#but I love Akaan

[viscanpikamine]

Stupidest shit I’ve ever drawn but I’m sharing it anyways

(For context, Akaan (my OC) was born to a true mandalorian clan, but doesn’t know any culture because they died when he was young and he was taken in by the Jedi Order. Issue is that the cuy’val dar knew his parents lol)

[ranahan]

Mando’a masterpost

Most of my Mando’a linguistic nerdery you should be able to find under the hashtags #mando’a linguistics and #ranah talks mando’a. Specific topics like phonology and etymology are tagged on newer posts but not necessarily on older. I also reblog lots of other people’s fantastic #mando’a stuff, which many of these posts are replies to.

I also post about #mandalorian culture, other #meta: mandalorians and #star wars meta topics, #star wars languages, #conlangs, and #linguistics. I like to reblog well-reasoned and/or interesting takes on Star Wars and Mandalorian politics, but I am not pro or contra fictional characters or organisations, only pro good storytelling. You can use the featured tags to navigate most of these topics. Not Star Wars content tag is #not star wars, although if it’s on this blog, likely it’s tangentially related or at least Mandalorian-coded.

Currently working on an expanded dictionary and an analysis of canon Mando’a. Updates under #mando’a project. Here are my thoughts on using my stuff (tldr: please do). My askbox is open & I’d love to hear which words, roots or other features you want to see dissected next.

#Phonology

Mando’a vowels

Murmured sounds in Mando’a

Ven’, ’ne and ’shya—phonology of Mando’a affixes

#Morphology

Mando’a demonyms: -ad or -ii?

Agent nouns in Mando’a

Reduplication in Mando’a

Verbal conjugation in Ancient Mando’a & derivations in Modern Mando’a

-nn

Adjectival suffixes (this one is skierunner’s theory, but dang it’s good and it’s on my post, so I’m including it)

e-, i- (prefix) “-ness”

#Syntax

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis — Relative tenses — Tense, aspect and mood & creole languages — Copula and zero copula in creole languages — More thoughts about Mando’a TAM particles

Mando’a tense/aspect/mood (headcanons)

Mando’a has no passive

Adjectives as passive voice & other strategies

Colloquial Mando’a

Alienable/inalienable possession — more thoughts

Translating wh-words into Mando’a

#Roots, words & etymology

ad ‘child’—but also many other things

adenn, ‘wrath’

akaan & naak: war & peace

an ‘all’ + a collective suffix & plural collectives

ba’ & bah

*bir-, birikad, birgaan & again

cetar ‘kneel’

cinyc & shiny

gai’ka, ka’gaht, la’mun

jagyc, ori’jagyc & misandry

janad

*ka-, kakovidir & cardinal directions

ke’gyce ‘order, command’

*maan-, manda, gai bal manda, kir’manir, ramaan & kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’

*nor- & *she- ‘back’ (+ bonus *resh-)

projor ‘next’

riduurok, riduur, kom’rk, shuk’orok

*sak-, sakagal ‘cross’

*sen- ‘fly’

tapul

urmankalar ‘believe’

*ver- ‘earn’

*ya-, yai, yaim (& flyby mentions of eyayah, eyaytir, gayiyla, gayiylir, aliit)

Dialectal English & slang in Mando’a

#Non-canon words

Mining vocabulary

Non-canon reduplications

Many words for many Mandalorians

What’s the word for “greater mandalorian space”?

Names of Mandalorian planets

Dral’Han & derived words

besal ‘silver, steel grey’

derivhaan

hukad & hukal, ’sheath, scabbard’

*maan-, manda, kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’ & derivations

mara/maru, ‘amber-root’

*sen- ‘fly’ derivations

tarisen ‘swoop bike’

*ver- ‘earn’ derivations

#mando’a proverbs

#mando’a idioms

Pragmatics & ethnolinguistics

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis

History of Mando’a — Loanwords in Mando’a

Mando’a timeline

Mandalorian languages

#mandalorian sign language

Kinship terms

Politeness in Mando’a: gedet’ye & ba’gedet’ye — vor entye, vor’e, n’entye — vor’e etc. again — n’eparavu takisit, ni ceta

Mandalorians and medicine, baar’ur, triage

#Mandalorian colour theory (#mandalorians and color): cin & purity, colour associations & orange, cin, ge’tal, saviin & besal, gemstone symbolism

#Mandalorian nature, Flora and fauna of Manda’yaim

starry road

Concordian dialogue retcon

A short history of the Mandalorian Empire

Mandalorian clans & government headcanons

Mando’a handwriting guide: part 1, part 2, part 3

What I would have done differently if I had constructed Mando’a

FAQ

Can you answer a question about combat medicine? May I direct you to my post about Free tactical medicine learning resources.

Can I use your words/headcanons in my own projects? Short answer: yes please.

Do you do translations? If I happen to be in the mood or your translation question is interesting. Feel free to bomb my inbox, but don’t expect quick answers.

What’s your stance on Satine Kryze and the New Mandalorians? They’re fictional and I don’t have one beyond their narrative being interesting & wishing that fandom would have civil conversations about them without calling each other names.

Why do you portray Mandalorians as multi-racial and gender-agnostic when they’re not that diverse in canon? Because that’s the power of transformative works: to create the kind of representation we want to see in a world where it’s lacking.

LGBTQIA? I don’t stand for any shade of discrimination. If I say something insensitive, rest assured it’s because I temporarily misplaced my other brain cell, not because of malice.

NSFW? No. This is a linguistics blog, so cursing and some explicit vocabulary should be expected—slang is one of my interests, and vulgar language comes with the territory—but no porn here. I don’t believe in nudity or sex in themselves being taboo topics and I was a medic for a good chunk of my life, so frank discussions about sex education/medical/anatomical/trauma topics might also happen. I’ll try to tag if these topics come up, but frankly my own explicitness- and gore-meter is kinda broken after a career in emergency medicine, so things might slip by.

Asks under #ranah answers

P.s. Let me know if the links don’t work or something else is wrong (some items don’t have links, they are articles in my draft folder/queue which I’ve listed here so they don’t get lost—sorry for the tease!). Also please tell me if you need me to tag something I haven’t so you can filter it: this blog is for readers—if I was writing just for myself, I wouldn’t bother to edit and publish—so let me know what I can do to make it work better for you. Thanks!

[candlebreak]

Aarayi Ade [Suffer the Children]

I translated Mercedes Lackey's song 'Suffer the Children' from her Valdemar series into Mando'a and recorded it. This may be the nerdiest thing I have ever put out into the internet, and almost certainly the most niche.

