I like to think that while almost all Zabraks receive their facial markings as pre-teens in a rite of passage, as canon dictates, they add others throughout their lives. Like they’re earning their stripes over the years, slowly covering their body with more and more patterns. And that makes me think of so many possibilities:
- Mandalorian Zabraks whose bodies are covered with art from both their cultures - the geometric Zabrak patterns woven through with Mandalorian heraldry, short phrases in Mando’a, silhouettes of beasts they’ve hunted and slain.
- Zabrak Jedi, waiting until they’re Padawans before they get their facial tattoos, and then adding more for the other great achievements of their lives - when they’re knighted, when they take on their first Padawan, when they become a Master, so they can never forget what a responsibility they’re taking on, it’s written on their bodies.
- Zabrak Sith whose tattoos are traditional Zabrak patterns but in Sith inks, so that their skin is marked in crimson and purple that gives off a metallic sheen when light falls on it, so that when they’re in combat and the lightsabres are flashing they look utterly ethereal.
- Zabrak smugglers who turn up in the tattoo parlours every few years, all wit and charm and laughter, but who describe the new designs they want with complete seriousness, because there are some traditions that never stop having meaning, though you’ve left everything to live among the stars.
- Zabraks who add new markings when they get married, when they have children, when they lose someone, until they’re elders with no room left on their skin. Who’ll sit down with friends and family and discuss the meaning of each tattoo by a fire, who’ll lie beside their lovers of so many decades and trace each other’s markings, celebrating all this beautiful proof that they’ve lived.
Just… Zabrak tattoos. That is all.
No one will ever be able to fix me the way Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler can