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queenpinesofdomino · 1 month
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Satine week 2024
Day 1 ' Jewel'
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For context this is right after the Clan Wars ended, when Satine was coronated Dutches of Mandalor
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Space Vogue
Satine Kryze
'Jewel of Mandalore'
kriff my life
who authorised this
Why did i think writting this was a good idea
i hate aurebesh
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satineweek · 1 month
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And we're off! Satine Week is officially here, and we're excited to celebrate with you! Use the tag #SatineWeek2024 so that we can easily track who's participating and share your posts far and wide!
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alexversenaberrie · 1 year
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#star wars paintings  
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underworldobsessed · 1 year
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Tagging: @satineweek
Summary: Satine Week Day 2: Off Duty ll This was Satine's favorite part of the day. She loved taking care of her people and her planet of course, but the moments where she was something other than Duchess... when she wore the title of Mother instead, that was what she lived for.
Me: I don't have time to write something for every day of Satine week this week. I'm too busy. Also Me: I have so much inspiration for things. I love writing Satine and Korkie, so I hope you all enjoy!
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mercysong-tardis · 1 month
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@satineweek Day One: JEWEL
For this promt I just HAD to draw Satine in the viral jeweled armor dress…
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notaghost3 · 1 month
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Oh my, where to begin with this one. I am very nervous to let this one out of the safe embrace of my stories folder on my laptop and into the public, but I think I am finally satisfied with it. This has been in the works since…June(??) of 2022? Sometime around then? It has been my baby ever since. One plot bunny of an image of an angry Satine at a ball and 6,000 words later…here we are with quite possibly my favorite Obitine one-shot yet. It is best read while listening to some moody music, perhaps “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac, or “Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve” by Taylor Swift…Set post-Rako Hardeen arc, at a senate gala. I don’t want to reveal too much, but put yourself in a dark, betrayed, rainy, maroon mood, and settle in for the yearning that is Obitine. *cries* Posting for Satine Week Day 6: “Mercy” (also please let me know what you all think of this fic in the comments, I am uncharacteristically nervous posting this!) @satineweek
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kenobis-art · 1 month
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“You mean more to me than anything in the galaxy”
My first drawing for @satineweek !!
Wanted to use this quote with them 🫶 this is from satines pov, since this is for her week !!
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spectral-musette · 1 year
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for @satineweek , a little doodle of Auntie Satine and little Korkie doing some gardening together for the “Rebuilding Mandalore” prompt.
In between orchestrating construction projects and getting funding for schools and hospitals, I like to think Satine found the time to personally make Sundari beautiful in small ways too.
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Satine Week 2024 - Day 3: Tears
Running a few days late this week on account of university, but I was determined to at least get some things written. But, without further ado, here is @satineweek Day 3: Tears (mild warning: post-Deception arc)
Good Girls Don't Cry
Satine had learned at a young age that girls like her were not allowed to cry. Brave girls, strong girls, Mandalorian girls knew that tears weren’t an option.
Peaceful girls knew that best of all.
She was aware of the sorts of things people said about her - that she was too sensitive, that she was fragile, that she was weak. Pacifism was a controversial stance for a woman who was supposed to be the daughter and granddaughter of warriors. There were plenty of people who couldn’t understand it, who chose to perceive her compassion as cowardice.
She had spent so long alone with the knowledge that she was a lamb among lions, that if she ever displayed anything that could be construed as weakness, they would tear her to shreds in a heartbeat. Her power, her position, her survival all depended on being as strong and unyielding as the beskar she refused to wear.
So she knew that, even if she was hurt, even if she was terrified, even if her heart had just shattered into a million pieces, she could never, ever let them see her cry. Because that would be the ruin of her and of everything she had worked for.
But standing there at Obi-Wan’s funeral, she felt the tears building behind her eyes and, for once, she did not fight them.
She cried.
And she didn’t care who saw it anymore.
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cinciri · 1 month
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Tagging: @satineweek
DAY 1: Jewel
Quote prompts: “When your life is on display, you cherish the things that are yours alone.”
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As she approaches, his gaze slides along her body several times, almost without stopping. To her great regret, he clenched his hands, which were previously hanging loosely at his hips, into fists, but as soon as she stops in front of him he unclenches it with an exhalation.
“To be honest, I’m still not sure that this is a bracelet,” while Satine, lifting her sleeve, unfastens the beskar clasp on the leather cord, his attentive gaze doesn't leave her wrist. “My father wore his around his neck, and my mother… I don’t know. I’ve never seen it.”
“Me too,” Obi-Wan responds quietly and, when her eyebrows arch questioningly, he explains: “If one of your parents gave it to you personally, then you could only receive it before… before we met. But I didn't see this one. Never.”
“When your life is on display, you cherish the things that are yours alone. Cherish and hide. Here,” with the clasp finally is done, and she hands him the leather cord with a smile. “I wish you had it.”
“What?” blinking in surprise, he even retreats. “I… I can’t accept it.”
