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Bo-Katan Kyrze being accidentally adopted into Din's covert, the one she kept shit talking, all because she saved him from drowning is literally the most god fucking hilarious shit ever. I'm wheezing
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itberice · 1 year
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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.
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letsunity · 2 years
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Bo-Katan Kryze: Your ancestors would find you incomprehensible and your descendants will despise your grave.
Boba Fett: This is by far the best compliment I’ve ever received.
Din Djarin: You are a vicious fighter and have the moral compass and integrity of a jenga tower made of wet paper.
Boba Fett: Sorry, Kryze, it’s now the second best compliment I’ve ever received
Din Djarin: Thank you. 
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cuppertys · 1 year
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Forever a Bo x armourer shipper ^^
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merrysithmas · 1 year
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yesssss this is exactly what i wanted
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startrekin-it · 1 year
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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.
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Hearing the armourer say “lady kryze” and watching them jet pack side by side had me clutching my heart in
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kalevalakryze · 9 months
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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
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the-obiwan-for-me · 1 year
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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
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Bo-Katan is a fascist and Satine is a fascist wearing a liberal hat. Both of them are TERFS. Hope this helps.
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airasilver · 1 year
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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?
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Out of all the decisions they could have made regarding his name, this was one of the Absolute Worst Ones.
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cuppertys · 1 year
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Grogu's dad and his lesbian wine aunt !!
This is gay - lesbian solidarity at its finest
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merrysithmas · 1 year
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the show but bo katan calls them din dong and grogurt the whole time
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other-peoples-coats · 2 years
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Next chapter of be that monster you been wanting is up, finally! Long one, this time. In which Qui-gon investigates the east wing, does some questionable translation, and makes a plan.
== There is, once again, a supplementary post about the mando'a in this chapter; it's not necessary to understand the contents, just world building notes and translation stuff, if you're interested in the nitty gritty.
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sith-as-heck · 1 year
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Phantom pains
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Alinka stared at the setting sun, Her mind was reminded of the time she spent under the collapsed ruins of her home, half blind, bleeding and in tremendous pain, she wasn’t sure how a child survived that ordeal, how was she so strong as to not only live for three days in that cramped, painful hell, but also recover to see the sun set over two decades later?
Her prosthetics ached, she wasn’t sure how much of it was real pain or simply the memory of it.
She lost the left side of her in that accident, her leg from the hip down, her arm from the shoulder and the skin from both her torso and face, and her eye. 
All replaced by synthetic skin and metal now.
But the phantom pain still came and went, in a second she was that scared six year old, clinging to the rays of sunshine pushing through smashed permacrete. 
“Link..” 
Bo-Katan’s voice, the same voice that had been her salvation all those years ago, as armored hands gripped hers. 
“We’re having dinner, it's almost ready.”
The red haired woman had taken in Alinka, once she was well enough to be discharged from hospital, adopted her as a fondling, her own parents Fa and Goso had been killed in the blast, she would later find out it was a droid ship that smashed into the ground, shot down by a Republic fighter.
“I want to watch this first..” Alinka replied
The sun had now turned into an orange glow as it disappeared from view. 
Bo-Katan chuckled, “Don’t admire the scenery for too long, or I’ll eat your stew for you.”
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