(While On Kamino When They Were Cadets.)

omega: don’t tell them about this

crosshair: you want me to LIE to our brothers?

omega: is that a problem?

crosshair: no, absolutely not

I just. Love Mando’a so fucking much. It’s so great.

They have three different words to describe ways to be stabbed. Bikadinir (to stab with a broad blade; “run through”), chekar (to stab with a small blade, “shiv”), and kalikir (to stab with a narrow blade, “skewer”).

They have one pronoun. Kaysh. That’s it. Buir is just parent, there’s no mom/dad. No son/daughter, just ad, ad’ika, ikaad. Child. Vod can mean sibling, friend, comrade. All at once. Amazing.

They have dozens of ways to insult someone. Di’kut, someone who forgets to put their pants on. Utreekov, emptyhead. Najaat, no honor. Dini, lunatic. Kaysh mirsh solus, “their brain cell is lonely.” Skanah, “much hated person/thing.” Hut’uun, coward. Ge’hut’uun, not even notable enough to be called a coward (how insulting is that?). Demagolka, originating from Demagol, the name of a scientist who was so fucking shitty that his name became the worst insult a Mandalorian could call you. And that insult is child abuser, monster, war criminal, someone with no honor.

And then there’s “shab”, which we don’t have an official definition for, but the fandom collectively agrees it means “fuck.” Because we have shabiir (to screw up), shab’la (screwed up), shab’rudur (to screw with), and shabuir (jerk but much stronger, AKA asshole/motherfucker).

And Mando’ade don’t say “I love you.” They say “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” I hold you in my heart for eternity. Like. Are you serious. That’s so much better than “I love you.” If someone said that to me I would die on the spot.

Mirshmure’cya means “brain kiss.” Slang for headbutt, which is a thing Mando’ade do a lot, apparently. And it’s a sign of affection, too. They show affection by gently bonking their helmets together. How adorable is that???

Oh, and shereshoy. A lust for life “and much more.” Represented by orange on their armor. “The enjoyment of each day and the determination to seek and grab every possible experience, as well as surviving to see the next day - hanging onto life and relishing it.” And that “oy” at the end of it, derived from “Oya!”

“Oya”, which can mean so many things. A war cry before a fight or hunt. A celebration. An encouragement. “Let’s hunt!” “Hoorah!” “Cheers!” “That’s the spirit!”

This post got much longer than I meant it to lol. I’ll stop here. But you get the gist. Mando’a is a wonderful language and I am in love with it.

so! I did a thing over the past two weeks and drew all seven of my main ocs!

jaig first! he's got a partner named dul and two kids named noé (9 years old) and eidami (21 years old)! that is his strill that he named akaan who is a very good baby!! his sword was a gift from dul after he lost the old one being stupid. the sheath says "❤️mir'senaar❤️" which is a mando'a word I mashed together using mirsh (brain) and senaar (bird) to mean bird-brain.

aurebesh translations: the cans say "paint", the arrow pointing to him says "probably needs glasses", and the arrows pointing to his cups are "drinking water" (left) and "paint water" (right)

do you think the birth families of the jedi mourned when they heard the news about order 66. do you think they worried and that they weeped when the clone wars began and they heard that their children were going off to fight in it. do you think they looked at their calendars and kept track of how old their children had become every birthday. do you think they knew that their child was only 10 when they were murdered during order 66. do you think any jedi went out to find their birth parents after losing the only family they really knew. do you think any families sheltered other escaping jedi, knowing what likely happened to their own. do you think the families cried. do you think they mourned. do you think, even though they hadn't seen their children in years... they still weeped?

y'all ever get bored and draw a tattoo design based off a fictional family the made you cry

all of the batch are represented in some way:

-the half skull is hunter

-the cracks around the skull's eye is crosshair

-the explosion is wrecker

-the kinda glitch effect/tech-ish pattern around the explosion is tech

-the gears are echo because I couldn't figure out how to fit his handprint in here

-the thing at the very top is omega's little pendant from when the first got her

see, the problem with liking star wars, and specifically obi-wan is that a lot of people also like him but they like him wrong. like girl, idgaf about obi-wan leaving the order! he wouldn't do that! like, the appeal of obi-wan's character to me is the fact that he's like The Jedi ever. and so many people wanna take that away from him

also! as an aroallo person, i love like, whatever the jedi have going on with their code and i see many a fic where writers just like, disregard it?? and i love codywan as much as the next guy, I just need to see them have the worlds worst situationship ever bc neither of them want to break their codes but also whatever they got going on is so so good and also its a war so who is gonna stop them and also their relationship is going to go down in flames and hurt the both of them so much

anyways, thanks for reading my mini rant

my oc eidami!!

she was raised mandalorian, got seperated from her parents and vod'ika by the empire, and then refound them. eidami also has three (3) partners whom she loves very much.

this is her redesign, might post the original design for her later along with more of her story.

as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.

Having aesthetic attraction to a character without a trace of any romantic or sexual feelings attached is so strange

It's like there's a guy (gn) on my screen. I like how he looks and the way he moves. I don't want to have sex with him, I don't imagine myself dating him or something of that sort. There's no physical reaction at all.

But there's this ephemeral urge to, I don't know, simultaneously gnaw on him like a bone, study him under a microscope, encase him in chrome and put in my living room, and watch him do the same gesture that ticked me on a loop for approximately three million times?

Does that make sense??