#mij gilamar

[phoenixyfriend]

Shmi Acquires Some Teenagers... Sort Of

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Two weeks pass before something changes, and someone new is introduced to Satine and Obi-Wan's routine. Unfortunately, the someone new is not Qui-Gon Jinn, here to rescue them. Fortunately, the someone new is not a torture specialist or some other horror Death Watch is keeping up their sleeves for when Tor arrives. The woman has near a decade on them, and seems meek as a mouse. She is not shoved into the cell like they were, and isn’t even made to wear cuffs. Her clothing is threadbare and stained, but she is… clean and fed, and not carrying any particularly visible bruises. When she turns to the closing door, her profile is visible for long enough that Obi-Wan can see the bulge of her stomach. Ah.

Anyway, yeah, have a thing where Shmi, for Reasons, ends up in a Kyr'tsad jail cell with Obitine.

Shmi is twenty-eight years of age when she is purchased from Gardulla.

She is also seven months pregnant.

Her new owner is young. Fifteen, perhaps as young as twelve, though the tattoos make it hard to tell. He is gruff and rough and angry, stiff with the Hutts and their enforcers in a way that tries and fails to mask that he’s not yet fully grown. He is not particularly careful with Shmi. He ensures that she is not too damaged, at least, because his master—and he insists that he is an apprentice, not a slave, but she has her doubts how he radiates his fear—is interested in the child she carries, not her.

She is a little bruised, by the time they are in hyperspace, but she is not ill or bleeding, not even from a blister. There is a medical droid to ensure it.

Days pass. They are jolted from hyperspace. They are boarded by Mandalorians in grey-blue armors, and her new owner—or fellow slave—is subdued. He had a sword, red and flaming, and is missing a limb by the time he makes it to the escape pods.

Without her.

(She pities him, a little, to be so young and so desperate to please a master who does not care.)

The Mandalorians find her, and she does not fight. She does not imagine they will be any more careful with her than the boy was. She does not wish to lose her child, for all that it has put her life in danger more than most slaves would expect of such a condition.

They aren’t sure what to do with her, and she does not speak enough of their language to know what it is that they are saying. She thinks—thinks—that this was an opportunistic boarding, not a deliberate attack.

Her Basic is a little shakier than it could be. They do not speak Huttese. They put her in a brig, and mostly forget about her for the rest of the week and change that it takes to reach their destination.

She is fed, and the medical droid from the zabrak’s ship is given leave to check on her just long enough to prescribe some vitamin or other.

They reach the destination. The Mandalorians argue with each other, and the only words she catches are portmanteaus with Manda: Mand’alor, Mando’ade, Manda’yaim, and so many more that she worries for ever learning more than a fraction of this language.

And Jedi. She’s mostly sure she heard Jedi.

--

Obi-Wan is a failure of a padawan.

Satine scoffs and kicks him when he says it, telling him that he’s fifteen—though he might be sixteen, at this point, given how time slips away when on the run—and all the magic in the world isn’t a sure thing against a dozen heavily-armed Death Watch. They’ve been captured, fine, so what? He’ll get them out. Between her brains and his magic, they’ll escape.

He thinks she’s trying to be nice.

It sort of works.

Even if she technically called him stupid.

They keep track of guard rotations and scrounge for dropped scraps of metal and glass, pretending to be too caught up in kissing and crying to figure out how to escape.

Kissing is a great cover for trying to pry up the casing on Obi-Wan’s Force-nullifying cuffs.

Two weeks pass before something changes, and someone new is introduced to their routine.

Unfortunately, the someone new is not Qui-Gon Jinn, here to rescue them.

Fortunately, the someone new is not a torture specialist or some other horror Death Watch is keeping up their sleeves for when Tor arrives.

The woman has near a decade on them, and seems meek as a mouse. She is not shoved into the cell like they were, and isn’t even made to wear cuffs. Her clothing is threadbare and stained, but she is… clean and fed, and not carrying any particularly visible bruises.

When she turns to the closing door, her profile is visible for long enough that Obi-Wan can see the bulge of her stomach.

Ah.

“You stay here,” the guard says, slow and careful, more so than they bother with when speaking with Obi-Wan. “Do not run.”

“I understand, Masters,” the woman says, softly and with a heavy accent.

Hutt space.

The guard nods stiffly, and then leaves.

The woman looks around the room. Obi-Wan scrambles to his feet. “Here, sit down!”

She blinks at him, and then nods and makes her way to the bed. There is a bench, but the bed is padded, if barely.

Satine scoots over a little to give her room.

