#and her gay little padawan too

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my one regret of 2023 is that I didn’t talk about Ahsoka enough btw!! I love Ahsoka Tano!!!!! I am just so proud of her!! you’re doing amazing sweetie!!!!!

#i love her #and her gay little padawan too #everyone in that show was gay #I love gay people! #she is to me what little sisters are to normal people #holy fuck the show was so good #I’m sorry I was not tumblr-ing for the episode releases like I should’ve been #you’d think I wouldn’t have shut up about it #and if you knew me in person you’d know I didn’t #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #ahsoka show #star wars #corus can ramble

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I’m on a Star Wars books roll so here we go with my — unhinged thanks for asking! — thoughts on Dooku: Jedi Lost, specifically the audio play. Short version: I fucking loved this one! For maximum emotional devastation, pair with Master and Apprentice and Padawan the way my stupid ass did and then be sad about it forever I guess that's what I’m going to have to do.

 Long (LONG oopsie) version:

- So. First of all, let’s get the most important thing out of the way on this here old man yaoi website. We all agree dooku and sifo dyas explored each other’s bodies right. Or at least definitely would have if not for the laws of this order etc., potentially. That’s not just me. Good. Thank you. We can now move on 

- Secondly. Well. Guess I’m just going to be inconsolable about Sifo-Dyas forever now. I miss the days in which he was just a throwaway line in AotC spawned by a random misspelling to me, rather than an eternal raw aching wound in my heart

- poor poor ventress just reading through all the proof that dooku absolutely does have it in him to be a good dad I mean master and just — idk got tired of that and went the force lightning route with her. I love the move of having her dead master hang out with her all that time as well (having her slip up and refer to ‘us’ did something to me, god this is so sad. Is he actually there in spirit or is it just her grief dreaming him up because dooku is awful and cold as a cliff  wall and she needs some kind of attachment figure even if she’ll have to reinvent him herself, rebuild him word for word, gesture by gesture. Pain. sorry about your terrible track record with father figures asajj) 

- Lene: (About Averross): He hasn’t changed. 

Dooku: (In the warmest fondest voice you ever heard) And I hope he never does

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MYSELF? MUST I SET MYSELF ON FIRE TO ESCAPE THE PAIN???

Another strong showing for Rael in general, btw. He’s so warm and charming as a presence even though he’s also a little chaos gremlin. (He’s quite similar to how Sifo-Dyas was when he was young in some ways, I can definitely start to see what Dooku responds warmly to in terms of character traits.) 

- the fact that good ol’ sheev showed an interest in rael, dooku and anakin… interesting huh! He’s just got a soft spot for the disaster lineage I suppose, maybe there’s an element there of luring yoda’s most direct lineage into the dirt with him without yoda even noticing for the longest time. Also cackling at the idea that he looked at qui-gon ‘too fucking stubborn and insufferable to fall to the dark side out of sheer spite’ jinn and went ‘...not that one tho’ fhdskjfa. And obi-wan is more like ‘that one blorbo all my little guys seem wild about but I just don’t get it guys’ 

IF rael’s refusal to join dooku at the end of ‘master and apprentice’ is the last word (which I am not convinced of ;___; be safe cowboy jedi we never see in mainline canon so far), then he’s the only one who has dodged palpatine’s attentions. Wonderful if true love that for him

ALSO rael is one of the few people we know to be on (or at least to consider himself on despite what palps might think lol) first name basis with palpatine. Hilarious. I concur with dooku never change rael 

- Sifo-Dyas: That’s insane. 

Dooku, deadpan: Yes.

Sifo-Dyas: The worst plan I’ve ever heard.

Dooku, somehow even more deadpan: Most probably. 

Sifo-Dyas: I’m in. 

Crying… weeping and dying………… what if someone could have helped sifo with his unfortunate prophecy propensity and they hadn’t drifted apart. Clone Wars averted methinks if dooku still ended up leaving the order he would have been too busy having tender gay sex with the love of his life (and only person who can call him out on his shit and have him actually listen) to be a war criminal (I am being extremely facetious of course this is very much a ‘time traveler killing baby hitler’ situation where the underlying forces causing this point in history are way too powerful to avert the catastrophe in one move. but at least palps would probably have had to pick someone else to wreck the galaxy through and sifo-dyas would be kissed & held instead of going slowly mad. A net plus some (I, me) would say) 

- I just wanted to applaud both the writing and the voice acting for the characterization of Dooku in this, from his young self trying so hard to be haughty and self-possessed but also being like, y’know, twelve and a dweeb and easy for Sifo-Dyas to pull into trouble, to the dry wit and warmth he shows with Rael and Qui-Gon or his sister later. It took me a little while to get into the voice acting specifically (the actor makes no attempt at going the full Christopher Lee, which in hindsight was probably wise), but now I love it. It gets a bit goofy in places but you know what, I am a long time lover of audio plays, that’s part of the charm 

- “Master, have I done something wrong?”

My heart is clenching… do you think… that master yoda’s deal with leaving his student to try fucking everything to have some kind of relationship with him until he just breaks down in tears of despair… is the kind of thing that maybe started a little bit of a generational trauma cartwheel through the ages. The point that bb!dooku is arrogant isn’t without merit and he strikes out incredibly ungracefully about it (in fact I would be a lot more worried than yoda seems to be that he decides to try to kill a tree about it, ‘I felt like destroying something beautiful’-style)  but I just don’t think a… fourteen year old? A teen anyway, Is going to learn what you think he learns from this. I simply don’t believe that silent treatmenting kids will teach them emotional intelligence I guess especially if they already struggle with that naturally lol 

(It is exactly the same mistake (in my opinion) that Qui-Gon makes with Obi-Wan, too, just leaving the kid completely alone and forcing them to come to you every which way for comfort or guidance instead of meeting them or reaching out to them. Especially once you see that really Dooku’s prime emotion/big core wound right from the beginning is loneliness. And that doesn’t only come from a feeling of superiority (which to be sure is also a big factor), because he has no idea where he comes from until he meets his sister. I don’t think the jedi as a whole were unsalvageable by any stretch of the imagination, but Yoda specifically… you are on such very thin ice with me at this point you little green fuck. You’re very funny and moving in yoda dark rendezvous and that’s all that’s keeping you in my somewhat good graces.)

- Okay, coming back a bit later I think I’ve found the right words to say this. more precisely dooku has two big issues which you can later see haunting all the way down his lineage — loneliness and control. (and not incidentally the intersecting elements of the two haha.) We see from his relationship to sifo-dyas that he’s not incapable of having close mutual relationships with an equal, but that kind of crashed and burned for reasons neither of them could really help and after that it seems quite telling that he has the easiest time with deeper connection in a teacher-student sort of form. I think his affection is unconditional and real, but you can’t get away from the fact that he also has the most control in that relationship structure by default, he gets to dictate what form it takes to a big extent. He doesn’t trust other people — the underlying idea ‘Only I can do this’ that eventually leads him down the Separatist path is there the whole way. It speaks both to a sense of superiority and an utter lack of faith that other people can or will help him. And then that echoes down through the master-padawan line: 

Qui-Gon with his self-righteousness and utter refusal to compromise leaving him isolated among the jedi (only he is right. Yeah the Force told him so. Don’t worry I’ve got a permit *insert parks and rec I can do whatever I want meme here*), Obi-Wan with his anxiety and perfectionism and incredible sense of shame and responsibility that he should be able to carry the whole world on his shoulders alone and beating himself up for failing, all feeding into not knowing what to do with Anakin and his complete lack of control of himself and his desperation to gain and maintain connection and love (which earns him the title of ‘Dooku’s least favorite family member’ fhdsa his immediate disdain for him is so funny and so in character. Repress and go slowly mad like a normal person anakin the way you’re carrying on is just undignified and that is much worse than being evil)… 

- Rael gently telling Dooku to take on another padawan soon… so sweet, so sad, local cowboy jedi looking out for his dad. Also highlights something about Dooku I think is true: that he does much better and seems to have an easier time holding to the light when he’s responsible for someone else. Again, I do feel like Dooku’s core problem is loneliness, but it seems like raising kids is the one point where that relaxes somewhat. Maybe if Sifo-Dyas had stayed in a better mental place and they kept in touch it could have been different.

- Lene Kostana is SUCH a character! Charismatic and deeply fucked up, when it’s revealed how her and Sifo-Dyas’ relationship remains long after his padawan stage is done I felt a little bit sick, to my surprise. Because that could just be kindness on her part, of course, it’s good that he has someone he trusts to look after him when he can’t himself, but also there’s something… queasy about the way it keeps him continually young, in a way. (Notably he still calls her ‘master’ even as an adult, when they’re working together. Not uncommon in Star Wars, of course, but together with everything else going on vibes-wise… hm.) The inherent unreliable narration of this story really worked for me in this regard especially — do we know that young Dooku was entirely wrong when he sensed the dark side in her? She certainly is willing to go to lengths that are… worrying! in her fascination with sith shit, she tempted children into a dangerous place they didn’t understand and couldn’t know the consequences of and she continually puts sifo-dyas in situations that are implied to be a risk to worsening his condition. Run of the mill incredibly irresponsible at best, sincerely sinister at worst. Did she choose Sifo over Dooku because he’s more vulnerable and shapeable? There is an undercurrent of something icky and emotionally incest-y going on with how she relates to Dooku and Sifo-Dyas in general (right down to the ‘NO, no one can know about this’ intensity after the… evil moss cave. I can’t believe I’m this emotional about a book with an evil moss cave). I don’t think she’s a proper sith in any way and I also believe there is real affection there on all sides, but idk something about the whole thing makes me deeply uneasy. Yoda where the fuck are you your son is out there with his irresponsible mom again they’re looking for dirty needles in haystacks and they’re not even wearing any gloves

- dooku telling sifo-dyas he can come back to haunt him if he likes as a joke… well well well I’m sure that doesn’t ring with some dramatic irony at some point down the line lmao

- honestly looking back at master and apprentice after reading jedi lost makes qui-gon's apparent lack of reaction to dooku leaving seem — let's call it highly suspect haha. rael asks him if he's spoken to dooku after and qui-gon is like 'no. why would I. it's literally fine. anyway this topic is done now'. (and rael seems to just go ‘*older brotherly knowing* uh-huh’) meanwhile he's thinking about dooku *all the time* trying to figure out his role as master to obi-wan, thinking about being a padawan himself, the parts of his life he shared with both dooku and rael. The jedi doth protest too much methinks  

ALSO how much of qui-gon thinking the council was too lenient with rael after he had to kill his padawan is about that actual situation, and how much is a ‘our family still likes my older brother more than me even though he Fucked Up so bad and breaks just as many rules as I do’ sort of deal mixed with his own neuroses about how he’s failing obi-wan (to which rael’s situation symbolizes the worst possible outcome, i.e. the kid dies and it’s basically your fault). Many thoughts. 

- moment of silence for jenza of house serenno. Girl your only sin was being surrounded by asshole male family members and I’m so sorry I think you did all you could with what you had to work with here.

Not… entirely sure how dooku’s claim to the title supersedes hers — is he a year older than her? (she’s eleven when they first meet, he might be twelve or older at that point I don’t remember haha) Does she just give up her place in the inheritance order? Are primogeniture and male heir preference factors in Serenno inheritance law? Not the most important thing honestly it works anyway thematically but could have been clarified quickly!

