#satine kyrze

[startrekin-it]

Gotta be gay to sit on a throne in Mandalorian space. Not a single person has sat like a straight person in one of those. They have got to be factoring that in the design plan.

#Mandalorian #spoilers #Mandalorian season 3 #star wars #Mandalorian spoilers #Darth ​Maul #Bo Katan #Satine Kyrze #name anyone else and ill call them a fruit too #not sure if Pre ever sat his ass down but hes a fruit too now #i dont make the rules- the fancy Mandalorian chairs do

[kalevalakryze]

Vod'ika

For Bo-Katan Week Day 3: Bo-Katan & Satine Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Satine Kryze, Mentioned Pre Vizsla, Mentioned Adonai Kryze Warnings: I feel like Pre Vizsla Admiration should be tagged asdfghjkl. I live for the ways the ship can be taken, and I just know Bo admired him so much, but fuck, that’s toxic as hell. Other than that, it’s just some sisterly fluff, and Bo-Katan being a cute kid before the wars can take their toll. Notes: I wasn’t happy with the first fic I wrote, so I wanted to throw together something smaller to make up for it asdfghjkl Word Count: 999 Summary: Before Satine could stop her, Bo-Katan was rising to her feet and tugging the comforter off of Satine’s bed to wrap around her small shoulders, a comical sight, truly, which had Satine stifling her laughter politely behind her hand as the girl started strutting around the room, dramatically throwing the corner of the blanket to the side each time she stopped and jutted her hip out. AO3 link: Here!

"Satine!" She could hear the sound of small feet hitting carpet as the young girl ran into her room. The blonde's head rose just in time to see her vod'ika crash through her bedroom door, a paper helmet with too much tape sitting on top of her head. "Satine!" Bo-Katan called once more, excitement palpable. "I'm boooored!" Bo drawled as she moved further into her clean room.

There was a quick glance back at her data pad.. studying the rise of government on Mirial could wait, Bo-Katan always knew the best ways to drag out everything in her room and make an awful mess. Turning in her chair proved to be the right move, as the redhead threw herself into her ori'vod's lap the moment she was facing her.

Bo-Katan was still her little sister, but her growth spurts were finally hitting, soon, her little sister wouldn't be so little anymore. Gangly limbs wrapped around her immediately as the redhead got herself comfortable. "Bored? How can you be bored?" Satine questioned with laughter in her tone. "I thought you were training with Buir to be a verd?"

The young girl nodded her head quickly. "I am, but it's no fun without you anymore," Yellow-green eyes peered over her shoulder, to the datapad. "What're you doing in here that's more important than training, anyways?"

“Well,” Satine shifted to adjust the younger girl in her lap. Satine had taken her creed, and her entire life had faced an upheaval. It had been a sudden, grinding change in the way her training shifted from combat and focus on her physical abilities, into learning the ins and outs of politics. She hadn’t been allowed to join Bo for her training for weeks, now, and she truly did miss her little sister. “There is a wide variety of different governments all across the galaxy, it is our duty to learn to navigate the different species peacefully,”

Bo-Katan’s brows furrowed as she read over the datapad on the desk. “Peacefully?” Satine’s smile twitched at the confused conviction in which the eight year old spoke, her buir had made the… executive decision that Bo-Katan would not need to learn these things, and Satine had known better than to question it externally, but there was always a wonder on if Adonai expected Bo-Katan to fit into the New world they were manifesting.

“Yes, peacefully,” The blonde clarified as she guided Bo-Katan’s interested hands from the device as she’d started to scroll and tap around. “How has training been going?” The question succeeded in diverting her attention, as the young vod’ika bounced in her lap with a burst of excitement.

“Buir’s friend came to visit! Pre Vizsla!” She exclaimed, Satine’s arms wrapping around her waist and pressing into her back to stop her from tumbling to the ground. “He taught me some of his moves, too!” Bo squirmed until Satine let her back down, reenacting the moves she’d been taught against imaginary enemies.

“He’s been fighting in the war, too! So you just know he has so many cool stories!” Bo-Katan gushed, giving up on showing Satine her new cool moves in favor of sprawling out against soft carpet, hands folding over her stomach with a leg raised in the air. “I wanna be just like him one day,” The dreaminess in Bo’s tone did not go unnoticed by Satine, who had winced at the small child’s admission, hopefully she would grow out of it, and soon.

