#the mandalorian series tag

[zacksfairest]

so bc im insane, this actually shouldnt be seen as a joke or a goof and should instead be seen as a legit part of mandalorian culture 

in the republic commando books one of the clones-turned-mandos had special needs due to a TBI he received in battle. while they didnt modify his helmet, they wrote on his helmet to indicate that he had been injured:

Parja reached up and patted [Fi’s] helmet. She’d painted it with the Mandalorian letters M and S for mir’shupur — brain injury — just like a battlefield medic might do for triage purposes. On Mandalore, the symbol functioned as a blend of a general warning to give the wearer a break, and a medal for combat service.

— Republic Commando: Order 66, pp 39

so mandalorians, as much as they are a warrior people, do not stigmatize, nor misunderstand, mental illness or special needs. they, in fact, do understand that people have their limits, and that not everyone is the same.

anyone can become a mandalorian. no matter your gender or race or limitations. what matters is your dedication to your family, clan, and people. so yes, they would, in-universe, allow modifications for any mandalorians that couldn't wear the classic helmet.

[zacksfairest]

he removed his helmet so that his child could see his face, fearing it was the last time he would ever see him, which is THE most mandalorian thing you could do

and miss "it's my right by blood despite me and my entire family fucking the mandalorian people five ways to sunday" is going to unite all of mandalore and lead them?

fucking. bite me.

so din was kicked out of the only family he knew since childhood bc he took off his helmet in a life or death situation / let his child see his face (and had to go to an inhabited death trap of a planet to bathe in water) but now that bo saw a mythosaur it’s “u can walk both ways” ? k

[shirozora-draws]

mustard on the beat, ho- MUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAARD Someone make it stop, make it fucking stop. I spent all week hyping myself up to gather up all my work sketches like a scrapbook and clean it all up to post here, and then Kendrick had to surprise drop on a Friday morning and ruin my work day and my headspace all weekend long.

Anyway, here's a dangerous dreams sketch dump.

It's been a long quiet, but RL had taken such a fucking toll that I had a real hard time finding the fucks to get creative. Who knows how much this past US presidential election will fuck up the entire rest of my life, but I'll take solace in finding community and in the little things and in Andor Season 2 and in the telling of The Stars.

Now that I got this out of the way, guess it's time to go fucking write some fucking words.

[garden-bug]

Is being critical of Sabine’s force sensitivity ‘gatekeeping’ the force or it is about how it undermines the established magic system and was not well written?

I’ll give you a clue it’s the second one.

[inquisitor-apologist]

The idea that Mace Windu coming back would be the thing that makes death meaningless in Star Wars is so funny to me. Girl, come on, it’s Star Wars.

Ahsoka Tano just died and came back to life for the third time. Maul survived being cut in half, with no apparent repercussions. Cere Junda fell into lava and wasn’t even burned. If you’re stabbed straight through the stomach, you only have a 25% chance of dying.

Find me a single person who actually believes that Moff Gideon is dead. It would’ve been too unbelievable to kill Thrawn in Rebels, so they jetted him off to another galaxy instead. Bad Batch fans were absolutely convinced a character was Winter Soldiered because the writers don’t ever kill anyone off.

This is the Somehow Palpatine Returned franchise. Death has not meant anything since A New Hope.

[staranon95]

getting really pissy at all the Star Wars cancellations lately

at least we'll have Andor season 2 and i'll watch that Mandalorian movie in some way or another but i'm honestly so tired of all the execs at Disney basically abandoning all their Star Wars shows lately

it's like after the first ep of every new show they release, they immediately give up on it due to right wing bigots on twitter. the worst crowd ever

Book of Boba Fett had so much going for it and there was potential there to make it a well rounded show with teasing out parts of Boba's past while also giving him a future

the Kenobi series was a good interlude and i loved that they brought Ewan and Hayden back to continue their characters. i liked that the focus was on Leia and her relationship with Obi-Wan. sucks that they cut Cody out of it though. we deserved old bickering husbands in the desert

while i didn't watch Ashoka, i know so many people had fun with it who had watched the original Rebels series and enjoyed it as the continuation and adaptation of their series. they should have been given a chance to continue them

