#also where do u guys find mando'a

[midnightcreator12]

Hi midnightcreator. I saw your post about friends week OC-tober. Assuming there's still spots open can I offer this quote/prompt? "My mother always said you should dance with your worst enemy at least once before you kill them. So 'hero', how's your footwork?"

Sorry this took a hot minute, lotta stuff happened back to back and...well, I wasn't sure what to do with the prompt for awhile

Shout out to @posthocpaganda for helping me with that, gave me an awesome idea that I have cut a little short for this but might lengthen it and add it to the one-shot series at a later date.

Also I wasn't going to do a title but I had to tilt it in word for easy finding and.....it was funny

The Enemy of My Enemy is Still My Enemy But They’re Low Priority Now

Mando'a Translations for this:

Shab, shabbing - fuck, fucking

Buir - parent (father in this case)

She’d been dumb. Chula could fully admit to herself that taunting a Trandoshan was a very dumb move on her part. And missing his buddy with the supped up stun rifle was an even dumber misstep.

But she was fine with that. Even when she woke up to the tell-tale headache from someone actually using a poison to subdue her. She’d, of course, been stripped of almost all her gear except her armor. She’d growled at that, missing the weight of her slug-thrower, but she couldn’t do much until the Trandoahan ship dumped her on whatever island had been chosen for their hunt.

The headache and shaky limbs dissipated moments before the steady rumble of the ship stalled and changed. Chula’s sharp ears knew the moment before she was dropped right at where the water met the island, a thick jungle that was nearly pitch black even with a full moon. She took off running the moment her feet hit the ground. Trandoshans were a race she had studied quite a bit and she knew they tended to gun down ‘prey’ that didn’t take advantage of their head start.

She spent a number of hours trying to puzzle together some kind of plan. If she wanted to get off planet, she’d have to get back on the ship that brought her here and to do that….she’d have to fight a lot of Trandoshans.

She didn’t fear the reptilian race but she was arrogant enough to assume her size and strength would give her a big enough advantage when it came from getting from the land to the ship.

By the time the sun rose and the hunt parties had entered the forest, Chula had a very rough Plan A. She could turn the tables a bit, stalk the hunters and try and get ahold of one of the smaller transports.

But, hours later, her Plan A wasn't going great, mostly because all the lizard-brains had left their shuttles gods-know where and were sneaking around on foot in an attempt to sneak up on their targets. It would have been a good plan if they were after most Mandalorians…just not a Mandalorian who had spent a decent amount of her youth tree jumping on Lasan.

Prime example, the scrawny Trandoshan that had been slinking around the trunks of trees, rifle raised and primed. And Chula followed above him, claws silent as they dug into the bark of the stea=rdy tree limbs. She was hoping he would circle to one of the transports or let something slip….she didn’t know what but he was the third guy she’d started following and she was getting impatient.

She tensed when the Trandoshan stilled, head tipping to the side. There was no way he had heard her but….if he had, she hoped there was more in the hunting party.

The rifle suddenly flashed and the Trandoshan let out a throaty squawl as he charged into the brush where he’d shot.

Chula’s eyes narrowed. The only reason he would have shot was if he saw a target.

Which meant that she wasn’t the only unwilling participant on the island.

Chula launched from her perch to the next tree branch, covering the distance between her and the hunter in moments before dropping on top of the Trandoshan. He yowled in pain as Chula slammed onto him but the cry was cut short when her claws closed around his neck and snapped the spinal cord.

She looked up from the body, scanning for the person that he’d been shooting at.

But when her eyes found them, she froze.

And for a moment, she saw red.

Of all the places. Of every deity-damned place in the entire shabbing GALAXY, somehow, she was here too.

“Are you shabbin’ with me right now?!”

“Nice to see you too,” Bo-Katan shabbing Kryze muttered back from where she sat, cradling her side where a new blaster burn marred her flightsuit.

Chula stood, a growl building in her chest as she glared down at Kryze, “What the shab are you doin’ here?”

“Look who’s talking,” Bo-Katan hissed back. Her helmet tipped in a very purposeful scan up and down Chula “See you’ve had a growth spurt.”

“Answer my shabbin’ question Kryze!”

Kryze sighed, that stupid, long suffering one that she did when she felt she was being wrongfully blamed.

Chula used to answer with sympathetic hums. Now, she just growled louder.

“I got sloppy, got snatched, along with a few rookies. Been here for, oh, three days now,” Kryze replied. “‘Bout time one of them got a lucky shot.”

Chula huffed, looking around them, “And where are these ‘rookies’, hm?”

“And this point? Mounted on some Trandoshans wall.”

Chula’s snarl grew even louder as she stormed over to Kryze, reaching down with one massive hand to snatch her up by the collar and slam her against the closest tree, “I should shabbin’ gut you right now, you know that?”

Kryze hissed as her injury was strained, “Verd, we don’t have time for-”

“Oh, I think I do,” Chula snarled, pushing her helmet back to flash her teeth in Kryze’s face.. “You see what I did to him? Trandoshan hide is a lot tougher than yours.” She pressed against Kryze’s throat, letting her claws dig into the fabric and skin underneath.

Kryze growled back, hands moving up to grip Chula’s arm, “Look, you hate me, I understand that. But what happened to your Buir wasn’t-”

“Don’t you DARE say it wasn’t your fault!” Chula roared. “You were the one who went runnin’ to Vizla without a second thought!”

“I just informed him about a possible leak! Your Buir was going to expose us to the New Mandalorians!”

Chula’s growls became lower, more animal-like, pupils shrinking until the glow of her eyes hid them completely, “So that justifies gunnin’ him down like a mad beast?”

“He shouldn’t have run! Vizsla would have been fair-!”