“That is quite impressive,” Satine agreed with a small smile playing on her lips. Bo wasn’t aware of the larger plans at play, didn’t know that they may enter a new world where she would never be able to don their parent’s armor, that there would be no need to keep fighting. “I am glad you are taken with him, he is the textbook example of mandokarla,”

Bo nodded her head as she stared up at Satine. “He really is, and his armor is so cool, I can’t wait to learn how to use a jetpack,” Yellow eyes flickered to the transparisteel window to the view of mountains of Kalevala, already imagining herself flying through the spires. “Do you think Buir will let me have a cape when I get my armor? Or d’ya think it’ll be too flashy? I think I wanna be dramatic,”

Before Satine could stop her, Bo-Katan was rising to her feet and tugging the comforter off of Satine’s bed to wrap around her small shoulders, a comical sight, truly, which had Satine stifling her laughter politely behind her hand as the girl started strutting around the room, dramatically throwing the corner of the blanket to the side each time she stopped and jutted her hip out.

Bo-Katan strutted all throughout the room, before once again coming to her Ori’vod, clambering in her lap once more without preamble and dragging the blanket up with her. Satine shifted to wrap it more securely around the both of them now. “Are you tired?” The teenager questioned as Bo’s head settled against the crook of her neck.

“mhm,” A small yawn, stifled by a small face turning to press into her shoulder. “Don’t tell buir, I’m ori’verd,” The time of naps was only a few short years ago, but Satine wasn’t about to deny her vod’ika the luxury after she’d spent all morning and afternoon out in the training yards.

“You are ori’verd, a sleepy ori’verd,” Satine agreed, raising her fingers to card through soft red hair, brushing out tangles with her fingers as deep breaths eventually evened out. It was always so amazing how fast the child could fall asleep after ‘the zoomies’ hit. Satine kept her fingers carding through her hair while she returned to her data pad with her free hand. As much as she wanted to drift into the calm embrace of sleep with Bo, it was safer to continue her studies, especially if their buir came looking for either of them for their respective training.

Translations: mandokarla - Having the ‘right stuff’, showing guts and spirit, the state of being the epitome of mando virtue vod’ika – little sibling ori’vod – older sibling Ori’verd – big warrior buir - parent

#bo-katan kryze #satine kyrze #sisters #sister fluff #star wars #fluff #short fic #bo katan week #bkw 2023 #Bo Katan Week 2023

[other-peoples-coats]

what's 'sad trombone babycrimes' or 'warlord satine' about?

for the wip title ask meme

haha, I've just done sad trombone babycrimes here; so lets talk about warlord satine.

Warlord satine came out of a post @ahsoka-in-a-hood made a while back about how satine is treated by fandom re:being a republic puppet instead of, like, someone whose introductory arc is about telling the republic to keep the fuck out and step the fuck off; we then ended up riffing about how, like, if satine's going to be a villain, she's not going to be a republic sell out, she's going to look at the bombed out shell of mandalore and go 🤔🦋 is this a good approach to foreign policy?

the outline document for it is titled 'satine curbstomp diplomacy', just for like. vibes. of what's going on.

When she's sixteen, Satine spends a year trying not to get murdered in the streets.

She learns a lot over that year; how to hide, how to stitch up a wound with an actual needle like something out of the history books, how to strip the bark off a psthia tree and wash it until it made something that was almost half as good as bacta, if you squinted and were more than half cut at the time.

How to pass messages and how to trade in information and how to handle a lightsaber, even if she'd never, ever be as good as even the youngest force sensitive.

She also learns how to wage a war; what the point of a war is, even if her teacher is unknowing. Obi-wan thinks he's empathising, as if his experience of a planet not his own can ever hope to match the experience of growing up in a society cracking at the seams, seething and cannibalising itself for want of another option. He shows her how to give another option. He'd hate it, she's sure, knowing that the current state of the galaxy could be laid squarely at his feet; she's keeping that particular little fact holstered until she needs it most.