Acolyte was a breath of fresh air because it was actually the writers trying something new beyond characters we're already well familiar with

even Mandalorian season 3 had some good moments but you can feel the meddling of execs all over these properties

from bringing Grogu back too soon because they need their cash cow back front and centre and taking time away from Boba's story shows how little faith the Star Wars team has in their own ability to tell fulfilling stories

that and they abandon the people of colour, women, and children in their casts when they're being attacked by trolls online

this is an inherently unsustainable way to manage this franchise and they desperately need to figure their shit out if they want to survive

[envyenvys]

Stobin Mandalorian AU part 1

(aka s3 stobin accidentally acquire a magic baby)

[You Are Here] [2] [3] [4]

It’s Robin that first hears the baby crying. She insists it’s coming from the vents on her right side — Steve’s left — but the concussion’s left everything kind of soupy so it takes him a few minutes to pick it out from the ever-present hum of the gate-laser and the rush of blood through his own ears. Once he notices it though, it’s hard to stop.

It’s a sad, lonely sort of crying that makes his heart ache. Robin makes a dubious sort of noise when he mentions this and insists that it’s probably just hungry — which Steve has to admit is likely, none of the Russians they’ve met so far can really be described as ‘nurturing’ — but something in his gut tells him that’s not it.

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything before the Russians come back with the doctor, and then they have a whole new set of problems to worry about.

The mysterious blue goop makes everything a million times soupier and having pliers around his fingernail is not great, but then Dustin and Erica are there and everything’s great again. Super great, even.

“Can you two hurry up?” Dustin hisses, pulling Steve upright when he starts to list to the side.

It’s a little difficult to navigate when your head is soup and your bones are blue and goopy and you’re bleeding from at least three places you weren’t bleeding from this morning, and Steve makes a valiant attempt to tell Dustin this because it’s important information he needs to know. He starts, then stops because he can barely hear himself over the siren and honestly this is just like earlier when he was trying to hear the— oh right.

“Baby,” Steve says, and Robin whips her head around in slow motion to stare at the vent.

“Did you just call me a baby?” Dustin demands, shoving them into the hallway.

“Nooo, no, no,” Steve insists. He takes two steps in the direction Dustin is going, then checks to see where the vent leads. It’s going in the other direction. He turns around. “Baby. The baby. Gotta get the baby.”

“It’s hungry,” Robin says decisively, even though Steve’s almost positive that’s not the problem.

“I don’t know why these two idiots are so focused on it but I did hear a baby,” Erica says, and Dustin groans.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t think I was the only one around here with working ears,” she says scathingly. “Clearly I was wrong.”

Steve and Robin are already halfway down the hall. Robin stops, cocking her head like a bird, and gasps.

“I hear it! This way!”

She books it around a corner, and she might be only going half as fast as she usually does but she’s still a lot faster than Steve. He stumbles after her, clutching at the weird tubes on the wall for support.

“Get back here!” Dustin hisses, tugging at Steve’s arm. “We have to go!”

“Steve!” Robin shouts at the top of her lungs. “I found the baby!”

Steve manages to drag both himself and Dustin around the corner and into a small room with a metal door. Clearly he needs to start making Dustin exercise because he should not be weaker than Steve is when his bones are soup. Dustin should have solid bones — he drinks a lot of milk, and it’s like, scientifically proven that milk makes your bones stronger. It’s that vitamin — or is it a mineral? Ca— Cancer? No, wrong one. Ca-something. Robin would know.

Anyway Dustin has strong bones so obviously it’s a muscle thing that’s the reason why his arms are really weak and Steve should make him play basketball about it.

Robin’s holding a baby.