Full translation, Mando'a glossary & explanation of terms, and comparison to original English lyrics available on AO3

Recording: archive.org/details/aarayi-ade | download link

Original Song arr. Cecilia Eng, guit. Greg Shaver, perf. Leslie Fish

VERSE 1: Ibic’ner gaane meg juri kad [These are my hands that wield a sword] Ti kar’tayl bajur’yc [With trained knowledge] Ibic’ner gaane, ibic’ner mir [These are my hands, this is my mind] Bal kad’la bal kel kotyc [Both sharp and fortified and strong] Kyr’am ner vod bal tal ner bora [Death is my comrade and blood is my job] Akaan ner narser bal tsad [War is my purpose and tribe] Bid su ibic balyc gaane [Yet these are also the hands] Copaani taylir ad [That want to hold a child]

CHORUS: aarayi, aarayi, ade [They suffer, they suffer, the children] ka’ra, ner kar’ta echoyli [By the stars, my heart grieves] vurel bal ratiin haar ade [Ever and always the children (emphatic)] Kadale de buire tratyc [Are made casualties by failing parents]

VERSE 2: Ade kar’tayli serim ni burc’ya [The children rightly know that I’m a friend] Ni alaa o’r sur'haaise [I feel it in their eyes] Ade kar’tayli ner baat’yc kar’ta [The children know my heart is caring] Bid evaar’la bid mir’ne [So young, so very wise] Ibic’ner gaane kyr'amu adenn [These my hands kill mercilessly] Al ade nu draar ulu [But children never care/notice] Shi kar’tayli ner gaane kotyc [They only know my hands are strong] Bal udese gotal'u [And they build a restful place]

[CHORUS]

VERSE 3: Kih’mayen ni lise cabu [There is barely anything I can do to protect] Haar ade teh aaray [the children from pain] Nu vaal dar’buire jarile, ash’amu [Not while their not-deserving-to-be-parents lay waste, die] Par gayiylir chakaare [for greed, those petty low-lifes] Shi ni lise baati ade [I can only care for the children] Bal kebbu bajuurir [And try to teach] Luubid kar’tayl darasuum [Enough of my knowledge-slash-love] Ga’taaylir oyaycir [To help them stay alive]

[CHORUS]

[kalevalakryze]

Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din

Bo-Katan Week Day 4: Scars Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Grogu, Din Djarin, The Armorer Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Grogu, Din Djarin & Grogu, Din Djarin & The Armorer, Din Djarin & Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer & Grogu, The Armorer/Bo-Katan Kryze Warnings: Past injury mention, depression mention, canon death mention, non-descriptive s/h scar mention  Notes: auntie Bo is a bad influence, Korkie would tell you so. Did I get carried away on the mushy stuff? Maybe… but they deserve it. Keshnian Armorer, for this fic only ( eventually, I want to get good enough to start writing Zabrak armorer, but baby steps for now? ) was this how I planned this to go? No, but I still love it Word Count: 3,877 Summary: “You can handle him? Din Darin questioned carefully as he passed Grogu into Bo’s arms, where the child instantly latched onto her, babbling quietly  as she settled his weight in her arms. “He’s not my first Jedi, or nephew,” The Armorer squeezed past the front door, her hand resting heavy on her Riduur’s shoulder. “I don’t believe that is what he is worried about,” The golden helmeted warrior leaned down, a gloved finger moving to rest under Grogu’s chin. “Take care of the Mand’alor, don’t let her do anything reckless,” “Patu!” The child babbled, before the two Mandalorian’s took their leave, leaving Grogu and Bo-Katan alone. “Well, kid… this is where the fun begins,”  AO3 Link: Here!

Bo-Katan blinked her eyes open to The Armorer getting ready for her day. “Mesh’la,” Bo grumbled, thick as sleep clung to the edges of her arising consciousness. Her hand reached, stretching out across the bedsheets to grasp the edge of the thick leather of her Riduur’s skirt. 

Bare fingers brushed through her hair, causing the woman to finally work on blinking sleep from her eyes to stare at the woman before her. Every time she saw her Riduur without her helmet, it truly felt like a blessing. She would equate seeing The Armorer’s face to the same calling as the Mythosaur still living in the depths of the living waters. 

“Good morning, cyare,” The woman rumbled softly, leaning across the mattress to press her lips to Bo-Katan’s forehead. “Din Djarin will be arriving shortly,” She whispered against cool skin, bringing a groan from the redhead. 

Life had settled down for the reclaimed planet and its inhabitants, with an alliance with the New Republic, and the promise to still remain a neutral system, Mandalore became a safe haven for thousands of their stars spread across the galaxy. The other planets in the system were brought back top thrive, and Mando-motors was even back in full starship production, with contracts from the New Republic. 

Bo-Katan had a thriving chain of command, she hadn’t needed to bear a single burden alone, thanks to those she trusted to handle other matters and aid her as well. She’d been more herself than she had been since before… any of this, really. It gave her a comfort she’d never thought she would obtain in her age. 

“He can wait,” The Mand’alor groaned, fruitlessly trying to tug The Armorer back into their bed, only bringing a heartwarming chuckle from the other woman. 

“You did promise, Lady Kryze,” She reminded, prying the pillow Bo had been trying to burrow herself under, and tossing it into Akaan’s bed, who yipped, before trying to initiate a game of tug-of-war with himself. 

The redhead groaned, now pushing on The Armorer’s shoulder, contrasting her decision to tug her closer. “Alright, but you’re all mine, later,” Once she was out of bed, cool air brushing her legs, Bo pushed away the thought of the warmth and comfort of the bed, to reach for The Armorer once more, grabbing the fur around her shoulders top tug her close and press a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Go, I’ll be out shortly,”

True to her word, the Mand’alor got ready in near record time, considering she was not preparing for battle. Her armor had changed little over the years, though she still bore the crest of the niteowl, and the combined crest of the Mythosaur, with the sigil the two women created when they’d spoken their vows. The Mythosaur’s tusks wrapped around the sigil of Clan Kryze, with The Armorer’s hammers outlined in the back, sitting proudly on both shoulders now. The previously silver piece had long since been painted red, like the blue painted pauldron that now protected The Armorer’s shoulder. Their Beskar hearts still sat alternated in their chest plates, Bo’s blue contrasting beautifully against The Armorer’s red, reminding them both that neither of them would have to be alone again. 

There was a sweetness in the air as she stepped out of the bedroom, boots quiet against the hard stone under her feet as she approached the woman, who always seemed to add an otherworldly amount of sugar and other sweeteners to her caff. She stepped up behind the shorter woman silently, arms wrapping around stocky shoulders, with her forehead resting against the back of her helmet. 

“You do not wish for me to go,” The Armorer observed softly, as she began to pour a second mug of caff for Bo. 

“I never wish for you to go,” Bo agreed, before relenting to let her go so she could grab the offered mug. The Armorer’s helmet hissed as it was removed once more and settled gently on the counter so she could enjoy her own caff.

Before she was allowed to touch the mug though, The Armorer’s still bare hand moved to rest against the Kar’ta that rested in her chest, the piece that had come straight from her armor. “No one’s ever truly gone,” There was a smirk pulling at her lips and a twinkle in dark eyes, her amusement giving Bo the permission she needed to swat her hand away.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” 

“I do, but you will not be alone, and you will not be without my company for too long,” The Armorer promised between sips. The caff was still hot on her tongue, but Bo knew by now that with all the cool liquid sweeteners she added every morning, it helped make it bearable. 

“Just come back safe, don’t be a dikutt, and please, don’t let Din swim,” Bo relented as she leaned her back against the counter, reaching idly with her free hand to hold onto the other warrior’s skirt once more. 

Skira’s head tilted to the front door, a warm amusement in her gaze as she rose her mug to her lips. “Tell him yourself,” The Keshian nodded towards their door at the same time as a loud knock echoed. 