“I’m Obi-Wan,” he says. “Obi-Wan Kenobi. That’s Satine.”

“Satine Kryze,” she corrects. “Bit late to hide my identity from Kyr’tsad.”

Kyr’tsad, the woman mouths, brows pinching. She blinks, and shakes her head, and says, “I am Shmi Skywalker. I do not speak Basic much. I will need help, if you can.”

Obi-Wan thinks, and tries, “Mi man-tie Huttuk no vanlocha.” [1]

A smile passes across her face. “Basic is better for me, ah… Not Huttese for you.”

There’s a pause in the middle of her speech, as if searching for a word she cannot remember.

“We can both try,” Obi-Wan offers, “and learn.”

Shmi nods.

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#shmi skywalker #satine kryze #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #obitine #mij gilamar #anakin skywalker #(he's a newborn tho) #pregnancy #star wars #the clone wars #phoenix files #sw legends

[chocmarss]

Lionheart

Summary:

“We found you half-dead already, ad,” the voice says, and Cody’s attention immediately sharpens on the pet name. “I’m surprised you’re still kicking, but someone recognised you when they hauled your sorry shebs into my medbay.”

tcw. repcomm meet. cody-centric. post tcw. fulcrum!cody. rated T. 4.1k+ words. (1/4)

Notes: Thank you @codyday2224 for organising this special day for our boy! Gave me that push I need to write something about him 🧡

Unknown, Unknown, 17 BBY

When Cody wakes up, it feels as if he’s been slugged in the head with a blaster.

He won’t be surprised if that’s exactly what’s happened, from where the back of his head prickles with something of a ghostly press. That sucks.

“Ah, hello,” a voice suddenly says, and it’s taken most of Cody’s hard-rock grip on himself to actually prevent that startled jump. “Glad you’re awake.”

His heart’s making a racket, though. Force on a karking wheel, what the kriff.

“Easy. Didn’t mean to scare you,” the voice continues, and there’s a soft beep on Cody’s side that sounds like a heart monitor. “You’re alright.”

His eyelids refuse to pry themselves open, heavily sealed together with the glue of his sleep-yuck. The lack of cooperation has annoyance trudging past the haze of pain when Cody tries his best to find out if he’s on the way to being killed soon, and if killing him requires as much effort as letting him go through torture first.

Would it have been kinder if they just got on with it? Cody isn’t opposed to keeping his nails in tact, if that’s the case.

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#cody day 2224 #coday #coday 2224 #cody day 2024 #commander cody #mij gilamar #kal skirata #ordo skirata #the clone wars #rebellion era #republic commando #star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #tcw fic #marswrites #marsrb

[crispyjenkins]

dha kar'ta "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

am planning on starting up a wip wednesday sort of thing (maybe next week?), which will definitely be more than star wars related stuff, but i've also just exceeded a thousand hours on skyrim in less than a year and wanted to celebrate(?) (i actually hit a thousand a few days ago, but in true fixation fashion, kept playing instead of posting anything over here lmao) so here's a dha kar'ta wip 'cause jango is fighting me a little bit but new chapter soon!! i promise!!

 “As soon as Satine is unseated, the Mandalore System’s full neutrality nullifies, unless Jango chooses to reinstate it.”

  “And he’d rather die than do that,” Bosoloc pipes up helpfully.

  “Yes, and at that point, Mandalore can choose to pursue rejoining the Republic for the first time since the Kyr’am Turr’e, because New Mandalore never officially seceded to the Senate.”

  “Which Jang’alor would also rather die than do.”

  Obi-Wan acknowledges Ezovac with a nod. “The politics of sovereign states that exist within sectors technically under control of the Republic are a disaster at best, and almost no one in the Senate is willing to deal with it long enough for a planet to get the flimsiwork through.” Melidaan is a Republic planet now, but the Young didn’t always intend it to be, and Nield couldn’t read, so Obi-Wan had done a lot of that research between battles; and being on the run from Death Watch actually afforded a considerable amount of downtime during his year on Mandalore, and, well. A big part of that Obi-Wan had thought it was all information he’d need to know if Satine asked him to stay, and Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite learned how to let someone love him unless he can be useful to them.

  Actually, it’s rather convenient that he had done all this research for Mandalore specifically, if thirteen years too early — perhaps the Force was simply preparing him for this Mandalore, not Satine’s. 

  Across the mess table, Kal groans loudly and slumps his head down. “Fine, I’ll bite, kih’Alor: what’s any of that got to do with Duchess Demagolka?”

