#mandalorian wedding

[moncuries]

my personal favourites hehe

[novanourart]

*throws this into the mandalorian community* eat, children

[ladyzirkonia]

Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.

We are one when together,

we are one when parted,

we will share all,

we will raise warriors.

Every time I read this I remember how fucking romantic the Mandalorian wedding vow is.

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian/Mando) from The Mandalorian (mask on pls)

[alexversenaberrie]

The royal wedding of Din Djarin and Bo-Katan Kryze featuring Prince Din Grogu

#star wars paintings  |  SW Paintings

[reyturnofbensolo]

With this darksaber, I thee wed.😍

👰‍♀️🗡️🤵

[shoot-me-now-or-shoot-me-later92]

Pedro at a friend’s wedding ✨

[s-c-g-s-c-g]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Feemor/Jaster Mereel, Jaster Mereel & Myles the Mandalorian, Jango Fett & Jaster Mereel Characters: Jaster Mereel, Feemor (Star Wars), Myles the Mandalorian (Star Wars), Jango Fett, Original Characters Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Accidental Marriage, in a way it is both, Festivals, Cultural Differences, Humor, Jaster Mereel Lives, Jedi Shadow Investigator Feemor (Star Wars), Mand'alor Jaster Mereel, Mandalorian Civil War | Death Watch vs Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians, Asexual Relationship, Protective Feemor (Star Wars), Young Jango Fett, slight crack, Slow Burn, Jedi Culture Respected, Sharing a Bed, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tags May Change Summary:

There's a festival tonight and everyone's invited! May you be chosen! May you be blessed! May the waters and the skies look down upon you and see the love that you will share!

No need to ask questions! No need to object!

Congratulations on your new love and may this union of ancient enemies bring blessings and peace to us all!

Or, Mand'alor Jaster Mereel and Jedi Knight Feemor get married.

[setaripendragon]

Sunlight by Hozier - in Mando'a

If you remember this post where I translated I See Fire into Sindarin, you probably won't be all that surprised by this. I've fallen head-first into the Star Wars fandom (admittedly second-hand, but still), and of course, being me, I went straight for the conlangs. Mando'a might not be the most fleshed out language of the GFFA, but it is the one with the most Culture, at least in the fandom, so it's the one I gravitated to. And honestly, I really like how... brisk it is? It drops unnecessary pronouns and verbs, barely bothers with tense at all, and contracts everything. It's so much fun to play with.

Sunlight isn't the first song I started translating into it (that would be Born For This from the Spiderverse movie), but it is the first one I've finished, because matching Mando'a to English scansion is hell. It struck me as a very Codywan song, which is why I picked it to translate (yes, I do imagine Obi-wan composing/singing it in honour of Cody pretty much every time I listen to it).

I did have to make up a couple of words because the dictionary I use didn't have even a near-equivalent to the concept I was looking for, and those will be marked with a * and I'll add the 'etymology' of them at the end. (If anyone knows any other Mando'dictionaries, throwing me a link will win you my undying gratitude.) I also had to get creative with my interpreations of the meaning of certain lines, since, just to pick the most obvious example, Mandalorians probably don't have the myth of Icarus like we do.

Any feedback, advice, or just general linguistics flailing is always welcome. Now, without further ado, here it is:

Tran'nau* (Sunlight)

Ni ru'nevor nau (I shunned the light) Ru'medinui naak be ca'tra (I shared in the peace of night) Ni nu'mirdi ba'slanar (I wouldn't think to leave) Par tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Tion'ad karta nu'redal (Whose heart doesn't dance) Dar'shekemi tra be ca'tra (Wouldn't abandon the stars of night) Sha solyc hettyc haa'it (At first burning vision) Be tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Ni r'echoyla ba'gar, tran'nau (I was lost to you, sunlight) Ru'miy sa kisen* ba'gar, tran'nau (Flew like a moth to you, sunlight) Ner tran'nau (My sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gehat'ik arasuum (The tale remains the same) Ru'rejor bal ven'rejor (Told before and told again) Runi ru'got* lo ciryc pitat (The soul that's born in the cold rain) Kar'mir tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Mar'e lis dinuir gai (At last I can give a name) Ba tracin haaranovyc (To a hidden flame) Sa kar'tayli darasuum (As love/knowing forever) Ner tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

