#nayc

[every-character-ever-poll]

NAYC - The Smile Alchemist

PROPAGANDA:

He's a budding Alchemist who goes around trying to help people, he's such a good boye! He also might have a crush on his teacher's daughter, and he's a bit goofy silly.

[hereticsgravesite]

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[ranahan]

C, cy, yc—why are they pronounced like that?

I think I’ve mentioned before that the rule is very nearly regular, so here it is. I’ve reproduced Traviss’s original pronunciation guides here (so you can see whether what I’m saying holds true).

c (without y) is pronounced as /s/ before high front vowels /e i/

cerar [sair-ARR]

ceratir [sair-AH-teer]

ceryc [sair-EESH]

cetar [set-ARR]

cetare [set-ARE-ay]

cin [seen]

cinargaanar [see-NAHR-gah-nahr]

cinarin [see-NAH-reen]

cin'ciri [seen-SEE-ree]

cinyc [SEE-neesh]

ciryc [seer-EESH]

mircin [meer-SEEN]

mircir [meer-SEER]

mirci't [meer-SEET]

racin [ray-SEEN]

tom'urcir [tohm-OOR-seer]

ver'mircit [VAIR-meer-seet]

otherwise as /k/

That is, before other vowels:

ca [kah]

cabuor [kah-BOO- or]

cabur [KAH-boor]

ca'nara [KAH-nah-RAH]

can'gal [CAHN-gahl]

carud [kah-ROOD]

ca'tra[KAH-tra]

cuir [COO-eer]

copaanir [KOH-pan-EER]

copad [KOH-pad]

copikla [koh-PEEK-lah]

copyc [KOH-peesh]

cu'bikad [COO-bee-kahd]

cunak [COO-nahk]

cuun [koon]

cuyan [koo-YAHN]

cuyanir [coo-YAH-neer]

cuyete [coo-YAY-tay]

cuyir [KOO-yeer]

cuyla [COO-ee-lah]

du'car [DOO-kar]

du'caryc [doo-KAR-eesh]

ge'catra [geh-CAT-rah]

jorcu [JOR-koo]

ori'copaad [OH-ree-KOH-pahd]

vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]

vencuyot [vain-COO-ee-ot]

vercopa [vair-KOH-pa]

vercopaanir [VAIR-koh-PAH-neer]

…and in a word-final position:

balac [bah-LAHK]

bic [beek]

ibac [ee-BAK]

ibic [ee-BIK]

norac [noh-RAK]

tebec [TEH-bek]

yc is always pronounced as /iʃ/

aikiyc [ai-KEESH]

aruetyc [AH-roo-eh-TEESH]

balyc [BAH-leesh]

beskaryc [BES-kar-EESH]

burk'yc [BOOR-keesh]

chakaaryc [chah- KAR-eesh]

copyc [KOH-peesh]

dalyc [DAH-leesh]

daryc [DAR-eesh]

diryc [DEER-eesh]

duumyc [DOO-meesh]

etyc [ETT-eesh]

gaht'yc [GAH-teesh]

gehatyc [geh-HAHT-eesh]

haamyc [HAH-meesh]

haatyc [HAH-teesh]

haryc [HAR-eesh]

hayc [haysh]

hetikleyc [hay-TEEK-laysh]

hettyc [heh-TEESH]

hodayc [HOH-daysh]

hokan'yc [hoh-KAH-neesh]

iviin'yc [ee-VEEN-esh]

jagyc [JAH-geesh]

jaon'yc [jai-OHN-ish]

jari'eyc [JAR-ee-aysh

jatisyc [jah-TEE-seesh]

johayc [JO-haysh]

kotyc [koh-TEESH]

kyr'adyc [keer-AH-deesh]

kyrayc [keer-AYSH]

kyr'yc [KEER-eesh]

laamyc [LAH-meesh]

lararyc [lah-rah-eesh]

majyc [MAH-jeesh]

morut'yc [moh-ROO-teesh]

narseryc [nar-SAIR-eesh]

nayc [naysh]

neduumyc [nay-DOO-meesh]

nehutyc [neh-HOOT-eesh]

nu'amyc [noo-AHM-eesh]

nuhaatyc [noo-HAH-teesh]

ori'beskaryc [OH-ree-bes-KAR-eesh]

ori'jagyc [OH-ree-JAHG-eesh (or OH-ree-YAHG-eesh)]

ori'suumyc [OHR-ee-SOOM-eesh]

oyayc [oy-AYSH]

piryc [PEER-eesh]

ramikadyc [RAH-mee-KAHD-eesh]

ret'yc [RET-eesh]

ruusaanyc [roo-SAHN-eesh]

sapanyc [sah-PAHN-eesh]

shaap'yc [sha-PEESH]

shi'yayc [shee-YAYSH]

shuk'yc [shook-EESH]

shupur'yc [shoo-POOR-esh]

sol'yc [sohl-EESH]

talyc [tahl-EESH]

tomyc [TOH-meesh]

tranyc [TRAH-neesh]

tratyc [TRAH-teesh]

tug'yc [too-GEESH]

ulyc [OO-leesh]

urcir [oor-SEER]

utyc [OO-teesh]

verburyc [vair-BOOR-eesh]

verd'yc [VAIR-deesh]

vutyc [VOOT-eesh]

yaiyai'yc [yai-YAI-eesh]

Note that this is still true when yc occurs in the middle of a word instead of the end:

barycir [bah-REE-shir]

besbe'trayce [BES-beh-TRAYSH-ay]

dirycir [DEER-ee-SHEER]

ke'gyce [keh-GHEE-shay]

majyce [mah-jEE-shay]

majycir [MAH-jeesh-eer]

mar'eyce [mah-RAY-shay]

mureyca [MOOR-aysh-ah]

cy is pronounced as /ʃ/

burc'ya [BOOR-sha]

burcyan [BOOR-shahn]

cyare [SHAH-ray]

cyare'se [shar-AY-say]

cyar'ika [shar-EE-kah]

cyar'tomade [SHAR-toe-MAH-day]

mirshmure'cya [meersh-moor-AY-shah]

murcyur [MOOR-shoor]

oyacyir [oy-YAH-sheer]

Ret'urcye mhi [ray-TOOR-shay-MEE]

sheb'urcyin [sheh-BOOR-shin]

sho'cye [SHOW-shay]

tracy'uur [trah-SHOOR]

Exceptions

The above holds true except for some exceptions:

The first is a group of words with a combination of u + yc:

buyca [BOO-shah]

buy'ce [BOO-shay]

buycika [BOO-she-kah]

This might be related to the status of /ui/ as a diphthong in Mando’a & could be a piece of evidence against it. What do I mean? Well, every instance of ⟨uy⟩ in the dictionary, Traviss breaks up in two syllables /u.i/. Could be there’s no diphthong /ui/ in Mando’a? However, I think it’s more likely this is because Traviss gives the pronunciations with an English orthography (i.e. how an English speaking reader would know to pronounce the words), and there’s no diphthong /ui/ in English, so in order to represent those sounds in English, they have to be broken up in separate syllables.

