#i actually did some research on wookiepedia

[clu-ven]

Can you do the bad batch with chubby Togruta reader

this is my very first request so thank you anon for entrusting me with this!

1.4k words ! tw: mentions of weight throughout ! everything I got about the Togruta is from the Wookiepedia page !

quick note: these kinda lean in on the reader being a potential s/o for each batcher or at least somewhat romantically involved with them (apologies anon, I'm projecting)

HUNTER

Honestly, Hunter hasn’t given much thought to your physical appearance – both size and species wise. You’re you and to Hunter, that’s all that matters.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t considerate. Even though you’ve never really mentioned it to him, Hunter’s very protective of your unique attributes such as your head tails. He knows people can be overbearing, especially on Ord Mantell and so whenever he thinks someone is getting too close to you or about to touch your head tails (usually without asking you for permission), Hunter is quick to intervene.

And Maker help anyone who ever comments on your size. Hunter can let a lot of things slide, it’s something he’s grown up with thanks to the constant teasing from the Regs on Kamino but people teasing you?

Now that he can’t let slide.

He’s super protective and will always be there to comfort you on days you feel a little insecure. You, Omega and his brothers are the most important people in Hunter’s life and he will do everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and happy.

One of his favourite things to do after a stressful mission is hug you. Usually, Hunter isn’t too keen on affection after a tough mission, his senses being completely overworked but with you, it’s a rare comfort he genuinely enjoys. 

He loves to wrap his arms around you, to assure himself that you’re still here as you snuggle in by his chest and Hunter delicately places his head between your head tails. Whenever he does this, a relaxed smile automatically spreads across his face.

TECH

Before you both became close, Tech spent a lot of time researching Togruta culture. At the time, he wasn’t sure why but he wanted to impress you by knowing little niche things you’ve presumably grown up with. And damn did he do a lot of research, even mentioning traditions that died off decades before you were born and leaving you somewhat confused.

Your weight is something that has never concerned Tech. He knows you’re healthy and that’s all that matters to him in regards to weight. 

Besides, your thighs? You could smother him with them and he would die a happy man.

If you’re ever feeling insecure about your size, he’ll sit down with you and come up with some logistical solutions, laced with reassurance that you’re perfect the way you are and that you shouldn’t change your appearance unless it’s something you want.

While Tech knows he can’t study the complete ins and outs of how you feel about your body, he never hesitates to remind you that he loves you for you and that you shouldn’t feel the need to change for him or any other person.

Tech is very cautious when it comes to you joining them on any missions, your safety being a big concern of his. But don’t worry, he has a solution… and no, he’s not going to start banning you from coming on missions. Tech knows that you can decide whether you want to go on a mission by yourself and frankly, he would feel weird in banning you from joining them.

Instead, he takes some of his old helmets and repurposes them as a personalised helmet for you. Tech takes extra special care in cutting out holes big enough for your head tails to comfortably fit through. He knows this isn’t a perfect solution but for now, it’s a prototype.

WRECKER

While Wrecker is certainly muscular, his stature isn’t exactly the ‘norm’ among both clones and humans. And so he knows how it feels to be extra self-aware of your physical appearance, even if no one else is actually paying attention to it.  

Wrecker is a softie through and through so any deep conversations you want to have about your weight or species, he’ll be there to listen… he may not know what to say or any advice to give but he’ll always listen.

But just because Wrecker is a softie doesn’t mean he won’t become your sworn protector if anyone ever makes a comment about you. He can switch from a fun loving guy munching on some mantell mix to an intimidating menace in the matter of seconds.

He isn’t sure if it’s proper to say and for ages he never mentioned it out of fear of offending you but once you both become close, he just has to tell you how cool he thinks your brightly coloured skin and head tails are. Wrecker is a sucker for anything colourful, so you’re basically an angel to him.

Seriously, he’s pretty sure he heard a choir singing the first time he saw you.

You should’ve seen the look on Wrecker’s face when he heard the homeplanet to most Togruta, Shili, was pretty popular for making some of the galaxy's best (and most cheesiest) melodramatic holovids.

Binge-watching some of these holovids quickly becomes one of Wrecker’s favourite hobbies, adoring the idea of cuddling with you and getting invested in each holovid. Sometimes, Omega will even join you both, each of you making commentary on how obvious a plot twist is or how bad some of the acting is.

ECHO

You’re not the first Togruta Echo has come across and yet he knows very little about the Togruta culture. Ahsoka was taken to join the Jedi Order at a very early age so she never got to fully experience the Togruta lifestyle and consequently, Echo doesn’t know much about it. 

He’s very eager to learn, to appreciate your culture and see how your people live. He will spend hours sitting with you and listening intently to each and every detail you mention, as if there’ll be a quiz at the end. 

But if you don’t know much about your culture either, Echo doesn’t mind. The way he sees it, who is he to judge? If learning more about the Togruta culture is something you’re interested in then Echo is more than happy to learn with you and be there every step of the way, whether that be cooking customary foods or going hunting in the traditional Togruta way. 

As someone who wants to put on some more weight, Echo has never batted an eye to your chubbiness. Your weight is never something Echo has thought much about but he has to admit, he does adore how soft you are. He isn’t sure if that’s because of your weight or if it’s just you in general but cuddling with you is the single most relaxing thing he has ever experienced.

Seriously, you’ve made this man a cuddle monster and he isn’t complaining about it.

Ever since the Citadel, cuddling is something Echo never thought he would enjoy, mainly because of his hard equipment (no, not that, keep ya mind out of the gutter) but with you? It’s impossible not to adore it and let his insecurities melt away with your gentle touch.

When you’re both cuddling, his favourite thing to do is trace your face markings with his finger, giving you a surprise kiss on one of them just to make you giggle. After everything he’s been through, you give Echo the one thing he didn’t think he could attain; utter happiness.

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair knows you’re capable. You can defend, attack and patch up an injury pretty good so he doesn’t care about your size. As long as you’re capable then he’s content.

If you ever feel insecure, Crosshair gives you a look of utter confusion (which is damn adorable). You might as well be speaking Tusken to him. Crosshair thinks you’re attractive, he has always thought you’re attractive, so flaws? Where? He sees none.

Crosshair is usually an expert on keeping his emotions to himself but damn whenever you wear something skin tight that really shows off your curves, this man goes F E R A L. 

This is possibly the only time he could miss a target purely because he’s too distracted by you to properly focus his aim (but let’s be real, he’ll probably make sure to hit the target just to impress you).

Crosshair is a reserved guy but he takes note of a lot. He’s memorised how many stripes are on your head tails and how many markings you have on your face. This isn’t something he’s done intentionally but he spends so much time looking at you, he’s memorised it over time.

One thing Crosshair really appreciates is the Togruta culture's strong sense of unity and how important being together is (something he thinks his brother’s need to brush up on).

Your common values make him feel secure when you’re around and helps him open up to you. Crosshair always views the two of you as a team, a package deal where one will never leave the other behind.

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[elwenyere]

Hello! The conversation about careening had me wondering--how do you like to do research for your stories? Are there any topics or sources you particularly enjoy delving into or including in your work?

Hello, my friend!!! What a wonderful ask: thank you for these great questions.

After reflecting, I think I could describe my process as having two general categories: as-needed research and broader worldbuilding research.

The first category is a part of almost every fic I write, and it involves things like sourcing locations, verifying timelines, tracking down character names, and (very often) looking up what it feels like to receive various injuries. If it's a Star Wars fic, at least one Wookiepedia visit is a given (the raw materials page is a frequent hit). And there are likely to be a few other general internet searches I repeat several times ("aviation terms," for example, or "New Orleans plant life," depending on the fic and fandom).

The second category covers the exploratory reading and viewing I do for fics that involve more worldbuilding because they extend further outside (or completely outside) canon. The Codywan Pirate AU has me doing all kinds of targeted searches for naval ranks and sailing ship terminology, for example, but I've also been browsing maritime museums for descriptions of what life on ships was like from day to day (look at this cool page about sailor libraries and sailing literature!) and for images that give me a visual sense of the environment. I also love looking at digitized resources through academic libraries. When @festiveferret and I were collaborating on Citation Needed, an MCU professor AU in which history prof Tony is writing a monograph about weapons development during WWII, I used the online special collections at University of Massachusetts - Amherst to learn what the primary documents (enlistment records, ration cards, etc.) featured in the fic would look like. (Ferret then did incredible edits for the epistolary portion of the fic: this post has the collected documents.)

In a couple cases it's actually been the research that has come first and inspired the fic. The initial ideas for Separation, for example, which is a Top Gun fic that leans into the context of the AIDS crisis in the 80s and 90s, came from prep that I'd been doing for a queer literature class, so I was listening to music by queer bands in the period, reading poetry and essays about queer life in NYC and San Francisco (including this piece that discusses Nan Goldin, Thom Gunn's The Man with Night Sweats, "The Fall of 1992" by Randall Mann, and Alexander Chee's essay "After Peter"), and watching the documentary How to Survive a Plague, about the ACT UP movement. Much of that research informed the choices I made in writing the fic, even if it doesn't all appear directly.

Finally, I should confess that I am pretty self-indulgent with my fic research: I spend a lot of time studying and tracking things down when it's a subject I find interesting and/or when having more information will allow me to texture the choices I'm making in ways I personally find compelling; but I am also very unfussed about leaving other things vague or about fudging some details in service of the story. It's not at all out of the ordinary for me to spend 30 minutes looking up the names of camera models that hit shelves in 1991 and then write a sentence that says "when he gets off the carrier in mid-July, he goes to the mall" without specifying which carrier or which mall, because I couldn't be bothered to figure out the military logistics involved. This is one of the joys of writing fic for me: freedom to pour energy into those areas where research helps get me closer to things I want to discover and describe.

Thank you again for the terrific asks, my friend!!! This was very fun to write. <3<3<3

#writing #my process (only sometimes derogatory) #thank you for the lovely asks!!!

[photogirl894]

Fanfiction asks

11, 21, 83, 98

Hey thanks, Deathy!! 🥰

11. What’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? Also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I haven't had to do as much research for fanfic as much as I have for my Bad Batch one! Like, holy shit 😅 When you're writing for a HUGE galaxy like that, you gotta make sure you get your facts straight about a lot of things! I think the most interesting thing I learned was that there's a connected history between the planets Tatooine and Bestine. A ship of Bestine colonists crashed on Tatooine and those people ended up settling the city of Eisley, which later became Mos Eisley. They ship they crashed on was later transformed into a hotel. Pretty neat, huh? Wookiepedia has been my friend through all of this! 😁😁

I also found a pretty canon accurate galaxy map with most of the planets in Star Wars, so it's been fun and challenging to look through it and locate all the planets we've seen or heard of so far as well as see where they all are. It's fun to see what planets are closer together in some areas. Because of that, I found out that Skako Minor is actually pretty close to Coruscant and I couldn't help think, "Rex must feel so guilty cuz all that time he thought Echo was dead, Echo was so close to him!!"

21. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

You and me, let's write a book on how to adopt our mutuals and co-parent them 😜

83. Less is more or more is more?

Hmm depends. Straight and to the point works sometimes, but if you really wanna sell something in a scene, then you gotta give them more!

98. What don’t you like about your writing style?

I feel like I use more dialogue than descriptive language to keep a scene moving, but no one's ever complained about it, so I assume my readers don't mind. That and I feel sometimes I don't quite know how to describe some things like actions or emotions so it just turned into "he did this" or "she said that and then did this", like just straightforward without any sort of descriptive language. I don't know 🤷‍♀️

Ask game for fanfic writers

[queer-starwars-bracket]

i went to check and it looks like for the eirami queen battle, the phase ii queens won yay!! but maybe for the next round just to keep in mind, their names are actually adrialla and odelia, and i do have to read the book again to double check but i don't think...? that adrialla was using thylefire scorpion poison, i think she was using the scorpions native to her own planet, but i know wookieepedia for some reason is saying it's the thylefire scorpions too so maybe i'm the crazy one!!

anyways i know that's just a bit nitpicky so don't even worry about it, i mostly just wanted to let you know about their names 😅

Misspelling Odellia's name has already been brought to my attention, but no one else has caught I got Adrialla's name wrong as well, so thank you.

As for the poison, I did actually do a double take seeing it labeled as thylefire scorpion poison. Why would the people of E'ronoh be so concerned about the weaponization of a venom endemic to their planet? But at the same time it sounded right. So I double checked Convergence, as I should have in the first place and found this:

“There’s a research facility here,” Phan-tu said. “I thought it’d been shut down when the war first broke out. But when I saw the body, it looked so familiar. The thylefire scorpions on E’ronoh may not be poisonous, but the ones on Eiram are. The death looked like an extreme reaction to something that should be survivable.”

There are thylefire scorpions on both planets, which the page for thylefire scorpion on Wookiepedia also clarifies. They're both called thylefire scorpions, but for future clarity I did change it to "Eirami Thylfire scorpion poison".

Thank you to everyone who has noticed and pointed out mistakes so far. I hope I don't make any that effect the result of the poll, but please point all of them out to me. I'm dealing with a lot of material, in areas of the franchise that often don't have fully written Wookiepedia articles. I also can't reread every relevant source material the way I normally would for something like writing fan fic. Mistakes are going to be inevitable, especially since only one person is managing most of the description writing.

As for results, I'll make a brief announcement post whenever the polls for that day officially end.

-absolxguardian

#asks #anon #mistakes #update

[transmalewife]

💻 📥 🍰??

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

I do, but at the wrong moments. I've gone down many a wookiepedia rabbit holes to find out what a tatooinian rabbit would be called for an offhand line, but when it comes to writing mechanics or fighting i tend to just wing it. although, fun fact, I wrote sabine having an idea on how to make a spaceship work once, and I thought it was utterly ridiculous and unbelievable, until i found out months later the actual space shuttles used something very similar

last year when i was deeply depressed and writing constantly to escape my problems i was just constantly watching and rewatching the movies and relevant clone wars episodes as research, so that was a deep deep dive into a kiddie pool i suppose.

Oh also for the as yet unfinished sequel to my gomens fic I really really tried to learn more about slavic prechristian religion and witchcraft but unfortunately that culture has been thoughroughly erased by a thousand years of christianity and n*zis appropriating whatever was left. I'm being a touch dramatic there are books that have the information I want, but I just don't care enough about a two year old good omens wip to read them.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

How to build a friend from scratch, hands down. That fic hovers around a 1:1 comment to kudos ratio whenever I actually update it which is incredible. Nearly no one has read it but the few people who did have started the most interesting discussions in the comments and it's always really entertaining to see how delighted people are with seeing a fic centered on sabine and vader. And I truly feel like i've stumbled on something really good with the premise and its definitely an untapped niche. theres still only 3 vader & sabine fics on ao3, just like when i started it, and two of them are mine. Getting comments on that feels like a private little thing, compared to other fics. Like we're all in on the joke.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

I don't read much fanfic these days, but anything black sails by vovelinthug is always guaranteed to captivate and destroy me emotionally. Idk if i mentioned that before but I have absolutely no wish to write bs fic, because I feel like the story is too good, too well rounded for anything I have to say to be worth addding. And the power that a writer has, who is able to perfectly slot their work into that kind of story, without it seeming disjointed, is incredible. before the last season came out, and even after, every time I rewatch the show, i immediately follow it with st. augustine is that way In my mind they are just one story.

I just remembered hands of clay by mhalachai being something very comforting, that I read over a period of years as it was posted. I lost interest in marvel at some point, or the fic just got too long for my patience, so I never finished it, but i definitely want to one of these days. one of the few modern, domestic aus of anything that i actually enjoyed.

If you're looking for star wars, then tano and kenobi by fireflyfish is very important to me, and has been for years. it definitely influenced my own writing a lot and i even have an unposted wip directly inspired by it in premise. although that's another one I just sort of drifted away from at some point. I'm mostly caught up, I think, but I apparently just don't have the attention span to stay loyal to a fic beyond 200k.

as always my ask game reading comprehension sucks, I was supposed to name one. but the thing is, most of what I read is not very comforting, and usually oneshots, so they don't really stick in my mind well enough to point to one specific one and say this one, this is my favorite, even though i like oneshots much more than multichapter fics.

#ask #anon #ask game #my writing #lets keep this going im having fun and getting reminded of ideas i had to finish fics

[intergalactic-padawan]

Of grumpiness and candy stashes

Requested: yes, by a lovely anon who encouraged me to put pen to paper once again

Warnings: none, except for the lack of beta read and my rust ater YEARS of not writing. Hope you like it, and if not, please be kind in the comments (if you feel like writing one, at least)

A/N: Hello everybody! Thanks to a lovely anon who requested a story about Ezra and Kanan taking care of the reader while she’s on her period, I decided that even if it took me like, 3+ days and 4 different drafts I’d try to do it. Sorry if it’s not what you wanted, but i hope you like it!

Pronouns of reader: she/her

*ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! I make mistakes just like everybody else 😉*

The plan had been simple when you all designd it last night: Hera would be taking Chopper, Sabine and Zeb for a mission while the Ghost hovered on the atmosphere, ready to swoop in if needed.

What had'nt been on your plans though, was to wake up irritated by the sound of your own breath and bleeding out of your lower regions. You normally don't wake up this early and grumpy, but your latest sleep cycles hadn't been very regular to start with. The anxiety, the insomnia, the motion sickness, even the pimple that randomly popped up on your belly should have been obvious signs of the times to come, but you had just been too busy to prepare; now, you were facing the wrath of nature in a swarm of hormones that made it near impossible to wait for Kanan and Ezra to wake up while you prepared your favourite period comfort food: crunchy honey flavoured cereal soaked in bantha milk.

You knew how unpleasent you could be in this state, so the best solution was to eat quickly, go back to your room and hope for the best - it being them not even noticing you had stayed on the ship.

But, considering your average luck, it souldn't have taken you a total of 5 minutes to know this wasn't going to work, though. As they loudly entered the kitchen, you made sure to remember the meditative guidelines the older man had taught you a few months earlier:

Breathe in, don't freak out, breathe out.

Breathe in, don't freak out, breathe out.

-"oh, there she is! Hey, Ezra and I were thinking of going to train for a while outside. Is that ok?"

You balled your fists under the table, for once in your life hoping they would put their jedi abilities to good use and read your mind, which was screaming at them to go away.

-"fine by me" - you shrug - "but I won't take the bame if you fall off the ship to certain doom"

The usual joking tone you used when delivering these sorts of lines wasn't there, wich left them both a bit uneasy and unsure of how to act.

Ezra was starting to feel a bit insecure now. Earlier, he had devised the perfect plan for that day before he entered the kitchen with his master: he wanted to get some time alone with you on the sky after training, to hopefully impress you with his saber skills. Kanan would get a check-up call from Hera, Sabine and Zeb after a while, giving the two of you the perfect time frame to bond among the clouds without anyone suspecting a thing.

-"Um... I was- we were actually wondering if you'd like to maybe go with us?" - The hopeful tone in his voice didn't slip by unnoticed to Kanan, but it appeared that you just weren't having it today.

-"It's a good idea." - Kanan offered - "Breathing some fresh air might be good for all of us, we rarely get to stop and do it anymore between hyperspaces and command ships"

-"Thanks for the offer, I'm honoured you'd think of me" - you forced a smile, breathing deeply to keep your emotions in check.

-"So, you're coming along?" - Ezra tried one more time

-"As I said, thanks for thinking of me. But i think I just want to stay in my room for a while, sorry."

Right on cue, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach that indicated a tampon change was due.

-"Good luck out there though, and may the force be with you or whatever." - You rushed out of the kitchen, leaving your bowl unwashed in the sink. Rule of the crew or not, you could wash it later; all you needed now was to raise your legs and not think about nature's punishment for you deciding not to have children.

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...x...

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-"I don't know, Hera" , Ezra says to the blue hologram on top of the table. "I'm not the only one who thinks she's been acting kinda weird today"

-"Exactly" Kanan nodded from behind his padawan "she didn't even want to eat anything with us today, ran through our honey flavoured cereal like they were expiring in a week"

Hera turned her head for a moment, pensive.

-"Have you maybe considered the possibility that she's... on her period?"

To be honest, Eza had no idea what she meant by that, much less why Kanan gasped in realization and facepalmed like it was the most obvious thing and it had slipped right through him.

-"I'm normally not one to assume, she could just be needing some alone time." The twi-lek put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebows "You two sure know how to drive someone crazy, after all"

Ezra was about to interject, but kanan broke him off before he could say anything:

-"Well, it is a possibility. Did she say anything to Sabine?"

-"uh, to be honest kanan," Ezra interrupted, worried about the tone the conversation was taking "I have no idea what you two are talking about. What even is a period? Is she sick?" Hera widened her eyes and let out a small chuckle

-"Well, maybe I should leave you two gentlemen to have this uh... much needed talk. Good luck love" she rushed to end the call before kanan could protest.

His master pursed his lips, looking for words to pop out of the air anywhere but in Ezra's direction. The boy waited, looking patient on the outside but absolutely freaking out on the inside; it hadn't been even a whole day yet! She couldn't be sick of them already, could she? Kanan finally spoke before he could dwell too much on these thoughts, probably sensing his apprentice's worries.

-"So, Ezra... uh- can you tell me what you know about the reproductive system of most biologically female species?"

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...x...

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-Pain.

Pain on your head, pain on your legs, pain on your abdomen and pain on organs you didn't even knew could hurt. You were hungry and nauseated, thirsty but too tired to even think of moving your legs. The ground hurt your feet... Since when was the ghost so cold?