An tengaana ba'ni, tran'nau (All that's displayed to me, sunlight) Ratiin kar'mir ba'ni, tran'nau (Is always known to me, sunlight) Ner tran'nau (My sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Tran'nau (Sunlight)

An ner alii'gai* lo gar gaan solus (All that I am is in your hands) Ke'juri ni ulyc, ner tran'nau (Carry me carefully, my sunlight) An ner alii'gai* lo gar gaan solus (All that I am is in your hands) Ke'juri ni ulyc, ner tran'nau (Carry me carefully, my sunlight)

Antuur* mhi cuy tome (Everyday we exist together) Kar'mir gar ner shereshoy (Know that you're my reason for living) Ner oya bal kyr slati* gar (My life and death belong to you) Ner tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Narbatir* sen'tra (Wearing a jetpack) Kyr'nayl'gam* briikasyc (I'm death-trap clad happily) Galar carud ni trattokor (Spilling smoke I fall) Chur tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight)

[*tran'nau = tra (star field)/tranyc (sunny) + nau (light)] [*kisen (moth) = kih (small) + senaar (bird)] [*ru'got (born) = ru- (past prefix) + goten (birth)] [*alii'gai (identity) = aliit (clan)/aliik (sigil/symbol) + gai (name). This is technically already a word that means 'colours', but I took that to mean specifcally the colours one wears on their armour, the 'face' they show the world, i.e. their identity.] [*antuur (everyday) = anay (every) + tuur (day)] [*slatir (to belong to) = slanar (to go) + ti (with). I took the inspiration for this from the etymology of the word 'belong' in English.] [*narbatir (to wear/to put on) = narir (to put) + bat (on)] [*kyr'nayl'gam (death-trap-skinned) = kyr (end/death) + gaanaylir (to trap) + 'gam (skin). Since beskar'gam is literally 'metal-skin' and the word for skin literally translates to 'soft-skin', I figured it could also be poetically used to mean 'clad in']

[dindjarindiaries]

Once again: m a r r i a g e

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

The Mandalorian from the Mandalorian no mask

[wantonlywindswept]

Good Dad Paz pt 3

one | two

whew, this one fought me a bit at the end there. definitely doesn’t have anything to do with the fact i haven’t slept yet tho

considering adding ‘vod’ to the list of untranslatable Mando’a, it has a level of camaraderie/brothers-in-arms feel that just brother/sister doesn’t really convey well enough. maybe in the edit, if i ever edit

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Paz didn't like seeing Din wounded.

It was unnatural, their covert's best Hunter laying so silent and still. Din was quiet, but he was also a man of action: he never seemed to stay in one place long enough to rest, for good or for ill. He was always in motion, coming and going on his bounties, talking quietly with the foundlings, helping out around the covert. 

But Din had barely stirred when Paz pulled him out of the weird creature's cage, limp and insensate from whatever he'd been injected with. Paz did his best to make him comfortable, using his ratty old cloak as a pillow and placing him gently near the fire, but there wasn't much he could do other than wait. 

Wait, and stand guard, as he always had.

"He'll be fine, little one," Paz rumbled, sitting with his back to the wall in view of the entrance, Din laying next to him. The foundling cooed unhappily and tucked his head against his father's neck; as soon as Paz had placed him there, Din had curled around the child, protective even in sleep.

"Patoo."

"I've seen him get through worse than this," Paz replied mildly, "And I'm guessing you have, too."

"...leh."

"That's what I thought."

Most of Paz's supplies were topside with his ship, but he did keep emergency rations on him at all times - even if the emergencies tended to just be 'a foundling is hungry'. He set aside one of the ration bars for Din; for the child, he mixed some of his canteen water and a packet of nutrient paste together in the cup from his field kit, setting it near the edge of the fire to warm. 

He didn't actually know what the kid ate - or even what species he was - but going with something hard to choke on was generally a safe bet with babies.

Din started waking up by the time the broth was finished; Paz tested the temperature with an un-gloved finger before handing it to the little one. He reached over to place his hand flat on Din's chest at the sound of a muffled groan.

"Easy," he said. "You're safe."

"Wha-- Paz?"