I also think the long /uː/ in buy’ce etc. is likely simply an elision: try going slowly from /u/ to /i/ to /ʃ/, and you’ll notice it’s easier to slip directly from /u/ to /ʃ/. I would generalise it as the diphthong /ʊɪ/ being realised as /uː/ before palatal consonants (at least; maybe others as well).

and:

buyacir [boo-ya-SHEER] /bʊ.ja.ˈʃiɾ/

Which has no excuse for being irregular except for influence on its spelling from buy’ce, so you could alternatively spell it as buyacyir or pronounce it as /bʊ.ja.ˈsiɾ/ (either would be regular).

The other exception to the rule is:

acyk [AH-seek]

The rule for this could be formulated as “if y is the only vowel in a syllable, it’s pronounced as /i/ and the pronunciation of c follows that.” Except for…

tracyn [trah-SHEEN]

Which itself could be analysed as a combination of the above rules: y as an only vowel gets pronounced as /i/, but the consonant in cy is still pronounced as /ʃ/ (in which case it would be acyk that is irregular instead).

It’s the derivations that appear irregular:

tracinya [trah-SHEE-nah]

tracyaat [tra-SHEE-at]

tra'cyar [tra-SHEE-ar]

Tracinya is plainly a derivation of tracyn, just spelled with an i instead of y. Interestingly, in Harlin’s Mando’a tracyn is pronounced as /tra.ʃin/ and tracinya as /tra.sin.ja/. So perhaps it’s acyk which should be pronounced as /a.ʃik/?

I’ve chosen to adjust the pronunciation of the other two to conform to the rule of pronouncing cy as /ʃ/: /tɾa.ˈʃaːt/ & /tɾa.ˈʃaɾ/.

And then:

yacur [YAH-soor]

Idek? I have do idea where this one comes from.

And:

Coruscanta [KOH-roo-SAHN-ta]

which is a loanword and doesn’t count. Although I’d suspect that “Corusanta” might be a fairly common misspelling among native speakers.

Explanation

So why is it pronounced like that? The explanation is something called palatalisation, which is the same reason why c in Latinate words is sometimes pronounced as /k/ and sometimes as /s/.

In very simple terms, the high front vowels and the semivowel /j/ are pronounced such that the tongue is at or very nearly the palatal position. So they tend to pull the preceding consonants to the palatal place of articulation (instead of whichever place of articulation they used to be pronounced at).

So in Mando’a:

c → k

c + high front vowel /i e/ → /s/

c + semivowel /j/ → /ʃ/

Not sure if /k/ is the original value of ⟨c⟩ since this rule doesn’t seem to apply to ⟨k⟩. Maybe ⟨c⟩ had originally another value, which has later changed into /k/?

There will be a second part to this post later, but I’ll break this off here for now.

[blueberry-ry]

Main Cities of Mandalore

| Keldabe - "Stronghold"

Kel (fortified) + Dab (settlement) [kehl-DABH]

| Sundari - "Still Not Gone"

Su (still) + Nayc (not) + Dar (gone) [soon-DAH-ree]

| Urame - "Mouth"

Uram (mouth) [OO-rahme]

| Vheterade - "Field of Flowers"

Vhetin (field) + Sarade (flowers) [feh-TEH-rah-deh]

| Oriyusta - "City on River"

Oriya (city) + Yustapir (river) [o-ree-yoo-STAH]

| Kurbrali - "Forest Fort"

Kurs (forest) + Bral (fort) [koor-BRAH-lee]

| Olereke - "Here, Yes"

Olar (here) - Elek (yes) [o-leh-REH-keh]

| Slaatabe - "Muddy Place"

Slaat (mud) + Dab (settlement) [slah-TAH-beh]

| Kicerare - "Small Mountain"

Kih (small) - Cerar (mountain) [KEE-sey-rah-reh]

[mavlabajuri]

"Buy’ce, Tal, Tihaar!"

- "Helmet, Blood, Tihaar!" - Mandalorian bar song. To be sung while stomping the beat. (Pronunciation guide and notations provided at under the cut!)

(Chorus)

BUY'CE, TAL, TIHAAR, DARASUUM KOTE! (Helmet, blood, tihaar, eternal glory!)

SUSULU MHI JII, TA'RAYSHOLAN CETARE (Hear us now, a thousand boots)

ARUETII LARARYC, MANDO TAYLI GETT'SE (The outsider is drunk, a Mando keeps their nerve)

KE'PIRU! IVIIN'YC! MANDO'ADE AKAANI TOME (Drink! Faster! Mandalorians fights again!)

(Verse 1)*

MIRSHE KAD'LA, OYA'KAR JATE (The mind is sharp, the hunt is good)

TEH ORIYA AT KURS, ORHAARI NAD'AAILA (From the city to the forest, scan with infrared)

BEROYA RAM'SER, VORPAN'OY SHEBS'AARAY (The bounty hunter's a marksman, the brush's a pain in the ass)

PARJAI GEBI, KE SERIM, TAY'HAAL [CLANG*], OYA! (Victory is near, take aim, hold breath, *beat chest* cheers!

(Chorus repeats!) (Verse 2)

MIRSHKO, IJAAT, NARSER, KE'GALA BUY'CE GAL (Courage, honor, purpose, pour a pint of ale)

YAIM YAIM'LA, ALIIT MORUT'YC (A comfortable home, your family's safe)

NUHUR TI VODE, BES'LAAR BAL REDAL (Good times with friends, music and dance)

OYACYI JATE'SHYA? NAYC, NU'RET'YC (Living better? No, impossible)

(Chorus repeats!) (Verse 3 - Loudest and Rowdiest Part!)

GAR BURC'YA, NER BURC'YA, OLAROM, OLAROM (Your friend is mine, welcome, welcome)

KE'SHEBE, K'UDESII, GAL'GALA PAR VODE (Sit down, rest, drinks for our friends)

SHERESHOY, KA'RA, MANDA DARASUUM (A lust for life, the Stars, the Manda eternal)

(Finale, LOUD!)

BUY’CE, TAL, TIHAAR! (Helmet, blood, tihaar!)

KOTE, MANDO’ADE! (Glory, Mandalorians!)

Pronunciation and beats per word! Each row is 8 beats. Between 80-90 BPM according to the google metronome. If I were able to sing I would record it but alas, this croaking crow sadly doesn't have the sauce. Making this both rhyme and have the same beats per row was a nightmare. The picture design is inspired by cubism, since that's a big art movement among the mandalorians. * verse 1 is actually a short story! It follows a bounty hunter on a hunt, from the city to the forest. The hunter uses their infrared hub scanner to follow the bounty. The vegetation is a pain, but they line up the shot. The *clang* represents the shot, everybody hollering oya! is meant to celebrate the hunter making hitting the target.

