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❤️🌈HAPPY PRIDE! 🌈❤️

I had to draw Cinna, Fleur, and Juniper to celebrate! Happy Pride from the My Werewolf Girlfriend crew~🥰🥰

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tiredjustsoverytired

I got "The Jedi Path", "Book of Sith", "The Bountyhunter Code", and "Imperial Handbook" Box set and the books are gorgeous. They all have a unique feel and aesthetic to them and are annotated by the characters, it's really cool. While the versions of "Smuggler's Guide" and "The Rebel Files" I have aren't as fancy, they're still so cool!

I kinda wish there were two more books in the series though:

"The Supercommando Codex", abridged and translated into basic (with a short dictonary of important Mando'a words and phrases). A shortened version for new foundlings of the True Mandalorians. It could have notes from Jaster, Jango and Boba, who then gave it to Din. It could even have pages that are 'stuck' in that explain more about the Children of the Watch

"GAR rules and Regulations", annotated by some of the Clone Commanders and Troopers (at the very least Cody and Rex). This would be especially usefull to finally give us an overview of the structure of the GAR and finally explain who the other Generals in charge of the other System Armies were, as well as show what Jedi had what rank. Maybe it could also tells us about the Clone batches and have a section on their training/childhood on Kamino

kara-knight

I've seen Jedi reciting the Resol'nare plenty of times in fic. What I love in Jedi/Mandalorian relationships though is when the cultural exchange flows both ways. So, where are the Mandalorians reciting the Jedi Code?

There is emotion, yet there is peace.

They could be sitting in meditation with their Jedi partner/s because even if they cannot touch the Force, they've found this quiets their buzzing mind, and it's like their Jedi taught them how to breathe again. (The serene face of their Jedi sitting in the sunshine with their eyes closed, their lashes casting tiny shadows on their cheeks as they reach out to the universe, to the Manda, to the Force? Well, thats not half bad either.)

There is ignorance, yet there is knowledge.

Understanding is entwined with intimacy, and the foundations of your relationship are being built of beskar when you care, when you try to understand what is so fundamental to the world of the person you love. So much of Jedi culture is based on teaching and learning. When you're a Mando who could only guess at what is truth and what is legend about the Order though youve heard a lot of wild tales, every time you're at the Temple its not just your Jedi, its all the knights, masters and right down to the younglings who want to share their knowledge. That's how it begins to feel like home. (And the Jedi library? You've never seen anything that could hold a candle to it.)

There is passion, yet there is serenity.

You never knew Jedi could get angry before you spent any time with them. Just hadn't thought about it. Now you could see it, clear as day. They were shaking with it, silently burning up with it. And yet they did not act. "There's kids in there. They've got ad'ike, younglings!" You gesture sharply towards the warehouse you've been scouting out that should've been abandoned. From your vantage point, through the high windows you can both see heavily armed beings shoving around children. The zoom on your HUD lets you see the tear tracks on their faces. You start forwards, ready to jump off the ledge, jet-pack roaring. "Stop." Bare fingers close around your gloved hand. Fierfek, sometimes you wished they'd wear more armour than one white vambrace swirled with gold like you'd seen on the Temple Guards and its pair, your own bright painted beskar. You take a breath and you can see your Jedi's chest rise and fall in time with it. You could break their grip, their hand, but you won't. Not never. You trust them. They're as angry as you are. You trust them to see what you can't. "Why? What do you think we should do?" "If we go in there 'sabers and blasters blazing, it'll be the kids who'll get hurt. Not us. Not those shabuir'e who are doing this. Those kids." "Ka'ra. Oh Force. You're right." They don't rub it in, just nod grimly. "We do this my way. We do this carefully, and Force willing, everyone goes home tonight." You slide your hand through their loosened fingers to slot them together, to hold them. They lean in and press your foreheads together.

There is chaos, yet there is harmony.

