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kindan-no-kanojo · 1 year

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꧁•⊹ RP Preferences!

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like. Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

I usually start things through asks, but I don't mind using another method! I write as much as I can with the information I have, so short replies will get a short reply, for instance. Overall, I enjoy building relationships and stories through long interactions as much as I enjoy the silly shenanigans.

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

I roleplay for fun, and plotting too much stresses me(?). While I enjoy plotting things out to not make a brainless mess, most of the time I wing it with little to no plans aside from the one given by the prompt or starter. I'm afraid that if I plot too much I'll forget or do something else later, maybe fully contradictory because I realize that my character won't do that right then/it doesn't make sense/I overthink in another way and something else comes out anyway lmao.

Type of threads I do / Prefer

I admit I like long-ish threads more, even if they take so much longer, but I still enjoy silly short things if our muses know each other enough for me to have an idea of their dynamic/relationship. Sadly, it's harder for me to engage with one-liners (of literally one line or two and hardly any context), so I tend to drop those faster.

My writing style and seriousness may vary a little with the thread as well (like deeper narration or less dialogue) depending on the theme, so I enjoy longer ones more for that reason too, as I get to explore things more thoroughly.

I just like writing a lot.

But!! Please don't ever feel pressured to match my word count! I don't mean to overwhelm my RP partners, I just get inspired sometimes lol ;; but I try to keep it fair. I'm okay if I have enough to work on plot-wise for my muse to answer, as extensive or concise it turns out to be.

Reply Speed for Threads, Consistency & Keeping threads

As I said previously, literal one liners make me drop things faster. Adi from that, if I'm loaded with my own projects and a bunch of threads, I may forget about some unintentionally. But feel free to remind me! I generally don't like to drop them unless there's nothing else to be said or done. In normal situations, I reply within a week or the same day if it's short thing/I'm already working on replies when I get a new one. It depends on my mood and energy.

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

My blog was not made for shipping or RP for that matter initially lol, but I LOVE the ships that were born along the way and their different dynamics. I definitely prefer natural chemistry to be the main reason why our characters get along (or not), since I don't want to force anything. Talking about them and slight plotting is totally fine, and not shipping at all it totally fine as well! Some take longer than others for me to ship them but just know that if our characters click, they will live rent-free in my head 💕

Smut

I definitely feel more comfortable with developed ships than with spontaneous what-if things and the like when it comes to RP. I don't mind sinday ask memes or headcanons per request (as long as you're of age). However, smut is not the kind of writing I have the most experience on so I'm sorry if I'm suddenly very weird and self-conscious about it 😭 But I do like to write it, better yet if it's with someone I already write with like pls hold my hand.

I think it's worth noting that I will let you know if I'm uncomfortable with something, and I expect the same from whoever writes with me. It's supposed to be for fun, so let's keep it that way!

I personally prefer to talk about it beforehand if that's not an issue (not full on extensive details, just to know what we're doing dkfdjf) because, unlike my characters (sadly), I'm the Least Assertive Person On Earth™ to make a move without permission(????).

Active hours [GMT-3]

My schedule is fucked 💀 But I'm the most free and active around 6 PM onwards, until potentially ungodly hours depending on my sleep schedule at the time— Maybe I post things in the morning/afternoon but I rarely write for RP if not at night when I'm free and relaxed.

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week-long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

I try to be active daily in my blog somehow, threads are not my main focus nor what I'm in the mood for most of the time, but I feel like musing or sharing art very often. When it comes to RP it can get more sporadic depending on the amount of threads I have ongoing or how long they are.

Starters

Sometimes I do selective calls for mutuals, but it's not often. I don't do these unless I have a specific idea and I'm sure it will have some interaction (usually I announce/ask first), otherwise I do something else instead.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

My blog is an AU on its own and I don't mind engaging in more! Here's the Available Verses that are open for interaction in this blog. The different ships happening within the Independent Verse are like their own sub-AUs and some have AUs within those AUs as well, lol. I love them.

What I don't like doing is starting over: our characters meeting again for whatever reason and this or that never happened. Starting over calls for pushing the interactions in a way imo, which I'm not okay with. I'd rather explore whatever conflict or struggle through interactions and let our muses solve their hardships together or deal with the consequences. It's fine for a separate AU to explore different things, but not to replace the main one.

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I'm only selective because I'd most likely interact in those if I know the admin or the franchise! Ideally both. I would love to try that out regardless, maybe it would require some plotting first.

#.the 4th wall whispers. . . | 𝒪𝒪𝒞

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linguisticsizfun · 1 year

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The verb “to come” in Telugu

వచ్చు vattsu “to come” is an irregular verb in Telugu and here I will explain all its irregularities. Examples in modern Telugu will be given, as well as the historical reasons why it is like this. The historical data will be traced back to Proto-Dravidian, with comparative data given in other Dravidian languages. The comparative data will be taken from the Dravidian etymological dictionary (DED), with extra info added as needed.

As a learner of Telugu, I assume other learners are reading this, so first I will give all the forms of vattsu in its tenses, as well as participle forms. Firstly, the conjugation of “to come” in all tenses. From left to right: past, future/ non-past, present continuous.

నేను nēnu "I" - వచ్ఛాను vacchæːnu - వస్తాను vastānu - వస్తున్నాను vastunnānu

నువ్వు nuvvu "thou/ you" - వచ్ఛావు vacchæːvu - వస్తావు vastāvu - వస్తున్నావు vastunnāvu

వాడు vāɖu "he" - వచ్ఛాడు vacchæːɖu - వస్తాడు vastāɖu - వస్తున్నాడు vastunnāɖu

అది adi "she, it" - వచ్చింది vacchindi - వస్తుంది vastundi - వస్తున్నది vastunnadi

మేము mēmu/ మనము manamu "we" - వచ్ఛాము vacchæːmu - వస్తాము vastāmu - వస్తున్నాము vastunnāmu

మీరు mīru "you"/ వారు vāru "they" - వచ్ఛారు vacchæːru - వస్తారు vastāru - వస్తున్నారు vastunnāru

అవి avi "they" - వచ్ఛాయి vacchæːyi - వస్తాయి vastāyi - వస్తున్నాయి vastunnāyi

Negative tenses

The simple non-past negative, which can also be used for future, conjugates for all persons.

నేను nēnu "I" - రాను rānu

నువ్వు nuvvu "thou/ you" - రావు rāvu

వాడు vāɖu "he" - రాడు rāɖu

అది adi "she, it" - రాదు rādu

మేము mēmu/ మనము manamu "we" - రాము rāmu

మీరు mīru "you"/ వారు vāru "they" - రారు rāru

అవి avi "they" - రావు rāvu

The past negative is రాలేదు rālēdu "did not come" and it applies to all pronouns. Similarly, the negative continuous is రావటంలేదు rāvaʈamlēdu "is not coming".

The imperative is used when giving orders or requests. It is as follows:

రా rā (singular), రాండి~ రండి ra(a)ɳɖi (plural) “come”

negative imp. - రాకు rāku (singular), రాకంది rākaɳɖi (plural) “do not come”

“vattsu” is the dictionary form but it takes the form రా rā in some contexts. In Telugu, the root came from *var-cc-, with *-cc- being a past tense suffix (Krishnamurti, 2003, p. 298). The suffix is also attached to verbs ending in -yu in the past tense; చేశాను cēśæːnu "I did", వ్రాశాను vrāśæːnu "I wrote". Which is why the suffix does not feature in non-past tenses, like రా rā (imperative, infinitive), రాను (negative) "I will/do not come", రాలేదు rālēdu (past negative, made with infinitive +lēdu) "did not come", as they came from *var-a.

Now that the forms of the verb have been established, I will go over more of the linguistic details. Firstly, I took the entry from the DED and enhanced it with adding the scripts of each language, along with Proto-Dravidian info where found.

DED 5270 *vaH-r- "to come" > Ta. வா vā, வரு- varu-, Ma. വരിക varika, Ka. ಬರ್ bar, Te. వచ్చు vaccu, Go. waiānā, Kui vāva

This is because Telugu undergoes a rule of CVCV > CCVV, though it mainly applies when the second consonant turns to -r-. And in modern Telugu, for most words the consonant clusters are simplified so the -r- just disappears, unless it is vr- which becomes r-. More examples below:

DED 5372 "to live", *vāʐ > Ta. வாழ் vāʐ, Ma. വാഴുക vāʐuka, Ka. ಬಾಳು bāɭu, ಬದುಕು baduku, OKa. ಬೞ್ದುಂಕು baʐdunku, Te. బ్రతుకు bratuku "to live, life" (I think the Telugu word is a Kannada borrowing as v- > b- is a Kannada sound change, not Telugu)

DED 5263 *vari- > Ta. வரி vari-, வரை varai- "to draw", Te. వ్రాయు~ రాయు (v)rāyu "to write", Go. rasāna "writer", Kui vrīsa scratch, mark

DED 2149 *koʐ-V "tender, young” > Ta. கொழுந்து koʐuntu "tender twigs, leaves, shoots", கொழுமை koʐumai "beauty, fertility, plumpness", Ka. ಕೊಡ koɖa tender, Te. క్రొత్త~ కొత్త k(r)otta "new", Go. kōɽsānā to sprout, grow, Kui koɽgi newly sprouted, green, immature

Examples of VCV > CVV

DED 2559 *cil "not" > Ta. இல்லை illai "no", Ka. ಇಲ್ಲ illa "no, does not exist, there is not", Te. లే- lē "is not", లేదు lēdu "no", Go. sile, hill- "not be", Kui siɖa

DED 474 *ira-ɳʈ 2 > Ta. இரண்டு iraɳʈu, Ma. രണ്ടു raɳʈu, Ka. ಎರಡು eraɖu, Te. రెండు reɳɖu, Go. ranɖ(u), Kui rī

DED 502 *iʐi- "to descend" > Ta. இழி iʐi, Ma. ഇഴിക iʐika, Ka. ಇಳಿ iɭi, Te. ɖigu, Go. ḍigānā, Kui dīva

I added Gondi and Kui data since they are in the same branch as Telugu but so far I am inconclusive about the sound changes in them. I have not studied any Dravidian language apart from Telugu to be confident about saying things about them. Languages used:

South Dravidian

Ta. - Tamil

Ma. - Malayalam

Ka. - Kannada

South-Central Dravidian aka South Dravidian II

Te. - Telugu

Go. - Gondi

Kui

Notes

I used just “v” for the Proto-Dravidian and modern languages. It does get annoying that different books alternate v vs w, but I settled on using v. And they are supposed to make the same sound anyways, so it does not really matter.