(chorus) BOO-shay, tahl, TEE-har, da-RAH-soom KOH-tay 1 : 1 : 2, : 2 : 2 SOO-soo-LOOR mee gee, TAH-raysh-ol-lahn set-ARE-ay 2 : 1 : 1, : 2 : 2 "TAH-raysh" 1 beat "ol-lahn" 1 beat. ah-roo-AY-tee lah-rah-eesh, MAHN-do TIE-leer GET-say 2 : 2, : 1 : 1 : 2 keh'peer'OO! ee-VEEN-esh! Mando-AD-day ah-KAH-nee TOH-may 2! : 2!: 2 : 1 : 1 (verse 1) MEER-shay KAD'la, OY-ya-KAR JAH-tay 2 : 2, : 2 : 2 tay oh-REE-yah aht koorse, or-HAR-ee nad-AY-lah 1 : 1 : 1 : 1, : 2 : 2 bair-OY-ah RAM-sair, VOR-pahn-oy shebs'AH-ray 2 : 2, : 2 : 2 par-JAI GEH-bee, KEH-se-REEM, tie-HAHL, [beat], OY-ah! 1 : 1, : 2, : 2 : [beat] : 1 (chorus repeats!)

(Verse 2) MEERSH-koh, ee-JAHT, NAR-sair, keh'ga-LAH BOO-shay gahl 1, : 1, : 2, ; 2 : 2 yaym YAYM'la, ah-LEET moh-ROO-teesh 1 : 1, : 1 : 3 NOO-hoor tee voh-DAY, bez-LAHR bahl re-DAHL 2 : 1 : 2, : 1 : 1 : 1 oy-YAH-shee JAH-tay-SHEE-ah? naysh, noo'RET-eesh 2 : 2? 1, 3

(chorus repeats!) (Verse 3 - Loudest and Rowdiest Part!) gar BOOR-sha, nair BOOR-sha, OH-lah-rom, OH-lah-rom 1 : 1, : 1 : 1, : 2, : 2 keh'SHEH-bai, koo-DAY-see, GAL-gal-ah pahr voh-DAY 2 : 2, : 1 : 1 : 2 sheh-REYSH-oy, KAY-rah, MAHN-dah, da-RAH-soom 2, : 2, : 2, : 2

(Finale, LOUD!)

BOO-shay, tahl, TEE-har! 1 : 1 : 1!

KOH-tay, mando-AH-day! 1 : 2! Feedback is as always welcomed!

[star-farer]

as I lay me down to sleep

Summary: Rain and warmth. AU: A Protostar in Plastoid Taglist: @kybercrystals94 @fionas-frenzy @padawancat97 @margindoodles2407 @dreamsight73 @groguandthebadbatch @comfy-vember

Comfy-vember 2024, Day 21: Late night laughter — Waking up together, Day 28: Sleepy kiss

Author's note: If anyone doesn't want to be tagged, please let me know, I'm serious. I won't mind if you come up and say, "Hey, could you take me off the taglist?" You don't have to specify the reason, it's alright. But please do tell me if you want me to stop tagging you. The same goes for people who want to be tagged. Also, consider yourselves warned because I'm dropping a bunch of fics today.

“Buir!”

The word, whispered and tiny, floats into his perception like a leaf in the wind. The haze of sleep slowly parts to let in giggles as warm as the streaming sunlight, although he’s certain the night still hangs about them when no glowing red meets his closed eyes. Patting his cheek very softly is a little hand.

“Mmphf?” He doesn’t bother with eloquence, not when the blanket around him is perfectly warm and the pillow under his head is perfectly soft and he’s so, so stupidly tired.

“Wake up.”

She’s gentle, ever so gentle, and the rhythm of her tapping fingers on his chilled skin is akin to the muted crackle of the rain outside. A lullaby has nothing on this; he finds himself slipping back under the heavy waves of sleep.

“Mm-mm, tooka,” he manages around his treacherous voice, blurring the syllables and consonants together, “Buir’s tired.”

“Pease?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, partly because he doesn’t want to, and partly because he knows the sight he’ll be met with: two impossibly wide brown eyes gazing down at him like there’s no tomorrow.

Also, he just — can’t open his eyes.

If exhaustion had a name, it would be Crosshair. He’s all but dead to the world.

Reaching out, he wraps heavy arms clumsily around his ik’aad and scoops her close. He drops his head into her lap with a sigh. Smiles despite his weary muscles when he hears her little squeal.

“Buir!”

How she manages to sound exactly like an exasperated Tech while giggling will forever be beyond him. Tiny fingers wrap around his ear and bury amongst his bedraggled curls, but she doesn’t pull or poke, so he lets himself relax.

To be honest, going back to sleep sounds like the best thing the wretched galaxy could offer right now.

“No, no seep,” insists Omega, patting his cheek once more as if she can read minds.

She probably can, his tired head grumbles, Bet she gets it from Hunter.

Ugh, stupid ori’vod and his stupid senses. What is his issue, seriously? Can’t he just leave him alone?

“Yes sleep,” he mumbles back to the tiny clone, more than a little petulantly as he squeezes his eyes shut.

She giggles yet again, lovely quiet sounds, leaning over and hugging him with arms barely long enough to wrap around his head. “So seepy?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Kay. Hunun?”

He’s coherent enough to understand her babbles. If she calls that di’kut he’s got for an ori’vod, all plans of sleeping go straight out the window.

Does his groggy self know this for a fact? No.

Is he going to risk it? Another straightforward no.

“Nayc, Om’ika. No Hunter.”

She hums, the sound reverberating along his bones where her temple rests against the back of his head. Her hand now moves slowly up and down his hair, only he isn’t too sure if she’s doing it more for his sake than hers, curious clone that she is.

“Mayga?”

And that, that gets him grinning wide like a skull.

Gently, he pulls her down beside him and tucks her under his chin, dropping a kiss amongst her curls, never having to open his eyes once. She giggles one last time, snuggling close against his chest. His voice is more murmur than proper words with the sigh he breathes, slipping back under both blanket and sleep.

“’Lek, ner Om’ika. You can stay.”

[beautyandthebeskar]

Verde (Warriors) - Chapter 1

Pairing: Fives x Mandalorian OC

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Summary: When the 501st meet an unlikely ally on a backwater planet, their mundane assignment becomes much more exciting. For Laan'i, the quick bounty hunt she took on out of necessity led her on a much longer, more difficult journey. Everyone's capacity for teamwork is tested as two very different worlds collide.

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That injured Agorian Moose would be such an easy target , the Mandalorian thought, And I’m starving . Perched in a tree with light green leaves, her black armor stood out like a sore thumb, but she remained still, waiting for an opening. Through the foliage she had a clear view of the large quadruped, a gash on its face contrasting the green landscape with a stream of crimson. 

Just nock the arrow Laan’i , she thought, eyes locked on her prey as he drank from a stream, facing just the right way…

Nayc , she thought, returning her arrow to her quiver. Nu ijaa o’r pakod lenedat . She took a syringe and sedative out of the small medkit she kept on the back of her utility belt. Without hesitation, she leapt from the tree onto the moose’s back, injecting the sedative as she landed. The moose bucked and bolted through the woods, losing Laan’i in the brush along the way.

She staggered to her feet and tracked the moose with the ease of an experienced hunter, using every clue to her advantage. The trail of disrupted brush and occasional smear of blood led her to the edge of the woods. The stream widened as the trees disappeared into a vast prairie, muddy ground making hoof tracks much clearer. She found the animal lying in the grass not long after.

With a sigh she began cleaning the open wound with water from the stream. Then she cut off the dead tissue with her vibroblade and cleaned some more. Ideally, she would have stitched it up and been done with it, but seeing as she only had what she could carry, bacta patches would have to do. If she was going to do something, she’d do it right, so the Mandalorian used bandages to secure the bacta patches around the moose’s antlers. 

