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Paz Vizsla and Axe Woves perfectly demonstrating every family game night ever
#I wanna know the rules to the game#do they genuinely have to fight#submit or fight#like okkk#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian#paz vizsla#axe woves#Star Wars#bo katan watching on like not again#bo katan kryze#din djarin#mando#grogu the peacekeeper#grogu
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đ¤â¨bo katan please die in episode 8â¨đ¤
reblog to cast, like to charge, ignore to agree, add an angry comment to add power to the spell
#its bc i actually liked her in tcw#folks her story is done#she's been in THREE series#she finally led the retaking of mandalore#let her die for the next gen of leader (din)#let this be din and grogu's show again and close out her storyline with an ounce of integrity for her tcw journey#for her sister#SATINE#it looks like it's heading this way and i can only hope#indidnt even watch the ep lmao#if she dies ill watch the last 2 but if she doesnt i wont be revisting the bo katan show#wouldve loved a spinoff with her before this season but not anymore#din deserves to rule and face off against the armorer in season 4#the mandalorian
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Iâve got several bones to pick with the latest decisions of the Armorer and Bo Katan this last episode - one of them being how ridiculous it is that she can remove her helmet and walk both ways, but Din, rightful MandâAlor, is an apostate for the same crime under dire circumstances, and went through hell to redeem himself - and it all comes back around to the hypocrisy.
Bo Katan is told she can remove her helmet, walk both ways, unite the Mandalorians. She is quite clearly the worst possible candidate for this. This isnât an attack on her character in particular, sheâs proven herself these last few episodes to have some care and honor.
In the beginning of the season, she said it herself, how the rest of the Mandos she had gathered had left her because she did not have the dark saber. She had given up because of this, changing her mind on a lot of beliefs because of this. Why would they follow her now? Why wouldnât she even mention such an obstacle?
I think that now she feels empowered again. Now she has more of a basis to lead, with a mission from someone as important as a Mandalorian Armorer. She can unite her people now that itâs convenient. And thereâs certainly some character development after she has seen the mythosaur and spent some time with the Watch - and Iâm sure more to come - that she feels some sort of obligation and loyalty, I hope.
Itâs similar to the Armorer and her decisions on what is acceptable and what is not in terms of the creed. What redemption is impossible, or not even needed - based off of convenience. She had let Bo Katan in knowing she did not willingly walk the Way. Knowing that her bathing in the waters wasnât purposeful but a technicality, not even bothering to find out if she respects or follows any of the other tenants that seem just a little more important - yknow, the care for foundlings and all that?
Yes, Bo Katan proves herself later on - but not at first acceptance. The scene where sheâs welcomed screams of cult tactics is all I am saying, which I might bring up in another post because there is a lot to unpack there. The point is that if this creed is law, and you start making exceptions, where is the line drawn after? Why is it alright for newcomer Bo Katan to be the exception to maybe find more Mandalorians, but Din wasnât forgiven for considering his foundling more important in the order of tenants? What does it mean for the rest of them to now follow this creed, when it isnât so strict in its honor?
Itâs just. The hypocrisy of it all. Bo Katan, barely upgraded from outsider to Mando in the Watchâs eyes, getting the pass to take off her helmet because sheâs walked both ways while anyone else would be shunned and exiled, given a task for redemption that is impossible in their eyes to complete. It is impossible for anyone else to have walked both ways, sans Din. And Bo Katan willingly upholding this duty so soon after she threw fits about how these same people fractured the Mandalorians, how itâs their fault they are all scattered. After the rest of the Mandoâs had left her because she doesnât have the dark saber.
Not to discredit what character development that Bo Katan has seemingly gone through, but past patterns only go to show that this will not last. It reads like just another quick turn around of her beliefs and morals.
#i think theyâre ultimately using eachother as means to an end. weâll see#but itâs telling. so telling just how unbreakable these supposed unbreakable rules are. crazy how the line blurs huh#cant wait for din to accidentally unite everyone a lot better. then for bo katan to challenge him for the saber#and the armorerâŚâŚside eyeâŚ.SIDE EYEâŚâŚ.#like I know theyâre a cult itâs been established and as honorable as their creed can be theyâre still cultists Ryan!#convinced that the armorer is letting this happen because of the mythosaur thing. if somebody starts saying how theyâve seen Jesus#the religious leader is gonna believe theyâre a prophet yknow?#are my religious issues and distaste of bo katan giving me a biasâŚ? maybe#and who knows maybe sheâll surprise me. she seems to be going through an arc of finding honor and the importance of family#but again. been there done that it didnât seem to stick. so weâll see#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian s3#bo katan kryze#din djarin#the armorer#children of the watch#sw#Star Wars#z speaks
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ROUND TWO: MATCH-UP TWO
Remember, this is NOT about who would win in a fight. This is about who makes the best leader for Mandalore as a whole.
Explanation post
Seeding
Propaganda below the cut! You can submit more on this post and I will reblog it back to here!
New Propaganda
Anon: My propaganda for Bo-Katan vs Cody specifically: Bo-Katan quite literally spends her whole life trying to restore Mandalore. She works hard and tries to right her wrongs, and she does in the end. She wants what's best for Mandalore, even if it comes at a cost (she was willing to trade the Darksaber in for Mandalore's safety!!!). - Meanwhile Cody is not even a Mandalorian.
Bo-Katan Kryze
Anon: Bo-Katan propaganda: she babysat a Jedi child without the child dying or killing anyone and leading a planet is basically just babysitting a child on a big scale right
Anon: Bo-Katan spent like three years as a terrorist but she also spent 30 years rebelling against fascists so idk I'm willing to hear her out on this. Welcome back Princess Leia đ
Anon: As Satine's sister, she would have received much the same early training and education in how to rule their Duchy on Kalevala, as she alluded to in her comments in The Mandalorian - while her involvement in Death Watch is perhaps not a mark in her favor, she did seemingly have many years of experience working as Pre Vizsla's lieutenant, and earned the trust of many of his followers who defected to follow her following Pre's death and Maul's claiming of the Darksaber and throne of Mandalore, forming the bulk of her fighting force during her efforts to reclaim that throne during the Siege of Mandalore - during the Rebels timeline, she has lost the throne once again due to an Imperial-backed coup, but seems to have been working to resist the Empire's rule; during this time, she is chosen to be the figurehead and rallying point of that apparently unsuccessful effort - finally, during the time of The Mandalorian, she has been rallying the surviving clans to reclaim the Darksaber as a stepping stone for reuniting their people; after her work with Din Djarin and the Armorer, she once again is selected by her people to be their leader as they work to rebuild their reclaimed home planet
Anon: Bo-Katan should be the Mand'alor because, while having done a LOT of shit, she tried her best to free Mandalore from the Empire and to give her people the safety they lost when the New Mandalorian Government fell - She worked to redeem herself, and she got back up every time she fell. She united the people of Mandalore from every aspect and kept the warrior traditions alive
@lightsaberwieldingdalek: Literally the only reason I can think of for Bo-Katan to rule is that sheâs stubborn. She doesnât stop trying to get Mandalorians organized and on their homeworld. Kinda a Robert the Bruce and a spider in a cave style parable, except instead of the English sheâs trying to fight her own bad actions/behavior towards others
Anon: Bo-Katan propaganda: you know that quote about "It's hard for a good man to be king?" Well considering she's a terrible person she'd actually be pretty good at ruling Mandalore.
COMMANDER CODY
Anon: Propaganda for Commander Cody: - Cody was a student of Alpha-17, who in turn had been personally trained by former Mand'alor Jango Fett, giving him a strong training lineage claim to the title - Cody's service as Marshall Commander in the GAR gave him a lot of the diplomatic, organizational, and military experience needed to govern a planet like Mandalore
@spacetime1969: This man has led more people at once than anyone on this list.
Anon: Cody should be Mand'alor because it would be unspeakably sexy
@cha0s-cat: Cody has experience with negotiating from accompanying Obi-Wan, he leads a massive amount of his brothers already. Can recognize when there is a need for negotiations vs a need for violence. This would balance out the majority of the two factions (pacifists/traditionalists) excluding the extremists on either end. And with the amount of chaos that he has to deal with when it comes to Obi-Wan and Anakin, this would probably be relaxing.
@skykind: - Has resisted fascism and its attendant police/military state at great personal risk (Bad Batch 2.3), which is apparently necessary to successfully govern Mandalore so long as Death Watch is fully armed and also backed by someone more cunning than their usual leadership (Clone Wars 5.15). - Possesses exceptional leadership and organizational ability from his time as one of the highest-ranked Clone officers of the GAR. The Clone Wars and Bad Batch narratives furthermore present him as Obi-Wanâs peer, so he should be interpreted as equally skilled, wise, kind, and unhinged-in-battle as Obi-Wan. Juryâs out on the sarcasm. - Turns to diplomacy before fighting (Bad Batch 2.3). - Has caught a Jediâs lightsaber mid-battle at least two times (Clone Wars 1.20 and Revenge of the Sith). This is a very useful skill to have as the prospective or current leader of people who keep chucking the darksaber about. - Has returned a lightsaber to a Jedi at least two times. This is a crucial skill to have as the prospective or current leader of people who should stop selecting said leader via darksaber acquisition.