The consonants ḻ, r̤, ẓ, which I wrote as ʐ correspond to the consonants in Tamil ழ, Malayalam ഴ, Old Kannada ೞ. Different sources write these in different ways, so I just wrote what aesthetically satisfies me.

Reference List

B. Krishnamurti. (2003). The Dravidian Languages. Cambridge University Press.

B. Krishnamurti, & J. P. L. Gwynn. (1985). A Grammar of Modern Telugu. Oxford University Press.

Burrow, T., and M. B. Emeneau. (1984). A Dravidian etymological dictionary. 2nd ed. Oxford [Oxfordshire]: Clarendon Press. https://dsal.uchicago.edu/dictionaries/burrow/.

Fabricius, Johann Philipp (1972). J. P. Fabricius's Tamil and English dictionary. 4th ed., rev.and enl. Tranquebar: Evangelical Lutheran Mission Pub. House.

N.Učida, B.B.Rajapurohit & J. Takashima. (2013). Kannada-English Etymological Dictionary. Research Institute for Languages and Cultures of Asia and Africa (ILCAA), Tokyo University of Foreign Studies.

Reconstruction:Proto-Dravidian/wāẓ. (2022, August 18). In Wiktionary. https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Reconstruction:Proto-Dravidian/wāẓ

ಬೞ್ದುಂಕು. (2022, July 5). In Wiktionary. https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/ಬೞ್ದುಂಕು

#telugu #Telugu language #irregular verbs #etymology

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elegant-etienne · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite 2022 - Day 1 - Cross

Characters: Adi and Etienne

Content Warnings: Discussion of mental health and vague reference to suicidality, misogyny, nastiness between traumatized siblings, references to canon-typical violence.

Note: I am crossposting/mainly posting to my Twitter.

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“...You’re taking him to that barbaric fighting ring, aren’t you?”

Etienne paused scratching away at their paperwork, but they didn’t look up at Adi. They brushed their cheek with the feather from their quill. They waited for their younger brother to keep speaking and only stepped into the spotlight of silence when he said nothing more.

“...And?”

“He got hurt, the other day! Pretty seriously! And you as well! And Jaaster now, too?!”

Etienne heard the tightening of fists in leather gloves. They slowly raised their chin, looking up at their brother with a complete lack of concern that they knew he would find infuriating. That squeezing sound spoke of a violence Adi would never actually enact. They feared very little from Adi aside from his rejection. Strictly speaking, this anger was not rejection.

“...And?”

“Well, you’re the ringleader, aren’t you? So you’re the one to be cross with. What is the meaning of this foolishness?! Since when are you so barbaric? Is this Vander’s influence? Before you met him, you weren’t like this!”

Etienne tensed. Those words plucked a nerve they hadn’t realized was so exposed. Now their whole body thrummed with the vibration of such an incongruent note. They spat back their discontent.

“...So, you think a lady can’t be violent without the influence of a man? That’s rich coming from you. Does that mean, then, that you think my mild manners were all the man I was with before?”

“You are a chameleon, aren’t you? You tell everyone you started fighting to impress him.”

Etienne sucked in a breath through their teeth. “That’s not quite true. I did it... because I needed it. And I needed him too. It was... me realizing my own potential, separate from who I thought I was supposed to be. I began making myself into who I wanted to be, not who I should be. And if Vander had an influence on that, it is only because he asked me why I was so stubbornly committed to doing the right thing when the right thing made me unhappy! It’s because he cheered me on every time I improved or shined a little brighter! Isn’t it the same with you and your beau? Do you not like how he lets you indulge yourself? How he is proud of you?”

Adi replied only with the creak of his hands slowly unclenching.

“Anyroad, you came to my office to hear me defend my actions, did you not? I should think you would prefer me finding an outlet for my frustrations rather than trying to force things with you and Telesphore like I once did. As for Memnon - if he’s fighting and training with us, then he’s not elsewhere, learning worse habits from worse people, and I should think you’d prefer that to the alternative. Because he’s not going to sit in a basement and smoke moko and wait around for you while you play hero healer for the company, you know! If he wants to learn, let him learn, damn it! If he wants to get knocked down, let him do it with us, where we can help him stand back up!”

“I don’t want him getting hurt, he - he’s been hurt enough already.” Adi bowed his head. “He was so close to gone, Etienne. We almost lost him. I -- almost --”

Etienne gestured to the chair nearby with far too much flourish in their wrist. Adi sat down.

“It’s alright,” Etienne said quietly. “We’ve all lost so much, it makes sense for us to cling even harder than before. Especially when we’ve had to let go of... those that kept us steadiest.”

Etienne set their quill down, pushing back on their chair, arms crossed over their chest. “Honestly, I’m sure you’d rather rant to Milloux or Miss Vio about this. I’m sorry that it’s just me now. We were both doing a lot better when we had buffers between each other, weren’t we?”

Silence.

“...Why haven’t you told him it bothers you? Why take it out on me?”

“...I don’t want to take it away from him, even though I’m so worried. Right now, more than anything else - he needs activities, he needs friends, he needs a win, a reason to get out of the mansion. Even if I don’t approve, I know well enough that I shouldn’t isolate him for my own peace of mind. That would be even worse - an even bigger risk for him in terms of his recovery.”

“Don’t martyr yourself with things unsaid. My advice as a divorcee.”

Adi drew his knees up to him on the chair. “I think this is the sort of thing I just need to make peace with.”

“...So you came here to make peace by picking a fight with me? Darling, are you sure you don’t need a few rounds in a fighting pit?”

A snort.

“You knew damn well that you could yell at me all you like and I won’t change. To try and use me to keep your partner from fighting - to throw Jaaster, who is a grown man capable of his own decisions, who could cave your skull in with a single punch, in case you needed to be reminded - under the cart because you personally find fighting distasteful,” Etienne picked up their quill again, then set it down. They leaned forward, brow slapped against their palm. “That’s so bloody paternalistic it makes me sick. Do you think your friend and your lover don’t know any better? Why am I the one responsible for your ire?”

“Because you’re their leader now, and you’re encouraging them,” Adi said, slowly unfolding. “Are you really there as a useful training exercise or are you there to play and show off? Are you looking out for them properly?”

“What do you want from me, Adi? Because I will not apologize. Memnon is not the only one who needs this - who needs a twelvesdamned win.”

“I want you to act like a leader, not some show-off who plays games.”

“You want me to act like Milloux? What would she have done in my place, praytell?”

“She would have thanked me for my patience.”

“Thank you, Adi, for... what, precisely? Saving your lectures only for me? You would never have spoken to her this way.”

“I didn’t need to.”

“Liar. You simply respected her enough to not question her authority.”

“No. She respected me enough to always listen to my concerns.”

Etienne exhaled harshly, almost an exclamation.

“I’m trying, Adi. I am seriously trying. I’m sorry I didn’t square it away with you before I started taking everyone. I just wanted a bit of fun for all of us. I wanted to go somewhere where I could just fight alongside them without worrying about it. I know our hearts are torn in half by what’s happened, and I just... I can’t let my colors change again, I can’t just pretend to be her and do what she might’ve done. I’m through with living that way. I don’t want to be a chameleon, I just want to be me. I didn’t ask to lead the company, it just happened that way.”

“She’s the reason I stayed, you know. She and Lettie and Jaaster.”

“...Not me. I know.” Etienne took a breath through their nose: it sounded suspiciously like a sniffle.

“Now who’s being a martyr.”

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#writing #ffxivwrite2022 #plot: curse my name #adi things #but also eti things

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musingsofabookworm1 · 26 days

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My Last Five Reads

Spring break didn't hold much for reading. Neither did the second half of march in general, but it did hold some good reads.

The American Daughters by Maurice Carlos Ruffin - The plot synopsis on the flap/Goodreads told way too much about this book. I think I rated it a 4 instead of a 5 due to waiting for what was divulged. So I will divulge much less. Ady and her mother Sanite are slaves. They spend their days and nights together, and Ady adores the stories her mother tells of the strong women they descended from. Then the two get separated. The plot is good. The writing is top notch. Just don't read anything about it before you start because Ady's story just won't be as poignant.

