#the great forge

[fandom-shitposter]

LEGO Star Wars: The Mandalorian

The heads under the helmets are just plain black heads, only there to stop the helmets falling off

But that allows room to speculate about the plot...

Yep, that’d fit the timeline

And make room for The Worst Batch

(Of course I know we already saw Din’s face. That changes nothing)

[martianbugsbunny]

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 11

*throwing confetti* It’s time for the real happy ending, loves! Yes, I’m sad this is the last chapter, and I have no clue what my next chapter fic will be, but I really loved writing this one, and this chapter just makes me preposterously happy! Once again, all the Mando’a in the dialogue came straight off Wookiepedia (If you guessed that I used the wedding vows again, you’re right! And you get a gold star! 🫴🌟) It’s a proper wedding, not deathbed-confession-vows like these guys had last time, so read on and enjoy!

It was two weeks before both their wounds were healed enough, and the exhaustion abated enough, for Paz and Axe to repeat their vows publicly. Before the ceremony they sat together in one of the underground gardens, polishing their armor. Paz had already polished his helmet in solitude, and Axe was excited to see him wearing entirely that bright, gleaming shade of blue.

Ragnar splashed in a small pool of collected cavewater a few feet away. It was strange to be back beneath Mandalore’s surface, after all the time Axe and Paz had spent trying not to die down there, but a project was already underway to break apart the crystalline shell encasing the planet and there was a lot more light.

“Fifteen minutes, lovebirds!” Bo-Katan called from the corridor. Axe heard her cackling as she walked away.

“That woman drives me crazy,” Axe grumbled. “And now that you and I are married she’s going to drive you crazy too.”

“Well, you’re getting stuck with Din Djarin and his little green monster,” Paz countered. “I think I’m getting the better end of the deal.”

Axe glanced over at Ragnar. A husband and a son. He got both, and he got to enjoy his life with them on his home world. “I’m sure I did.”

Fifteen minutes later, polished and gleaming in the light of the Great Forge, Paz wearing a brightly-embroidered kama and Axe with a similar cape, they stood in front of the assembled Children of the Watch and Nite Owls. It was a show of unity, but they were still split down the middle—there were no other unions like theirs, yet, to intermingle them.

Axe started the vows as before, but this time with joy in his voice and a wide smile on his face. “Mhi solus tome.” We are one when together.

“Mhi solus dar’tome,” Paz continued. Axe was knocked breathless by the amount of love in the words. He felt tears coming to his eyes. We are one when parted.

“Mhi me’dinui an.” We will share all.

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” Paz said. They both glanced over at Ragnar, standing off to one side near Paz. We will raise warriors. And this time, they meant it. They were actually getting the chance to raise at least one warrior together.

The crowd of Mandalorians, both sides, cheered loudly, tapping their vambraces together until the hall rang with the sounds of beskar and celebration. Paz pulled Axe into his arms and pressed their foreheads together. “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Then he turned to the crowd and called, “Alright, Mandalorians! That’s enough! We still have one more ritual to perform today.” Paz held out his hand and Ragnar came to his side. “My riduur and my son are to be joined together. Axe Woves, declare your role not only as a husband, but as a father, and become Axe Vizsla.”

Axe knelt down to be nearer Ragnar’s eye level. He placed one hand on Ragnar’s shoulder. “Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad,” he said. I know your name as my child.

This time, Paz was the first one to cheer, clapping Axe on the back. He got to his feet, Ragnar’s hand in his, and let Paz wrap an arm around his shoulder and hold him close to his side.

[sudden-stops-kill]

for mandalore!

[enchanted-by-the-reaper]

T H I G H S

[mercurysketches]

look at this absolute fruit bat rat💙🐀

ref taken by @amatusendura

[swagginmun]

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[dadrielle]

Man I wish the Moonweaver had reached out to Imogen at some point instead of Kord.

Goddess of shadows and the moon and lover's trysts and seizing your own destiny and turning aside fanaticism, it would work SO WELL. :<

[copias-juicebox]

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

I am so glad that the kid spectrals have such normal and caring spirits who will definitely not physically endanger and/or cruelly betray them in the midst of their lives already being destroyed by cults, monsters, and interpersonal drama. It’s so cool and nice 👍

[visionsynth]

keep being weird guys. ill be over here

[whaliiwatching]

Im goijg to eat your art oh my goodness

honestly you are probably the sole reason i began shipping noirpunk THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE

glad to be recruiting for the cause! this one tastes like sugar cookies. perhaps also arsenic but who’s to say

[sudden-stops-kill]

for mandalore!

[rhinexstone]

He’s just so cool

Geordi La Forge studies

[buttclench-ryugazaki]

[alstee]

"The world is nothing! Nothing!!"

"We burn the present for the sake of a brighter future and act surprised when all it holds is ash!!"

[eldrith]

me 🤝 @softspiderling : hating on fics that clearly use ai