Chula roared at that, rearing back and slamming Kryze into the tree again. Her hands squeezed, threatening to snap the delicate cartilage of Kryze’s throat, “Vizsla is a bastard who only cares about bringing glory back to his clan name. The only reason I didn’t march on with my Buir is because we were gettin’ off planet. You ran to Vizsla like a scared dog and told him we were traitors!”

Kryze struggled but she was half Chula’s size and nowhere near her strength, “I will not take responsibility for Drace Verd’s death.”

Chula snarled, leaning in closer. “Give me one good reason not to rip your shabbin’ head off your shoulders.”

Kryze grunted in pain but still managed to hiss back, “One, no way you’re gonna get out of her by yourself. But I’ve been here long enough that I have valuable intel that you need if you want to get to the primary ship. And two, I know you don’t want to beat me like this, where you have the clear advantage.”

Chula growled, eyes narrowing into slits and her rage boiling through her blood.

“You want a fair fight, right? You’re all about fair fights. I’m injured, dehydrated, haven’t eaten a proper amount of food in three days. Doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

The trunk next to Bo-Katana’s head splintered as Chula’s fist bore into it.

And then she hit the ground with a loud crash as Chula spun away, claws still flexing and growls becoming a loud roar of frustration.

Because she didn’t give a damn about being fair when taking Kryze down. She had sold her Buir out to Vizsla, had completely destroyed any trust or respect Chula had had for her-

But as competent as Chula was, she knew her chances of leaving this jungle island alive by herself were low. 

She heaved in deep breaths to try and calm herself.

“So?” Kryze coughed out. “We have a truce until we get off planet?”

Chula inhaled once more before her head snapped around, eyes flashing dangerously, “There’s a sayin’, on Lasan. I’m told my mother was fond of it.” She stalked closer to Kryze until she was looming over the other woman. “One should dance with their worst enemy at least once before you kill them. So, Kryze, how’s your footwork?”

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[loth-wolffe]

Hiii :) I don’t know if the deadline has passed but I wanna congratulate you on 400 followers!! 💖💖 You totally deserve every single one of them! You are an absolutely amazing human being 💙

And if this is still up, here is a lil something about me for the ship-thingy :)

I like listening to music and baking. I would love to learn more languages but some of them are really hard. I’m the type of person that would fixate on something for a long time and if I don’t get an answer then I’m not moving on. Sometimes it’s good but then sometimes it’s not lol. I really like Dogma to be honest with you and I do believe he deserves all the love in the world because I kinda get what he did, I am a sucker for rules too and I try to comply with that people tell me.

HI HELLO HI ! DONT WORRY YOU'RE ALL GOOD<3 and thank youuuu, you're really sweet. giving u all my mwahs ily 😚

sO. I'm not gonna say dogma just bc I know that like. you love dogma with all your heart and soul but.

listen.

dogma.

right.

uh so before anything happens, wanna say sorry if this is out of character. i don't know much about dogma to like, have a full grasp of how he'd be or what kind of headcanons to make for him so I just sort of went with the flow and with whatever felt right. so. uh yeah. hope you like it<3

so okay. the first thing I thought about while reading ur little resumé, vicky my darling (can I call u vicky?), i was like. iMAGINE. how cute it would be soft times between u and little dogma like.

i can totally picture you guys like, in those slow days where you have nothing to do and dogma plays some slow music on your record player, and youre cuddling on the couch, he's laying above you, your fingers running up and down through the short hair at the nape, and he has one hand curled around you as the other is almost touching the floor.

and you murmur the lyrics ever so softly, and it's just that. you two sharing this moment and listening to some music and just loving each other.

he falls asleep sometimes, and other times he just moves slightly to look at you, and when you find him you kiss the tattooed skin on his forehead and he gives you this lazy smile before hiding his face on the crook of your neck bc there are times he gets shy with all the love u give him. and sometimes you talk in hushed voices, music louder than your words but because of the closeness you hear just perfect.

and. i know I keep saying i don't think the clones speak that much mando'a but like. dogma definitely learns the language at its fullest just so he can teach it to you. don't fight me on this because he totally would.

dogma likes to help you around when you bake, but he also enjoys just watching you work. it's then when he feels the calmest. it's just all so domestic. and he's living for those moments.

and when !!! you ask him to have a taste he just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'D BE SO CUTE and silly bc like I said, this is where he's the most comfortable. so he's more loose than usual.

i imagine him like, maybe he's leaning against the counter or whatever, close to where you keep the bowls and stuff in case you ask for anything, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you own the kitchen, and there's this soft smile on his face, amber eyes never leaving you, filled with this love and adoration.

you taste the mix, and frown slightly.

"d?" he hums, to let you know he's paying attention, "what do you think?" you ask, placing the spoon close to his lips and he looks at it, puzzled. "have a taste."

he takes a little bit of the mix with his finger, and you roll your eyes because of course. and you watch him as he takes a moment to process what it tastes like, his brows knit together just the slightest and he looks at the spoon with intense eyes, as if by looking at it would decipher what's wrong with it.

"it's good." he says eventually, but it's not, there's something missing you know it.

"you sure?"

dogma nods, hesitating because you are, and when you taste it again he smirks, and goes

"you know, I'm not sure, might need to have another taste." and he just, kisses you, sweetly, gently, a touch that takes away your breath and makes your legs feel weak, tongue sweeping your bottoms lip before exploring your mouth as if it were the first time.

he hums before pulling apart, leaving you confused for a moment and only him had the power to kiss you silly.

"needs more vanilla." he whispers into your lips, his own ghosting yours as he speaks, breath tickling your skin, and before leaning back to kiss you again, he murmurs, "but need to be sure first."

#*laughs nervously* #is this dogma? #i mean #i hOPE so #ari answers #ship games #thank u so much for asking my love #love u