After Annie by Anna Quindlen - I felt like this book took me forever to read. According to Goodreads, it took 6 days. But to me, that is forever. And it took forever because of the gut-wrenching sadness of the plot. In the first chapter, Annie dies of a brain aneurysm. She leaves behind a husband, four children, and a best friend who don't know what to do without her. But Ali, the oldest of the children at fourteen, is the one who decides she has to be the one in charge of her siblings and the two aforementioned adults. Heartbreaking doesn't even begin to describe the feeling I got each time I opened the book. It's extremely well written (no surprise from this author) and raw with emotion. 4 stars.

The Last One Home by Victoria Helen Stone - This was a pretty average read started just before our spring break trip to Atlanta, read at night at the hotel when I couldn't sleep, and at the airport before we flew home. There are two timelines: present day with Lauren and 35 years ago with her mother, Donna. In the present timeline, Lauren's paternal grandmother has suffered a stroke and can no longer live in the family home. She "wills" it, per se, to Lauren. Her mother, Donna, has ... issues with her father's family. These issues have caused Lauren trouble throughout her life and continue to do so into her adulthood. Secrets are uncovered as Lauren tries to begin a new life away from her ex in this secluded farmhouse. Writing wasn't bad. Plot was a bit unrealistic. Not bad, not good, just average. 3 stars.

The Witch of Tin Mountain by Paulette Kennedy - A good with witch novel! At the start, I was a little leery as I wasn't connecting the characters with one another, but once things became clearer, I liked it even more. The plot spans mainly 100 years: 1831 - 1931 in Arkansas. In 1831, we briefly meet Celeste who is giving up her son and an important book seemingly walking off to her death. A hundred years later, Gracelynn and her adoptive grandmother continue to live in the Ozarks among whispers that the "cures" they create make them witches. When an evangelist comes to town, the townspeople no longer need said cures. But even worse, Granny recognizes him. Because in the middle of these 100 years, she saw this man in another form and made a deadly promise. I'll end there because this one is too good to spoil! 4 stars

A Great Country by Shilpi Somaya Gowda - The Shah family is living the American dream in a gated community in California. The parents came to America from India, built up a tech-start-up, and have created an ideal life for their children. But at a dinner party one night, they receive a phone call that their 12-year-old son has been arrested. This book was short. Not even 250 pages. And for almost half, the arrest is a mystery as the author spends time building character background. As I read, this irritated me because I so badly wanted to know what was happening to the son. Though I understand now why the author did this: wanting the reader to feel the same anxiety the parents did when they did not know what happened to their son. Once we do find out, the book stays in present-day and focuses on the plot of the legal battle following the arrest and how the event affects the entirety of the family: including the high-school-age daughters. Timely, moving, and an incredible amount of character and plot put into a short amount of pages. 5 stars.

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hannagoldworthy · 4 years

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Runaways 3

(The year 32 BBY, according to the Old Canon, was a particularly important year for the small planet of Tatooine. This snippet takes place less than a week after Shmi stole the krayt dragon pearls, just for scale.)

(Trigger warning: Maul and Aurra spend most of their brief interaction slut-shaming and virgin-shaming each other. It’s PG-13, part sarcasm, and part assertion of dominance...commonplace in a seedy part of Mos Espa, but it might make some uncomfortable.)

(Lekku signing is in italics.)

“It’s another message.” Aayla said that part out loud, waiting until Quinlan Vos rolled out from underneath the speeder they were repairing to sign with her lekku, “From the Council.”

“Don’t answer,” Quin signed back, moving his dreadlocks with the Force. He’d learned to ‘speak’ her language in the earliest years of their partnership; it came in handy, when they needed to communicate without their ‘bosses’ hearing while undercover.

“I’m not…but it could be important.”

“And Tatooine is important, too,” Quin signed, standing and grabbing a towel to wipe the grease off his face. “One of Dreddon’s main weapons suppliers loses a valuable Force-sensitive slave in a pod racing bet, and then loses the kid’s mother to a bandit? Expensive Core World star cruisers blowing in and out of the place like it’s a fueling station? Raids on native and off-worlder dwellings, apparently by each other, but the culprits are all on the Hutts’ payroll? Tusken Raiders amassing in the desert and Jabba forming a small army to fight them?”

“I know, Master,” she sighed. “But if we don’t answer…”

“We’ll just tell them that we didn’t get the message because of a bad reception. It’s worked before.”

“Which does not mean it will work forever.”

“Hey, if this is the last time I can use the excuse, you have to admit it will be worth it.” Quin winked. “Now, did you get any info from the accounting offices?”

Aayla nodded. “They’ve got lump sums prepared under the names Cad Bane and Nashtah. Bane never uses any other name, but I’m pretty sure Nashtah’s a pseudonym.”

“I think you’re right. Aurra Sing likes to keep things subtle.” Quin made a face. “Jedi Hunters…I hope this doesn’t mean they’re on to us.”

“There’s also this.” Aayla produced the day’s edition of the Mos Espa Binary.

“A personal ad?”

“Yes, advertising a night ‘To make my aura Sing,’ for ‘double the usual fair,’ signed Seris.”

“Uh…yeah. That’s fishy. I think you should follow up on that.”

“Me?” Aayla grimaced. “But, what if I’m wrong, and it really is just a booty call or something?”

“Then wish them a productive evening and get the hell out of there.”

“I’m sixteen, Quin.”

“Which is why you are not getting anywhere near Bane, Aayla. He’s a tricky one, and will kill you.”

“So will Sing.”

“Yeah, but she gloats. Anyone can kick her ass if they catch her monologuing.”

“Master, she is a fallen Jedi…”

“One that never made it past her first year as Padawan. You can handle this, Misty.”

Aayla shrugged helplessly. “Well, if you’re wrong, I intend to haunt you.”

“Best night’s sleep I’ll have gotten in my life.”

“You’re a jackass.”

***

That night Cad Bane was heading out alone into the desert, probably to scout out where the Tusken tribes had gathered; Jabba wanted revenge for what had happened to Gardulla, and though it was obvious that the Tuskens were not responsible for that attack, they were the most convenient scapegoat. However, Quinlan knew the terrain better and also knew some Tusken. He was going to take a shortcut through Beggar’s Canyon and warn the chieftains. “Don’t worry, Misty. One of the chiefs is an ex-Jedi and not a fallen one either. He won’t let them kill me.”

“If he knew you, he’d want to save the pleasure for himself.”

“Rude,” Quin smirked, bopping her nose with one finger. “Give the lovers my regards, hey?”

“They wouldn’t like you either!”

Aayla was headed for a shack on the edge of town, typically used for the sort of late-night assignations advertised. Knowing from traumatic research into just how much an hour with a Rutian Twi’lek girl her age could cost on most Hutt planets, and from equally traumatic personal experience the lengths slavers and rapists would go to in order to get her for free, she took care to avoid the busy night streets, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. She reached the assigned address about half an hour before the meeting was to take place, and lay flat on her stomach on the rooftop, reining in her Force presence so that Sing would not sense her, wincing at every noise the wood and adobe structure made under her weight. She intended to get a good look at her quarry, not to fight them, but if a fight did end up occurring, she needed to evaluate them both – Sing she’d received a rundown on, but the mysterious stranger was…

…not the sort of person she was expecting.

The Zabrak male arrived perhaps five minutes after she got settled. He appeared out of the desert in dark bantha-wool clothing, looking for all the world like a ghost out of Tusken folklore. He was young, but Aayla found it difficult to pinpoint just how young, because his black tattoos and no-nonsense demeanor made him seem much older. There was a sort of efficiency to his gait which bespoke the talents of a trained sword fighter, but the form to which he unconsciously conformed even as he walked was one which Aayla had only seen used by Master Windu.

Form VII…he was a dark-sider. And not a Temple drop-out like Aurra Sing; he had to have learned this from someone else, because Master Windu did not teach anyone Form VII, not even his own apprentices.

Aayla froze, barely allowing herself to think, for fear the Zabrak would sense her, but he paid the rooftop no more than a passing glance, and acknowledged no presence save for the glitteryll junkies making out in the alleyway beside the shack. Those he scared off with a fearsome, animalistic roar; obviously, he wanted this meeting to be private. With one last glance around the place, the Zabrak entered the hovel, and waited.

Aurra Sing arrived right on time for the meeting, her sashaying hips and sultry mannerisms hiding the fact that her hand was always on her blaster hilt. She entered the hovel without delay, slamming the flimsy wooden door shut behind her.

“Hey, baby, how ya been?” she purred; the crackling walls may have been made of adobe, but Tatooine sand was notoriously porous, and Aayla could hear every word. “I hope you brought the wine, because I brought the goods.”

“Cut the act, Sing,” the Zabrak sneered in a mellifluous voice; somehow Aayla could hear his eyes roll. “You know what my business is.”

“Ruin my fun, why dontcha?” There was a pout in Sing’s tone. “An uptight little virgin like you could probably use a good lay.”

He snorted. “Perhaps, but I could do without the twenty different infestations I’d get from you.”

“Rude. It can’t be more than seven.” There was the soft rasping of a wooden chair against the dirt floor. “So, handsome. What’ve you got this time that’s worth double my fair to you? Has Daddy finally let you kidnap yourself a blow-up doll?”

There was a pause, likely for effect. “I want you to leave Tatooine, and not come back, at least until the current conflict has blown over.”