#coats chats #coats originals #wip title ask meme #cheers for the ask! #ruin's words #satine kyrze

[fwakes31]

Satine Week - Day 1 - Rebuilding Mandalore

I headcanon that the Memorial Shrine in the Peace Park gardens in Sundari was made from the Beskar of the fallen. 

Armour that was unclaimed or given willingly from families of New Mandalorians that were tired of war and wanted no more part in it. 

In my mind the memorial became a beacon of hope of a new beginning and a reminder of a past, not gone or forgotten, but “merely marching far away.”

@satineweek

#satine week #satine kyrze #duchess satine #duchess of mandalore

[itberice]

Bo-Katan surrendering is so sad.

This is just an observation, no criticism or blame: when Duchess Satine Kryze rules Mandalore, she does so as a peaceful and neutral planet. She was a pacifist. But this means that Mandalore did not have a major defensive system. No major army, no battle ships, few weapons.

By the time the Empire comes for them, the only defense is the remains of Death Watch that became the Resistance against Maul.

So there were, maybe, only a few hundred people to help defend Mandalore. She had no choice but to try to save everyone by surrendering.

#The Mandalorian #The Clone Wars #Bo-Katan Kyrze #The Mandalorian spoilers #Satine Kryze #Star Wars #correct me if I'm wrong

[merrysithmas]

yesssss this is exactly what i wanted

#the mandalorian #din djarin #bo katan kyrze #also please satine flashback please please #give me all the batshit archaic strict mandalorian customs and rules

[the-obiwan-for-me]

Satine Week, Day 1: Alternative Prompt, "Lily of Mandalore" 

A short biography of the late Duchess Satine Kryze is published anonymously in the age of the Empire, and risks watering the seeds of rebellion on Mandalore and the galaxy at large.

First born to the ruling warlord of the cold planet of Kalevala, Satine Kryze was destined to be a warrior, just as the generations before her had been.

But, as a small child, her father, the Duke of Kalevala, Adonai Kryze, looked around at his clansmen, at the people of Mandalore, at the destruction their endless wars and skirmishes and feuds had wrought upon their sector, and decided there must be another way. He wanted a better life for his two young daughters. He wanted to offer them other choices in life than that of the life of a warrior......

@satineweek

#satine week #satine week 2022 #Satine Kryze #duchess of mandalore #duchess satine #korkie kryze #bo katan kryze #korkie is a kenobi #memories of Satine Kyrze #mandalorian culture #new mandalorians #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic writing #star wars fanfiction #my writing #fandom event

[spacerocksarethebestrocks]

Bo-Katan is a fascist and Satine is a fascist wearing a liberal hat. Both of them are TERFS. Hope this helps.

#bo katan kryze #satine kryze #the kyrze sisters #i hate them both so much #excellent characters and awful people we both love and hate to see it

[airasilver]

Did they even show how Bo-Katan started to be redeemed? Because it certainly just seems as if they want us to believe she’s redeemed. Without the work.

Hell, did they even mention it? Or just think that a lot of us are going to wave everything away?

No one I know of waves away what Boba, Jango, Dooku, Maul, Savage, Anakin, Palpatine, Kylo, Hux, heck even more people have done?

I’ve seen criticism on Padme, Satine, Rey, Leia, Luke, Han, Yoda, Obi-Wan, and the Jedi themselves. Even Bo-Katan I’ve seen criticism.

But I never ever seen or heard Disney speak up about what Bo-Katan or even Satine have done. Or anyone except Anakin and Palpatine. Instead they seem to act like it wasn’t bad, didn’t happen.

When people criticize anyone, the ‘lovers’ come out and bitch. Why? Because we’re actually pointing out what they did?

What’s wrong with that? I just want to point out that even characters aren’t perfect but people sure act like it.

I got off subject/went on a rant but I’m going to reiterate my first question. Did they ever show us or even give us a hint on Bo-Katan’s redemption arc?