You shuffeled your feet a bit until you were covered by heavy blankets, but it didn't last very long until you started sweating and threw them off the bed. Karabast, you'd have to pick them up later.

-"That's why future me doesn't like me at all" - you mumbled, shifting on the bed until you found a position that didn't feel like loth cats were scratching you from the inside while a million banthas danced and jumped erractically on top of you.

"Probably the same reason Kanan and Ezra have been keeping their distance the whole day too" you thought, guilt washing over you for being the biggest pain in the ass the poor men had to endure.

The rational part of you said that you had been driving them away for a few hours because everything they did somehow irritated you and the best logical solution was to isolate yourself until the rage passed; based on past experiences, that was the best solution you could come up with.

Most of your thoughts since you shut the door, however, said that you were overreacting and that they were completely in the right to hate you for everything you'd done.

"but what have I done to them? i haven't even spent any time with other people since my uterus decided to reenact the clone wars and I had to shut myself off not to explode"

"exactly. Now they probably think you hate them too"

The thought of hurting their feelings stung more that you liked to admit. You had been growing closer to Ezra these last days, and he seemed to like your company as much as you enjoyed his. You were hoping to get some time to talk to him away from everybody else for the first time today, but the universe just had other plans, apparently.

-"well, it's now or never" You groaned, dragging your legs out of the bed. You needed painkillers now, or else you would be useless when the rest of the crew returned at the end of the day.

You finally opened your door fully expecting the other ghost members to be distant, and rightfully so. You were also expecting them to fuss over you - and you prepared yourself to be as patient as possible, maybe even explain why you had been acting the way you did. What you weren't expecting though, was to see them both with piles and piles of pillows and junk food by your door, ready to knock.

-"Heeey, you're back on your feet!" - Kanan exclaimed a bit awkwardly, but mostly excited, after a few moments of stunned silence by the three of you.

-"I am" -you replied cheerfully, but still a bit confused - "still standing, yes. Sorry, were you knocking? I didn't hear"

-"Oh, no, we didn't get to" - Ezra throws the pillows on the ground - "you opened the door before we could."

-"Ok, so what are you doing here? " - you stopped yourself before anything else you said could come out in that accustory tone.

-"I mean, what is..." - you gesture at the boxes of cereal kanan had along with 5 water bottles on this other hand. - "all this?"

-"We thought maybe you needed some water, after an entire day in there" - Kanan offered you your designated mug, which you gratefully took a sip of.

-"Not that it's a problem! Not at all- I mean, we miss you, but we understand you needed some alone time... by yourself. Without us. Or anyone."

You smiled softly, realizing they'd figured out what was going on and grateful they were trying to be as gentle as they could. You really had to be the luckiest person in the entire galaxy.

-"We were just passing by to give you some snacks and to ask if you wanted to join us in the living room for a movie session" - Kanan continued, reassured by your smile -"We're watching this new musical Sabine recommended."

-"we also have candy!" your smile only grew bigger as Ezra took a small box full of colourful treats from his pockets. Were those...?

-"Correlian Favourites of the force? You bet!"

-"Alright, you convinced me" - you picked up the blankets he'd dropped, laughing when he tried to do the same and your foreheads bumped - "but I want the purple ones!"

You snatched the package and ran through the small corridors of the ghost until he tackled you in an embrace, not even trying to get the candies back, Kanan noticed.

Huh. Perhaps the chance for a nice bonding experience wasn't completely ruined for the day yet.

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...x...

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You lay on the floor surrounded by fluffy blankets, with soft hands running through your hair. Kanan was fast asleep behind you, and the movie wasn't even close to ending yet.

-"hey, Ezra?" - you heard him humming in response as he shifted closer

-"where did you get these candies from again? i thought you'd ran out of them in like a week or so"

he flashed a mischevious grin, looking around like anyone could be overhearing

-"can you keep a secret?" you nodded, giggling

-"they were from zeb's stash"

You gasped excitedly and he quickly shushed you, eyes darting to kanan to make sure he really wasn't listening.

-"Ezra, he's gonna kill you if he finds out!" - you just couldnt stop laughing, and his hands now moved from your lips to your shoulders as he tried to contain his laughter as well

-"Well, he's not gonna know if you don't tell him!" - he winked - "plus, for you, it's totally worth it".

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[pascalpanic]

ok can i request a din djarin x reader where the reader is a badass but usually seduces her bounties to capture them, and din is both jealous and confused (bc she could kick anyone’s ass) and she whips out the line “don’t work for misogyny, make misogyny work for you” thank you so so much

Atin’la (Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Summary: Being a female bounty hunter is a pain in the ass. When you meet a Mandalorian man and begin traveling with him, you meet seemingly the only man in the bounty hunting trade that respects women. Too bad he’s a hopeless romantic too.

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, alcohol, misogyny, threats of violence, mentions of weapons, Din doesn’t know how to emotion. rude terms to address a female (whore, bitch, etc.)

A/N: I had so much fun working on this request you guys! Fic requests are definitely open if inspiration strikes any of y’all. The bounty they capture in the later part is a Zabrak! I did some research into different humanoid species, and for reference, Zabraks are the species with a ring of horns on their head; the most notable one is Darth Maul. I linked the wookiepedia page here so you can get a feel for what they look like if you aren’t familiar with the species. 

atin’la- tough

Being a bounty hunter and a woman is much harder than being one or the other.

Sexism runs rampant in circles dominated by men, and bounty hunting was certainly one of those circles. Finding a man impartial to women was the best you could get in hopes of employment, a man who actually gave a shit about the women was a dream. 

Luckily, you’d happened across a man who seemed to see directly past gender. A man who you weren’t even sure was a human, covered in beskar and refusing to even tell you his name. He asked you to call him Mando, and that was that.

You’d happened upon the man during a bounty hunt. You were an independent contractor, working for yourself. You’d pick up pucks from slain hunters, more often than not, or you’d run a spare job for Karga or his rivals. Money was the number one concern for you, over loyalty to a certain guild or a certain code.

The hunt was going somewhat easily. It all changed when you looked down and found a tiny green being sipping soup. It smiled cutely at you with tiny white teeth and you abandoned your mission for a moment to give the little thing a scratch on its head. He seemed to appreciate that, leaning into your touch and slipping his wide brown eyes closed.

The being’s father didn’t like that. You looked up to find a beskar-clad, broad-shouldered man pointing a pulse rifle at you. “Step away from the child.”

“Relax,” you said quickly, putting your hands in the air. “I’m not here for him.”

“How do I know that?” The modulated voice growled at you. 

“I’m an independent bounty hunter. Let me show you.” You grabbed a puck and tossed it to the man, who skillfully caught it while balancing his pulse rifle, aiming it directly at your heart. The man- well, you assumed it was a man- pressed the button, illuminating the dark alley with a holographic image of a mythrol. “See? It was registered to Jido Korden. He’s dead now. I stole the puck from his body.”

The black slit in the helmet looked from the puck back up at you. “You’re not Guild?”

“No,” you laughed. “Why bother working for one side when you can keep your opportunities open?” You asked, a smirk on your face. 

He shook his head. “I was assigned to this mythrol too.”

“That’s too damn bad, Mandalorian,” you shrugged and walked closer, snatching the puck back from his palm. “Unless you want to work together,” you snorted as you pocketed the little round piece, turning off the hologram. You looked down at the kid again. “Nice meeting you, squirt,” you hummed to the kid and scratched its head before turning to walk away. 

“Independent, huh?” The Mandalorian asked, lowering his pulse rifle.

You stopped in your tracks. “Yeah. What about it?”

“You have skills. I’ve seen your image before.”

“Better not have been on a bounty puck.” You crossed your arms and turned around. “Where is this going?”

“I… am in need of crewmates. This kid is a kriffing handful, and I can’t keep watching him and running bounties. It’s just not working out.”

“That sucks,” you shrugged. “Is this an offer?” He stared at you for a second, unreadable. His visor stared directly into your face. “Yes. Come work with me. We’ll take turns running bounties and staying on my ship with the kid.”

“Oh, you have a ship,” you raised an eyebrow as you looked up and down his body. “I’m not a working girl, you do know that?”

“Of course I know that,” the man said, annoyance evident in his modulated tone. “This is not a… partnership of that kind.”

You bit your lip and tilted your head as you looked at the man, the child, and back to the man. “50/50 split of payment.”

“60/40.”

“Don’t make me negotiate a higher rate,” you chuckled. “50/50.”

“Fine.”

You smiled. “Looks like you’ve got a partner, Mandalorian,” you said, hands on your waist. You walked closer and offered him a hand. He took it and you shook on the deal. You introduced yourself and he nodded. “What’s your name?” You asked.

“You can call me Mando.”

-

That was how your partnership with Mando began. Now, you’ve worked together for a few weeks. His missions tend to run longer than yours, taking upwards of a week. That leaves you on the ship with the child more, but it’s nice. It’s almost fun to pretend domesticity when the Mandalorian man is gone, playing with the child.

Green bean, baby boy, cutie, kiddo, nugget. The kid had many names under your care. You wonder if Mando ever calls him sweet names when you’re the one gone. You hum to the child and put him in his little knit hammock, hanging above the technically-shared bunk. It’s not really yours or Mando’s. One of you sleeps in it when the other is on the mission. One side has a small shelf with some of your belongings- your glasses, wax for chapped lips, a durasteel flask for water. The other is bare. That’s Mando’s side. 

The child is asleep, and you’re curled up against the back wall of the bunk, reading something on a holopad. Your home planet has a newsfeed you can stream, and you smile softly as you scroll through it. You take a sip of water from the metal flask and hear the child stirring. He wants to be near you, you can tell, as he reaches out a tiny three-fingered hand toward you. 

Shaking your head, you chuckle. “Alright, bud. Come here,” you allow, and the child jumps from his hammock onto your stomach, causing you to make a soft oof as he lands on you. The child giggles and crawls up your body, cuddling in against your chest. You set down the holopad and stroke the child’s big ears. He makes a little coo of happiness, snuggling in and closing his eyes. As much as you’d tried to get the child to sleep in his hammock, every night was like this. He wanted to be held and sung to and kissed between his big eyes. He was a baby, you suppose. You wonder if Mando indulges the child by doing this when it’s just him and the child.

As you close your eyes, you find yourself thinking about the Mandalorian. You liked him, you had to admit, making you smile placidly at the backs of your eyelids. He had a dry sense of humor. He was good to you. He’d indulge in conversation with you between the times one of you would go out on a hunt. He’d listen to you talk and comment along on your stories. He was good at domestics, you’d notice when you came back from your turn hunting. He’d wash and fold the child’s brown robes and his own capes, would polish his weapons and sometimes you could even smell remnants of cooking in the hull of the ship. 