Jedi go through lightsaber katas like they are not only fighting but creating, footsteps soft, barely brushing salle or sparring circle floor. They dance. When they fight, they are a whirlwind of flashing, shrieking plasma. It's blue, it's yellow, it's green, it's purple, it's all so bright, raining down like the long ago monsoons of Mandalore's jungles. It takes a far more skilled warrior to wound not kill in the tulmult of combat as those burning blades find their mark. And you follow them, stepping in where they leave themselves open (they know you'll be there), staying close even as searing light skims over your head (they know you'll be there), walking away from the fight to finish the rescue no matter how much it pains you, letting them dive into the fray alone (because they know you'll be there). (The Ka'ra and the Force shine upon you. You take the kids home together. You all get out.)

There is death, yet there is the Force.

When they watch their Jedi use the Force, it feels like the universe itself is in the room. Their Jedi laughs and tells them that the universe has been here all along. The Force flows through us, the Force protects us, and the Force ties us together. It is part of all of us since before we became us and we will be part of it for always after us. It doesn't end, it doesn't need to begin, it just is. We are the universe, you and me, we are our two peoples whether they fight or die side by side, hand in hand. It is the Temple and it is Manda'yaim. It goes beyond the galaxy and all we know and love, it is all we know and love. We are something and we are everything.

So, what if there are Mandalorians also reciting the Jedi Code? What a beautiful universe we could be creating.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Where did your rescuer go?” “Me'ven? He was just here… I owe him a life debt.” “Goodluck trying to tell him that.” A nearby foodtender muttered, “He’s of the Old Way. They don’t accept life debts. Especially not from Verd’ike.” “A Traditionalist?” “Nyac. The Olden Way. The True Way. Whatever you call it.” The Mando shrugged. Understanding dawned as Jaster caught on to what the Mando meant. The Olden Way held different values from most Resol’nare. Their Creed kept their Ways close, they kept their secrets with their lives. It was difficult to find information on them because they themselves were hard to find. They were ghosts. The only reason Jaster knew that much was because one of his closer Verde was once of a Covert which held true to the Olden Ways. His Creed was broken and while he sought Redemption to return in the beginning, he found his soulmate who was not of his Creed. “Olden Way or not, our tendons have granted him the life debt of my ad and me. One for saving his life, and one because I failed to be there to protect it.” Jaster muttered. “Kriff.” Jango cursed. “We’ll find him.” Jaster promised. —- Timetravel + Soulmate Au In which Jaster is a simp for his very pretty, very confused Mandalorian soulmate. Din is just confused why his ship is suddenly considered modern and why fuel is suddenly cheap.

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I don't think Jocasta Nu gets enough credit for this moment where she purges the entire Jedi Archive data to keep the Empire from being able to access that trove of knowledge for their purposes:

It's just the valor of surviving Order 66, somehow, impossibly getting away, and yet still coming back into her gutted home-turned-tomb to do this excruciating, ultimate act of sacrifice. Destroying this last physical manifestation of her people's culture, identity, and her own life's work. It's such a Jedi moment: letting something deeply important go, not out of apathy or coldness, but to protect others.

Jocasta as a character is so defined by her exchange in AotC, telling Obi-Wan that if something isn't in the Jedi Archives, it doesn't exist. So many fans have interpreted that as to stand for the arrogance of the Jedi, not the pride in her life's work collecting and maintaining a resource as incredible and massive as the Jedi Archives. I think this act is even more powerful answer to those charges; far from Jocasta Nu being a posterchild for the Jedi doggedly clinging to an institution for the sake of itself, she's willing to throw all of that away in an instant if it means one less weapon for the Empire.

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Wrecker watches her with quiet anticipation, patient as his brothers receive their medals all before he does. She moves to stand in front of him, inclining her head up to look at him properly. It’s only now that she realizes just how tall he truly is, towering over her with ease. It makes her chuckle warmly, waving a hand down to him, “I’m afraid you’ll have to bend down a bit for me, big guy.”

Chapter 12 of Plague of the Republic by @eternalqueenofnaboo, for @clonebang.

Presenting the last chapter! 💗 If anyone is interested in devouring 58k words of Padme & Bad Batch working together and becoming friends in one sitting, you may do so now.

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Cigarette Stub: Intro

Short self-indulgent story with semi-effort put into it. Please bear with me, fellas. I just want to practice writing stories, but I can't write. :'] The timeline takes place between S2E3 and S2E12.