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cherriielle · 11 months
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the protector ⚡
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engagemythrusters · 8 months
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so very little do we see kanan's disability accomodated for, so this scene is very special to me
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If the Mandalore story in The Clone Wars was live action
(A group effort by the Obitine server ❤️)
Satine Kryze: Cate Blanchett
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Ewan McGregor
Pre Vizsla: Paul Bettany (yeah, he’s Dryden Vos, I know. But look at his cheekbones! It’s too perfect! Also, I headcanon that Pre and Dryden are half-brothers, and you should too!)
Bo-Katan Kryze: Katee Sackhoff
Darth Ketchup: Ray Park & Sam Witwer
Darth Mustard: Clancy Brown
Almec: Charles Dance
Ahsoka: Laura Harrier
Korkie Kryze: Freddie Fox
Lagos: Lucy Boynton
Soniee: Katherine Langford
Amis: John Bell
Fenn Rau: Kevin McKidd (I’m sticking him in because I can)
Edean Tol’ket: Michael Ealy (from @the-obiwan-for-me’s She Said the Word series)
And bonus flashbacks of the Kryze parents (the artwork is mine and the full edit can be found here)
Adonai Kryze: Charlie Hunnam
Satine & Bo’s mother: Anna Torv
Seriously, Anna somehow looks like both Cate and Katee and it drives me insane.
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turkwriter · 8 months
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If you can go out of your way to bring Ryder Azadi and Jai Kell into live-action Ahsoka, I just think you can also bring Hondo Ohnaka and Fenn Rau into live-action Ahsoka. It's only fair.
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darth-memes · 9 months
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AHSOKA COMES OUT IN 13 DAYS!
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jedi-enthusiast · 8 months
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Ok, I've been writing a little for my Vampire!Obi-Wan arranged marriage AU, and one thing I keep thinking about is:
Mandalore fucking stole the Darksaber.
They fucking stole it!
Tarre Visla was born a Mandalorian, yes, but he was raised and grew up as a Jedi! He even became a Knight!
Yes, we know that he had to leave the Order at some point to go help his homeworld- (since we know that he eventually became Manda'lor and Jedi can't hold positions of power) -but we know that he still must've had good relations with the Jedi and still held them in high regard because he gave them his lightsaber.
His lightsaber went to the Jedi when he died---and it had to have been willingly because nothing in canon even hints that the Jedi took it by force, when that definitely would've been something pointed out by Pre Visla in TCW or Fenn Rau in Rebels, if that was the case.
He left his lightsaber, his life, with the Jedi...
...and then Mandalorians broke into the Temple, stole his lightsaber, and then proceeded to use it and his legacy for their own selfish purposes---while also ignoring the fact that he was raised as a Jedi and the fact that he brought peace to Mandalore, rather than the war that they value so much.
Just...every time I think about it, it pisses me off.
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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months
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MURLEY'S NICKNAMES by kazoosandfannypacks, October 2023 posted for sabezraweek2023 day 5- free day! do not repost. this is my first attempt at hand-drawing a comic this long. i had a lot of fun with it, and with all the different sabezra week posts i've done!
taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @sabezraweek {if you'd like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}
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youare7567 · 1 year
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Bo-Katan Kryze receiving the Darksaber STAR WARS REBELS | Heroes of Mandalore
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eleinemk · 8 months
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Long live jovo fett
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jessicas-pi · 9 months
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MANDALORIANAKIN AU INCORRECT QUOTES
Anakin: You have your weirdly sincere humility. Bo-Katan: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.
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Korkie: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? Anakin: Yes, and that’s coming from me.
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Anakin: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity? Bo-Katan, turning to Fenn: How tall are you?
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Anakin: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- Satine: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!
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Satine: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night. Anakin: All I drank was Space Redbull! Satine: How many? Anakin: Eighteen.
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Anakin: Never gonna make you cry! Korkie: Never gonna say goodbye! Anakin: Never gonna tell a lie— Bo-Katan: I will hurt you.
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Korkie: Hey, Auntie Bo? I need advice. Bo-Katan: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?
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*Satine brings Anakin to the Jedi Temple for a visit while she's on Coruscant* Obi-Wan: Would you like to stay for dinner? Qui-Gon, fron the kitchen: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
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Fenn: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Bo-Katan: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.
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Fenn: Why are you on fire? Anakin: This is just how my day is going.
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Anakin (age 9): Miss Satine, I want a bedtime story! Satine: I’ve got a speech to write for a meeting in the morning. I’ll tell you one tomorrow, okay? Anakin: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! Satine: Satine: Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Anakin, who always wanted things his way. One day, his friends got sick of it and locked him in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. Anakin: I don’t like these stories with morals.
