Important:

i never check my email because then i will have to reply to some of them and that is how you get more emails

that moment when you start to write another prompt but can’t remember what number you’re doing now

Me, eyeballing the shitstorm that is g*na car*no

*sigh*

Time to add another one into the

"i used to like them but now i cant anymore"

pile.

Hades

He missed his wife. The King, the God of the Dead, in all his power and glory felt like a miserable slob without his wife. Persephone, Bringer of Death, Bringer of Light in his life. She had gone to live with her mother up on the mortal realm. Such was their agreement. She’ll come back to him in a few months - but before that happened, he was to live in The Underworld by himself. At least, that was what he’d assume. Pompeii had been devastating. All those dead - all those people crowding his realm. All the extra work he’d been faced with.  All the pain. The Dead of Pompeii had not died peaceful deaths. He knew he should be back on his throne. He had other Dead to attend to. Other Dead to sort out. He was The King, The God - and he had a duty to fulfill. Yet he cannot help himself from enjoying this walk. The Child’s still bouncy steps beside him - despite what horrors she had faced. The way she constantly tried to meet his gaze; and he would meet hers. Her eyes. Reminded him of his dear Persephone. Perhaps that was why he found himself to be relaxed, despite the multitude of tasks that hung above his head. “To find your Mama,” Hades said, glancing down towards Agata’s wide eyes. “You’ll have to go through The Process.” Agata’s eyebrows furrowed just slightly. Her fear picked up, tinging the air with an unpleasant smell. “The...process?” she echoed. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly. “What process?” Hades glanced away, back towards their path. It occurred to him suddenly that she might not know... Should he tell her? Should he meet The Child’s gaze squarely, look at her, and tell her what had happened to her when Mount Vesuvius erupted? Or maybe, he ought to let her cling onto that Children’s Ignorance for just a little bit longer? What should The King do?

hey yea im back and i’m alive and i’m here to tell you that i am hyperfixating on The Mandalorian 

i am writing. i am writing about what i promised. but i am also writing about the Mandalorian. you can read what i wrote, but im also writing more. its just a sorta continuation of that fic.

I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.

Of course not. That’s not a thing you ever plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Sunday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.”

You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.

For the Official Record in case anyone is taking notes, I was not the mastermind behind the whole operation. I wasn’t the main character - I still am not, actually. I’m not even the love interest.

I’m just the guy who ended up being very, very unlucky. Enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

For me, that was eleven a.m. in the playground next to my apartment.

Oh, who was I kidding? I was practically inviting trouble on my doorstep, what with being up at such a godforsaken hour as that.

The morning air was crisp and cold against my skin. My dull grey and ratty jacket was like a teaspoon of sugar against a tablespoon of coffee - not enough to ward off the bitterness.

Goodness, I could so go for a coffee right about now. Not even with any cream or sugar - just the pure black bitterness to maybe send me back a day before this all even happened. Wouldn’t that be grand - I wonder if it were possible.

You might be wondering about now; “Hey, what’re you doing standing in the playground near your apartment at eleven a.m in the morning if you don’t like being awake that early? You don’t even have proper attire against the chill.”

Now that is an excellent question. I had no little kid to watch over - I didn’t have a partner, and I didn’t really plan on having for the next few years or so. I didn’t even have like, a pet or something that I had to take out for a walk. I lived alone.

Oh no, I wasn’t standing there because I had to watch over someone. I was standing there because I was looking for someone. Or rather, something.

I was looking for the magical arrowhead that I’d been forced to buy on the internet that morning.

I didn’t even know what an arrowhead was before that morning.

tags

So I wrote a song in Mando'a a while back, and I finally remembered to post it here :P

Te Nau teh te Me'suum'ika...

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Te nau teh te me’suum’ika nau’ur te kurs,

<<The light from the moon illuminates the forest.>>

Te cin sarade bat te kurshise, jii dral pak,

<<The white flowers on the trees, now glowing silver>>

Te senaare laararir bah solus ashi, val laararir bah te ca’tra

<<The birds sing to each other, they sing to the night sky >>

...

Te nau teh te ka’ra nau’ur te kurshise,

<<The light from the stars illuminates the trees>>

Te shi’yayc sarade, jii dral ve’vut,

<<The yellow flowers, now glowing gold>>

Te senaare laararir bah solus ashi, val laararir bah te ka’ra

<<The birds sing to each other, they sing to the stars>>

...