@antianakin: [From the Boba vs Cody poll] So in a very practical sense, if I'm just looking at it with the question of "Who actually has the skills to be a good leader of people" [between Boba and Cody] then the answer is undoubtedly Cody. Cody was trained his entire life presumably to be a Commander in a large army and seems to do that very successfully for three years. He seems fairly humble, has good teamwork skills, he's kind and understanding and merciful, and he's a very skilled fighter. All of this would serve him exceedingly well if he chose to take on a leadership position, on Mandalore or otherwise. - The one downside to Cody is that Cody shows exactly zero interest in Mandalore at all. Cody does not identify as a Mandalorian at any point and never seems like he'd want to, let alone LEAD the Mandalorians. I do not personally see Cody actually being WILLING to lead Mandalore if offered the opportunity, even if he'd definitely have the skills to do so. I feel like if it were offered to him or fell into his lap somehow, he'd just pass it off immediately to the next most qualified person who was interested in it. Mandalore is not his problem or his responsibility and he's not about to change that.
#bo katan kryze#commander cody#bo katan#star wars#the clone wars#tumblr tournaments#mandalore#tumblr brackets#sw events#sw tcw
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I think people should stop telling everyone these stupid takes, because the Osha/Qimir and Mae dynamic/relationship is so wildly different from Bo Katan/Pre-Vizla and Satine that this comparison doesnât work and is obviously done in bad faith.
So The Acolyte, huh.
#im so tired of trying to be nice to people will the worst media comprehension skills imaginable#maybe yall just werent paying attention to oshaâs arc and how this entire show is about the rise of the dark side#lets start with the fact that bo katan was a teen and vizla was like 35+ while osha is a grown woman#and then thereâs the fact osha and qimir never tried to assasinate her own sister multiple times#i could go on and on but what kind of stupid ass comparision is this again im tired being nice#when critiques like this are nothing but op misunderstanding what theyâre watching#and done in complete bad faith because it all boils down to you not liking a creative decision#star wars#the acolyte#the acolyte spoilers
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I think part of what appeals to me about Bosoka (especially during the imperial era, or in no-66 AUs, generally just when they're in their twenties or so) is that it's so easy to imagine that, when one of them gets pulled into a Big Family Drama moment, the other is just standing off in the background snacking on something and very much Not My Circus about the bullshit she is witnessing.
Like yeah Ahsoka is trying to mediate a sobbing argument between captured Vader and Obi-Wan and maybe even Rex! Bo-Katan standing in the kitchen with her phone out and a bag of chips.
Bo-Katan has a screaming argument with somehow-alive Satine and half the government of Mandalore is watching! Ahsoka climbed up onto a window sill 30ft above ground with some nuna jerky and is watching with disinterest.
Might film it for Obi-Wan.
IDK I just think these two have set some very specific boundaries about Can My Girlfriend Get Involved In My Family Drama and they are very respectful of those hard boundaries! Also Bo-Katan doesn't care what Ahsoka's brothers are doing and has no horse in the race other than helping Ahsoka feel better after it's over, and Ahsoka's not sticking her nose into Mando politics again, which is exactly what Bo's family drama constitutes of.
Bo-Katan drove Ahsoka to this climactic and horrible meeting with captured Vader but that doesn't mean she wants to talk to the guy. They'll invite each other to family dinners or events, and that's all fine and dandy and normal... but if the screaming starts, the gf gets up and goes to get a snack and may just leave the room (or building) entirely, because wow. Text me when this mess is over or if someone starts shooting, I guess.
#Bosoka#bo katan kryze#ahsoka tano#star wars#the clone wars#sw rebels#phoenix talks#tbf Bo might DELIBERATELY escalate things if Obi-Wan's there
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I am better
Poe Dameron x fem!Reader
A/N: I kinda roasted Rey at the end. I can't help it, I hate her. The only reason I tortured myself with the sequels was literally only because Oscar Isaac as Poe lol.
Quick summary: At a conversation between you, Finn and Poe about the old Clone Wars, you spoke faster than thinking, saying Anakin Skywalker is the best pilot in the Galaxy. Poe did not like that.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: nsfw, PinV, dom Poe, punishment, cockwarming, kind of dark Poe, jealous Poe.
A/N 2: Just realized the pic looks perfect. Finn is like: "Girl, you better run..." and Poe looks like: "Excuse me? What did you just say?!"
Sometimes it's better to think before speaking. It all started harmless, Finn, Poe and you were talking about the Clone Wars. Poe was worshipping the Clones, wishing they would be still around, Finn was drooling over Ahsoka Tano...and you? You were all over Anakin Skywalker, admiring everything about him.
"Anakin Skywalker? Come on, that's overkill!" Finn snorted, looking down at the Dejarik round they were playing.
"Why? Just because you're worshipping Ahsoka?" You chuckled, watching Finns dejarik player getting slamdunked.
"Ugh, you and your crushes..." Poe scoffed and leaned forward, preparing his round.
"Atleast we have one individual we love and not millions." you backfired at him, grinning cheekily.
"I think Poe chooses the Clones because all the other ladies are ugly and Ahsoka is the only sexy looking one." Finn nudged Poe, making him give a confused expression.
"Poe, how about Obi Wan?" you asked.
"Nah. He's way too noble, way too jedi-like..." he retorted with an disgusted expression.
"Wait! What about Bo Katan? Isn't she someone you'd be into, mate?" Finn suggested.
"I would even arrange the date between you two." You chuckled.
Poe just looked at you two, surprised but uncaring "You two are absolutely unfair, you know that?"
You three kept playing dejarik for a bit before Finn spoke up again.
"Hey, but what about you? Why Anakin Skywalker? Is it because he turned bad and you're kinda into bad boys?" Finn grinned at you.
"No!" you smiled, turning your head to hide the slight red on your cheeks.
"Don't be shy! Come on, spill it." Poe teased, giving you a cocky grin.
"Alright, alright, you won. I like him because he was the best in everything. Best at fighting, strong in the force." you leaned back in your seat.
"Wait, nothing else? Really?" Poe asked curiously.
"He invented the spinning." Finn joked.
You laughed hard. "And he's the best pilot in the Galaxy." you retorted but gulped as realization hit you.
You looked back up at Finn and Poe, Finn had his hand on his chin, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to come out of him. At this point you were glad at sitting opposite from them as you saw Poe's jaw tensing.
"Pheww, okay guys, I gotta go to Chewie and talk with him about something." Finn broke the silence, preparing to stand up.
"Wait, Finn! We didn't even finish our dejarik round!" You gave him an almost pleading look.
"I- uhh, I'm sure you and Poe can finish it just fine, right mate?" Finn chuckled nervously, giving Poe a pat on the shoulder.
"Yeah, we will get this over with and see who's the better one." Poe gave you a scowl.
"See? That's why I chose Ahsoka!" Finn grinned, finding the situation amusing.
"Anaking was Ahsoka's master!" you retorted, seeing Poe giving you a warning glance.
"See you guys later!" Finn waved and stood up, walking off, leaving only Poe and you alone.
"Poe...listen, I didn't mean to--" You got cut off by Poe, who stood up and made his way to you.
"I'll teach you better." he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the Millennium Falcon, leading you towards a small freighter nearby. Once inside and ensurring they were alone, he lead you to the cargohold and locked the entrance of the ship.
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Now you were on Poe's lap, his cock buried deep inside you, he held you firmly in place, not moving a little bit.
"Repeat what you said." Poe demanded lowly.
You squirmed, desperately trying to get atleast some friction "I-I'm sorry..."
"No, no, no, tell me. I wanna hear it coming out of your mouth again."
"Anakin-... is the b-best pilot in the Galaxy-..." you tried to move again but Poe had an iron grip that made it impossible.
"But is he really? Or is there someone better, hm?" Poe asked, holding you in place.
"Yes, you." you replied, making Poe's hips move a little bit before stopping once more. The little friction he gave felt so good, causing you to whimper after he stopped.
"So you admit I am the best and Skywalker is nothing compared to me?" he asked again.
"Poeee, please move. It's killing me..." you begged, feeling how slippy everything down there is.
"Answer." he tutted.
"Anakin is nothing compared to you. You're the best, Poe. Only you." you whimpered needily.
Poe chuckled, "See? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" he started moving slowly, only enough to make you crave for more.