“How do you do that?” Bo questioned with a shake of her head, before she leaned up to press a kiss to The Armorer’s lips, before the woman would have to don her helmet once more. “I’ll go say hi, finish your drink,” 

The door swung open just enough to allow Bo to prop her hip against the frame, the toe of her left boot hooked around the heavy door to keep the breeze from outside from blowing it open. “She’s still getting ready,” She greeted to Clan of Two on their doorstep. 

“Patu!” Grogu called, his fingers flexing as he held his arms out, practically vibrating in his fathers hold. 

“Good morning, Lady Kryze,” Din’s head bowed, before lifting enough to ruffle the patches of white hair growing on Grogu’s head. 

“How has Navarro been treating you two?” Bo continued, reaching her hand out to the excitable child, who grew very interested with gloved fingers and the armor on the back of her hand.

“It has been nice, calm. Grogu has been learning a lot, I wish to bring him with me for our next outing, but he needs to be big enough for his own armor,” At the mention of armor, Grogu lifted his head, lips pulling into a sharp smile, and bringing a shake of Din’s head at the little one’s reaction.

“I understand, besides, you n=deserve some time with her alone,” Bo agreed. Din was The Armorer’s foundling, after all, she understood their bond, even with the prior strains, they still deserved some time together as the mentor and apprentice they once were. ‘The Shining Lineage,’ as Ragnar had once referred to them.

Grogu began squirming in Din’s arms, towards Bo, who’d taken her hand back to cross over her chest. “Here, give ‘im here,” 

“You can handle him? Din Darin questioned carefully as he passed Grogu into Bo’s arms, where the child instantly latched onto her, babbling quietly as she settled his weight in her arms. 

“He’s not my first Jedi, or nephew,” Bo assured him as she pressed a soft kiss to Grogu’s forehead. “Your dad woke you up way too early, too. I get it,” She sympathized, nodding her head seriously as he yawned. 

The Armorer squeezed past the front door, her hand resting heavy on her Riduur’s shoulder.  “I don’t believe that is what he is worried about,” The golden helmeted warrior leaned down, a gloved finger moving to rest under Grogu’s chin. “Take care of the Mand’alor, don’t let her do anything reckless,” 

“Patu!” The child babbled, before the two Mandalorian’s took their leave, leaving Grogu and Bo-Katan alone. 

“Well, kid… this is where the fun begins,”

* * *

It would turn out that ‘fun’ for a Mand’alor with a working government, and a lack of civil war, meant showing Grogu around the newer structures and city blocks of the rebuilt Sundari Civic Center that he hadn’t seen since his last visit. 

The pair had gone all over the city, from sparring arenas, to some of the smaller shops of armor, weapons, and trinkets, to bakeries that had been more than happy to give the child ‘just a taste’ of their freshest goods, ranging from Uj cake, all the way to delicacies made from immigrated bakers from Coruscant itself. 

The two were fairly exhausted by the time Bo brought Grogu back to the living waters, dropping herself heavily onto a stoop before she settled her nephew in her lap once more.  

“See, that was fun,” She started as she gazed past his head and to the dark waters below. It was much clearer now that filters were running, though no one had ventured deep since Bo-Katan had seen the Mythosaur. If she looked real closely, she thought she could make out a tusk, but she understood the reality of the water’s depth meant she truly did not. Still, having the knowledge that it was down there was a different feeling in itself. 

“Patu,” Grogu agreed as he leaned into her, little clawed hands reaching for the lip of her armor to keep himself up. 

“Tuckered out? Me too,” One of her arms wrapped around him to keep him steady, before she was laying back in the dirt, where Grogu instantly made himself comfortable against her chest. Before long, small little snores filled the cavern, and Bo-Katan was falling asleep shortly after.

* * *

She awoke to the feeling of sharp nails lightly tracing the scar across her forehead. Her eyebrows pulled together and scrunched her nose, forehead wrinkling before her eyes even opened. 

Grogu still sat on her chest, big eyes staring in wonder at the streak of discoloration against her skin. “Nice nap?” Bo grumbled quietly, hands moving to steady Grogu as he nodded and shifted his weight on top of her. 

There was a silent question in the air, one Grogu still lacked the means to articulate, as his finger once again traced against the purplish scar. “Mmm, you want to know about that,” She grumbled, her own hand raising, sliding beneath little clawed fingers to touch the scar herself. 

“I didn’t always wear my armor, not when I was younger. I have many more,” Many more that she would rather tell the story about. Though, unfortunately, Grogu seemed all too intent on this story.

The redhead settled in, exhaling slowly through her mouth. For a moment, she felt as if she could reach out, and draw upon the Mythosaur for the strength she would require. One of the tricks Ahsoka had spoke about once, when she’d explained how she was able to find strength in the worst times. 

“Mandalorians have not always been on the same side, as I’m sure you’ve seen. We’ve spilled a lot of our own blood, through the years...” Her gaze turned to the vast ceilings, watching a droplet of water slide from the sharp tip of a stalagmite. 

“My Ori’vod, my sister, Satine- she was the Duchess during one of these times,” A soft smile pulled at her lips at her memory. “She did everything she could, preached pacifism, peace, safety. There were many who refused to listen, myself included. I wanted to be a Mandalorian, and I allowed that to cloud the importance of my clan, for a very long time.”

“The day I’d left to join The Death Watch, Satine and I had gotten into a fight. I was so… angry,” A frown replaced the smile, as she recalled the fire in her own veins, fueled by the words of a dead man, who’d traded their planet for power in the dar’jetti. 

“I blamed her for the opposition of our people, for the death of our Buir, and for a dozen other things that must not have been important enough to remember. I put it all on her, because I was too… afraid, to look at the truth, to see that the state of the galaxy went beyond what she could control. I refused to see that she was doing the best with what she had, what was expected of her.”

In the recesses of her memory, she could still hear the splintering of wood, echoed voices shouting, glass shattering, her own voice, renouncing Satine as her vod, removing herself from her aliit. 

“My actions are my own, as are the consequences are mine to bear, along with these scars. I did not search for strength from my clan, but from a man who truly did not have mine, or Mandalore’s best interests at heart. We had fought,” It had been explosive, and Bo often blamed Satine’s deeper dive into pacifism on the outcome.

“I never truly was able to beat her, she was.. she is my ori’vod. Taught me most of what I know, too. I just kept pushing, if she hadn’t,” Once again, her fingertip traced the scar. The leathery feel of Grogu’s finger against her cheek, wiping away wetness, brought her attention to tears in her eyes. “Thank you,”

“If she hadn’t defended herself, I may have seriously hurt her,” She would have killed her, of this, Bo-Katan was certain. She had been angry enough, had Pre Vizsla on her shoulder, whispering in her ear that Satine needed to die so Mandalore would not be lost. “So she did what she had to,” 

The knife, she remembered, had come from her own gauntlet, had sliced through her face and dropped her just as fast. The Guard had been fast in their response to the Duchess’s calls. Bo could remember the sight of her blood on Satine’s hands, could still hear herself snarling out insults ‘If this continues, all Mandalorian blood will be on your hands!’, and then the enveloping darkness, before she’d woken up on a transport, exiled away from the Mandalore system with the others who had refused to turn over their armor or warrior ways. Pre had saved her from the transport, had taken her to Concordia, and promised her the place she deserved, at his side.

