#bkw 2023

[projectorthus]

Last day I’m so sad ):

I had to draw Korkie at least once so I added him to this one. I nearly had a stroke figuring out the dates and ages here so hopefully I didn’t screw them up too bad. Bo and Satine’s age gap wildly fluctuates depending on what I’m writing so don’t take any of this as my solid headcanon.

Anyways thank you all for reading, I had so much fun this year! I can’t wait to do it all again next year! It’s always so much fun. Bo Week admin ily /p

#bkw2023 #bkw 2023 #bo katan week #bo katan week 2023 #bo katan #bo katan kryze #satine kryze #Star Wars #fan art

[perigilpin]

Bo-Katan Week Day 1

Prompt: Bo-Katan and Ahsoka

#Bo Katan Kryze #Ahsoka Tano #bkw 2023 #bo katan x ahsoka #bosoka #Star Wars #SW #my art #I didn’t have time for what I would have liked to do BUT I wanted to contribute something #because I love them #I swordfight my ex gf in a Denny’s parking lot (affectionate)

[thegirlsinthecity]

Bo-Katan Week Day 5: GirlLoser Era (Alternate Prompt)

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #bkw 2023 #bo-katan kryze #star wars fanart #bo katan week 2023 #my art #thegirlsinthecity #i had so much fun with the icecream carton and the little porgs

[flowers-and-beskar]

🌷Bo-Katan Kryze🌷

#bo katan kryze #bo-katan kryze #bo katan art #Bo katan #fanart #star wars fanart #krita painting #flowers-and-beskar #my art #I can’t believe I managed to focus long enough to be creative again #I’m gonna cry #I start things I Never Finish them #bo katan week #I forgot that was coming up lmao #no specific prompt #I just love her a lot #bkw 2023

[synthwwavve]

Bo-Katan Week (alternate) day 1 — Sisters ✨

literally plugging scenes from my own fic lmao

#bo katan week #bkw2023 #bkw 2023 #bo katan kryze #satine kryze #star wars #mandalorian #my art #synthart

[bokatanweek]

☆Bo-Katan Week 2023 Prompt List☆

DAY 1: Bo-Katan and Ahsoka

DAY 2: Wedding/Marriage

DAY 3: Bo-Katan and Satine

DAY 4: Scars

DAY 5: Mand'alor

DAY 6: Bo-Katan and the Armorer

DAY 7: ★FREE DAY★

**Remember to use the tags #bo katan week AND/OR #bkw2023 so I can find your creations and share them here! Rules/Info

☆Alternate Prompts☆

Bo-Katan and Grogu Ursa & Bo Being Besties Bo-Katan and Sabine Sisters GirlLoser Era Armor Death Watch

#bo katan week #bkw 2023 #prompt list

[armoralor]

For @bokatanweek Week 7 | Free Day: Pride | Flags: transgender, lesbian, bisexual, sapphic, pansexual, aromantic, progressive pride, asexual, nonbinary, genderqueer ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, multiple Nite Owls are trans, & if you reblog this you love trans & nb women ❤️

#bkw 2023 #bo katan kryze #bo-katan kryze #the mandalorian #the clone wars #star wars icons #my edits #mine #armoralor #long post #pride icons

[kalevalakryze]

I think I’m so funny

Posting my Day 2 work to AO3 early bc I am old and I’m gonna wanna go to bed when I get home from work, instead of staying up to cross post and link

#ao3 #ao3 tags #bo katan kryze #the armorer #bo katan x the armorer #bkw 2023 #the mandalorian #star wars #nitearmor #armorkatan #riduurok #Din Djarin #Grogu #axe woves #koska reeves #ragnar vizsla

[machinerismsx]

I wrote this as a sequel to my only other Bo-Katan/The Armorer fic, Scorched Earth. Bo-Katan Week 2023 Day 6: Bo-Katan and The Armorer, but make it a touch unhinged. Mind the tags!!

Rating: E (NSFW, 18+)

Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer

Tags (non-exhaustive): Author chose not to use archive warnings, rough sex, hate sex, dubious consent

Summary:

And, so, that is how it all begins. Burn the earth under your feet until it is scorched, until there is nothing left to stand on, and then move to rinse and repeat the process. Bo-Katan Kryze had always found it easy to burn things, and this is was no different. This time it just happened to be herself.