  “Theoretically,” Obi-Wan sighs again, pushing a grumbling Dha further into his mind so he can concentrate, “Mandalore does not actually have to declare itself as anything; there are plenty of planets in the outer rim that have sovereignty without officialising it with the Republic.”

  “But...?”

  “But, thanks to Satine, Mandalore is embroiled in Senate politics nine ways to Corellian Hells, and it’ll be even worse if she makes any headway with the beskar mines while we’re off fighting Vizsla. We simply can’t withdraw from those politics, not when Mandalore’s history is so entwined with the Republic’s, not unless we want to go full isolationist from the rest of the galaxy.” He glances at his other table-/councilmates, and is relieved to see they seem to be keeping up, if looking a bit exhausted by it; Obi-Wan shares the sentiment.

  Luckily, the mess is empty now with everyone returning to their increased post-battle duties, or Obi-Wan is sure they’d have had quite a few more complaints about the impromptu government lesson happening in the middle of the tent.

  Kal rubs his eyes, shaking himself before turning back to Obi-Wan, his frown as deep as ever, but at least he still seems willing to listen.

  “So, we can’t just go after the Senate’s pet Mandalorian without burning those bridges, unless we have proof she’s in league with a terrorist?”

  “Precisely. And technically, with Mandalore as a sovereign state, the Senate can’t do anything about the change in power, unless they plan to go to war with every Mandalorian in the galaxy, but proving she made the first move will give us significantly more support for instating Jango instead.”

  “I feel like my brains are coming out my ears,” Bosoloc whispers woodenly, staring down at the remains of the protein gruel on her tray. 

  “You don’t have ears,” Myles reminds her, chin in his hand, and she kicks him under the table. 

  “What I want to know,” Mij speaks for the first time, easily dodging one of Myles’ flailing arms, “is how you even know about the Kyr’am Turr’e, Obi-Wan.”

  Bosoloc turns away from tormenting Myles to add, “Yes, I was going to ask about that, because I have no idea what the Death Days are.”

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#dhakarta #jangobi #crispy writes #wip wednesday #sneak peek #prequel trilogy #darksaber au #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #mij gilamar #true mandalorian ocs #mando'ade #more obi knowing things he shouldn't because dha forgets what he should and shouldn't probably know about #mandalorian obi wan #well sort of and also in the near future but he's the only one denying it at this point #JEDI CULTURE RESPECTED

[sevdidntdie]

Where are the other Skiratas in Legacy of the Force

Ok so I knoww it isn't canon and we only ever see Jaing and Mird and hear about Levet. oh right and spar's dead.

But where are the other Skiratas??? like fi and atin and corr and dar and niner and delta and the NULLS. oh and sull.

ok since i'm horribly optimistic and don't want anyone to die here's what i think

Dar's living out the good life, retired hopefully, if we go by Karen Traviss's plan for the book she never wrote

Niner's settling down somewhere nice, having kids and all

Fi helps Parja with her shop and maybe establishes a full corporation in Mandalore, with Rav's help.

Atin and Laseema--ok look idk what to say abt the couples rlly...

Corr and Jilka --I honestly never wouldve shipped them but ok, maybe they go off somewhere, I feel like Jilka would want to go back out in the galaxy, instead of being stuck on Mandalore.

Delta probably would never desert; while I dearly want them to I have a terrible feeling they'll end up as the nucleus of the Rebellion-era 501st. I saw a fic once where Boss was one of the ones fighting on Hoth with Vader.

ok now the NULLS:

Prudii I feel like would stay at home and be a hacker and help out randos

Kom'rk would be a bounty hunter I think

Mereel would definitely be a bounty hunter too

Jaing we saw.

Ordo becomes the leader of the Skiratas, obviously, with Besany

A'den I feel like would be Rebellion-type material, since he was mostly in the field and stuff. we didn't see enough of him.

Sull probably goes rogue and becomes a merc or smth. like honestly. remember how he was in true colors? ain't never gonna live a peaceful life like that.

OMG I FORGOT Yayax... well...bc they're such good builders they'll form a nice construction company and work with Parja and Fi to expand the infrastructure. Maybe when Boba comes back and they find that beskar mine, Yayax Construction will be the first to occupy it and start mining.

THE SERGEANTS: Rav retires hopefully and helps Yayax with their business. Vau and Skirata die of old age I mean honestly they're their age. Wad'e makes a school of besbev players and passes down his mantle to someone else and retires. Mij and Qail marry and have a put-together family with Scout like Clive, Astri, and Lune's.

