw Paz still working on the whistling birds. We’re these furs his? He noticed that I was awake and nodded to me.

My face felt suddenly hot, odd. Getting up I stretched and made my way over to Paz I said

“Thank you Paz, you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

He faltered for just a moment and shook his head to me, I assumed he meant ‘no problem’

I figured I may as well bring him food as he helped me out the night before. Warming up a stew in the dorms was harder than you’d think. Walking back to the workshop people started to stir awake, it must have been later in the morning than I realized.

Stepping into the shop I see Paz still working on one of the last whistling birds. Setting the stew down he looked up at me and said

“Thank you cyar’ika.”

My face went hot for a moment again, what did that word mean again?

“Was that an insult?”

I asked

He looked back up at me and said

“What?”

“Look it’s been a while since I’ve seen or been around other mandalorians, I can’t remember some words, I remember the basics, some words have just been lost to time.”

I laughed nervously, soon after I left to go back to my dorm. Trying to collect my thoughts I paced around the room

‘What is wrong with me?’

‘Am I attracted to Paz?’

I thought

‘Oh no, this is not good.’

‘I should distance myself until I figure out what is going on.’

For the next few cycles I tried my best to avoid alor Paz. Working during the night instead of the day, staying in my room for most everything other than reporting to the Armorer. I tried everything to dissuade myself from him, but I couldn’t seem convince myself that I wasn’t attracted to him.

I groaned into my cot, getting up I would continue to work during the night. It was almost dawn when I left the workshop to head to my dormitory, when I suddenly had my back pressed to the walls of the cavern. Looking up I saw the familiar blue of Alor Paz’s beskar helmet.

“Why are you avoiding me, Verde?”

I swallowed

He leaned his helmet closer to mine, pressing the front of his helmet to mine trapping me in a keldabe kiss. My face ran hot once again, He pulled back.

“I apologize for that, that was inappropriate of me.”

He paused

“Why are you avoiding me cyar’ika?”

There was that word again, I mustered up my courage and said

“I believe I may be attracted to you.”

I realized my words and quickly sputtered out

“ I am sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly

“Do not worry, that certainly makes things easier.”

Quickly he produced a blue pauldron, the same color as his own armor, from a pocket of sorts.

“I would like to begin courting you, if you’ll allow me to. As a sign of my devotion I offer you a new pauldron with my clan signet.”

I looked at him in shock quietly whispering out

“Yes, I ,, I would appreciate that.”

Heyy, it’s finally done! Look at that I’m so productive! Possibly more to come in the future like the armorer.

Translations:

alor: leader, boss, basically anyone of higher ‘rank’ than oneself

Gar atin’la cyar’ika, gar tayli’bac: you’re tough darling, you’re okay

Cyar’ika: darling

#the mandalorian #paz viszla #paz vizla #paz visla #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizla x reader #the armorer #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian reader

[sprout-fics]

I can’t believe Paz got us all pregnant like that

#mandalorian spoilers #paz visla #paz vizsla #mando spoilers #the Mandalorian #DILF COMFIRMED #his son?? baby you mean OUR son #I grew that child myself #pregnancy tw

[violetjedisylveon]

Paz is 99.66% sure dead, that was a pretty final death fight with a good shot of the body and lots of stabby stabbies and kinda reminded me of Quil's death, but, tis Star Wars so he might come back out of no where \ (ツ) /.

#Star Wars #The Mandalorian #The Mandalorian Season 3 #mandalorian season 3 #Din Djarin #The Armorer #Bo-Katan #bo katan x the armorer #paz visla #Rangar visla #grogu djarin #mando s3 #star wars polls #Mandalorian poll #Axe Woves #koska reeves #VJS Polls:P #VJS

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Mando spoilers for S3E7 (you’ve been warned)

First it was Hevy

I literally cried because that was my first favorite clone and then he died

Then it was Hardcase

I straight up struggle watching the Umbara Arc because of his death

Then it was Thorn

And I’ll be honest with you: I will rewatch his last episode several times 1) because I love him and 2) I’m a masochist and 3) FOR THE REPUBLIC is the best last words a clone could have

And now

NOW

It’s PAZ

Paz Visla whom was one of my favorites since S1 and he goes out the same way my favorite clones go out