#star wars #opinions #bo katan kryze #anti bo katan kyrze #anti bo katan #anti satine kryze #anti satine #duchess satine #satine kryze #padme amidala #anti padme #anti anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #the jedi #brendol hux #kylo ren #han solo #leia organa #sheev palpatine #dooku #count dooku #darth maul #maul opress #savage opress #jango fett #boba fett #yoda

[whippedcloudsofcream]

Out of all the decisions they could have made regarding his name, this was one of the Absolute Worst Ones.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #din djarin #you honest to god say his name his djarin?? #im not calling him that because it’s fucking stupid #calling bo katan kryze and satine kryze by kyrze from now on then #how will you tell them apart? #take a guess bitch #so what are we doing? #calling him djarin from now on like some loser or what? #you can tell the writers of this show fucking hate us lol

[mcrcki]

@mischiefmuses​ said : “ i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting. ” - Satine to Leia

emotionally intense prompts || not accepting

“sometimes it is all we can really do, just keep fighting. if we don’t fight and have hope, then what? are we not just letting them win?” she asked, rubbing at her temples. she was exhausted herself, but there was nothing they could really do, was there. “i promise, if you have hope. one day we will see the end of this fight.”

#dank memes || ask memes #l. memes #l. interactions #leia || satine kyrze #mischiefmuses #feel free to continue if you'd like !

[starwars-stories-annoymous]

A Kenobi Part 2

It had been a little over two years since Grogu had left with Luke. Two years since Din and the others found out your true identity. Y/n Kenobi. The daughter of a famous Jedi and a Mandolorian dutchess. You never knew your mother, just the stories your father told you growing up before he’d turn away with a defeated look. 

You remember one time, you had to have been about six or seven, you riffled through a box under your father’s bed. You discovered many things a few spare parts, a necklace, and a holopad. Your curiosity grew and you opened it. An image of a woman appeared. She was beautiful. She had short hair that resembled calm ocean waves. She looked regal in a gorgeous gown. She smiled and it met her eyes. You realized you had some of her features–could she be–your mother–

“Little Star, I’ve told you not to go through my things,” said your father. 

He reached the side of the bed you sat by and froze. He gazed sadly at the hologram. Your father approached you lightly hitting the button to turn it off. You placed it back where you found it. Your father wrapped his arms around you lifting you up in the air and plopping you on his bed. Kneeling in front of you he made direct eye contact. 

“Daddy, who was that?” 

“That was an old transmission from your mother.” 

“Oh,” your little voice said, “She’s pretty.” 

Your father chuckled softly, 

“Yes, she was.” 

“Daddy, did the empire take Mommy away?” 

“No, a bad man took her away.” 

That was all you knew of her. He didn’t even tell you her name. You found out who she was a few months prior to meeting Din. Satine Kyrze Dutchess of Mandalore. She ruled with peace and pacifism. And she was murdered by a sith named Darth Maul. 

You sighed pushing the thoughts of the mother you never knew to the back of your mind. Then you felt it. Felt the brush of the force. Something had been calling to you for a couple of weeks now. In that time Din had been gone for a solid week. He’d taken a few odd jobs to get some credits. He’d been more sentimental lately when he left you. You knew he worried about when he was gone. Since Grogu left he’d been more protective. Of course, he had to be, he promised to marry you. 

Currently, you were on Tatooine. The planet where you’d grown up. Where you and Luke Skywalker had met. You of course knew of him growing up. Your father worried about him constantly. Something you didn’t understand until you were older. 

Peli and her team of droids had been working on getting a new ship for Din. She’d somehow gotten her hands on a Nabooian N-1 Starfighter. You knew it was a fast ship, but you knew Din would have issues with it nonetheless, especially since it was a one-seater. You were going to have to stay behind more often. Or maybe you’d follow the force. 

All of a sudden you heard blaster shots. Peli must have been taking care of a pest again. You went out to investigate. 

“Come out come out wherever you are,” Peli said. 

She was investigating behind a box. She looked out at the droids noticing your presence. When suddenly she was dragged down to the ground.

“Oh, it’s got me! It’s chewing!” yelled Peli. 

You moved forward blaster in hand. But before you could shoot at it a blast hit directly. Your head whipped in the direction the blast had come from. Shiny armor met your vision. Din. You dropped your blaster and bolted over to Din. His arms opened wide for you. You ran straight into them. He lifted you off the ground. Leaning his forehead against yours for a kedblade kiss. 

“What an entrance,” said Peli, “ BD you good? Oh, good. Oh, boy.” 