Jusik marries New Brainwashed (literally) Arla and teaches Kad jedi stuff.

what are your ideas? i wanna hear you guys opinions

#republic commando #repcomm #delta squad #omega squad #fi skirata #atin skirata #niner skirata #darman skirata #ordo skirata #mereel skirata #kal skirata #walon vau #parja bralor #rav bralor #wad'e tayhaai #mij gilamar #laseema #jilka zan zentis #prudii skirata #kom'rk skirata #a'den skirata #jaing skirata #yayax squad #star wars #star wars legends #legacy of the force #clone troopers #discussion #sorry about all these tags idk how to tumblr

[itsagrimm]

Rules of Kyrimorut

With so many different people living in the mandalorian bastion it's inhabitants had to agree on some rules:

no fighting in the halls.

keep the kitchen door closed to keep Mird out.

Don't talk to Walon Vau before his first caf.

Mereel, stop flirting with the neighbours.

No Baskar'gam polishing indoors.

Watch the doors! some are trying to sleep here, vod! and no loud comm calls, too! Dank Farrik, guys.

Don't annoy Laseema about what's for dinner. She has knives.

No blasters for little Kad!

Don't touch Parjas tools. Don't disturb Praja while working. Don't ask Praja how long the repairs will take. Don't go into Prajas workshop. Don't tell Praja how to do her job. Just. Don't. Okay?

if you need new ammo, ask Scorch or Sev for the key to the armory. No breaking in!

everybody hand washes their own Kama.

Stop worrying so much, Ordo. You are turning grey already.

Get yourself glasses, kal buir! We know you use your buyce to read and it looks ridiculous.

No talk about murder or crimes in front of the kids.

Fighting only outside and when Doc Gilamar is around.

Uj-cake is for sharing!!!

Don't forget the weekly cleaning duties.

Don't feed Mird cheese. the strill's cheese farts are deadly.

#kyrimorut #mird #mirdika #lord mirdalan #kal skirata #walon vau #captain ordo #null arc ordo #null arc #mereel #null arc mereel #mereel skirata #ordo skirata #mij gilamar #parja bralor #repcomm #repcomm sev #delta squad #omega squad #kad skirata

[roseaesynstylae]

In keeping with my firm belief that 99 is one of the Alphas, here’s some headcanons about his relationships with various Legends characters.

Alpha-17: Alpha loves his little brother and will happily pound your face in if you insult him. Fordo: He always brings 99 gifts and communicates with him while he’s on a mission. He’s not really a talkative person and 99 is well aware of it.

Spar: 99 picked up on what was going on with Spar before anyone else and got concerned. While no one’s ever come out and said it, the rest of the Alphas have their suspicions about how easily Spar snuck off of Kamino.

Mij Gilamar: 99 and Gilamar have a fairly good relationship, mainly because Gilamar is one of the few medics 99 trusts to work on him without doing any weird experiments. Walon Vau: 99 has very mixed feelings about Vau. On one hand, he hates how Vau treats his trainees and knows that they’re all going to end up traumatized and unstable. On the other, he does understand where Vau is coming from, at least on paper. He wants his brothers to survive and he gets that commandos need more intense training than average clone troopers. He just knows that Vau’s cadets are going to end up with PTSD long before they ever see a battlefield. Things are complicated by the fact that Mird, for reasons best known only to itself, has taken a liking to him, meaning that it has to come over for playdates. Between Mird and the fact that Vau is legitimately trying to toughen his cadets up so they’ll survive, 99 likes him more than certain other trainers.

Dred Priest: If 99 had the chance, he’d kill Priest without any remorse. (And Isabet Reau as well, but she and Priest are basically the same asshole.) As he can’t do that, he’ll settle for using his access to the utility control rooms to make their lives as difficult as possible.

Kal Skirata: 99 is aware that Skirata genuinely wants the Nulls to be happy and that he’s the main reason the Nulls weren’t decommissioned. 99 respects him for that (possibly connected to a certain fanfic idea that has consumed my mind), but something about the man just rubs him the wrong way. Skirata has never done anything to him, it’s just one of cases where you just dislike someone and can’t quite explain why.

The Nulls: Despite the Nulls and the Alphas having a tense relationship, 99’s never had any problems with them, outside of them knocking out the power to the science building and making his job harder. He knows that they could be a lot worse and they don’t intentionally cause him trouble. (See the parentheses for Kal Skirata.)

