lion hearted

a fucking woman

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                                               Welcome!

                       This is an independent Cara Dune from The Mandalorian.                                                 As loved by AJ (she/her)                                        This blog is drama free and ship friendly

          .I would like to start off saying that I would highly appreciate if people can separate actress from character. I am fully aware of her actions, and I do not support her. This blog is based only on the character, Cara Dune.

     .My rules page is found on THIS doc      .Here’s a link to my PROMO if you wish to be so kind.

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     Hello!

     I’ve been thinking about bringing her back since I’m rewatching The Mandalorian. I love Cara’s character a lot, and I want to explore it more. My anxiety has been stopping me, though. This is due to the controversy with the actress. Yes, I still use her original actress, but this doesn’t mean I condone her actions.

      I’m hoping, as I come back, that people can tell the difference between actress and character? 

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deathslayus​:

       how   a   string   of   words ,   the   lure   cast   out   yielding   a   favorable   result ,   can   dissipate   the   burdening   weight   of   failure   and   allow   shoulders   to   drop   at   ease .   the   heavy   trudge   boots   kicking   the   loose   gravel   arrive   at   stop ,   her   back   still   to   the   soldier .   keen   awareness ,   the   adept   hearing   of   halting   boots   coincide   with   her   cloud   riders   stopping   in   their   march   and   turning   back   to   their   leader .   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳   𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂   𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙰𝙽   𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽   𝙾𝙵   𝙷𝙴𝚁 .   a   limb   of   one   mind   and   body ;   a   synchrony   of   warriors   made   into   a   machine   of   war .        a   simple ,   yet   subtle   nod   and   command   given .    ❝   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 .   ❞   at   once   her   riders   are   dispersed   to   their   posts   in   preparing   the   ship ,   leaving   behind   just   the   two   of   most   precarious   acquaintanceships .   the   outcome   was   yet   to   be   determined ,   but   something   inclined   enfys   that   she   should   prepare   for   taking   on   an   extra   passenger .   a   de-escalation   of   tension   allows   enfys   to   march   back ,   granting   the   soldier   her   full   attention .   it   was   apparent   she   was   in   need   of   answers   first   before   committing   herself   to   a   cause .

        ❝   𝐀   𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍   𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 .   ❞   there   was   no   denying   what   was   done   to   alderaan ,   the   first   casualty   of   the   Empire ,   was   an   unspeakable   horror .   displacing   people   of   their   home ,   culture ,   loved   ones ,   and   self   identity .   a   blow   meant   to   𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚃   𝙾𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙻   𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 .   to   wallow   in   grief   and   anger ,   enslaving   its   survivors   in   a   cycle   of   violence .   as   young   as   she   may   be ,   enfys   nest   has   walked   this   blurred   line   between   justice   and   revenge .   and   oh ,   HOW   THE   DARK   COULD   LEAD   ONE   ASTRAY   FROM   THE   CAUSE .   she’s   seen   what   it   could   do   to   a   person ;   leaving   them   forsaken   and   alone ,   left   to   fight   the   demons   of   the   past   with   no   real   future   ahead .   that   is   what   had   become   of   her   friend :   𝚂𝙰𝚆   𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚁𝙰 .   before   the   darkness   finally   consumed   him .    ❝   𝐀   𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .   𝐀   𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐎𝐅   𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 .   𝐀   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄   𝐖𝐄   𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐖𝐄   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 .   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐈𝐓   𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐁𝐄   𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 .   ❞

              Yes,   she   would   like   to   know   more   about   this   before   agreeing   to   anything.   She   thought   it   only   seemed   a   fair   trade.   Cara   had   lost   her   way,   she   will   admit   that.   She   took   her   frustration   out   on   petty   jobs,   making   credits,   and   staying   low.   Her   loss   of   her   planet   striked   her   harder   than   she   would   have   thought.   Besides   that,   she   couldn’t   handle   the   jobs   the   Rebels   had   her   do.   Not   because   they   were   hard,   but   because   they   were   simple.   There   wasn’t   any   fighting,   just   escorting.   She   wanted   those   people   to   feel   her   fists.   They   took   her   home   from   her,   took   everything   she   knew   and   loved...

              She   lifted   her   brown   gaze   to   meet   the   other   as   she   came   up   to   her.   Her   head   dipped   to   the   side   in   curiosity.   Something   bigger   than   themselves?   Cara   only   saw   what   was   in   front   of   her,   the   boiling   anger   and   hatred   for   the   Empire.   So   young,   and   yet   she   could   see   through   the   blurred   lines.   She   walked   the   right   paths...   it   was   something   she   should   have   been   doing.