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Satine: Fenn, gather the others. We need to have another Anakin-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.
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Korkie and Anakin (when they're kids): Can we go out to get ice cream? Bo-Katan: Did you ask Satine? Korkie: She said no. Bo-Katan: Then why did you ask me? Anakin: She's not the boss of you! Bo-Katan, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.
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Fenn: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Bo-Katan: It was autocorrect. Fenn: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Bo-Katan: Yes.
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Anakin: Padme and I are having another child! Sabine Wren: Aww, congrats! I bet Leia and Luke are so exci— Anakin: *slams down adoption papers* it's you, sign here
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accidental-spice · 1 year
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The Mandalorian S3: *is happening*
Fenn Rau:
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So, since Fenn Rau wasn't in The Mandalorian, I have no choice but to believe that he and Bo-Katan got into a fight, and he broke up with quit on her, and is now in vacation mode
He refuses to return unless Bo-Katan says she's sorry, and that he was right. Which, being Bo, she never will
So now, he's sitting on a beach, ghosting Axe Woves
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canuckianhawkbi · 1 year
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Mando season 3 is here and I have polls so:
(Legends poll here)
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voidartisan · 1 year
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So I got to thinking about how British accents are typically interpreted as Coruscanti or Core accents, which are in turn associated with privilege and high standing. and like. there is so much worldbuilding in that concept alone, particularly when you think about different characters' accents.
I should note here that I'm considering this only as the characters' accents in Galactic Basic, not applying to any other languages. That probably doesn't make much sense, but I'm going with it anyway. Also, disclaimer: I am not a linguist and have never claimed to be.
I figure with Jedi, accents in Basic don't actually mean much. You just pick up the accent of whoever's teaching it to you (if it wasn't already your first language) as the accent of your homeworld fades away. Unless, of course, there are other Jedi who speak your native language and help you keep the language and the accent. (Which has interesting implications for, say, the difference in Shaak Ti and Ahsoka's accents.)
But then you look at characters like Padme and Palpatine. They're from the same planet, but Palpatine speaks with that Core/Coruscanti accent, while Padme does not. I think the most likely answer is that Palpatine faked it until it became natural, to help him mingle with the Galactic elite, while Padme only used the accent specific to the Queen, and only when necessary.
It gets really fascinating when you get to the Mandalorians. Korkie, Almec, Satine, Fenn Rau, and Satine's guard, Aramis, also have the Core/Coruscanti accent. Bo-Katan, Sabine, and Pre Vizsla do not. That lends itself to a whole slew of implications, but I think the most interesting one is that the New Mandalorians were either taught or deliberately cultivated that accent in order to fit in with Republic elite and appear cultured or civilized, combating the stereotype of the brutish, war-like Mandalorian, while Death Watch embraced a more Outer-Rim accent as a rejection of that diplomacy and to show loyalty to the old ways. Sabine and Korkie would have picked theirs up from the people who raised them. Mandalorian Protectors (Satine's bodyguards) may have also been taught Basic with that accent to help them maintain their image while interacting with the Republic's elite.
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better-call-mau1 · 1 year
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Congratulations! You’re being smothered with a completely random headcanon about Mandalorian marriage customs rescued! Please do not resist.
The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir, aka “Lover’s Quarrel”
Alright…so I gotta be honest and say that even though I can’t remember how exactly this headcanon came to me, I’ve been carrying it around for years, ever since first watching Rebels and shipping Sabezra 😅 …and at this point, I feel like it’s burning a hole in my head, trying desperately to get out, so I’m gonna save myself the expense of reconstructive cranial surgery and just share it:
Mandalorians like to fight. Actually, they don’t just like to fight, “weapons are a part of [their] religion,” or at least their culture—and for many, their entire lives are built around that. In the case of the Children of the Watch, strict adherence to a No-Living-Being-Can-See-You-With-Your-Helmet-Off orthodoxy even gets in the way of basic interpersonal behavior, like eating a meal together. The implications of that are…interesting…and not in a “wow that’s cool!” way…more like a “kark, that’s depressing” way.
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Basically, I started to wonder how the “BAM! BOOM! BAM! BOOM! BLOW STUFF UP AND KILL THOSE FORCE-WIELDING MANIACS!” portion of Mandalorian culture (so…most of it?) intersects with intrinsic parts of human…wait, nope, sorry Grogu sentient life—namely romantic intimacy. (Paz Vizsla has, presumably, not taken his helmet off in decades…and he has a son who’s probably 12ish years old, tops…so do you think he ever stares at his kid and tries parsing out his own features to get an idea of what his wife looks like?) It’s an extreme example from an extreme sect, but there’s application to Mandalorian society as a whole. Where does love fit into a worldview or galaxy-view, I guess where conflict is a core tenet? When do individuals stop existing as warriors and start existing as people? Do they ever?