Te nau te teh me’suum’ika nau’ur te suumpir,

<<the light from the moon illuminates the lake>>

Te nau redalur bat te kebiin sarade,

<<the light dances on the blue flowers>>

Te senaare laararir bah solus ashi, val laararir bah te ca’tra,

<<The birds sing to each other, they sing to the night sky>>

Te nau teh te me’suum’ika nau’ur te kurs,

<<The light from the moon illuminates the forest.>>

Te cin sarade bat te kurshise, jii dral pak,

<<The white flowers on the trees, now glowing silver>>

Te senaare laararir bah solus ashi, val laararir bah te me’suum’ika

<<The birds sing to each other, they sing to the moon >>

Val laararir bah te me’suum’ika...

<<they sing to the moon>>

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If you use this in something like a fic or something, please credit and tag me! I'd love to read it! <3

Also- I'll edit in a recording of me singing this later for the tune. Right now I can't do that, but I'll do it later :)

etymology of weapons in mando’a

this is all speculative, but i’ve been teasing apart the different etymologies for mandalorian weapons in hopes of being able to come up with new words for other weapons (like bow, which has no equivalent in mando’a).

beskad - a slightly curved sword of mandalorian iron. bes is likely derived from beskar, and -kad means sword or saber. 

tracy’uur - a blaster. tracy is derived from tracyn, or the word for fire (both the burning kind and the shooting kind). uur is more of a mystery. uur by itself means silence, so perhaps blasters are associated with firing more quietly than the slugthrowers that proceeded them. 

bes’bev - mandalorian wind instrument also used for combat: a large metal flute with a sharpened, cut-off end. bes could again come from beskar considering the weapon is metallic, but it could also be derived from the word for music, bes’laar. bev could come from either bev, the word for needle or spike, or bevik, the word for stick (which itself is probably derived from bev, but whatever).

beviin - mandoa.org lists the definition as “lance”, but i’d wager it’s better translated as “spear”, considering that irl lances were a specialized type of spear developed millennia after the invention of the spear. bev comes from bev, which we’ve established means needle or spike. -viin could derive from iviin meaning speed, or viinir meaning run, both because of the speed that is required to stab with a spear.

kal  - it’s defined as “blade”, but i posit a better equivalent would be either “dagger or knife”, considering the existence of the mandalorian kal dagger. kal is one letter off from kad (sword or saber), but i’d argue that kal came first because irl we invented knives before swords, so it makes sense for the taungs to have done the same.

jetii’kad - lightsaber. this one is easy because it’s a compound word - jetii means jedi and kad means saber.

kad’au - an alternate word for lightsaber. it’s another compound word with kad meaning saber, but au is a little harder to suss out the origin. the only other word that uses au as a suffix is gaan’au, meaning laser pointer (sidenote: no i have no idea why kt thought this was an important word to have in her conlang). considering a lightsaber is also a laser and we can rule out gaan as meaning laser (it means hand), i feel confident that au means laser, so kad’au literally translates as “laser sword” (another sidenote: this is hilarious and i also now have a mental image of obi-wan using his lightsaber like a laser pointer in a council meeting)

besbe'trayc - weapons. this is a compound word constructed from the word besbe meaning kit, and trayc, which is derived from tracyn, meaning fire.

be’senaar - defined as “missile”, though i think it could also be a word for projectiles of any variety, including arrows. senaar means bird and be’ is a possessive, so projectiles are literally said to belong to the birds, likely because they’re launched through their domain.

tracyaat - artillery. tracy comes from tracyn aka fire, which we’ve seen before. -aat shows up in several other words in mando’a, but i’d argue the most logical meaning is related to the word trat’ade, meaning force. that would make the literal meaning of tracyaat fire-force.

marev - fist. this is the one that gave me the most grief. the closest related word i could find was marekar, meaning navigation. it’s possible to navigate using your hand and a knowledge of the stars, so the best i could come up with is that mare meant hand in some proto-mando language, and rev, which shows up nowhere else in the entire lexicon, is a root that implies that the hand is clenched

shuk’orok - crushgaunt. shuk derives from shukalar, to crush, and -orok is derived from kom’rk, meaning gauntlet. kom’rk and -orok look different, but they have a similar pronunciation of kohm-or-rohk and -oh-rok respectively.