                “   I   see.   ”   

               Hardly.   She   was   too   stubborn   for   her   own   good.   Or,   perhaps,   she   did   know   what   the   younger   meant.   She   just   didn’t   want   to   admit   all   that   she   was   doing   was   wrong.   That   she   should   have   been   fighting   in   a   different   way.   

               “   You   wanted   me   to   be   a   part   of   this   cause?   ”   a   brow   arched,   head   straightened,   “   Would   I   have   to   wear   that   kind   of   outfit?   ”

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preempire​:

Hearing Cara’s determination to make the holiday good for the little one got a short laugh out of him, quiet though it was.

“If you’re that determined,” he said, “then I’m sure it’ll come true.”

And then, a bit embarrassed, he added, “You don’t have to make it special for me, though.”

Cara was tough, no-nonsense sort of person. Her prowess on the battlefield alone proved this. While he hadn’t counted on her having any personal experience with the holiday (a move that might’ve been presumptuous on his part, given the only reference he had was his own non-experience), that she sounded just as determined to bring the Child joy as she did when she discussed battle strategies for victory was a comfort.

He appreciated it. (And, not for the first time, he was glad to have her for a friend.)

As they exited the city entrance, the Razor Crest came into view, the sun reflecting nicely off the top edge of it. Instead of opening the passenger’s entrance, however, Din hit the button for the main hatch.

When it opened, bags of purchased decorations were revealed. The Child cooed in excitement, and with one little hand still holding Cara’s, the other one pointed out something really special: a miniature Life Tree in a pot, decorated with tinsel and teeny, hanging ornaments. He hoped she thought it was cool!

                        He   was   a   child   in   the   middle   of   all   of   this?   Of   course   she   wanted   to   make   it   special.   Behind   her   hard   walls   was   someone   with   a   kind   heart.   Only   a   select   few   got   to   see   it.   Din   was   one   of   those   few   to   see   it   slip   out   here   and   there.   Cara   was   thankful   that   she   had   someone   she   could   express   this   softness   with,   someone   who   wouldn’t   judge   her.

                     “   Oh   it   will.   ”

              Brown   hues   spotted   his   ship   ahead   of   them.   The   sun   reflecting   off   it   made   her   wince.   She   could   never   get   over   it   with   the   many   times   she’s   seen   his   ship.   It   will   always   put   her   in   awe.   However,   when   she   dropped   her   gaze   to   the   inside   of   his   ship,   she   saw   the   many   bags   of   decorations.   This   made   her   lips   twitch,   almost   pulling   themselves   into   another   smile.     

                   “     You     weren’t     kidding,     ”     a     brow     quirked     as     she     took     a     glance     at     Din     next     to     her.     

                    Cara     stepped     inside,     looking     around.     She     was     already     trying     to     decide     what     would     look     best     where.     Of     course,     she     would     exactly     need     to     see     what     kind     of     decorations     he     got     besides     the     lights.     The     lights     were     something     they     could     easily     put     up.

                         The     soft     coos     got     her     her     attention     instantly.     She     looked     at     the     miniature     tree    that     he     seemed     to     be     proud     of.     Cara     placed     the     child     down     next     to     it,     crouching     to     put     her     arms     on     her     knees,     “     I’m     guessing     you     decorated     this     tree,     little     guy?     ”     she     gestured     with     her     head,     “     You     did     a     pretty     good     job.     Very     festive.     ”

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Cara Dune and Fennec Shand  The Mandalorian | 2.07 “The Believer”

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deathslayus​:

       ❝   𝐍𝐎,   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄   𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.   𝐀𝐓   𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄   𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐍   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.   ❞     the   delivery   of   her   words   cleave   through   the   scorching   vexation ;     frigid   observation ,   the   cold   steel   of   serrated   words   to   douse   an   eruption   of   a   violent   evident.   a   collected   voice ,   still   soft   from   the   girl   that   inhabited   the   shell   of   a   child   of   war ,   has   lost   its   vigor   to   raise   further   challenge   to   the   soldier.   the   deflation   in   enfys’   words   mark   the   falter   to   insult   the   pride   of   the   rebel.   instead   lungs   ache   from   the   heaviness   that   has   settled   at   the   bottom   of   their   chamber ,   a   disappointment   to   burden   shoulders   of   a   lost   cause.

       the   soldier’s   plight ,   her   unwavering   loyalty   to   the   rebellion ,   is   driven   under   a   blinding   torment   of   vengeance.   a   devotion   sullied   by   the   bleeding   wound   not   spared   a   moment   to   heal.   everyone   has   their   reasons   to   join   the   cause ,   enfys   supposed.   to   invalidate   her   pain   before   her   face   was   the   real   insult ,   one   which   the   girl   in   her   mother’s   armor   wished   she   could   swallow   back.   at   least   the   ceasefire   of   daggered   words   could   begin   to   mend   the   fissure.