- interesting to see that the council’s restrictive policy against engaging with prophecies had a surprisingly big impact on how things went down. Kostana has a lot of responsibility in Sifo’s fate for insisting he keep it secret, but there is genuine fear for what might become of him if the rest of the order finds out he’s got 24/7 futurevision hovering over him threateningly… listen it’s not like the poor guy can help getting the future constantly pumped into his brain at nightmare resolutions, I think maybe if there had been more willingness to at least engage curiously with the concept of prophecy and how it works, even if you don’t put your faith in the particulars of what the prophecies say, this wouldn’t have had to be such a shitty isolated secretive life for him. hearing him slowly fall apart over the years considering how bright and lovely he started out... oof is all I can say 

- when dooku was a good jedi he was such a good jedi!!! The scene where they’re saving the kids from the collapsing hospital, every time he teaches his students anything…the impulse of someone has to do something about this! that made him so good at saving lives turning dark with the tarnish of frustration and rage over the years… nooooooooo problematic grandpa why did it have to be like this :(

- …do you think infant jedi can sense what’s going on around them in the Force. Because it makes a very sad kind of sense if dooku on some level remembers bodily or in the Force that he was not only abandoned but rejected in disgust as one of the first things he discovered in the world. Oh boy. With all the ways attachment relationships can go wonky in the first few years in real life I don’t even want to consider how much more wrong it can go when the baby is fucking psychic lol

- vaguely related: the way dooku seems to find the very idea of being truly reliant on anyone, emotionally or otherwise, personally offensive, terrifying and humiliating lol. Yoda saves him from being crushed by rubble and he is outraged because that means he can’t save himself (and his newfound sister) without anyone’s help like he thought for one glorious moment he could. The fantasy of perfect emotional self-sufficiency, doing away with all the messiness and risk of interpersonal relationships and cutting off the possibility of really being abandoned again. It’ll get ya every time. This is also a thing you see reflected in his lineage — they’re all quite inward-turning that way until you get to anakin, to different extents and with varying presentations but it is there I think. Qui-Gon turns to the Force, Obi-Wan to perfectionism and shame and rumination, Rael to the bottle and depression and hedonistic apathy, but they all struggle hugely with letting anyone in to help them. Dooku’s line are all much more comfortable being the helpers rather than the helpees, as it were.  

- “Thank you for everything, Lene. Tell Rael and Qui-Gon — tell them… tell them the Force will be with them, always”

Emotional terrorism against me specifically and personally. You asshole you just excused yourself from the non-attachment rules there’s literally nothing in the world except you to stop you from reaching out and telling your children you love them yOURSELF why are you like this

- the recurring theme of dooku seeing something beautiful (the tree in the temple, the tirra’taka as a child and an adult) and ending up lashing out to destroy it… but the tree was old and mighty and he was young and new and couldn’t truly harm it, so he was saved from his own impulsivity. And then when he sees the tirra’taka as an adult he loves it immediately. And in the end he still mangles and destroys it. He didn’t mean to, but he did. He woke it up and hurt it just by existing as a child and then he had to kill it as a mercy because he was too powerful at that point for anything to buffer his mistakes. The parallel with the bird he loved that he also couldn’t protect. He starts out with an aching loneliness somewhere at the core of him through no real fault of his own but by the end it is entirely his own fault that it’s worse, because he starts wrecking everything he loves in an almost absent-minded but definitely intentional way, like it’s a nightmare he’s listening to through the door as it happens in the next room over. He really IS the ‘I just felt like destroying something beautiful’ central of the jedi.

at the end qui-gon is dead and through dooku’s own influence, however indirectly. Rael has had to turn away from him. Sifo-Dyas is dead on Dooku’s own orders and so is his sister, he might as well have done it with his own hands. (though I think it’s very interesting that in each case he didn’t do it with his own hands, he consistently uses a middleman.) He lives within the coldness of his sterile empty castle and horrifically mistreats the one person he might have found something like connection with the way he did with his students before (Ventress), deliberately trapping her in a similar state of utter desolate isolation and telling her, essentially, ‘We’re like this as people and nothing can be done to change it. We can’t escape, we’re already doomed, stop trying, it’s too late. You are just like me (and if you aren't already I'll make you like me)’. And that’s the closest thing he gets to love anymore. When he accused Ky of using her ‘as a salve for his own loneliness’ and you’re like well well well mr projection man how’s that working out for you. He is completely, shatteringly alone and he is so entirely as a consequence of his own actions and he's too far gone to understand or care. I’m howling you useless fucking FOOL dooku  

- dooku 🤝 john gaius

“Hm. I have observed that there are in fact many flaws in our society and the government is deeply corrupt. So if I kill a few billion people here and there in order to fix it, is that not basically okay when you really think about it” 

Dooku making salient points about the political and ethical failures of the Republic and then, just when you think he’s onto something, he goes and makes The wildest fucking decisions about what to do about it. Sure. dark magic and genocide are probably the only ways out of this you’re so right bro. If we make enough minuses to add together surely we’ll end up in plus sooner or later

- *head in my hands once more* I can’t believe I am genuinely emotionally invested in someone called Count Dooku with the looks of a knockoff dracula and ultimate moral character to match right now this is terrible. hey. hey dooks. what you have to go and fuck everything up so bad for huh I’m so incredibly sad now

there is something to be said about how getting to see glimpses of what dooku looked like in the light makes it so much more heartwrenching that he never came back. he could have, a thousand times. and every time he chose not to.

#star wars #dooku jedi lost #count dooku #sifo dyas #dooku x sifo dyas #disaster lineage #lene kostana #star wars meta #rael averross #qui gon jinn #I'm being peak on my bullshit in this one. you're welcome and/or I'm sorry as appropriate

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 9: Run, Ahsoka Tano

Song link

Fanfic, fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 2390

Tw: THE LESBIANS HATH RETURNED. Not proofread. Mutual pining. References/descriptions of slight injuries. Mentions of battles and order 66.

Summary: You and Ahsoka have known each other for years, and both of you knew that there was something existing between the two of you. Something that could not quite work for a padawan, or as anyone from the Jedi order. It isn’t until order 66 happens that you finally decide to run off with her.

“Give me the keys, I'll bring the car back around We shouldn't be in this town.”

You were only fourteen when you two met. For her, it had been a rescue mission. For you, it had been your final moments at the place you once called home. She had just become a padawan, and was following her master around constantly. You were seated in the freighter the entire time, doing your best to ignore the blaster shots going off on the background.

Your whole town was transported to Coruscant shortly after. The place offered a safe place to stay, and food after the shock. The togruta had been seated beside you the entire flight. Perhaps because you had been closest in age, or perhaps because you seemed to need comfort. But whatever it is she did, it brought you comfort.

“And my so-called friends,  they don't know I'd drive away before I let you go So give me a reason and don't say no.”

You were fifteen when you considered her to be a close friend of yours. Your family had decided tos gay in Coruscant, claiming it had been a good climate for them to find work, and for you to come of age properly.

Your school was not far from the Jedi temple, and Ahsoka had snuck out countless times to wait for you. You’d share a walk home, talking about anything and everything.

She would rant to you about her training, and about the things you’ve seen, while you tried to tell her a bit about your own life. And though you once considered it to be dull compared to hers, you found she enjoyed listening to your stories more than telling her own.

“There's a chain 'round your throat,  piece of paper where I wrote "I'll wait for you".”

You were sixteen when she walked away from the Jedi order. She had run to your home first, finding a place to stay in, even if it only was for a short time. You had laid out an extra mattress for her in your room.

She hadn’t slept that night. Nor would she nights after that. She’d fall asleep for a short amount of minutes, but not enough for her to get that rest she so desperately needed. 

When she had decided to leave Coruscant, you were left with no choice but to leave her. You were too young to go with her, and you were not nearly as skilled of a fighter as she was.

She wouldn’t show up at your door for a year after that.

“There's a key on the chain,  there's a picture in a frame Take it with you.”

She was seventeen when she returned. No cheer or glee on her face: Sheer panic. Beside her stood a trooper, bruised and beaten, but there. She had taken you and the remainder of your household to a planet far off the radar. On your way there, she had told you about everything that happened with the Jedi order, and the fall of it. The rise of the Empire.

She spoke about her battle with Maul, the loss of Anakin, and the fight against the clones. It had now come to your understanding that the clone travelling with you had been Rex. Ahsoka had talked about him often; you had wished to meet him under other circumstances.

“And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run.”

After she had joined the rebellion, the two of you moved to Alderaan, where she could help rebuild hope. You were proud of her, you truly were. You were able to help in the infirmary. 

From there on, the friendship you had tried so hard to maintain through the years began to blossom into something else. Ahsoka had always strayed from the Jedi path just a little bit, but since the order had fallen, you had come to the realisation she had tried to be closer to you.

Short hugs turned into long holds and friendly looks turned into longing stares. After all that she had been through, there had been one rock for her. One person who perhaps knew her better than she knew herself. One person who she had told everything to her entire life.

It didn’t take long for her to realise she was completely, and utterly in love with you. And every little thing you did.

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

“Fulcrum?” You tested on your lips, squeezing your eyes together in confusion.

“You don’t like it?” Ahsoka asked, sitting cross legged across from you. Judging from your facial expressions, she formed her lips in a thin line. “You don’t like it.”

“No, I do!” You defended, holding your hands up in mercy. “It probably takes some time to get used to.”

A short laugh escaped you as you tried the name again. The woman in front of you shook her head, looking down at her feet.

“It’s supposed to hide my identity.” She justified. To that, you nodded in belief, standing up from your seat on the floor.

“That, it will do.”

“So you laugh like a child And I'll sing like no one cares No one to be, no one to tell.”

The togruta laughed in disbelief, following your movements. “That bad?”

“No,” you disapproved again, walking up to her as you placed your hands on her shoulders. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Good,” she hummed, leaning forward quickly to place a kiss on your nose. “Now, I think your break is over. Soldiers don’t heal themselves.”

“You’re hilarious.” You mocked, reaching for her hand and squeezing it once. She returned the gesture before parting from you. 

A short wave came from her as you ran through the halls, on your way back to the infirmary.

“I could see this view a hundred times Pale blue sky reflected in your eyes So give me a reason and don't say no, no.”

The room on Alderaan was often empty. Lots of soldiers set out on mercy missions, leaving their injuries to be treated on the ships. Most injuries came from training or stumbling downstairs. It wasn’t necessary or a difficult task, but you were grateful to do some good for the rebellion.

And it did something good back; the window in the room gave you a perfect view of the training room. And when Ahsoka hadn’t left the planet, it gave you all the right reasons to look out of that window.

Now, she had busied herself with a droid, deflecting shots with her new sabers, having yet to notice you. 

This was easy for her, you could tell. There was no more excitement in training or improving, because there was scarce competition. She did not like to admit it, but sometimes she would talk to you about it. At night. In bed. When all other conversations had left the window.

It was that fragile side of Ahsoka only you got to see from time to time. The sudden thought brought a frown upon your face, sadness taking over.

Trying to cheer yourself up, you knocked on the window, completely forgetting that it could cause distraction. 

“And the note from the locket,  you keep it in your pocket Since I gave it to you.”

At the sound, her head turned around immediately, seeing worry etched into your features only briefly. It turned into a smile quickly, followed by a wave, identical to the one you had offered before running off.

In return, Ahsoka sheathed one of the sabers, offering a wave back. The droid, however, had not picked up on the distraction. Shooting aimlessly, a loose blast hit her arm, causing her to drop the hilt of the saber.

A loud laugh escaped your mouth, hiding it behind your hand quickly. You knew Ahsoka never set her training on lethal mode. Training droids would not even allow those shots. It would leave a red mark. At most. 

But you had nothing better to do. And thus, you grabbed the med kit from the desk, running towards her through the door beside the large window.

“There's a heart on your sleeve I'll take it when I leave And hold it for you.”

Already holding up a cold patch, you ran up to her, that same smile still on your face.

“Heathen,” Ahsoka scolded, turning the droid off. “You did this on purpose.”

“I didn’t!” You dismissed, lifting her sleeve slightly to assess the wound. “Though, I won’t lie to you. It was funny to see.”

“Glad to see that my pain amuses you.”

“Pain?” You laughed, applying the patch. “From a training droid?”

A pinch on your biceps halted your laughter, a tiny curse slipping through your lips. Now it Ahsoka’s turn to chuckle, retrieving her hand.