Yes, you have to admit, you like Mando. He’s a good man. He treats you and his little green son well. In response to his kindness, you do what you can for him. You get treats at the marketplace with the child and leave them on his pilot’s seat for him to find. You polish his beskar for him at night when he sleeps, in just a helmet and his flight suit, up in the cockpit whenever the two of you are both aboard the ship. You write him notes of thanks and tuck them around the ship for him to find.

You fall asleep thinking about the man, the enigma shrouded in beskar and dark clothing, while you held the child close to your chest.

-

Mando likes you too. He smiles when he finds a note from you tucked in his pack he carries on missions. He snacks on the candies that you get for him, and even shares them with the child. He falls asleep in the same bunk, thinking about you, the child nestled alongside him. 

When he’s on a hunt, he thinks about you and the child constantly. He wonders if you ever think about him the way he thinks about you. He wonders if you consider him a friend. He views you as one. He pictures the way your eyes twinkle when you and the child get into mischief. He thinks about the way you laugh at his dry humor, the way you send a snarky comment right back at him. The way you’re good to him. The way he secretly yearns for you, for your touch, for your lips and your arms around him. 

Now, as he’s dragging a knocked-out twi’lek back to the ship, he hopes you’re asleep. He hopes he can catch a glimpse of how relaxed you look when you sleep, the way your nose twitches when you’re dreaming and you press kisses to the child’s head in moments of half-consciousness. He hopes he doesn’t wake you as he lowers the Crest’s ramp and walks up, quietly as he possibly can. The carbonite freezer is loud, and it wakes you. “Mando?” You call as you hear it, sitting up.

“Just me, cyar’ika.” 

You don’t know what the word means, but Mando loves to address you by the title. It probably means bitch or snarky one or sassy, you sometimes think. “How did it go?” You ask as you hear the heavy footsteps of the man come to the end of bunk. 

“Easily. He was hard to find but easy to take down.”

“The best kind. More time away from me,” you tease, rubbing your eyes and looking at the hulking man, the red and blue lights from various appliances just barely illuminating his shape. 

“You like it that way, I’m sure,” he teases back, sitting on the end of the bed and stripping off the beskar, setting it on the floor with a clunk. 

“Actually…” you trail off, smiling a little. “I was thinking we could do the next hunt together. I’d like to see your style. My next one is on Tatooine, we could leave the child with Peli. She adores him.”

He turns to look at you. It’s unbearably domestic, your hair messy and your shoulders bare in your sleeping camisole and soft legs visible with the shorts you wear, your glasses slipping down your nose. It’s hard to believe you’re a bounty hunter in this moment, he thinks to himself. You look so delicate and warm and soft. The opposite of him, rough and rude and harsh. “Who’s Peli?” he asks after a moment.

“Mando!” You laugh and smack his bare arm. “The lady with the wild hair. She runs the hangar?”

“That’s her name?”

“Yes, you bantha,” you grin and shake your head. “Her name is Peli. I cannot believe you.”

The child awakens at the noise and makes a noise of excitement as he sees Mando. “Hey, kid,” the Mandalorian chuckles and picks up the child, setting him on his lap. The child hugs him and Mando gives a soft laugh as he hugs him back, lightly. 

“Go back to sleep, cyare. I’ll pilot us to Tatooine and you can finally show me how terrible you are at bounty hunting.” He pats your calf softly, with an ungloved hand, and you do your best not to shiver at the touch of his strong hands on your bare skin. 

“You get some rest too,” you tell him with a soft smile, placing your hand on top of his. Your fingers are so much smaller than his, so much more delicate, and you trace the tips along the back of his hand. He nods and stands, setting the child back down next to your side. You lie back down and cuddle the child into your chest, trying not to think about how strong and warm his hand felt on your skin.

-

Once you arrive on Tatooine, you suit up. Your hair is slicked back to the best of your abilities, and your glasses are replaced with contacts. You pull on your skin-tight black tank top and black cargo pants, strapping your holster belt around your waist, slinging your ammunition belt over your shoulder, where it rests between your breasts. You strap one blade to your thigh and another to your upper arm, and pull on your trusted combat boots. You’re ready. “You can come down,” you shout up to Mando, who’s been patiently waiting in the cockpit for you to get changed. 

The man climbs down the ladder in his full beskar. Tatooine is a hot planet, so he’s omitted the cape for this mission. You can see a peek of skin when he moves his head, showing a little bit of tanned skin, and it makes you bite your lip and turn away. “You ready?” You ask him as you sling his backup pulse rifle- which you’ve claimed as yours now- over your shoulder.

He nods. “Looks like you are too.” The child has already been left with Peli, so everything is set. He walks closer to you and removes one of his metal vambraces, strapping it to your arm. It looks odd against your bare skin, only ever having seen it against the dark material of Mando’s flight suits or duraweave shirts. “This button,” he says and points to a triangular button, “is the comm in case we get separated.”

“You’re gonna be the one needing it,” you tease, pressing the button on his other vambrace. It makes a screeching feedback sound from being so close to the other receiver and you wince before pressing it again to turn it off.

“Sure I will,” he chuckles. 

“Show me the puck one more time?” You ask, looking up into the black T of his helmet. He nods and pulls it out, pressing the hologram. It’s a male Zabrak with a name listed beneath: Gar Thalcyon. Crimes: Bail Jumping, Resisting Arrest, Grand Theft X-Wing. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Men are easy,” you chuckle and take the puck, putting it in a pocket of your cargo pants. “Let’s go.” You walk out of the ship, leading Mando along.

You walk through the crowded marketplace of Tatooine, the Mandalorian man trailing behind you. Your head is held high. You don’t necessarily fit in; many Tatooinians wear robes and hoods to hide from the sun, but you obviously didn’t bother. The Mandalorian behind you most definitely doesn’t belong, attracting stares, but he doesn’t mind either. He’s used to it. 

Mos Eisley is, unfortunately, a dead end, you two discover after a day of searching. The bounty puck never indicates that you’re in the right location. Both you and Mando decide to get dinner at a cantina in town before you move on tomorrow. That’s what led the two of you to where you are: sitting in a more secluded booth, watching the cantina’s patrons get drunker by the minute. 

You’re sipping a bright pink cocktail, and Mando watches the world around the two of you, sneaking glances through his visor at you. “Isn’t this a little irresponsible for a mission?” You chuckle, swirling the skewer of fresh berries sitting in the glass in front of you. 

“He’s not around here. We’re not on mission time now,” he shrugs. 

“Oh, so is this like a date?” You tease with a smile. 

Mando freezes for a second. You hope you haven’t offended him somehow, but he tilts his head as he watches you. “Do you want it to be one?”

You bite your lip and swirl your drink faster. “I don’t know. It’s a little impractical for coworkers, for co-bounty hunters, is it not?” You chuckle, but there’s no humor in your voice as your throat goes dry. 

“It would be,” he nods in agreement. “But our job is only a contract between us. One that can be amended.”

You have a shy smile as you look up at him. “Do you want it to be one, Mando?” You ask. 

He’s silent for a moment. You mentally curse the beskar for hiding his expressions from you. 

“I do,” he finally acknowledges. 

The smile on your face breaks into a grin. “Then I guess we’re on our first date,” you laugh, sipping your neon-colored drink with a smile you can’t get off your face. “I suppose if we’re dating, I should know your name,” you ask him. 

It’s the first time you’ve pushed. You’ve never asked him to take off his helmet, never asked why he didn’t. You’ve been kind and caring and patient and damn, he wants to tell you so bad, but his eyes drift to the side and he sees a Zabrak walk in, and he immediately recognizes him as your target. 

Mando nods to the side. “Take him down and I’ll tell you.”

You look where he nodded and frown. “So much for a date,” you pout and look back at Mando. Sighing, you pick up your drink and stand. “Just know that I only have feelings for you, okay?” You ask, a hand on his shoulder as you walk to his side. 

“...Okay,” he nods, and you walk off, an extra sway in your hips. You may be wearing cargo pants, but your tight top and cinched belt accentuate your body. You’re gorgeous, Mando has to admit. 

The man sits at the bar and you pull up a stool next to him, smiling a little and sipping at your brightly colored drink. “Hey there.”

The man’s eyes look you up and down, and he licks his lips with an odd colored tongue. “Hey yourself. What’s your name, pretty thing?” He asks with hungry eyes. 

You need a cover name and you need it quick. “Manda,” you blurt with a smile, trying to hold back a laugh at the fact that you literally picked your date’s name- well, the one you know him by- but slightly augmented.

You rest your hand on the bar and the man picks up your hand, kissing your knuckles. “You can call me Gar.”

“Hello, Gar,” you giggle and bat your eyes at him. “What’s a man like yourself doing on Tatooine, hm?” You ask him, swirling your drink and sipping it as you look at him with doe eyes. 

He shrugs and looks forward, signaling the bartender for a drink. “I’m a wanted man, my dear,” he says with a salacious smile. 

He sure fucking is, you think to yourself, and you can’t help but snort. Maker, men are ridiculously easy targets. Your plays into your theme, at least. “Oh, and for what?” You ask, leaning in closer. You sneak a sedative dart from a pocket of your pants, holding it in the hand beneath the bar. 

“Stole an x-wing right off a Resistance base,” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that so?” You giggle, eyes wide. “How did you do that?”

He’s about to launch into a spiel when you stab the tranquilizer dart into the back of his hand. “Actually, don’t bother. I already know,” you chuckle, face close to his. He makes a noise of agony and surprise at the needle in his hand, and his body starts slumping. “Never lead by saying you’re a criminal,” you murmur next to his ear and stand, wrapping one of his arms around you and forcing him to walk along with you. 

“You’re a wanted man alright,” you chuckle as you walk out of the bar. You press the button on your comm. “Headed to the Crest. Cover our tab?” You ask into the vambrace. 

There’s a beat of silence. “Already on it, cyare,” the Mandalorian’s voice speaks through the beskar plate on your forearm. “How did you-

“Don’t work with misogyny, make misogyny work for you,” you grunt into the metal and drop your arm. 

The man groans as you drag him along. He looks drunk to anyone else, just barely coherent. “Fuckin’ bitch. Mandalorian’s little whore, huh?” he slurs at you, weakly trying to wrestle free of your grip but failing.

You push him into a nearby wall, twisting his arm at an impossible angle. “Try it again and I rip the horns from your head one by one,” you hiss into his ear.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he whimpers and you let him go, pulling him into the earlier position.

Peli’s hangar is only a short distance away. As you enter, the green toddler squeals in excitement and runs over to you. “Hey cutie,” you laugh as you see him. Peli isn’t far behind. “Go sit with Peli a little longer, let me get this guy in the ship, okay baby?” You tell him, and he obeys, waddling back to Peli, who gives you a little wave.

“Goddamn,” the Zabrak man groans. “That mando is green under there, then? How could you fuck something like that-”

“I can and will slit your throat right now and let you bleed out. You want your life?” You murmur, grabbing the blade from your thigh and holding it to his neck. He nods frantically. “Then shut the fuck up,” you grunt to him and haul him up the ramp, into the carbonite freezer. He begs and pleads until the hiss of the freezer begins and the man is sealed. “Thank the fucking Maker,” you groan as the words stop. 