#star wars #99 #clone trooper 99 #star wars legends #republic commando #repcomm #alpha 17 #fordo #captain fordo #spar #spar star wars #mij gilamar #walon vau #kal skirata #null arcs

[lamaenthel]

You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: You weren't supposed to get hurt

Mij Gilamar cares for Boba after he's maimed in a horrible training accident.

Characters: Mij Gilamar, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Taun We Wordcount: 798

Mij had been a doctor longer than he had been a Mandalorian, but he'd been both for a long time. It took him years to get accustomed to battlefield injuries on warriors that were too young to even grow chin hair. He didn't know how long it would take him to get accustomed to the wounds of soldiers on toddlers, nor did he want to. Unfortunately with live-fire training, accidents were inevitable.

"Show me." Jango Fett crossed his arms and stared at the boy in the bed.

Mij hesitated. "I had to go high. The bone was soup, Jango, there was no saving it."

"Then shabla show me." Jango turned that razor-sharp glare onto Mij, and for a few seconds he knew what it felt like to be a vhe'viin spotted by a jai'galaar. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Boba whimpered pitifully in the bed. His little brown face was swollen and bruised from concussive damage. Mij desperately wanted to hug him, but didn't dare with Jango standing right there. "I don't know what happened. It just exploded and then, and then…"

"Quiet." Jango ripped the covers off and stared at what was left of his son; Mij had spoken the truth. He'd had to go high. Boba's left leg had been amputated only a few inches below his hip, but Mij had managed to preserve almost his entire right thigh. A platter bomb had gone off on the sim course. Some lunatic had put a live, fierfecking platter bomb in the course with four and five year-olds. 

Mij's contract didn't end for another five and a half years. He wasn't sure that he was going to make it that long without jumping into the cold, dark ocean outside.

"How did this happen?" Jango demanded. "This was just a training simulation! You weren't supposed to get hurt, let alone…"

Boba started to cry. "Daddy, I don't know."

Jango pulled the covers back up, disgusted. "I can't believe this is happening." He began to pace around the small room like a caged raxshir.

"The Kaminoans have every prosthesis you could imagine," Mij tried, watching him nervously. Jango Fett was a being that was capable of extraordinary violence on a good day, and Mij'd just cut his son's legs off. He subtly mirrored Jango's path around the room with the angle of his body, careful to keep Boba between them.

Jango snorted. "Prostheses. He's five years old and he's going to have to spend his entire life running around on sticks glued to his stumps." He wouldn't look at Boba. "So much for my damn legacy."

"At least he's alive!" Mij exclaimed, his heart breaking. Boba was hyper aware of how much he had disappointed his father and it showed on his miserable little face. "Karase, Jango, your son is alive. I'm furious as well, but isn't that better than the alternative?"

Jango stopped in his tracks and shot him a glare that practically burned with acidic anger. 

"Daddy?" Boba wiped his tears and blinked pitifully up at him. "I promise I'm gonna do just as good on the… the prostesess, just as good as I did on my legs."

Jango pulled his bare glove off and touched his son's forehead. "I know you will not let me down like this again, son, understand?"

Boba nodded vigorously, his big brown eyes still wet with tears. "Yes, Sir."

Mij wanted to throw up.

Someone knocked twice on the door, then Taun We and Nala Se let themselves into Mij's small medbay. "We heard about today's unfortunate accident," Taun We said apologetically, gingerly pressing his hands together. "After a thorough investigation, we have discovered that there was an error in the simulation that Alpha-00 participated in."

Jango spun on his heel. "What?"

"Training explosives are supposed to be altered to be nonlethal. The one placed in the simulation today was an unaltered, high-powered device."

A muscle in Jango's jaw flexed. "So you're telling me that a fully charged platter made it onto the training sim out of negligence? That this wasn't a freak accident?"

"We accept responsibility for the error." Taun We bowed again. "Due to the permanent damage your personal clone has sustained, we would like to offer the option to terminate and start anew."

Boba froze in the bed. Jango's cold, predatory eyes flicked to him, then back to Taun We. "Let's talk outside," he said shortly, leading the way without a word to his son.

"Daddy?" Boba called, shaking. "Daddy, what do they mean? Daddy?"

The door slid shut. "It's going to be fine, ad'ika," Mij lied to Boba with a smile he didn't feel. He took the little boy's hand and squeezed it. He suddenly found that he didn't care if Jango saw or not. "Everything will be just fine."