“Pain?” She mocked, pulling her sleeve back down. The red skin underneath was slightly visible, poking out from under the bandage. You simply stared at it. Not in worry, or malcontent. No; In sudden nostalgia.

“And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go like they're trying to chase us Go where no one else is, run.”

“You should really get this looked at.” You complained as you and Ahsoka sat on your stairs, your fingers attending the wound on her shoulder.

“And tell my master that I got it while sneaking off with a secret friend?” She voiced in concern, holding the bandage in her arm as you worked on the stitches. “Attachment is-“

“Yes, yes,” you mumbled, knowing the words she kept repeating daily. “But I think lying is even worse.”

“They could come after you.” She reminded, to which you rolled your eyes.

“I cannot help being so loveable.” You tried to joke, snapping the cord gently. Ahsoka’s head turned to yours slightly, a serious look on her face.

“I’m not joking, Y/N. If they do find out, who knows what’ll happen to you? I get kicked out of the order, and you might-“

“We’re children,” you reminded sternly, working on the final stitch. “Even if they were to ever find out, they can’t blame us.”

The padawan only sighed, squeezing the white gauze in her hands. “My master might understand, but I can’t say the same for the other Jedi.”

“They won’t find out,” you reminded, retreating your hands from Ahsoka’s arm, looking at your work with slight pride.

“They won’t.”

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

You took the bandage from her hands, applying the lint gently. A silent hiss escaped the togruta momentarily. You would have preferred to work with bacta, but they only used that for the wars. Not for casual medical applications. At least, not back then.

“You could make work of this,” Ahsoka started, trying to distract herself. “We could use some good medics.”

“I don’t like the wars,” you pointed out. “I’d rather not get involved in them in any way.”

A short snicker escaped the padawan, and you swore, you could hear her words before she even voiced them: “You are friends with a Jedi.”

“Trainee.” You added, now pinning the bandage tightly, making sure it didn’t let go.

“Bully.”

“There's been this hole in my heart This thing was a shot in the dark Say you'll never let 'em tear us apart.”

Blinking twice, you let your eyes wander over her arm, ripping yourself from your thoughts. You never did see yourself serving as a medic. Let alone serve in something as big as the rebellion. You never did like the wars, making your relationship with Ahsoka somewhat ironic. But she didn’t enjoy them either. She did what she thought was best. And you had followed her without question.

“Are you okay?” She voiced, grabbing your hand firmly. Your eyes got adjusted back to the training room, your eyes finally meeting hers.

“Déjà vu,” you answered absentmindedly. “You get injured too often.”

“Only because I love it when you patch me up.”

Heat rushed to your face as you turned around flustered, refusing to let her see your face now. The togruta laughed at your state. In response, you walked away slowly, to which she followed quickly.

“No, come back here.”

“And I'll hold onto you while we run, Like you'd run from the law  Darling, let's run  Run from it all  We can go where our eyes can take us  Go where no one else is, run.”

A hand caught the back of your tunic, yanking you back quickly, but not enough to hurt you. Spinning around, you held your hands out in front of you, trying to maintain your balance.

Two arms now wrapped around your frame, pulling you into her hold. That comforting place suddenly forced the heat back down. Now there were these terrible butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach.

“You are adorable.” She hummed, resting her head atop of yours, her fingers tracing circles on your back.

That little tease was winning you over with one simple gesture. Curse her loving arms.

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

Melting in her embrace, you returned the hug, your head nestling into the crook of her neck.

“I hate you,” you mumbled.

“It’s so easy.” She remarked, a silent laugh rumbling through her chest. You couldn’t hear it, but you could feel it. She did this constantly. 

A sigh swept through you. Not one of exhaustion or disappointment, but one of contentment. One of these moments you were glad to live through. You were glad to have her at your side.

After everything the two of you had been through, the talks about running away, leaving everything behind. The conversations leading to nothing. And now you had her here. The circumstances weren’t the best, and you felt almost guilty for being happy in times like these. But she was there; as you always wanted her. Not as a acquaintance, not as a friend. As a partner. She was there.

You looked up briefly, placing a kiss on the bottom of her chin, before falling back in her embrace. A hum of appreciation came from your girlfriend in return.

Bad circumstances? Sure. But amazing results.

“And we’ll run.”

#november writings 2022 #tcw #the mandalorian #Ahsoka tano #rosario dawson #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka tano x reader #the clone wars #ashley eckstein #dave filoni

[legendscon]

Photo by Bekah Marie Photo

When Subtext Is Text, Musings On Ferus Olin

It's the end of Pride month, and Legends Con Executive Director Katherine is taking the opportunity to talk about one of her favorite characters (and most recent cosplays), Ferus Olin. Ferus is one of the canonically queer characters in the Star Wars Legends timeline; and is, in her humble opinion, one of the most interesting representations of a queer character within the Star Wars universe.

Ferus comes from the Jude Watson books, first appearing in her Jedi Quest series and later leading the series Last of the Jedi. He also appeared in the Rebel Force series as a supporting character. All three of these series are Scholastic chapter books, published between the years of 2001 and 2010. They are progressive for their time in many ways, but are ultimately also a product of their time in how Ferus as a queer character is defined on the page. The line between subtext and text can be debated, but we have author confirmation via Twitter that Ferus is gay and married to Roan Lands. Roan was referred to as Ferus's "partner" throughout the Last of the Jedi and Rebel Force series. With these books being written throughout the 2000s, that was the current terminology used for gay couples at the time- and marriage was not even a legal option within the United States.  

The term partner is really only the beginning of the signs we see in-text that Ferus and Roan are a couple. The most interesting of those to me is this passage from the first book in the Last of the Jedi series. Obi-Wan has just rescued Roan from Imperial prison after both Ferus and Roan were arrested for leading rebel activities and separated within the prison. As part of the misadventures that occurred with Obi-Wan and Ferus after that, they are forced to temporarily leave behind the planet Bellassa where Ferus had been living with Roan. While in space Ferus and Obi-Wan talk about how Ferus resigned from the Jedi Order (that’s another story entirely, I don’t want to get too off track here)

“It doesn’t matter,” Ferus said. “I walked away. It was the most difficult thing I ever had to do, but in a way I’m glad it happened.”

“You’re still a Jedi, Ferus.”

“No,” Ferus said slowly. “I’m not. I can never really be a Jedi again. Not just because I left the Order.” He looked back in the direction of Bellassa. “I have attachments.”

“Once there was something I wanted, something forbidden by the Jedi code,” Obi-Wan said. “Qui-Gon said something to me then. He said, maybe in a different galaxy things will change. The Jedi will change. Here is the change Ferus. And I think… in the new order, attachments will be a strength. Maybe this is how the galaxy will be saved. So yes, you are still a Jedi.”

Obi-Wan is referring to events of the Jedi Apprentice books, also by Jude Watson, where he entered a brief romance with one of his fellow Padawans, Siri Tachi. Obi-Wan and Siri decided to end their relationship due to the Jedi code, which led to that conversation with Qui-Gon. In the text this is Ferus saying that his relationship with Roan is outside the bounds of the Jedi code, and Obi-Wan draws a parallel to a romantic relationship of his own. I personally would call this plain text rather than subtext based on both the context in-universe and the context that this was written in 2005.

Throughout the story there are more signs that while subtle, Ferus and Roan’s relationship is romantic. It's the way they tease each other, care for each other, and little snippets about their life together-

Read more on our Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/post/When-Subtext-Is-Text-Musings-On-Ferus-Olin-K3K8MRUH1

#Ferus Olin #Jedi Quest #Last of the Jedi #Roan Lands #Jude Watson #Judy Blundell #Star Wars Pride #Expanded Universe #Star Wars Expanded Universe #Star Wars Legends #SWEU #Star Wars EU #SW Expanded Universe #LegendsCon #Star Wars Books

[ooops-i-arted]

It's the last day of June but I have one more post in me for @jedijune but it's a little different. The goal of Jedi June is to appreciate the Jedi, but this time I'm appreciating them in a more meta sense.

I saw Attack of the Clones in 2002 as a wee lil preteen and as soon as I laid eyes on the Jedi, I instantly wanted to be one. I wanted a cool lightsaber and space adventures like many a kid, of course. But I was also hitting those awkward teenage years and all that comes with it and I had no words for it, but I knew I was experiencing it different than my peers. I only heard "gay/queer" as an insult or an opportunity to be bullied or even murdered. I wouldn't hear "asexual" until after college. But I knew that more than anything I wanted to imagine being a Jedi because then I would never have to get married. (Also: they had girls. My sister and I watched the AotC VHS over and over and over again and memorized every single frame that had Aayla and Shaak Ti and Bultar Swan and Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee. Even though you had to be a thin, pretty girl, girls still got to be Jedi.)

And on top of all of that, I was supposed to be too old for toys but I still wanted to make stories. So I took my happy ass and my allowance money to Borders and bought this:

This, here, is Baby's First Fanfiction and Fanart. I wouldn't fall in love with LotR until January 2003. So this is where I got my start as a writer and artist of characters. (I drew all the time since I could hold a pencil, but mostly dinosaurs and animals.) I loved writing and drawing before, but it was the Jedi that first catapulted me into what I've become as a fan artist and fanfic writer now.

So for fun I dug out Baby's First Jedi OCs and decided to draw them with twenty-one more years of art skills:

For a little background, 2002 Preteen Me had a Very Grand Plan of writing a novel, submitting it to Lucasfilm, and getting it published. It would be about Derran Kanis, My Most Wonderful Jedi OC and her life and her adventures, and the very last scene would be choosing her Padawan, whose final line would be "Yoda, my name is." (Preteen Me was confident that since we don't actually see Yoda in action this wouldn't break George Lucas' rule of not revealing Yoda's species or background. The focus would be all on My Wonderful Jedi OC anyway.)

A little Yoda is a lot easier to draw now after all the practice with Grogu! Should I call Favroni and tell them it was my idea first? XD

I was obsessed with the Jedi Apprentice series most of all, so of course there had to be more characters for them to get into Shenanigans with for both generations.

Leronna was Derran's friend, a wise and serious Jedi Master. Derran was the Qui-Gon of the relationship and more of a risk-taker, while Leronna was more solemn to balance her out.

Their other friend was Mukdon, because I thought a Hutt Jedi would be really cool and unique. To contrast Hutt stereotypes, he was rather un-confident and a worrywart.

Of course Yoda needed a friend to get into trouble with, so he had Leronna's Padawan Te-Mon Zeyon. Te-Mon was the serious and play it safe one to contrast Yoda being more reckless (I figured he couldn't be that wise and solemn yet but that cheerfully mischievous side had been there the whole time.) Now that I look at him, I think I accidentally designed a Light Side version of Kylo Ren's TFA outfit.

Last of all my redraws was Tama Ci, a posthumous character and Leronna's first Padawan. Losing her to an illness made Leronna reluctant to take another Padawan and contributed to Te-Mon being more cautious, since he didn't want to risk himself and force his Master to face another loss. I don't remember for sure but I strongly suspect her design was influenced by Aayla Secura, since she's my sister's favorite Jedi and we often tracked down any content or merch of her together.

No I will not post any of the fanfiction... it's baaaaaad. It was written by a preteen and it shows. (No offense to any of you in that age range - just that as an adult, I've learned a lot more since then.) But like favorite dolls you take off the shelf and play with now and then, all these characters hold a special place in my heart. Derran, as my first and most dearest - the core of my first grand plan for a long fic - is very special to me and my oldest "active" OC, now existing as a character in SWTOR.

The Jedi were escapism and a refuge for me as a kid, just like Din Djarin and his friends are for me now. So that's what I really appreciate most. That even as a preteen/teenager, in all those awkward years, I still had a place to mentally escape and pretend I was a badass space monk who never had to get married and could live in a cool building with a huge library.

