#Satine Kryze armor

[mercysong-tardis]

@satineweek Day Five: “MERCY”

For this prompt YALL SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT I WAS DOING. The irony was there and ready to be taken advantage of. My Doctor Who OC coincidentally is named “Mercy Song” so when I saw that todays prompt was “MERCY” I simply HAD to draw Mercy and Satine in their Mandalorian armor. If you’ve read my fic than you also would know that Mercy would be so excited to wear Mandalorian armor.

Satine’s armor is based off Dave Filoni’s original design for Mand’Alor Satine if she’d been allowed her full character arc.

[vertiska]

is somebody gonna match my freak? (basically talking about star wars girlies 24/7)

[manofbeskar]

cadets

[tarre-was-right]

Propaganda List

Green text = I have received propaganda *

Orange text = I have received some propaganda, but not much **

Red text = Still no propaganda ***

For those with screenreaders or with color blindness of some sort, I will have the asterisks instead.

Submit some propaganda for who should really be leading Mandalore! Get your friends to join in!

The characters participating are listed below:

Satine Kryze *

Jango Fett **

Jaster Mereel **

Tarre VIzsla *

Bo-Katan Kryze *

Din Djarin **

The Armorer *

Korkie Kryze **

Tor Vizsla *** (I did technically get propaganda but it is just one word so I'm not counting it lmao)

Pre Vizsla *

Ursa Wren **

Sabine Wren **

Commander Cody *

Boba Fett **

Captain Rex **

Alpha-17 **

Remember, this is about who is best suited to lead Mandalore, not who is going to win a physical fight.

YOU CAN STILL SUBMIT PROPAGANDA FOR GREEN LINES. I just want people to have an indicator of what's still needed. Yellow is mostly "I got a short paragraph" and green is "someone is holding back with great will from sending me a 3000 word essay."

[cirr0stratus]

before the world was big

[echo-coyote]

Some quick shape practice with mando women

[sapphicsparkles]

Mando and Mando adjacent sapphics

[liviatrivia]

Some young mandalorian Satine Kryze in these trying times?

[nitearmorweek]

Happy Transgender Day of Visibility

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We want to highlight some of this representation in Star Wars. Although there is a long way to go, there are some incredible canon nonbinary, genderfluid, and trans characters in Star Wars 🪐

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[mercysong-tardis]

@satineweek Day One: JEWEL

For this promt I just HAD to draw Satine in the viral jeweled armor dress…

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

So about Satine and Mandalorian customs...

She's mourning a dying enemy who just bombed a public place and killed/injured several people (and could have killed/injured her), and she's comforting him in his own language too. I can think of maybe one other Mandalorian who'd do something like that and it's Sabine (with a name that sounds like Satine, who's friends with the Jedi like Satine was).

Because unlike Bo-Katan "you're not Mandalorian" Kryze, Pre "that woman tarnishes the very name Mandalorian" Vizsla, Din "you're not Mandalorian" Djarin, Gar "fuck everybody who isn't me" Saxon, Paz "fate has brought this blade back to my clan, and now fate will end yours" Vizsla and her ladyship "then, you are a Mandalorian no more" the Armorer, and all the rest of the warriors, Satine actually cares about ALL the Mandalorians.

Not just the ones who agree with her, not just the ones who accept her authority and not just the ones who follow one and only one 'way.'

That doesn't mean she's ready to just let them run amok and do whatever they want (hence making Concordia its own province for the warriors, hence banning weapons for outsiders in the cities, hence calling rogue anybody who'd try to pull Mandalore into the war) but she freaking cares. She NEVER takes arms against another Mando or wishes harm on them, even as the traditionalists spend decades bombing their own people, fighting their own clans or houses for leadership, staging fake terrorist threats and putting people in danger, putting Sith or the Empire in power and then fighting those, and scorning any Mando not doing the same, all while professing to do that out of love for their people.

She actually cares, about ALL of them.

[armoralor]

Happy International Transgender Day of Visibility! To celebrate: Mandalorian icons with the trans pride flag ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & folks ♡ more under the cut!

[tarre-was-right]

Who's the Best Pick to Lead Mandalore?

Listen. Strange ghosts haunting a glowing sword, won in some stupid fight, is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some Jetii antique!

(run by @phoenixyfriend)

Last updated 9/23. THIS POST WILL NOT BE UPDATED SEPT. 28 - OCT. 21. POSTS ARE SCHEDULED TO RELEASE ON TIME BUT EDITS WILL BE DIFFICULT.

Best, in this case, is to mean the most suited to successfully lead Mandalore forward without fucking it over, for their given time or at least when they were up to possibly lead, and/or when they came into power.

We don't judge Sabine on the circumstances of Jaster's time, and we don't judge Din on the circumstances of Sabine's time holding the sword. We do judge Bo on multiple points of the timeline, but that's because she just kept on going for it. Satine can be judged for the time she came into power (the post-Jango/late-Tor era) more than the TCW Maul era.

I'm thinking of doing one poll per week, stretching this out over time.

You can submit propaganda in the ask box.

We are now voting in Satine vs Korkie.

