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now that I said that, I’m really curious if they have mandalorian grocery stores, and if they exist in diasporas across the galaxy (kind of like asian supermarkets), and what kind of things do they sell

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started writing for my silly little ocs again!!! will probably post here when im done, but here r some lines i liked :3

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Sister

Robyn didn’t know what to make of him.

She had failed in her mission. She was supposed to land on Empress Teta, retrieve the force sensitive child, and bring it back to the grand inquisitor. But now she had a survivor of the purge currently in binders and knocked out in her passenger bay. The jedi had surprised her, showing a shocking amount of skill for someone who couldn’t have been more than a padawan by the end of the order, like herself. She didn’t recognize him, not like there was that big of a chance of them knowing each other. The temple was a big place and the jedi were spread thin back then. As the ship left the atmosphere of the planet, she sent a message off to the Grand Inquisitor, informing him of her recent prisoner before jumping to hyperspace. With the blue tunnel of lightspeed filling her viewport, Robyn stood up from the pilot seat making her way over to the slumped over form of the young jedi. His clothes were worn out, ratty and filled with holes, a simple wool poncho draped over his shoulders. His face was obscured by a mess of brown hair as his head hung forward, the straps of the seat keeping him from falling to the floor. Robyn crouched down in front of him and held his head up by the chin, taking note of any remarkable features. His eyes were covered by an old cloth wrap, the edges were frayed, and fabric strained by time. The rest of his face was overall unremarkable with fair skin, a thin layer of dirt, and no scars as far as she could tell. Aside from the new bruise on his cheek from her final kick. She envied him, her own face was marked with the mistakes she had made in training, the lessons she had been taught by her superiors. 

Looking closer she noticed a marking poking from his collar, a bit of skin texture different than the rest. She moved the loose neckline out of the way and saw she was mistaken. There was a notable neck wound, ringing his entire throat as if he had been strangled. She winced at the marking, remembering her own pain. 

Standing back up she moved over to the control console and retrieved a datapad and bringing it back to the prisoner. She lifted his face up once again and attempted to take a scan of his face only to be met with a shrill tone as the screen displayed OBSTRUCTION DETECTED. Robyn scoffed and rolled her eyes, these cheap imperial toys never worked right. She grabbed on to the cloth obscuring his eyes and lifted it up, only to find nothing, not even eye sockets as it was simply smooth skin. Letting out a hum of surprise she put the cloth back. Grabbing his hand instead she placed his thumb on the touch pad and let the pad get to work searching all available databases for who this survivor could be. 

Suddenly an alert played from the front console, indicating an incoming call. She knew instantly who was trying to contact her. A jolt of fear shot through her, instinctively dropping to a knee and bowing her head as a tall blue hologram appeared before her. Even with her eyes averted, Robyn could feel his eyes boring into her, searching for anything he could use to instill even more fear within her. 

“Report 12th Sister, I expect you have completed your mission?” His cold voice sent chills down her spine, and yet she answered with the truth, knowing that if she lied here, he would respond with double the fury. 

“N-no Grand inquisitor, my attention was pulled away by another target…” She looked up at him, his eyes changing from calm to angered in a fraction of a second, forcing Robyn to spit out her explanation in a mess of words.

“… who turned out to be a survivor of the purge.” Her head shot down, quickly averting her eyes again. She tensed, bracing for him to loudly demand she returned to her assigned task, and threaten destruction as he had done many times before.

“I assume you captured this individual?” He said, a slight tint of intrigue in his voice.

She looked up, quickly rising to address him directly.

“Yes sir, he was attempting to leave the planet, but I was able to catch and subdue him.” Her eyes glancing at the helmet behind him, the crack in the visor reminding her the capture was far from perfect. How she only caught him due to a strange pulling from the force, calling her back to her ship in time to catch the boy trying to sneak aboard.

“I’ll transmit his profile to you now” She grabbed the datapad and quickly sent the information it had found, hoping it was accurate. The Grand Inquisitor’s image reached out of view, retrieving a pad of his own.

“Let us see here, Andime Endari, miraluka male, jedi padawan and aspirant of the…” He paused, the hand he kept always behind his back tensing into a fist in an almost imperceptible movement. But she had become good at noticing his body language, a survival tactic she had picked up as a way to best avoid his wrath.

“…Jedi Temple Guard” saying each word as if he had an individual vendetta against each one. He set the datapad down calmly, seemingly thinking for a moment before turning back to Robyn.

“Good work apprehending this fugitive, but I would like to see this one for myself.”

“Sir?”

“I will send you coordinates for a meeting location, go there and wait for me. Perhaps we can negotiate your place in the Inquisitorius once we have dealt with this one.” She looked up at him in surprise, could a single padawan be worth that much? Robyn bowed her head.

“It will be done”

With a nod from the Pau’an his form blinked away, leaving her alone with the unconscious Miriluka once more. She crouched down in front of him again, asking him a question in the front of her mind.

“What makes you so important?”

Maybe when he wakes up, he can give her an answer.

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Finished Scene Queen Tano !

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I just. Love Mando’a so fucking much. It’s so great.

They have three different words to describe ways to be stabbed. Bikadinir (to stab with a broad blade; “run through”), chekar (to stab with a small blade, “shiv”), and kalikir (to stab with a narrow blade, “skewer”).