Taglist: @starwarsficnetwork, @febuwhump, @soliloquy-of-nemo Divider: @saradika-graphics

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday13 #jango fett #boba fett #mij gilamar #pls note that this is whump and not what i actually think jango would do in a million years lol #my writing

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

happy evil author day!

here are my three contributions to evil this year

[Working Title] Quinlan Wakes Up in the Past With Two Vod’e Within Reach

complete, but ends with only some questions answered

Commander Thorn/Quinlan Vos/Commander Fox

3,259 words, rated M for post Order 66 everything, and also adult themes, in that Quinlan uses his dick to save the galaxy…just not the way you think

[working title] Goran Takes Korkie to Obi

incomplete, unresolved

past satine kryze/obi-wan kenobi, pre quinlan vos/obi-wan kenobi. this snippet is gen

3, 284 words, rated G

[Working Title] jon is one of the cuy'val dar

incomplete, unresolved

Jon Antilles/Mij Gilamar. this snippet is pretty much gen

2,363 words, rated G for gay space dads haven’t gotten around to anything higher rated yet

and that’s all the evilness I’m capable of this year, I and my endless pile of wips will see you next february 15!

#evil author day #quinlan vos #commander thorn #commander fox #goran oc #korkie kryze #jon antilles #mij gilamar #star wars fanfiction

[imrowanartist]

Purrgil sketchdump! Apparently I talk about him a lot but I’ve barely drawn him oops

- Top left: Purrgil just after getting his face injured. He mad at (@anstarwar ‘s) Twitch XD

- Bottom left: Purrgil and Yara just after they have been partnered as a medic-trooper pair.

- Top middle: Purrgil hauls Nova’s wounded ass off their light cruiser, escaping Order 66

- Bottom middle: Nova and Purrgil, about 4.5 years after O66, with their spawn

- Right: Bonus image of a proud Mij Gilamar with his grandkids :D

Close ups under the cut!

Some pose references used from Kibbitzer

Taglist:

@alamogirl80 @imhereforthefanartandfics @disgruntldd @attacking-those-pesky-kyojins @crazytookalady @friendly-disreputable-dog @goddess-of-congeniality @k9cat @notoriginalenoughtohavmyprefname @weareoutofmaplesyrupdave @shadowlight17 @bookroselover @littlefeatherr @fantastic-commander-fox @handsignals @thechaoticfanartist @redminibike1

#clone medic purrgil #captain nova #halo company #the road to concordia au #the clone wars #mij gilamar #tani gilamar #jill gilamar #arc trooper twitch #ro’s ocs #ro’s art

[cabezadeperro]

💙 for SparMij bc brainrot — MBW

hello friend!!!!

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

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Sometimes Spar regrets his lack of interest in ever becoming Mand’alor. He takes a sip, the bottle half-empty, the glass slick and wet with condensation, and watches Gilamar through his reflection on the window across the room. He’s sitting at a table to Spar’s left, talking as quietly as the rowdy tavern will allow him with a few men Spar knows only by sight. 

He’s not ignoring Spar—not exactly. But he’s trying his very best to keep his distance, and Mij Gilmar’s best is pretty good. Spar has spent the last few hours doing the rounds—playing cards, playing darts, talking to men and women Jango once knew, who stare at Spar like they can see Jango looking through his eyes.

They would follow. If Spar decided to run for the title, they would follow him. Shysa’s still in the sector: a short comm call and Spar would have him back on Enceri, full of plans and ambition.

Now and then he wonders—Gilamar would never forgive him. He’s loyal, if not to Spar to Jango’s memory.

Gilamar knows he’s being observed. Spar allows himself to be caught, smiling at his old teacher in the reflection of the window. Gilamar blinks and looks away, lips pressed tight.

Spar finishes his drink and makes his way through the crowded bar, bucket—buy’ce—under his arm. 

It’s still snowing. Spar breathes in deep, allowing the cold to seep into his bones. He’s pleasantly buzzed, his face hot, his hair still damp with sweat. The street is quiet, the noises of the tavern muffled by its thick walls, by the closed doors. Spar sighs and looks up at the night sky, the clouds heavy and close to the ground. It’s so quiet he can almost hear the snow falling: he closes his eyes and feels a snowflake land on his eyelid, on his cheek, on his lower lip.

A blast of noise. Spar opens his eyes, shaking himself.

“Spar?”

Spar lets go of his blaster. He turns around, his boots making a mess of the thick layer of snow.

Gilamar’s flushed and sweaty. He’s so pale it shows even in the dark, his light eyes too bright and reflecting the light coming through the tavern’s windows and the streetlamps. 

“Trainer Gilamar,” Spar replies. A muscle in Gilamar’s jaw twitches, his shoulders stiff. “Tired of acting like I’m not here, then.”

