The boy was hungry ok.
What a great idea let's make this guy king with no experience being a leader and who always finds a way to smash his head into something
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Finally we watched the Mandalorian and immediately thought about Maul. Well he definietly sits more comfortable than Bo-Katan.
(She is like 'Fuck this. This is MY fucking throne no matter how uncomfortable I WILL SIT HERE.)
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more Kryze family development for my jaster mereel lives au aka ‘the righteous’
featuring the eldest of the Kryze children and Satine/Bo-Katan’s brother, Taraan Kryze, and their mom, Tra Vizsla(!!!) (also with a dad adonai cameo lmao)
Taraan (name yoinked from... somewhere rip tell me if you know) is Korkie’s father and is about six years older than Satine, and two or so years younger than Jango. @yourlordship once described him as “a wonderful negotiator with everyone but his sisters, both whom he can stoke into a rage at incredible speeds” if you wanted to know what that sibling dynamic was like lmao
Tra Vizsla was a relatively prominent member of Clan and House Vizsla who’s marriage to the young Duke caused quite the stir, both because of the political ramifications, because of the speed at which their engagement happened, and unfortunately because of her age being over a decade older than her husband (to be fair, he was something in the range of 23, and she was 35, so not Unfounded concerns lmao). She is relatively closely related to Tor / Pre, but both parties tend not to acknowledge this relation.
tra and adonai’s idea of a good date is sparring wherein adonai ends up pinned to the floor, so that’s how their dynamic works lmao
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| velia |
hi, this is my OC, V (or Velia). i really wanted to draw her ever since i wrote my din djarin love story with her in it 👀 i need to go back to it, because it’s pretty amazing hah. below im adding a small snippet from one of the chapters, so enjoy
Doubt creeped it’s way into the woman’s heart as she glanced at the wide eyed child. His aura was still subconsciously reaching for her, it was so bright and full of safety. The kid felt safe with them, and didn’t know that they were his worst enemy.
Soon they walked through the town, V’s stuff already packed back from the Crest as the job was done. And yet it didn’t feel done for her.
“Mando…” she said, as he glanced at her but continued on walking. She grabbed his hard bicep, saying “I don’t know if we should do it”
He stared at her in silence, his emotions unreadable because of V’s own unease. But soon he voiced his thoughts.
“It’s our bounty and the guild code is that we deliver the asset and ask no questions. Now come on”
She bit her lip underneath her mask and nodded, as they walked towards the Client’s place. But soon she grabbed her partner and pushed him into one of the alleyways, his armoured back hitting the stone wall.
“No. We can’t do this! It’s only a child, Mando!”
He was silent, but soon pushed her away saying “We took that job, we did it and now we’re getting payment. That’s all”
Her heart was loud about what it wanted, as she took a step back from the man saying “Fine. Go and forsake this child to become their pet or test subject ” he was about to pull himself from the wall as she pushed him into it once again, while hissing lowly “But I will take no part in this. You’re in this alone, Mandalorian! ”
The word was like a venom on her tongue, but she wasn’t done as she added “You follow your codes, more like a slave rather than a warrior . Mandalorians are an honorable and proud race, they follow their own morals and not some silly things” the man in front of her was vibrating in anger but she didn’t back down, as she said “Mark my words, aruetii. No fortune will come from the harm of this child”
With that she caressed the child’s ear one more time, before leaving and not turning back as the sweet green creature called after her both physically and with his aura.
As she was walking away, she put her gloves back on. Her scarred hands disappeared under the material, for the first time since she took them off in that cart on Arvala-7.
chapter five: the change of heart from CONCEALED on ao3 by TypicalNerd98 and wattpad by typicalwriternerd
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ok COULD just be me conjuring stuff out of thin air but in the scene after Darth maul chokes Bo while pre vizsla LETS IT HAPPEN (even encourages it), when she walks into the tent behind him, she looks really hurt/betrayed which is understandable given the circumstances but i just thought it important to point out since she was always vizsla's loyal supporter and never questioned his rule. this was one of the first times that she seemed to question her choices and didn't have that permanent frown/evil grin etched on her face. she almost looks scared of him.