“…That’s a tall order, babe. I’m gonna have to ask you to pay me up front, in full, before I even consider it.”

“You were willing to do my job ahead of getting paid before…”

“Before, I wasn’t breaking contract with a Hutt. Reneging on a deal with one of them gets me blacklisted from every respectable bounty guild in the galaxy – if it doesn’t get my pasty white ass flayed and hung from the walls as a tapestry. It’s not worth twice my usual fee, it’s worth a hundred. So pay up, or I’m leaving.”

“If my plan goes through, this planet will soon be free of the Hutts…”

“This business doesn’t run on ifs, kid. Talk to you late…”

Until now, the rustling noises the walls made had been mere background noise, something that everyone present could have blamed on the wind or on structural settling. However, beneath Aayla’s weight there was a loud crack, and an instant later, she’d landed on the floor below her, and the only thing that broke her fall was a rickety old table that was reduced to kindling. Gingerly she looked up, glancing between Sing and the Zabrak, unsure which one would move to kill her first.

Sing looked bemused, evaluating the hole in the ceiling with a wry look on her face. “It’s raining women, hallelujah. You have the most expensive taste in girlfriends, sonny boy.”

The Zabrak paused his intense stare toward Aayla in order to deliver a legendary eye roll. “It’s called class, Sing. Ever heard of it?”

“It must take one gigantic piece of…class to land a Jedi in your lap.” Sing folded her hands together, looking toward the ceiling as if praying. “Please, if anyone’s out there, make mine orange, and give me a chance to watch them kick the everlasting crap out of Hondo Ohnaka.”

The Zabrak glared back at Aayla, and she saw that his eyes were an amber-brown, which reflected yellow in the starlight which filtered through the new window. “Jedi?”

“Hey, I think I might have seen you around before…aren’t you that snotty little mechanic who works for…?”

Aayla closed her eyes, and reached out for the huntress’s blaster; it was set to stun, likely to prevent from killing anyone for free. Good. With one tug, she pulled the trigger, and Aurra Sing took a stun bolt to her leg and sank to the ground.

Sing was still mostly conscious, however; she’d probably taken worse before. With her eyes un-focusing in different directions, she tilted her head in Aayla’s general direction. “You…little…shrew…”

The Zabrak pulled the blaster to his hand with a flick of the wrist, and he administered a second stun bolt to Aurra’s chest. The pale huntress was out like a light.

And then the Zabrak took Aayla’s hand in his and rushed her out the door. “Don’t look back,” he growled. “Just keep walking with me until we’re out of sight; stunnings happen all the time out here.”

“But…but we can’t just leave her…”

“We can and we must. I’ve seen her take five stun bolts in a blood rage and keep going; we have to put as much distance between her and us as possible.”

She yanked against his hold, suddenly terrified at the strength of his grip. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh for Force sake, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stopped and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look into his bright and terrible eyes. “A family friend is in grave danger on these robbers’ account, and I’m trying to protect him. And you have information that will help me with that.”

Aayla found herself blinking away tears, to her humiliation. “And once you have that information, I’ll be of no further use to you.”

His gaze softened. “No, please…please don’t cry,” he said, reaching up to wipe a tear from her left cheek with the back of his hand. “You will be allowed to return to your Order, I promise.”

She scoffed. “Dark-siders make many empty promises.”

“I swear, on my mother’s life, that no harm will come to you on my account.”

Aayla looked from one eye to the other, terrified, but observant. He certainly seemed to be telling the truth…and she didn’t want to risk a fight with him, knowing that her training had yet to be completed and he was obviously brought up on fighting.

“Okay,” she choked out a reply from what she – mortified – suspected was a sob. “What do you want me to do?”

“Hurry.” And he was dragging her by one hand again, this time in an all-out run toward a dune just outside of town.

***

It was immensely comforting to Aayla when instead of the pitch-black, villainously-angled speederbike she had been half-expecting the Zabrak led her to a lanky, friendly eopie. It was even more comforting to see how the docile animal snuffled lovingly at the Zabrak’s face and pockets, obviously begging for a treat.

“There’s no time now, Linn my lovely,” he cooed affectionately in a tone at utter odds with his formidable aspect. “Let my guest ride with me now, all right?”

The eopie shook its head and neck, and knelt on one knee to allow access to the saddle on its back. The Zabrak offered Aayla a lift up, but she declined and mounted gracefully, extending a hand to him. That earned her a faint smile; he accepted the hand, and let himself be hauled onto the animal in front of her.

“My Master will have warned the Tuskens by now, if nothing went wrong.”

“Warned them of what?”

“Cad Bane. He was going hunting for their location, no doubt intending to send a beacon to Jabba’s forces.”

In the palace that dominated the center of Mos Espa, a loud horn rang out through the night; dust began to swirl in the town, indicating a large group of people moving in one direction.

The Zabrak jerked the reins, and coaxed the eopie into as fast a gallop as possible. “Something went wrong.”

“Go for Beggar’s Canyon. That was the shortcut he intended to take.”

***

The canyon, when they found it, was deathly still. Despite the urgency, the eopie slowed to a walk.

“What are you doing?” Aayla hissed.

The Zabrak held a hand up to signal her for silence, and then pumped his fist in the air, letting out an accurate Tusken war cry. He was answered with other cries throughout the canyon, and masked and hooded figures began to creep out from all corners, bearing ancient blaster rifles and new gaderffii sticks.

One tall warrior came up to the eopie’s side to take her companion’s arm. “Man, I am glad to see you,” he said. “You missed out on the fun…Dad got his ass reamed by some cone-headed Jedi who crash-landed a mile from here, and then this rad-looking tattooed guy speeder-tackled a blue guy with a bunch of medical conditions who had a signal beacon to rat us out. Lucky us, we got it away from him, and activated it here.”

“In the perfect place for an ambush.”

“Hell yeah, brother! And we’ve got two actual, active Jedi on our side.”

“Make that three.” He took Aayla’s hand again, and clicked to the eopie to make it lean slightly, so that she could slip off. “Find your Master, and stay with him…we have time.”

She held his hand when he tried to take it away, and looked right into his amber eyes. “May the Force be with you.”

He laughed without smiling, and shook his head. “It already is. Keep some for yourself…you’re going to need it.”

And then Aayla released him, and practically flew toward the hiding-hole where she could sense Quin waiting. When she got there, she threw herself into her Master’s embrace, only to find a set of pale yellow eyes gazing placidly at her over Quin’s shoulder.

“Master Mundi…what a, surprise…”

“Save the pleasantries, young Secura,” grumbled the old Cerean. “You and your damn fool of a Master have been dodging the Council’s calls for months. The only reassurance we had that you were not dead was that Tholme had not run away from his post yet.”

A Tusken warrior tilted his head quizzically. “You’re Tholme’s apprentice, and you’re this stupid?”

“Shut up, Hett. You should hear the stories Master Koth tells about you.”

Master Mundi patted the warrior’s hand. “Eeth thinks the world of you, Sharad, don’t listen to him.”

“Quiet, you morons,” spat a woman’s voice from another hole. “They’re almost upon us!”

***

Like many young Jedi-in-training, Aayla Secura had sometimes fallen into the pitfall of romanticizing war and glory. It tended to happen when one gave an energy sword to a minor; with a few glaring exceptions, Padawans gradually grew out of the phase.

The skirmish on Tatooine forced Aayla to grow ten years in about thirty minutes.

She was a Twi’lek. She was supposed to be able to analyze a situation more quickly than those who did not possess her brain-tails; her memories were supposed to form quicker and last longer than other humanoids. But, in the years to come, she would look back on this canyon and remember only dust, and confusion, and the anger of the enemy and of the people who were supposed to be her fellows. The epic battles which she would fight in the future would seem like child’s play to this maelstrom of sand and death; at least there, she could more easily discern friend from foe. Here, everyone possessed much of the same garb, and it was all she could do to follow the lead of the more experienced Jedi present.

When the dust settled, the Tuskens had routed Jabba’s goons, and moved toward Mos Espa to finish the fight. By the end of that cold desert night, the town was theirs, and the Tuskens installed their War Leader in the palace that had once been Gardulla’s.

Who that War Leader would be was under significant debate, because most of the chieftains voted for Sharad Hett and, like a true (ex) Jedi, he kept refusing the role. But, whoever the Leader was, they most certainly were installed in the throne room. Aayla did not get to hear the resolution to that argument, because Ki-Adi-Mundi practically frog-marched her and Quin out of the palace.

“You two were supposed to be back on Coruscant six months ago,” he said in one of the Palace hallways. “There have been some strange happenings going on.”

Master and Apprentice looked sheepishly at each other and shrugged. “Bad connection?” Quin offered.

“Do you really think we were going to fall for that line of mynock guano forever?”

Aayla winced. “Really bad connection?”

Master Mundi looked about ready to collapse dead of apoplexy. “I fully intend to get on a holocomm call, as soon as possible, and ask Tholme for permission to box each of your ears.”

Quin grinned. “That doesn’t sound really Jedi, Master.”

The Cerean held his hands up as if he intended to strangle the wayward Kiffar, smiled disconcertingly, and grabbed Quin’s shirt instead. “Don’t tempt me, boy.”

