psssst water ur thoughts about being adopted into mando culture bc like i need a way for davi to be adopted but like i doubt they have any parental figures to speak of??????
ADOPTION IS ONE OF MY FAVE TOPICS !!!
There’s so much potential there for anyone to find acceptance—and the healing power of having a society built on validating autonomy, on cutting off ties of abuse while simultaneously vindicating found families. Genuinely, not superficially like it’s done in our society today.
To mandalorians, there is no “biological vs adopted” comparison. There are no questions of “but do they really love me” or “would they drop me over their bio [family member of equal standing]” — the answer is they are all, truly, equal. Adoption is not even remotely less legitimate.
And luckily, for mandalorians and would-be mandalorians, adoption isn’t always about parent-to-child figures, though that’s obviously the most focused on and most developed.
So, first, the adoption vow that’s the most easily accessible:
Ni kyr'tayl gai sa’ad — I know [your] name as [my] child.
Literally translated, it’s more like “I hold in my heart [your] name as [my] child.” And then the person’s name is recited, either before the vow or after, it doesn’t matter — but the name must be said aloud.
“Boss. Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad.” Boss, I hold in my heart your name as my child. “Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’buir, Yain.” I hold in my heart you name as my mother, Yain.
There are other ways to adopt, other vows and so on, but this is, like I said, the easiest accessible phrase if you look on the mandoa dictionary or wiki.
The words for “your” and “my” are inferred, not actually present there. Also keep in mind that that vow is considered legally binding. There’s a long discussion on whether “kyr’tayl” is a misspelling of “kar’tayl” or intentional, but I think we can leave that for another post (I argued intentional but that’s a long explanation).
Here’s the thing: just like children can divorce abusive parents, children can also adopt parents, too. People, in general, can adopt other people as different members of their family — so long as everyone involved is fully informed and able to consent and expressed consent to be adopted.
So, let’s say … Davi does not really have any parental figure to speak of. What about mando siblings?
Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’vod. — I know your name as my sibling.
Adoptions aren’t restricted to parent-child, and tbh I can imagine aunt/uncle-niece/nephew bond, or even grandparent-grandchild, and so on. Cousin-cousin are still, generally, regarded as sibling-sibling unless context calls for it.
“Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’vod, Demala.” I know your name as my sister, Demala. “Fixer, ni kyr’tayl gai sa’vod.” Fixer, I know your name as my brother.
I think you get the drift.
aunt/uncle: ba’vodu — niece/nephew: vu’ad(approx, since there’s no word)
grandparent: ba’buir — grandchild: bu’ad
Cousin would still be vod.
Other phrases related to adoption vows:
gai bal manda — name and soul
kir’manir — adopt, give a soul
“Davi, ni kir’mani gai bal manda.” Davi, I give to you name and soul.
One could conceivably adopt another person as mandalorian without tying them into family, clan, or house, though this is a lot less common — especially when mandalorians, as a society, are very much community-oriented.
In my opinion, the way mandalorians see soul (since it comes up often when it comes to adoption) … it’s not necessarily that those who aren’t mandalorian don’t have souls (though some extremists and xenophobic mandalorians do absolutely act and think this way, don’t get me wrong), but rather that non-mandalorians, outsiders, do not share the “mandalorian soul,” which is an altogether entirely different concept. So to adopt someone into the culture is to figuratively adopt their soul as mandalorian.
IMO this makes in-universe cultural appropriation difficult / next to impossible lmao but anyway
But I digress, that’s another discussion for another time.
Bear in mind, also, that marriage does not necessarily make someone mando, either. I’ve seen marriages that take it for granted, as if marriage requires an implicit consent to conversion, and I’m going to say it right now: it does not. Non-mandalorians can marry mandalorians and nothave to “become” mandalorian, and it may be … difficult, but it’s not impossible, depending on the views of the family / clan / house.
Not that I’m suggesting Davi marry, lmao. I’m just … putting that out there, in the event that was a question that might come up.
The Further I Pull Away the Closer I End Up to You
My fic for the Shiro Big Bang ( @voltronbigbang ) ~ ! ! ! :D I’m so glad to finally post it ~ ! <3
I’ve worked so hard for such a long time on this story and it was such a pleasure to work side by side with my two lovely artists on this project, Yaine & CyCyChang; you can find their beautiful artwork for the story here and here respectively ~ <3 Be sure to show them lots of love because they definitely deserve it~! ;D
Summary: When Shiro wakes up to find himself in the clutches of unfamiliarity and hopelessness, his thoughts cannot help but stray to Keith and the warmth his loved one once provided him; a warmth that Shiro has long since been aching for from the moment of his departure for the Kerberos Mission. As he begins to realize the dispiriting permanence of his new situation, his memories take him back to a time when pure happiness was more than just a hope.
Now, despite all the torment that Shiro has no other choice but to undergo, his vow to Keith alone is what provides a single light in the darkness that constantly surrounds him, becoming the one and only thing pushing him to survive as it keeps him from relinquishing his faith that he will find a way back home to the one person he loves.
His voice choked out of his throat in a weak gasp as he reached out for the comforting warmth he had felt only moments ago, but as his hand landed he felt nothing but cold, hard, metal; the emptiness and unnaturalness of the surface both confusing and… scaring him…
Desperation flared within him with an ache as he tried to open his eyes and search for Keith, but the light merely blazed brighter, burning into his retinas and engraving a series of painful afterimages into his memory that lingered long after he’d shut his eyes from the discomfort.
Everything was beginning to feel too overwhelming; he could feel his heart thudding rapidly in his chest, the scenery of the dream that enveloped him bleeding into reality like the blurring of two very different lines while dismay settled in the pit of his stomach….