She squints suspiciously, still holding her hand outstretched.
“You said that Jedi are not forbidden to accept a gifts.”
“I did. But it belonged to one of your parents.”
“Yes, it belonged. And I really want it to belong to you now,” her gaze falls on the leather cord, against the background of her pale skin it seems even darker than it really is. “It always seemed to me that I was more of its temporary custodian than its real owner.”
“But…”
“Obi-Wan, please.”
Pursing his lips and yet nodding somehow completely exhausted, Obi-Wan nevertheless takes the cord - carefully, trying not to touch her palm - and, to her delight, wraps it around his neck and begins to fasten it.
“You know,” she allowed to sound herself a little flirtatiously, “they were passed down in my mother’s family for several dozen generations. She gave the second one to my father during their marriage vows.”
His fingers, still gripping the beskar clasp, tremble slightly.
“It's warm,” he says quietly.
“Really?” Satine open her mouth in surprise. “I've always had a cold one. May I?..”
Continue read on ao3
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Announcing Satine Week 2022!
Please join us in November for the first annual Satine Week and celebrate our favorite Star Wars duchess.
In a couple days, we’ll be releasing a list of prompts for your consideration, and you’ll have until September 10th (two weeks from today) to vote on your favorites!
The celebration will last from November 14th–19th and feature a different prompt to guide your creative endeavors every day.
While Satine Week will feature some Obitine-related content, we're excited to be able to celebrate our pacifist duchess on her own terms as well! 
Please follow SatineWeek for future updates, and follow @duchess-of-mandalore, @tessiete​, @the-obiwan-for-me​, @oodlesofsnootles​, @isaakandreyevs​, and @fwakes31​ for more Satine content leading up to and during Satine Week!
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fwakes31 · 1 year
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Satine Week - Day 4 - Regret
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She'd had no regrets the last time she thought she would take her last breath as she was held in grasp of Merrik on the Coronet.  She would have died at peace knowing she had finally told Obi-Wan that she did and had always truly loved him.  
She'd not regretted one bit that she had goaded the great negotiator (with just her stare) into his own confession of love for her.  He was still the cantankerous old soul she had met in her youth, stubborn and hot headed. But he was still her Ben.  Her light.  Her love.  
But now, as she stood in the halls to the Jedi, side by side with her loves friends and found family she could not help the flood of anguish that swept through her shattered heart.  She had not been able to tell him everything she had wanted to.  She thought there would be more time.   
All decorum had left her as she could no longer hold back the sobbs from her very soul. 
He was gone. 
Obi-Wan was dead.
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Satine had never regretted slapping Obi-Wan across his shorn features.  He had always been the one that tested her pacifism so absolutely.  
She remembered the shocked look in his wide sorrowful eyes.  He had looked so young and so old all at once.
She could not apologise for her anger towards him.  Not for what he had put them all through, but she had clung to the night they had spent together afterwards.  Never would she forget how he had sobbed into her arms and how she had let him.
As he now cradled her in his armour clad arms, this was what raced through her mind as the burning from the blade that had pierced her chest went cold.  
Her last words would be for him, a gift of sorts.  A love everlasting.
And yet she would pass not at peace.  She could not tell him of their child. 
She thought they would have more time…
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@satineweek
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alexversenaberrie · 1 year
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AU Idea: Queen fall in love with a Jedi.
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underworldobsessed · 1 year
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Tagging: @satineweek
Summary: As Satine's world has fallen apart around her, she fell right along with it. She lost everything, her son and her sister. All she had left was Obi-Wan, and even she didn't believe that would last. Her gut instinct might have been right, as Obi-Wan receives a message that requires him to leave immediately. He promises that he will be back soon, but as is everything in Satine's life, it was made to be broken.
First I apologize for the post and them immediate deletion of this fic yesterday. I forgot that yesterday's prompt was regret and not Alternate Timeline so I uploaded this a day early. This has been a fic that lived rent free in my head for a while. I was hoping to have it finished before I started posting but the fic fits so well for today during Satine Week (Alternate Timeline) that I felt like I should publish the first chapter. I'm really looking forward to what I have planned but you'll just have to wait and see! Updates may take time as I will be writing this as I go. And I wouldn't have written this without the help of my best friend! He and I wrote this idea as a roleplay forever ago and he's letting me utilize the idea for the fic. So, Beetles, thank you so so so much!!
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mercysong-tardis · 1 month
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@satineweek Day 2: “MOTHER”
Looks like lil Korkie fell asleep on his Mother’s Auntie’s lap after a long day at school
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constantlypanakin · 1 year
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Satine Week 2022
Day 5: Alternate Timeline
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My idea for this alternate timeline was one where Satine survives Maul's attack. Through a series of events, she decides to remain in hiding. I picture her hiding with Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls. This drawing is from around Rebels Season 3/4 where she assists Bo and the Spectres. She still holds to all her ideals and beliefs, but Bo always insists on her wearing beskar after Maul's attack.
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