“Put that down,” Dustin insists, letting go of Steve to gesture at Robin. She pouts and cuddles the baby closer.

It’s such a cute, perfect baby too. Steve stumbles closer so he can look at the perfect baby. It has soft wisps of brown hair and squishy pink cheeks, and when Robin smooths a thumb over those squishy baby cheeks it stops crying and opens its big brown eyes.

“Steve,” Robin says, staring at him with her own wide eyes, “it’s a girl baby.”

“She’s perfect,” Steve whispers, and he wants to hold her so so bad but he can’t even hold himself up right now and the only thing worse than not holding her is dropping her so he has to leave her with Robin even though it kind of makes him want to cry.

He’s always wanted a baby.

“Okay,” he turns back to Dustin, who’s looking very stressed. “Now we can go.”

“What do you mean ‘now we can go’?”

“We have the baby, let’s go!”

“We can’t just steal a baby!”

“Yes we can,” Robin says, and starts walking out the door. “See? We’re stealing her. Easy peasy.”

“But—!”

“Let’s go, nerd!” Erica says, shoving them all out of the room. “Cry about it later, we need to leave!”

Steve stops to grab a few baby things, though there isn’t much. A white blanket, a few cloth diapers, and a thick stack of folders — the last of which aren’t baby things, but he assumes they’ll be important anyway. The stitching on the corner of the blanket reads ‘Два’, the same as the label on her metal crib.

“Aba,” he mutters, following them to the weird red car. “Like the band?”

Well, it’s probably a beautiful name for a baby girl. In Russian.

[Next]

[h0wdyydee]

POORLY DRAWN GROGU EVERYDAY UNTIL 2022 ENDS: DAY 318, THE FINAL ONE

The last drawing I’ll make for this series! It’s the end of 2022 and also the end for the daily drawings.

I don’t want to get too sappy but thank you SO MUCH to everyone who’s been keeping up with the series. I’ve read all the notes and replies you guys leave and it really means a lot <3. I don’t think I can describe how blown away i am to see that many people finding joy in these drawings.

Not to get sappy I am kind of sad that it’s over, it was really fun to draw (but a pain when I couldn’t figure out what to do lmao). Besides that I hope you guys stick around longer around this blog. I’m not really active on here but I kind of started this series to start posting more and motivate myself to post more of my art. 

For the future of this series, I probably won’t continue it like this. I may do a countdown for season 3 but I feel like this is an appropriate place to end things and I really don’t want to drag out this idea to the point I get of doing it. But who knows! I might do a daily thing but it probably won’t be grogu, ill get there when I get there.

Again I’m just really really happy people enjoyed this dumb little series that I started on a whim. It’s grown to a point where if I told myself earlier this year the impact it would have I’d laugh. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I don’t know how to end this im really sad its done but im glad its over too!! I’m gonna be posting a more coherent comic or something soon but thank you!! i can’t say that enough!! 

I hope y’all continue to support this little blog and join me in whatever weird drawings ill do in the future! 

-howdy

[blueaphelion]

Sabine meeting Din and seeing that at least one other Mandalorian survived the purge

Din explaining that there are actually quite a few others left, including Bo-Katan, and inviting Sabine to join them on a reclaimed Mandalore; it’s her homeworld and she’s welcome to live there with the other survivors

Sabine looking back at Ezra, Hera, Jacen, Chopper, Zeb, Kallus, Ahsoka, and Huyang and declining, because she’s always had a home even if it was never on any particular planet

[darlin-djarin]

it’s just halal din djarin and his (100% beef, grass fed, all halal) shawarma against the world ‼️💯💪🥶 so #halalcore

[zacksfairest]

OYA MANDA!!!!!

and also MANDO!MULAN???? A WOMAN AFTER MY OWN HEART

[gildeddlily]

this is literally me being excited about the new star wars show I just watched going on any social media and only finding people hating on it for the dumbest reasons

[shirozora-draws]

So here we are after a month and a half of sketching out the kind of merch I want to feed my hyperfixation. Not every initial thought survived and I won't touch acrylic standees until a later round, but right now I want to get these done and in my hands by fall of this year.