“I walked away from my clan, that day. I refused to acknowledge it for so long. I was just Bo-Katan. And yet…” A pause, her head turning to the side to catch her helmet, sitting by the pillar with the Living Water’s plaque. “She did not turn me away, when I came back. She accepted me as her sister once more, as readily as I had denounced her,”

Grogu watched with big eyes, his hands eventually coming to rest on Bo-Katan’s cheeks, squishing them together as he stared into her eyes with all the intensity of a child and a Jedi Master alike.

“Family is important, endlessly so. While they do not deserve your love for simply existing, when they are willing to accept you, however you may come, whatever you may have done, we can’t take that for granted,” 

The sounds of a pair of footsteps echoed through the hall, and soon enough, the gold and silver duo appeared under the torchlight of the caverns. 

“Hey, look at that, our aliit,” She whispered, giving Grogu a gentle nudge, before he was using the force to fling himself into his father’s arms.

“Did you two have fun?” Bo questioned as she started to rise, taking The Armorer’s offered hand for assistance once she’d come in range. 

“Oh yes, however, Din Djarin will be returning shortly for assistance with swimming,” The Armorer announced with a shake of her head. Even without being able to see his face, the way Din shifted his weight showed his mild embarrassment. 

“Hey, I’m sure Axe can come learn with you. He dumps enough fuel to get out of the water, but not enough to keep him out of it,” She assured as she patted her hand against his shoulder. 

“Did you two have a good time?” Din parroted as he brushed some dirt and old crumbs from Gorge’s face.

“Oh yes, just leave Xiti out of any questioning. Also, Akaan may have gotten into Paz’s,” Though truly, that was the man’s problem. It was clear that Akaan liked Paz even more than he liked The Armorer, which led to silent fights between lizard and Mandalorian at night.

The Armorer hummed softly, as if there were anything to ponder. Though she had been certain that the two would set something on fire, so otherwise, it seemed like a desirable outcome. 

A gloved thumb swiped at the remaining moisture under Bo-Katan’s eyes, though she batted the worry away with a quiet promise of later. 

The small family made their way back to their quarters in peace, exchanging stories of the days events between each other, with Grogu’s babbling cutting in every so often. They’d parted ways with the Clan of Two outside of Din’s residence on planet, before retiring to their own home.

As the women removed and cleaned their armor of the days grime, The Armorer turned her attentions back to before. “You were crying, before we’d come in,”

Bo deflated with a soft sigh as she picked caked in dirt away from her clan’s sigil. “I don’t always talk about a lot of my scars,” They had moments together, laying in bed late at night where they would pass questions and stories, though there were still many scars that Bo-Katan could not bring herself to speak on. Her forehead was not the only scar she would not speak on, like the white-purple slashes down her back, or the claws across her abdomen, or even the scars clustered tight together on her legs. 

“You have lived a lot of life, in a short time,” The Armorer comforted as she settled her helmet down on its stand and lowered herself on the arm of Bo-Katan’s chair. 

“We all have,” The Mand’alor reminded, fingers tapping against The Armorer’s knee, where she knew the scars from an early knee replacement resided. “I’ve had a lot more second chances than many ever could have,”

“You were chosen,” The woman reminded gently, her brows furrowed as she stared at her Riduur contemplatively, attempting to figure out where she was going. It was no secret that the redhead would often slip into a rut. Not every day was easy, for any of them, but Bo would often doubt her worth in her title, her value as a Mandalorian, and the meaning of her survival. 

“I’ve accepted that, for the most part,” Bo promised with a hand on her knee, steadying her worrying thoughts. “I bare the marks of many of my mistakes, from my family, to my Niteowls, to many other failures, and I should not get to… to hide behind them all,” 

“You are not hiding behind anything,” The Armorer promised, before she moved to raise Bo-Katan’s thigh plate from the floor. “Yes, you have scars, as does your armor,” A gloved finger traced a large dent across the silver streak in black paint. “Not all are bad, many have simply helped to shape you,” She turned the piece around so Bo-Katan could see it. 

“The sparring session, when your hand had first healed, and I first began courting you,” She traced the chipped paint once more, before reaching to grab the plate of armor that covered the back of Bo-Katan’s hand. The metal was reforged and welded together, after having to be sliced away from Bo-Katan’s hand to get it off, to treat the shattered bones beneath. “When Gideon destroyed the Darksaber, and you came to terms that you did not need the weapon to lead our people,”

Bo-Katan followed each movement across her armor, as The Armorer told her story between all the marks that cut across blue and black paint. When the other woman shed her gloves, Bo’s brows had furrowed once more. 

She’d paused at the zipper of Bo-Katan’s flight suit, meeting her gaze, waiting. It took Bo-Katan an embarrassing amount of time before realizing that her hesitance was her searching for permission. “Please, be my guest,” Before warm, calloused fingers were spreading the zippers and her fingertips were brushing against the textured skin of different scars. 

Her hands wandered, until they were moving down the expanse of muscle of Bo’s back, across the old scars that stretched across her skin as she’d grown. “You have given yourself over to slavers for the chance to help your people,” Bo-Katan paused, because truly, only Ursa Wren had ever known that story, had been one of the rookies in Death Watch when Bo-Katan had sacrificed herself to keep the Zygerian’s away from them. She’d only been freed, because Ursa, Alrich, and Axe had gathered a squad with Pre’s minimal consent, to get her back.

The warm tingle that followed The Armorer’s fingers spread to the claws against her abdomen. “You have put yourself in direct harms way to save children, even at your darkest,” Death Watch was far from innocent in slave trafficking, she’d been part of it all… but she’d saved those kids, when the Akul had bore down on the Togrutas. She’d been young herself, fresh in The Death Watch, but she’d acted as a True Mandalorian should have, instead of what Pre would have preferred from her. 

The kids lived long enough for the others to enslave them and sell her off, and she’d been forced to drag herself back to base camp in the deep recesses of Shili alone. There had been two Togruta, who’d helped her, briefly. They did not like her, but in their words, at the time, they’d owed her, for saving their own from one monster (even if she’d turned them over to another, in the end). 

A small squirm from the redhead, as her flight suit was pushed further away. Fingertips brushed across the scar tissue on her thigh. “You have repented in many ways,” Bo’s gaze locked onto Akaan, tired and spent, snoring on the floor just feet away. “Even for events out of your control,” 

“You have lived a life of love, grief, failure and victory, loneliness and companionship. You have lost and learned, have given as good as you’ve gotten. These are not the stories of a woman who has hidden, but of a woman who has proven herself worthy in every aspect. Worthy of love, since the beginning, worthy of companionship, from the beginning, and worthy of leadership, once you learned from it all,”

“I’m going to cry again,” Bo warned in a low grumble, and The Armorer let. A warm, rich laugh pass her lips, as she pressed forward to wrap the redhead in an embrace. 

“You are more than free to, Lady Kryze,”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” Bo whispered into the thick furs, as the safety of the arms around her allowed more tears to slip out. 