It’s not that Gilamar doesn’t care: again, he may not be a good man, but he is loyal. Back on Kamino he tried his best for Jango, and his best has always been very good. Now he sighs, his shoulders dropping. He looks away from Spar, down at his feet.

He’s just a man. Red hair and freckles, eyes so light they look like glass. Grey on his temples and on his stubble, laughter lines and broken nose. He’s just a man, nothing more and nothing less, perfectly fallible, and Spar resents him and misses him in equal measure.

Later, Gilamar will blame the alcohol. Spar approaches him, hooks a finger in his belt and goes on his tiptoes to kiss him, drinks his surprised gasp right off his mouth. He tastes like netra’gal, and his hand is hot and damp with sweat when he cradles Spar’s jaw, fingers shaking. 

Later, he will blame the alcohol: but now he kisses Spar right back.

#ship snippets #sparmij #star wars #maría writes #mij gilamar #spar

[phoenixyfriend]

Do you want another Jangosoka concept?

Concept is that Boba finds a… something on Tatooine that looks like Weird Force Shit. He does not know any Jedi or Sith, personally, but he knows three people who do have connections to Jedi:

Han Solo, whom he has on speed dial despite hating each other, and losing most of his contacts with his comm when the Sarlacc ate him

Din Djarin, whose kid goes to school Somewhere With Jedi? Maybe? he's not entirely clear on how much contact Djarin has with Skywalker these days

Bo-Katan Kryze, who has Ahsoka Tano on speed dial

Obviously, he goes through Bo-Katan first, because Ahsoka Tano knows more about general Force things than the latest Skywalker, and has less of a Direct Grudge against Boba himself.

So he makes a call and tries to ignore the Weird Force Thing that he just poked. He waits a few days.

Ahsoka shows up. She holds the thing. It is confusing.

They have a stupid argument built on Uncomfortable History at some point, and Boba being a grump, and he snatches it from her, managing to slice his finger on one of the edges.

A few drops of blood get on the weird force thing, and there is a flash of light, and suddenly there's a half-dead Jango Fett in the room.

Like "He has visible burns on his neck from Mace's lightsaber, but still has his head, as if he was pulled through time from the very moment before of his death."

Which Big Oops

Boba is panicking. Ahsoka is trying not to admit she's freaked out. Jango is. clawing as his throat dude stop that.

Ahsoka's the one that had enough brains to call for a medic and keeps sitting at his side to keep a Very Judgemental Eye on him, but she's. You know. Jedi. So Jango is constantly suspicious of her.

(He thinks Boba is a faulty fast-aging clone, like 99, because that's the only thing that makes sense.) (Also he doesn't acknowledge Ahsoka's "I'm not a Jedi" thing.)

Ahsoka's had thirty years to come to terms with the death of her people but she's also, for obvious reasons, still judgmental as fuck and has a lot of questions.

But also this was necromancy, which is Sith Or Nightsister Bullshit, and she needs to make sure he's not about to get possessed and go hunting for Force Sensitive babies or something insane like that.

(The reason the object drew Jango is because of the totally coincidental identical DNA. Turns out the object is intended to bring back the dead using a body sample of the corpse, but identical blood will do if there's a dead person with the same.)

IDK where exactly it goes from here but it's 44yo Jango, 45yo Boba, and 49 Ahsoka Plus Fennec, who's just hanging around

They need to bring around someone Jango actually knows and will trust, because obviously Boba is a fake and Ahsoka's a liar and this is all some weird Jedi trick.

Options are Maz Kanata (who's definitely old enough to remember him), or Bo-Katan herself, except they try Bo since she's closer and it turns out she was still a toddler when Jango went missing so that's not going to help at all.

Mij or one of the other Cuy'val Dar could theoretically still be alive, and Sabine has parents that might have known him before they joined up with Pre.

Fennec knowing him would be a BIT too easy.

I'm imagining that the call goes as Boba explaining that, well, there's this one guy that he knows, that his dad was close with, but the Sarlacc kind of ate his comm unit and he hasn't had the time or resources to hunt down all his contact numbers and whatnot yet, so he's not sure how to go about actually calling the guy, and so they have to politely ask Bo-Katan if she, as Mand'alor, can find the contact information for one Mij Gilamar. Boba's pretty sure he's still running a clinic on Insert Planet Here, so it shouldn't be too hard to get, it's just kind of impossible from Tatooine.