Aayla was fighting not to laugh – her Master had this effect on members of the Council, and they never actually followed through on any threats – when a flurry of motion in the Hall behind Master Mundi caught her attention. A human family was having a quiet, but emotional reunion – no, humanoid family, for while the older woman and the young boy in the group embrace were indeed human, the young man clasping both of them fiercely was her Zabrak friend from before. There was tousled hair and tearful smiles, and each of them were absently brushing the endemic dust from each other’s shoulders, and Aayla found herself absorbed entirely.

At one point, the human woman broke away to hold the Zabrak’s face in her hands, murmuring something which Aayla could not hear. He’d sworn on his mother’s life, she remembered suddenly. And, upon closer examination, the two did have the same eyes; dirt brown, which gleamed gold under the caress of the twin Tatooine stars, under the recognition of precious love.

“Padawan, are you even listening?”

The young Twi’lek blinked, and smiled unrepentantly. “No. Was there something important said?”

In the explosion of righteous fury that occurred, the small but happy little family passed into another hall, unnoticed by any off-worlder save Aayla. She did not see them again in the few hours left to her on Tatooine, but the memory of them would catch her off-guard for months to come, bringing a smile to her face in the most boring of remedial classes assigned to her for her insubordination.

Perhaps her quiet friend had been a dark-sider once, but Aayla had a feeling that he’d earned his quiet repose on a distant planet. She would not rob him of that.

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Never Forget You [Chapter 2]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader A/N: i told you it goes downhill fast ehehehe. enjoy :) Warnings: angst with a hint of fluff. im sorry in advance. italicized paragraphs = flashbacks

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but stare at you from his seat.

After all these years of waiting and wandering, he was finally getting the answers a long lost version of his younger self longed for. He should be paying more attention, but he was still trying to comprehend that you were standing here, a couple feet away and he was helpless to do anything about it.

Unbeknownst to him, you also felt helpless but for an unrelated reason, kind of. You stood in the center of the room, all eyes on you. Some were hanging on to every word you said, others were judging and trying to read you. You could feel it, all the energies mixing together to create a mess of signals that made you feel small compared to them as they sat in their almighty chairs.

The one that stood out the most, however, was his. Mainly because you couldn’t feel it. He was hiding his sensitivity, but why?

You were able to sense it outside the Temple when you first arrived. It hit you almost as if it had been calling, reaching, waiting to connect your Force bond, but before it could it was pulled away leaving an empty and cold path in its wake.

“Something to say, Master Y/l/n does I believe,” Yoda spoke, his voice cutting through your train of thought.

You cleared your throat a bit, “Uh, yes. For the past ten years I’ve been on Gyfill undercover as a fellow Seperatist. My mission was to retrieve information and report back to Master Windu and Master Yoda. Recently, I overheard talk of a doomsday weapon. I asked around more and managed to get my hands on the blueprints. It was too dangerous to stay afterwards so Master Yoda pulled me out and...here I am,” You ended your little speech with an awkward shrug.

Obi-Wan let a small fond smile form on his face at the gesture.

The rest of the council on the other hand were less than amused.

Master Ki-Adi Mundi spoke first. “Why was the entirety of the council not made aware of this so-called ‘mission’?” he asked skeptically.

“It was highly classified and only a certain number of people could be trusted at the time,” Master Windu defended, leaning forward in his chair. “Master Yoda and I took careful consideration when choosing who knew what.”

“But why send such a young one? Barely into their first month as a Jedi Knight?” Master Plo Koon questioned.

You looked to your former Master, curious as to what his answer would be. You knew the truth, but did everyone else?

Master Windu and Master Yoda exchanged a look, a similar one to that they had the first time you were informed of the mission. As one of them opened their mouth to reply, a thick Coruscanti accent spoke first.

“Because they were already qualified for it. Master Y/l/n excelled during their training and passed the trials with flying colours. I witnessed it myself. I see no reason why the former Padawan of Mace Windu shouldn’t go on such a mission,” Obi-Wan praised, his eyes never leaving your figure.

You kept your gaze forward.

“Thank you for your input, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu hesitated, glancing between the two of you. “As Kenobi so...keenly praised, Master Y/l/n was, although young, completely capable and, being my own Padawan, an obvious source of trust.”

You tried not to show the sense of pride that filled you, after all validation from your superiors is always a good feeling. Obi-Wan’s words still floated through your mind, however. Praise from a Master is always welcomed, but this felt different. Nevertheless, you didn’t spare him a glance.

“Further discuss this later we will. Rest now, Master Y/l/n should,” Yoda said, leaning against his cane as he stared you down.

You bowed your head, “Thank you, Master,” You said gratefully. In all honesty you were feeling exhausted, the adrenaline from returning home gone and the jet lag catching up had taken a toll on you. You tried to mask it in your Force signature, however, things are not always so easily hidden from the Grand Master himself.

Without looking back, you made your leave.

Obi-Wan watched you go. The Council members started discussing something but all their words fell deaf in comparison to the loud creak and slam of the doors closing. It took him a heartbeat to stand up and start to chase after you.

“Going somewhere you are, Master Kenobi?”

He paused, realizing he acted without thought and now had to come up with a lie. “Yes, er, I figured I would escort Master Y/l/n to their room...as you know they haven’t been back long and the Temple halls can become quite the maze.” It was a rash excuse but plausible enough to cover his impulsive decision.

Master Yoda narrowed his eyes for a moment and studied the man before nodding his head, permitting his exit.

Obi-Wan smiled briefly before quickly dashing out of the room. He looked left and right, searching the Force for the direction you had gone. It was surprisingly easy to locate you, given that he wasn’t adjusted to feeling for Force signature after so many years.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Master Y/l/n!”

•••

You laughed as you jumped across the river and ran towards the closest tree, quickly using the Force to help you reach the branches as you climbed. “Nice try, Obi. Better luck next time.”

Obi-Wan pouted at the bottom of the trunk. “That’s not fair.“

“Not my fault the high ground always wins,” You taunted, retracting your lightsaber before jumping back down. “You have much to learn, young Padawan.“

“Oh ha ha,” Obi-Wan spoke sarcastically, but on the inside he was grinning widely. With your trials coming up quickly, there hasn’t been a lot of time for you both to simply play around like you used to.

You lightly bumped the young man with your shoulder as you ran past him towards the waterfall. “Come on, last one to our cave has to clear out all the aspory!”

Obi-Wan followed, calling after you in protest. But anyone could hear the laughter in his innocent voice.

“Y/n/n!”

•••

You froze in your tracks at the sound of that name. A name you haven’t heard in almost a decade. Instantly, you regretted stopping. It would have been easier to just keep walking away, pretend you never heard his voice. His sweet voice. But you did stop, and now you had to deal with what you’ve been mentally preparing since you packed your bag on Gyfill.

“General Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan tried not to frown at the monotone in your voice. He didn’t expect you to run into his arms after all this time, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for the blank expression you bore when you turned around to face him.

It was the first time he got to see your face up close since you left. From a distance you looked like the average adult, but up close he could finally recognize you.

Your face had matured quite a bit, although that was a given. Gone was the youthful glow he vaguely remembered, replaced with a look only those haunted by war would hold.

He would know, after all. It was the same look he witnessed every day in himself.

“I… uh…” He looked away as you raised your eyebrow, clearing his throat. “It is nice to see you again after all these years, Y/n.”

“Likewise,” You replied, however, your face didn’t express any joy that is typically paired with friendly reunions. You glanced around the corridors, as if anxious to be caught in this situation. “As much as I would like to stay and chat, and I really must be getting to my chambers,” you excused, taking a subtle step backwards.

“I understand. Perhaps I could escort you there? We can catch up and you can tell me about all the adventures you must have endured during your stay on Gyfill.” Obi-Wan offered a smile and extended his hand, putting the other behind his back in true gentleman fashion.

You stared at his hand for a moment, noticing how much bigger they had gotten. Slight wrinkles were visible, along with a few scars no doubt from past battles. His veins were more prominent as well and areas of his palm were a light shade of red.

When you made no move at the gesture, Obi-Wan awkwardly let his hand fall to his side, a blush rising to his cheeks in embarrassment. “Or uh... perhaps another time?”

You wanted to say something, but no words would come to mind. Instead, you simply nodded your head before turning on your heel and casually walked away as best you could, ignoring the gut feeling inside telling you giving him the cold shoulder was the wrong move. It doesn’t matter. The less we see each other the better.

He wanted to follow, reaching his hand out as he watched you leave him once more. Short flashes of you walking towards the ship paralleling you walking down the hall came to mind and it felt like being dunked in a tank of cold water.

It was clear you were no longer the person he knew in his youth.

Obi-Wan was smart enough to know when to take a hint. If you did not wish to rekindle your friendship, then so be it. Perhaps it was for the best.

•••

“How can that be?” A part of you chided yourself for questioning your Master, however, you could not help it.

Master Windu gave you a disappointed look, as if he expected you to already be aware of your so-called sins. “You and Obi-Wan and destined for great things, young Y/l/n. Your attachment to each other puts both of you at risk.”

Attachment?. “Master, what are you implying?”

Master Yoda decided to step in. “Reason there is, chosen you were for this mission. Bond between Padawan Kenobi and You, dangerous it is.”

“How can being friends be dangerous?” You crossed your arms and frowned.