I’ll have to check up on this guy later , Laan’i thought. I just need a way to find him again . She decided to take the brightly colored, glow-in-the-dark fletching off of one of her arrows and tie one feather on each antler. Even if her eyes didn’t pick up on it, her HUD definitely would; she’d calibrated it so she can track her arrows across battlefields after all. You’d better be worth it for me to be down an arrow. Shabla ijaat, haar’chak .

She finished just in time to remove the syringe from the animal’s hide as he stirred. She watched from several paces away as he righted himself and stumbled off across the plains.

Time to find this shabla bounty… hopefully some food, too. 

“Pretty planet. Pretty boring, that is,” Fives chuckled lightly at his words. Echo shook his head, eye roll on full display for the lack of his helmet.

“It was Cutup who was good with jokes; not you,” he spat, continuing to walk as Fives faltered a step.

“Rude!”

“Let’s just do our job, yeah?” Echo asked flatly. Fives jogged up past him, turned, and walked backwards to fully face his vod.

“What’s your problem? I was just talking.” Fives spread his arms out saying, “This whole field is visible and the only thing in it is that moose, so I don’t see any harm in chatting a bit while we make our rounds.” 

“That is the problem. This is our first mission as ARC troopers, we actually have to do the job right. Gotta uphold our reputation.”

“Reputation? We’ve been ARCs since Taungsday, we don’t have a reputation!”

“So we’d better make it a good one,” Echo said, his features softening. “I just wish the rest of the squad was here too.”

Fives turned so he was walking beside Echo. So that’s what this is about , he thought. Approaching the treeline, he recited a saying he knows all too well,“ Nu kyr’adyc, shi t – oof!”

Echo only heard rustling in the tall grass before the world spun and went black.

---

Echo groaned as he tried to get up, his neck and shoulders protesting the movement, not to mention his pounding head. Then adrenaline took over, he remembered what happened and jumped to his feet.

“Fives!” he called, pivoting to look for his brother. He found him a few feet away, sprawled out in the grass, a rope encasing his torso and arms. Echo then realized that he was detained in a similar fashion. Ah, this is my fault for starting an argument. How long have we been out? he wondered, poking the limp body of his brother with his boot.

Fives snorted, and muttered something resembling, “ five more minutes .” Echo gave him a firmer kick and Fives woke up with an incomprehensible string of grumbled Basic. 

Echo knelt down in the waist-high grass next to Fives, who was looking the other way. “Hey Fives, this way. I don’t know who knocked us out but we need to make an escape plan.”

“Yeah, I dunno about me but you still have your blasters and we’re in the middle of a field. I think we can just walk out of here and shoot whoever did this,” Fives said, cracking his neck.

“True, but we don’t know how many of them there are. I can’t reach my blasters anyway.”

“Our helmets are gone too.”

The two clones jumped when they heard the grass rustle again. A parsec later they were staring up at the white Jaig Eyes of a black Mandalorian helmet.

“I see you boys are awake,” a tinny, feminine voice quipped.

Echo and Fives instinctively stood up and reached, unsuccessfully, for their sidearms. The Mandalorian crossed her arms, taking on a confident, relaxed posture.

“What do you want with us? Where are we?” Fives growled. The Mandalorian tilted her head to the side and put her hands on her hips.

“Saw you out on the plains and figured you could help me find a bounty,” she answered simply.

A few beats of silence passed before Echo asked, “Are you gonna tell us more?”

“Like, maybe who the bounty is and why you have us tied up like hostages?” Fives added.

I’m gonna regret picking up these two chatterboxes, aren’t I , Laan’i thought with a groan. “Here’s the bounty,” she said, showing them a puck that projected a Twi'lek who wore a headdress inlaid with jewels and ka’rtase , the hexagonal pieces on mandalorian chest plates. “Rata, she steals anything valuable, buys weapons, and sells them to the Seps for massive markups. Wanted dead or alive.” She took her buy’ce off, letting straight brown hair frame her face, her narrow, icy blue eyes sizing up her acquaintances.  

Just the target we were scouting for , Echo thought.

Fives’ eyes widened comically, but he collected himself enough to ask, “Well why does a pretty Mandalorian like you need help with a job like this?”

The Mandalorian snarled, “ Tion’gai ru’ne’sushi? This chick is wanted in half the galaxy. You think I’m the only bounty hunter after her?”

Seppie arms dealer on the same planet we were deployed to in order to gather intel on possible experimental Separatist weapons? Echo thought . Maybe this kidnapping will be beneficial. 

The silence she was met with told her she made an impression. Now they’re down for business.

“Well, Mando, how can we help you if we can’t use our hands?” Fives asked. The Mandalorian then strided over behind the clones and undid the knots holding them hostage. She handed a coil of rope to Fives and kept one for herself. 

“You look like you’re good with a lasso,” she said, and although Fives had never used a lasso before, he felt compelled to impress this bounty hunter with his nonexistent skills.

“Not to brag,” he drawled, earning an eye roll from Echo, “but I’m the best lasso-er in the 501st.” He tossed the loop of rope at a tree stump, overshooting by a few feet, but reeling it back until he caught the stump.

The Mandalorian blinked. “Awful technique but it’ll do. Let’s get moving, she won’t be at these coordinates for long.”

Fives and Echo got their helmets back, received a run down of a sorry excuse for a plan, and followed the Mandalorian.

After a couple hours of traipsing through bright green landscapes, the small group arrived at a ridge in the woods overlooking a separatist camp just in time to see a top-of-the line speeder flanked by two large utility speeders pull up to the gates.

“There she is,” Fives noted upon seeing a blue Twi’lek dressed in black step out of the lead speeder, guards surrounding her. Echo hummed in agreement from behind a fallen tree..

“Mando, I’m not sure your ‘plan’ is gonna work. Look how many droids there are.” Echo motioned to the battle droids milling about the camp.

“That’s not our problem, as long as mir’shab over here can rope two of the guards and you can hold up on your end. We just need to drag ‘em to the speeders and high tail it out of here. I get my beskar and you get your pick of the weapons. Now let's move .” She vaulted over the log, Echo and Fives not far behind. They switched to internal comms.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? I know she has the same goal as we do, but we’re working with a third party. And how do we know we can trust her?” Echo said.

“Vod, there’s not only a separatist leader in that building, but also a kriffing arms dealer. Two condors in one stone! Hey, we’re ARCs, we can go off the beaten path a bit,” Fives enthused. “Plus, she’s a Mandalorian, if she wanted to kill us she would’ve by now. I must just be that charming, eh?”

“Not sure I’d call you charming , vod. Jackass is more like it,” Echo teased back.

“Well since we’re clones, that’d make you a jackass too,” Fives retorted, successfully getting a laugh out of Echo.

They made it to the fence, and Laan’i used the hand signal for “go”. The three scaled it, and once perched at the top, threw their lassos. Laan’i caught two guards in one go, but Fives caught the speeder. A tense silence replaced the focused one the group previously donned. The other two bodyguards spotted the team, and Rata fled to the safety of the building as they began shooting.