In which bad decisions are made, and Bo-Katan Kryze declares she is no songbird

#bo katan week #bkw 2023 #Bo-Katan Kryze #The Armorer #nitearmor #armorkatan #machi writes #machi speaks #Star Wars

[the-obiwan-for-me]

Scars of the Heart

Bo-Katan Week

Day 4: Scars

AO3 link here.

When a mission goes wrong, Bo-Katan worries she may lose the only person that matters to her.

“Get out of there now!” Bo-Katan shouted into her comm too late as the building crumbled with another deafening blast from the canon. She watched in helpless horror as the stone and glass shattered, feeling as if her soul was shattering along with it.

Korkie had been in that building, leading a dangerous rescue mission. 

If she lost him…..

She shook her head, fighting back against the rush of panic, swearing under her breath as she forced herself to focus. Be calm. Her first impulse- to fling herself at the crumbled building and dig out her nephew with her bare hands- was foolish. The Imps were still around, looking for signs of life, waiting to blitz even more Mandalorians into star dust. She would do no one any good if she got herself killed in her foolishness. 

Instead, she muttered icy calm instructions and commands into her commlink, forming a rescue mission for the rescue mission. When everything was put into place, she sat back on her heels to wait out the Imps. “Look after your boy,” she prayed to the sister who’s soul seemed still tied to hers. “I’m not ready to lose him.”

Bo-Katan sat in the med tent, exhaustion heavy on her bones, clutching Korkie’s hand. It was cool now, though the day before it had been hot to the touch as he spiked a fever, infection trying to spread as he fought his way back to the surface of consciousness. 

He was a fighter and the medics were good, considering the camp’s limited resources, and the fever and infection had been wrangled into submission. But still Bo fretted over her nephew. The medics swore to her he would be fine. They said his brain just needed time to heal and reset. They swore the bleeding was under control and the swelling was going down and he would wake in time. The other things, the minor things, the broken bones and dislocated knee, those wouldn’t even slow him down once he was awake.

Bo tried to believe them, but her exhaustion was making her pessimistic. He was a fighter, sure. Kryze pumped through his veins just like it pumped through hers, and his mother’s and his grandfather. His heart was forged from beskar.

But sometimes even beskar cracked, and she was terrified this would be the fight he would not win.

“Come on, ad’ika,” she whispered, squeezing his hand, reaching instinctually to brush an unruly lock of his burnished gold hair away from his eyes. But she pulled her hand back quickly. His hair was gone, shaved to accommodate the medics desperate attempts to relieve the pressure on his brain. Now, in place of his hair was a bandage. She sighed. “Please come back to me.”

She laid her head on his bed, still holding his hand. She would close her eyes for a few minutes. Just rest them for a moment.

The next thing she knew, she felt a hand in her hair and heard a raspy, whispering voice. “Auntie?”

She sat up quickly, sleep leaving her disoriented. And there he was, awake, his blue eyes blessedly like his mother’s and not the father he hadn’t known, open and searching. 

“Hi,” she said softly, squeezing the hand she still held. To her relief, he squeezed back, not as strong as he normally would be, but strong and alive and vital. 

“What the hell happened?” he asked, his eyes casting about the room. “Is there water?” he rasped before she could answer the first question.

Bo looked around and found a jug and cups left nearby. She pulled her hand from his and poured him some, then offered it to him, holding the straw to his lips. He drank greedily before she pulled it away. “Careful. You’ve been out for a week.”

He scowled and she sent a little prayer of gratitude to the stars. If he was well enough to be grumpy, he was going to be ok.

“What happened?” he asked again, his voice sounding more like his own this time, though still barely more than a whisper.

“You were too brave for your own good and your rescue attempt got blown up by Imps,” she told him, offering him another small sip of water.

He furrowed his brow in confusion for a moment, and then a dawning recollection crossed his face, then pain. “Oh no. No, no-”

“Hang on,” she cut off his spiral of grief and guilt. “You did good, ad’ika. Everyone got out.”

“Really?” 

She nodded, taking his hand again. “You had a feeling things were about to go bad, so you sent everyone down, to an old bomb shelter, instead of up, like I told you. We had to dig you all out, but you got them all out.”

He seemed to melt into the thin mattress with relief. Then another look of confusion crossed his face. “Then why am I here?”

She smiled a sad little smile. “Because you’re too much like your parents. They said you were behind the group, helping a couple of the kids. You got them through the door, shoved them through, but you were a second too late. You didn’t make it to the shelter.”

His face sagged a little. “Oh.”

