When U Mom Com Home And Make Hte Spagheti

Captain Viktor and Commander Doom comm by @amikoroyaiart 💚 Tysm for letting me commission you the boys!

Idk. Tavra’s prone to self sacrificing and Boz isn’t about that shit

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

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

Finished Scene Queen Tano !

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

Okay!

I have a Star Wars OC!

He’s the first OC I’ve ever created.

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

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

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

Like myself he is also autistic and bisexual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Thinking about that scene in rotj where Han’s talking about how he needs one more person for his command crew and Luke just dramatically strolls in and is like “count me in buddy!”

Based on this I have decided that with the exceptions of Han, Chewie, Leia, and Wedge, every rebel’s sole experience with Luke is the guy who runs off to do weird magic stuff and then shows up to every meeting fifteen minutes late with starbucks

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.