#kara-post

[kara-knight]

For the nerd Jaster JSTOR enjoyers:

[Image description: a version of the "not what I'm called meme". on one side is a comic panel of a Mandalorian in red and black armour with a cape firing a bayonet blaster. The Mandalorian says "hey guys". People on the other side point and exclaim "JSTOR" with the JSTOR logo pictured. The Mandalorian, Jaster Mereel, answers "NOT WHAT I'M CALLED." End ID]

[astranite]

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

The Guard stood in the sun before the Temple Doors, the city lights glittering off of their masks and armour as tourists made faces at them in attempts to make them flinch and gaped at the spire towers through their holocameras, crying out in excitement when they saw glimpses of Jedi in training tumbling off of their impossible heights.

[kara-knight]

New oc i thought up in the shower: lesbian mon calamari in a hat that reads: women love me, fish am me. Also a jedi cause why not.

[kara-knight]

being a togruta must be a constant battle of your lek is in the way, more your lek, your lek is in the way, move your lek out of the way, ad infinitum:

you lean forwards while doing something and they swing and smack. ow. you're spinning about, in a fight, just for funsies, i dunno, and suddenly momentum is your greatest enemy. you just want to take a nap.

are there debates between togrutas of whether or not its comfortable to lie on your own lekku? at least the back one is sorta flatter like its meant for that but still. will it fuck up your spine, who knows, many togruta surely. lying on your front would be another story again (that tit havers might already be familar with), that's gonna take alot of adjusting. do lekku go numb if you lie on them wrong?? what is the health and safety protocol while working with machines, i wouldnt want my lekku anywhere near say a band-saw or a deli-slicer if i leant forwards.

you cant wiggle those things like a twi'lek can, so you've got to grab it with your hand and actually move it. or do an awkward wiggle to try to get gravity to go your way when it caused this problem in the first place. or use the force if you are lucky enough to be a jedi. though zero gravity has the potential to be even worse cause your lek is in the way, floating edition, even with the force---

i love love big lekku togruta by the way, i am number one advocate for big lekku 'grutas. but oh force it would be such a pain sometimes. which im willing to inflict.

[kara-knight]

Feemor and Rael, post-repudiation.

Thump.

Feemor ignored the sound coming from the door to his quarters.

Thump. Thunk.

He wanted to bury his face in the pillow beside him to muffle the knocking but his body was too heavy to move. Other people would involve speaking, involve questions about how he was doing. Other people would involve getting up to let them in.

Thump-thump-thump.

Everyone else had given up and assumed he was busy or asleep, and politely ignored the fact that he clearly there, because thank you Jedi senses, ignoring them

“Alright, I know you’re as stubborn as the rest of this karking disaster of a lineage. But you also know that I’ve had more years to practice being bantha-headed than you, and I’m more than happy to sit my ass down out here for some peace and quiet after the mission I’ve just had.”

Rael.

Trust Rael to make ignoring him more difficult and tiresome than it was for Feemor to squeeze his fists and wriggle his fingers to try to get his muscles moving, to kick and trip on his blankets on his way to his feet and finally drag himself to the door.

[kara-knight]

Mandocore

mir'sheb osik about the image source beneath cut

alrighty. i found this image on pintrest, and havent found who made the og meme. but with a reverse image search, i found some interesting information about the original illustration!

its from the Gladatoria group of 15th century manuscripts about armoured fencing. have a wiki page: https://wiktenauer.com/wiki/Gladiatoria_group. this image is in the dagger section, just keep scrolling.

there are a whole bunch of others that are absolute gold with hysterical mando vibes which deserve their own post which i might make.

anyway heres the image from above:

the translated caption:

[45] The seventh technique of pinning: when it happens again that you have brought him on his back with wrestling, then fall with your right knee between his legs, and catch with your right foot over his left instep, thus holding his foot so that he cannot pull his leg to himself; and take his left hand in your left hand, and jerk it behind his helmet, and hold fast, and work to his face as you see illustrated above.

thats a mando cuddle for you

[kara-knight]

Mandos have it so right about putting spices in hot chocolate.

Cinnamon, cardamom, cloves (ground) in descending amounts measured with your heart is what I've tried mostly so far.

I swear I read it being referred to in Mando'a as jan'coa, from janad, spicy, plus coa derived from cocoa. But I can't find any references to it in the cursory search I had tonight.

[kara-knight]

WIP: Homoerotic lightsaber sparring for the Mines.

Also Sapphic SykuJo.

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The lightsaber duel ended predictably: with Sifo-Dyas flat on her back on the mats, and Dooku’s lightsaber held to her throat.

It wasn’t just the landing---hard enough to drive the air from her lungs--- that left her struggling to draw breath, but it was the excuse she would use.

That vivid blue blade, humming with only a fraction of its deadly potential with the power level turned right down for training was close enough Sifo-Dyas had to squint through the light to see that satisfied expression tipping up Dooku’s lips.

She’d had nightmares, visions even, where this had gone very differently, but in life Dooku had never had cause to raise a blade to her that would do more than mark her with stinging burns. In life, Sifo-Dyas simply raised an eyebrow at her.

Sweat dripped from Dooku’s cropped hair, trailing down her temple. Sifo would lick it away, they were mere centimetres apart, yet the lightsaber separated them, a gleaming horizon over the ocean on a perfect blue skies day. Sifo-Dyas’ life was nothing but event horizons but she shook that thought away too.

Even Dooku panted heavily in victory, not so indefatigable, not so invincible after all. Her long body, held suspended above Sifo-Dyas’ was close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her, and to feel the minute tremble of overwrought muscle.

Sifo-Dyas grinned as if she had won this round. In the ways that counted, she would.

Jocasta watched on, leant against the salle wall as she pretended to be as engrossed in the stack of datapads she was sorting through as she would say she was.