"Your child is also safe," he added, as if said foundling wasn't slurping noisily right next to Din's head. 

"Grogu..?"

Aha, finally, a name for the kid. It sounded familiar, so Din had probably said it at some point before, but Din said lots of things that Paz tended to ignore.

Din tilted his helmet toward him.

"Paz?"

Paz frowned.

"Do you have a concussion?"

"...no?"

Reassuring.

Din struggled against the hand on his chest, and Paz reluctantly helped him sit up. He dropped the canteen and a ration bar in Din's lap and shuffled around so they were back-to-back, Din propped against him in a heavy weight that Paz didn't mind bearing. 

"Drink something. And eat, if you can stomach it. You need to replace whatever that thing took out of you."

Mostly blood, from what Paz could tell, but he admittedly didn't look too closely.

Din grunted in assent; Paz heard the cap of his canteen unscrew, and the soft hiss of a helmet seal disengaging. He kept his gaze straight ahead, idly scanning the room. 

"Found your kid topside," he said. "He led me down here to you. Smart little thing."

"He is," Din agreed softly. His voice sounded even worse without the vocoder modulating it, rough and tired and strained: vulnerable, in a way that their armor was designed to conceal. 

Paz stood guard while Din ate, a hand on the assault cannon at his side, his body blocking the view from the entryway. But the sewers stayed calm, just the crackling of the fire and the child's happy coos interrupting the companionable quiet. He waited until he heard Din pull his helmet back on, and the soft sizzle of a wrapper being disposed of in the fire.

Then he waited some more.

"Paz," Din said, eventually, "What are you doing here?"

"Saving your sorry ass, obviously."

Din snorted, uncontrolled and undignified, and thunked his helmet ungently against the back of Paz's. 

"Paz."

Paz sighed, tapping his fingers one-two-three against the barrels of his cannon. 

"The foulding you saved," he said. "The one who was swearing the Creed."

Din hummed in inquiry.

"He is mine."

"Oh," Din breathed. "Oh, Paz, that's wonderful. Congratulations."

Paz grinned widely beneath his helmet, ducking his head a little. The fierce pride he felt whenever he looked at Ragnar, when he remembered that he'd been gifted with a child of his own to cherish - it still surprised him, sometimes, the depth of the emotion. He'd always loved the foundlings in their covert, would have happily died to protect them - but something about having Ragnar as his son made him want to live. 

"I came in second, as usual," he groused good-naturedly. "You'd already gone and found yourself a child first."

"Ah, that's...not quite correct."

Paz blinked. 

"What?"

"I mean I haven't, yet," Din said. "He's not mine, not really. I haven't sworn the words to him."

Paz blinked again.

Then he twisted around to stare incredulously at his utter idiot of a brother.

"You what?"

[pt 4]

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update - 12/24/2023 Christmas Eve

Hey Nerdie! You’ve got some bags there.

I do both under my eyes and Din finally let me look through the ones he’s been using. It’s….Mandalorians are wild.

I feel like they’re not Nerdie, at least not how you’re thinking. Should we even ask?

Has to do with what I’ve written this week:

Weddings 101 with Dieter - chapter 3 came out this week. There was a fight that I still giggle about. There will be more, I’m loving the beef between Dieter and Oscar. There had to be some type of fight in the rom-com. 🤭 There was also cloud smut? I don’t know how else to put it. Ya’ll read it and tell me what it was.

Sard’ika Sessions - In Session Four Din put together something in the reader’s house. They may use it again. Liberties are taken with the Creed and Mandalorian culture though not too crazy. (That might be for an epilogue.) I’d like to thank everyone who’s been reading since Session one (we’ve come so far from thigh-riding) and are now on the latter end where our Session partners are exploring each other but communication as well. It was really sweet to read people’s comments and see that they picked up on how well they communicate with each other while indulging in their sexual appetites. I’d like to think it’s come across how I planned it originally when I scribbled all of this in my notebook at 4am when I couldn’t sleep in November after Thanksgiving of all things. We’ll see how things continue to progress.