Laan’i tied the rope to the fence, and stood to her full height, signaling for Echo and Fives to follow Rata. Their armor clacked with their rough landing, and as they ran, they caught glimpses of two long projectiles just centimeters from their helmets, silent unlike the blaster bolts they were dodging. They raised their own blasters to shoot the guards just as the silent bolts pierced their enemies with a shunk. 

The blast doors were sealed with who-knows-what on the other side. Echo and Fives used their plasma cutters to crack open the doors, sparks flying everywhere. Over the buzzing they heard two more thwacks followed by footsteps. Then each planted a thermal detonator on the weakened doors. The blast was rather impressive, the sound nearly deafening. With the cover of smoke, the three ran into the building, mangled, scorched metal all over the place. They ran as a unit, shooting and being shot at. The sound of blaster bolts echoed off the durasteel walls. 

Adrenaline fueled the chase, a glimpse of blue here or a clink of beskar there alerting the team to Rata’s whereabouts. They’d just made it to the other entrance when they saw her. Four magnaguards surrounded her. 

“Three against four, Mando,” Echo whispered.

The Mandalorian made a fist and tiny glowing spikes protruded from her vambrace. “I can take ‘em.” she said. With the flick of a wrist the green spikes flew off and whistled around the magnaguards, slicing them up until their momentum was spent and they fell to the floor with a clink.

Whistling birds , Echo thought. Impressive .

The group wasted no time shooting their way through the magnaguards, hearing the metallic footsteps of battle droids approaching. Laan’i put a flustered Rata in a chokehold, and while she was distracted, Echo snuck up behind, and went to stun her when she headbutted the Mandalorian, making her lose her grip. Laan’i and Echo ran after the escaped bounty. At the same time, Fives ran out of ammo, opting to hold off the droids with an electrostaff. In his moment of vulnerability, a droid landed a shot on his shoulder, burning a hole through his pauldron. Echo was already running back as Fives cried out in pain.

Holding off the droids and trying to evaluate his brother was impossible, so he shouted for the Mandalorian.

Laan’i stopped short just feet away from the thief. “ Shab ,” she sighed. “ Ijaa ori’shya waadas .” Reluctantly, she let Rata get away, but not before retrieving a holo-drive off the floor.

Laan’i pushed Fives into a sitting position behind a metal support, working quickly. She gave him a painkiller and a bacta patch, since it was all she had to give him. Helping him to his feet, she gave him a push to let him know he could run ahead. 

“Let’s get outta here, we can still take the speeders!” she shouted. Echo nodded and they ran, finding the speeders still parked at the entrance. Laan’i and Echo each piloted one, zooming across the plains and into the woods, eventually slowing down once they were sure it was safe. 

“So… you gonna follow us back to base?” Fives gritted out, cradling his shoulder.

“Gotta drop you off somewhere,” she replied.

“I see you have Jaig Eyes.”

“Yes.”

“How’d you get them?”

“None of your business.”

A moment of silence passed before Fives said, “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Comin’ back for me. You could've captured Rata if you left us behind.”

“Well I didn’t, and now I’m down on credits, arrows, not to mention all the beskar I could’ve gotten.”

Then the Mandalorian pulled a thin stick of transparisteel and metal from one of the chains around her kama and passed it to Fives. “Found this, thought you might want it.”

“Do you know what this is?”

“No.”

“Echo,” he shouted, “We got what we came here for! We got the intel!”

Mando'a Translations: Nayc. Nu ijaa o'r pakod lenedat- No. There's no honor in an easy target/ easy prey Shabla ijaat, har'chak- Fucking honor, dammit Nu kyr'adyc, shi ta('ab'echaaj'la)- Not gone, merely marching far away Tion’gai ru’ne’sushi- Didn't you hear [me] mir'shab- lighthearted insult Shab... Ijaa ori’shya waadas- Fuck... Honor over credits

[crispyjenkins]

was looking at that one statue of tarre vizsla and how what we can see looks human which is boring, and i, 100% automatically and unironically thought "nayc, im not gonna do that"

it took me like 30 seconds to realise

[lilolilyr]

What Mando’a have you learned yet?

Heh I know I said on my rec list here that I remember 90 words and that was true at the time but because I take ages to reply to asks it's been a while, so let's see what I still remember now, I've mostly read clone wars fic lately, nothing with that much Mando'a...

Gonna try to structure this a bit to try and remember more. Also btw this is definitely just what I remember from what I've learned via fic reading osmosis, so take this with a grain of salt, for actual Mando'a knowledge there are a couple online dictionaries you could check out!

...I've spent 35 minutes trying to remember All The words xDxD fandom brainrot much lmao, why can't I get obsessed with like an actual useful language xD anyway lots of words below the cut, indeed over 90! Lots of words on weapons and family which tracks with Mandalorian culture xD but also a whole bunch of other random words!

Culture:

Mando'a - Mandalorian language, manda'yaim - planet Mandalore, mando'ade - mandalorians (children of Mandalore), Manda - the mandalorian Force (the council of fallen mandalorian warriors), kara - stars/the Force, jetii - Jedi, jetiise - Jedi plural, dar'jetii - darksider/sith, aruueti - outsider or traitor, dar'manda - no longer mandalorian, demagolka - monstrous criminal

Counting 10 words

Weapons and stuff:

Buy'ce - helmet, beskat - sword, beskar'gam - armor, kar'ta beskar - heart of the armor, jetii'kad - lightsaber, kom'rk - vambraces, hal'cabure - chest plate, cabur - guardian, arane - also guardian/protector? Not sure whether there's a difference, ramikad - fighter, ori'ramikaade - supercommandos, deece - gun

Counting 12 words

Family:

Aliit - family, ad - child(son/daughter), adiik - child, ikaad - baby/infant/toddler, vod(e) - sibling(s), buir(e) - parent(s), ad'vod - nibling, ba'vodu - aunt/uncle, ba'buir - grandparent

Counting 9 words

Romance:

Riduruuk - marriage (vows), riduur - spouse, cyare - beloved, cyar'ika - darling, copikla - cute

Counting 5 words

Jobs & skills:

Baar'ur: healer/medic, mir'baarur - therapist/mindhealer, hibir - student, baji - teacher, bajuri - teach/educate/raise, goran - blacksmith, alor - leader, mand'alor - mandalorian king

Counting 8 words

Body parts:

Shebs - ass, kar'ta - heart, tal - blood

Counting 3 words (and I can't believe I forgot the words for head and chest and limbs. Also a bunch of words are used for private parts but most of them I'm sure are made up slang like deece (gun) for dick so I won't count those xD)

Insults:

Dikut - idiot, mir'shebs - smartass, shabuir - motherfucker, din'la - crazy, hut'uun - (goddamn I can't speak English anymore. The opposite of brave???)