#boba fett #ahsoka tano #jango fett #jangosoka #mij gilamar #fennec shand #bo katan kryze #star wars #the book of boba fett #book of boba fett #the mandalorian #phoenix posts #necromancy

[choking-on-your-aspirations]

Fic Summary:

Maul dies on Tatooine and wakes up over 40 years in the past. He quickly seizes the opportunity to change his fate and free himself from his Master, to save his brothers, including the one he doesn't yet know he has, and plot a new revenge against Darth Sidious with the advantages of time, foreknowledge and a surprisingly familiar Mandalorian face. It isn't only his own destiny that Maul's actions will change for the better, but that of Jango Fett and the entire Mandalorian people. As far as the Force and the Ka'ra are concerned, healing hearts through the power of family and friendship will just be a nice side effect of saving the galaxy from its terrible future.

Chapter Summary:

Bo-Katan struggles with inner conflict, and Maul is finally permitted to join the war-effort.

#fanfiction #sw prequels #mandalorians #star wars #jango fett #kilindi matako #darth maul #silas the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #mij gilamar #savage opress #time travel!au

[itsagrimm]

Wild how Jango Fett collected the Cuy'val Dar, 100 of the best fighters out there, to train the clones on Kamino in secret and no one connected the dots?

No family member or friend of a cuy'val dar pointing out that either someone (maybe Fett himself) was out there killing the best mercenaries and bounty hunters, most of which were Mandalorians? Or that they all might be up to something and likely turn up again?

Imagine the 100 best of anything would just vanish. Especially if most of them are from the same culture. How would that not ring the alarm or show an obvious pattern??? Especially since "cuy'val dar" as a concept could be an older and familiar idea to the mandalorians which then would lead to the mandalorian population to just expecting for these 100 fighters to turn up again. So much for secrecy.

This "100 fighters just vanish or die thing" is comically implausible.

#jango fett #cuy'val dar #kal skirata #walon vau #rav bralor #kamino #sw the clone wars #repcomm #republic commando #mij gilamar #clone trooper #clone commander

[medic-6116]

Fandom: Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fay/Mij Gilamar Additional Tags: Reunions, Planet Kamino, Timeline What Timeline Implied Jon Antilles/Jaster Mereel, Mandalorian Jedi (Star Wars), Mandalorian Jedi Fay Series: Part 8 of Rarepair Bingo Summary:

There's a Jedi in Mij's medical center, and she hasn't aged a day.

Rarepair Bingo is hosted by @starwarsrarepairbingo Free Space!

#jedi master fay #mij gilamar #fay/mij gilamar #star wars #star wars rarepair bingo #starwarsrarepairbingo24 #fandom event #fandom bingo #star wars fanfiction

[atelier-dayz]

Finally finished these sketches with facecasts for some of the Cuy'val Dar 🥳

From left to right, top to bottom:

Mij Gilamar - Tahar Rahim

Wad'e Tay'haai - Peter Mensah

Walon Vau - Lawrence Makoare

Rav Bralor - Maria Walker

Vhonte Tarvho - Jessica Chastain

(OC) Akaavi Zak - Sasha Morfaw

(I have more OCs but that will be another set of sketches; six was just the max I fit in my canvas lol)

#my art #fanart #mandalorian oc #mij gilamar #wad'e tay'haai #vhonte tarvho #walon vau #rav bralor #star wars #don't ask me why i keep sketching in green it just works for me lol #i sure hope the pic quality turns out okay #akjsjs please look at larger pic #beach vacation saves the galaxy #ben'bajur

[silverxsakura]

a memory you lost inside a dream on ao3 for PaxDuane

Jango Fett/Mij Gilamar | E | 2k | Kamino era | @smut-wars-exchange | ao3

Summary:

Boba is a placid child, if grumpy at times. Barely two years old, he enjoys tucking up under Mij’s chin once settled on his hip, sticking his thumb in his mouth and frowning at everyone they come across.

Two years. Two years.

Today he’s mesmerised by the view into the training gym from the observation deck window. On occasion he pats Mij’s chest in silent request to be brought closer, but Mij can’t take him inside. Twenty-five Alpha class tumble with each other on the mats, bruising and occasionally biting. Jango drags a sulking A-77 off A-81’s back and cuffs them both upside the head.

“The doctor isn’t on duty today,” Mij imagines him saying. “No damage that bacta can’t heal.”

Mij adjusts Boba on his hip and brushes the fluffy curls out of his little eyes. He hates this planet with every fibre of his being.

#jango fett #mij gilamar #jango/mij #star wars #18+ #repcomm #fic tag #smutwars2023