Your eyes lulled back, you wanted Poe to move faster "Please faster."
"Is there something else you might tell me about Skywalker?" Poe asked, his pace increased slightly.
You knew exactly why he asked you that, he knew your mind was clouded with pleasure and thinking wasn't your speciality rightnow.
"He's handsome.." you slipped out.
"Handsome, huh?" Poe repeated, his hips stopped again.
"No- I mean- you-you're handsome. Anakin's not." You stuttered, trying to correct yourself.
"Damn right I am." he started moving again.
"If you ever say someone is better than me again, I will make sure to fuck you so hard you will forget all their names and only remember mine. Now enjoy the ride, honey."
Poe's thrusts increased even more, moving you up and down simutaniously.
Your orgasm approached so fast, it was only mere minutes before it ripped through your body. Poe's orgasm came right after yours. He grabbed a rag and cleaned both of you up while you put your clothes back on.
Poe and you left the freighter, walking back to the Millennium Falcon as Finn approached
"Heyy, did you two finally got an agreement?" Finn asked, looking at you two.
"Yep. We uh- we came to an agreement that Anakin is better at..." you trailed off, looking at Poe who was looking back at you expectantly.
"He is better with his lightsaber than Rey. I mean- come on, Anakin got training and Rey didn't, right? Having powers without getting trained is no right to call themselves a Jedi, right?" You chuckled nervously, your eyes flicking towards Poe for a split second.
"Damn, girl, you're really into the mood to fight anyone today, eh?" Finn laughed.
You glanced back to Poe, seeing him inhale heavily and closing his eyes briefly.
Noticing this, you quickly nudged Finn's shoulder, "Hey Finn, wanna finish our Dejarik round? I beat Poe, but the others are still in it." you urged him.
"Alright. Let's do this." Finn agreed casually and started walking.
You walked closely beside him, looking over your shoulder to see Poe shooting you another warning and his expression turning dark.
Oh no...
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"Bo-Katan isn't mean" Okay because I'm so tired of hearing this:
[/mÄn/] adjective: unkind, spiteful, or unfair. vicious or aggressive in behaviour. Not mean? Okay definitely not vicious or aggressive in behavior Like her first appearance where she's part of Death Watch, a terrorist group and slaps Ahsoka's ass without consent to demean her?
Or when she shoves Ahsoka to the ground and *laughs* in a tent where Death Watch (including Bo-Katan) has stolen women from the local village on Carlac and put them into forced servitude?
OR when she helps slaughter the village and burn down said village for asking Death Watch to leave them alone? (that's her on top of the roof)?
Or after when she tried to kill Ahsoka and Lux for trying to help the villagers and leave?
Or when she aided in a plot to cause intentional destruction and fear to manipulate the people of Mandalore into deposing her own sister and overturn Satine's very successful government that ended the clan wars (the Traditionalists then were given the lush moon of Concordia and their own political agency and government in which Pre Vizsla was the governor)? Then forcefully deposed Satine at gunpoint after she had abdicated because of the will of the people who no longer accepted her rule due to the manipulation of public perception by Death Watch.
While Bo-Katan was likely traumatized by the Mandalorian Civil War/Clan Wars at a young age and there's no solid canon evidence but It's widely believed by fans that Bo-Katan was groomed and/or radicalized by Pre into DW from a young age--even if you believe this, IT DOES NOT EXCUSE HER HORRIFIC ACTIONS. None of it justifies her wrongdoing. She still had agency.
Okay so what about unkind or unfair?
Surely that can't apply to her sarcastic comment to Ahsoka when approaching her after she had watched her struggle on Kessel and made no move to assister her, only watching her to use her to fight back against Maul and reclaim Mandalore. While she does respect and befriend Ahsoka by the end of the Siege, she still initially saw her as someone to be used for her agenda.
Or when she uses Obi-Wan's guilt over his relationship with Satine to convince him to aid her forces in retaking Mandalore, which Republic intervention would disintegrate treaties over a hundred years old and start another war on top of the ongoing Clone Wars. Which to her was a legitimate, even desperate method to reclaim her planet from Maul who was only serving his own agenda, but it wasn't a very nice way to do it. In some ways Bo-Katan is justified in how she is mean, but it doesn't make her not mean.
Then there's her anger towards Sabine after she discovering what the Duchess does and that Sabine created it (after hearing how guilt ridden she is and how she already destroyed it.) Was her anger valid, oh yeah. Was it kind and and fair? No.
What about in The Mandalorian you ask? She's not a literal terrorist anymore in the Mandalorian. She's surely not still spiteful or unkind. Definitely not when she insulted Din's religious beliefs and way of life and called the COTW a cult.
Or when she took credit for killing that one guy's brother without any remorse.
Or when she changed the terms of her agreement with Din and forced him into helping her by withholding the agreed upon information after Din upheld his side of the deal. Which was her plan all along. And then on top of that, mocks him by using his own mantra.
And then there's the disdainful opinion she has of Din and her own superiority.
Only agreeing to help Din save his kid when he has something to offer her to serve her own agenda. Which again, valid but not something she does out of the kindness of her heart.
Oh and then she's so direct and straightforward to Boba, not mean at all.
Then in season 3 when Din shows up to help her reclaim Mandalore the first thing she does is take out her anger on him and once again insult his religion/COTW and invalidate his belief that the Mines will restore his place in his religion. All unnecessary.
TO BE EXTREMELY CLEAR: I'm not discrediting Bo-Katan's personal progress into a better person or when she does do good--a hero even by the end of Mando season 3--that's the whole point of a redemption arc, you have to be redeemed from something. And at her core is a commitment to Mandalore, but you can't ignore the cruelty and ego and dare I say it meanness that has gone with it, that's the beauty of her complexity is that she can be a character that grows and evolves and becomes honorable and also still be bitchy. Bo-Katan doesn't have to be morally squeaky clean or a victim to enjoy her character and her sometimes ruthless determination for Mandalore or appreciate her compassionate aspects and letting go of her ego. She's not an easily consumable or morally black and white character. This is in fact, what I love about her.
Thank you @armoralor for assistance with the screenshots from The Mandalorian!
#If you think Bo-Katan is ânot meanâ after this man I don't know what to say media literacy is at a historic low#i'm so tired of people saying she's this uwu soft victim Bo-Katan like who the fuck is that woman#SHE WAS A LITERAL TERRORIST#she has experienced horrors but she has also committed them#bo-katan kryze#bo katan kryze#tcw#the clone wars#the mandalorian#din djarin#sabine wren#pre vizsla#satine kryze#star wars#this is my magnum opus
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Oh, they really did the stupid thing I hoped they weren't. Jesus wept.
The Mandalorian Chapter 22: Guns for Hire
#gays in space#star wars#who wrote this?#who wrote this GARBAGE?#fine just let her do the thing she sucked at all over again!#mandalorian genocide 2.0 incoming#oh wait it won't because bo-katan like all women is perfect and can actually do no wrong and all the men around her are clowns#we're just glossing over the fact mandalore was glassed on HER watch#while SHE had the darksaber before?#ffs
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ok yeah sorry to make you all remember the shit show that was mando s3 but now that i'm thinking about it. like. i don't even think it'd be SO bad that bo-katan got the darksaber again. like yeah i don't think she's done enough to deserve it + i think it ruins din's development but like. at this point i don't even think that bo-katan getting back the saber is the worst thing to happen. my REAL issue is that she won it on a TECHNICALITY. like of all ways to get back the saber, she won it by din being like "erm akshully âď¸" like that's not only an awful plotline decision but that's so BORING. we didn't even get to see an epic din vs bo-katan battle or NOTHING. i would've been happier if bo-katan had actually fought and "won" it than just watching din give it up like how he had always wanted it to be like. making bo-katan get the saber on a technicality was probably one of the worst writing decisions favroni ever made.
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You know what? Fuck it. Here's a list of some of my Bo-Katan and Satine related headcanons
(most of these are dark and/or depressing because, well, it's them)
When they were kids, Satine taught Bo how to make flower crowns. Even after everything that happened, Bo never forgot it. She only ever made one in adulthood: a delicate wreath of white lilies which she left on Satineâs grave.
The first time Satine ever killed someone, she was 16: they were cornered by a rival clan at the start of the civil wars, and she did what she had to do to protect herself and her little sister. The first time Bo-Katan killed someone was also at the age of 16: Pre Vizsla put a blaster in her hand, pointed it at a deserter's head and told her to fire it, or the next shot would be through her own head.
They used to have matching beskar'ta necklaces. When Bo ran away to Concordia, she left hers sitting on her pillow. Satine kept it, and when Bo-Katan went back to Kalevala decades later, long after Satine was dead, she found it and started wearing it again under her armour.
After Bo-Katan left, Satine used to leave the window in Bo's old bedroom open a few inches every night before she went to sleep. Her guards kept trying to dissuade her, saying that it posed a security risk, but Satine didn't care. She just wanted to make sure her little sister had a way to get in if she ever decided to come home.
Bo-Katan got that scar on her forehead from the first and last time she ever spoke up in Satineâs defence in front of Pre Vizsla.
Bo-Katan never wore makeup in her Death Watch days because Pre told her it made her look too much like Satine. After they were both dead, she started wearing it all the time.
Bo-Katan loves and hates talking to Ahsoka about Satine. Ahsoka is the only living friend she has left who actually knew her sister, and Bo likes being able to talk about her with one of the rare people who never believed any of Pre Vizsla's lies about her. But, at the same time, it always leaves her feeling guilty, because Ahsoka did more to help Satine in the few years they were acquainted than Bo did in her entire life.
After reclaiming Mandalore, one of the first things Bo-Katan does is rebuild Peace Park in Sundari. She replaces the war memorial and carves Satineâs name on it, and plants a garden of wildflowers around it.
#this isn't even a fraction of my headcanons about these two but this post is already long enough#bo and satine's relationship intrigues and upsets me in equal measure okay#satine kryze#bo katan kryze#kryze sisters#star wars headcanons#star wars#the clone wars
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easy,
she's a domestic terrorist
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Satine Kryze should not be a sympathetic character.
A complex and tragic one? Sure. Every day of the week.
But she did not 'have a point', neither in-universe, not outside of the sw framework. She isn't a hero, neither of her own story, nor of someone else's. There is no way she wasn't a tool. You should not look at her and think 'this woman has done nothing wrong and what ultimately happened to Mandalore was to no part her fault'.
Because guys. Friends. Strangers on the interwebs.
Pacifism doesn't work.
And it certainly wouldn't have worked in motherfucking Star Wars â the 'wars' is literally in the title â for a system or series of systems who wanted to stay neutral.
YOU DON'T STAY NEUTRAL FOR LONG BY JUST SAYING 'YEAH, NO THANKS <3' TO A LARGE-SCALE CONFLICT.
source: I am Swiss, we've looked at this in history class. Extensively.
Satine was a dreamer (thanks Obi-Wan) who was allowed to keep her delusions because they actively benefitted Palpatine's plans. And that's something you can quote me on. There is literally no other reason (apart from supremely bad writing but we'll leave that aside here) for her and her little friends' 'Alliance of Neutral Systems' or whatever to be allowed to exist.
Not that they were neutral in any way, shape or form, by the way.
So yeah sorry to the Satine stans, but you're idolizing a character that was written exclusively and specifically for Obi-Wan's manpain and who, in-universe, was a supremely bad politician. Because the level of mental dissonace needed to factually be a Republic System, have a seat in the fucking Republic Senate, rely upon their military for aid while actively proclaiming that All Violence Is Bad And Barbaric one sentence later AND THEN CLAIM TO BE NEUTRAL IN THE WHOLE CONFLICT â it's just mind-blowing. Even moreso that people actually look at this character and see something aspirational in her.
Again, I'll gladly dissect her character any day of the week. She is fascinating because of all the implications her existence as a head of state carries with it, as well as her deeply complicated family history and her relation to mandalorian culture.
But it just grates on me personally that that all gets ignored in favor of her being some sort of icon of white american saviorism (bc that's literally what she is) and her objectively bad political takes being treated like they are the only correct stance to be taken during the Clone Wars/Mandalorian Civil Wars.
If you think pacifism works and actually lets you stay neutral, I desperately urge you to open a history book. Because those two are mutually exclusive. Especially in the scenario that Star Wars paints.
#i really dont get the girlbossification she's gone through in fandom over the last few years#literally all we saw of her in tcw was her actively working towards killing her sister and working for pre#and when that plot succeeded and the results were Not Good (surprise surprise) she suddenly did a 180?#i've stopped watching the mandalorian the moment i heard she was gonna get the saber#bo-katan is a character i do not enjoy and do not see the point of bringing back#any if you say 'oh but maybe she's changed since mandalore was destroyed'#has she?#has she really?#bc all i see is that she keeps stalking a guy with Bigger Problems to get a symbol of rulership *coined* by the terrorist organization#that she was working with to AGAIN I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH kill her own sister#just bc that sister was satine does not make that a good motive#i could have enjoyed her in mando if she'd be treated differently. but like that she's come true by all the kryze entitlement#and the complete disregard for common sense#random boli thoughts#i must say though that the *idea* of 1 pacifist sister and 1 terrorist sister is very fun#just like always sw canon did not follow through on the implications#star wars#bo katan kryze
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Do You Want Me, Cyar'ika [happy]
Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader
Warnings: HEY THIS IS DARK WATCH OUT, stalking, manhandling, slight choking if you kind of squint, dubcon (reader is willing, but is def under the influence of the darksaber), smut, hand job, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of permanent scarring of the reader
Word Count: 6,717
Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you. Part One: Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika Part Two: I Love You, Cyar'ika
[a/n: THIS IS THE HAPPY ENDING TO THIS TRILOGY. My suggestion is to read the version you really want first b/c the beginning half is the exact same. It's only the end that differs.]
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"sometimes, you just need a fresh start. a new beginning. a clean slate. just get rid of everything going wrong and make it go right." -the importance of starting over
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The echoing of your footsteps bounced off the walls and the quick pace seemed to match the racing of your heart. No looking back. You needed to get to the tarmac. Din was supposed to be in the war room with Bo Katan and the others in his council discussing something or another. This morning he had told you that he wouldnât be able to meet you for lunch until a bit later in the afternoon. Half an hour after he had told you this, you grabbed your stuff and started running.Â
You had the right idea months ago when you first tried to leave. This was going to be your last chance. If he caught you this time you donât know that youâd ever get the chance to run away again. Memories of that beskar chain and anklet hung heavy in your mind as you picked up your pace. A terrifying thought occurred to you. Would he stop there? How far would Din go to keep you by his side? You truly believed, deep down, that Din wouldnât hurt you, but⌠were you just being delusional? At some point, heâd consider the line to be crossed.
The tarmac was mostly empty. The few Mandalorians that were in the area gave you curious looks, but nobody dared stop you. That was a side effect of being âownedâ by the Mandâalor and though you found it disturbing previously it was truly working in your favor now. Everybody on this rock, save for a few people like Bo Katan, were too terrified of Din to even look in your direction for longer than a few seconds. As you sprinted to the closest ship you knew how to pilot, the Mandalorians began to disperse. You had a suffocating suspicion that they were in the process of calling Din.
You made it further than you had last time. You were on the ship, ramp closing behind you, and you clambered into the cockpit and got things running. As the ship slowly began to rise, you saw him. Din stood at the edge of the tarmac with his hands on his hips. The wind tunneling through the shipâs exhaust and down onto the ground below caused Dinâs thick cape and hair to whip around. Even from this distance, you could feel Dinâs gaze burning straight through you. The look on his face was haunting⤠a mix of devastation and unbridled rage. You couldnât bring yourself to look away. Even after the ship was in the atmosphere and Din was far out of view, you stared down at Mandalore in pain. Your chest ached as your heart already begun to miss the man you were running from.
Before allowing yourself to wallow, you input the coordinates to Tatooine and let the ship slip into hyperdrive. The second those all too familiar lines of blurred space cast a blue glow in the cockpit, you pulled your knees up into your chest to bury your face there. If somebody were to ask you the exact reason why tears streamed down your face you would not be able to give them an answer.
You just knew, everything was wrong.
You agonized over who to send a message to. As you drew ever near to Tatooine, doubts began to plague your mind. Should you reach out to Boba and Fennec? They were obvious choices because they cared about Din and they knew how to hold their own in a fight. However, you had a nagging fear at the back of your mind that would not silence. It blared like a ghostly siren. Din was not himself right now, and though you knew without a doubt that he would not hurt you, could the same be said for Boba and Fennec? Especially if they stood in the way of Din getting to you?
You hated that you were unsure of that.
You hated that a part of you honestly thought Din might hurt his friends or worse.
There was no changing course though. The best solution you had was to get in touch with Luke Skywalker. He might have answers about this. Even if he didnât, having him and Ahsoka by your side would help. Three Jedi surely could get that cursed saber away from Din. Granted, there was no assurance that separating the saber from the love of your life would actually work, but it was all you had. It was the last bit of hope you could cling to.Â
Upon your arrival to Tatooine, you immediately slunk away to a crowded cantina. You were not a fool. You knew Din was not just going to let you wander away and you knew he was one of the deadliest bounty hunters in the galaxy. He was very good at what he did⤠especially when passionate about the mission. That didnât leave you very much time to get the information you needed.Â
You sent out a decoded distress message to the number Skywalker had left you when he took Grogu. He left it strictly for emergencies and this obviously classified as one. After it was out in the universe, all you could do was wait. So you saddled up to the bar, sat on a stool, and ordered a drink. It was all you could think to do. This was the first time in ages that you were in a space not clouded by Dinâs presence. You hadnât realized until now how suffocating it had been.