Counting 5 words

Places:

Yaim - home, kar'yai - living room, Khedabe - keep/city of Keldabe, khi'khedabe - little Keldabe (the enclave on Coruscant), Coruscanta - planet coruscant

Counting 5 words

Pronouns etc:

Gar - you, ni - I, mhi - we, sa - mine

Counting 4 words

Other:

Kyr - death, gai - name, solus - one/alone, tome - together, dar'tome - apart, haat - truth, evaar - new, ijaat - honor, haa'it - vision, kyr'tayl - know, darasuum - forever, jate - good, ori'jate - very good, ori'haat - promise, ni ceta - I kneel (an apology), nayc - no, elek - yes, nu draar - no way!/not possible, an - all, bar - and, dinui - share, tuur - day, var'tuur - morning (new day), shereshoy - lust for life, ne'tra gal - (a strong alcohol), tingilaar - (a spicy stew), tihaar - (an alcoholic beverage), shig - (a mandalorian spice tea), olarum - welcome, oya - let's go, cin - white, tra - black,

Counting 32 words

So unless I've counted wrong we're at 93 words. Not bad! Pretty close to my guess from a month ago, and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten some in the meantime (or just can't think of them right now, there are always some that I can translate when I see the English word but can't think of when making a list in one go), so it's actually more than I expected!

+ these phrases etc:

Haat' mando'ade/haat'ade - true Mandalorians (Jaster Mereel's fraction), evaar('mando)'ade - new mandalorians backed by the Republic led by the Kryze family, kyr'stad - deathwatch (terrorists)

Jate var'tuur - good morning, Gai bel Manda: Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad - adoption vow: I know your name as my child, riduruuk: mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mi me'nidui an, mhi bajuri verde - marriage vows: we are one together, we are one apart, we share all, we will raise warriors, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I will now you forever (I love you)

I don't quite know this one yet: 'today is a good day for someone else to die', it's a saying for going into a battle, especially when it's for revenge

Thank you for the ask xD

Edit: yeah looking at my list from the last time I counted my vocab there are a bunch of really easy ones I've forgotten to list here

Me'ven - what, Me'vaar (ti gar) - anything new? (Hey, how's it going), Su'cuy gar/su'cuy - hi (still alive), Returce'mhi/ret - bye (let's meet again), mandokarla - has Mandalorian spirit, udeesi - calm (down), Cin vetin - blank slate (white fields), Nasaade - nameless/clanless, Dha'kad - darksaber, Dral'han - mandalorian excision, ven'alor - next in line to lead, ven'riduur - fiancé, Mesh'la - beautiful, Osik - Shit, Kute - Bodysuit, Naas - nothing/nope (I'm fine), jare'la - stupidly brave

So def over a hundred word mandalorian vocab, just from reading too much fic xD

Also I remember the words Koyaci and Kandosi but I don't remember what they mean??? Gotta look them up one of these days

[oftenlyshitposting]

ezra: oh no

shin: oh no is right

sabine: what?

shin: we may have fucked up

sabine: what?! is that why they're shooting us?!

ezra: call hera to send the fleet! call ahsoka too!

sabine: are you serious?! no! hera's gonna kill us!

ezra: what do you mean no? we're gonna die!

sabine: i fucking mean no. you wanna hear it in mando'a? nayc!

[floffytofu]

Random twil'ek girl at cantina : i hear jedi is a virgin, but don't worry i can teach you things to loose your muscles.

Reader : no.

The girl : what?

Reader : i said no, you wanna hear it in mando'a? nayc.

***

Force ghost Obi-wan : *proud dad noises*

Force ghost Anakin : bohoo virgin

[dizzy-9906]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63829819

Star Wars The Clone Wars

My OC's from my Nano Plague Fic @staycalmandhugaclone

Num and Rune have a bad evening and meet Fives and Echo.

We were just walking to the mess hall for dinner after finishing our assignments for the day. When some vod'e in the same reds stopped us. I grabbed Rune's hand as one of them started talking. "Hey CT-8724, CT-8725 you think you can keep up with us real troopers. Your mir'sheb would be just in the way." As the one in the middle talked the other two on either side surrounded us, pushing us into the wall. "Why don't you just slana'pir!" We felt scared and tried to break free, our effort was just met with fists.

After they had their fill, I hear them walking away. Slowly I uncurl from around Rune when he went down to protect him. Whispering "Tat'ika are you shupur'yc badly?" We help each other up as he shakes his head. I let out a low groan as I move. "Well I think I might be."

Before Rune can say anything we hear loud voices coming this way. "Fives, stop that you're going to drop me and I'm already hurt from Commander Colt." As they turn the corner there's a loud grunt. "Niceta, Eyayah. You're heavy and it's not my fault..." He trails off and comes to a stop when he sees us, the vod in his arms looks overs and frowns. "Hey vod'e, easy there we won't hurt you." The vod in Fives arms wiggles down with a hiss and a whispered "Echo!" From his vod. "Me'bana verd'ikase?" Echo is holding one arm to his stomach and leaning heavily on Fives.

I look at Rune and he nods. "Some shebse of vod'e insulted and beat us on our way to the mess. And now we have to go back to the medbay and we will be missing dinner now." We hang out heads not wanting to look at them.

We hear them coming closer and I look up to see a smile on their faces. Echo joyfully says "Well lucky for us we just found us, our baar'ure, and lucky for them they can join us for our dinner after. All they need is permission from a trainer, ARC or a Commander. What you say boys have dinner with us and we'll take ya back to your barracks after." As we nod, Echos knees buckle as he lets out a low groan, Fives catches him before he falls. "Well, I would love to talk more now but I just had my shebs hand to me by Commander Colt and i'm pretty banged up. Why don't we finish as we walk to the medbay."

With Fives carrying Echo and Rune guiding me we make it to the medbay in a few minutes. "Num, Rune what happened. You two left for the day only half an hour ago. And who are they behind you?" A vod still on duty calls out as they see us. "Wait is that Fives and Echo the ones that saved some cadets during the attack?!" Fives gently sets Echo down on a bed and pushes a med droid away as it tries to come near him. "Hey watch it vod."

Rune and I sit on the bed next to them as Fives says none to gently "Yes its us, and unless you want a broken med droid on your hands, I suggest you keep that thing away from Echo!" Echos uninjured hand grips Fives arms, they share a look only a twin would know, and Fives shoulders slump. "Sorry, vod. Echo is not that fond of them thanks to the demagolka kaminiise."

The medic just waves them off. "Oh it's alright their is another pair with same issues. Anyways just get his gear off while I turn off the droid." He goes about grabbing things and turning off the droid as Fives takes Echos armor off.

Rune pokes me in my shoulder. "Tat vod, let me help you take your shirt off?" I nod and let him take it off. "Well looks like you have some bruised ribs maybe a crack or two." As he gently pushes my side I have to stop myself from batting his hand away.

When the medic is done with Echo he comes over. "Well looks like Rune you are correct. I'll get it wrapped and you'll be good to go. Rune anything about you I need to know." He says as he wraps my side.

Rune shakes his head "Nayc, baar'ur just bruised, haar. Ner mir'osik tat took most of the hits after I fell." I push him off the bed and he just laughs. The medic helps me get my shirt back on.

I forgot that we also came in with Fives and Echo, when the later speaks since coming in with us "Well I thought you two were twins, but if they are done I would like to get out of here." When I look over at him Fives is helping put most of his armor back on and leaving some off the side, because some won't fit, with a frown. Echo is breathing heavily trying to keep cool. "I'll be alright when I get out of here." He hisses to Fives.

I look over Rune and note that the medic put a few bacta patches on him so I stand "Yeah we are good to go and we will take you up on your offer of dinner."

