I am covered in eyes and I cannot move

the fact that mando fans make satine out to be an enemy of her culture--write her as someone leading what is essentially a cultural genocide--is very... meta, to me. satine represents an opportunity for nuance in a fictional culture that is primarily known for the cool armor and the badass fight scenes, but the fans like the armor and the fighting. and satine does not. so satine as a character/what she represents in-universe has become an enemy of what makes mandos interesting to the fans. and she is an enemy they can punish by stripping her culture from her, by taking away her history and her art and her context and making her out as a wannabe republic senator with fascist leanings.

If becoming leader of Mandalore is an uphill climb, Tarre started underground. One of the few things Mandalorians agree on is that Jedi are their enemies. And yet Tarre strolls out of the Jedi Order with a black-bladed lightsaber and not only does he become leader, he becomes so memorable and so revered that his lightsaber becomes the symbol of Mandalorian leadership for a thousand years.

Did he invent beskar? Did he fight his way through an army to climb on that throne and then refuse to budge? Was he just really good at taxation and imports and all that boring stuff that actual government requires and they couldn’t overthrow him without their infrastructure collapsing?

“No Mandalorian warrior will ever accept a Jedi on the throne!”

There is emotion, yet there is peace.

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

There is ignorance, yet there is knowledge.

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

There is passion, yet there is serenity.

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

There is chaos, yet there is harmony.

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

There is death, yet there is the Force.

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

A while back, some friends and I had an interesting discussion about why Star Wars has the Twi'lek speak with French accent, and the implication that Ryloth could perhaps be inspired by a country formerly colonized by France.

We discovered there were A LOT of parallels between Ryloth and the country of Algeria

Kalon species swap

IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW SHE CANE OUT ILOVE HER

…..On another note her outfits have me in Shambles but hey at least she’s gorgeous.

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Also the diagram of the parts of her outfits might be entirely inaccurate considering I photo bashed her outfit together changed the colors added way extra details and things on top to make it unrecognizable so that was only an attempt to make sense of my madness my apologies if it’s wrong 🧍‍♂️

But because they have that oportunity, i think they'd also have a day where youngings, just before the age they can become padawans, are devided among Jedi of the same home planet/cuture to let them shadow/ask qestions?

Cause im sure not every Jedi takes the opportunty to go to their home planet, so what if younglins get this like, day, where typically (when the jedi arent at war) Jedi from all over converge at the temple and get anywhere from 1-10 younglings and they just chat and ask questions and learn from this older jedi that ls like them! Its supposed to give them some base info, and their curiosity mostly satiated before heir padawanship, and to help guide them on if going to ther planet is the right choice for them.

But with the war going on, it becomes a shadow day. Where suddenly all these clone batallions are seing ther Generals walk down the Venator halls with a gaggle of younglings behind them, all having similar characteristics/features.

And maybe the clones learn a litte more about their Generals and Jedi Culture as a whole too.

Imagine Obi Wan with 2 littlesmalltiny younglings trailing behind the man like ducklings. Stewjohn is not the most accepting of those with gifts in the force, so he has the only other younglings from his planet.

He has little Cal, who if rumors are to believed, has been chosen by Master Tapal to be his padawan when the boy is ready in a few months. And little Ari-Sol, who has a gift for healing. Both have bright metallic hair, Cals who is a more vibrant copper than Obi, and Ari-Sol who has shining gold hair. (I love the stewjohn weird biology giving them metal hair)

Plo, who has a handfull of small Kel Dor children and his niece, Sha, has another handfull. Wolffe is desperately pretending he is not losing his shit at these smaller versions of his General. He is failing.

Ahsoka got to spend her day when she was younger with Shaak-Ti, she became a huge rolemodel to her and is what helped convinced her to participate in the Togrutan coming of age hunting ceromony.

What if Aayla gets a couple other twi'lek younglings that were rescued from slavery. And they get to talk about overcoming that trauma and reconnecting with their culture and people, and how deeply both are tied to slavery.

