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a resource page for all your clone related needs
some tips on how to unwhitewash the clones in your content: 1 2 3
avoid racist, ableist, & otherwise negative stereotypes when writing about wrecker: 1 2
types of clone troopers
trooper weapons
technical sw terms
every canon named clone up until 2020 (images and names only)
ever canon named clone up until 2021 (images, names, battalions, & jedi officers)
every canon named clone up until 2023 (names and battalions only, no images)
assorted clone lore: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
reader inclusivity (has fic resources + poc moodboard images)
some links + videos about māori culture you might find useful if it's relevant to your works: 1 2
disability inclusivity
māori, mando'a, and huttese dictionaries
star wars and clone specific fic dividers: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
some things to keep in mind as we're celebrating characters played by and modeled after a māori man:
you can find the full pdf these are sourced from + more information on the subject here
if you're like me and you want to see some māori films that have māori cast members from the star wars universe, here's a list with free watch links where available:
tem's māori-focused films: once were warriors, what becomes of the broken hearted?, river queen, rain of the children, mahana/the patriarch (i'm also fond of a tv show he did called adventurer)
whale rider (keisha castle-hughes, aka queen apailana & emerie karr)
hunt for the wilderpeople (julian dennison, aka clone cadets deke & stak in tbb s3)
Y’all I think I’m actually gonna write this bitch
“There are days Bo, where I cannot sleep, where I cannot breathe because everyone who I ever cared for is gone,” Ursa said. She took a shuddering breath before continuing, “Tristan and Alrich were in Keldabe when the Night happened. The last thing I remember before my family’s stronghold collapsed around me was desperately trying to hail them on the comms. Just to hear their voices one last time.”
“I’m sorry”, Bo said. And she was. The Purge was her greatest failure. War had come to Mandalore, a war she invited, and she’d been caught with her kute down. How many mando’ade had looked to the skies in fear and wondered where their leader was? How many had stared down the barrel of a droid’s blaster and cursed her name? Bo didn’t know. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Ursa scoffed. “Don’t apologize. I followed you into war. I dragged my whole clan after you into war. The fault for what happened to my people rests with me and me alone. Just don’t ask me to help you claim the title of Mand’alor again.”
A dry chuckle ripped itself from Bo’s throat. “Believe me, it’s been made readily apparent that I am not fit to rule. I can handle combat, I can handle strategy meetings and organizing patrols, but may the Ka’ra help us if I’m our last hope for a bunch of dying worlds dependent upon dying moons for food.” She had never been built for the administrative aspects of ruling. More than once she’d grown so frustrated with reports on crop schedules or interdome commerce that she’d chucked the offending datapad at her poor nephew before heading to the training yard to hack things to pieces.
And oh, wasn’t that just a punch to her gut. Her nephew, another casualty of the damned Purge. He had run headfirst into the smoke and fire to save as many of their people as he could. A good kid, one who’d died far too soon.
“To be fair,” her old friend began. “We didn’t proclaim you our leader because of your administrative skills. We did it because you were our only option who wasn’t an outsider, Imperial puppet, or sadist.”
More muslim Y/N headcanons..
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Luke : so you doesnt eat for a whole 15 hours!?!?
Leia : what about drink?
Y/N : nope
-> 5 mins later
Han, sneakily gives you water and food : just eat, i won't tell god.
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Y/N, praying peacefully on rasor crest : ~
Din, sit beside you and start to ask your opinion : what do you think?
Y/N : *still praying, hopeing he will understand
Din : hello? Are you deaf?
Y/N 0,5 sec later : *preceeds to smack din with sajadah nonstop
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Y/N : *praying as usual
Young anakin : *Climbs on top of your head bc he's bored on the ship
Y/N : when can i get up from my rukuk (bow)...
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Boba : so you cant married with a non.. Muslam men?
Fem!Y/N : muslim. And yes, if im a boy i could marry a non muslim women-
Fennecc : how about marrying men?
Fem!Y/N : thats prohibited, its against the rule-
Fennecc : *slams on the table* YOU CANT BE GAY?
Fem!Y/N : YOU LITERALLY LET A MAN USING A TIN CAN SLIDE LIKE THAT BUT YOU CANT UNDERSTAND ME THAT I CANT BEING GAY? THATS RELIGION SHAMING-
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Ahsoka : *eats pork* you want one?
Y/N : no pork is prohibited in my-
Ahsoke : *spits it out* WAIT YOU CANT BE A JEDI IF YOU EAT PORK?
Y/N : IM NOT EVEN FINISH TALKING AHSOKA
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