Being with Din, watching his slow descent, you had gotten accustomed to that cloud of darkness that hung over his head. To the point where you didnât notice it worsening and worsening. It felt as if your body had acclimated to living under the ocean. Your body grew used to the crushing depths. Your lungs shriveled from the lack of oxygen. Your eyes grew blind from the absence of light. Now? Sitting at this dingy, dirty bar, it was as if someone had forced you up from the ocean floor and dragged you quickly up to the surface. It was jarring. The fresh air was painful as it filled your lungs, your eyes burned from the disappearance of darkness, and suddenly it was freedom that felt wrong.Â
A sudden beeping made you glance down at the communicator. Eyes wide, you answered it, âHello? Luke Skywalker?â Your name was spoken over the line in concern. âThank the Maker. I⤠Din and I are in trouble.â
âWhat has happened?â
âItâsâŚâ You took in a slow breath and began to walk him through what was going on. You started with the moment he took Grogu and described every single downward step the two of you had taken with the saber in his possession. When you finished, your throat felt thick with emotion. âI got away, but heâll be after me soon. I know it. Luke, I⌠I donât know what to do. I just know I need help, and Iâm too afraid to go to anybody other than you.â
âYou were right to reach out to me.â Luke sighed. âThis needs to be handled by us. No need to risk anyone else.â
The thought flickered through your head without warning. You were okay with putting Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka in danger. It came quickly and you swatted it away just as fast, but it felt like poison. Obviously, Boba and Fennec meant more to you than Luke and Ahsoka. You were closer to the first two. However, it still didnât make risking the lives of the latter two okay. The fact that the belief attempted to nestle in your head reminded you of the dark saber. Your hand wrapped around your own lightsaber⤠seeking comfort in the energy it radiated.
âYou believe heâll follow you, correct?â Luke questioned.
âAbsolutely.â You answered without an ounce of hesitation.
Luke hummed on the other end of the line in thought. âI will send you coordinates. Come to us. The Mandalorian will follow and we will handle this from there. You just need to get here. Can you do that?â
âYeah.â You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself. âI can. Iâll leave as soon as you send me those coordinates.â
âOf course. Call us again if you have trouble.â
âThank you.â
The call ended and you threw back the remainder of the drink before rushing for the door. It would take fifteen minutes to get to the tarmac and you assumed youâd get the coordinates by then to use. The crowded Tatooine streets made you anxious. Shoulders clipped into yours as people rushed past you in the opposite direction. It felt like there were eyes burning into your skin, but every scan of the crowd told you it had to just be your paranoia.Â
Your communicator beeped again and a quick glance down revealed the coordinates youâd be heading to. Good. You quickened your pace to turn a corner to the last leg of the path that would take you to the public tarmac when you spotted him. A flash of glinting silver under the hot Tatooine suns. Your feet came to a screeching halt, and for a moment the two of you stood stock still. Din was down the road. Closer to the tarmacâs entrance than to you. His hands rested on his hips, and he was helmetless. Even from this distance the darkness swimming in his brown eyes sent a chill down your spine. He had been a sight to behold in his full armor, a faceless figure of intimidation. However, you knew now that it was worse without the helmet. Actually seeing those burning eyes, rather than just feel them, made your stomach flip.
The crowd ebbed and flowed, a small group passing between the two of you, and when they passed fully Din was gone. You couldnât see him. Without a second more of hesitation, you spun on your heel and sprinted in the opposite direction of where he had been standing. The public tarmac was a bust. Youâd never be able to successfully route yourself back around, but you still needed a ship.
Peliâs shop. As soon as it came to mind, you altered course to head in that direction. You prayed that Peli wasnât home. Hopefully sheâd be out losing credits to a group of jawas in sabbac or conning some poor sap at the market. Your chest burned in the effort it took to keep your quick pace, your heart pounded painfully, and you could still feel Dinâs eyes on you. Every time you glanced over your shoulder or down alleys there was no sign of silver, but you knew⤠you just knew⤠that he was hot on your heels somehow.Â
You finally reached Peliâs shop and the garage was closed which meant she was not home, but you remembered the way in through the back. Peli had shown it to you and Din ages ago. Even if she didnât have a clientâs ship sitting in the bay, you could steal her land speeder and come up with a different plan from there. Once in, your eyes landed on a small ship parked in the main bay and your lips curled up into a relieved smile. Find the FOB, get the ship open and started. You rushed to Peliâs office and cursed the wrecked state it was in. Her baseline was chaotic and it showed in her organization choices. You dug through the mess until you found a FOB that seemed to match the ship waiting for you.
Victorious, you sprinted out of the office back down to the bay, but the second your feet stepped into the open area something hard slammed into you. The air was knocked from your lungs as you landed on the ground. Dinâs features stared down at you as his body straddled yours. One of his gloved hands pinned down your dominant hand while the other clamped down on your throat⤠not enough to restrict air, but just enough to convey his warning. You could see your fearful eyes reflected in the beskar covering him as he towered over you. Dinâs face didnât look angry or worried. He didnât look scared or confused. Din looked cold. Emotionless. Somehow that was worse.
âDinâ¤â
âDonât.â Din said sharply. The fingers on your neck flexed once. âDonât speak, cyarâika.â
More suffocating than his demeanor and broad figure was the poisonous energy seeping out of the saber hung on his belt. You were drowning in it, struggling to keep your head above itâs dark waters, and Din was pushing you beneath the waves. He held you under. Din was a man drowning and in your attempt to rescue him he was dragging you to the depths as well.Â
âHow could you do this to me?â Din asked. His voice cracked⤠the only sign of his pain. âCyarâika, youâŚâ Din swallowed. A flash of heartbreak filled his expressive brown eyes and the degree of his hurt briefly made you feel guilty. Like you had been the one to betray him. âI love you. You are my everything. I would burn the world for you. How could⤠How could you leave?â
âI never asked for you to burn the world for me, Din.â You whispered. âThatâs not what I want.â
Din shifted and leaned down so he could rest his forehead against yours. His hand hung loosely around your throat, forearm pressed against your chest, and it was a position your body was familiar with. If you closed your eyes and gave into the darkness trying to claw its way down your throat and into your lungs, then youâd simply feel like you were sharing a private moment of intimacy with your love. Dinâs lips suddenly ghosted against yours and you felt your body tremble.
âWhat is it you want?â Din begged. âI will give you anything. I just want you safe by my side.â
âI told you what I want, DinâŚâ
Din sighed, his hot breath fanning across your lower face, âI canât do that.â His voice was strained as if her were in agony. âThe saber is how I protect you, cyarâika.â
âYouâre losing me because of that saber, baby.â
For the longest moment, Din remained silent. His eyes were closed and you could see him ruminating over something. After a second, he opened his eyes and Dinâs eyebrows furrowed in defeat. A flicker of hope burned in your chest until he opened his mouth and spoke.Â
âThings were okay. We just need to start from scratch again. I know you hated that chain, cyarâika, but itâs for the best.â Din said softly and your eyes widened at how serious his words were. How much he believed that to truly be the best path. âIt wonât be forever, I swear it. Just until I trust you again.â
âDinâ¤â
âNo.â Din snapped. His soft despair turning to a firm demand. âThere will be no argument. Iâm taking you home.â You opened your mouth once more, but Dinâs fingers began to tighten around your throat marginally. âYouâre already in trouble, cyarâika. Donât make it worse.â
Panic began to make your heart race. You were sinking fast and the light was beginning to disappear from your sight⤠your freedom with it. In a poor attempt at a final chance of survival, you spoke up despite his order to stay silent. âI just wanted to say sorry.â
Din scoffed. âYou understand why I find it hard to believe you.â
âI know.â You nodded. âPlease, baby. Iâm sorry. Please believe me. You know I love you.â
You could feel Dinâs thumb around your neck tracing the skin under it as he stared down at you. He took in a deep breath and leaned in to press his forehead against yours once more. Din brushed his lips lightly against yours. âYouâre always so pretty when you beg, cyarâika.â That was the one thing you had working in your favor. Din always had a hard time telling you ânoâ when your bodies were folded together like this. âIâll hear you out, but letâs get to our ship first.â
âWhy not now? Let me tell you how sorry I am, Din.â You begged and he let out a soft sigh as his eyes closed. Your eyes darted to the saber on his belt. If you ended up back on Mandalore it would be over. There would be no second chance. Determined, you rolled your hips up and just as you suspected you were met with the firmness of his half hard cock. Din groaned. âLet me show you how sorry I am.â Your non-dominant hand had been clutching at the hand he had at your throat, but you very slowly let it travel up his arm to bury in his soft hair. âPlease, baby.â
You tilted your head up as much as you could with Dinâs hand clamped around your neck. Carefully, in fear that too quick or sudden a movement would break the spell, you began to pull Din down closer. Din hesitated against the slight force of your hand only for a second before he slotted his lips against yours. As always, Dinâs touch set you aflame. He released the wrist he had pinned and hooked that hand under your thigh to spread your legs so he could settle between them rather than straddle you. You should be focused on escape alone, but the taste of him made you hungry for more. You werenât sure how much was your love for Din and how much was the saber twisting it into something recognizable.Â
Dinâs teeth caught your lower lip, and he pulled back a breath, âYouâre supposed to be showing me how sorry you are, cyarâika.â He leaned back down to lick into your mouth, his kiss crushing and near painful as Dinâs hips pressed firmly against yours. He left his lips close enough that you felt every word he spoke. âYet here I amâŚâ Din gave a sharp thrust and even with layers of clothes between the two of you he was able to snap the bulge of his erection right where your clit was hidden. You gasped at the pleasure that rocketed up your spine as hot pangs arousal pooled in your lower belly. â...doing all the damn work.â
At his words, you closed the space to press your lips against his again, deepening the kiss, as your hands traveled to his belt. You undid his belt with practiced ease, and while one hand slipped under the waistband of his flight suit to find the base of his cock the other went to grasp the saber.