What if Anakin, who isnt expecting any younglings of his own because his culture was tatooine slavery. What other youngling or jedi could possibly be from that desert hellscape? But then he gets this little girl, who was found just a couple years after Anakin, because the council realized, if they missed Anakin, whos midchlorian count is astronomical, then who else did they miss on that slaver planet. They found 1 other force sensitive girl bound to slavery by Jaba the Hutt.

Anakin now gets to pass down all those stories his mom and older slave kids passed down to him. Of slave routes and networks to freedom, of rebellions and trixter gods and rain and and-

Its been a long while since he was able to look back on his past with anthing close to fondness. But sharing these stories of hope and resiliance and resistance, it makes him happy. Connected. This one tiny youngling from Tatoonine helped Anakin feel more part of the the Jedi Order than any Master ever could. He feels less other. It also greatly helps his own feelings about tattoine and how he grew up.

DISCLAIMER!!! Any cultures mentioned here are only INSPIRATION. None of this should be taken as accurate representation

Where I could, I tried to follow the rules of observing hijab. However since there are aspects of Lothali fashion that counter that (tight fitting clothing, areas of skin being revealed) I couldn’t always stick to it. Like the cultures I draw inspiration from, it’s not meant to be an accurate representation 

ASOIAF The North part 1!

It doesn't matter if the Jedi made mistakes or were flawed. It truly truly doesn't, it's SO beyond the point of this narrative it's not even funny.

The POINT of the death of the Jedi is that you can do everything right and still lose. And even more so, you can be the most moral, compassionate, selfless person in the galaxy and it won't matter if everyone around you has decided to be selfless and greedy.

The point of the death of the Jedi is that they seem like this group that should be nearly impossible to take down, they're full of powerful people who can do powerful things, they've got laser swords and magic powers and can jump really far and run really fast, and they use all of this to do nothing but HELP PEOPLE all the time, and in the end they all die because no one around them wanted to do the same. Fascism is a group effort, it's not the work of one dude or even two. Yes, Palpatine comes in and abuses the system to do bad things, but his entire plan relies on THOUSANDS of people choosing to do bad things with him. Anakin, yes, but also the corporate alliance and Dooku and Jango and Grievous and Maul and the Geonosians and the Kaminoans and Tarkin and so so so many Senators (enough that a Delegation of 2000 feels like their efforts are likely a shot in the dark). The Jedi are doing EVERYTHING RIGHT, they're heroes who give their lives to save others, but they're surrounded by people who wouldn't do the same, and that's what kills them.

THAT'S the point. The Jedi being flawed completely bypasses that point entirely. Focusing on "mistakes" the Jedi might have made, or flaws they might have, means that you're now completely ignoring the entire message about how fighting BACK against fascism and evil is ALSO a group effort. The Jedi cannot do it alone, and if enough people are not standing up to darkness with them, IT IS GUARANTEED TO WIN. Even the most powerful, most selfless people in the world can't stand up against a galaxy full of people prepared to submit to their own fears.

I'm imagining some poor sleep-deprived Crane who is desperately trying to find a way to put the chicks to bed, and at his wits end thought of a lullaby, maybe that'd help? Instead, he came up with the Witcher ABC's:

Arachas are awful and always aware, they lay in wait so always beware. Bruxa shriek loud and very achy, drink black blood and she won't wakey. Cockatrice come in many sizes and shapes, aard it down before it escapes. Drowners are dull and dreary and numb, kill them quick, don't be dumb. Endrega are seemingly everywhere, yes, even there. Fiends are frightening foes indeed, stab, then step aside with speed. Ghouls are common as sunrise, don't trust the dead, surprise! Harpies have high shrill voices, if you think they're pretty, you should rethink your choices. Imps inspire mischief and irritation, fuck, I need a vacation. Jumblehogs are just something I made up right now, but they look a bit like a cow. Kikimore will jump out of the ground to eat you messy, a tasty treat, fat and fleshy. Leshy will hug you very tight, but it's not a very nice hug. Myriapodans might be a mystery we should lay to rest, so they're not the best for a weapons test. Nekkers are nasty little creatures unloved by all, and they have this really annoying chattering call. Ogres are deep sleepers, wake them, and you'll sleep deeper. Plumards pluck pots and pans to beat you with, they're not very strong though, so take the hit. Rotfiends are rotted and dead, and I really want to go to bed. Shaelmaar are shiny and super adorable, but it's not worth it, wyvern hide is more affordable. Tomtar are a nice little daydream, they're not as nice as they seem. Ulv's are just really big wolves, really, but you should stay way from them, ideally. Vukodlaks are bigger than ulvs and werewolves to boot, stay at a distance to aim and shoot. Wadislaw is a bloke I saw in Novigrad once, he was a real ponce. Xylophones are instruments to play on, if you want witchers to stay gone. Yaguars are spelled Jaguars and are really big cats, I should've used that for J, alas. Zebras are striped horses and they don't exist, but if they do, tame one and bring it home. Q I forgot but lets say it's a quokka, smiley things who sacrifice their kids like I'm a'bout'ta'!

Jaskier puts a tune to it, and it's the greatest (worst) ear-worm that has ever existed.

It would be much more interesting if the Jedi had many different, varied and weird opinions about sex in our own cultures eyes. (Shouting to be heard over the angry chants.)

Neither unicorn nor pegasus, Alicorns appear to have traits from both species, but are so much more beyond that.

The first alicorns are known as The Two Sisters, a pair of unicorns with magic so potent, they changed the face of the sky forever. After growing wings, the young alicorns were called princesses and treated like royalty, thanked for their gift of the sun and moon. But as time went on, it became clear that these were not simply horses with extra features, but something else entirely.

When mature, alicorns are massive deities that stretch across the sky, ferrying the sun and moon to all corners of the world, leaving magic and dreams in their wake.

The chosen one of The Sun itself

Twilight Sparkle started off as a promising magic student, shrugging off friendships for the sake of spells and history. Her teachers encouraged this, seeing the potential of ancient spellcasters within her, but it was not to last.

The Goddess of the Sun saw potential beyond sorcery, and commanded the young filly to leave school and foster interpersonal relationships with her fellow ponies.

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Through adventure and love, Twilight's magic began to manifest as powerful boons surrounding the concept of friendship itself. Rather than being the patron of the sun or moon, she had become the pillar of platonic love, creating castles and saving kingdoms with a team of ponies linked by love for one another.

The Sun believed she had reached her true potential and unlocked within her a power not seen for thousands of years. Wings and horn marked her as something beyond the three species of pony so far seen in the world. The populace called her a princess and treated her with reverence, but her friends treated her just the same.

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Ascension to Godhood is not an instantaneous process, but something she was able to process and accept as the years went on. As her power grew, so did her size, elongating into the ethereal proportions seen in the Sun and the Moon. She continued to spend time with her friends until age claimed them one by one.

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The Princess of Love is a very young Goddess, only a bit older than the mortal unicorn she took as her husband. Her domain is the romantic spark between ponies; her mane curling into mist that enhances those feelings and imbue them with magic. Under her influence, acts of love become power that spreads harmony and peace, keeping all sorts of evil (be they villainous plots or just bad weather) at bay.

As patrons of immaterial concepts ascend to godhood, the world changes to become richer and more complex. Entire new schools of magic are born; simple parts of life become divine.

Godhood is not without cost, however. Of course a being whose whole deal was love would fall into it. She may have tried not to, but a royal and their personal guard is a tale as old as time. Through times good and bad, the couple's love strengthened one another and fortified the land around them, even as the years wore on.

No goddess before had taken a spouse in a mortal. They watched over each other, giving comfort, inspiration, and magic. Together, they changed the old and heralded the new. They created something that had never been seen before