This is a Brand New Horizon and only intended to be a side project, so bear with me while I figure out how this shit works.

If interested in anything, please fill out this form I slapped together on Google in an hour.

(We'll, uh, revisit art prints at a later date, maybe after I finish Gravity Well and update The Stars)

[loveoaths]

i am very weak for a specific kind of din-centric romance that i’ve yet to see anywhere (probably because it would be tedious to write). i want din to have an Arthurian romance where his Creed and his besk’ad are not obstacles for his partner to vault over into his arms, but part of him, more of him to love. i want din to have a romance where they will love him whether or not they ever get to see his face, or touch his skin, because when din said the helmet is my true face he meant it, and when his paramour said they loved all of him, they meant that, too. the Creed is his blood and the besk’ad his skin and his heart the steady tattoo blasterfire and his soul is the manda and to love a true mandalorian is to love them because of the old ways, not in spite of them. din may walk the galaxy’s gray meridian but his faith in the Creed is absolute. to love him you have to love him for that faith, too.

[inquisitor-apologist]

Look, if we want to go through with the Mando purge of Mandalore backstory, you could do a lot with that! That could be a really interesting direction to take Sabine’s character in! But, uh, making Sabine act ridiculously ooc for all of Ahsoka and then justifying that with a 1-sentence ‘oh her whole family died offscreen that’s why she’s a different character now’ is that also why she’s white, Dave? is uh. Not a good way to do that at all.

Like, imagine an alternate version of Ahsoka where that’s actually an important part of her character instead of a quick get-out-of-ooc-jail-free-card.

Ursa dies on Mandalore, either in the bombings or fighting Gideon, and all of a sudden Sabine is pulled back to Krownest to lead the remnants of her people (because from everything we saw in Rebels, Tristan seems like more of a warrior than a leader) and she’s trying to help her people, to safeguard Lothal, to mourn her mother and Ezra, and she maybe holds it together for a few years—but then Ahsoka comes back, with a new lead on Ezra, and here’s a chance to get away from it all, to get back just one of the things she’s lost. She takes it.

She feels awful about it, because she’s abandoning her people, running away again, but she just can’t deal with it, and she misses Ezra so badly. It’s not forever, she’ll come back this time, she just needs some time. Some space. So she throws everything into getting Ezra back, and it makes her reckless and blind to the threat of Thrawn because all she can see is Ezra. And then it’s an actual flaw, it’s the crux of her character arc, and in the end she’s presented with that choice, destroy the map or get Ezra back, and she chooses right, is able to come to terms with her loss and move on.

And then in the end, she’s able to help get Ezra back with the Purrgil and she’s able to accept everything that happened to her and lead her people. And reclaim the darksaber

Just—you could’ve done something with this, felony, but instead you just destroy her character and shit on all Star Wars?

[staranon95]

decided to get myself back in the saddle and continue my long suffering dincobb camino au.

priest din meeting cowboy cobb. obviously it's gonna get gay

“Where are you centered then?” “Stateside. The US,” he amends.  The man’s eyebrows rise up. “Oh, excellente. What state?” “New Mexico.” “Ah, a neighbour then. I’m out of El Paso.” “No, shit. Cobb Vanth,” he says, extending his hand.  The man shakes his hand with a firm grip of his own. “Din Djarin. So if you’re not here for La Liga, are you here for the trail then?” "Trail, mostly. But I’ll catch a game here and there if it’s offered." “Were you more of a Friday Night Lights kind of guy?” Din stretches his hand over to a small pretzel bowl before him, absent of any wedding ring.  "My mama signed me up for little league to keep me busy. She couldn't afford the equipment for football."  "Mm. Were you any good?"  Cobb nods. "Champs of '72. Took me all the way through high school and I ended up getting a scholarship to go to college but I never made pro."