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Anyway, the point is that on its face, the cultural dogma doesn’t seem to leave much room for authentic social and romantic intimacy, especially the latter since, ya know, the beskar has to come off both literally and figuratively in order to procreate. It’s difficult for me to see how the necessity of physical and emotional vulnerability can coexist with the rest of Mando culture—so let’s just leave it at that.
But for a civilization to survive as long as Mandalore has without totally disintegrating, those intimate relationships have to exist, and there’s plain evidence that they do. For all their problems, the Wren family clearly loves each other, and we even get a glimpse of some soft Alrich/Ursa PDA in “Heroes of Mandalore.” Then there’s Bo-Katan, who still cares deeply for her sister despite…well…joining a terrorist faction to help overthrow her. That says something, right?
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Wrapping my mind around how authentic love can exist in a fictional warrior society really got me thinking—so much so that I headcanoned a ritual (Riduurok Akaanir, “Lover’s Quarrel”) to help myself work it all out.
The general idea? On Mandalorian wedding nights, the bride and groom have a private duel. A duel to the death? Maybe if it’s an arranged marriage and one party really wants out and I’m gonna speculate that Bo-Katan widowed herself at least four times before running off to join Death Watch.
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More commonly, though, it’s just a playful act to embody love transcending conflict. Alrich Wren, for example, isn’t a traditional warrior, but Ursa didn’t assert her superior combat prowess on their wedding night by firing a wrist rocket at his face something Bo-Katan probably did to a few of the short-lived husbands Satine picked out for her. (“Parry this, you kriffing casual.”) Instead, I’d like to think Alrich and Ursa went through the basic motions of a hand-to-hand duel, not necessarily to prove who’s the better warrior, but as an intimate prelude to the actual consummation of their marriage—almost like a mutually disarming dance. (Could it be light-heartedly competitive? Sure! As the first Mando to perform the Riduurok Akaanir with a Jedi, Sabine would go all-out to make sure she doesn’t lose to Ezra! 😆) When the dance-duel ends, they set aside their warrior identities to become something more: husband and wife. It’s like a way of saying, “As Mandalorians, what we do is fight, but we’re more than mere weapons. We fight so we can love. We wear armor to protect ourselves, our homes, and our families. It’s an important part of who we are, but we’re ultimately made of flesh and blood, not cold beskar.”
So that’s the point of Riduurok Akaanir, a term I came up with using this nifty English to Mando’a online translator (before I just called it “Wedding Night Fight” in my head). It’s not supposed to be a blanket explanation—but intimacy and vulnerability don’t have clear utility in a warrior culture, and this is my best attempt at bridging that perceived gap.
If you made it down this far without dozing off, enjoy this Sabezra incorrect quote! 😁
Fenn Rau: I trust that Sabine briefed you on Mandalorian wedding customs?
Ezra: Yep! I know exactly how not to get myself killed before officially becoming a married man.
Rau: The trick is not getting yourself killed *after* becoming a married man. Did she explain what happens on the wedding night?
Ezra: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Rau:
Ezra:...yeahthatsnotreallysomethingIneedorwantSabinetoexplaintomeandKanankindofgavemethelowdownbackduringmyJeditrainingdayssoIthinkIknowwhattodobutthanksanyway.
Rau: Kanan taught you about the Mandalorian ‘lover’s quarrel,’ then? His instruction was even more thorough that I imagined. Or maybe he always knew you and Sabine would end up together.
Ezra: Sorry, did you say...?
Rau: The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir is usually non-fatal. Sabine seems to be genuinely fond of you, so I’m sure you’ll survive to see the sunrise.
Ezra:
Ezra:
Ezra: Oh kriff.
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dystopicjumpsuit · 3 months
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I know you’ve gotta be tired of seeing me in your inbox🫣, but I’m back again with a first kiss request from the B-side
may I please be so bold as to request:
"are you sure about this?" with THE Fenn Rau 🤩
SEV MY BELOVED! I will never, ever be tired of seeing you in my inbox! I apologize for how long this took me to turn around, but the muse strikes when the muse strikes, and today, the muse struck in the shower (where else?). And so, without further ado, I give you:
The Protector of Chopper Base
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A/N: I hope you enjoy this offering for an extremely rare blorbo. Fenn fans are an endangered species, but we have each other’s backs. The (slightly fudged) prompt will be in bold blue 💙
Pairing: Fenn Rau x Reader (GN; medic)
Rating: T
Wordcount: 845
Warnings and tags: fluff; smooching; Wedge Antilles is a warning; AP-5 is an omen
Summary: The Protector of Concord Dawn helps you unwind after a hellish shift in the med bay.
