I just. Love Mando’a so fucking much. It’s so great.
They have three different words to describe ways to be stabbed. Bikadinir (to stab with a broad blade; “run through”), chekar (to stab with a small blade, “shiv”), and kalikir (to stab with a narrow blade, “skewer”).
They have one pronoun. Kaysh. That’s it. Buir is just parent, there’s no mom/dad. No son/daughter, just ad, ad’ika, ikaad. Child. Vod can mean sibling, friend, comrade. All at once. Amazing.
They have dozens of ways to insult someone. Di’kut, someone who forgets to put their pants on. Utreekov, emptyhead. Najaat, no honor. Dini, lunatic. Kaysh mirsh solus, “their brain cell is lonely.” Skanah, “much hated person/thing.” Hut’uun, coward. Ge’hut’uun, not even notable enough to be called a coward (how insulting is that?). Demagolka, originating from Demagol, the name of a scientist who was so fucking shitty that his name became the worst insult a Mandalorian could call you. And that insult is child abuser, monster, war criminal, someone with no honor.
And then there’s “shab”, which we don’t have an official definition for, but the fandom collectively agrees it means “fuck.” Because we have shabiir (to screw up), shab’la (screwed up), shab’rudur (to screw with), and shabuir (jerk but much stronger, AKA asshole/motherfucker).
And Mando’ade don’t say “I love you.” They say “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” I hold you in my heart for eternity. Like. Are you serious. That’s so much better than “I love you.” If someone said that to me I would die on the spot.
Mirshmure’cya means “brain kiss.” Slang for headbutt, which is a thing Mando’ade do a lot, apparently. And it’s a sign of affection, too. They show affection by gently bonking their helmets together. How adorable is that???
Oh, and shereshoy. A lust for life “and much more.” Represented by orange on their armor. “The enjoyment of each day and the determination to seek and grab every possible experience, as well as surviving to see the next day - hanging onto life and relishing it.” And that “oy” at the end of it, derived from “Oya!”
“Oya”, which can mean so many things. A war cry before a fight or hunt. A celebration. An encouragement. “Let’s hunt!” “Hoorah!” “Cheers!” “That’s the spirit!”
This post got much longer than I meant it to lol. I’ll stop here. But you get the gist. Mando’a is a wonderful language and I am in love with it.
magic system where “dark magic” and “light magic” are literal terms - dark magic consumes photons, making an area around the spell visibly darker, sometimes to an Extreme extent, and light magic releases photons.
because of this most dark mages tend to work in very brightly-lit areas (either artificial light or outside in the daytime) to fuel their spells and wear and use lightly coloured clothes and tools so that they’re easier to see in the dimness their spells create, whereas light mages wear heavy, sometimes leaden robes (depending on the work being done) and the magical equivalent of welding masks to protect themselves from what can be an extreme amount of light, and sometimes other kinds of electromagnet radiation!
needless to say this is incredibly confusing for anyone unfamiliar with the culture
The Mandalorian extended his right hand towards Luke, who hesitated only briefly before offering his left. Bridger lifted it as he unhooked the clasp beneath his helmet a second time. He shifted the helmet just enough to be able to kiss the back of Luke’s fingers. His lips were soft, and Luke could feel the scratch of stubble grazing his knuckles. Luke’s heart was hammering behind his ribs as the helmet clicked back into place.
“Sleep well, Luke,” Bridger said.
It took a few seconds before words finally found their way back into his head. “You too,” he finally replied.
fanart for Cin Vehtin by @laelish , a work that currently has me in a chokehold
more jarael art!! i imagine she had her crusty moments on the assorted shitbox ships she had to live in lol
Full armour to match the Mandalorian!Loki helmet I drew ✨
I want to know about all your clone Oc’s. Tell me everything to there batch mates and personality all the way to their favorite way to cut an onion. I want everything.
Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker (background) Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, One-Sided Attraction, Pining, this is sad im sorry, Angst No Happy Ending, Rex is supportive of Anakin/Padmé hes just gay and depressed, Clone Centric (Star Wars), no sex but sex is discussed Summary:
Rex’s armor was too thick and his blacks too insulating, he was never able to feel the heat of Skywalker’s palm when he touched him, just the pressure.
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Short and sad one-sided Rexwalker
"compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a jedi's life. so you might say that we are encouraged to love."
ANAKIN SKYWALKER (STAR WARS)
→ my top 50 fictional characters [02/50]
U can watch Star Wars so many times and it doesn’t prepare u for how dumb Star Wars is. For one thing I think we gloss over how kenobi (who has definitely been at the club. Please.) describes the mos eisley cantina as the worst most villainous place ever and then u get inside and it’s a pack of muppets vaping
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[id: It’s two drawings, one a half body of a clone with his hands on his hips, and the second of said clone talking to a Twi’lek Jedi. He is drawn with chin-length hair that is done half up half down, a goatee, and a tattoo on his forehead. The Jedi is wearing clone armor, a metal headpiece, and a brown cloak. Both of their armor is decorated with maroon paint. /end id]
Padme, the child queen, who wears her stoic face of diplomacy under a ten pound wig and headpiece, who poses pillar-straight under even heavier 50 pound elaborate gowns, who pleads to the Galactic Senate to help her planet. Her planet was blockaded, her cities invaded, her people captured and detained in camps. The queen Padme, whose pleas were democratically ignored due to the greed of corrupt senators allied with the Trade Federation that sought to seize her planet. Padme, the young queen, with her back straight and her face calm and unlined, had to bear their dismissal. Padme, who assisted in the defense of her planet with two Jedi and a boy they pulled from slavery. A boy who called her an angel and did not hesitate to risk his life to help save hers when thousands of galactic representatives so recently declared the lives of her and her planet not worth the risk or effort.
And years later when this boy cries over his mother, only just dead, and admits to slaughtering those who captured and imprisoned her, Padme thinks, “This is a man who will do anything for me, will slay my enemies, will be the anger I should not feel. He is worth the risk and effort.”