The same way the Hevy clones go out

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Either way, I want Hevy, Hardcase, and Thorn to take Paz in as they all March on because fuck you and fuck this show and I’m crying and he deserved to live and godDAMN IT I’m so pissed off I love the Mandalorian show

Either way, raise your hand if you get traumatized when a Hevy trooper decides to sacrifice his life and go out in a badass way, taking down several enemies with them

Hevy 🤝 Hardcase 🤝 Thorn 🤝 Paz Visla

It’s the fact that it’s happened 4 times within Star Wars and I STILL didn’t see it coming

#star wars #mando spoilers #mandalorian spoilers #dont read the tags if you don’t want to get spoiled #it’s why I’m putting so many so it blocks it all off #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #seriously #these next tags will spoil you #commander thorn #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper hardcase #paz viszla #paz vizsla #paz vizla #paz visla #I don’t know how to spell his name #making comparisons

[kiwikipedia]

I like the idea that when everything’s said and done Din could remove his helmet again and in fact he tries to! Tries being the key word because each time Paz slams it back down faster than he can take it off

#its the sibling energy fr #however im still on the faceless hero opinion for din this does not change that #Din Djarin #mando s3 spoilers #mandalorian spoilers #Paz Visla

[0funkyducky0]

𐐪𐑂 Mandalorian🌌💣

𐐪𐑂 Bo-Katan Kryze

𐐪𐑂 Boba Fett

𐐪𐑂 Cara Dune

𐐪𐑂 Dr. Pershing

𐐪𐑂 Greef Karga

𐐪𐑂 Grogu

𐐪𐑂 Mando

𐐪𐑂 Paz Visla

𐐪𐑂 The Armour

#Mandalorian #Mandalorian smut #mandalorian fluff #mandalorain x reader #mandalorian x reader fluff #mandalorian x reader smut #bo katan kryze #boba fett #cara dune #dr. pershing #greef karga #grogu #mando #paz visla #the amour

[scarletlegionnaire]

So, @bellsyafterdark ... I might be doing the thing 😆

I think we need to vote on the most sexy, sassy helmet look of Paz we can find.

UPDATE

Here's one idea, the roses will go but I tried to take an element from the shots submitted

SELLING UPDATE

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It comes in Clear Holographic now!

#the mandalorian #star wars #paz vizla #paz visla #paz vizsla

[convectionbo]

idk if i need mando ep 8 to come out sooner or later so i can recover from the end of ep7 holy moly

#the mandalorian #din djarin #paz visla #PLS PAZ WAS ONE OF MY FAVS

[gwarden123]

Din is his surname???

#star wars #the mandalorian #Bo-Katan KRYZE #Paz VISLA #DIN Djarin? #???

[djarinslover]

Oh man they brought Paz back

#kicking my feet and giggling #twirling my hair and shit #love paz visla #paz visla #yes I’m almost a week late to watch #kat shitposts #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season three spoilers #the mandalorian s3

[pkatesss]

Oof my condolences to the Paz girlies

#paz visla #the mandalorian #star wars

[lesbii-enne]

Di’kut

(Part one)

You didn’t mean to stumble across the covert, you merely meant to find new parts for your star cruiser and maybe a new gig as a mechanic.

Part two: part three:

Translations below

You stepped out of your cruiser onto the desert planet. The scorching sun met your helmet as you stepped out and surveyed the land. The sketchy buildings and market were the first to catch your eye.

“This looks like a shit hole,”

Looking back at my star cruiser you say

“Guess we’ll fit right in then, huh shit box?”

Walking through the market of the secluded planet people gawked, not exactly surprising considering most mandalorians have previously been wiped out. Only a few left to scourge the planets and do kriff knows what. You overheard some of the towns people speak of the ‘other mandalorians’ you nearly stopped right there and begged to know where they were. But you didn’t, you had to keep it together, no matter how much you had longed to be with your own kind. You were fine on your own. Kriff sake you hadn’t even seen another mandalorian since the purge. You continued walking; looking through the market you found some parts for your ship, though you did have to haggle a bit since you were a bit cheap.

“500 credits? Kriff no that part is barely worth 200 credits! I could get a better deal on kamino!”