Fives grabs the rest of his twins gear in one arm and helps him up with the other. As the four of us head out the medic calls out. "Fives, Echo I will stop by your barracks before your training in the morning. Num, Rune I'll see you two here for your training in the morning after."

We all head to dinner but a vod at the door stops us. "You two aren't allowed in here only real soldiers are."

The vod must not have seen Fives and Echo in front of us when he said that because he found himself on the floor because Echo knocked him down. "Look here shiny a medic is as just as much if not more of a soldier then us so you better respect a medic. Because if you ever face our medic Kix in the 501st or the 212th or 104th medic and act like that pray to Ka'ra that they take it easy on you. Now these two have our permission to eat now as they had to go back to the medbay and miss there meal time, to patch themselves up because of di'kute like you." He looks to us and smiles "Now let's go eat." He shoots the vod on the floor a glare as Fives pushes him to a table with a "go sit I'll get you food" look.

It doesn't take us long to get food and sit, we each talk about our training, how we have and how Echo got hurt that bad. "With a vod like that in medical I can only guess as to how you two are. Kix would love to have you two out in the field with him, and Coric can stay on the ship like he says he wants to." The two of them both laugh.

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When they finally head back to there barracks for the night and settle in they call Rex.

"Rex, here." Rex sighs with a smile "Good to see you boys."

"Rex, I think we found two new field medics for Kix'." Fives says happy

"Oh, is that so and how did you find them?" Rex pondered

"Um that would be because of me and also they said that some vod'e were insulting and beating them before we showed up just for being medics." Echo shyly mutters

The holo of Rex looks at him with a frown. "Echo did you get your shebs handed to you today." Echo nods, Rex just shakes his head. "All right what's there names and numbers?"

Fives and Echo look at each other and smile. Echo looks back at Rex "Num CT-8724 and Rune CT-8725. And get this they graduate by the time we are done with ARC training."

"We can bring them back with us if you decide you want them, we can also send reports about them over the next few months." Fives added.

"Ok boys, I'll talk with Kix AND Coric about them, but it will most likely be a yes." Groaned Rex.

Rex and the boys talked a bit more before the twins got off. And over the next few months they sent there reports of Num and Rune.

[sister-pianist-chan]

22 for bojere :)

Thank you for your ask!

22: In a rush of adrenaline.

Ruisrock 2024:

Jere put on his bolero and walked onstage while pouring some ice cold water all over himself. The cold water ran down his face, tits, tummy, all over the place. The crowd cheered as they heard the first notes of Cha Cha Cha play and saw Jere walk on stage. Jere started to sing. He turned around and noticed that the Joker Out guys were not in the VIP area. He brushed it off and continued to perform. After the second bridge, the dancers left the stage and Jere was confused as fuck. This is where they had to do the centipede. Well, the dancers were replaced by five sexy Slovenian guys. Jere's heart fluttered when he saw Bojan walk onstage. He was wearing the lacy slut shirt that he had left at Jere's apartment and some tight slacks that hugged his ass and his hips nicely. The centipede was formed. Jure was in front, and then Kris, and then Jan, and then Nace, and then Bojan. Jere rode Bojan and to fuck around with the fandom, each Joker Out guy moaned and made Bojan's sexual face from Tavastia and Bojan followed suit as he pushed his hips up where Jere was riding him. Once Jere got off, the guys stayed onstage with Jere to finish Cha Cha Cha. Jere was flirting with Bojan onstage, touched him, and kissed his neck. Once he rapped the final Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha, He left out the last Cha, and since he felt an adrenaline rush, he French kissed Bojan onstage. Bojan was surprised and didn't know what to do. The rest of Joker Out weren't surprised and Jan and Nace were happy that they could mark this spot on their Bojere bingo card. The Joker Out guys walked off stage while waving as Jere was thanking the crowd.

He realized what happened and saw that Bojan wasn't inside and he ran.

"Bojan!! Bojan!!" He called out backstage. He kept running to find Bojan. He caught Jan and Nace nearly having sex from their steamy makeout as Jan was sucking Nace's neck in the corner and interrupted them. (So that's why he wears turtlenecks, Jere thought.)

"Hey, sori Jan and Nayce, but you seen The Bojan?" Jere asked.

"Not really. Sorry Jerč. " Jan said.

Nace remembered he saw Bojan run somewhere.

"I think he went that way." Nace said as he pointed a certain direction.

"Kiitos." Jere said and ran.

"thank you guys!" Jere said and continued to run. He ran until he finally found Bojan.

"Bojan! I looking all over for you, yes. Can I talk to you for a second?" Jere said

Bojan nodded. Jere took a deep breath and turned to face Bojan.

"I know you been keeping your distance, but I really like you, Bojan," Jere confessed. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Bojan felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been attracted to Jere but had been too afraid to act on his feelings. Now, with the adrenaline from the performance still coursing through his veins, he knew he couldn't deny his feelings any longer. "I like you too, Jere," Bojan admitted.

Without hesitation, Jere leaned in and kissed Bojan. The kiss was passionate and full of pent-up desire. Bojan wrapped his arms around Jere, pulling him closer, and returned the kiss with equal intensity.

As they parted, they both felt a sense of relief and happiness. They knew that this moment marked the beginning of something new and exciting between them. And even though they came from different worlds, they were united by their love for music and each other.

From that day forward, Jere and Bojan started dating, and their relationship grew stronger with each passing day. They learned to navigate the challenges of their different cultures and languages, finding comfort and solace in each other's arms. And as they continued to perform together, they cherished the memories of their first kiss backstage at Ruisrock, fueled by the rush of adrenaline and the power of their love.

[star-farer]

clone of solitude

Summary: When the hands that wipe your tears away are your own. AU: HFSW, Ik'aad Taglist: @kybercrystals94 @fionas-frenzy @padawancat97 @margindoodles2407 @dreamsight73 @groguandthebadbatch @comfy-vember

Comfy-vember 2024, Day 22: Lamplight

She recalls reaching up, ever up, arms outstretched beyond her head. She recalls whining shrill and high, shrieking her tantrums with hands that clenched open and shut, tugging at hems of clothing rough and old.

A laugh would rumble in the air like warm seaquakes, or a sigh would flow softly as a shoal flitting past clear windows. Arms would surround her body, even littler than she is now, and lift her up into the firm hold of a father.

At times, it was for him alone she reached. To wind her arms around his neck, to rest her head upon his shoulder, to be comforted with the simple embrace of his beating heart and kind voice.

More often, however, her demands were for all and sundry.

The doll sitting too far above with taunting eyes. The fruit tucked away in a cabinet. The object of her desire held away from her grasping paws.

Her arms would stretch, and her voice would insist, and she would look up, always up, ever up. Once her wishes would be granted, once she would be denied.

But now, alone in her bed, alone in her shared chambers, her Kaminoan caretaker elsewhere delving even at such dark hours into alchemical realms, Omega recalls reaching, ever up, ever beyond her head, for the lamps glowing white and set in high ceilings.

“The sun!” she recalls crying out at last, one stubby finger pointing with the hand that does not use her father’s shoulder for support. “The sun!”