“Knight Y/l/n, the fact that you are arguing with us right now proves our suspicions. Qui-gon and I have let it go on for far too long and it ends here. Remove your attachment to Obi-Wan Kenobi… or give up your Jedi status.” Master Windu, for all the times he managed to keep a cold stone face, couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of remorse after announcing the ultimatum. The bond between Master and Padawan was no-doubt strong, and of all the Padawans he’s had, you were by far one of his most prized pupils. Seeing you leave the Order and disgrace his lineage is the last of his few desires.

Your mouth gaped as your eyes widened in shock. You stared at the two Master’s in front of you, contemplating your next words. The Order was your life, everything you’ve grown to center yourself around. You couldn’t leave.

There was no choice.

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thoughts on neyo?

Commander Neyo of the 91st Recon Corps. He served as commander following the death of Commander Pond and would fall under the effects of the chip in the final days of the Clone Wars, firing upon and killing Jedi and General Stass Allie. He also served under Jedi Generals Mace Windu and Adi Gallia.

He had a face tattoo with his birth designation: CC-8826. In Canon, he is not given much personality outside "cold" and "exacting."

In Legends, he is also characterized as a man of few words, being quite brief and concise. He was also characterized as kinda morose and even nihilistic.

I feel like a lot of the characterization that Neyo gets is in legends materials and, specifically, through the Alpha-17 training program. Even then, I don't think he makes that many appearances--in canon or Legends.

If I'm not mistaken, in Legends materials, he had a good rapport with Commander Bacara, which is impressive considering that Bacara's main personality trait in canon was simply just "loner." (Which is kinda surface-level, if you ask me.) He was also characterized as "strict," "militant," and "extremely efficient" (in canon).

To have a good rapport with someone so demanding, I feel you'd either have to be of extremely like mind or extremely patient and even-tempered. Given Neyo's limited canon characterization, I feel it's the first: that he and Bacara are of like mind.

I'm sure both characters would be more complex if they were explored more in canon materials.

But I'm not gonna lie, both characters have been kinda spoiled for me as a fan because most of the people who I see hyping them up as "super cool and hard-core characters" (they're not... they're not really explored in-depth and they exist pretty surface-level) are the Star Wars Stan Bois. They think it's really metal for someone to be cold and belligerent. These are the type of fans who think it's "alpha" to be hostile, violent, and aggressively masculine (machismo).

The fact both Neyo and Bacara are mainly characterized as "unfeeling" and "aggressive" just doesn't sit right with me. It very much gives "objectification" (without sexualization). Seeing men described as "aggressive" in media also just makes me uncomfortable. It very much reproduces our social idea that a man's only valid emotion is anger. Where are the men who cry? Where are the men who grieve or laugh? These sort of depictions of men, in my humble opinion, only help to reproduce violence (against other men and against women). And when the depiction is a black or brown man, it just gives racism.

That's why I implore people to make men more complex, emotionally, when they're telling stories. When men are not emotionally complex, it acts as confirmation for toxic boys that the behavior is socially permissible. If it's a black or brown man, it acts as confirmation for racists that black and brown men are a threat to their (and their white wife's) security.

The fannon HCs for Neyo and Bacara (from black and brown fans) will always be superior. If I'm engaging with Neyo and Bacara content, it's from them. They give both men so much more complexity and depth of personality. Like... people don't end up nihilistic for no reason. People don't try to numb themselves for no reason. People don't become sticklers for the rules or perfection for no reason. What happened and what continues to go on inside the minds of these men? That's the content I want to see, not Commanders coldly gunning people down and barking orders at people.

(If anyone has any content they'd like to suggest, drop it in the comments. Please--only SFW content. I don't trust NSFW content to... not still objectify these men.)

#Commander Neyo #Commander Bacara #Clones #The Clone Wars #Star Wars #ask #Thank you for asking!

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ad1thi · 3 years

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henlo adi tis i with a request for some stevetony fics,,, angsty if you have 'em 💓

okay so this rec list is mainly classic stevetony fics, but i assure you - there’s angsty ones in there (ive marked the angsty ones with a 😞 so you can identify them quicker) just a general note that a lot of authors are going to repeat, because there are some authors that (imo) are stevetony staples (so if you see an author more than once - thats a sign that ALL of their stevetony is good and ive cherry picked the ones i love the most) (ive also marked those authors with a 🌟)

in the light of limerence: @shell-heads

It's the final game of the season, their biggest one yet, and there's only one question on everybody's mind: who the hell is Captain Steve Rogers' boyfriend, and why does Cap keep dodging questions about him?

"You gotta admit it's suspicious that only Bucky and Sam have met your boyfriend, dude," Clint points out as he shoves Pietro away with a smirk, pulling the uniform over his head and tugging it down. "We've known you, what-two years? We've never seen the guy even once."

"And your phone mysteriously only has pictures of Tony Stark," Johnny Storm adds as he joins the conversation, knocking knees with Thor when he sits down on one of the benches. "Tony Stark, who has at least ten fansites and personally assured me he's had a boyfriend for the past five years."

"I can't believe Cap is actually out here acting like Tony Stark's boyfriend," Luke says with a smirk, resting against a wall without a care.

"I can't believe you guys still think this is a joke," Sam throws back while tossing his other dirty sock at Luke, who dodges it smoothly.

In little more than ten minutes, the biggest question of Shield University is answered with much aplomb by none other than Tony Stark himself.

almeno tu nell'universo: @silkspectred 😞 🌟 (funfact: this is the fic that got me into stevetony)

Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

Rookie and Jailbait Take On The World: @theapplepielifestyle 🌟

“You really should be in school, you know.”

“Why would I be there when I could be here, solving crimes with my favourite rookie?” Tony flashes a grin, and Steve’s stomach twists like it did on the first day.

Teenager, Steve’s mind supplies. Definitely not legal, stop doing fluttery things, stomach.

Thumb, Index and Pinky Extended: @/Eudoxia 😞

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you: @mizzy2k

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Celestial Navigation: @sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

Ironsides: @copperbadge 🌟

Antonia Carter Stark takes no shit and no prisoners.

Paved With Good Intentions (I’m On The Road To Hell): @itsallavengers 😞 🌟

When the mysterious group of vigilante assassins known only as 'The Avengers' are tipped off about the dirty secrets that lie within Stark Industries, Steve Rogers has his heart set on taking out Tony Stark for good in order to protect the rest of the world from his evil. He's seen the footage, after all- Stark is a man who fights only for himself. And of course, when a job arises as chief bodyguard for Stark, to protect him from the growing threat of an ominously infatuated stalker, the opportunity is way too good for him to miss out on. It's the perfect placement, and the perfect way to find out whether or not their tipoff is genuine.

But as Steve falls into rank as the new bodyguard for Mr. Stark and he spends time getting to know and protect him, his initial hatred begins to falter and merge into something different, something far more terrifying than the prospect of killing the face of Stark Industries.

Steve Rogers may just be falling in love with him instead.

The Problem With Communication: @itsallavengers

Steve is terrible at flirting, but when he finally picks up the courage to talk to the adorable barista who makes his drinks, he finds himself hitting a small snag:

That being, Tony is deaf. He doesn't know what Steve is saying.

But never say Steve Rogers does not rise to a challenge.

Killing Me Softly (With His Song): @itsallavengers

Steve is Tony's whole world. Tony couldn't imagine life without him. They've grown up together, after all.

Steve gets cancer.

Open Field In Front of Him: orphan account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

Good For You: @orbingarrow 😞

Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who abuse him. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.

The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

COMPLETE 5/27/16 Edited to add art as last chapter on 6/23/16

Wrapped Up In Clover: @festiveferret

It's been seven years since Steve and Tony split up, and Steve's sure he'll never see Tony again. He's finally managed to put their failed relationship behind him and move on, focusing on his friends and building his business. But then his best friends, Bucky and Clint, decide to get married, and their wedding week at a cabin resort in Vermont turns into a minefield of heartbreak for Steve.

little green soldiers: @/nasa 🌟

“Rhodey,” Tony says. “I’m not stupid. He’s shipping out in three months. I’m not going to fall in love with him.”

Tony is a student at MIT; Steve is a soldier. They meet at a house party six months before Steve is set to deploy. This is their story.

flesh and bone: @/nasa 😞

“You or Rogers?” they ask, brandishing a knife or a gun or a flame.

“Me,” Tony says, over and over again. “Me, me, me,” always me.

Buried: @not-close-to-straight

When Howard Stark demands Tony work at a dig site in S.America one summer to "build character" and "learn about life", Tony is furious. But then he meets soldier/archeologist Steve and falls in love with blue eyes and a perfect smile.

Just as they are ready to move forward together, Steve leaves abruptly with no explanation and breaks Tonys heart. Ten years later, Tony stumbles across the file for the old dig site. He's determined to visit and shut it down, but discovers that instead of a village, the dig has uncovered a temple and actually needs MORE money to stay open. A security team is hired to protect the staff and the artefacts they find, and Tony comes face to face with Steve Rogers all over again– except Steve is bearded and BIGGER and way more dangerous than he used to be...And Tony likes it.

When the camp is attacked, Steve jumps into action, snatching Tony and running into the jungle to escape and work their way towards safety. But long days and nights together bring back old feelings, and one day Steve takes a risk and asks Tony to give them another chance. Will Tony say yes? Or is his heart buried too far for the soldier-turned- archaeologist-turned-mercenary to find it?

don’t know why it took me so long to see: @3799steps

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognising his boyfriend past a mask

Heartlines: @nanasekei 🌟

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.“

Feel Whole Again: @thepartyresponsible

Steve turns to leave. It’s easier to talk, somehow, when he’s not looking at him. “If you need anything,” he says, “I’m just a few floors down.”