Your voice modulator hummed

The shopkeeper mumbled something like ‘can’t have shit on Kamino.’ but you ignored it. You were lying your ass off but you were good at it.

“Fine I can do 400 credits.”

“300.”

“350.”

“Fine.”

You handed over the credits and took your parts back to your ship. That part was worth 500 at the least but you got one hell of a discount for it. Seeing your ship in the distance you sped your walking. In a moment you heard shuffling and whipped around to a tall mandalorian in shiny beskar armor charging you. You flung your parts away from you and grabbed hold of your vibroblade and blaster. Aiming the vibroblade towards him swinging at him and catching his breastplate with a screeching noise. Leaving an ugly scar in his armor. Kicking his leg out you fell back landing on the ground with a ‘thud’ and had the air knocked out of you. He kneeled over you and demanded

“Who are you?”

You raised your leg wrapping it around the man’s torso you rolled the both of you over. Now you kneeling over him with your blade held at his throat

“A stormtrooper obviously.”

You could feel the glare of the man through his helmet. You began to get up grabbing him just above the wrist you pulled him up.

“We’ll if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to repairing my ship so I can get out of this shit hole thanks.”

You could feel his confusion and you turned back again

“Look I’m not trying to hunt you or the ‘other mandalorians’ that I heard about in the market. I just came to this planet to get parts and get back to work fixing ships.”

You began to walk again

“Come to the covert.”

You looked at him quizzically, tilting your helmet a little as you stared.

“I do not really have a choice in the matter do I?”

“No.”

“Well may I at least put my parts in my ship?”

He agreed. You hauled your various parts back to your ship and put them in a storage unit in your ship. You debated ditching him and getting away from this planet but your ship was in no shape to escape with. You ultimately left your ship and followed the large burly man and you rejoiced at the thought of seeing your kind once again.

The two of you navigated the market and past the small village to wherever the ‘covert’ was. You decided to speak up

“Do I get to know your name or must I call you tin can ?”

He glanced down at you

“Din Djarin, but you may call me Din.”

“Alor Din Djarin?”

“You may just call me Din, what clan do you belong to?”

“I am of the Verde clan, though it isn’t much of a family now as I am the last of the Clan Verde.”

He nodded and the rest of the walk remained silent. You came to the top of a dune and saw the encampment below just past a large glittering lake. You saw children playing in their oversized mandalorian helmets. You two began to descend from the dune and towards the camp. Mandalorians began toward you, alor Din began to push through them until there stood a large man clad in Blue beskar.

Oh look another fic and it’s Paz Vizsla! Yay I have most of part two as a draft right now so it should be out soon. If there are a lot of errors let me know it’s a little late and I just wanted to push out something before I went to sleep lmao.

Translations:

alor: leader, boss, basically anyone higher ‘rank’ than oneself.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #Paz Viszla #paz visla #paz vizla #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizla x reader

[sprout-fics]

I know you’re not thinking about Paz right now, but I reread Reverence for like the thousandth time now so I’m gonna throw this NSFW Saturday Thot at you so it gets out of my brain—

Paz’s bride in Reverence was a virgin— and since mandos typically try to avoid divorce; Paz isn’t just her first, but he’ll be her only. Which means 2 things.

1. That notion alone, of being the only person she’ll ever be with, feeds a million desires for him— it’s something primal, possessive and loving.

2. When it comes to literally any sexual activity, he’s going to have to teach her/they learn together, which again, feeds into some unintelligible primal feelings for him. The moment she’d ask to blow him for the first time he’d absolutely lose his mind.

The main point is, there are many firsts they get to experience together, which by itself is already profound and beautiful. But, it also made me think of the other side of that sort of dynamic— just how vulnerable it makes someone— having to entrust their entire breadth of experiences in another person, in the hopes that they have your best interests in mind— BUT also how you’ve written this man to show how good he is, how trustworthy and safe he could be, so much so that that vulnerability can offer intimacy rather than insecurity.

Just. Outstanding. Truly. You’re very good at writing these nuanced relationship dynamics.

Anyway, apologies for that out-of-pocket nonsense; I think about these metal men too much

Did not expect to tear up on this fine Saturday morning but here we are.