#jedi june #finished 30 minutes before july starts whoohoo #long post #jedi #oc #derran kanis #leronna #te-mon zeyon #mukdon #tama ci

[kalevalakryze]

Bad Movies, Good Company

Relationship: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Non-Explicit Implied Sexual Content, Movies - Freeform, Hot Chocolate, Mild Language, Sabine Wren Is A Little Shit, She/They Shin Hati, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lesbian Sabine Wren, Lesbian Shin Hati, Not Canon Compliant, No Beta We Die Like Ahsoka (Again), Soft Sabine Wren, No Spoilers Summary: Sabine never realized just how many 'firsts' she would give to Shin; first time, first kiss, (she wouldn't doubt first hug from someone other than Baylan), and now, it's time to give them their first hot chocolate and cheesy holodrama. Sabine didn't care much for the movie, she had someone better to pay attention to anyways. Notes: Today's been a shit day so I just needed to give my feral little shits some softness, ty cali for reminding me of the brainrot Eventually if things keep going the way they have been, I am going to turn off comments entirely 👍 I'm here for the gays and no one's gonna ruin that for me. AO3 Link: Fic & Collection

They still had a week in space before anything could be done, and at the behest of both Shin and Sabine, Ahsoka had told both Apprentices to rest for the day so she could meditate without having to make sure they weren’t going to kill each other.

Sabine had tried to take the opportunity to sleep in, but Shin getting up just as early in the morning had ruined that plan. The artist had spent the entire day distracting them with small, menial things to keep her out of the training rooms; teaching them sabaac, showing them their sketches, and even maybe powering off Huyang and slipping into the bunkroom with the hopes that Ahsoka wasn’t listening in too closely.

Just getting Shin back in bed had been a feat, so Sabine had been more than happy at their comfy refusal to leave the small space. “Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Sabine pressed a kiss into their hair before wriggling herself from their arms, tugging on her clothes as she stumbled to the door.

Powering on Hyang on her way to the kitchenette, Sabine pulled down two mugs. “Hey Huyang, you fell asleep on me,” She teased as hot chocolate pods were loaded, the perfect way to end their lazy afternoon in the chill of the artificially cooled room.

“I do not need sleep, you-“

“Oh hey, I think Ahsoka was calling you,” The warm drinks were poured into white porcelain cups as Huyang went to find Ahsoka, muttering to himself about ‘Padawans’ and ‘Mandalorians’.

Liquid gold secure, Sabine balanced both mugs in her hands, snagging a datapad from the shelf along the way back. “Okay, buckle up, because once I sit down, I’m not getting up again,” She handed both mugs off to Shin, who peered on the contents with more than a normal amount of confusion. “Don’t worry, there’s no poison,” She promised as she slipped back under the covers to wall the blonde off from the door, something the woman had personally requested once their sleeping arrangements had turned to this.

“But what is it?” They sniffed experimentally as Sabine balanced the datapad on her knees to grab her mug back.

“What..? You’ve never had hot chocolate before?”

Shin’s vacant stare was enough to tell Sabine that no, they had never had hot chocolate before. “All these years, and you’ve never lived- How has Baylan gotten away with this great injustice?”

Before Shin could bite back a seething retort about the Mandalorian’s remark about her Master, Sabine was tapping her hand against the mug. “Come on, just take a sip, di’kut, you’ll love it,”

As Sabine got comfortable in bed again and started tapping away at the datapad, Shin raised the mug to her lips and took a slow sip.

A smile pulled at Sabine’s lips the moment Shin’s eyes had widened. The liquid was hot on her tongue, but the rich, sweet ichor didn’t go unnoticed. Pulling the mug back, Shin blinked at the contents. “Don’t burn your tongue-“ Sabine tried to reason with them as they took a bigger sip. “It won’t be a fun time, cyar’ika,”

Sabine was able to coerce Shin into not drinking the rest of the mug like it was needed to live, settling back into the bunk until the blonde shuffled closer to press firmly into her side. A film was pulled up onto the datapad, something sappy and romantic, the first thing she’d found about a clone and a Twilek, and dads who stepped up; it really didn’t require much brain power to enjoy, though Shin had seemed immersed.

“Why would they bring that stranger inside? It seems a good way to die,” Shin commented as she intentely watched a soldier stumbling into the small family’s barn. Sabine’s attention was turned to Shin, watching the furrow of their brows, the crinkles at the corners of their eyes, and the way she looked between everything in each frame.

Shin allowed themselves to lean into the comforting ministrations of Sabine’s hands, her mug held tight in her lap as she scoffed. “That isn’t even a proper blaster burn, have they never been shot before?”

Sabine’s hand trailed from the back of Shin’s head to the underside of her jaw. “Maybe, budget osik,” She grumbled halfheartedly, tipping her head down to catch Shin’s lips. The other woman was more than happy to return the kiss, chocolate rich on her tongue as Sabine allowed them to take control.

An explosion from the datapad had Shin pulling back to watch the holofilm again, the lights catching in the silvery blue of their eyes. Sabine smiled dumbly at her, head drooping back against the pillows as she watched Shin take another sip, their eyes sliding closed at the decadent liquid once more, it seemed the best way to get the woman to blink, too.

“Old Separatist droids to not fight like that, they are making them seem much more intelligent than they were truly capable of,” Shin grumbled in complaint, not acknowledging the Mandalorian as her empty mug was taken from her hands and set on the floor next to Sabine’s own empty glass. Instead, they curled closer, fingers tangling in the purple haired woman’s sleep shirt as her head pillowed against her chest, complaints growing quiet as a cheap action sequence started.

Sabine’s lips pressed against the top of her head, the fruity smell of the hair mask they used to repair their hair after bleaching it last still clung to each strand, though the wispy small of bark and grass that were so inherently Shin permeated the citrus.

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum,” Sabine grumbled against their head, peppering soft kisses across their head, any way to express the words she knew they would not understand.

“Quiet,” Shin hissed instead, reaching to press the palm of her hand against Sabine’s lips to further quiet her. “This is called the all is lost moment, yes?” When Sabine nodded against their hand, she was so kind as to allow the gentle kisses pressed into her palm.

The blonde seemed genuinely ticked off when the soldier decided to help the small family and not report the AWOL stepfather, enough so that she’d almost gotten out of the bunk to throw the datapad.

Sabine grabbed their hands with a smile on her lips. “Relax, ner kurs’kaded, it’s already been written,” She eased, guiding the other woman back to press their lips together. “Cheesy romance films are always like this,” Shin’s eyes rolled hard enough that Sabine could feel it, smiling against her wolf’s lips as they eased back into her and brought their lips that last breadth of space to bring them together once more.

“Tell me there are other films on the holonet that aren’t like this, that there is some hope for civilization,” Shin grumbled exasperatedly as the soldier on screen hugged the other man’s children and left with his returning troop.

“Oh, yeah, I mean there’s like, horror, and stuff?” Sabine blinked, a sheepish smile forming on her lips. Of course Shin would have preferred a slasher over some feel good family drama. “I’ll put one on?”

Shin grumbled as she pressed into Sabine once more. “Don’t bother, you have shown me where your priorities lie, you sap,” There was a smile being hidden in her shirt, she could feel it against her skin.

“I am so not a sap, you’re just cute,”

“I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your demon cat,”

“You are my demon, Nix is my little baby,”

Shin groaned and rolled over to face the wall, though when Sabine did not follow, she sat up and turned back to glare at the Mandalorian. “You know your place, Mandalorian,”

Laughing, Sabine shut off the datapad and scooted over until she could wrap herself around her wolf from behind, pressing kisses to the shell of their ear as they snuggled back in. “Guess these slow days can be nice,” She declared as she relaxed into the thin mattress.

“You do need time to prepare for me to kick your shebs tomorrow,”

“You’re such an ass,”

“You love my ass,”

“I really do.”

Translations: Di'kut - Idiot (affectionate) cyar'ika - darling Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum - I love you/I will know you forever ner kurs'kaded - my wolf

#wolfwren #shin hati #sabine wren #wrenwolf #shin hati x sabine wren #shin x sabine #fluff #fan fic #sw #sw fic #no hurt only comfort #holofilms #hot chocolate #cuddling & snuggling #They're both little shits #your honor #star wars #your honor they are in love #your honor i love them so much

[redwitchrune]

YIPPEE star wars ocs !!!! my beloved little guys!! imagine sil has more detail on her armor bc detail hard....

close-ups :] and im gonna talk about them a little too also

kitsran is a padawan with endel as her master. they crash land on a marshy jungle planet an are separated. sil and her small covert of old mandalorians (not old as in previous, old as in some of the exiled ones from post mando civil war) live on this planet and sil finds kitsran. uhhhh more things happen but maybe endel and sil gay people. idk yet though

#runes art #star wars #from left to right: she/her they/she she/her #cyuvu'r is pronounced shoo-voor #runes rambles #<- for the lore talkies in the read more

[daisychainsandbowties]

what are your top fav pieces of star wars media (books, games, movies, shows, all count) and why?

you're my hero for asking this

the prequel movies. i just love obi-wan with his gay little padawan braid. i love the designs of all the drones (especially the separatist drones because they share one brain cell & juggle it like a hot potato). the podracing scene i must have watched 500 times at least, & it was the precursor to my obsession with any and all racing games (there’s actually a podracing ps2 game! but also i loved jak X combat racing, & wipeout fusion. anything that let you race and also fire missiles). & then obi-wan kenobi in the subsequent movies - i was obsessed. also, the prequel movies were my first intro to tragedy as a concept, which you can tell i am still !!! about. i love when the ending is already over at the beginning. also my mom hated the prequel movies so only my friends had the DVDs. i used to treasure any time i got to watch them. 

the Jedi Apprentice and Jedi Quest books. the jedi apprentince books follow the story of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, and the jedi quest books follow Obi & Anakin. as you can imagine it was kryptonite for a trans kid obsessed with obi-wan. they are also in general really good & fun books with serious storylines & also a lot of lightsaber fights. you can listen to all of the jedi apprentice books on youtube (narrated by an AI, i think, but still good.) https://youtu.be/NA4IfH1qG2s 

jedi: fallen order. this game is everything a star wars game can & should be. it’s gorgeous. it has a combat system that feels a bit like dark souls or probably most of all sekiro - only easier, generally lol. the lightsabers and the environments are just bursting with colour, and having a little droid pal or just a little pal in general is my favourite genre of video game (see: jak & daxter, ratchet & clank). i grew to love the player character, Cal, especially once my little droid BD-1 came into the picture, but as you all know Trilla Suduri is more my style. she’s a wonderful antagonist. genuinely scares the shit out of me when she shows up. her VO does a stunning job. & yeah, the central message of the game and the structure of the levels (except Zeffo. fuck you Zeffo) is a really chill balance of combat, parkour, and exploration. out of all the planets i really really really really love Bracca and Dathomir, because they are soooo atmospheric & dark. this is why my au is based off fallen order - because it isn’t afraid of getting dark, & Trilla is one of the most compelling characters in any video game for me. 

the LEGO star wars games. formative for my whole sense of humour. also being a completionist with video games (not so good) i HAD to unlock all the characters. also shoutout to the podracer game. i recently got it again on playstation & raced all my previous records again & it reminded me how solid old racing games are. (and how addictive lmao) 

i was raised on the original trilogy. we watched A New Hope on christmas every year, kind of haphazardly while cooking, so it gives me warm family feelings. my mom was a total nerd about it (her whole family is, actually) & she would sit there & do what i do with the lotr movies, giving me random bits of lore. no surprise she was in love with Mark Hamill as a teenager. i love those movies though & am still struck by how moody & atmospheric it is. nothing tops the emotional moments on tatooine with the infamous binary sunset. C3PO was important autistic rep for me too 😂 i love him to pieces, & obviously i fell instantly in love with princess leia, and han solo. luke took me years to like, actually, but he’s very precious to me now - i always thought that he took his losses too calmly, but now i can see that he’s a really emotional character, & actually a really gorgeous snapshot of a certain kind of masculinity that i feel very close to. the og trilogy is so wonderful & it was one of the formative films of my lifelong obsession with galaxies far far away. 

i absolutely adored the recent Kenobi show (& also Andor, but not so much). they just really knocked it out of the part for me with Inquistor Reva, & also how they discussed Obi’s trauma & his grief, but also the bright spark of young Leia (i will fight ten horses for her etc etc). it was also leaning into the scarier and more serious parts of star wars lore - what with the Inquisiton being what it is. so many of the characters in this stole my heart, which is amazing considering how few episodes there were. 

last but certainly not least, it has to be Knights of the Old Republic. i used to beg my dad to go on his desktop computer when i was a kid. i played it many times for many hours. it was my first RPG and it was STAR WARS and i got to make decisions and change the narrative. my favs being my edgy boi (gender-neutral) Revan, & Bastila because she was peak ‘overachieving girl goes apeshit to nobody’s surprise’, and also HK-47 (will always stan a murder robot). it was the first media i had massive and convoluted personal lore for, so you could say it made me Worse, but it’s really one of the games of all time for me. 

