"I deliver."

Alright, so I may have just disappeared off the face of the planet for the last several months. And that's been...only sort of intentional. Life has been really busy, chaotic, and full of ups and downs.

That all said, I am trying to slowly - probably very slowly - make my way back to RP so I can utilize one of my best coping methods now that my mental health has started to sort of stabilize again!

With that, there's some changes:

Cody, Jango, and Boba are all going to get moved to my multimuse here, because I can't keep up with 4 blogs at the moment. I'm going to try and keep up with their drafts, but I may contact some folks to talk about dropping certain threads.

Additionally, I'm going to be going through and pruning my inbox and drafts down to what I think I can manage for now, and go from there.

I'm making some google docs for my muses' extended information. Detailed history, weapon information, species abilities, etc will all be kept there, while core information will be kept on the main muse page.

Since Tumblr seems to have forgotten all my tags, I might be rehauling my tagging system given how many muses I now have. Depending on how extensive a project this is, it may or may not happen.

the kid’s eyes look too old. 

he stands out in the rank of touring cadets - in two straight lines of wide golden eyes and grins of awe at their older brothers in white armor, all of them marching in time, there’s one cadet walking like he needs to watch over his shoulder, his steps slightly out of sync with jax and hotshot and the others, and his eyes dark and purposeful. 

he only stands out a little bit more as the tour goes on, excelling in the questions routinely asked to keep the cadets on their feet, and being by far the best shot of the group - his precision would rival that of some veterans rex knew. 

so he pulls the cadet to the side. possible commander material, to be noted, and the cadet looks almost panicked at that. 

what’s your name, son?

something about that stabs through the kid, rex can see, his eyes widening minutely and flinching, refusing to make eye contact with rex. lucky. they call me lucky, sir. 

rex sits down beside him heavily, ignoring the suspicious look the kid gives him, tensed up as though he’s about to run. in my experience, you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. 

lucky’s hands curl into small fists. does it seem like my expectations are low, sir? 

rex sighs, pulling his helmet onto his lap and tracing over the jaig eyes, holding it out to lucky, who looked at it, brow furrowing. i got given these by the original himself, when i was just a little older than you are now, lucky. he thought i’d been mandokarla enough to earn them. 

sir? lucky asks, wary - but rex notices that his golden eyes are looking at him now, almost pleading.

i met his son about then. boba. cute kid - he looked like one of the younger cadets, but … like he’d been cared for. he wanted to wear my helmet when he saw that his father’d drawn these on, and i let him. always wondered where that kid ended up.  

lucky looks tense again, and rex sighs. 

what about you, lucky? where do you think you’re going to end up when you become a trooper, eh? 

there’s a bomb in general windu’s room, lucky blurts out, hunched over and not looking rex in the eyes, cheeks flushed red with shame, and it looks like he could panic at any moment. rex remains calm, and rests a hand on his shoulder. 

i see. thank you for telling me. come on, lucky. let’s go tell general windu what you found, huh? 

The Masterlist as it stands now is very inaccurate so I have decided to clear it and start again.

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Boba tells Leia, “Sex between those not married is immoral,” which is a Mandalorian cultural thing because children are everything to Mandos and sex which might result in pregnancy is a big no-no unless both parents are ready and willing to raise that child; marriage to Mandalorians is two people making a mutual promise to help each other, particularly helping each other raise any children they might conceive or adopt (adoption happens a lot in the heat of the moment, apparently; it canonically appears to be a bigger risk than unplanned pregnancy - “whoops, honey, I accidentally adopted this kid I found on the battlefield” “oh. well. we knew that might happen having unprotected combat and all”).

It just says a lot about Boba, and Mandalorians in general, that they’re big buff armoured warrior types who apparently canonically have a very strong cultural bias for responsible sex. I mean, how many times do we see the fantasy/sci-fi warrior soldier stereotype = rape, or at the very least coercive sex, in pop culture? In so many movies and comics and novels, the female heroine/hero’s woman is captured by bad guys and offered as a “gift” to some big hunk of a warrior/gladiator/what have you who either does whatever he wants with her (explicitly on screen or implied off-screen by her ruined makeup and torn dress) to further the hero’s rescue-and/or-revenge-journey or maybe seduces her with his ~manliness~ and huge muscles/weapons even while there’s still that element of power imbalance as she surrenders helplessly to the ~instinctive urge~ to mate with the alpha male. Sex, or they-were-going-to-but-last-minute-interruption/rescue, is the inevitable outcome of a sci-fi/fantasy woman in a gold bikini being shoved into a soldier/warrior/gladiator dude’s quarters/cave/den/hovel.