Anon I could write essays on these two, mainly because Reverence is a reflection on how I wished my first time could have gone (sans the arranged marriage part) and having a partner who is so open, so gentle, so patient and tender with you that it makes my heart bleed warmth.

Paz has so many feelings about his wife. Guilt over her not entirely having a choice, regret that he didn't properly court her first, that she didn't get to have many experiences before they married. Yet he adores her more than he can manage, more than there are stars in the sky. He wants to do anything and everything for her, and that primarily includes ensuring he's completely and totally receptive to her pleasure.

You're totally right though, man definitely has a virgin kink when it comes to his riduur. The idea that he's the first and only person to touch her life that does indeed make something primal in him go absolutely buck wild. She's so innocent and untouched that every time they're together is a new experience for her and he literally has to restrain himself from going wild at that thought. At the same time he's endlessly gentle with her when she wants to try new things. There's something about her shyness that makes him want to protect her, cherish her, hold her down by her hips and go to town on her pussy for days until she can only remember his name and then cuddle her

I just...have so many feelings about this series it's difficult to put into words. Paz is over the moon for his wife, and as scary and battle hardened as he is he's still unbelievably gentle with her, to the point where it brings me to tears. He's her only, he's her safety, her protector, her lover, her beloved, her riduur.

#paz vizsla #paz visla #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x you #paz vizla x reader #fic: reverence #asks #anon #drabbles #thoughts

[darkstorm2178]

Mainly I made this video as a dedication to Paz and a conversation between him and his son Ragnar who for me could undoubtedly have been Canon, for Paz his son was everything, the same applies to Ragnar, he was waiting for his father's return, I am a supporter Shipp from The Armorer and Paz always had that connection of a family, both the armorer and Ragnar were still waiting for Paz's return.

The video is in Spanish made by me, it will take me a while to add English subtitles, thank you if you made it this far ✨

@brujitaadinbo First post of the year ✨

#the armorer x paz visla #the mandalorian #ragnar vizsla

[wisefoxluminary]

Bo Katan, Axe Wolves and Kosha Reeves are enjoying a feast at the local tavern. The tavern doors open as four of the most astounding people Bo has ever seen enter. Two guys, two girls, dressed in polished beskar armour, mysterious and stoic. They were all devastatingly beautiful.

They move through the room with effortless grace, taking a seat at the table furthest from Bo's. Bo leans in to Axe and Kosha.

Bo: Who are they?

Kosha: The Mandalorians

Axe leans over, spilling all the beans.

Axe: They are foundlings of the children of the watch. They moved down here from Alaskia two years ago.

Kosha: They kinda keep to themselves.

Axe: Because they're all together, like together, together. The blonde girl's The Armourer, and the big blue headed guy's Paz Visla. They're a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal.

The Armourer and Paz Visla walk by, hand in hand.

Kosha: Axe, they're not actually related.

Axe: But they live together, it's weird. And the little dark-haired girl, Fennec Shand. She's really weird...

Fennec Shand walks by, light on her feet with short, black hair. Hovering over her is Boba Fett, who she is pulling by the arm. Through the visor of his helmet, He looks tortured to be here.

Axe: She's with Boba Fett, the green who looks like he is in pain. I mean, Grogu is like this foster child slash match maker.

Kosha: Maybe I'll adopt him.

Bo laughs. Her eyes catch the attention of the last remaining foundling. Din Djarin, dressed head to toe in silver beskar armour. He seems inwardly turned, mysterious. He walks with a slow stride. Bo can't take her eyes off him.

Bo: Who's he?

Axe: That's Din Djarin.

Suddenly, Din Djarin looks over, as if he heard Axe from across the room. His eyes meet Bo's. But he seems confused, Bo quickly turns away.

Axe: He's totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one is good enough for him. Like I care. Anyway, don't waste your time.

Bo: I wasn't planning on it.

But Bo can't help but fawn over Din. He's staring at her outright now, a slightly frustrated expression that unnerved Bo. She hides behind her hair, trying to ignore the growing love she felt for him.

#dinbo #din djarin x bo katan kryze #din djarin #bo katan kryze #axe wolves #kosha #the armorer #paz viszla #fennec shand #boba fett #the armorer x paz visla #boba fett x fennec shand #twilight #random dialogue