#this ask was so lovely thank you!!! #star wars

[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin Assists the Jedi Council While On Medical Leave

AU brainstormed primarily by @atagotiak, @gelpenss, and myself.

Basically, a fix-it based in Anakin getting a peek into the daily life on the Council early, and accidentally Figuring Some Shit Out along the way, mostly because Palps Fucks Up.

So, Anakin gets injured in a way that limits him to Coruscant for a few weeks. He can still walk and talk, but he can't fight. The specific injury doesn't matter, just this:

Anakin runs errands on behalf of the council and sits in on meetings to take minutes as a "you're on medical leave but we need all hands on deck, congrats you get to be the secretary until we can send you on stabbing missions again" thing.

Also, there just aren't a whole lot of people with Anakin's clearance level. They had to send out Stass Allie to handle the mission that was originally next on Anakin's roster, and Anakin's the most convenient person to substitute into her position.

He's not super happy about this but he can more or less understand the point of it. Given that he gets antsy about needing to fight almost immediately, he can acknowledge the worth of having something useful to do, if only as the person who's writing down who says what and making sure everyone has the right file on hand.

(Besides, Obi-Wan jokes in a way that Anakin thinks might be encouraging, this is good practice if Anakin ever wants to be on the High Council himself!)

(This is a very helpful conversation.)

BASICALLY, Anakin is resigned to this but agrees because "Usually we have Master Allie handle this but we need her running that mission that was originally set for the 501st, so you get to fill in for her until you can switch back. Think of it as training for eventual mastery or admin or--listen, we're just really stretched thin."

Here's the key thing, though: Anakin isn't supposed to leave the Temple, for medical reasons, so Palpatine doesn't know Anakin is sitting in on Council meetings. They haven't met up since Anakin's last surgery, and because [muffled hand-wave reason] he didn't find out another way, like Anakin comming him or the Council giving him the heads-up about the change in attendance.

It's fine. He's just taking notes and doing preparatory research, he has the clearance, the Chancellor likes him anyway. Hell, they'd have had someone's Padawan doing this, before the war increased the necessary clearance levels. They'll toss in a quick message in the brief they send to Palps that he never reads anyway, and that's really all they need to do. Skywalker's getting some rounded experience and this way the medics won't be freaking out about him stressing his heart after getting electrocuted by trying to spar too early.

Palpatine doesn't talk directly to the Council, he just sends a recording the first time Anakin is there. It's a bit weird, but nothing goes wrong. Anakin's off-screen from whatever device they use to send a response, since he's not technically a member, just assisting for a bit on the part of Master Allie's duties that he's actually allowed to touch (and not the bits that are getting added to Mace, Plo, and Shaak's stuff).

The first four or so meetings are like that. Anakin starts having a bit of sympathy for the Council as he sees how many things they want to do that are hampered by the need for Senatorial approval, things that he would also want to do and didn't think required this much red tape.

About a week in, still mostly recordings with Anakin just sitting on the side playing paralegal, the wheel of fortune turns a few pegs.

Palpatine hands over a an order on the range of injury that a soldier should be treated for, "to ensure that republic resources aren't being wasted on clones that, while expensive, would actually be cheaper to replace than repair."

Oh, he dresses it up in prettier language than that. Anakin doesn't process it as such first.

The Chancellor manages to couch his phrasing in "prioritizing resources for taxpaying republic citizens and employees of the GAR," which... well.

The natborn commissioned officers pay taxes. The Jedi are employees. The clones are neither, because they're slaves.

Probably he frames it as the employees thing, very much the kinda language that sounds halfway ok unless you’re fluent in political bullshit.

And Anakin is really confused at first about why the council is upset by the order because, okay, he would PREFER to be able to use medical supplies on refugees when possible, but he understands prioritizing the soldiers?

He just looks up, totally lost, when someone groans and goes, "That's the third time this year, is he trying to get us all killed?"

And it vibes as such a genuine, aggrieved, sad reaction that Anakin is completely blindsided because it's not the sarcastic, petty resentment he kind of expected? It's just... desperate depression.

And someone gently has to explain that this is the third time they've had resources restricted to only GAR employees and that it's a polite way of saying "prioritize natborn officers, stop wasting resources on clones, we can replace them easier."

Or maybe he doesn't ask, because he's just there to take notes, not argue, and he can see the masters drawing up a response that amounts to "We would like to remind you that our soldiers do not fall into that classification, and to limit their access to our medical supplies is liable to cause a loss of life that we find unreasonably high. Please see the annotations attached to adjust wording so that the clones may receive the same level of care."

Anakin's internally just like "Yeah, that's phrased nice and addresses the main problem, Palpatine will obviously agree and change it!"

And then he comes in the next day and the response comes in and it's just dripping condescension about considering the clones actual people.

"This is why we can't use the bacta tanks on clones anymore, just the patches. We could use them at first, we had a few of the CCs get through fatal injuries with them, but they cut that off and said we could only use the tanks on Jedi and non-clone officers a few months ago. The Banking Clans keep tightening their belts on the army, and the Chancellor insists we put citizens first, and the clones aren't citizens. We've been arguing back as much as we can, but he keeps going on about the economy and we can't... we just can't, Skywalker. We're trying to save as many of our men as we can, but..."

Something like "Allocation of resources reiterated, the Kaminoans have assured the senate that the Jedi are far from exhausting the resources ordered."

And Anakin's like. He can't blame the council for lying about Palpatine's past or future actions. He just saw Palpatine's actions. Those actions were to order people under his control to throw away lives he saw as replaceable commodities.

These are his friends' lives.

His soldiers are being thrown away by a man in a tower that he trusted.

And then that man has the gall to suggest it's the council's fault.

Palpatine is good at what he does, especially in public, he dresses it up in flowery language and everything, but Anakin's just like "Those are my FRIENDS and also this is??? How slavers talked about their property on Tatooine???? FRIENDPATINE, WHAT THE FUCK."

Anakin can be passive aggressive sometimes as well as outright aggressive. So if he brings up the guidelines and why they make him upset in general terms, and Palpatine says something about how he’s sad the council doesn’t care about the clones...

Anakin, internally, having just watched the council scramble to save as many clones as possible within the guidelines that Palps handed down: Uh-huh.

(Anakin is just the gay horror teeth gif from queer eye.)

Just. “Yeah, funny you say that, Palpatine! Because as I remember, you told the council not to waste more resources than necessary while Mace Windu was arguing to expand the treatment range!”

Palps doesn't even have time to salvage the situation or attack Anakin because Anakin just bulldoze rants for fifteen minutes and then storms out.

Anakin... maybe does a little treason and gets a copy of the orders so he can ask Padme "Hey, can you explain the politics of this?" and doesn't tell her who wrote it so she isn't biased (he tells her that this is why he's not sharing the author's/speaker's name), and just lets Padme pick apart all the 'this is a nice way of saying they don't view the clones as people' details.

Alternately, someone on the Council sees Anakin dithering and manages to get him to admit that he's not great at political language and wants to ask someone to help him understand the full implications. The person--Mace? let's go with Mace--is aware that Anakin is on good terms with Senator Amidala, if not necessarily aware of the depth of said relationship. Mace points out that he's probably going to be seeing her soon just because he usually does and, as a Senator, she can get easy access to these sessions since they're not about specific missions, just allocation of resources, etc. It's not an optimal solution, but she's got a bit more free time than anyone else Anakin knows with the clearance levels, like Order members that are actively involved in the war effort.

Anakin dithers and panics and Mace, trying to be helpful, tells him that plenty of Jedi have made friends among the Senate over the years, didn't you know Qui-Gon Jinn was a personal friend of Former Chancellor Valorum?

At any rate, Anakin goes to Padme and asks her to explain it to him, because she knows how to phrase things so he gets it.

Anakin has to have her pause and he goes outside and destroys some things halfway through.

(Anakin maybe thinks back to the times Padmé or Obi-Wan were really obviously frustrated and when he asked, they said stuff like “I can’t stand Palpatine rn, sorry Anakin I know he’s important to you and you don’t want to talk about politics, let’s just talk about something else.”)

(Obi-Wan: I don’t trust Palpatine Anakin: you just don’t like politicians in general Obi-Wan: yes that is also true)

(Obi-Wan does like Bail and Padme but he does also talk a bit about how politicians generally aren’t to be trusted.)

#Anakin Skywalker #Sheev Palpatine #Jedi High Council #Mace Windu #fix it fic #star wars #star wars prequels #Phoenix Posts #Padme Naberrie

[ukiyokki]

mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dream not found #dreamnotfound fic #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamnotfound fanfiction #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #dnf fanfiction #dnf fic rec #dreamnotfound fanfiction recommendations #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #i’m ok i swear #i read too much fanfiction #i should probably go to bed

[arsonistturtle]

my obscure clone wars head cannons

some spoilers for tcw but not really

- Plo is Ahsokas gay mentor and hypes her up to ask girls out

- The Jedi council has a group chat where they make fun of Anakin

- Ahsoka always beats Anakin in gamepigeon and he regularly throws his phone across the room because of it

- Ahsoka regularly braids Anakin’s hair

- The night sisters are vegans

- Jabba secretly paints his nails

- Deathwatch started as a boyband

- Yoda has a food Instagram where he posts root stew recipes

- Ahsoka got a tattoo of lux’s name but then covered it up with a middle finger

- Obi wan got Anakin a coupon book as a wedding present

- Ahsoka had a sweet sixteen but only because Anakin wanted her to

- Anakin, obi wan, and ahsoka all keep diaries (anikin calls it a journal and Obi wan calls it a daily log) and they constantly try to steal and read each others

- Meebur Gascon makes dad jokes

- Anakin and Ahsoka celebrate their "Padawanaversary" every year by getting drunk and playing bumpercars in the senate chamber

- When ashoka found out about Anakin killing the tuskins she made him write “Genocide is bad” on a whiteboard 5000 times

- Palpatine's email password is "H@ve u h3ard the tr@gedy of Darth Plaggy the wisE?"

- Adi Gallia had a crush on Ki adi mundi because of his little poneytail

- Ahsoka pierced Barriss's ears but Luminara made Barriss let them close up

- Bail Organa has a pet lothcat

- Rush Clovis has  a "live laugh love" sign in his office

- Anakin has nine toes because he dropped his lightsaber when it was ignited

- Ahsoka briefly got really into astrology just to spite anikin

- Admiral Trench has a secret family

- Ventress secretly listens to Cavetown and Dooku listens to ed sheeran

- All the young padawans have a crush on kit fisto

- Obi wan tried to teach anikin how to play chess but anikin was so awful they had to switch to checkers

- Mother Talzin hates the color red but its too late to change the whole color scheme of her cult

-maul has a candle-making business

- grevious’s real passion is fashion design

#did you ever hear the tragedy of darth plageuis the wise? #you can't tell me i'm wrong #clone wars #star wars #ahsoka #obiwan #maul #palpatine #anikin #clone wars headcanons

[comeandreadawhile]

Au: Boba gets adopted

Obi-Wan had several things that need attending to as he trudged along the innards of a Geonosian arena—his injured leg, the unsettlingly cryptic news of a Sith Lord being in control of the Senate, and whatever unhealthy attachment seems to have settled in his padawan for a certain senator in the time he’d been with her for starters—before reaching an archway that led once more into the partially enclosed bloodbath. There, among the devastating loss of some 200 Jedi knights and masters, among the clean up crew and those bagging bodies for transport to Coruscant, was a little boy kneeling in the rust red sand and clutching his father’s helmet like a lifeline.