Your fingers brushed against the thrumming metal of the saber for only a second before Dinâs hand slapped on top of yours pinning it to the saber. Everything froze. Din and you were both panting, breathless from your kiss. You had one hand stuffed into his pants with your hand pressed against his skin on the space above the base of his cock and the other on the saber. Din had one hand tightening around your neck while his other crushed your fingers against the darksaber. He chuckled and the sound sent chills throughout your body.
âLet go, Cyarâika.â Dinâs voice was gruff and seemed to rumble out from his chest. You began to try and pull both hands back, but Din grunted. âNot both. Just the saber.â You sucked in a sharp breath and remained frozen. âWhat? You donât want to finish what you started?â He shoved one hand down his pants to roughly grab yours and force your hand to wrap around the entirety of his throbbing cock. It was like this tense moment was spurning him onwards⤠filling him with a thrill you had never seen before. âI thought you were sorry.â
You hated how his words made your own core ache with want.Â
Din snapped the saber off his belt tossed it off to the side. Too far for you too reach, but close enough that its influence weighed heavy on you still. He did the same to your own weapon which was hooked in its usual place on your belt. Din threw that one further, more carelessly, before lowering his face back down toward yours. His hand was still wrapped around yours, and Din thrusted into your dry grip. It couldn't be comfortable you thought, but Din moaned in your ear as if it were already drunk in pleasure.
âDinâŚâ You murmured.
His hot mouth enveloped yours, tongue licking into you, as he thrusted twice more. Dinâs teeth caught your lower lip again, but this time he bit down hard enough that the taste of metallic blood flashed across your taste buds. You yelped, he thrusted into your grip, and then Din pulled back just enough that you could see his lips painted with the red of your own blood.
âAre you going to make me take you?â He asked in a harsh whisper. âOr will you come willingly?â Din pressed his bloodstained lips against the side of your face, dragging, and you shuddered as a cold, but tempting, chill filled your body. âIâll spend eternity chasing you, cyarâika, but it will be more enjoyable if you just agree to be mine again.â
His lips found yours once more, and for one second you werenât in your body. Your mind clouded with a sort of vision. You saw Din sitting on Mandaloreâs throne splattered with blood he had drawn from others and his features masked in a cold indifference. The saber was not on his belt, but any confusion you had on itâs location faded as a different version of you came into view. She wore an elegant and revealing gown that was as dark as a starless night, and the inactive saber was held tight in her grip as blood covered her hands and left a trail of red petals as she passed. While Dinâs face held a cold indifference this version of you looked feral with enjoyment.Â
She settled herself on Dinâs lap and the mask he wore cracked to reveal adoration as he stared up at this other you in awe. Without wasting a beat, this unrecognizable version of yourself pulled Din into a firm kiss. The blood on the hands that resembled yours smeared against his stainless beskar, and the blood on his face left smears along features you spent your entire life staring at in a mirror. Suddenly, the other you broke away to turn and it seemed she was glaring directly at you.
The saber in her hand activated and burned with a soul sucking energy that seemed to draw you in.
âBe mine.â Dinâs voice snapped you back into the moment. âBe my queen, cyarâika. I want no else.â He pressed his lips to yours again but in a way that was too soft to match the rest of this situation. The tip of his tongue dragged through the torn tissue of your lower lip and you shivered. âLet me protect you as you rule by my side.â
And you wanted it. It was like your body had finally reached the lowest depths and your lungs were filling with the dark water you were drowning in. It was almost peaceful allowing yourself to settle into the cold⤠allowing it to swallow you whole. Distantly, you could feel the crystal in your lightsaber desperately calling out to you, but you were certain no light could reach you where you were. Cold turned to pleasure as Dinâs hands began to map the familiar planes of your body.Â
âIâve always been yours.â You whispered. Din molded his lips to yours and he pulled your hand out from where it was hidden under his waistband so he could have to room and access to begin frantically undoing your own belt. You lifted your hips so he could tug your pants down past your ass and off entirely. He didnât bother with his own pants, deciding to just tug them down enough to be useful, and Din settled between your legs. As he worked himself out of his pants he planted his lips against the hollow of your neck.
You tilted your chin up, panting, as you gave him more room to work his tongue against the skin there. Every atom of your being was throbbing and aching for the man on top of you, but briefly a glimmer of pain lanced through your heart. A reminder. You thought you were too deep in for the light to reach you, but your lightsaberâs call managed one faint echo. A weak lifeline back to the surface. Without thinking, your hand reached reached out to where the sabers were cast aside and for the first time in your life you felt the Force do more than just read an energy. It enveloped the space around you and seconds later something firm was in the palm of your hand.
You cried out, managing to roll Din and yourself over so you now straddled him. The saber activated in your hand and rather than the warm familiar glow you wanted, you were greeted by the soul sucking, burning energy of the darksaber lighting up in your hands. Your eyes widened in alarm. The power that washed over you was overwhelming. It rocketed up your arm and pierced your very soul. Din laid on the ground under you as you stared at the cold glow of the saber burning in your hands, and you heard him begin to laugh in amusement.Â
âMaker, youâve never looked prettier, cyarâika.â Din grinned⤠the look in his dark eyes was wild with desire. âHow does it feel?â
Your skin was crawling as if someone was holding a live wire to it. A tremor shook your body and it took you a moment to detangle your mind away from the raw pleasure that screamed out to you. The darksaber was sinking itâs cold claws into every aspect of who you were and you could feel your reality slipping away from you. You tightened your hand around the hilt and began to squeeze. It was hard to focus the Force to bend to your will with the darksaberâs influence pressing down on you, but you clenched your teeth and squeezed harder. The crack of bending metal filled the air.
âNo.â Din growled and his hands roughly pawed at you, to try and take the saber from your grip, but you raised your hands up above your head and continued to squeeze until you felt actual pain began to seep into your body. âStop! Donât!âÂ
The metal cracked further, heat began to lick out of the hilt as the saberâs burning energy flickered and grew wild. It was burning your hands, leaving the flesh it touched raw. Din screamed out at you to stop again, but you couldnât hear him over the high pitched ringing the darksaberâs kyber crystal seemed to emit. The saber was angry⤠the saber was scared. You focused every bit of your bodyâs energy to channel the Force. You screamed in agony as the saber was crushed under your grip. The crystal cracked and the energy stored in it grew volatile and unstable. With one final push of power, the crystal shattered into pieces within the crushed hilt of the saber and the release of energy blew you backwards into the dirt.Â
Your ears from ringing from the blast. Your head ached painfully, you could feel blood matted in your hair from where the back of your head had slammed into the ground, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the miserable and excruciating pain that was radiating up your arms. Shakily, you lifted your hands up to try and examine them. Even though your sight was growing blurry, you could still make out the state of your hands. Scorched flesh, raw and torn, greeted you and warm blood was dripping from the spots where jagged bits of kyber crystal embedded in your skin. It rained down on you.