“This is the way,” She returned in kind, fingers brushing through Bo-Katan’s hair. Their clan went beyond the two of them. It went to the Clan of Two, across the stars, to all Mandalorians who’d made mistakes, and grew from them, instead of submerging themselves in the proverbial darkness. 

Translations: Mesh’la - beautiful Riduur -partner Cyar - beloved Kar’ta - beskar heart Dikutt- idiot Ori’Vod- older sibling Dar’Jetti -sith Buir - father/parent Aliit - family Ni kar’tayli gar darassum - “I love you” “I will know you forever “ (lit.) Aliit ori’shya tal’din (Title) - “family is more than blood”

[ryehouses]

Hi there! So I'm working on formatting AST for binding. I'm right now just on the first pages with the title card and table of contents, and getting the chapter page formatting set up. The plan is to have the chapter number, title, and then a translation of the word under that. This is all going great! Except for chapter 43. I think I have it figured out but I wanted to check with you. Best I can figure joha'kaan breaks into 'joha' meaning language, and 'kaan' which doesn't have a direct translation but is involved in basically every word involving cutting/slicing/dicing/fighting anything. From that I've come up with 2 translations - 'cutting words' as in 'his words cut deep', or 'fighting words' as in 'those were fighting words'. I was wondering which - if either - it was? If I'm totally off the mark, I'd love to know your translation so things are right when I finally get it printed. Thank you!

ahh hello! Thanks for stopping by! Good luck with your formatting!

The two words that I used to put together "joha'kaan" were "johayc," which means "spoken" or "pronounced," and "akaan," which is the word for "war." "Joha'kaan" is a compound, where the repeated "ah" sound of "joha'akaan" is skipped to sound nicer and smoother.

The literal translation would be something along the lines of "spoken war, spoken battle," but the colloquial translation is "politics."

I hope this helps!

[lockea]

What Fanfiction Should I Bind Next?

I can’t quite decide what book to bind next. I chose “Teach Me How to Fight (I’ll Show You How to Win)” in part because it is only 60k total (a little less than that actually) and it is easier to bind a smaller book since there are less signatures to sew. But, for this next one, I’m ready for a challenge.

Summaries for each fic are under the cut.

"the sun is our, the day is new" by notavodkashot https://archiveofourown.org/works/12302844/chapters/27967644

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Pairing: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric

Two very competent idiots, one small child. It shouldn't be too hard, right? Or Nyx and Cor adopt Prompto (and each other), while Regis and Clarus have quiet, dignified freakouts in the background.

"Immovable, unbreakable" by Cards_Slash https://archiveofourown.org/works/2685119/chapters/6006827

Fandom: Assassin's Creed Pairing: Malik Al-Sayf/Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Altair has known since he was thirteen years old, the year he realized he was an omega, that his body was never going to be his own. He thought he had overcome his own fate when Al Mualim agreed to allow him to stay on as an Assassin but even becoming the youngest Master Assassin ever did not save him. Following the semi-failed mission at Solomon's Temple, Altair is gifted to Malik as a reward for his service. Malik doesn't want Altair but he does not turn down the chance to show him his place.

"Fool Me Twice" by Charmkeeper https://archiveofourown.org/works/18247526/chapters/43176068

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Pairing: Prompto Argentum/Ignis Scientia/Gladio Amicitia

Ignis had bartered for the babe years ago now. It was supposed to be his. Too bad it was promised to someone else too.

"Maan'alor - The Prime" by papermachine https://archiveofourown.org/works/30731636/chapters/75845207

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: None/Gen

Jango Vhett was Mand’alor only briefly to the Mandalorian Empire before he was captured by the Jetii and Republic forces on Galidraan.

Now an unwilling guest on Kamino, he is buir to Boba and he fears his protection can only stretch so far for the rest of the children made in his image. Jango doesn’t know if he can save all of the clones from the Kaminoans or the Republic, but he does know this: Verde sa akaan nau tracyn kad. Warriors are forged in the fires of war.

These children are made for war, and they have been fighting to stay alive since their creation.

He will do what he must to save them.

(The formatting for the Mando'a will be a challenge for this one)

"hope has bloody knuckles" by independent_variables https://archiveofourown.org/works/40008048/chapters/100190655

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Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Davijaan/OC

She sat up from her slouch against the wall, studying him more intently. “Huh. The only footage in the news has you all in full armor. You're shorter than I expected.” He snorted. “I’ll be sure to file a complaint with the manufacturer on your behalf.” “Shit! That was unbelievably rude,” she sputtered, cheeks flushing, waving her hands as if to fan away her words. “It just slipped out, I’m so sorry! I promise I usually think before I speak, it’s just been a really long week. I’m– I’m Loren.” “I go by Odd Ball.” She relaxed a bit, and her smile returned. “Nice to meet you, Odd Ball.” “Pleasure’s all mine.” *** Davijaan discovers mountains, thinks about the war, and maybe falls in love.

"The Fifth Act" by Sinnatious https://archiveofourown.org/works/362128/chapters/587564

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Pairing: None/Gen

Cloud has an accident with a Time materia, and finds himself in the middle of the Wastes at the start of the Wutai War. There are people to save... and for that, there are three people who need to die.

"Jason Todd: The Not-So-Outlaw" by GoAwayOlivia https://archiveofourown.org/works/7601896/chapters/17300497

Fandom: Batman Pairing: None/Gen (Friendship and Family pairings)

Jason Todd isn't what Batman made him, he isn't what the Joker made him, he isn't what the League of Assassins made him, and he isn't what the Lazarus Pit made him. He's his own person and he's taking himself back, one home renovation at a time. Also he might just make friends with the people who are supposed to be his brothers while he's at it.

[uozlulu]

Love that this arc for Akaane currently is a need to get in touch with her feminine side for lack of a better way to put it, which I think is exactly what she needs to do to grow as a storyteller. Like if you think about it, everyone who’s influenced her so far have been men, which wouldn’t really set her up for a story where an oiran is a main character. I don’t know if she will figure it out in a timely fashion, but I like that the point of the arc is growth and thinking outside of the sphere of rakugou she’s existed within for so many years

[chapterdua]

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☆, speciaaaal sooong buaaat harii iniiii karenaaa laguunya beneran dedicated to iyaaam bangeeett 💗😻

♡, bina.

[ilopisara]

18.05. 21:29 | Ilo Pisara vs Akaan Risukiekko 7 - 6

Alright, folks! What a rollercoaster of a game that was. We snatched victory from the jaws of defeat with a nail-biting 7-6 win over Akaan Risukiekko in overtime. Let's break it down. First off, Sami Noddy—what can I say? The guy's on fire! Four goals and two assists? Someone get this man an ice bath because he's scorching hot out there. Teppo Winnipeg also deserves some love for his playmaking skills; four assists but ten giveaways?! Come on, Teppo, you're not Santa Claus! Jani Saari brought his A-game too: three goals and three assists while dominating faceoffs like he’s playing Hungry Hungry Hippos at warp speed (93% win rate!). But those sixteen giveaways are more than my grandma hands out cookies during Christmas. Now let's talk about Yuri Tarde between the pipes... or should I say "Swiss Cheese"? Six goals against on nine shots is rougher than sandpaper toilet paper. Save percentage of .33? My grandma could do better blindfolded! Historically speaking, we've been all over the map lately—two wins followed by two losses before tonight's thriller. We're either soaring high or crashing hard; no middle ground here. Looking ahead, if we keep up this offensive juggernaut style but tighten up our defense (and maybe find Yuri some new gloves), we're golden. So buckle up boys; it's onward Ilo Pisara—or back into tragicomedy territory—you decide!