Obi-Wan Kenobi found his list of things to attend to had a new and vastly more pressing priority.

He tried not to be an impulsive man, something he had tried to instill in Anakin with only moderate success. He tried. But the Jedi were known as protectors and peacekeepers, and no one was paying a bit of mind to the grieving child. A grieving orphan who knew no one but the older (younger?) brothers firmly ignoring him and one separatist-aligned and already-fled Count. Obi-Wan changed his direction and made no answer when Anakin asked where he was going.

He approached the boy quietly, but with his injury and the crunching sand, there was plenty of noise for the little one not to be spooked. He didn’t get too close, merely letting himself be known in the boy’s peripheral vision before moving to sit in the sand—something his leg greatly protested—a few feet away. He didn’t speak, perfectly content to wait to be openly acknowledged while the boy failed to hide his sobbing. He didn’t have to wait long.

“What do you want, Jedi?” The child spat, his voice thick and choked with tears. Obi-Wan could tell he wasn’t looking for condolences or pretty words, so honesty was probably his best course.

“You don’t need to be alone right now,” he started. “I’ll leave if you truly wish but you need someone right now.”

The boy scoffed and held, if possible, tighter to the silver helm. “How would you know what I need? Just leave me alone!” The bite in his voice cracked at the end.

“Because I’ve been exactly where you are,” Obi-Wan almost flinched at the cliche. The child clearly felt the same.

“Sure you were. Of course you were,” came the bitter words the young Fett had every right to. “Because every other guy’s dad is—was k—” He choked once more as tears drowned out the mournful retort.

Obi-Wan extended a hand and continued somberly. “I saw my Master killed by a Sith’s lightsaber, and I spent so long hating myself for being powerless to help him.” The boy had bit his lip, shaking as Obi-Wan watched him sob. “Being alone with that kind of grief was a terrible thing, something I would never wish on you or anyone.” He was content once more to let the boy grieve in peace, merely offering his company and the hand he kept extended upon the red sand between them. He could feel Anakin lingering in the alcove he’d parted with him in, confusion and apprehension rolling off him steadily in the Force; he should’ve been seeing a medic about that arm of his. An idea that had been forming in his head was finally matched with words. As the boy’s cries slowly turned in wet hiccups, Obi-Wan scooted a little closer—and his leg still was unhappy about it—and the boy turned his gaze, tearful and suspicious, back on him. Obi-Wan spoke gently.

“Copanni olaror ti ni?”

The boy’s tear-streaked face snapped up at the words. “Tion gar lise jorhaa’ir Mando’a?”

He nodded, answering softly, “We can speak in whichever you prefer. You didn’t answer my question.” Mando’a would offer familiarity, but that familiarity could also be painful at present. Based on the scrunched face the child made, Obi-Wan accepted it was probably the latter. He watched the little one drop his head to rest his cheek against the helmet. Taun We had said the boy’s name, but Obi-Wan found himself struggling to remember it through the rush of the last cycle’s events.

“I can take care of myself,” the boy answered quietly. “Dad taught me how.”

Obi-Wan nodded, not terribly surprised. “I’m sure he did a fine job, but he couldn’t have wished for you to have the need so young. I’m sure he’d want you looked after.”

The little one sniffled pitifully and nodded, and some minutes passed as Obi-Wan watched the cogs turn in the child’s head. Then, unsure and still shaky, a little hand moved to grasp the one still extended between them. Obi-Wan squeezed the little fingers gently before moving carefully to stand. The other arm opened as he turned, and the boy stood, still clutching the helmet, and allowed himself to be scooped up. Obi-Wan kept most of the boy’s weight directed to the hip of his uninjured leg, noticed how the little one’s body sagged against his own once he was settled, and began a course back to his padawan. He pressed the boy’s head under his chin, allowing him to hide in the hollow of Obi-Wan’s throat.

“I’ll do my best to look after you,” he promised. He would—he knew plenty enough about Mandalore and her people to get this child through his trial of adulthood when he reached thirteen, and enough about his own trauma to never assume the boy was alright. “If you aren’t happy with me, I’ll do my best to get you somewhere you are.” They boy only sniffled and nodded in response, but that was more than enough right now. A moment, and several steps, passed. “Taun We introduced us but could I ask your name again, little one?”

A croaked reply fell against his collarbone, “Boba.”

Obi-Wan nodded once more and brought the hand not supporting Boba’s weight to the back of the boy’s head, “Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad, Boba.” To this, the hand gripping his shirt clenched and Boba nodded into his throat, and if his collar was soon wet with fresh tears, Obi-Wan made no mention of it.

He walked the both of them back to Anakin and Senator Amidala as quickly as his leg and Boba’s added weight allowed him, and together they made for the ship. Anakin, blessedly, didn’t ask about the child in his arms until they were aboard the ship they’d be taking to Coruscant, once Boba was wrapped in a shock blanket and assured, when Obi-Wan put him down and made to leave to get something, that Obi-Wan wouldn’t be far for long.

“Master, the boy?”

“The bounty hunter’s son,” he provided. He didn’t stop on his path out of the ship—they wouldn’t be taking off quite yet but he felt no need to dawdle. “Your new little brother.” Anakin looked like he’d been struck.

“A new apprentice? You’re replacing me for disobeying you?”

That stopped him very effectively. He turned as he spoke. “You listen to me now if never again, Anakin Skywalker,” he began lowly. He would not let the boy he raised go on with the same doubts he’d had with Qui-Gon. “I will never replace you. You are mine to me, if I was ever a father to you.” Anakin had grown taller than him just in the last year, but Obi-Wan had no qualms about putting a palm on the back of his padawan’s neck to ground him. “But that boy just lost his only family, and he needs someone.” Anakin nodded solemnly. The boy understanding, Obi-Wan lightened his tone. “Which means that I now have one padawan, and two sons. Unfortunately, you’ll have to learn to share.” He finished with a grin.

Anakin huffed out a laugh and nodded again, smiling. “I understand, Master, thank you.” As Obi-Wan gave his neck a pat and moved once move to exit the ship, Anakin inquired after him, “Where are you going?”

Obi-Wan merely called back over his shoulder, “I have to retrieve something before we leave.” Something that neither boy needed to see at that moment, but Boba was sure to treasure in years to come—it would certainly fit when he stopped growing. So onward Obi-Wan moved, making his way back into the dreaded arena, speaking to exactly the people he needed to for certain arrangements before moving on to find his quarry. And he would.

Every piece of Jango Fett’s armor.

A look at next chapter:

“Are we not honor bound to help those in need?”

“You know that this goes against our code!”

“A Jedi of this Order killed his father, so a Jedi of this Order will raise him in his father’s place.”

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #boba fett #anakin skywalker #wrote this in one sitting #more to come

[intertwined-destinies]

Hey guys long time no see. Just wanted to say I’m trans and that means Ben Solo is trans too by proxy. Ben is a he/they king just like me :)

And now trans headcanon time babey !!!!!

He wears a mask that makes his voice deeper (I mEAN?????) and dark, bulky clothes that make him look bigger and cover him completely because of dysphoria obv

Daddy AND mommy issues

He now has space fantasy top surgery scars :) Rey sees them for the first time and doesn’t know what they are and is extremely confused about what kind of fight would result on two perfectly simmetrical scars .

when she asks Ben about them he’s puzzled because he thought she figured he was trans during the shirtless scene, which is why he was acting like... that. She had actually found out when she got into his head during the interrogation, of course and she doesn’t mind one bit! Once they’ve been in a relationship for some time she asks him about his transition and tries to do research about it as she still doesn’t know what the fuck top surgery is she grew up in a desert

Ben opens up to her gladly and after that their relationship is even STRONGER and HEALTHIER.

When his parents sent him to Luke he hadn’t gone through puberty yet- he hadn’t even come out to them. After a while Luke figures out something’s not right, and Ben cautiously comes out to him.

Luke, being the GAY ICON he is, accepts him instantly and is the one who helps him choose a new name. Neither Leia nor Han has a connection to old Ben Kenobi, but Luke???? The moment he proposes that name to him Ben LOVES it. (And Ben is a CLASSIC trans boy name guys comeonnnn you gotta trUST ME)

Luke informs Ben’s parents about his new name and his transition. They both tell him they accept him too, but they don’t go see him during the whole time after he transitioned, which makes Ben feel like they don’t really know him anymore even more intensely. Of course, Snoke is constantly whispering to him about how they don’t love him anymore and about how disappointed and ashamed they actually are of who he really is. Ben tries to ignore him, but after a while this stuff affects him anyway

While growing up, Luke helps Ben make changes to his body with the Force that surgeries and.. magic space HRT can’t do on their own. He guides him and teaches him to slowly alter his bone structure using force meditation over the course of years so that he can grow taller (whoops he went a little too far but who can blame him I’d do the same thing tbh) and have wider shoulders, a narrower waist, you name it.

When ben flees and decides to go to Snoke he accepts his new name SO fast and hates his old one because it reminds him of Luke and the jedi. Hearing his father use it for the FIRST TIME on the bridge just makes it hurt more.

Being trans in the First Order he is always worried about how manly and intimidating he can appear. He embraces the most toxic traits of masculinity out of fear, throwing tantrums, yelling, being incredibly aggressive all the time. It’s like a defense mechanism for him and he quickly becomes used to it. He relates all displays of his femininity to his days with Luke which makes him actively reject his softness harder.

Unlike at the temple , where many of the other padawans grew up with him, he goes stealth and while it’s very stressful, as in his head he’s afraid that someone SOMEHOW clocks him and ruins his life, he feels kind of good about it, which in turn is part of the reason he convinces himself he is in the right place.

When Ben says he can’t go back to his mother it’s not only because he killed his father, and all other atrocities he may have committed. She hasn’t seen him in person as a man. A GROWN man. If he comes back he is so afraid she’ll see him as a stranger that killed both her husband.. and her DAUGHTER OOOHHHH 🥺😭😫 -Of course Leia will always see him as her son but that’s what he THINKS would happen

While they’re together Rey helps Ben re-embrace his soft, more feminine side (which, with the life she has lived, she also desperately needed to do) and they become a he/they she/they power couple :)

Add more if you want I had to get this out of my system also if you’re transphobic I’ll block you INSTANTLY

@lorsanbitch back me up pls

#time to revive a special interest by projecting onto this man :D #Ben Solo #Reylo #Trans Kylo Ren #Kylo Ren says trans rights :) #AND Rey too!! once she finds out more about gender stuff she realizes she identifies as a Demigirl and #she starts using she/they pronouns #Kylo Ren

[tanadidreamer]

Masterpost for SWTOR OCS

Alrighty, I entirely blame @greencrusader13 and @outcastcommander for this, but I wanted to give this masterpost thing a try and have a bit of fun. Let’s roll! Everything is in the undercut!

Jedi Knight Tscira Quinn - Former/Current Padawan of Battlemaster Zeron Paran (OC of @outcastcommander​) and Tython’s resident gremlin wildchild. Functional bi, not in a relationship yet. Don’t let her gentle nature fool you, she will ruin your day. Master strategist despite her young age, and a sassy brat.