âNo, no, no, no.â
Din was suddenly in your line of vision as he cupped the side of your face in fear and disbelief. Your hands, heavy with exhaustion, fell limp and they didnât even hurt much anymore. You were having trouble feeling anything actually. âPlease, Maker, no.â Din gasped. His voice was ragged and hoarse. Tears were swimming in his eyes and for the first time in ages, you recognized the clarity. âCyarâika, no, pleaseâŚâ
Your lips twitched up in a smile as you gazed up at him. You sighed in relief, âItâs you.â Dinâs face crumpled as the tears streaked down his cheeks as he tried to pull you closer. âYouâre back, baby.â
His voice seemed far away. As your eyelids grew heavy, you still felt content. If these were to be your last moments you were more than happy to share them with Din Djarin. Your Din Djarin. Pure and kind hearted. Loving and soft. Darkness seemed to envelope you, but it was not the cold darkness the saber used to force you into. This was warm and tender. You felt enveloped in love and your own kyber crystal, loyal and strong, whispered a lullaby as you relaxed into sleep.
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[three months later]
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It took you ages to find Din. After waking up in Bobaâs palace, post bacta tank infusion, you realized he had slipped away without a word. Boba and Fennec had comforted you, but the only message Din left you was a soft apology passed down along friends. The fact that he hid from you was proof enough that the darksaberâs influence was gone from him. You felt it no longer either. Occasionally, youâd wake from a nightmare and a lingering darkness would cloud your thoughts, but it always dissipated with the morning light.Â
You walked slowly toward the bench where he sat armorless. Din wasnât wearing a shred of beskar, had not a single weapon on him, as he rested his elbows on his knees and stared into the distance where rolling hills and mountains sat. What made him hard to track was he stayed constantly on the move, but you were surprised that this was where he allowed you to catch up with him. You stopped by his side, Din didnât turn to look at you, and you followed his gaze to see Grogu far in the distance sitting with Luke Skywalker on the crest of a small mountain.
âI donât know why I came here.â Din mumbled quietly. âI shouldnât be here.â
âDinâ¤â
âI donât deserve to be here.â He added. Din hung his head down and lifted his hands to rub at his face in exhaustion. He shook his head once. âI was supposed to leave before your ship ever entered the atmosphere, but I⌠I got stuck.â
That made more sense. In a moment of weakness, he stopped to see his son and he hadnât been able to tear himself away to flee you like he usually did. You reached out to touch his shoulder, but your fingers only managed to graze his shirt before he pushed to stand began to stalk away.
âDin!â You cried out and followed his brisk pace. He walked back to where his small ship at waiting. âDin, please, wait.â
âLeave, cyarâika.â Din replied firmly.
âNo.â You snapped and raced up the ramp into his shipâs tiny cargo hold to slide into his path to stop him. You expected to see anger in his eyes from your disruption, but the only emotion his large brown eyes conveyed was pain and desperation. You felt your heart ache at the way he stared down at you in misery. You shook your head. âDin, will you please talk to me?â
Din swallowed, his voice was hoarse, âThere is nothing to talk about.âÂ
You reached out to rest your hands on his chest, and he glanced down to stare at them. The bacta tank had saved your hands and left you with full use of them, but the scarring remained. The skin was discolored with burn scars and jagged lines where kyber crystals had pierced your skin and left their mark.Â
âThis wasnât your fault, baby.â You whispered as you noticed how intently he was staring at your hands. Din shook his head and tried to pull away from your touch but you tightened your hands into fists⤠clutching his shirt like a lifeline. âDin, I donât blame you.â
âYou should!â Din suddenly yelled and your eyes widened. His hands wrapped around your wrists as he held your gaze. His voice shook. âYou should blame me.â Din took in a sharp gasp. âThis was all my fault. I was weak.â
âDin.â
âI remember it all.â Din closed his eyes in agony. âMaker, I⤠I was manhandled you. I chained you to the fucking wall. Held you hostage.â
âDinâ¤â
âHunted you down like a bounty. Forced you into the position where you had to use your body just to distract me so you⤠I⤠Maker. Even if you donât blame me, cyarâika, I do. I donât deserve access to my weapons. I donât deserve the armor of a Mandalorian. I donât deserve you.â
You held onto him tighter as he tried to pull your hands away from him. âI love you, Din.â He scoffed. âI do. I love you. The darksaber was to blame for all of that and I stayed by your side because I knew that and I refused to lose you to it. I stayed knowing the risk.â Dinâs eyes were still shut tightly, but you could see tears collect in his eyelashes. âAnd I canât lose you now.â
âCyarâikaâŚâ He mumbled.
âOpen your eyes.â You demanded. You released his shirt but only so you could cup his face with your hands. Dinâs entire body trembled under your touch and his hands squeezed your wrists. âBaby, open your eyes and look at me.â Finally, after an agonizing moment, Din opened his eyes and you offered him a small smile. âI love you.â He let out a shaky gasp. âAnd I canât sit idly by while you punish yourself for sins that you shouldnât have to bear. Please donât run from me. Please let me stay. Iâll keep following you all over the galaxy if I have to or⤠or if you donât want me then Iâll⌠Iâll stop. If thatâs what you really want, then I wonât follow.â Din leaned into your touch. âIâm not trying to control or torture you with my presence, I just⌠I miss you, baby.â
Din closed his eyes again and loosened his grip on your wrists so he could trace them up and lay them over your smaller hands resting on his jaw. He sighed. âI hurt you.â His thumbs traced the scarred skin on the back of your hands. âI did this to you.â
âNo, you didnât. The darksaber did, and I chose to fight that damned thing.â
âIf I had been stronger against it then you never wouldâve had to.â
âYou had no way of knowing, Din.â You shook your head. âIt even took me a while to realize how dangerous that saber was and Iâm Force sensitive. Nobody in the galaxy would have been able to resist the influence of that kyber crystal even if they knew what it could do. You were blindsided by it.â
Din opened his eyes. âYou resisted against it.â
You pressed your lips together then pulled his face toward yours so his forehead was resting against yours. âI knew what it was doing, and it was still the hardest thing I have ever done.â You admitted. âEven now I still feel that darkness crawling across my skin in the dead of the night. Like a ghost haunting me.â You tightened your grip on his jaw. âBut you know how I did it?â Din didnât respond, but you pressed onward. âI did it because I wasnât going to let anything take you from me. I was not going to let it keep your soul⤠I was not going to lose you.â Quickly, you pushed forward a pressed a chaste lip to his lips. âNot then. Not now. I will always fight for you. Even if itâs your own guilt I have to fight.â
âDo you want me, cyarâika?â Din whispered⤠his voice so soft and faint you almost thought you imagined it.Â
You caressed your thumbs against his cheekbones. âI will always want you, baby. Always.â
To prove your point, you tenderly slotted your lips against his. You stayed motionless, just holding him to you, and you could feel a tear trace the outline of your thumb before reaching his lips. It was as if the taste of his salty tear awakened something in him. Dinâs mouth began to move against yours desperately. You shifted your hands down and around his neck to cling to him. Dinâs own arms wrapped tightly around your torso so he could pull you flush against his body.Â
His lips suddenly left your lips to press sloppy, desperate kisses against your jawline then down your neck. Between every touch of his lips against your skin he whispered an apology or an exclamation of love. You tried to drag his lips back up to yours, but he surprised you by falling to his knees. You gasped and stared down at him. Din rested on his heels as his hands hugged the back of your thighs. He stared up at you in adoration, but you could still see agony there as well.
âI am so sorry.â He pleaded like a man begging in prayer at an altar. âI love you, and I am so sorry. I could spend an eternity reminding you of that and it still would not be enough to express how I feel.â Din leaned forward and rest his forehead against your hip. âNi cuyâ nass ures gar. Ni cuyâ osiâyaim. Ni cuyâ hutâuun.â
You slowly peeled his forehead away from your hip and his hands off your thighs so you could kneel in front of him as well. You held his face once more and wiped away the lingering tears that stained his cheeks. âCin vhetin.â Dinâs eyes widened at the words. A phrase you had Boba teach you. âThatâs what I want.â
âCyarâikaâŚâ
âI hate seeing you speak so poorly of yourself.â Your bottom lip quivered and your throat felt thick. âIt pains me to watch you hate yourself⤠when I love you so much.â Din sucked in a sharp breath. âSo, if you love me still, Din, thatâs what youâll give me. Cin vhetin.â
Din paused before he gave you a curt nod. You pulled him into a tight hug, arms clinging to his shoulders, and you were relieved to feel Din hold you just as securely. As if you were both terrified to feel the other slip away again.
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[three months later]
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You woke with a start, eyes snapping open in the dark of your bedroom, and the cold, cruel ghost of the darksaber gripped your spine. It crawled up slowly as you tried to push away the lingering nightmare and piece together your reality. The bed under you shifted as someone climbed in beside you. A heavy hand slipped over your abdomen as Din shifted his closer. His bare chest pressed tightly against your back as he held you close.