[brisingr-sword]

been learning mando’a recently and like, i fucking love this language. i LOVE the suffix -ika working like a diminutive like -ito/-ita works in spanish. i LOVE all the little details and the way words work in it, like how akaan is war and ade is children so akaan’ade (army) literally means children of war. like thats so cool!

[apteryxdrake]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I'm new, I don't even have 15 mutuals, let alone 15 writerly mutuals but screw it, I'm going to do it anyway because I'm bored.

The person I got it from was tagged by @eternalwritingstudent, find their post here.

I'm going to answer these with my character Dobid from Rise of Hawk.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My great grandfather was called Dobid Ahlan, my father thought it would be entertaining to name his youngest son after the poster boy for the Agency in the early days. Ironic really, as he was no more the perfect Agent than I.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Probably the last time I was shot.

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, a son. Wolf [Akaan]. He's beautiful and brilliant, and I love him dearly.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I generally leave the sarcasm up to Asha.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their body language, how they hold themselves, how their body language changes when they meet me. I can generally tell the sort of person they are and whether they're a threat to me or not.

6. What's your eye color?

Blue. According to some of the Rebel children, it's the spooky kind of blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

To be honest I don't watch movies or other visual media, mostly because I get the opportunity so rarely, and when I can I've usually got more pressing issues to deal with. Instead, I read voraciously. However I have no preference between happy ending stories or scary stories. I just read everything I can get my hands on.

8. Any special talents?

My friends think my ability to dodge bullets is pretty special. I also have a talent for not being sensed by other psychics, which can be very entertaining.

9. Where were you born?

Araam City, in the Agency Tower medical center.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading. I also like to track the stars when I can. And I'm a polyglot - I speak many languages.

11. Have you any pets?

No. I move around too much to have one at Rose Road, and it would be too dangerous to bring a pet with me.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sports are not a thing that Agents are allowed to do for fun. The only "sports" we are allowed are those which help us train to be better Agents, like martial arts, shooting practice, dodgeball, running/track. In the Rebels they don't really have the resources for formal sports, though I try to bring some kind of ball with me whenever I visit Rebel cells with a lot of children so they have something to play with.

13. How tall are you?

I am unfamiliar with your measurement of height. But my height is just below the average for my age and sex. Just short enough to be under estimated or at least perceived to be younger than I am, but tall enough to blend into the crowd and not stand out as anything remarkable.

14. Favorite subject in school?

School in the Agency isn't fun. It's where you're broken and remade to be a good Agent. You are told what to study, and you are transferred to any training facility they see fit. So I didn't have a favourite subject at high school age. However, in my training at the cathedral college, I do enjoy learning the ancient languages.

15. Dream job?

Something quiet but that also involves people. Without combat or high risk. Maybe a librarian, or a lecturer at a college.

[viscanpikamine]

I promise one day I’ll post about my SW OCs I love them to death but I just never draw them even tho they’ve been in my head for years

[panther-os]

I just saw your Rex phone background and it’s amazing!! I was wondering if I could commission one? I would want it with Cody’s sunburst and a quote about glory (from the fanon idea that Cody comes from the Mando’a Kote which means glory). If the quote could be in stylized Mando’a instead of Latin/Aurebesh, that would be a lovely bonus, but is absolutely not necessary. I totally understand if you can’t/don’t want to - either way, please know that I thought the Rex background was awesome!!!

I don't currently take commissions bc the terms of my government benefits means I lose them all if I price my art correctly, BUT

I do answer requests if I have the time and energy, so here's something I did for Cody.

translation:

oya kote ratiin, a partaylir: kote sol'yc an o'r tuur de tuur getal burcyane, kote sol'yc an o'r akaan getal jaro kyr'am

"seek glory always, but remember: glory first of all in the day-to-day makes comaradery, glory first of all in battle makes a stupid death"

my thought process is glory as in excellence for the first half, i.e., being an excellent brother. vs glory as in fame for the second, i.e., showing off and being reckless in a way that gets yourself and others killed

once again, this is free to use, please just give me a reblog if you do!

[Rex] | [Fives] | [Wolffe]

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Nightmares.

DIN DJARIN. ┃ THE MANDALORIAN.

❝ words: 1k.

❝ summary: Din wakes up after having nightmares and he doesn’t react as he’d like.

❝ a / n: this work has been re-published due I deleted the blog @/sheisallergictoreality, to unify all my writings on the same blog. As always, feedback is appreciated!

Gif credits to @onlyhuman.

MASTERLIST. ⎢ MULTIFANDOM TAG LIST.

As the night has come and you have made sure the child is peacefully sleeping, you continue your steps to your compartment to rest after a long day through the galaxy. Although the Crest has become your home, it really doesn't feel like that till Din joins you in bed. Stripping and placing your clothes on the closest chair perfectly folded, you grab one of Mando's cotton shirts to put on. It smells like him. Grabbing the neck of it with your fist, you bring the fabric to your nostrils to take a long breath. The smoky and masculine scent fills your lungs at the speed of light, giving you goosebumps all over your body. If you can't fall asleep between his arms, at least you will feel it somehow.

Tucking in bed and getting comfier on his side, after submerging the compartment into the darkness, you close your eyes focusing all your attention on your own respiration. Normally, Din is already there when you put the child to sleep, after singing to him old lullabies, waiting for you with the lights turned off. You haven't seen him without his helmet yet, but you don't care about it, you understand why he does it and you respect that decision unconditionally. 

But tonight is one of those that he prefers to stay in the cockpit with his gaze lost on somewhere. Usually, you give him some room to be alone whenever he feels frustrated, even if you know you could help him with those emotions that consume himself in silence. 

That's why it takes you by surprise when the mattress sinks a little behind you after some minutes. You aren't sure how much time has passed since you fell asleep, not even if you're really awake, but you don't give it any importance as Din's arms wrap around your waist and neck fitting his anatomy to yours. A soft gasp escapes your lips feeling a kiss placed on the back of your head, as his warmth covers you completely.

What worries you is where, at some point of the night, you hear him uttering random words in Mando'a tossing and turning in bed.

“Akaan… Ar— Aruetii… Ky'ram… Ky— Kyramud… Tion gar gai? Tion gar gai?!”

His voice sounds a little high, eager, desperated. It's the first time you hear Mando stuttering, as if he was at the edge of breaking into bitter sobs. You don't hesitate turning around to try to wake him up about to place a hand on his shoulder, but as soon as he feels your fingertips rub his bare skin, one of his hands lands violently on your throat. Your head hits the metallic wall provoking a loud noise, as your complains and your whining joins it. 