“You alright Peli?” you asked. Breaking apart from you Mandalorian. 

“Fine, fine,” she said, “Look everyone it's Mando!” 

All the droids began leaving, knowing how Din felt about droids. A small giggle escaped you. 

“So, besides Y/n what do I owe the pleasure? I almost thought you were going to leave Y/n here.” 

“I got your message,” he said. 

“Message, what message?” asked Peli.

“You said you found me a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

Peli looked confused for a moment before answering, 

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I said. That’s what I do. I’ve been working my butt off. Did you bring the cash?” 

“It’s right here.” He placed them in Peli’s outstretched hand. 

After giving some orders to the droids Peli began leading the way to the ship. Din interlocked your hands squeezing tightly. She led you to shed where she’d been keeping the ship. 

“Ready to have your mind blown?” 

She pulled off the tarp. Revealing the not finished Nabooian Starfighter. 

“Where’s the Razor Crest?” 

“I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Din said reaching for your hand again turning out to leave. 

“Hang on a second,” said Peli

“Din, just hear her out,” you whispered. 

“Do you have any idea what this is?” Peli asked. 

She continued to explain that N-1 Starfighter was made personally for the royal guard of Naboo by the Queen. After saying she’d give Din his money back she began to persuade, one of the things Peli did best. You felt that brush again. 

“At least let me put it together before you make up your mind.” 

That’s how you and Din ended up working on the ship together. It took awhile but she was finally done. Din took it for a test drive. Peli looked over at you.

“I guess the only thing I didn’t think about was you when picking out a ship for him.”

“It’s alright. I think I’ll have to go away for a little bit.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Something in the force is calling to me.” 

“The force?”

“Yeah.”

“He won’t take that well.” 

You sighed she was right. Din loved you more than anything and hated leaving you. You were all he had left. You went to pack up some of your things. You heard Peli talking to someone. You ignored it probably some customer. You heard the starfighter land. A sigh escaped you, it was now or never. You emerged from your room just as Peli said, 

“Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you.” 

“A friend of mine?” 

“ We don’t have very many friends,” you said. Your bag was slung over your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry. I told you I didn’t know where you were. Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar secruity system.” 

“She tell you her name?” asked Din.

“Fennec Shand.” 

Peli shrieked out of alarm. Scolding one of her droids she walked out of the hangar. You looked at Fennec who leaped down. 

“By any chance are you two looking for work?” she asked. 

“Could be,” said Din 

“The pay is good.” 

“What’s the bounty. We need muscle and a Jedi would be handy.” 

“Boba Fett.” 

“He would appreciate it.” 

Din looked at the credits then you and tossed them back to Fennec. 

“Tell him it’s on the house.” 

“But first we have to pay a visit to a little friend,” said Din. 

Din looked at you weaving your hands together. You pulled him away from prying ears. This wasn’t going to be easy. Once out of anyone’s earshot Din wrapped his arms around you bringing you in for another kedblade kiss. 

“Din I have to tell you something.” 

“Mesh’la it can wait when we leave.” “That’s the thing, I can’t come with you.”

“What? Cyar’ka if it’s because of Luke––”

“No, there’s something I have to take care of.” 

“What Cyare? 

“Something is calling out to me through the force.” 

“Cyare I don’t want to lose you, you’re all I have left.” 

“I’ll be alright.” 

“Where will you go?” 

“Something or someone on Chandrila.” 

“Cyar’ka I’m coming with you. “No, you help Fett. I have to do this alone. Besides,” you sigh, “I’ll take my saber with me.” 

Din looked aorund and reached his hands up to remove his helmet. Brown eyes met your eyes. Worry swirled in them. He didn’t like the idea of splitting up. He couldn’t protect you that way. He pulled something out of his utility belt. A commlink. 

“You call me if anything, and I mean anything goes wrong.” 

You wrapped your hand around the commlink threading your other hand in his hair,

“Okay.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours. Slowly he leaned forward capturing your lips with his. It was a soft, but needy kiss. You broke the kiss first looking at Din’s closed eyes. 

“I love you Din.” 

“And I, you Mesh’la.” 

“Say hit to Grogu for me.” 

“I will.” 