âIâm sorry. Did I wake you?â Din whispered in your ear, voice heavy with sleep. âGrogu woke up wanting a glass of water.â That was your reality. You had the love of your life back, and the green boy you and Din both adopted as your own was back in your lives. You, and the ones you loved, were nestled in your cozy home on Nevarro. Dinâs lips pressed against your neck. âRiduur?â The new nickname a reminder of the peace that came with your reality. âAre you alright?â
The warmth of his skin against yours cast away the chill the memory of the darksaber brought. One of his bare, thick thighs slid between your legs until every part of you was tangled with every part of him. You let out a soft sigh of content and nodded. âIâve never been better, baby.â
Din peppered soft kisses against your shoulders and you fell asleep safe in his arms.
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mando'a translations:
Ni cuyâ nass ures gar: I am nothing without you. Ni cuyâ osiâyaim: I am a despicable person. Ni cuyâ hutâuun: I am a coward. Cin Vhetin: fresh start, clean slate (term indicating the erasing of a person's past when they become Mandalorian, and that they will only be judged by what they do from that point onwards)
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[here is the dark ending]
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ABSOLUTELY UNWELL ABOUT THIS. This is Kalevala, this is House Kryze. This is her familyâs palace. The one she left when she didnât agree with her sisterâs politics, the Duchess of Mandalore, Satine Kryze. But now Satine is dead, sheâll never walk those halls again. Their parents are dead. And the place is as empty as a tomb, only a lone droid keeping watch, who just lets Din pass by. Bo-Katan would have grown up in those halls, would have seen her parents on that throne, may even have seen her sister on that throne. Now sheâs here, lounging on it like she doesnât have a care in the world, but everything about her screams of burning fury. She lashes out at Din, maybe thereâs some truth that Mandalore were a fractured people, but itâs not Dinâs fault, itâs not the Children of the Watchâs fault, itâs nobody but the Empireâs fault. But she is consumed with her grief and her rage and her hurt, that she let every member of her family down, let her parents down, let her sister down, let her subjects down. Yes, they abandoned her, melted away, and sheâs angry about that, but sheâs angry that she failed them, too. Yes, Dinâs people werenât there to help fight, but heâs just the one standing in front of her at this moment, prodding the aching bruises of her failure, so of course she lashes out at him. Sheâs surrounded herself with ghosts because thatâs all she has left--and that place is full of ghosts and nothing else. Not a single soul there besides the two of them and Bo-Katan could be anywhere in the galaxy, but she went home and sat amongst them, because every inch of that place, every secret room she knew as a child, every hallway, every window, would all be jagged edges cutting into her. âI wish I was good at something other than war.â âYour people need a new kind of leader.â âMy sister tried that. I never understood her idealism.â Bo-Katan tried so damn hard to be a leader and it all crumbled to ash. All sheâs good at is war and death.
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I'm back again with my crazy posts about DINBO parallelism and other iconic couples from cinema or any material. I have had a lot of things to do but I have taken the time to watch Batman content, because I love it, it is one of many favorite characters I have. Watching one of the cartoons of this character I saw a beautiful reference to Catwoman---Batman, in that connection that they have always had.
They are both wounded people, trying to move forward, healing on their own and then healing together, but the process is long and good, there is still a lot of development left (plus they are going to want to exploit Batman every time they can with more movies or series, ect)
Selina and Bruce are a magnetic couple and they complement each other, they don't need to be cheesy or be together all the time, because in their intimate moments, they show each other everything. The hero in the making and the antihero who seeks redemption.
Very much in the style of Din djarin and Bo katan; These two are more possessive of their responsibilities and more closed BUT they recognize well when they feel attracted, when they feel good working together and taking care of each other, sharing moments, living in the moment without labels.
It's something I love; in many comics and series such as Batman Rush Selina and Bruce understand each other very well, so much so that Catwoman and Batman also coincide and suddenly even their hidden personalities come to light. So they work as a team, their romantic dates destroy criminals and save the city, kicking ass.
It reminds me a lot of Din and Bo in their adventures with Grogu, solving problems together, traveling, having adventures, destroying imperials.
I love that Batman in his own way is protective of Catwoman but I feel like he can improve that, he is a very dense character and still has things to fix, just like Selina.
Something like Din; He doesn't talk much but he shows with actions that there are people he cares about and will protect them at all costs, just like Bo.
Din and Batman have as much in common, as do Bo and Selina.
And hey, I don't deny that they have a long way to go to become a healthier couple, but hey, with so much that they've been through, who would be completely fine?
Who is not sick in some way in their emotions???
For the same reason, I relate them to DINBO because both couples fight to be better, more balanced, even if they separate for a while or are together at another time.
I love that both Din and Bruce, although they don't talk much or don't express themselves well at all, when they do, they are very tender and know how to melt the heart of the person they are talking to with their words. .
Just like when they talk to Selina or Bo and they almost always leave them speechless, they don't know how to react. As much as to flatter them or to apologize to them and even an I love you like Batman says in the comics to Selina or a "I'll serve you" to Bo Katan.
And now to close this post; I love how Batman and Catwoman have that very particular and acid humor, their own silly jokes and she accepts them. Like when she gets pregnant, they don't know it yet and he offers her a "Bati bucket" for nausea or when they are already checking Selina and she tells him "it's cancer" he with a soft smile tells her "it's not." and she takes it with her typical humor LOL
It reminds me a lot of Din and Bo's humor, their own jokes "the element of surprise" and those knowing laughs. Or that Bo is ironic about the pog soup thing.
That Din tells her "that's what happens for stealing imperial ships" and she responds that way. Very consistent with their personalities.
I love it and I will continue sending DINBO, getting information and parallels as long as I can. And batman and catwoman are my roman empire.
this is the way.
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Tbh clone wars has some really "wow they went THERE" moments when it comes to sex stuff.
There are several moments where the show just shows literal sexual harassment or asult and just... brushes it off, Padme, Ahsoka, even Anakin are victim to this (unwanted kisses being the most common, but If I remember correctly some death watch guy smacks Ahsoka on the butt once)
Also Ahsoka gets almost sex trafficked(???) A few times. Like what was the implication soposed to be with the Zygerrian arc, or when Hondo tries to sell her?
At least with Hondo we can assume he mightve just been trying to sell her to the separatists but also... dude wtf?
There's also several instances where the clone wars show tweets woman in a... yikes way, some just seems fairly realistic for a war (the Ryloth dancers, the clones having pin up posters, a few comments here and there)
Idk where I'm going with this but long story short: I agree with you on that clone wars arc, Anakin felt so out of charecter and I almost always hate jealous boyfriend arcs becuase they're so often ooc and kinda sexist???
Oh, agreed, they really did. I think partially a lot of that has to do with the fact it was done in an era where...that sort of stuff was way more common in shows, lol
With the Death Watch thing, it was Bo-Katan who smacked Ahsoka's butt. And after she said she was engaged to Lux, not less. It's funny if you try to not think too hard about it đ I guess is more acceptable if isn't a guy the one doign it,,,,in Cartoon Network standards, i suppose.
Also yeah, I have a strong distaste with Ahsoka's treatement during the Zigerrian arc, like truly awful, and truly a bad look on Anakin, Obi-Wan, and anyone who agreed with it (and it doesn't help that Anakin's actitude was so...cocky, sure, dude, whatever). The Zigarrian arc is such a weird case because in one hand I'm all for inflicting more trauma and whump onto Anakin,,,,on the other, his actitude and total disregard of Ahsoka's safety is extremely frustrating (you could argue neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin really expected the plan to go wrong in any way, still very bad, not good guys). Then again, if I recall, the plan wasn't quite their idea at all, and in the comics Anakin is way less confident about it, and Ahsoka was the one insisting in going, but yeah, yeah, just another case of weird writting wiwth mixed results.
But yeah, it was the episode with Hondo capturing her that reeaaaally made me go "was that necessary", it can be very messed up, and is true that it's barely aknowledged. I suppose the difference with the Clovis arc, is that in that episode they do make more clear that it's wrong, they just don't allow PadmĂŠ to have any agency about it, it was just used to make Anakin jealous.
Overall: I think I have said it before, but TCW main problem is that it tackles stuff on a very surface level due being short-episodes, with one-time plots, and being a kids show. So the characters aren't allowed to react too much about their messed up circumstances. Almost everything is always reseted after an arc ends. Anakin isn't allowed have moments of reflection or to show how things can be affecting him on a deeper level. And the same can be argued with other characters.
Sadly all those instances with Ahsoka are treated like jokes. And all the very unsubtle implications of Anakin being assaulted in the Zigerrian arc isn't dealt with beyond having Anakin consider whatever slavist nonsense the queen tells him. While other things, just like you said with the dancers, does make the world seem a bit bigger and more deep, as messed up as it can be.
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