The long digits pinning you to the wall are suffocating you in a painful way you can't even say a single syllable. It takes at least two seconds to Din to come back to reality and realize it was just a dream, where he is and who he is hurting. When he loosens the grip, you automatically put your hands around your neck starting to cough as you try to catch back your breathing. He doesn't move a single inch of his tensed anatomy, hearing him rub his face with both hands while a snort abandons his throat.

“I'm… I'm so— sorry, cyar'ika…” 

A broken thread of voice comes from his lips in the middle of the darkness. 

“I shouldn't… ha—have come… I'm sorry”.

Ahead of he can run away, you toss your fingers to where you think his left-wrist is, grabbing it luckily before he's farther. Slowly and remaining silent, you urge him to come back to bed. Din sniffs with a burning feeling growing within his chest, raising and falling heavily and anxiously due to the guilt making it impossible for him to breathe with normally. 

Nailing a knee in the mattress, your hand roams his bare arm till reaching a side of his sweaty neck. As you kneel over the bed, just as he does finally accepting your silent pleas asking him to stay, you start to spread gentle kisses to his face. Your mouth finds first his tensed jawline covered by a soft beard, continuing to his chin before going up to place them over his lips.

Din utters an uncontrollable gasp mixed with a brief sob, not being able to stop thinking that he has hurt you. One of the few things he truly loves in his life. And you aren't going to ask him what he was dreaming about, being well known that he will talk to you when he feels it. It's not a question about trust, but about Din being aware of how much you worry about him.

“I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to”. His lips brushes yours in an electrified gesture, causing you some shivers down your back-bone, as his nose touches yours. “Are you okay?”

“I am”. You just reply, being a half lie hoping you won't have any bruises tomorrow. “It's okay, Din… Breathe…”

Your honeyed tone calms him a little, while placing your free hand on the center of his chest to caress it and help him somehow.

“Lie down with me”.

“I ca— can't”.

“Please… Stay with me…”

You weren't expecting your words to end like a beg, but they have an impact for your beloved one, nodding with his head a second before taking your wish as a command. Tucking inside the bed again, you embrace him tightly into your arms urging him to rest his head on your chest. You tangle your fingers in his curls, gently stroking his scalp as your other hand scratches his back so, so softly.

His breathing soon becomes less erratic and more serene, noticing Din focusing on yours to bring back the calm to his body, until falling asleep again with his nose sunk into the gap between your neck and your shoulder.

[jdunkirk]

if you haven't read the lovely and amazing "crash and burn" by @aureutr, i highly highly highly recommend it, it's one of my all time favorite fics!!!

with this said, i am a man with little to no chill with my fixations, and i took the self appointed job to translate a speech from it into mando'a, for funsies :) apologies to those who don't see my read more, but i'm going to do this

under the cut shall be the speech, broken by sentences in indents, followed by my attempt at mando'a, and some things i have to say, if there is anything!

This is a message to anyone who considers themself a Mandalorian.

Ibic din'jor at an aala Mando'ad.

1st, the thing that made this take the most time was just the fact that mando'a will drop lots of information/words, leaving it up to context or word order to be implied! so nearly every sentence is shortened quite a bit, as a 1-to-1 translation would be way too lengthy for mandalorian tastes

the first word i had to invent was "message", din'jor being my result. i drew from the words "gift" and "to give" which share the root din, and the root jor which relates a lot to language, speech, and talking, thinking it was a "given speech." as an agglutinative language, mando'a would probably have lots of words like this, and looking at the vocab i've collected it sure seems to, as some of these roots are seen in lots of words that have similar or related meanings :)

roughly, it translates as "This message is to all who feel they are Mandalorian."

I am the Manda'lor and I am calling you home.

Ni cuy'Mand'alor, jor'chaaji yaim.

2nd, verbs! the verbs, as listed on all translators and dictionaries online, end with a vowel and a rhotic sound (-ar, -er, etc), but this translates as the infinitive form of the verb when used! for example, hibirar is "to learn", but saying ni hibirar is grammatically inaccurate. you would say ni hibira, dropping the -r, to say "i learn"

cuyir is especially interesting to me, as even the -i can be dropped and the verb fused to the following thing, a kind of way to especially show what you are or what something is!

i flip flopped on translating the definitive "the" as mando'a uses it mostly in emphasis, and i wasn't sure if it should be noted as special that way. i settled on "it's a big enough deal just to say it" and left it simpler!

roughly, it means "I am Mand'alor, calling you home."

For too long our people have been flung out across the galaxy.

Or'ca'nara droten re'or'goora dos oyu.

3rd, some new vocab again! this time, it's mostly just fusions onto existing words to give them a different meaning. rather than using "long" as a way to describe the time frame, i settled on something that means "a long/extreme time" since it felt concise while better capturing the specific feeling :O a similar thing extends to re'or'goora, using the root verb and attaching the "extreme" affix to create "to throw hard, fling" from just "to throw" :)

oyu is technically a new word, as it's not listed in the dictionaries i used, but i took the root from "galactic", since adjectives and adverbs consistently attach a suffix to make new words, -yc or -la!

roughly, it means "Too long have our people been flung across (the) galaxy."

Our strength once came from our numbers and now too many of us are separated and alone.

Cuun kot r'olaro teg soletyce, naysol mhi dar'tome, solus.

4th, a moment about pronouns! depending on where you look, you might get a few different results for "we," "us," "our," and "ours" especially. i double checked over a few different sources to verify which translations are most appropriate to use, and the common ones to use end up being cuun and mhi. the uncommon ones are vi and mhor, being listed as archaic mando'a.

mando'a differentiates from english/basic in pronouns as the pronouns stand for both the nominative and accusative versions (I and me, etc). the other pronoun is the genitive or possessive version (my/mine).

roughly, this means "Our strength came from our numbers, but too many of us are separated and alone."

Come to Concordia.

Olaro Concordia.

5th, i debated about trying to transcribe a kind of mando'a name for concordia. it kept me hung up for a while, not sure what it could be or if i should even do it. in the end i couldn't think of anything and left it, but truthfully it still bugs me >:( it doesn't seem extremely out of place, admittedly, so it isn't the end of the world by any means!

We will be sending ships to gather as many as we can, but come any way you can.

Ven'mashuki me'sene joruur sa birov lise, olaro an arase gar lise.

this translation should be quite close :)

The Mandalorian way is to allow any who wish to swear a creed to become one of us.

Mando'ara duumi an meg vore urmanka tomur cuun.

6th, a couple original vocab choices again! there wasn't an easy way to translate creed, so i took from the verb "to believe" thinking it was like a "belief or faith." truthfully i'm not fully pleased with it, but it was another thing that had me way too hung up so i felt i should just pick something and move on.

the last bit, tomur cuun, was a last minute change honestly. originally, i had it as cu'laror solus, but upon reflecting i felt it was too literal and wordy again. i made up tomur, which i define as "to join or become smth"

roughly, this means "The Mandalorian Way allows those who accept a creed to join us."

If you hear this message and wish to do this you are also welcome.

Susulu din'jor bal vercopaani, gar balyc olarom.

roughly, this means "(If) you hear this message and wish (to do so), you are also welcome.

But know that the training is long and hard.

A kar'tayli bajur munit, urakto.

this should translate closely again!

Too many of our wars have been against each other for differences in creed, or in clan.