Current state of the Bracket:

Text Version Below:

Round One:

Match 1: Satine Kryze vs Pre Vizsla WINNER: SATINE

Match 2: Korkie Kryze vs Sabine Wren WINNER: KORKIE

Match 3: Bo-Katan Kryze vs Tor Vizsla WINNER: BO-KATAN

Match 4: Commander Cody vs Boba Fett WINNER: CODY

Match 5: Din Djarin vs Ursa Wren WINNER: URSA WREN

Match 6: Captain Rex vs Jaster Mereel WINNER: JASTER

Match 7: Tarre Vizsla vs The Armorer WINNER: TARRE

Match 8: Alpha-17 vs Jango Fett WINNER: ALPHA

Round Two:

Match 1: Satine Kryze vs Korkie Kryze Now Running!

Match 2: Bo-Katan Kryze vs TBD

Match 3: Ursa Wren vs Jaster Mereel

Match 4: TBD vs TBD

[spectral-musette]

belatedly, for the obitine week prompt “armor”:

I’m not sure if there’s canon (or legends content) about this, but I’m pretty sure somewhere in Mandalorian culture there should be rituals involved in taking off your lover/spouse/partner’s armor...

(ficlet under the cut, ~800 words)

           Satine stretched for her bedside table, searching in the darkness for her comm unit to check the time.

           The viewport, just visible through the sheer curtains shrouding the bed, showed the otherworldly glow of hyperspace, where there was neither morning nor night. She squinted at the screen and quickly dimmed it as soon as it lit.

           Sundari time was early morning yet, about an hour before she was usually up to check messages and make tea. Coruscant time was the small hours, which explained why Obi-Wan was still deeply asleep next to her.

           She indulged in a long look at him. He’d pushed aside the coverlet at some point. One hand rested against his bare chest, the other was stretched towards her. She wanted to brush soft kisses against his eyelids, his freckled nose, the swell of his lower lip.

           Instead, she pushed herself up, swinging her feet to the floor and kicking through the jumble of clothing until she found her chemise.

           It was an enticing garment, silken, slightly sheer, and elegantly draping. She felt her cheeks heat at little, both in slight embarrassment at her own calculated purpose in choosing it, and at the memory of the enthusiastic response it had elicited. In addition to its other attractions, it was quite comfortable, soft and just the right weight for the comfortable warmth of her bedchamber on the Coronet.

           She knelt on the floor, still sorting through the discarded garments. At the bottom of the heap, her fingers met a cold, hard surface, and she couldn’t help making a disdainful face as she extracted and studied the armor piece.

           She pushed aside her feelings of self consciousness and the little knot of strange, primal dread that always accompanied her performance of her version of this ritual, and she splayed her palm flat against Obi-Wan’s breastplate.

             Sacred plate that shields the heart of my beloved, remain whole and strong until the next time I unfasten you to show him my love.

             She bent and kissed it, then turned it a little toward the dimmed wall sconce to check for any stray traces of her lip rouge (though she expected it was long since smudged off her mouth) on the bright white surface.

           “Satine.”

           Obi-Wan’s voice startled her, and she fumbled the breastplate, dropping it onto her lap.

           He had rolled over onto his side, his expression quizzical and his hair adorably tousled, falling over his forehead in thick, heavy waves.

           Caught in the act, she heaved a sigh and reluctantly confessed. “It’s an old Mandalorian custom, blessing the armor of a loved one.”

           He smiled a little, affectionate and gentle, and sat up, holding out a hand to her.

           She set aside the armor and went to him, climbing back onto the bed and stretching out next to him, only the cool, delicate silk of the chemise between them.

           “Thank you,” he said gravely.

           “You don’t have to pretend to believe in it,” she chided. “I’m not sure I believe in it.”

           “But you do it,” he pointed out, smoothing her hair tenderly off her forehead.

           “Well, it’s worked so far,” she said, smiling a little as she traced a fingertip lightly through his chest hair. “At this point, it doesn’t feel right to risk it.”

           “Do you give this blessing every time we’re together?”

           “Every time you have the nerve to wear that awful armor when you come to me,” she retorted, quirking a smile at him.

           He ran a hand over his beard thoughtfully. “Is that how it’s meant to be done? In secret, while your loved one sleeps?”

           She shook her head. “Nothing about what I have been doing is really what should be done.”

           The armor should be beskar.

           The lover should be a Mandalorian warrior, and most certainly not a Jedi.

           And the blessing should be bestowed when the armor is removed, each piece set aside with reverence, not the impatient way she peels him out of his, like a hungry seabird with a shellfish. Though that last part, she would expect, tended to be often modified, knowing Mandalorians.

           “Now that I know, can we do it properly?” He sounded eager to please her.

           She shook her head, smiling at him fondly. “If you like, I would love you to be part of it,” she said. “But it can’t ever be quite proper, I’m afraid.”

           He took her hand, kissing her fingertips and giving her a melancholy smile, acknowledging the difference in creed that had always been an impediment to their attempts to be part of each other’s lives.

           “My ancestors will never forgive me. Not when you wear that plastoid rubbish you choose to call armor.”

           He laughed, pulling her into a long kiss.

[duchess-of-mandalore]

Five images that exist in the same mental file folder

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