I have a poll up for “Weddings 101 with Dieter” to determine what might go into chapter four. I’m enjoying everyone’s comments and options on what should happen with both Dieter/Maya and Dieter vs. Oscar. Click the link above to vote and have your suggestions added. I’ll announce the results and the most voted will be put in. I’ll likely add some of the other suggestions because I like them so much. ☺️

Remember Frankie~ (I read something new and caught up on a few things. Some of which weren’t even related to our favorite pilot. My mind went deep into smut. As a warning, don’t read while multi-tasking! Though I take it as a point of pride to have someone forget their name while on a call. 😉) They knew who they are. 😎 Love ya! ❤️

Nerdie’s Bedtime Stories (Might be a new series for weirdness I think up and might read to someone. This was a Christmas Carol featuring some of the Pedro boys. A Feral Carol as @maggiemayhemnj called it.) @undercoverpena and @morallyinept encouraged me. 🤣

You put a lot of thought into what you write. We really thought it was only the non-smut stuff you thought hard on. You’ve indicated you have trouble with that before.

It’s not so much I have trouble with it. I’m used to doing one-shots and exclusivity writing smut before I joined back up on Tumblr. I’m branching out and trying all sorts of smut and actual storylines (when I can make it coherent to anyone but myself) in my writing now. Even comedy with Dieter though I like to put little jokes in most of my writing.

Ah, so you’re learning as you go on as we all do. Fair. Any current WIPs you’re trying to finish up before 2023 is out?

Well, I have a Pickled Peña to finish. Everyone’s welcome to join in and write about our favorite DEA agent Javier Peña. Everyone who’s participating will post on January 1st and tag their work with the “pickled peña” tag.

I’m also participating in the PMAMC 2024 which is in mid-January. I decided to challenge myself with not only writing about pegging but also writing with a character I’ve only written for once and in his historical setting, because past Nerdie who accepted this was feeling ambitious. 😗 Present Nerdie wonders what was she thinking. 🧐 She also has to review her notes on what may have been used to facilitate pegging during the time period, there’s a long note I have on it. It should be mostly historically accurate, I guess, because that’s what matters. 👀 In pegging - the historical aspect. 😒

I have two Robbie Reyes asks to work on as well as one smut piece I wanted to do for him and one actual story.

There are three Joel pieces that I wanted to write, one will be tabled until next Christmas. I don’t think I’ll finish it by tomorrow. The second was a post outbreak one, I’ve only written post outbreak once so I want to see if it will be a one short or series. The third one might be finished. I need to edit it.

Anything else will likely be tabled until 2024 because I either don’t have ideas for it or I want to wait until I feel good about writing it. 😊

Any last remarks?

I’d like to thank any and all of my beta readers: @avastrasposts @musings-of-a-rose @frenchiereading @theywhowriteandknowthings @megamindsecretlair @pedrodascal @iamasaddie @fhatbhabie and @morallyinept @legendary-pink-dot

Ya’ll saw all the typos, swapped countries and off beat plot points. 😗

Also @linzels-blog don’t worry The Creed is fine. Mostly I believe. Like it will all work out. 😉

I usually add fics I’ve read this week but I’m going to organize them and put them in another fic rec post because I have them saved there already. 😎

The above wallpaper was made by @xxhypersomnia who did two sets of awesome retro Javier Peña edits on her page. 🥰 She even tagged me in the second one which I have to look at later when I’m home.

[mandy-eminem-moxley77]

1 awesome pics of 2 top favorites of mine:

[missgurrl]

Naboo Nuptial - Part 2

Part 1. AO3.

Summary: You and Din cannot seem to wait any longer after the surprise proposal.

Word Count: 1115

Warnings: None, fluff!!

A/N: Ok, so I decided to make this a 3 part series! Thanks for the likes and reposts. I appreciate it. I will admit I mostly stick to reading Javi and Joel fanfic so I hope this chapter turned out alright even if it might not be completely cannon (?).

Part 2: The Wedding

“What if we did it now?” you asked with a hint of thrill in your voice. “Get married now? Here?” he asked in return. You answered Din with a shrug of your shoulders and a smile that he couldn’t say no to.

“I thought you might suggest something like that sweetheart, come on and follow me” Din said while he grabbed your hand.

Even though this day seemed as if it could not get any better, it appeared that Din had more surprises up his sleeve.

You followed Din through the remainder of the gardens until you reached a large building with the most stunning architecture you had ever seen. Din wrapped his arm around your waist and squeezed your hip as you both turned the corner that led to a large balcony overlooking the water.