She reached over and took his hand again, squeezing it. “Now that you’re awake, you’ll be ok. Your brain just got rattled around. Maybe it knocked some good sense into you.”

He laughed a tired little laugh. She pressed a call button- someone should probably look at him before he dozed back off. “Hopefully not too much. My total lack of sense got ten prisoners out.” He lifted his hand, touching the bandage, then smiled at her with a bit of the mischief she was not in any way ready to lose. “Is it going to scar?”

She laughed at their old, inside joke. When she’d met him, eight years earlier, the only scars he bore were the typical kid scars from scraped knees and elbows. He’d asked her that same question after Gar Saxon had hit him with a crushing fist in a moment Bo tried not to relive. These days, he carried the scars of a warrior, marks left from fighting an impossible enemy.

She squeezed his hand once more as a medic swept in. “Your hair will cover it,” she promised, and stepped aside.

She watched the medic tend to her nephew, asking him the types of questions you ask a head trauma patient. She took a deep steadying breath. He was going to be ok. “Thank you,” she whispered to his mother she felt still so near. 

She had plenty of her own physical scars. They hardly mattered to her. The scars that did matter, though, were the unseen ones on her heart, from what, who, she had lost. If she lost Korkie, the weight of that scar would be too much for her to bear. He infuriated her to no end, and she knew he felt the same for her, but she loved him. He was her last bit of family, the only physical reminder she had of the sister she abandoned then betrayed, save a few trinkets here and there. His loss would break her, and she prayed that that would be a scar she would never have to carry.

#bo katan kryze #korkie kryze #satine kryze #korkie is a kenobi #it doesn't even matter to this story really but he's a kenobi #but more so he is a Kryze #bo-katan week 2023 #bkw 2023

[clan-wren-liber-sabine-wren]

Day 5 of the Bo-katan kryze week. As a costume design student, he had to design something for her.

Maybe I'll cosplay it

#bokatankryzefanart #bokatanfanart #clankryze #mandalore #bokatankryze #bo katan week #bkw 2023

[projectorthus]

Oh MAN I finally sucked it up and drew Bald Pre. It nearly killed me. But I think I did a half decent job. Anyways I’m super happy with this one.

I’ll be camping for the next few days so hopefully the scheduled posts work!

#bkw2023 #bkw 2023 #bo katan week #bo katan week 2023 #bo katan #bo katan kryze #pre vizsla #satine kryze #Star Wars #fan art

[perigilpin]

Bo-Katan Week Day 2

Prompt: Wedding/Marriage

#bo katan kryze #the armorer #nitearmor #armorkatan #bkw 2023 #Star Wars #my art #SW #inspired by the friezes in the Kryze castle (rip) #and also THEM #not a traditional wedding per say but I mean they’ve already symbolically joined thier factions during a large ceremony SO

[thegirlsinthecity]

Bo Katan Week Day 1: Bo Katan and Ahsoka

#star wars #ahsoka tano #bo katan kryze #bkw 2023 #bosoka #bo katan week #bo-katan kryze #ahsokatan #my art #thegirlsinthecity #okay the colours were driving me insane so i tried to fix it #my screen is always wayyy too blue so i try and compensate with red #but i went overboard on the red #this now looks too blue to me but hopefully looks more normal for everyone else

[underworldobsessed]

Tagging: @bokatanweek Summary: Bo had been dreading this for some time, today was the day that Satine had agreed to meet Din. She knew logically there was nothing to worry about, but she can't calm herself down. Satine tries, but realizes that there's more going on between the two and perhaps it is time to intervene on Bo's behalf. ll Bo-Katan Week Day 3: Bo-Katan and Satine

Author's Note: I didn't realize how many of my Bo week prompts turned into DinBo until I really looked at it, but it's fine. I think this is one of my favorites that I wrote this time around, because I got to write more of Bo and Satine interacting and being sisters. I hope you all enjoy!

#bkw 2023 #Bo Katan Week #bo-katan kryze #satine kryze #din djarin #dinbo #Jen Writes

[synthwwavve]

Bo-Katan Week free day: alternate prompt "Death Watch" and belated day 5 "Mand'alor" 💀👑

mand'alor!Bo and nite owl!Pre clan/role swap au concept I've been thinking about 🦅🦉

I really just wanted an excuse to draw my trashlords in this ref pose lol

#bkw 2023 #bo katan week #bkw2023 #bo katan kryze #pre vizsla #bo/pre #death watch #star wars art #star wars #mandalorian #my art #synthart