PLUS the way he didn't flinch at her being hurt and almost killed makes me think that the scar on her forehead was from him, either as a punishment for failure or in a moment of rage.
i wanted to comfort her but i could not which lead to a considerable increase in my hatred for the one and only, pre vizsla!😄😄
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MY QUEEN DOES NOT WEAR A CROWN, SHE WEARS A HELMET 😻🔥😼
Bo-Katan & Katee Sackhoff appreciation post
szn 3 The Mandalorian
p.s. a man needs an Owl emoji STAT.
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THE bokoska song.
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No, I dont think you understand, I want a Mandalore travel poster in Satines Kryze color scheme!
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#star wars paintings
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Bo Katan Helmet (Finished)
Not a lot to say that I didn't already say in the previous post. I had hoped that getting it painted would help further cover up a lot of the imperfections and roughness of this Worbla-coated 3D printed helmet, and it did, but it still wasn't quite enough.
The plan was to use Worbla in hopes of cutting out the sanding/filler step and achieve a smoother helmet much faster. Unfortunately, the jankiness of the rushed print created a lot of spaces the heated Worbla would fill in a bit too much and leave bumps and creases on the outer shell. So I STILL had to do a lot of filler and sanding to try and even it out, and it STILL didn't make it much better. (But at least I did finally manage to get those seams filled in and smoothed over.)
I tried to do a layer of Plasti-Dip before the other paint, but I ran out before even getting a full coat, so I just had to hope the actual paint would fill in the rough surface of the Worbla. And it...mostly did.
I knew the blue paint I had would be too dark, but I thought "maybe...?" It's too dark. I actually ended up repainting about 80% of the thing by hand. Tried making a painter tape stencil. Screwed it up, and just did the pattern by hand with silver and black permanent markers.
Then I gave it one last scrub with some fine sandpaper. Partly to scuff it up and get the worn look, and partly in hopes of getting it just a BIT smoother before the final finishing spray for which I employed my rarely used glossy finish.
So yeah. Quite the learning experience, like most projects. The lessons I learned from this will make future projects that much better.
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how could i be bo katan apologist if bo katan literally never did anything wrong
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| the price of freedom |
a comic from a scene from my din djarin love story (links below). i had sooooo much fun making it! hope that you like it!
TW: blood and violence
Velia fell on the ground with a shout, that made the Mandalorian who was watching all this time, flinch. His fists shaking as he watched his partner go through all of this, his senses screaming at him to kill everyone and take her away.
Down in the arena the nautolan woman cheered and kicked the human woman, who was struggling on the ground.
“I told you that you will perish!” the angry woman yelled, kicking V’s wounded thigh once again “I am the champion now!”
As the nautolan walked around Velia, taunting her and cheering to the crowd. She slowly took one of the rocks that were scattered among the sand in the arena, closing her fist around it.
Her opponent walked by her side screaming “I will kill you! For my sister and my new glor—“
She didn’t get to finish, as Velia raised her hand that tightly held the rock and hit her on her tibial bone. The nautolan woman fell on her back as her bone broke.
Velia quickly got on top of her and punched her face with her rock, watching as some teeth got knocked out along with blood. She raised her hand again and continued to hit her opponent, when finally she raised both of her hands holding the bloody rock between them and with a shout hitting the nautolan for the last time.
The crowd cheered as Velia was the last fighter left.
The champion.
But the woman didn’t feel victorious at all, as she shakily got up and let the bloody rock fall on the ground. She stared at her blood soaked hands and watched them shake, when finally looking up at the balcony where her Mandalorian stood.
He slowly nodded at her and for a second Velia tapped into the storm around her, ignoring the demand for more blood and pain. Instead she reached towards her partner for the first time in days and felt his warm aura, that was screaming in worry and rage. But still she basked in it a bit, before looking around the arena at all the bodies around her.
The price of freedom, she thought bitterly.
chapter thirteen: the price of freedom from CONCEALED on ao3 by TypicalNerd98 and wattpad by typicalwriternerd
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I really want a Satine flashback in the Obi-wan show is the too much to ask????
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