You felt yourself needing to gasp for air, not only being amazed by the love of your life but at the awe of the scene in front of you. There was a stunning view of crystal-clear water, plants flowing in the warm breeze, and the way the sun was starting to set cast a gold hue all around you.

“I know that are friends aren’t here, but in Mandalorian culture all we need to do is exchange vows and I have the rings with me. I’ve already spoken to my family and they have given me their blessing. But if you would rather wai-”

“No” you cut him off abruptly. “This is perfect, Din. I couldn’t have imagined this in my wildest dreams”. Din sighed a breath of relief through his modulator. With one hand in yours, he gave it a loving squeeze, and with his other hand he pulled out two simple rings that were clearly made of Beskar.

Din started with your name and then said, “I promise to be loyal and faithful to you for the rest of my life in this galaxy. I promise to support you in both good times and bad, and to continue building a life with you no matter where it takes us. I could never have imagined I would stumble upon someone like you. You are everything I never thought I would be able to have. The perfect mother to Grogu, a fierce fighter, and a loving companion. I promise to respect you and love you with all of my being until death do us part.”

Din’s voice started to falter through his modulator towards the end of his vows followed by sniffling. You couldn’t help but become overcome with emotion upon hearing his eternal promises to you. As his thumb lifted to your cheek to wipe away your happy tears, you said, “Din… my love, you are far beyond the man of my dreams. No matter what situation we are in I always feel safe with you. I feel as if I fall in love with you more and more each day. I promise to love you, hold you, and look after you until the end of time. I promise to follow you wherever you go. I promise to always be loyal to you and true. Until death do us part, and beyond that, I will forever be yours.”

With shaky hands, you took turns placing the rings on each other’s fingers. After you gave him a big hug, he turned you around in his arms to admire the sun set. You closed your eyes and breathed in the humid air with undertones of flowers and focused on the cool Beskar against your back and in the nook of your shoulder.

 “Come on, cyar'ika. Let me show you where we will be staying for the night.” When you replied with a content, yet surprised “hmm?” he said, “Didn’t think I’d force you back onto the Razor Crest after a day like this now, did you?”

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The elegant hotel room that the Gungan showed you and Din to was like no place you had ever stayed before. Walls of polished stone and marble, with green and gold accents across the room, and two water features on either side of the fireplace. There was also a terrace that overlooked the stunning view that the two of you were familiar with. The Gungan explained that there was a room service menu on the table and you could order at any time of the day or night. With a smile and a bow of his head, he closed the door behind him.

As soon as the hotel attendant left, the air in the room turned thick. You suddenly didn’t know what to do or say, overwhelmed by the idea of what comes next. No matter how hard you tried to get Din to do anything remotely sexual in the past, he always declined saying that he would rather wait because of how special you were to him. You weren’t even sure how the helmet situation worked after you became his wife. Would you finally be able to see the man you were in love with in his entirety tonight?

“Cyar'ika…” Din whispered, “I can see the wheels turning in your head. It’s okay.” He began to remove his gloves and guide your hands up to his shoulders, his neck, and then… the bottom of his helmet. With wide eyes and raised eyebrows you started to open your mouth to ask if this was okay when he cut you off with a simple “yes”.

Slowly and gently, both pairs of hands began to lift the helmet over his head. Your heart was pounding like never before. You began to absorb the sight before you from bottom to top. A defined jaw line, plush lips surrounded by a small amount of facial hair, an angular nose, and then… the most beautiful, brown, striking eyes. You gasped and reached out to run your thumb over his bottom lip. Amidst the excitement, you hadn’t realized that Din had his hands on either side of your face as well.

“You are so beautiful. So handsome, Din.”

“You really think so?” he asked. His voice sounded like honey without his modulator. You could listen to him speak forever. But first, there was something you needed to do. To answer his question with a kiss. You lunged forward and captured his bottom lip with yours. He gently put one hand on the small of your back with the other on the back of your head. You could kiss him for eternity, and it could never be enough. Reluctantly, Din pulled back and began to place small pecks on your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, and the top of your head.

“I love you so much, my cyar'ika… Mrs. Djarin...”

Stay tuned for Part 3 🔥