You climb back down the ramp to find Mando already holding the child and paying Peli. He thanks her one last time and you take the baby from Mando’s arms. “Were you flirting with him?” He asks, wasting no time. His tone is deadpan.

“Clearly.”

“Why the hell-”

“I wasn’t doing it for fun,” you grimace at him. “This is my fucking method. It’s much fucking easier, and if I have the advantage I might a well take it.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“That’s too fucking bad, Mando,” you practically spit, whipping around and walking deeper into the ship with the baby in your arms. “It’s my-”

“Din.” 

You turn around and look at him. “I’m sorry, what?” you ask, clearly annoyed. 

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”

The anger fades from your body quickly. “Din,” you say back to him, slowly. 

He nods. “I… just got jealous, I suppose. I’m sorry.”

You finally offer a small smile, albeit a tired one. “Thank you. I don’t like doing it either but… it’s my way,” you shrug. 

He walks closer, putting a hand on each of your arms. “I get it.”

You smile softly and put one hand over his beskar-clad chest. “I told you, I only have feelings for you,” you tell him.

He nods softly. “I’m glad. I like it that way.”

Chuckling, you shake your head. “Well, Din. I suppose we could finish our date in here. I could cook something.” You look down at the little green child in your arms. “With him, maybe it’ll be more of a family night.”

Din cups your face in a leather-gloved hand. “Thank you, cyare,” he murmurs, thumb tracing over your cheek.

“What does that mean?” You ask him, looking into where you think his eyes sit beneath the helmet.

He presses your forehead to his, the beskar cool against your warm skin from the Tatooine air. “Beloved,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing your cheekbones.

A small gasp escapes your lips before they form a smile. “Beloved,” you hum back as he wraps an arm around you. “I like being called that.”

-

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BATTALION BREAKDOWN

Alright y'all, here it is, my breakdown of what I think a GAR battalion SHOULD look like. Full disclaimer before we get into it: I tried to research this stuff on wookiepedia as best I could but 1. there wasn't a ton of information out there on some of the things I had questions about and 2. some of it just makes No Sense when you put it together, so a lot of these numbers were made up by me and what I thought made sense based on what we see in the show and just simple logic. Feel free to accept/ignore parts as you please! Also, I'm gonna try to explain the rationale behind certain things as I go along but if you have any questions about this, you can send an ask/reply/reblog this post with your question and I'll do my best to answer it :)

Now that all that's out of the way, here's all the actual info beneath the cut.

Basic Organization

Essentially, the GAR breaks down into four tiers at this level: battalions, companies, platoons, and squads.

Battalions are the largest groups with 576* members and are all numbered, such as the 501st, 212th, 104th, etc. The only exceptions to the numbering convention are the Rancor Battalion that guards Kamino and the Coruscant Guard. Personally I believe that both of these should be double, if not triple, the size of a regular battalion, which could potentially explain the difference in names. Battalions are led by a clone commander and Jedi general + a padawan commander if the Jedi has one. 4 companies make a battalion.

Companies consist of 144 members and are all named. Using the 501st for example, this would be Torrent, Tide, Wave, and Typhoon. Note: Torrent, Tide, and Wave are canon/widely accepted fanon, but Typhoon is something me and my friends came up with. You're welcome to use the name as the fourth 501st company in your wips if you want! The names don't have to be related, but my guess would be that they often are. Companies are led by a captain.** 4 platoons make a company.

Platoons consist of 36 members and are simply referred to as the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, or 4th platoon under their company. Platoons are led by a Lieutenant. 4 squads make a platoon.

Squads consist of 9 members and are named. I don't have names for any 501st squads unfortunately, which is why those spaces are left blank in the picture. As a content creator, you'd have a LOT of freedom when it comes to these because there's so many within a battalion and it seems like they can be named just about anything. Squads are led by a sergeant.

*Numbers for this and subsequent numbers in this section were taken directly from wookiepedia

**One problem people tend to have with this is that Rex is a captain, and yet he seems to be in command of all of the 501st. I think most people have figured this out already but the clone wars writers really just threw names around willy-nilly when it came to all the military stuff. Rex should by all intents and purposes be a commander, and my personal in-universe explanation for this is that while he was skilled enough to go through ARC/command track training, he wasn't originally meant to be a commander and his CT number is what barred him from the title initially. Keeli would be another example of this.

A few comparisons just to illustrate it a bit better:

1 battalion = 4 companies = 16 platoons = 64 squads = 576 members

1 company = 4 platoons = 16 squads = 144 members

1 platoon = 4 squads = 36 members

1 squad = 9 members

Please note that these numbers do not include the officers. There would be 64 sergeants, 16 lieutenants, 4 captains, and a commander added to this number to make a total of 661 clones in any given battalion.

Now I could have just stopped here but I have a tendency to want to get way too specific in my wips so I went a little further:

Internal Battalion Assignments

To make the numbers a bit easier, this just looks at what would be found in one company, you can do the extra math if you want to know the full battalion numbers.

I tried my best to remember what kind of specialized troops showed up in the show since wookiepedia wasn't much help, and I ended up breaking these assignments down into medics, heavy gunners, ARF and tank operators, scouts, tech specialists, and standard infantry.

Medics total 16* within a company, one for each squad. Within the medical corps, they're further broken down into junior medical officers (JMO), medical officers (MO), senior medical officers (SMO), and the chief medical officer of the battalion (CMO). Any internal promotions would probably come from the CMO, maybe a SMO on occasion. When pertaining to medical issues, they do often outrank any other officer, but in combat, JMOs and MOs only hold the rank of private (underneath sergeant) and SMOs and the CMO hold the rank of major (between sergeant and lieutenant).

Heavy gunners total 16 within a company, again one for each squad. These are the clones who have been trained to use the Z-6 rotary blaster, like Hardcase and Hevy.

ARFs and other tank operators total one platoons-worth spread throughout a company, or 36 members. ARF troopers are the ones who drive the AT-RTs (the really bouncy walkers you can see used on Ryloth and Umbara) and other tank operators encompass, well, the operators of all the other ground vehicles we see used. The ratio of each of these seems like it could be fluid based on the needs of the battalion and their mission, so I didn't go too much further into this.

Scouts total two squads-worth spread throughout a company, or 16 members. To me it makes sense that one of the lieutenants within their company would specifically deal with their recon reports, simply because it's more organized and practical.

Tech specialists total one squads-worth spread throughout a company, or 9 members. Honestly this is where I grouped anything else left over, like the bomb squad members we see in the blue shadow virus episode, any slicers, etc.

Standard infantry totals the remaining 49 members in a battalion. They're strictly the fighting force on the ground. This doesn't mean that they're the only ones who do the actual fighting, just that they aren't specifically trained for any other specialization.

*These numbers and the subsequent numbers in this section were not taken from any canon source. They were calculated simply by what I thought would make sense to have.

LAAT/is and Starfighters

Again, I tend to be way too specific in my wips so not only did I go through all of the ground fighting force, but I started figuring out the some of the space forces attached to a battalion as well. This doesn't go into a ton about the Republic Navy because frankly, as soon as I read "7400 crew members on a star destroyer" I exited out of that tab cause that's a little Too Much to try to figure out, but I will cover how I think the gunships and fighter squadrons should work.

LAAT/is (gunships) total 48 per battalion, or 12 per company. However, two per company are usually held in reserve to make sure there's always something available for easy transport to/from the ground. This brings down the number to 40 per battalion, or 10 per company. Gunships take two people to man, so the total number of those pilots for a battalion is 96, or 24 for a company. There's also room for two gunners, which would bring the battalion total to 192, but from what I remember in the show the side guns rarely have someone in them, so I don't think the full 96 LAAT/i gunner positions would be filled. I also think the LAAT/i gunners could be temporarily reassigned from the main star destroyer crew (because 7400 is a LOT, they can spare 96). Wookiepedia said that the gunships could hold 30 troops for transport, but that seems like it'd be really cramped quarters. My guess is that each one would hold somewhere between 14-17 comfortably depending on how many people need transport and how many gunships are in use, which is what I kept in mind to come up with the original number of 48 for a battalion.

The Starfighter Corps consist of 5 separate squadrons, the standard* being two squadrons of Y-wings, one squadron of V-19 Torrents, one squadron of Z-95 Headhunters, and one squadron of ARC-170s. There are 12 in a squadron, plus a squad leader and two usually in reserve, so that's 15 total ships in a squadron and 75 total ships overall. Y-wings require a pilot and a gunner, so the total number of members in a battalion's starfighter corps equals 105. However, I believe some battalions could have up to double** these numbers if they're frequently in space battles, like Anakin and the 501st, or if they have a name that suggests it, like the 327th Star Corps. Squadrons seem to often be named after colors, but that isn't always the case, ie. Shadow Squadron.

*This standard isn't canon, it's just what I believe makes sense based on the number of ships types available and how frequently they are seen used in the show. The Y-wing bombers seem to be used a bit more than the rest, which is why I think there would be two squadrons of them.

**While double the number of ships is certainly possible, I figure it's more common to have three more squadrons instead of the full five so there would be two squadrons of each type of ship.

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That's all I got! Like I said earlier, use whatever you like, ignore the parts you don't, it doesn't really matter to me. This system is definitely what I'm going to follow in my wips if anyone is ever curious about what's going on with those.

Hopefully this is helpful to someone out there! And if you made it this far, thanks for reading! :)

#star wars refs #god this got so long HAJDHSKFHSKFHDK #I really hope all my math is right hsjskdhskfhslfj #i only caught one screw up while typing all this out so I'm pretty sure it's okay #but i apologize in advance if something isn't #ALSO sorry for the shaky lines in the visuals my hands started shaking really bad while making them hskdhskfhskfj #clones #oh look another clone wars post

[gaeasun]

Ranking And Grouping in the GAR

Trying to relate GAR structure and ranks to military structure and ranks is weird. And while it looks like theres some organization written down, it did not translate to the Clone wars show. But I am going to do what I can and break down certain ranks and groupings. If I have done something wrong please correct me. Info from site a mix from the site at bottom about army ranking and divisions, a lot of Wookiepedia research, and help from the wonderful @maiseey. I tried to be specific number wise where I had specifics, otherwise l used army info.

So a team is the most basic grouping unit. The bad batch (pre-Echo) seems to actually be an accurate team in army standards: 4 men, with the leading rank being a sergeant.

(Side note to this, a corporal is right below a sergeant and not a very high rank. So Echo got demoted apparently? 😠)

Discounting Echo and Fives because they're ARCs and so are not typically part of the 501st anymore, so not inside the team, this might mean Hardcase, Jesse, Tup, and Dogma. That's a team, with a little room for more. Hardcase could be their sergeant since he doesnt have another canon rank. Jesse is already a lieutenant. Dogma is canonly a private, which means he is in charge of nothing but still has a little rank. Barely above anyone without a rank. He was getting there. We’re proud.

Kix is a medic and so has his own ranking and reporting, so he might be with them but not part of their team. He would report to a doctor who would then report to Cody.

Next group is a squad. A squad is 2-3 teams according to the army, and according to Wookiepedia up to 9 men. They're led by a staff sergeant. Again, this could be Hardcase because he doesnt have a given rank. He totally should though.

4 squads make a platoon, with 36 soldiers. This is headed by a lieutenant, which is Jesse's rank. So Jesse is decently high up in the 501st ranking, and has a good amount of men under him. Hes actually directly under Captain Rex, I think.

A Captain is the head of a company, made of 4 platoons and 144 soldiers. Torrent is a company, though it is also often used to refer to the group of named popular clones in the 501st. This is what Rex is officially in charge of. Unofficially, I think hes in more like Anakins Second in Command and manages the entire 501st with him, despite Ahsoka technically out ranking him.

I will probably refer to the group of Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Tup, and Dogma as Torrent Team, as a nickname.

At the end of the war, Anakin created the 332nd Company and put Rex in charge of it as a commander. I'm not sure why this was necessary. Maybe Anakin just really wanted to promote Rex officially and Rex kept saying no (i doubt he would have been paid more. Or at all.) Or maybe a commander was officially in charge of 2 companies but not the whole battalion.

The next biggest group is a Battalion, made of 4 companies in star wars and officially 800 men. This may have been the entirety of the 501st, as Wookiepedia says that the 501st was technically a legion. The 212th was also a battalion. This would be lead by a Lieutenant Colonel, but since I haven’t seen any of those I think this is the equivalent of a Jedi General.

A Commander isnt in here, so I think they probably would have more of a Captain's role earlier in the war, and closer to a General's as they gained more experience. That or they were in charge of two or more companies but not the whole battalion.

I respect Rex very much for not freaking out when he was told this tiny 14 Togruta not only outranked him but also was in charge of multiple companies of his men.

Skipping up a few ranks and groups we get to a Corp. This is what a Marshal Commander is in charge of: like Cody, who is in charge of the Seventh Sky Corps. With some math, this would put Cody in charge of about 28,800 clones, give or take a few hundred. (Not a million on the way but still a whole lot)

Another seperate note: what rank are ARCs? Apparently going to a specialist school raises rank by one level. Fives and Echo had been in the 501st for maybe 8-10 months before they started ARC training. That's not much in real life, but considering factors like their competance (which could have also led to promotions based on acts of valor and achievements not time serving), small groupings, and a probably high casualty rate, they might have made it to say, lieutenant. So after ARC training they would have had the approximate ranking of Captain. Good for them.

Hope you enjoyed and this is helpful!

Here’s where I got the military info

#reference #echo deserved better #the show does not show stucture well

[masterjedilenawrites]

Lesser-known Clones: First Impressions

So I've been interested in learning more about some of the other clones out there. I have my list of 15 I go through for headcanons. My bois💙 But curious about these other names I see floating around....

I'll do more research eventually, but here are my first impressions of their characters, based solely on their Wookiepedia pic (like clone tinder lmao):

Gree, aka Double Mohawk

Has a weird sense of humor.

On the older side and it's recently started to show.

Likes to keep busy.

(That’s seriously the dumbest haircut I’ve seen in this show.)

Bly, aka Jesse Williams

Looks judgmental and is judgmental.

Very clean and organized.

Doesn't drink.

(Wait, are those bandaids on his cheeks??)

Neyo, aka Barcode

Actually really serious, doesn't joke around a lot.

Reads in his spare time.

Wears strong cologne.

(Good lord his hair is so slick and suave, hot damn.)

Appo, aka Standard Issue

Tells really boring stories.

Hates cats.

Authority kink.

(This pic isn’t giving me much, he looks pretty normal.)

Ponds, aka Snuggles

Looks like he'd give nice hugs, idk why.

Gets cold easily.

Has a scary good memory.

(Why do I want to like him? Is he good? Tell me he’s good.)

Blackout, aka Badass Mofo

Very mysterious, nobody knows a single thing about him.

Doesn't talk, only grunts.

Collects keychains.

(His helmet looks hand-painted and I think that’s very cute of him.)

Keeli, aka Pretty Boy

Total morning person.

Is good at literally everything.

Foodie.

(Holy hell there goes my ovaries.)

Alright fans, on a scale from Crosshair to Stormtrooper, how far did I miss the target?? 😆 🙈 Someone give me the low-down on these guys, I need to know now. Also, who are some other clones I need to know about?

#star wars #star wars headcanons #kinda? #the clone wars #clones #commander gree #commander bly #commander neyo #commander appo #commander ponds #blackout #captain keeli #i'm feeling curious in this chilis tonight

[other-peoples-coats]

14, 21, 37?

I assume this is for the current ask meme

14: Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

Some day, Bail will learn to only ask questions he really, truly, needs the answer to.

21: Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

hahahahahhaaa no. I thought be that monster you been wanting would be four chapters of ~1.8k each; I thought set the hounds on my tracks would be ~3k total; I figured the wind and the land would be about 2k total, etc.

I am, as we can see looking at those respective word counts (currently at just under 25k, final count at ~10k and ~3.7k, respectively), hot garbage at estimating word counts.

37: Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

So, this really depends on what I'm writing, actually. If I'm writing something based on real life, I do research, at least to a basic overview level, before I sit down and really pin down my plot -- I mean, stuff like 'I'm writing a heist novel centering on a book in 12th century italy, did books even exist then' kind of research, not like, 'who was the most popular author in june of 1216 in rome'. Mostly, though, I have a good enough basic knowledge of most topics I tend to cover that I don't really need to research when I'm coming up with a plot, and all my research is either to give me more specifics on a topic as I write -- btmybw has lead me to look way more in depth at What Is A War Crime, Specifically, for instance, rather than my general knowledge of 'attacking non-combatants at random Bad, chemical or bio weapons Bad, pretending to be a medical thing when you're not Super Ultra Bad'* -- or to fill in bits where I want more realism than a sort of 'eh it's [thing]ish'.

I do like researching; that said, I'm also pretty good at skimming a wiki article and being like 'yep got it fire = ouchy that's all I need to know on nuclear fission'. The one thing I have been researching more is the actual star wars shit; wookiepedia (derogatory)(beloved)(complicated), as I'm sure just about every fic writer in the fandom also feels. It's certainly useful for what random bits of canon stuff I want to staple onto whatever nonsense I'm writing now.

*yes, this is why stardew 'violated' the Geneva conventions; this is basically why so many video games 'violate' the Geneva convention. It's not technically a violation**; the convention doesn't work like that and also doesn't, like, apply to random games developers etc, but it's considered somewhat bad form to dilute the 'brand' of the red cross thus.

**this is where it gets a bit murky, legally speaking; it's not violating the Geneva convention exactly, as I understand it, but several countries have laws about the use of the symbols and it is illegal under those specific laws to use the red cross/crescent/crystal symbol when you're not actually specifically medical personnel using it as protective identifiers in combat (ie, we're medics, don't shoot /bomb/etc us, we're non-combatants) or as indicative identifiers outside of combat (ie, we're The Australian Red Cross). Incidentally, this is why you can't pretend to be a medical person or outpost, because the red cross depends on everyone agreeing that We Don't Kill Medics, and if you hide as medics people start to be like 'well to be safe we're bombing the shit out of that medical encampment.

Yes, this does mean that Alderaan in ghost at the back of your closet are war criminals and breaking the Geneva conventions by having their spy corps outpost located in and pretending to be a hospital; like I said in the author notes, you can't break the conventions when you don't even have a Geneva in the first place.

#coats chats #ask box meme #yet another writing ask meme #yeah I'm a lot of fun at parties long sidebars about niche shit at the drop of a hat

[shinhatigf]

okay so I do have an anakin fix it au floating around in my brain in which revenge of the sith goes as well as it possibly could BUT that's not the important part of this post the IMPORTANT part is what happens to maul in this au. (disclaimer: all I know about maul's backstory is from watching the clone wars and reading his wookiepedia page so some of this might be inaccurate. bear with me)

okay so because order 66 didn't happen, maul is brought before the council. he was sith so the council would want to deal with him personally

I think with palpatine dead (fully and completely 100% dead no take backs) the influence of the dark side everywhere would be lessened. everyone would feel a lot clearer, happier, brighter, like a dark cloud had been lifted from their mind. this would include maul.

however, for maul, diving deep into the dark side has been something of a coping mechanism. amassing as much power as possible and giving yourself over to this dark higher power means you don't have the contemplate the fact that you were stolen from your family and home world and fed incredibly damaging rhetoric from the man who 1) let you die 2) immediately upon finding out you were still alive electrocuted the fuck out of you and killed the last part of your family and (imo) the only person you ever truly loved

so maul upon arriving to the jedi council, while slightly less affected by the dark side, is still full of pure rage, hate, and a clusterfuck of other emotions brought about by thinking about the jedi. he's a whole disaster

okay this is going to get very very long I'm going to put a read more here

I imagine some in the council would like to kill or exile him and be done with it, but after the inherent trauma of the clone wars and seeing how far separated from their ideals the jedi order has become, they'd show him mercy. this part may not necessarily make 100% sense but shut up this is the good things for maul au maul gets good things

therefore, the council would vote in favor of rehabilitation. what I imagine this would look like is maul would be heavily guarded and watched, and whenever possible he would be visited by jedi masters (and masters ONLY. they're not dumb)

maul gets his own quarters, which are big enough not to be stifling or tiny but small enough to still fit in a jedi temple where they value austerity and forsaking possessions. they would want to give maul as much freedom as possible while making sure he couldn't be a threat to anyone around him, which would mean he doesn't have much freedom at all. he's fed and watered and visited by at least one jedi master a day. these visits are usually someone meditating and trying to rehabilitate maul's mind while not being openly invading, rather guiding maul's broken mind into its natural state and removing palpatine's influence. these visits are also good old fashioned therapy (maul desperately needs to talk some shit out)

it would take a very very very long time but with guided meditation and constant consistent kindness and understanding shown to him by the jedi maul would start to heal. one of the major things that palpatine forcibly shoved into his brain is a distrust and particular hatred for the jedi, but after spending so many years in their care and with constant (almost annoying) understanding that belief system would start to break down.

it would start small. like one day maybe instead of feeling rage and anger around savage's death he feels sadness because for the first time he's in an environment where he has the space to breathe and remember his brother

I think once maul has actually started to improve a little bit and moved past his rage and murder phase that's when obi-wan would visit him. which would definitely bring back some rage and murder but also it would bring maul some closure. I'd imagine they'd both need some sort of closure, considering maul killed qui gon and obi-wan essentially killed him. but obi-wan saying something like "I forgive you. I'm not your enemy." that might throw a wrench into maul's thinking

so over time, maul is becoming less and less emotionally tumultuous. he's in a stable environment in which a set group of people visit him daily solely for the purpose of rehabilitating him, both through the force and just regular conversation as equals. eventually, after enough time in this environment, whoever maul is beneath the rage and pain and the dark side would emerge

this is the side of maul that I wrote this for. this is why he's one of my favorites.

maul is deeply intelligent, and rather calculating. while he usually forgoes rational thought to scream "kenOBIIIIIII" into the night he's very good at assessing a situation and how to get the best possible outcome. he feels things very deeply but he's incredibly bad at naming exactly what his feelings are and he's not very good at reading the emotions of others. I think a flaw of his is that he really forgets to take emotions into account, while for the jedi that's kind of their whole thing. (yeah the jedi are stereotyped as unfeeling warriors but that's not true at all, they acknowledge and release their feelings into the force. for them their feelings are the force.)