       ❝   𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.   𝐌𝐘   𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.   ❞    it   was   evident   that   this   was   not   something   credits   could   barter   for.   a   soldier   hellbent   on   vengeance   stains   their   purpose   for   the   cause.   the   empire ,   this   endless   war   she   was   born   into ,   it   has   taken   much   from   her   too.   but   if   she   had   taken   her   mother’s   armor   to   lay   waste   to   those   who’ve   robbed   her   of   her   childhood ,   she   would   have   tarnished   her   mother’s   legacy   &   killed   the   cloud   riders   that   depended   on   her   to   lead   them   with   a   clear   mind.   sometimes   the   hardest   thing   to   do   was   setting   aside   one’s   pain   to   serve   a   higher   calling.   ❝   𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐌𝐘   𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐖𝐄   𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄   𝐀   𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄.   𝐖𝐄   —  𝐈   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍   𝐔𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐖𝐀𝐘   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄   𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.   ❞   even   at   the   cross   of   jagged   edged   words ,   enfys   knows   when   she’s   been   defeated.   the   end   of   her   conquest   to   recruit   the   rebel   has   proven   fruitless.   thus ,   there   is   no   reason   to   delay   her   departure.   a   march   of   retreat   from   her   convoy   of   riders ,   sparing   a   final   word   over   her   shoulder   to   the   soldier.    ❝   𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓   𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃   𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐓𝐎𝐎   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆.   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅   𝐓𝐎   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋.   𝐈𝐅   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  …  𝐃𝐎   𝐈𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓.   ❞   

             She   believed   in   a   better   future,   yes,   but   that   was   hidden   beneath   all   her   rage   for   what   they   had   done   to   her   planet.   Cara   had   a   heart,   warm   and   kind,   but   covered   in   the   casing   of   her   anger.   She   thought   punching   her   way   through   it   would   make   her   feel   better.   Cara   really   didn’t   feel   any   better.   She   felt   worse,   and   it   made   her   want   to   punch   more.   It   made   her   this   hard   case   that   she   was   now.   She   doesn’t   remember   who   she   was   before   this.   That   life   shattered   to   pieces,   made   into   dust,   and   drifted   into   space   like   her   planet.

             The   once   shock   trooper   hated   this   conversation   because   she   knew   that   she   was   right.   She   had   lost   herself   in   her   anger   and   revenge   that   all   of   this...what   was   the   reason?

             “   What   higher   purpose   do   you   serve?   ” 

             she   didn’t   make   eye   contact,   staring   beyond   the   person   before   her.   Her   jaw   was   clenched,   fists   loose,   and   yet   still   on   high   alert.   Not   ready   for   a   fight,   but   more   guarded.

           Though   Cara   appeared   to   be   done   with   this   conversation,   she   on   the   inside,   was   curious.   Perhaps,   she   needed   guidance,   some   help,   but   she   wouldn’t   admit   that.   She   only   hoped   that   her   silent   plea   was   enough.

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Fennec and Cara in The Mandalorian | 2x07

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The Mandalorian - Chapter 16: The Rescue

[captaincyndimi]

I had to fit in this one last super-rushed prediction sketch before tomorrow. Hope you find this as funny as I did. 

BONUS:

[shocktroop]

maximummuses​:

“Agreed.”  The Mandalorian answers.  He’s only had to fight Trandoshans a few times, but those few times have been too close for comfort.  Better to play it safe and take them out now.  “Anything you need?”  Din questions.  Things like blasters or thermal detonators.  

              “   Anything   I   need?   ”   she   spoke   with  amusement,   a   brow  arched   in   a   playful   way.

              “   Funny,   Mando,  ”   her   arms  crossed   over   armored  chest,   “   I   got   my   blaster  by   my   side,  and   if   anything,  I   got   you   with   me,   ”   she   shrugged  her   shoulders.   She   might   have  a   thermal   detonator  or   two   about  her   belt,   but   she   didn’t  think   she   would  need   more,   “   I   say   I’m   pretty   set.  ”

[shocktroop]

Possible Mando spoilers below:

     I have such a HARD time believe that Cara doesn’t know who Luke Skywalker is and what he is. 