“Might regret that, Cap,” Tony says to his retreating back. “I’ve been told I’m needy.”

Steve doesn’t know who the hell said that to Tony. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

“It’s an honor,” he says, a little helpless, out of his depth and out of his time. “It’s an honor to be trusted with something like that, Tony.”

Attack Dog: @/salytierra

Steve doesn't swim in self-delusion. He knows that he is sick and that his owner is even worse. He is aware of it every time he rips some nameless guy’s throat out and feels the crunch of bones under his fingers. He is aware of it every time the rush of adrenaline at seeing life slip away from a stranger’s eyes hits him and gets him bothered and panting in ways that have nothing to do with physical exhaustion.

But it feels so good…

His owner’s approach is less personal. His shots fall clean and take out several foes at a time, his figure elegant and so graceful he looks like a god among savages. He is power incarnated, cold and burning like a sun at the same time… and Steve tries not to focus on him when they are fighting together, least his knees go weak and his technique falters. It’s fine though. They will go home afterwards and his owner will fuck him on the hard floor, with most of their gear still on and a vicious grip in his hair.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers/tony stark #stevetony staples #OKAY this is like 20 fics long #so im going to make a second post #and the second post will have more #but have these for now :)))#adi answers asks #rhodee

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typewrittenluck · 3 years

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Sorry General

AN: Okay hehe this is my first time ever posting a fic so be nice :/. It’s basically just self-indulgent Obi-Wan angst-fluff because I miss him and I’m excited for the new show. This takes place during The Clone Wars, Season 2, Episode 10. But you don’t have to watch it to understand what’s going on. Anyways enjoy!

Word Count: 2130

Warnings: None, Anakin being a lil’ shit

(gif creds to owner)

General Grievous had escaped yet again. It seemed as if every time the Jedi came close to capturing the sleaze ball, he would slip right through your hands. You could sense the tension in the air as everyone onboard the landing craft shared your anxiety, which increased your frustration by every person that you could feel through the force. It of course didn’t help that you were sent down to capture Grievous with none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi, who always had a knack for making you agitated.

As soon as the ship's doors opened, you began to take long strides out, already beginning to scope out the area and make mental notes of factors that might be influential to your mission.

At General Kenobi’s command, you and the troops began to move towards the wreckage of Grievous’s ship in hopes of finding something that would lead you to the General himself.

After scouting out the ship, Rex determined that the General couldn’t have been far off.

“We’ll split into teams. Rex, take Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, and Y/N and search those wetlands.” Obi-Wan said, gesturing vaguely in your direction.

“Actually, Kenobi,” you spat, “Seeing as I am a General, and therefore rank above Captian Rex, I will lead the troops to conduct a search of the wetlands.”

“Oh, right, of course General Y/N. I wouldn’t want to undermine your notable past with leading battalions and strategy missions.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Why I ought to-”

“Excuse me, Generals, if I may,” Rex stepped in between you two. “we really shouldn’t get distracted from the situation at hand.”

“Yes, of course Captain.” you replied, still glaring at Obi-Wan. “We should get going”

“Right. Cody, you, Crys, and I will pick it up from here.” said Obi-Wan. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said, turning to face you. “If you get a visual on General Grievous, for the love of the force Master Y/N, make contact before you make any rash decisions to engage.”

“From the two of us, Master Kenobi,” you replied, “It is not I who have a track record of making rash decisions.”

Once you were out of earshot, Cody spoke up. “Forgive me General, but you seem worried. I’m sure that General Y/N and Rex are capable of handling this. They are both very wise individuals.”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard, apparently deep in thought. “Yes. Wise indeed.”

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You felt a tug on the force and turned around just in time to see Rex get shot by a Commando droid.

“REX!” you screamed, as you and the clones rushed over to him.

Jesse and Hardcase finished off the last few droids before joining the small crowd gathering around Rex. It was deemed that the safest plan was to find shelter for the night, so that Rex could heal.

You and the clones made sure that Rex was as comfortable as possible and well-taken care of in the barn that you had secured a place in before you hopped on your speeders and continued your search of the wetlands.

“General, if it’s not too personal to ask, why do you and General Kenobi seem to fight about everything?” Jesse piped up after a little while.

“That is an extremely inappropriate question to ask your commanding officer soldier.” you snapped back.

“Right. Sorry.”

But it was too late. The question opened the floodgates that you worked so hard to keep closed. The overpowering emotions that you trapped behind a wall came rushing out and now, that was all that you could think about.

The constant questions. Why did Obi-Wan hate you? Why did he feel like you were inferior? Why is he so adamant that you shouldn’t be in charge of battles?

The constant anxiety. What if it’s a reflection of what the council thinks of me? What if everyone else feels that way too and they are just better at hiding it? What if I pass on my incompetence to my Padawan?

And above all, the crippling guilt. You were guilty because you felt responsible for him not liking you. You felt guilty because you broke the code. You felt guilty. Because you loved Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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Obi-Wan had been a Padawan for a mere two weeks, when a young girl from Dantooine had opened the doors to the Jedi temple, leading the way for an amused group of older Jedi. She had begun her training not long thereafter. On her first day, she walked into the training room and looked around, scoping out the area to decide where she would be comfortable. To Obi-Wan’s surprise, she picked a spot next to him.

Since that fateful day, their friendship blossomed, mainly due to the fact that their masters, Qui Gon Jinn and Ki-Adi-Mundi, were good friends. Obi-Wan and Y/N became very close. Closer, in fact, than any member of the Jedi order should become to another lifeform. But it was inevitable. The two were so alike and their personalities clashed together perfectly, as if the force had made it so that the two would meet. All of the older Jedi sensed the rising emotions in the two young apprentices, and they felt the need to take preventative measures. So when a mission with an indefinite length popped up on the faraway land of Mandalore, the council saw it as the best opportunity to give the two a break from each other. They sent Obi-Wan on a year long trip to ensure the safety of Mandalores sovereign ruler, Satine Kryze.

Y/N spent her time away from her best friend meditating on her emotions, and came to the conclusion that she had fallen for him. It was against the code. It was against her plan. But she had fallen, and fallen hard.

Obi-Wan ended up with a similar conclusion, after realizing that his emotions towards Satine were anything but new feelings, and he had experienced those same emotions a hundred times stronger towards Y/N.

The problem was that the two apprentices dealt with their feelings in completely different ways. Y/N became awkward and always on edge, and Obi-Wan saw it best to cut her out of his life as much as possible.

Which led them to where they were now. Grown members of the Jedi order who were still harboring childhood crushes on each other, buried deep, deep down.

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You were cut out of your train of thought by Obi-Wans voice.

“Captain Rex, come in please.”

“This is Y/N, Rex was injured.” you replied, still a little dazed by your sudden surge of emotion.

“What’s his condition?”

“He’ll be fine, but we had to find him shelter for the night.”

“Grievous is on the move. We’re headed to the West.” said Obi-Wan. “Swing around and we can meet up at the final escape pod. We’re going to need all of the firepower that we can muster.”

“Alright, we’re on our way.” you said, sharply turning your speeder around as the clones did the same.

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You arrived at Obi-Wans position just as you saw a ship attempting to land. You ran into the fray of flying bullets and disembodied droid limbs, jabbing and parrying with your lightsaber to get to Obi-Wan.

“Concentrate your fire on that ship!” he roared to the tanks.

He got distracted by his wrist-com and didn't see a laser ray coming straight at the back of his neck.

“Keep firing. Don't let that ship land.” he said, as you jumped behind him, drawing your lightsaber to deflect the bullet. He seemed shocked by your sudden appearance.

“I believe a thank you, Master Y/N, is in order.” you dead-panned.

He rolled his eyes, but mumbled an unintelligible thanks.

“The guns are overheated!” you heard a clone say from his wrist-com.

“It’s always something.” Obi-Wan grumbled in response. “Cody, Jesse, cover me!”

“Wait!” you exclaimed after him. “Where are you- oh nevermind.” you sighed as you saw him speed towards Grievous. You sprinted after him, knowing that he would need help.

He began fighting the foul droid General, their battle just a blur of blue and green light.

Just as you arrived at the fight, Grievous was climbing up the side of the ship. “Forget trying to land.” he growled in his raspy voice. You, however, were preoccupied with Obi-Wan who was knocked to the side. He groaned as you knelt by him, reaching feebly behind you as you heard Grievous say “Fire the engines.”

He was lifted into the night sky, narrowly dodging clone bullets as he laughed maniacally. “Jedi scum!”

“Are you alright?” you asked him.

“No.” he sighed in frustration. “We’re right back where we started!”

He called back to Cody. “Call the cruisers, see if they can stop that ship! And tell them to send someone to pick us up.”

You sensed his frustration and heard the defeat in his voice.

“Obi-Wan,” you started tentatively.

“What?” he snapped, his anger evident.

“I know it seems like a total failure-”

“Oh but it is!” he cut you off with contempt. “I’ve lost countless troops, just trying to capture Grievous, and now he’s right there. And I let him slip right past my fin-”

“No!” you cut him off this time. “This kind of talk is what leads to anger. You and I both know that anger leads you down the path of the dark side. This isn’t your fault Obi-Wan.”