I think one day when maul is beyond resisting his existence at the jedi temple, when he slowly realizes "hey my life sucks a whole lot less than before" he manages to actually solve a problem for one of the masters who visits him regularly and has become the closest thing he can really have to a friend. said master (maybe kit fisto just because I like kit fisto) rants about a problem or a mission that they're having and maul just goes "well it's obvious, really." and manages to solve the problem like that by nature of his unique perspective.

and after a looong amount of time has passed, maul's role shifts from enemy, victim, and a patient to being a voice of rationality, a problem-solver, and someone to rant to when the whole jedi master thing gets to be A Lot™

seriously though I cannot stress how long it would take for maul to heal and get to this point. MINIMUM five years.

eventually maul and some people he's forged friendships with petition the council to allow him to have some more freedom. while extremely hesitant, without palps clouding their vision they could much more clearly see maul's mental state and what sort of danger he would pose to the jedi, and they would let him move freely about the temple

okay here's my favorite part of this whole thing. maul is a fucking nerd. he discovers the jedi library and goes insane. maul would read so many books about so many different things because he's interested in everything and he'd want to build his knowledge in a myriad of subjects. he would spend hours upon hours in the jedi library just reading every single thing in there. he'd beg one of the masters to let him access the "forbidden knowledge" just because it's knowledge and he wants it. and if that didn't work he'd find a way to break in (the forbidden knowledge did not disappoint).

I also think maul would love to spar with lightsabers and stuff. he'd know techniques the jedi wouldn't, and so in friendly spars with people he'd managed to befriend, he'd actually give them a fight and teach them something, while also learning new techniques from the jedi

I think maul would consider becoming a jedi for a brief second. he's happier here than he's probably ever been, finally free from palpatine's influence and in a healthy environment. but he knows it's not his path.

after spending a long time living at the jedi temple, having carved out something of a life for himself, made friends for the first time in his life, having finally achieved emotional stability, he approaches the order on his own. they expect, after having been long used to his presence, for him to ask to be a jedi. but he comes with an unexpected proposal.

maul asks to leave the jedi temple to go home to dathomir, to see what had become of his family and of the nightbrothers. he's much much more stable than he was, but he still has burning questions that palpatine would never have let him find the answers to. and he genuinely does want to get there, eventually. but he also wants to learn more about the force that the jedi wouldn't teach him, to learn more about the sith.

his departure is surprisingly more emotional than he was expecting. the jedi temple was the first place he'd ever actually felt safe, that he'd been allowed to just exist. he would miss it.

armed with all the knowledge in the jedi temple, he searches for knowledge the jedi wouldn't have access to. he finds the remains of mortis, and researches the mortis gods. he spends a period of time wandering around like batman crushing the people he doesn't particularly like (usually people objectively morally horrible. he spent years with the jedi he has ✨morals✨ now). he even made his way to ilum, and found two crystals to forge a new double-bladed lightsaber. (the blades are yellow.)

maul would also study ancient sith texts, and spend a lot of time investigating old sith temples (like the one on malachor). however, he doesn't have the same burning desire to seize the power for himself anymore. it's an odd feeling.

eventually he does return home to dathomir to find the genocide of the nightsisters (with only one nightsister, merrin, remaining) and the nightbrothers in disarray after the loss of the dictatorial government they'd lived under for generations. maul ends up taking over a la mandalore (but with a lot less murder and awfulness. ✨morals✨)

what I'd love to see is maul founding an opposite sort of order to the jedi. not necessarily the sith, since the sith treated him horribly and destroyed his entire life, but i think maul would believe that for the force to truly be in balance, you couldn't try to eradicate an entire half of it from the galaxy. I would love to see maul found an order of dark side force users that teaches about how to use the dark side, how to avoid total corruption, and the correct channels for the power you control.

maul would be a very effective teacher in the dark side because of how much experience he has with it. he experienced the absolute worst of the dark side, the total corruption and loss of self, but he also used the dark side to save the nightbrothers from destroying themselves after the loss of the nightsisters and used his power to keep them together and safe (not to mention the period of time with Batman Maul where he used the dark side to help people).

also I would love to see the new generation of jedi and the new generation of dark side users not to be in opposition for once. by nature of maul being rehabilitated by the jedi, he would teach about them and their teachings with a modicum of respect, and the two orders would be seen as two sides of the same coin. twins, almost.

maul would not be a child snatcher, he was child snatched. the dark side is different from the light in that its always there. it comes much more naturally to force users, and unlike the jedi, it wouldn't require you to join from a ridiculously young age. his order is always known and always open to any force user who wishes to learn about the force.

maul's life comes to an end peacefully, at his home on dathomir, having built a new society for the nightbrothers and a new order for users of the dark side.

#word count: 1.9k #holy wow i did not know i had that many words in me about maul #here's my good things for maul au #in which order 66 did not happen #maul #revenge of the sith #the prequels #the clone wars #star wars #darth maul #jedi #sith #meta #ryn dot text #good things for maul au #ryn dot fic

[hopeamarsu]

Hi hi hi! My lovely love! May I ask Aries and Scorpio? 💗🐻💗 thank youuuuu

Hi my love, of course ❤️

I’ve put them under the cut as I’ve gotten a bit rambling again

aries: when have you felt the most confident in your writing? when have you felt the least confident?

Soooooo.... I’m seriously insecure about my writing. Right down to the fact that I will hoard my writing in my little corner of the Google docs until I hit that one spot of feeling good and then it’s go-go-go.

I think I’ve felt the most confident about Night Moves, because while it pushed me away from my comfort zone, it made me feel confident and good about the story. And writing it was a blast! ❤️ Another one I’ve felt really good and confident about is Night Light. I sense a theme here, hehe

It might come as a surprise but I felt really insecure about was Vibration. It’s actually very personal to me and delves into a subject rarely seen in writing or in media so I was worried it would come across... wrong? Unworthy of the subject matter? I don’t know, I was just so anxious when I posted it. Also Audio Series as a whole scared me a lot, I still don’t know why.

scorpio: how much research did you have to do for your current wip? what was the weirdest thing you had to google?

I have this WIP about Regency Din that I’m working on that has required me to do a lot of research into men’s clothing for that era, wedding customs (though most of that was scrapped) . I’ve also spent a lot of time in Wookiepedia and rewatching the Mandalorian to get some things right. It’s a slow process but I’m enjoying the challenge of writing a chaptered fic.

The weirdest thing? Anything relating to dildos and female pleasure for Diletto series. All kinds of toys, articles etc have passed my screen and I think I’ve gathered some funny internet ads because of it. My favorite is: “What is a bread dildo?” and yes, that thing is real.

Thank you so much for asking ❤️❤️

#ask game #clydesducktape

[beck-a-leck]

💻 + 🖊 !

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

Yeah, sometimes. Depending on what I'm writing about I'll do some research, but oftentimes when I do that I get lost in the googles and forget to go back to writing. Anytime I go to Wookiepedia to look up star wars stuff I always get caught up clicking to random links to skim the surface of the very deep and often contradictory pool of sw lore. Other times to make my life easier I'll just shrug and go "it's fanfic. Nobody will be thinking this hard about this tiny detail I'm worrying over"

Other times though, when it's something I'm already interested in or have knowledge about and I just need to go a little deeper, I'll do it. Most recently I can think of doing a pretty deep dive into spinning yarn from sheeps wool, which lead to preparing wool for spinning, which lead to shearing sheep and other wooly animals, which lead to watching a video of someone growing flax and turning it into linen thread using all old fashioned methods because, you know, yarn bending. All of which is going to probably be condensed into one or two sentences, maybe a paragraph in Earth and Rebirth.

🖊 Post a snippet of a WIP

Okay, so, I'm on my phone and my computer is about 300 miles away and I don't actually have any WIPs in my notepad currently. If you ask again tomorrow, I can actually post one once I get home. But uh... I guess i can share a not quite snippet, but more of an Idea I Wrote Down Before I Forgot It.

So here's one that will hopefully, eventually go into the future of My Old Friend (it's the longest bit I've got lmao):

"You have my apprentice and I want him back."

"Oh, for the love of- this again!" Had Anakin been holding anything she didn't mind losing, she would have thrown it at the zabrak. Instead she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Get a dog, you idiot!"

Maul paused, looking at her with great confusion as that was not the response he expected. His saber blade dipped an inch. "What?"

"You don't want an apprentice!" Anakin continued, gesturing at Ahsoka and Grogu, "Apprentices are the worst!"

"Hey!" Ahsoka protested.

But Anakin was on a roll, ticking off points on her fingers. "I mean it! They never listen to anything you say. They talk back. They'll pretend to follow orders and then just do whatever the fuck they feel like instead. That one-" Anakin pointed at Ahsoka "-froze herself in carbonite to stow away on a mission to an Impenetrable Anti-Jedi Prison when I explicitly told her not to! And don't even get me started on the other one!" Anakin pointed to Grogu. "He's not even speaking yet and he's disobedient. And let's not even get into what I did as an apprentice!" Anakin gestured to herself. "I look back now and realize the fact that Obi-Wan didn't trade me in for a much better behaved rabbit was a damn miracle." She gestured back to Maul. "And all that is without the added benefit of being Sith apprentices, who will see it as their sole purpose in life to eventually Kill You when they get annoyed enough. Why would you invite that upon yourself?" Anakin punctuated every word of her next statement with a clap of her hands, "You. Don't. Want. An. Apprentice."

"I want-" Maul began, but Anakin cut him off once more.

"No, you want a dog. Really you do. You want something that will be unfailingly loyal, listen to all your commands, and love you unconditionally, and also won't even once dream of killing you in your sleep. And when I say get a dog, I actually mean a dog. Don't just adopt any pet, because if you get a cat you'll be dead within the week. Your asshole energies won't vibe. Get yourself a puppy and train it to obey your every command and you will never want for an apprentice again. I promise."

#replies #ask box games #babylulururu #thanks for playing!