“Goodbye Din. I’ll come back to you I feel it in the force.” 

“Ret’urcye mhi ner kar’ta” (Goodbye my heart) 

You pulled yourself away and walked out of Peli’s shop. You didn’t turn back, you couldn’t. You’d run right back to him if you did. You found yourself on public transport. Your saber was hidden well in your bag. You looked out the window. A part of you knew where to start. Ossus. You were going to find Luke.

#din djarin #din dijarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #luke skywalker #past luke skywalker x reader #star wars imagine #star wars #the mandolorian x you #the mandolarian #kenobi!reader #force sensitive #dad!Obi-Wan

[other-peoples-coats]

@lttrsfrmlnrrgby tagged me in the WIP game (like last week 😔) and I've finally got around to uhh playing it. So.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

So! here we go, picking the ones that I've actually done some writing/editing/thinking about recently, since the total number of things I have in my WIP folder rn is: 49 fics 💀

1 be that monster you've been wanting

3 satine wins worst gap year award (BTMYBW)

sad trombone babycrimes

48 (bleed it out)

training monateg

slygrog

timeloop outsider

something that's almost as good

1mp (3)

warlord satine

Open tags; zero idea who's been tagged at this point and who hasn't, so feel free if you're interested!

#coats chats #coats originals #wip title ask meme #obi-wan kenobi #star wars #codywan #satine kyrze

[seven-oomen]

Jangobitine au for B:

In order to save their system from civil war and political fallout, Duchess Satine Kyrze and Mand'alor Jango Fett enter an arranged marriage to unify the True Mandalorians and the New Mandalorians.

An act that serves its purpose, but causes unrest among the other clans scattered over Mandalore. And gives an opening for Death Watch (Kyr'tsad) to put its claws further into the system

Both sides make compromises in order to make their marriage work. They're cordial in public, but behind closed doors they constantly bicker and snap at each other.

Satine tends to most of the political aspects in their marriage, as she's very familiar in the game of politics. Where her husband busies himself with the day-to-day operations of the system. Helping his people with the logistics of farming, setting up medical facilities, building schools, training facilities, etc.

Satine feels as if she's giving up her pacifist nature and values for a man hellbent on death and destruction. Even though she's well too aware that her arranged husband is actually a rather honorable, kind, and fair man. She's just too stubborn to ever admit that to him.

Jango feels as if Satine just doesn't understand her Mandalorian heritage as a proud warrior and protector. And although he sees that many of their values align and that middle ground is not only possible, but probable, he's too stubborn to ever admit that to her.

Enter young Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. The order's most skilled negotiator. Who's sent to the Mandalore system to broker peace between the scattered factions, and the Mand'alor and his Rid'alor.

At first, both Satine and Jango are very skeptical of this Jetii. What does a Jetii know of Mandalore anyway? But as days pass and weeks fly by they come to realize that his political skills and battle insights is exactly what Mandalore needs.

Husband and wife find themselves falling for the Jetii, and each other, the more time Obi-Wan spends among their people. They come to see the best in the Jetii and in each other.

When they catch Obi-Wan reading and singing to a group of ade from the orphanage, for the Jetii loves to teach the younglings about the force, it's a done deal. They cook up a plan to capture a young Jetii's heart and lure him into their marriage.

Unbeknownst to them, Obi-Wan has been trying his hardest not to catch feelings for the snappy, quick-witted, beautiful Lady Satine, or her sulky, strong, bull-headed, but secretly soft husband.

And then a night of passion leads them into their next adventure; parenthood and the brink of civil war.

#jangobitine #jangobi #obitine #B #fic ideas #star wars fanfiction #star wars

[wvsteria]

{ closed event starter for @mischiefxmuses​​​​ ; satine kyrze & padme amidala }

“these are just so lovely, don’t you think, senator?” padme questioned out loud as she held up the earring set she found. she loved events like these. she loved the chance to support the community she lived in and to help support small business. 

#hw.padmeamidala #& satine kryze #mischiefxmuses #hw: winterfest 2022

[merrysithmas]

if we dont get live action satine in the Mandalorian 3 via flashback ill explode into a thousand bats and fly into the lucasfilm windows!!!

#satine kryze #bo katan kyrze