Naysol akaane ru'cui tio'r mhi par urmanka, aliit.

roughly, this means "Too many wars were within us for creed, or clan."

We cannot continue this and also rebuild our home, our culture.

Nu'sla'nri bal tu'gotal'u cuun yaim, manda.

7th, conjugation and vocab! the negation of something is doing by either a stand alone article or a prefix, depending on the extent of negation. with just "continue this" being the negated part, i settled on nu' rather than ne' because i felt it sounded better.

for "rebuild," i picked the verb gotal'ur, "to make or create" and extended that as "to build," then i attached tug which seems to be the root for "repeating, again."

for culture, i settled on manda which actually stands for this rather large and powerful concept in mando belief. in short, it's the "soul" of being a Mandalorian, as an individual and also as a collective. that last bit is what really stood out to me, so i settled on that, as it's short, sweet, and very fitting in my eyes.

roughly, this means "We cannot continue (this) and rebuild our home, our culture/soul."

And so I also come before you to declare that from today onward Mandalore has a primary guiding principle.

Ni balyc rejorhaa'i, ibi'tuur, ratiin, Manda'yaim gana alor'yc ruusaar.

roughly, this means "I also announce, from today and always, Mandalore has a leading principle."

People before all else.

Adate ru an ashi.

used Reu's translation for this :)

This is the Way.

Cui te Ara.

8th, the debate about definitive-ness was settled here, finally! it felt appropriate for The Way to be the definitive noun out of them all, given how important it is. ibic cuyi te ara could be correct, but it's just a little wordy for mando'a, so "this" is dropped and cuyi is simplified further, rather than it's affix form when attaching to nouns.

Reu translates "this is the way" as cuy te yust in her work, which i somehow overlooked when i was doing my own translation, lol. i think it fits just as well, as yust could translate as "way or path," so really which translation one picks is a matter of preference!

Mandalore is calling you home.

Manda'yaim jor'chaaji gar.

roughly, this means "Mandalor is calling you." i dropped the redundant yaim for home, since it's already in the mando'a name for Mandalore.

will i do a project like this again in the future? maybe...... gotta find something that tickles that pickle again, but i had a lot of fun with it so i'm probably gonna keep those eyes open :) thanks for reading <3

[duchess-of-mandalore]

Hey! I loved your Ben nickname analysis, I’ve always wondered where that came from! I was wondering, do you have any thoughts on the dichotomy of Bo Katan and Satine’s names? Like, they’re not remotely similar-sounding and tbh the style of Bo’s seems more like Obi Wan’s name than Satine’s. Just curious!

Oh, thank you! Sometimes, I wonder if people find my analyses detailed to the point of being boring, so when someone asks me for more, I'm elated!! You've made my day! (And I hope you enjoy my conclusion!)

This is something that I’ve always wondered as well. Bo-Katan just doesn't feel like it has the same aristocratic feel that Satine has, and I've always wondered if there's a reason behind their names.

First, I just want to say that I think it's a coincidence that Bo-Katan and Obi-Wan's names are more similar in structure. They come from different planets and different cultures which influence their languages differently. My headcanon for Obi-Wan's name is that Stewjon is basically space Scotland. People are identified by a patronym starting with the prefix "ken" to show their clan or family line. So Obi-Wan is literally "Obi-Wan of Clan Obi" or "Obi-Wan, Son of Obi." In a society like that, "Obi" would probably be a popular first name, so "-Wan" is an additional identifier so that they can keep all of the Obis straight!

But back to our Mandalore sisters:

CW writer Henry Gilroy named Satine but has never mentioned what the inspiration behind that was. He still maintains that it's complete coincidence that she bears the same name as Ewan McGregor's love interest from Moulin Rouge, but even Dave Filoni finds that hard to believe!

Dave Filoni named Bo-Katan as a funny portmanteau of his wife's name and her cat's nickname:

The name "Bo-Katan" was created by Filoni as a nod to his wife's cat. Filoni's wife, Anne, calls the cat "boogie," and Filoni derived "Bo-Katan" from "boogie-cat-Anne."

It might be tempting to say that Dave created Bo-Katan without any thought to the Kryze family (since she was a character in Season 4 before being revealed to be Satine's sister in Season 5). However, Dave said that he always had it in mind that Bo was Satine's sister (however, he opted not to tell George Lucas until after Anna Graves and Katee Sackoff worked together on The Lawless, and George agreed that the two characters would work as sisters). So ... all that is to say that it was Dave's intention to have these two be sisters, in spite of their rather discordant names (and different accents).

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So using Mando'a, can we come up with meanings for Satine and Bo-Katan?

As I mentioned in my other post, Satine sounds like the Mando'a word saviin [sah-VEEN], meaning violet. The word sarad [SAH-rad] means flower, so I could see her name having something to do with flowers, which would be appropriate given the Mandalorian lilies that she wears, and considering that flowers so often have a connotation of peace.

How about Bo? I'm playing fast and loose with roots to come up with this, but please consider:

The Mando'a root "bor" is related to words meaning work: - bora [BOH-ra], noun - "job" - borarir [boh-RAH-reer], verb - "to work" - verborir [VAIR-bor-EER], verb - "hire, buy, contract"

And "aka" is related to a whole bunch of fighting words, including: - aka [AH-kah], noun - "mission" - akaan [ah-KAHN] noun - "war" - akaanir [ah-KAH-neer], verb - "to fight"

So how about this?

Let's say the root "bor" contracts to "bo," and that "akatanir" is an older form of the word "akaanir" (which later contracted). Combine them and drop the "ir" verb ending, and you get:

Bo-Katan - "mercenary, warrior" [literally "the war worker," "one whose work is war."]

Huh? Huh?! I kind of like that!

That's not nearly as non-sensical as I though given that I was starting with "boogie-cat-Anne!"

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So ... why? Why would their parents have given their girls such different names? (Sidenote: in at least two sources, Dave has used the phrase "when Bo and Satine were six-years-old" to describe a particularly formative experience they had. That implies to me that they're probably twins, which carries its own relevance in the world of Star Wars).

Even though he wasn't mentioned in Clone Wars, we know that Bo and Satine's father, Duke Adonai Kryze, was a great warlord and the leader of Clan Kryze. It doesn't surprise me then that he'd give his daughter a name that means "warrior."

So if that's the case, Satine's name may be more of the outlier, but I think that can be explained as well (though this is more of an assumption than canon). In the Legends Mandalorian culture, there was a clan culture that included a bit of a hierarchy, but it wasn't rigid or defined by class. However, Clone Wars established that the Mandalorians (or at least the New Mandalorians) have an aristocratic class (there's Duke Adonai, Duchess Satine, Lady Bo-Katan, and Prince Tal Merrik, from what we see). Some fans have assumed that the Mandalorian aristocracy came about because some Mandalorians (not necessarily pacifists) were influenced by Core World cultures that also had aristocratic societies.  

In any case, Satine's more aristocratic name could be reflective of the Republic influence that her father had subscribed to, while Bo-Katan's name may reflect his continued commitment to what he saw as "true" Mandalorian culture.

If that's true, it feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Adonai Kryze literally named his twin daughters "war" and "peace" ... and his daughters absolutely lived into those names.