Captain Silas ‘Boomer’ Balkar - The resident inventor and third-in-command asshole of Havoc Squad. Snarky, playful and loves bending the rules. The long lost twin brother of Theron Shan and the adopted of Jonas Balkar, and always seems to “Know a guy” when the squad needs something. Diaster bi who is happily married to Elara Dorne and the ex of Zora, and the proud daddy of Eyaytir Balkar and Moira Blakar.

Lieutentant Vodiaistia Corr - The resident CMO of Havoc Squad. Sassy, utterly Done, and loves poking her squadmates with sticks. The adopted daughter of Harron Tavus. Diaster bi who is in a poly relationship with Jorgan and Zeer’ana (oc of @outcastcommander​), and had a daughter with Fuse named Kaida.

Lord Corin/Darth Occulus/Ja’zan Corrin - Mandalorian raised more or less, kind and snarky. He can and will killl to keep his seat of the Dark Council. The youngest (illegitimate) son of Darth Vowrawn, and he inherited the very scheming mind. Half-Echani. Distuinguised gay, married to Lord Cytharat.

Jedi Master Debroica “Deb” Corr/Lord Medrax - Eldest sister of Vodiastia. Secretly a Sith. Ruthless, conving and will do what is best for the Empire. Truly a victim of circumstances, the Jedi were too late. Distinguished lesbian, not in a relationship at the moment.

Darajetii “Dara” Cadera - Older adopted sister of Torian. Snarky, bitter and loves to just randomly scoop her loves ones up. Buff lady and takes no shit from anybody. Diaster bi who is married to Lana Beniko and Ta’lan (OC of @outcastcommander​)

Mitth’ess’aja “Thessa” - Playful wildchild who loves to curl up in blankets and cuddle Blizz, as well as tease her crewmates. She has a more ruthless and seriou side to her so best not to piss her off, Mandalorians  never  forget. Functional pansexual, in a poly relationship with Torian and Leona (OC of @outcastcommander​).

Cipher Tihirteen/Fool/Jak’feanee - The stoic SIS sniper and a former Cipher agent. Former pawn of Cipher Nine ( @outcastcommander​‘s oc Jekai). She’s the “Little People” that Jonas keeps reminding Theron about, one could say Theron’s best friend. Distuinshed pansexual, in a relationship with Vector Hylus.

Lady Mirsh/Darth Nox/Saphira Rav - Playful, kind, a bit insane, and loves baking cookies. Do not underestimate her kind nature, she will destroy you, Ja’zan taught her well in the art of manipulation and ambition, do not touch her apprentices or you will regret it immediately. Diaster pansexual, happily married to the Emperor’s Wrath, Copaani Mirsh ( @outcastcommander​‘s OC)

Captain Izunssok “Izzy” Corvin - A playful flirt who loves a good race. Has no issues fighting dirty and just kinda follows Risha’s lead. Shy pansexual, currently flirting with/dating Captain Akaana Mirsh (OC of @outcastcommander​)

Lord Magne/Lord Morsus/Morsus Magne - Stoic and bitter, but absolutely enjoys showering his wife and children with love. Former  half-Cathar slave turned walking juggernaut of a Sith. He had been one of Malgus’s top people. Babysitter/protector of all Jedi Padawans, hurt them and he will end you. Diaster pansexual, happily married to Poena Magne and the father of Cytharat (as well as a few others)

Lady Magne/Poena Pagne - Sith socialite, kind when she wants to be, and is often found in her labatory. The only daughter of Lord Shaar and a former apprentice of Darth Vowrawn like her mother. Playful flirt and Sith alchemy genius. Distuinguished bi, happily married to Morsus and the mother of Cytharat (as well as a few others)

Lord Sajavin/Sajavin Rav- The bitter second of Darth Marr. He will enforce Marr’s rules without question, former slave gladiator. Possibly bi, the father of Saphira Rav and Saja (OC of @outcastcommander​)

#my ocs #I might add some more later on #swtor

[crispyjenkins]

Can you do more of that mandalorian obiwan jangobi fic? It was so good!

(i’m very feckin attached to this obi and i’m so happy y’all want more. blood and injury warning for this one! jangobi is very soft but obi is very bad at keeping himself alive, and ruusaan is the only one with a braincell. part 1 here!

umm. this got really long. it just... kept getting longer. fills will not be this long consistently i just. i really love this obi.

**ruusaan’s name and design from this! thank you to @amillionstarsandyouchoosethisone for letting me write her, i love her dearly)

 Ruusaan remembers a time before the Supercommando Codex, even if her sisters do not, and as soon as she’s old enough to follow Mereel, she crashes the Duke’s council meeting discussing the cutting of the budget for the poorer levels of Sundari. In front of every one of her father’s supporters, she recites the shuk’la buirok and leaves every Kalevalan piece of herself behind.

  The Haat Mando’ade welcome her with open arms in spite of her origins, Mereel trains her to fight and helps her build her beskar’gam, and she hopes someday her sisters will grow to make their own decisions as she had. 

  Ruusaan walks her path alone unless Mereel calls on her, traveling the stars as Haat'ad, nameless still, but infinitely free. She has no right to Mandalore as her dar'buir believes, but she can live the Truth, and if that's good enough for her Mand'alor, then it’s good enough for her. 

  When she accepts the call to Melida/Daan seven years after joining Mereel, she does so with caution —she will not pull the Haat'ade into their war— but when she lands just outside the capital of Zehava, she’s greeted by a small party of children. A girl that can’t be much older than Satine approaches Ruusaan immediately, red hair greasy and in disarray, but exuding determination.

  “You’re the commando?” she demands without preamble, hiding her shaking hands by forcing them into fists. 

  Ruusaan removes her helmet and tucks it under her arm so the kid can see her raise her eyebrow. “I am. You put out the contract?”

  The girl clenches her jaw and nods. “I’m Cerasi. I need you to get someone to Coruscant.”

  Immediately wary, Ruusaan looks around the girl to the other children, who stand around someone that positively hums in the Force. “Your contract said transport of goods.”

  “He belongs to the Jedi,” she says, spitting the word like it’s poison. “But they aren’t answering his communications, and we— Force, we don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Her confidence falters, darting a quick look behind herself before gripping her arm. “Listen, I don’t have much, we only just won and Nield isn’t— He helped us, he’s the reason we won, no matter what the rest of the Young say. He doesn’t deserve to die here.”

  “Kid, I’m not taking your money,” Ruusaan cuts in, Cerasi’s face falling before she continues, “Mandos have creeds about children, I’ll take him for free. Where is he?”

  It takes Cerasi a moment to realise what all that means, but then blinks and dashes back to the little group of children. With a growing sense of foreboding, Ruusaan follows, watching the kids part to show a tiny padawan in dirty tunics laying in a makeshift litter, and Ruusaan has to close her eyes for a moment to calm herself. The Force around him wavers like a heat haze, and Ruusaan isn’t trained enough to know what that means; nothing good, if the flickering of the boy’s Force signature is anything to go by.

  There’s dried blood on his lips and chin, and she can hear his breathing from here, ragged like it hurts, and it probably does. Cerasi bites her lip and moves to pick the kid up, but Ruusaan quickly steps in and kneels to check the kid’s ribs first. Nothing seems broken, he barely even seems bruised, which certainly doesn’t fill her with confidence, but at least it’s safe enough to lift him.

  She puts her helmet back on before carefully scooping the kid into her arms, and he actually feels an alright weight for how thin the other children look. Ruusaan turns back towards her ship and jerks her head for Carasi to follow her.

  “What’s his name?”

  Cerasi quickly moves to catch up, chewing at her lip again. “Obi-Wan, but that isn’t what the Jedi he was with called him.”

  Hm. “How long has he been sick?”

  “He came to us like that. He would just— cough, all the time, and the Jedi didn’t know what was wrong with him.” She follows Ruusaan up the ramp into her little ship, heading for the medbay. “He— After he promised to help us, the Jedi left him here.”

  Rage nearly smothers her, and Ruusaan locks it into her chest for later, after she leaves atmo; Obi-Wan twitches in her arms in response to her sudden spike of emotion, and she can’t have that. “They left him?”

  “Look, I don’t— I don’t know how it all works. But Obi-Wan gave up being a padawan to help us, I think, and I think that’s why the Jedi aren’t responding.” Cerasi watches her set Obi-Wan on the far-too large bed, her lip starting to bleed under her teeth.

  Ruusaan hands her a tissue, but sets aside her helmet to quickly cut the boy out of his tabards and tunics. Just as she had thought, Obi-Wan is wearing a compression shirt under it all; Cerasi looks terrified when she cuts him out of this too, and Ruusaan sends her a reassuring smile.

  “Peace, kid, Mandalorians accept all. Has he been wearing this often?”

  “All the time,” she says uncertainly, ducking forward when beckoned to help Ruusaan get Obi-Wan’s dirty clothes out from under him. “Is that what caused this?”

  “It certainly didn’t help.” They fall into silence as Ruusaan gets a ventilator hooked up, Cerasi jumping in to help as instructed, but there isn’t much Ruusaan can do with her sparse medical equipment. She doesn’t even have bacta. 

  “Are you... Are you going to take him to the Jedi?”

  Ruusaan snorts, making sure Obi-Wan’s vitals are being logged before turning to Cerasi. “Absolutely not. I would never return a child to those that abandoned them.”

 Obi-Wan makes a small sound, eyelids flickering for a moment, but he doesn’t wake, and Ruusaan realises her heart is in her throat. Well, that settles that, then. “I’ll take him back to my people, decide where he best belongs,” she adds, as if the gai bal manda isn’t already burning her lips. 

  It seems to satisfy Cerasi enough to return to the Young, and she leaves Obi-Wan with a kiss on the forehead and a whispered apology. She races out of the ship before Ruusaan can ask her anything else, and she does not follow. Ruusaan’s contract is on the bed behind her, and you cannot save someone who does not want to be saved.

-

  Jango doesn’t know if it’s Ruusaan or Jaster’s machinations that has him covering contracts with Obi-Wan more than any other commando, but he’d appreciate it if they stopped before Jango has an actual heart attack.

  Because Obi-Wan, for all his new calm and easy demeanor, is even more reckless than when he was a child, and Jango hadn’t thought that was possible. He jumps into fights without checking escape routes, and uses his rifle in close combat as well as his fists, he doesn’t travel with a jetpack, and he removes his helmet any time they’re not in an active right.

  “It’s easier to breathe without it,” Obi-Wan tells him on another mercy mission to Concordia. “Buir tried to hook an oxygen tank up to it, but they were all too heavy.” And he shrugs like it's fine, and Jango decides he has a death wish.

  Ruusaan either joins them on missions, or takes contracts nearby, never too far if... anything went wrong. Luckily, things rarely do, and Jango only has to see Ruusaan restart Obi-Wan’s lungs once after that first mission back, and even then Obi-Wan had been fine within the day.

  They make it a year and a half of missions together before things go wrong, stranded in a rusty hut on Yutha during a dust storm, with Ruusaan somewhere on the other side of the canyon to the North taking a different job. 

  Theirs had been a simple contract to retrieve some Neimoidian’s data disk that he’d left with a lover, and Jango is only there because Obi-Wan had asked him to be, and if it weren’t for the dust storm, it might have been as easy as it sounded.

  Obi-Wan is at the one window, the barrel of his rifle propped on the sill as he watches the red dirt road outside for anyone trying to take advantage of the storm, though they’re pretty sure their hiding spot has been abandoned for a while. Jango had taken up leaning on the wall on the other side of the window frame, watching Obi-Wan more than he’s watching the outside, and even after almost two years back working with other Haat’ade, he has trouble contending this Obi-Wan with the fourteen year-old that had once tried to set his cape on fire.

  Obi-Wan flicks his eyes to Jango with a tiny, barely-there smirk and readjusts his rifle on his shoulder before returning to his vigil. Shaking his head, Jango is almost thankful Obi-Wan had removed his helmet as soon as they’d secured the hut; how else would he have seen the Yutha sunset painted on his face? 

  Hm. He should probably look into that affection that’s becoming harder to ignore. 