And Leia is genre savvy and knows this. She fully expects Boba to rape her, and says as much. But his response to her threatening to kill him or kill herself if he touches her is just “woah there, lady, have we entered a culturally binding contract to conceive and raise children? no, we have not. so don’t flatter yourself thinking I’ll get my gametes anywhere near your uterus, thank you very much!” And Leia is a bit offended and wrong-footed, telling him “um, rape is immoral too, y’know,” but Boba just dismisses it all, “well, yes, rape is bad, but like it’s so far off the table here that it’s basically a non sequitur, why would I rape you when I don’t even want to have consensual sex with you, come on.”

I just love the fact that in Mando culture, consensual sex is EVERYTHING, it’s even CONTRACTUALISED. You know how all those MRA anti-feminists are all up in arms about movements like #MeToo and whining about how totally unreasonable it is to expect everyone involved to consent to sex, what, do femi-nazis want everyone to fill out consent forms before sex haha how ridiculous - and then we have Mandalorians, the most alpha of alpha people of all genders, all fake nerd boy incels’ epitome of badassness, literally contractualising consent. Boba Fett, pop-cult bad guy extraordinaire, not only refusing to rape Leia in her slave costume (unlike every single incel in the world who has masturbated to that scene of her on her knees in chains) but being genuinely offended at the thought of having sex with someone without pledging himself fully to her safety and welfare.

During the Clone Wars, Jango Fett faced Mace Windu, the most powerful Jedi during his time, and was beheaded. His son, Boba Fett, watched in horror, swore vengeance, and was imprisoned for his attempts at assassination. In the ensuing years, he gained a reputation as one of the deadliest bounty hunters in the galaxy; one of his known tactics was disintegrating his adversaries. As his career evolved, Fett took on Mandalorian armor reminiscent of his father’s, being adorned with numerous braids he displayed as trophies of fallen prey.

            She didn’t dare reach into the Force anymore, it seemed dangerous. More than ever lately, with Inquisitors chasing down the remaining Jedi.. with –what she’d seen– were once Clone Troopers also hunting what was left of her extended childhood family. Reaching into the Force, as a Jedi, might give her away.. but who would know her now? Inhaling deeply, she tried to focus too much on the smell of this backwater planet.. run by one of the Hutts, but she couldn’t remember which. It didn’t matter anymore.

             It was a long, long couple of years.

             Eking out a place in the Outer Rim, steering clear of Separatists and Republic alike, doing small, odd-job work outside the Guild...it was rough.  It was exhausting.  But he was free, and it was...well.  It was a good distraction from the quiet.

             Hondo was a decent employer, all things considered.  Boba didn’t expect the same kind of kindness his dad had received, but.  Hondo paid well, and seemed to mostly keep him out of deep water work.  He wasn’t experienced enough for some of it, after all.  But a few jobs still required more skilled dirtywork than he liked...he wasn’t sure what he thought about a partner, though.  His last ‘partner’ hadn’t exactly gone well...

             He paused as he slipped silently into the agreed-upon meeting place.  This place was quiet, and it smelled, but it was almost safe.  Almost.  As safe as anything ever was in the Outer Rim.  And it was mostly empty, but for a togruta.  Well...okay.  That was...not a problem.  He hoped.

I didn’t care about the Boba Fett film. Until Phil Noto drew Takia Waititi in the armor. I’m having a lot of feelings now.

Mandalorian Mettle 

Suns Set 

Ghost in the Wind

             There’s a soft little sniffle from behind one of the many wardrobe’s of the palace, dark eyes peering out from under equally dark, curly hair.  After a moment, the boy squirmed out of hiding, tugging at his tunic to straighten it, and looking at the queen with slightly-red eyes. “S-sorry, ma’am.  I just…got scared.”