[katierosefun]

omg I spy with my little eye TATOOINE AU!!! you know I've got to ask about that one but if you've already answered then perhaps 7? 😁😍

what if i did both? because i am always ready to talk some more about both // ask me about my wips 

yes, the tatooine au! still working through the obi-wan-gets-into-a-bit-of-a-situation and also i did my wookiepedia research on what kind of sicknesses one can get after a significant time on tatooine-- 

anyways, there’s this kind of slow build where luke is out lost in the middle of the desert, and beru asks obi-wan for help, and he goes out because ah. there’s a sandstorm coming. things happen in the process, and obi-wan comes back a little tired and oops we realize that things are actually more serious than we thought. but for now, here’s a lighthearted snippet from the beginning of the fic: 

“Well, when you go shopping, then you can throw lamtas at me,” Ahsoka said. She took another lamta and pretended to throw this one too, but before she could, Obi-Wan plucked the fruit out of her hand. “Hey!”

“I don’t think Rex wants to throw fruit at anyone, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan said.

“Very true,” Rex agreed.

“Well, that’s no fun,” Ahsoka muttered.

“What also wouldn’t be much fun would be cleaning up lamta bits off the floor and walls,” Obi-Wan countered. He reached into the bag, tugged out the rest of the groceries. “And I don’t want to think about the kind of bugs it might attract.”

-- this scene is so fuckign lighthearted that for a second you can pretend that obi-wan, rex, and anakin are just goofing around and that everything is fine and that they totally don’t have ptsd or whatever 

as for seven, the wandavision au--i’ve talked a little bit about it here, but here’s another snippet, where i’m so ready for everyone to be like “oh yes, another funny sweet fix-it au, everything is fine :)”: 

“Mmm. Not your uncle’s, I’m guessing?”

“Nope,” their son replied cheerfully. “’Soka made them!”

“She said Obi-Wan can’t make pancakes,” their daughter said solemnly. “She said the last time, she found eggshells.”

“Now that is an exaggeration,” Obi-Wan said, standing up. He shot Anakin a quick smile before walking into the kitchen, returned with plates. “I can assure you that I’ve never had eggshells in pancakes.”

“No,” Anakin replied, taking the plate. “You just burned them.”

“Only because you were distracting me,” Obi-Wan said, handing Padmé her plate.

-- i am oddly obsessed with domestic breakfast scenes don’t look at me

#answered #both fics start off with #'lol everything is fine!!! :)' #and then quickly spirals :)

[swtorpadawan]

Promises

Author’s Notes: The following obviously applies to my main Jedi Knight OC, Corellan Halcyon, but I feel it could apply to a great many JKs, so i’ve used gender-neutral pronouns where possible. Graphics courtesy of Wookiepedia, since i’m away from my screen captures at the moment.  The Sith Lord known as Lord Scourge wants Revenge against Vitiate, the Sith Emperor. He wants revenge for what the ancient Sith Lord did to him three hundred years ago, granting him immortality but taking from him everything that made life worth living. He wants revenge for being forced to serve as his personal executioner for all of that time. It is true that Scourge may have started down this long and arduous path out of a sort of enlightened self-interest. Vitiate, Scourge knows full-well, is a threat to the entire galaxy. He has known that from the moment he met him in person so many years ago. The Emperor is a threat to everyone who has ever lived and to everyone who ever will live. But his anger and rage at his ‘Master’ have only deepened over the centuries. Scourge is incredibly fortunate that he burns cold, one of the side-effects that he suffers as the result of Vitiate’s ritual. Were it otherwise, the Emperor would surely have sensed the profound danger that his Wrath represented, and the unrepentant traitor has no illusions as to how that confrontation would end. After the Dromund Kaas operation, Scourge claims to stay with the Defender’s crew simply to be certain that the Emperor has left them no further surprises.   But somewhere deep down, Scourge knows that this isn’t the end of it. Something of the Emperor has survived. But he also knows the Jedi Knight will be there to see the prophecy through no matter what it takes. The Knight’s resolve is the equal of Revan’s, of the Exile’s and of Scourge’s himself. Perhaps even greater.  And Scourge will therefore aid the Jedi however he can. Lord Scourge stays with the Jedi Knight because they promise him Revenge.

Fidelitin Rusk has been fighting one battle or another for his entire adult life. He is considered ruthless and sometimes even reckless by his fellow Republic soldiers, and sometimes even by his crewmates. Rusk – the third-oldest member of the crew but perhaps the oldest in practical life experience – accepts these assessments without rebuke or defense; he is what he is. His entire mindset was constructed for battles and wars that had to be won regardless of the costs. Rusk has fought so hard and for so long that there are some days when even he starts to forget why he does what he does. Indeed, there are times when Rusk disapproves of the Knight’s choices, believing that they risk too much for others and that they are far too willing to however briefly put aside the greater mission to save even a single life all while the entire galaxy stands at risk.

But deep down, the lost soldier’s only true purpose has only ever been to defend those who cannot defend themselves. He was born and raised by a colony of pacifists; that didn’t stop the Empire from annihilating his people. When he looks at the Jedi Knight – so selfless and so brave, so willing to put themselves on the line for those who need them, he is reminded of the justness of that cause. And as he wins battle after battle and that cause is served, than perhaps everything that Rusk has done has been worth it.  

Sergeant Fideltin Rusk stays with the Jedi Knight because they promise him Victory.

Contrary to popular belief, Doctor Archiban Kimble knows perfectly how the rest of the galaxy, and even his closest allies aboard the Defender, view him. The man who calls himself Doc is seen as an arrogant, misogynistic, self-aggrandizing, fame-seeking, womanizing nerf-herder; a man who has left a seemingly endless line of women high and dry over the years, from Prudy and on down the list. Honestly? Doc wouldn’t have it any other way. Letting people believe that he cares so little about his personal relationships gives him a sort of shield against the things in the universe that he doesn’t want to deal with, all while still allowing him to continue to enjoy the things that keep him going.

But a man who worked his through medical school on his own merits and who has consistently chosen to serve as a combat medic on some of the most dangerous planets in the galaxy doesn’t do so just for fame, fortune and women. He could have had all that and lived in style while conducting research projects for a major pharmaceutical company back on Coruscant. No, once upon a time there was a young Archiban who set upon this path, and who did so for far nobler reasons then Doc would ever admit to anyone. Doc doesn’t know how, but for some reason, he knows that when the Jedi Knight looks at him, they see something beyond the broken healer who has put up a shell around themselves. The Knight then offers the medic an opportunity for a more meaningful existence than he could have ever dreamed of.  

Doc stays with the Jedi Knight because they promise to always Help others.

Some days, Kira Carsen feels like she’s spent her entire life just trying to be true to who she is in a galaxy that seems determined to force her to become something else. She was raised on Korriban by some of the most sadistic and fanatical Sith in the galaxy, the Children of the Emperor. Every time she sees one of her ‘siblings’ returning to the dormitories with missing pieces of their memory, she cringes and pulls up her blanket around herself. And when Kira returns one night and realizes she can’t remember what happened to her, she knows that soon, there will be nothing left of her identity, either. The survival rate of acolytes who flee the Korriban academy cannot be higher than two percent. Most flee into the wilderness and, when they aren’t immediately hunted down and killed, become ‘broken’, running around in gangs, often going mad. But ten-year old Kira smuggles herself out on an outgoing cargo ship, and a week later she’s on Nar Shaddaa. She sees the suffering of people, there. Those who are unable or unwilling to kick something up to the Hutts quickly find themselves sent down. The slums where refugees congregate are almost as cruel and unforgiving as Korriban. Life is hard, but here, Kira discovers something about herself. Inexplicably, she actually cares about other people; especially the ones who take her in, and who are too weak to fend for themselves against the predators among them. Then Kira meets Bela Kiwiiks and joins the Jedi Order. Kira is unbelievably grateful to Master Kiwiiks. The Togrutta got her off Nar Shaddaa, gave her a home and a place in the galaxy, and has given her a place in the galaxy and the chance to do some good. Master Kiwiiks is like the mother that she never had. Kiwiiks is gently but firmly trying to teach Kira to be the best Jedi she can be.      

But as proud as she is to be a Jedi, Kira Carsen is trying to be the best version of herself.

When she meets the Jedi Knight, everything changes very quickly. Somehow, the Knight trusts Kira against the Black Sun at the spaceport on Coruscant, and then later still when they’re hunting down Tarnis. When Master Satele instructs the Knight to take Kira in as a Padawan, Kira is elated. She follows the Knight’s lead, but she feels more like a partner than their apprentice. The Knight talks with her instead of at her, and they learn a great deal about themselves and the galaxy from each other. When Kira’s past is revealed, the Knight supports her unquestioningly; first against Valis, then against Master Jaric Kaedan and finally against the Emperor himself on Darth Angral’s dreadnaught. When Kira finally purges the Emperor from her mind, she feels the Knight reaching out to her, aiding her the entire time.

(All this comes before that night under the stars on Tython, when Kira finally jumps the Knight and they become far more than partners.)

Kira is still herself, learning and growing at her own pace. There are times she questions the Knight’s choices. She groans when they take in Doc and worries a great deal when they let Scourge join. But through it all, the Knight never asks Kira to compromise herself; they never tell her how she should feel or think about anything. The Knight simply asks Kira to trust them. And she does. The doubting Jedi questions many things; but they never question the Knight, because the Knight has never questioned her.

Kira Carsen stays with the Jedi Knight because they promise to let her be Herself , and because they let her become the best version of Herself she can.

T7-O1 – Teeseven to his friends – has served the Jedi Order for decades, and quite frankly, they would be hard pressed to find anyone who has done so with greater devotion. The astromech droid is more than content to carry messages and conduct reconnaissance for the Jedi as they continue to adjust to their home on Tython.

But for the mechanical servant, the most satisfying period of his existence was during the time he served as a companion to Jedi Master Ven Zallow, one of the greatest heroes of the Galactic Republic during the last galactic war. Zallow was a true champion of the ideals of both the Jedi and the Republic, serving with wisdom and strength. The little droid misses those days, fiercely. He knows the work he does for the Order is important, but nothing was more fulfilling than knowing ones actions have helped right a wrong or saved a life.  

After ten years of waiting, Teeseven is finally partnered with another hero. This one is even kinder and more powerful than Ven Zallow; they seem to do nothing but sacrifice for others. In the Jedi Knight, Teeseven has found a champion who can save the entire galaxy. Privately, the little droid does worry. He worries that the cruelties of this galaxy will weigh on the Knight, that they will become bitter with loss, and will eventually fall short of their ideals as so many Jedi have before.  But Teeseven will be there for the Knight, no matter what. They will follow the Knight into the darkest places in the galaxy, as they blaze a light. They will be the Knight’s friend, and show the Jedi the way. In return, the Knight will help Teeseven be what the droid always wanted to be.

T7-O1 stays with the Jedi Knight because they promise him that they will always be Heroes.

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