They have one pronoun. Kaysh. That’s it. Buir is just parent, there’s no mom/dad. No son/daughter, just ad, ad’ika, ikaad. Child. Vod can mean sibling, friend, comrade. All at once. Amazing.

They have dozens of ways to insult someone. Di’kut, someone who forgets to put their pants on. Utreekov, emptyhead. Najaat, no honor. Dini, lunatic. Kaysh mirsh solus, “their brain cell is lonely.” Skanah, “much hated person/thing.” Hut’uun, coward. Ge’hut’uun, not even notable enough to be called a coward (how insulting is that?). Demagolka, originating from Demagol, the name of a scientist who was so fucking shitty that his name became the worst insult a Mandalorian could call you. And that insult is child abuser, monster, war criminal, someone with no honor.

And then there’s “shab”, which we don’t have an official definition for, but the fandom collectively agrees it means “fuck.” Because we have shabiir (to screw up), shab’la (screwed up), shab’rudur (to screw with), and shabuir (jerk but much stronger, AKA asshole/motherfucker).

And Mando’ade don’t say “I love you.” They say “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” I hold you in my heart for eternity. Like. Are you serious. That’s so much better than “I love you.” If someone said that to me I would die on the spot.

Mirshmure’cya means “brain kiss.” Slang for headbutt, which is a thing Mando’ade do a lot, apparently. And it’s a sign of affection, too. They show affection by gently bonking their helmets together. How adorable is that???

Oh, and shereshoy. A lust for life “and much more.” Represented by orange on their armor. “The enjoyment of each day and the determination to seek and grab every possible experience, as well as surviving to see the next day - hanging onto life and relishing it.” And that “oy” at the end of it, derived from “Oya!”

“Oya”, which can mean so many things. A war cry before a fight or hunt. A celebration. An encouragement. “Let’s hunt!” “Hoorah!” “Cheers!” “That’s the spirit!”

This post got much longer than I meant it to lol. I’ll stop here. But you get the gist. Mando’a is a wonderful language and I am in love with it.

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Okay!

I have a Star Wars OC!

He’s the first OC I’ve ever created.

He’s a Cathar (basically space lions) named Leon Vartanian.

Big fella. At least 6 foot 7. Big black mane on him. Wears blue eyeshadow and nail varnish. Likes to wear blue leggings and ballet slippers. (Often at times he will outright refuse to wear any shoes at all if he isn’t allowed to wear his ballet slippers)

Very shy. (It’s meant to be ironic given that he’s a great big space lion)

Like myself he is also autistic and bisexual.

Also he talks like a cowboy (like a Texas-Arkansas drawl) and nobody knows why. His parents and other Cathar are baffled by it. “Yeah, I have NO idea why he talks like that.”

I can’t draw and I don’t know any artists so there’s no visual reference. Closest I’ve seen to anything looking like him is President Phyronix from Ratchet & Clank 3. And that’s only a 75% match.

He IS force-sensitive but he’s not a Jedi. His religion (an ANCIENT pre-Jedi Cathar-only (they’re closed off owing to a long history of persecution) Force religion which places emphasis on ritual baptism and knowledge) believes that the Jedi are well-meaning but terribly flawed and nearsighted.

He used to be a ballet dancer (often performing with Cathar girls in theatres and public venues alongside Theelin bellydancers) until the Empire invaded Cathar (his home planet) and he joined one of the many anti-Empire resistance movements.

He would regularly bounce back and forth between working for MANY different rebel cells and groups such as the Ghorman Front, the Partisans, the People’s Movement for a New Republic, the Outer Rim Democratic Forces, the Cathar Military Council, the New Cathar Resistance and others.

The empire wanted him captured alive for vivisection as part of their anti-neurodivergent, and anti-rebellion policy. They captured him a few times but he was always able to break out.

One time he did so simply because they forgot to lock his cell door.

After the war he briefly returned to ballet but eventually joined the New Republic Marshal Bureau before eventually becoming an agent in a secret branch of the New Republic Directorate of Military Intelligence.

He works to hunt down and apprehend former imperial war criminals.

That’s all I’ve got about him for now.

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more jarael art!! i imagine she had her crusty moments on the assorted shitbox ships she had to live in lol

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swtor comics panel redraw!!! i love jarael guys

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hey y’all!!!!! been a hot minute since i’ve posted but started cosplans for slugger for galaxycon and figured i’d share :3 super hyped hehe

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@gimmeyoursnacks YOUR SCENE AHSOKA DESIGN IS SO GOOD

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💙 OC x OC 💙

let’s bring some fun vibes to the dash and get to know each other’s OCs a little better.

Please send an ask with a short description of your OC, and I’ll ship them with one of my OCs, and give a few HCs for their ship.

Alternatively, if I have an OC you think is a good fit with yours, please mention them in the ask!

This can be romantic or platonic, so please specify in your ask.

please feel free to reblog!

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visiting the paris catacombs today and my mom messaged me saying "make sure you check the weather forecast before you go" . in the catacombs?

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What’s your OC’s pokemon type?

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maybe the girl in the car's boyfriend and the hook man simply ran away together. did you ever think of that.

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whats ur favorite flavor of shape ?

bouba :)