His face had drawn quiet, pinching together as if in pain. “Nayc, ad’ika,” he had spoken in silent voice, “You are mistaken. That is only a lamp of the Kaminii’se.”

Perhaps her confusion had shown, for his lips had twisted in a rueful smile. He had laughed, subdued though it had been, and brought her down to sit upon his lap.

“Tech could expound upon their differences better, ner kar’ta. But I will tell you what I know as best as I am able.”

He had waved one arm above. “These lamps, they shine with the magic of our creators. Therein lies their power: in the hands of the Kaminoans.”

“But the sun—” and then, she had seen a madness in his wide eyes, wonderful and awestruck— “The sun is not one that derives its glory from another. From within itself, by means we do not understand, it glows with strength unimaginable.”

“May I see it, Buir?” had been her request, breathless from the brilliance he had described.

And—

She closes her eyes, even if it is the same void before and beneath her eyelids. She turns to her side and pulls her blanket up under her chin, imagining phantom hands tucking her in gently and stroking her hair.

Oh, his face, his face, how great his anguish had been, strewn about the lines and scars, edging along the dark ink that shrouded him half in the image of death. There is no doubt she had seen tears shining in his eyes, a thin layer of shimmering gauze. If the lamps were the undersea images of the sun, his eyes could replace the stars.

From the back of his throat had come a strange noise, and a smile erupted from his crumbling features for her alone.

“Perhaps one day, kar’ika, you will see it. Perhaps one day, I shall hold your hand in mine and show you the world above the seas.”

The pillow provides soft ground to bury the tears flowing from her eyes, presently. She had not understood the reason for his sorrow that day.

She had not known it was the last moment she would spend in his company.

The air grows heavy and stifling, the darkness muffling both breath and thought. Suddenly, she finds herself yearning for the light, warm and true. Suddenly, she finds herself longing for strong arms and tender voices and dear kisses that chase her fears away.

She leans over her bed, she fumbles for the stand at her bedside.

Suddenly, she finds herself in need of the stars in the eyes of her aliit.

Upon the stand is a canister of glass, encased in a sliding sheath of metal. Desperate fingers graze the handle, and she pulls its shutter open.

She breathes a sigh of tear-stained relief at the sight of the familiar gleam of blue.

Nala Se has allowed her this kindness, to keep to herself in this vessel the luminescent beings of the sea. They are studied, these unseen and numerous creatures, in the many laboratories of the subnautical fortress. As a viscous blur, their slow pulsating glow is the only surety she bears that they are indeed filled with life.

She sits there, in the dark, watching her little blue lamp, hands clutching her blanket to her chest. Her cheeks are wet, and she tastes salt at the edges of her lips.

A year has passed since she sat last in the dear company of her buire. A year since she has heard their hearty laughter, seen their ever-wide smiles. A year since she has been torn cold from love.

She knows little of them now, their whereabouts forever lost to fleeting speech and remarks whisked away from her ears too swiftly. They are upon one island, battling the undead, and only a moment later they have crossed onto the next.

There are tales of their prowess. Of one with curious devices aplenty and diction too particular for any clone. Of another who rends rock asunder with his bare hands and speaks in thunder. Of a third with a tongue like a sharp lash and sharper arrows that forever strike their mark. Of a leader whose bold words bear fangs and moves quicker than wit.

But that is all they are, here at the end of the day: tales, mere words, crafted by men who have not known them as she. Who have not seen their true colours, a lively harmony of joy and valor. Who have not heard their gentle lullabies fill the air with the tenets of soldiers and the legends of sailors.

She pulls the pillow before her face, holds it close against her heart like a doll of red and black. Her lamp glows, her sheets rustle, she sits weeping unspoken tears in the dead of sea-night.

And her mind reaches for the shadows of her lost loves.

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag @shortcuts-make-long-delays!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Currently 104 although they'll go up to 105 in a few minutes.

2.) What's your ao3 word count?  

736,265 :D

3.) What fandoms do you write for? 

Star Wars, I don't have any fics for other fandoms :|

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Meg vaabir Ni haa'taylir? Get an ne'tra. (What can I see? Mostly all black.) - My blind Obi-Wan work that I wrote with my friend after I a) tripped over her guide dog again and b) said it would be interesting to see how Obi-Wan managed

meg a copikla tooka (what a cute tooka) - Obi-Wan is a tiny tooka shapeshifter, enough said

gaanla solus at hibirar be tooka-wan (chosen one to learn of tooka-wan) - Where Anakin finds out Obi-Wan is a shapeshifting tooka :)

te geroya at gotal'ur te vod'e nayc suvarir (the game to make the brothers confused) - Where the clones find out Obi-Wan is the above, there's a lot of tooka in this

Ahsoka kar'taylir meg tookas cuyir guuror (Ahsoka knows what tookas are like) - At the surprise of no one, it's where Ahsoka finds out Obi-Wan is a shapeshifting tooka. I don't make the rules, you all just seem to like tookas?!

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I like to answer them the same day but sometimes my disability means no energy so I just treasure them until I have the time and energy to answer them!

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angiest ending is probably this one (Ni ceta... (I'm sorry...)) because I tend to give my angst in the middle of chapters and then happy endings.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably this one (cuun briikas'la oyay (our happier life)) because the other happier ones haven't ended yet!

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think it was hate but I once received a rude comment?

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I mean, it was very soft smut if that counts? I don't really do smut, it's not my favourite to write.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope! :)

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? I mean, I hope not!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, I don't think so but I'm very open to the idea! I think stories should be accessible to everyone and if that means podfics or translation then that's great!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have actually! I cowrote the Codywan reverse bang fic with a dear friend @forloveofcodywan and she did a wonderful job (find it here Ni ru'kir rejorhaa'ir kaysh Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum kaysh (I should tell him I love him))

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Codywan and I will scream it from the rooftops.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I, unfortunately, have this horrible disease called inability to leave a WIP alone, so they'll all get finished at some point.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I think my prose is relatively good? I do like writing that as opposed to action sequences.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Action sequences and scenes with multiple people talking because I get confused.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If we're talking fictional languages, I already do it, if we're talking real languages, as much as I would like to, I don't, for fear that I get it wrong.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Nice and easy, it's the fic where I gave Obi-Wan a cane because I have one. It's also my excuse for using Tholme as a main-ish character for once because I love him.

Ni haa'taylir ner'st o'r gar (I see myself in you)

I'm tagging, with no pressure: @forloveofcodywan @happybean17 @tired-bshocked @kcrabb88 @kenobster @afoundling and @deathdovesong and anyone who wants to play!

[project-shereshoy]

Please help me! I’ve been trying to find the mandalorian word for ‘tiger’, I need it for my story. The title will be ‘Adorable little tiger’, I just need the ‘little tiger’ translated for me. It’s can be anything at all, please help me! 🙏 😊

Unfortunately, there is no canon word for "tiger". Off the top of my head, there's no fan dialects that have an established word for it either, though the MC dictionary has "akaan'uliik" (war-creature) for "lion". If that's not what you want, you'll have to get creative by making the word from scratch.

As far as the adorable/little part, that I can help with! You want the suffix -'ika. Just slap that baby at the end of any word to show your affection (ra duraan, nayc ner bor).

If anyone has a suggestion for "tiger", feel free to chime in.