     The man destroyed the first Death Star, something that Cara would be forever grateful to happen. The Death Star killed her people and her family. She would have liked to see who that man was that had done so, give her thanks in a professional way (though inside I’m sure she would want to hug him).

     With word traveling through the Rebellion about a Jedi that is Luke Skywalker, Cara would have heard about it. She probably seen him a few times, but never really spoken with him. 

    That in mind, she would have had some sort of indication of what Grogu is. With what she’s seen him do, feel him choke her...she knew he was like a Jedi. I feel as though she didn’t say anything about it is because she doesn’t know where Luke Skywalker is. However, I feel at the end of s1, she would have given his name to Din.

    So, on that bridge, watching him fight, and seeing him enter...she would know exactly who he is. 

[nobodytoldthehorse]

Apparently “spite” is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “What motivates you?”

[shocktroop]

samaritancpt​:

“Bullshit.” The male called the woman out as eyes moved over her form, checking for any other damage. Cara Dune was an impressive woman. Strong, capable…he had no doubt, But she had just tangled with a group of bucketheads. That wasn’t something even the most capable walked out of unscathed. However he let it go. Something told him to to argue with this one and Cal didn’t feel like getting his ass kicked by the former shock trooper. 

“Lets at least get that cleaned up. First round at the cantina is on me.”

           Cara   injured,   frustrated,  looking   down   at   the   white  armor   of   troopers  she   managed   to   take   down.  She   was   relieved,  annoyed   that   she   was   injured,  but   overall   relieved.  She   only   saw   a   target  on   their   heads.  After   all   they  put   the   galaxy  through,   after   what  they   did   to   her   planet...

           She   almost   forgot  she   wasn’t   alone.

              The   man   offered  a   helping   hand  and   a   drink  on   him.   Cara  thought   about   it   for   a   moment,   but   was   defeated  with   a   small  sigh.   She   might  as   well   take  it.

           “   Fine.   As   long   as   you   pay.  Fine   with   me.   ”

[shocktroop]

preempire​:

It’s strange to hear Cara, so confident and assured and all-around better than him at most things, to have any ounce of self-doubt. It’s not that it’s unbelievable, of course, but it seems a rare thing. And it seems even more like it’s a side of her that nobody’s ever really privy to.

Then again, considering he’s opened up about his own ineptitude, maybe it’s just a matter of understanding that she’s safe here, with him.

“If you don’t,” Din ends up saying, his head cocking slightly as his shoulders go up, “you’ll figure it out.

“And if you still don’t, you can’t be worse than the kid and I, anyway.”

The Child’s ears perk at that, a soft ‘huh?’ coming out of him as he looks Din’s way. Then he blows a raspberry, as if he doesn’t want to be lumped together with him. Din chuckles again, but doesn’t blame him for it, either.

“Those’re the lights we got,” he confirms. “The warm ones.

“The flashy ones looked… mm. They’re too bright for a ship that’s moving all the time.”

           Cara   was   many  things,   on   the   outside,   but   only   those  who   dared   to   get   close  to   her   understood.  She   hid   her   deeper   emotions  away,   not   wanting  those   to   get   blown   to   dust   like  her   whole   planet.  She   was   afraid   to   lose  anyone   else   close  to   her.   A   reason   she   kept   everyone  at   an   arm’s  length.

           Despite   what   she   wanted   to   do,   Din   and   The   Child   seemed  to   creep   past  those   walls,   and   she   didn’t  quite   mind   it.   She   enjoyed  the   company   in   her   walls,  but   anxiety   and   fear   lurked  in   the   distance,  and   she   would  try   to   seal  herself   back   up.

              The   sound   The   Child   made  pulled   her   back   to   reality   once  more,   letting   her   smile   only  widen,   “   He   sounds  offended   to   be   tied   into  you   with   this,  ”   eyes   shifted  back   to   Din,  “   Smart   kid.  ”

              “   Flashy   ones   aren’t  bad,   but   you’re  trying   to   keep  a   low   profile.  It’s   good   that  you   didn't   go   with   them.  Besides,   if   the   kid   wants  to   see   that  kind   of   lights,  I'm   sure   we   can   set   some   up   in   town.  We’ll   make   sure  he   enjoys   the   holiday.   Make  wholesome   memories...ones   that  he   won’t   forget.  ”

           “   You   said   you   didn’t   get   to   celebrate  this   as   a   kid,   right?  Then   I   guess  this   will   be   special   for   you   two.  ”