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There weren’t many truly private spaces at Chopper Base, but just inside the perimeter, you’d managed to find a cozy little cargo crate that afforded at least a semblance of solitude—a quiet place where you could unwind after shifts in the base’s “med bay,” which was just an official way of saying, “a relatively clean place where you could perform first aid and triage.” Some days, you’d join Zeb in his hideout to decompress, but if work had been particularly grueling, you’d sneak off to your little corner to be alone.
Sometimes you’d sit and stare out at the wilderness beyond the perimeter fence. Other times, like today, you’d lie on your back on top of the crate, eyes closed as you soaked up the sun, the silence, and the solitude. Alas, privacy was an illusion, and your peace was soon shattered by a familiar voice.
“Doc! Come quick, it’s urgent!”
“Is it really urgent, or is it ‘Wedge urgent’?” you asked without moving or opening your eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wedge asked, affronted.
“Is anyone dying?” you asked.
“No.”
“Does anyone have a broken bone, or a wound that is actively bleeding?” you pressed.
“... No.”
“Is it about inventory?” a second voice cut in—a voice that never failed to make you smile when you heard it.
“Uhh…” Wedge sounded sheepish.
“Then it can wait,” the voice replied.
“But AP-5—”
“The Doc deserves a break,” the voice interrupted firmly.
Wedge sighed in defeat, and you heard the sound of his retreating footsteps. After a moment, a shadow passed over your closed eyelids, blocking out the sun. You opened your eyes and squinted up, unable to suppress your smile when you saw Fenn Rau gazing down at you with an amused expression.
“Is he gone?” you whispered.
“For now,” he replied.
“Thanks to the Protector of Chopper Base,” you smiled.
You sat up to make room for him next to you on the crate, and he sat down, his beskar armor clanging against the durasteel. 
Damn it, he smells good. I probably smell like bacta. And worse.
“Long day?” he asked.
“Hmph,” you replied, which he correctly interpreted to mean “hellish.”
“I assume you don’t want to talk about it?”
“You know me so well,” you replied. “Please tell me you brought spotchka.”
“I brought spotchka.”
He held a durasteel flask, and you sighed happily. “Gods, I could kiss you right now.”
He smirked. “Are you sure about that?”
Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and back again. “Yeah, actually. I am.”
His eyes widened, and a warm blush swept over his face, washing his cheeks and ears in a shade of pink that clashed adorably with his red hair. You leaned in slightly, giving him plenty of space if he wasn’t interested, and when he didn’t retreat, you raised your hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw and draw him closer to you. He swallowed audibly, and then he leaned in.
The first brush of your lips against his was light, soft. He drew a breath sharply through his nose, and when you grazed the tip of your tongue against his lips in gentle exploration, you heard the durasteel flask clatter to the ground and roll away. His hands, now free, wrapped around the back of your head and pulled you more firmly against him as he kissed you deeply. 
When your lips parted at last, he caressed your cheek with his knuckles. The distant, professional part of your brain noted that you were experiencing several intriguing symptoms: tachycardia, tachypnea, presyncope. The rest of your brain just knew that your heart was pounding, your breath was racing, you felt lightheaded, and you wanted to do it all over again. You tilted your head closer again, and—
“There you are,” AP-5’s imperious, annoying karking mechanical voice cut in. “I’ve been looking for you, medic. I have a list of several inventory discrepancies that require your immediate attention.”
You closed your eyes, drew a deep breath through your nose, and counted to five. It didn't work, so you continued on to ten. When you opened your eyes, Fenn still held his face very close to yours.
“Would you like me to shoot him for you?” he offered, his breath warm and soft against your lips.
“I beg your pardon?” AP-5 demanded.
You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “I mean, it’s not like I’d be the one who had to patch him up. I repair organics, not droids. So... Sure. Go for it.”
“Now, wait a moment!” the droid objected.
“We could also just go somewhere else,” Fenn observed. “I’m fairly certain we could outrun him. I do have a jetpack, you know.”
“True,” you replied. “Besides, he’s found my hideout now.”
“Quite right,” Fenn said as he stood and extended a hand to help you up, then retrieved the fallen bottle of spotchka. “Your position has been compromised. But I have a fallback.” 
“And I can think of a few compromising positions I’d like to explore,” you replied. 
“Shall we?”
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darth-memes · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIYA SIRCAR!
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