  “Jango,” Obi-Wan rasps, yanking his attention away from the rising dust storm as Obi-Wan’s hand darts up to his bleeding nose. 

  His entire body jerks, his blaster rifle clattering to the floor, and Jango has to dive forward to catch him before he hits his head on the windowsill. He starts coughing before Jango can even get him laid out, struggling against Jango’s arms and splattering blood across his chestplate.

  And these coughs are worse than the last time, shorter, harsher, and Jango has been in enough battles to recognise someone going into shock.

  This is all wrong, though, it never goes this fast, where Obi-Wan is already choking on his own lungs, eyes wild as his body attempts to shake apart, and Jango’s never had to deal with this alone, and oh Force, Ruusaan “the Jedi Killer” Tra’Galar is going to lose her foundling on Jango’s watch.

  The dilapidated furniture starts to rattle as if shook from below, anything left on shelves or counters levitating for a moment before crashing to the ground. Jango yanks off his helmet and has to grab Obi-Wan’s wrists to stop him from clawing at his own armour, Jango feeling him pulling the Force in around them until it’s an almost unbearable weight. 

  And Jango can’t get him into shock position, not with him thrashing around with far more strength than he should possess with at least one lung collapsing, if his wheezing is anything to go by. His skin is cold and clammy when Jango manages to get a free hand onto his forehead, and despite years of having to patch up vode on the battlefield, Jango can’t tear his eyes from the blood that bubbles from his nose and drips down his face, staining his hair and making something dislodge in Jango’s chest. 

  “Hey, hey— Kid, hey, you with me?”

  Obi-Wan blinks and his face scrunches, but he can’t seem to focus on Jango as he tries to jerk himself free from Jango’s hand. Holding him down is going against everything Jaster had taught him about shock, but every commando he’s had to treat for it has been unconscious by now, and even when Obi-Wan’s strength gives out, going limp against the floor, he doesn’t pass out, instead staying aware of his own rattling wheezes. 

  His fingers twitch in Jango’s hand, blinking again and jerking under the palm on his forehead; somewhere behind them, a piece of furniture crashes. Jango can’t honestly remember the last time he’d seen Obi-Wan use the Force, for anything: they keep it on the downlow even around the Haat’ade, even with Ruusaan broadcasting her own sensitivity as a point of pride. And Jango has never asked, why Obi-Wan will paint his beskar’gam silver but then refuse to acknowledge his past with the Jedi.

  Something else crashes and Jango winces, moving to try and loosen Obi-Wan’s chestplate one-handed. It’s halfway through the process, with Obi-Wan’s jerking chest even more obvious, that Jango realises he isn’t going to survive it, if Obi-Wan dies like this. Force, he can’t take it if he dies like this.

  The faint hum of a jetpack is the only warning Jango gets before the door to the hut explodes under blasterfire, Ruusaan shouldering through the remains and looking like a vengeful goddess with charred armour and a slice on her cheek. 

  She drops on Obi-Wan’s other side, tossing her rifle away to put one palm over Obi-Wan’s heart, and the other on his right side over his ribs. Jango makes to pull away and let her take over, but as soon as he does, Obi-Wan starts to thrash again, and Ruusaan’s hand flies out to stop Jango.

  “Keep him calm,” she orders, brooking no argument, and Jango listens, grabbing Obi-Wan’s wrists again to settle in for seven of the worst minutes of his life — where Obi-Wan stops breathing entirely on them twice, and Ruusaan growls like a rancor before she manages to inflate both of his lungs properly. 

  Obi-Wan gasps on the sudden ability to inhale, eyes regaining some of their clarity, but he still can’t focus on either of them.

  Ruusaan is unsurprised, grabbing up her rifle to swing the strap back over his shoulder. “How far is the ship?” she demands, and Jango’s been a soldier since he was fourteen, he can fall in and defer to Ruusaan’s command, even accept her lead with relief. 

  “Just over the ridge,” he says, slamming his helmet back on and shouldering Obi-Wan’s blaster as Ruusaan picks him up like he weighs nothing, even in full beskar’gam. Bewildered and a little intimidated, Jango helps put both her and Obi-Wan’s helmets on as well — the dust storm clearly isn’t stopping, and they can’t stay here.

  He grabs Obi-Wan’s chestplate and follows Ruusaan back to their ship, and even though Obi-Wan is unconscious by the time they reach it, Jango is all too thankful to be able to close the hatch behind them. 

  In the medbay, he helps strip Obi-Wan of his armour, and then works on getting the blood off his face enough for a ventilator while Ruusaan rolls Obi-Wan’s flight suit down to his waist so she can get at his ribs.

  Jango can hardly look at him, at the patchwork of darkening lavender bruises and the way his chest scars stand out against his heated skin. Carefully lifting Obi-Wan’s head to slip on the ventilator mask, he wishes he could wash Obi-Wan’s face properly, there’s still so much dried and drying blood under his nose and down his cheeks, and he just wishes he understood what the kark is wrong with him.

  Instead of asking, Jango moves to get the bacta vaporiser set up while Ruusaan goes about checking Obi-Wan’s ribs for breaks. 

  Obi-Wan stirs when Jango is hooking up the second set of tubing to his mask, blinking blearily up at Jango as he freezes above him. They just sort of stare at each other for a moment, until Obi-Wan seems to get his bearings and relaxes under Ruusaan slowly dancing Force healing across his torso.

  Panic lodges in Jango’s throat as Obi-Wan makes several attempts to lift his hand, grunting in frustration. Ruusaan glares, but allows it when he can finally raise a loose fist to Jango’s chest, tapping over his beskar’ta in proxy of his own, thanking Jango like he had actually done anything, and Jango has to lean on the head of the bunk with both hands. 

  “K’atini,” Obi-Wan whispers, voice sounding like it’d gone through a woodchipper, and Jango thinks kriff that, this is worse than pain, and they shouldn’t have to watch this kriffing kid die because of it.

-

Mando’a:  shuk’la buirok — lit. “broken parent bond”, made up term for the real ability for a child to “divorce” their parent, legally labeling them as dar’buir or “no longer a parent”, which i’ve based on the term for spousal divorce shuk’la riduurok. Haat Mando’ade — lit. “true children of Mandalore”, True Mandalorians (slang shortened to Haat'ad/e)  beskar’gam — Armour made of beskar, “Mandalorian Iron” that was actually probably a steel alloy gai bal manda — Mando’a adoption ceremony, lit. “name and soul” buir — “parent”, gender neutral  vode — “brothers, comrades, siblings”, sing. vod, technically gender neutral but used most often in fandom as “brothers” beskar’ta — “iron heart”, the elongated hex-shape common in Mandalorian armour designs (great post here comparing them to katana tsuba). also called kar’ta beskar or “heart of the iron”. K'atini — “it is only pain”, used in the context of “get up. Keep going. You can and you will survive this.”

would gffa’s advanced medicine be able to perform mastectomies without scarring? yes. obi chose to keep his.

#star wars #fanfiction #crispy writes #prompt #prompt fill #ask #jangobi #k'atini 'verse #obi-wan kenobi #jango fett #jango fett/obi-wan kenobi #chronic illness written by author with relevant chronic illness #trans author #trans obi-wan #ruusaan kryze #alternate events at galidraan #haat mando'ade obi #mandalorian obi-wan #mando'a #mandalorian culture and customs #ask box is always open! #tw: blood #anon #prequel trilogy

[kirnet]

i realized ive never talked abt my holocron heist ocs so im dumping that here

the characters:

Njall Aukkuul - born and raised on Mandalore and inheriting his armor from his father in Death Watch, Njall works for an eclectic art deal and does whatever it takes for his client to be happy. While willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done, he’s still pretty level headed and compassionate.

Jetaida Okis - only a youngling during the Jedi purge, Jet was smuggled out of Coruscant by master Katha, a miraluka jedi archivist who’s force vision gave them just enough time to escape. For many years in secret, Katha trained Jet in the force and groomed her into becoming her archivist successor, until the inquisitors found and killed Katha and recruited a young Jet. already disillusioned with the Jedi from her master’s teachings, Jet took to her new job as a jedi hunter well enough until she realized the sith were unsustainable. Stealing as many sith artifacts as she could, Jet went into hiding, devoting her life to collecting all of the knowledge of the force, whether it be sith or jedi. She still has her inquisitor saber and made a second double bladed saber from parts from Katha’s and Pwir’s lightsabers, which she wields at the same time by floating them around with the force.

Zephyr Liloc - a nautolan jedi padawan during the jedi purge, Zephyr managed to survive for a time with his master Idenzo Pwir. unfortunately, pwir had a vision of Jet, who he had brought to the order as an infant, and Katha, his friend since he was a padawan, and went to try to find them. He failed to protect them from the inquisitors, leaving Zephyr by himself. He works in hiding as a mechanic and laborer while still trying to emulate the values of a jedi. He still has his blue lightsaber.

Odaahsa Seshroks - a spice runner and one of the the best pilots out of Nal Hutta, togruta Odaahsa could retire from the small fortune she’s earned herself but enjoys the thrill of running too much. She’s been happily married to Topa’koti for years, her gentle and calm nature balancing her wife’s agressive one.

Topa’koti - twi’lek Topa’koti (or Koti, if you’re Odaahsa) is a successful assassin for the Hutts who enjoys her work a little too much. The Butcher of Nar Shaddaa has little kindness for anyone but her wife, who she actively dotes on, though the other members of the crew may be worming their ways in. While she revels in violence, she can always be trusted to offer a creative and level headed approach to any problem.  

Bit - odaahsa’s reprogrammed destroyer droid from the clone wars, Bit doesn’t roll as well as they once used to but is still great at defending the ship and Odaahsa while the rest are away.  

the story:

set right before the mandalorian, while the republic and Jedi order are starting to rebuild. Njall’s boss comes across an ancient holocron and doesn’t quite understand what it is, but he knows he wants it open without the republic knowing. so, he hires Njall to find someone who can open it, which in turn leads Njall to bring on Koti and Odaahsa as partners in the assignment bc a fat paycheck was promised. They track down Jet, who is interested bc new force knowledge, so she opens it, revealing some ancient sith fuckery that would be very dangerous for anyone to know about, republic or sith. In an effort to find more information out about it, they run into Zephyr, who joins them bc 1) jet is alive??? and 2) he doesn’t want any ancient sith fuckery unleashed upon the galaxy.

they realize the only way theyre gonna get info on this ancient sith device is through other ancient sith holocrons, so they form a fucking heist team, stealing from other collectors and hidden temples until they compile enough knowledge to understand the threat (which im leaving vague bc im not clever enough to come up with something). They also fight over what should be done with these holocrons: Njall wants to give them to his boss, Jet wants to keep them, Zephyr thinks they should go to the new jedi order, Koti thinks it should be sold to the highest bidder, and Odaahsa thinks it should be destroyed before it can hurt anyone. 

Overtime, they become a found family and settle on creating an independent, uncensored library of all of the knowledge they collected from both the Jedi and the Sith. Jet serves as the archivist of the library, restoring and curating old artifacts so that any knowledge lost to time or the empire’s censorship can be brought back while still understanding the failings of the jedi. 

extra bits:

this is a convoluted way for me to dissect my thoughts on museums dont judge me lmao

njall and zephyr end up together. these bitches gay

jet has vitiligo on her scalp, turning parts of her hair white. Zephyr has a bunch of different spots like a leopard gecko. Their nicknames for each other since Jet was 2 is “stripes” and “spots”

Pwir also raised them like siblings and doted on Jet despite her NOT being his padawan. kind of like ahsoka and plo 

a common strat they use in heist evacuations is for njall to pick jet up while zooming around on his jetpack and she just lets her lightsabers fly all around them like a death helicoptor

#there is no obligation to read this lmao its a lot #ramblings #SOMEDAY I WILL MAKE CONTENT FOR YOU ALL #jet okis #njall #odaahsa #koti #zephyr liloc #long post