Calling him by his first name is what, over all the other things, seemed to get through his head. “You don’t,” he stopped, looking into your eyes. “Blame me?”

And in that moment, standing in an empty battlefield in the middle of Saleucami, you both knew that he was talking about much more than this lost battle.

“You’ve done all that you can do. You did what you thought was right.” you replied.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Cody, saying that the transport had arrived to take you all back to the main ship. You two held eye contact for a brief moment before turning and heading in the direction that Cody had gone.

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You stood in the bridge, looking out of the enormous window with Admiral Yularen right beside you. A droid came up behind you two and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Jedi Master Y/N, Jedi Master Obi-Wan requests your presence.”

“How is he?” you asked.

“He is doing well! He has sustained only minor injuries and will heal very soon!” the droid replied chirpily.

“That’s a relief. Where does he want me to meet him?”

“His private quarters, I believe.”

“Top secret Jedi business, I presume.” chuckled Yularen as you blushed a bright red. You had a sneaking suspicion that this had nothing to do with the Jedi order.

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“Y/N.” He greeted you, bowing his head and using the force to close the door behind you.

“Obi-Wan.”

“I’m sorry.” he blurted, taking you a little by surprise by his bluntness. “I know that I confused you and I make you feel unwanted at times and I am the reason our friendship was ruined and I promise I have an explanation which is no excuse but you deserve to know why I-” he stopped rambling when he saw your raised eyebrows and caught himself.

He took a deep breath before beginning again.

“I had a lot of time to think when I was on Mandalore. But I kept thinking about the same thing. You. I couldn’t stop. And it was all that got me through each day, the thought of your face, and your smile, and your laugh. But that’s against the code. And the only way that I could get over you was to cut you off. But it didn’t work because by the stars and the planets Y/N, I love you. I care deeply for Jedi traditions and maintaining the code, but I love you Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“Oh Obi,” you sighed, stepping closer to him. “I realized it same as you. We have been drawn to each other since we met. It’s almost as if the force wanted us to be. And every day since that day that you left for Mandalore, I have looked at the sunrise, hoping that one day, it will bring light to what we once had.” You placed your hand on his scruffy cheek and stroked his jaw as he leaned into your touch. “I love you too.”

He pulled you into a hug, burying his face into your hair as you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

“Master- Oh! Sorry!” Anakin walked in, making you and Obi-Wan leap to opposite sides of the room, both of you burning a bright crimson color. Anakin’s eyes darted between the two of you, a smirk growing on his face.

“Not a word, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said sternly, already having an idea of the things that he knew that his former Padawan would say.

AN Again: I just really want a hug from this man

#star wars #Clone Wars #obi wan fluff #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fic #obi wan x reader #obi wan imagine

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ammalythic · 3 years

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The diary of a Norwegian troll

[Sorry for my bad English, I'm French. I do my best]

My oldest memories date from my 5 years.

I remember my last year of kindergarten. During this period, I had a "click" compared to other children my age. I quickly felt out of step. First of all because my way of defending myself was very childish but also because I was a clumsy, hypersensitive, anxious, nervous, anxious, obsessive, maybe even having a certain dyspraxia. I was diagnosed much later with Asperger's.

It is true that, since my elementary school, I have always had the role of the "scapegoat". I couldn't integrate myself. They called me "the plague". I was the contagious beast that you should never approach.

I do not know the exact origin of these mockery (which lasted until college). I have always been stigmatized by others without ever really understanding why. I wasn’t an unhappy kid though, it was just like that and that’s all, "fatality". Sometimes I was jealous of well-integrated people but nothing more.

Many children have been subjected to bullying at school. Many children have been stigmatized, described as "bizarre" or "different". And, while this is absolutely terrible, other children have experienced sexual assault. Not all of them, however, began to identify as creatures. No, in reality, something happened in my head. In fact, I began to consider myself "non-human." Maybe because of the stigma, maybe because of the disgust of the human being, or whatever.

After all, in my stories, humans always played the role of villains. At that time, I was already clearly saying to myself "I am not a human". I thought I was some kind of alien sent to Earth, on a mission or something like that. It must, among other things, explain my difference from other kids. I don't know if I really believed it, but I know I wanted to believe it. I thought I was close to Adi / Adibou, an alien character from a French video game / children's series.

I remember, at the end of the lessons, I explained to my "best friend" that my father secretly built a rocket to bring me back to my real planet.

In primary school, I started to read many fictions. Harry Potter being my favorite (especially fantastic creatures). I read about witches, fairies, vampires, dragons and werewolves. I felt like they could understand me better than anyone.

I particularly liked the comic strip "Witch". In this fiction, there is a “Metamonde” named “Méridian” populated by “hideous” but nice creatures. I felt good reading these stories and made up my life there, accompanied by these benevolent monsters.

My favorite scene was obviously the one where the professor turns into a monster: her true form.

So I saw my creatures like this: Often green/brown skin, troll or elf ears, triangles on the coat, fangs, claws, often horns and a long tail.

I invented for them a new way of life, more wild and animal (because in this book, the beings of Méridian live as in the Middle Ages). I was this kind of alien from an alternative world, I also saw myself with a lion or cat tail. My imaginary diet consisted of insects, snakes, fruits and berries.

I saw myself living in a cave or a burrow (or a house like that of the Barbapapas / Teletubbies) and I developed a passion for digging in the ground. Listening to the song “dig a tunnel” (The Lion King 3), watching “The Magic School bus” or reading “My adventure under the ground” (French children's book) giving me real well-being and a feeling of inexplicable complicity with the characters. So, my aliens liked to play in the mud, get dirty, dig, collect insects and molluscs, just like me.

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Our way of life was simple, a bit like Peter Pan's “lost boys”. The group behaviors were mainly animal (body, ear and tail position) and play and behave like animals (in one of my “fictions”, I said that the aliens bit their tails to play) .

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Mine wore a simple loincloth, clothes didn't matter (just like for me in "real life".)

I remember a few anecdotes about my aliens: I imagined their daily life before sleeping or whenever I had time.

I don't prefer to go into details. I just remember that I had two imaginary best friends and I visualized them in our world as soon as possible. We had a special treasure, made up of spiders, snakes, insects, bones, feathers and snake molts, something that wicked human villains. My creatures could speak "human" but it was extremely painful for them.

Subsequently, I invented all kinds of stories of humans "not quite human" but these "aliens" were the first.

When I was 9 years old, I started to lock myself up mentally, to live only in my head. I discussed my creatures with my friends, my need to see them, to imagine their suffering as an outlet One of the girls spoke about it - at school - in the canteen, in front of all the students. I was so ashamed that I erased my texts with white corrector before tearing them up and throwing them in the trash (something I bitterly regret today).

Right after entering school, I reconciled with my mental critters and tried to accept them. During an alien-themed drawing assignment, I was shocked to see myself having a bad grade when I had a strong feeling of having shown the "absolute truth".

I also created a fiction about my aliens, to explain on the internet how they exist. Then I was ashamed, I was afraid of mockery, so I erased everything (I'm even more disappointed now).

When I was 12, I experienced the most incredible trip, that of visiting Norway. I saw the troll figurines, the songs, the landscapes and it was a revelation: I was also a troll, from the start! Everything matched: The physical, the way of living, the habitat, the food, the animality ... EVERYTHING! I later had this strong feeling of having an invisible tail and ears that only trolls could also see.

Small comparison between the creature of my 5 years and that with which I identify myself today:

Then, over time, I moved away from the trolls, I developed - badly influenced by "friends" - that I had to be a much more powerful and fierce creature, like a vampire or a werewolf. I was lost, turning sometimes to angels, sometimes to wizards: I was magic and non-human, it was obvious.

Screen capture from one of my blogs in 2011 (in French)

Translation : “I always felt a little different from others but for me all the weird phenomena I was going through were part of me! I thought everyone was like this! Then one day, I realized that what was happening to me was strange. I was a little panicked and asked on the internet if it was okay to act like this. Two people made me understand that no and that I should not worry because after all, I have always been like this and learning who I am will not change anything. For about a month, they didn't explain the basics to me, what to do and what not to do. Then, little by little, I tried to manage on my own, continuing to ask them for advice from time to time.” (2011)

Translation : “I’m a creature of the night, half animal half human “ (2011)

Traduction : "I am very close to nature, the forest is my favorite place. I feel close to plants and animals, maybe even more than human beings, I think. I am more animal than human." (2011) "I feel different from other humans, I feel more like a 'forest human'. I feel constantly connected with nature and animals. I feel closer to animals (especially wolves and foxes) than men. Sometimes I feel like I can go so far as to lose control: I attack, I bite, I claw. Humans probably see me as a monster. " (2011)

See the movie Twilight played on my animality (I was young, too). And many people tried to convince me that I was an overpowered werewolf ...

Then I discovered the otherkins community in 2012, after very long researches to discover myself, I was disturbed by this resemblance. I then turned to therianthropy and the European badger, abandoning this "troll" side that was also in me ...

So today, I search over and over for ancient writings that would have survived. I'm trying to find bridles from my non-human childhood.

The troll must also be seen as a pillar of my existence. A pillar that, unfortunately, that I absolutely don’t assume ...

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Title: walk the golden skies, rise above- Summary: In a world where Force-sensitive people have wings, Anakin Skywalker still burns. (But before that, he rises above them all.) AN: I finished my wingfic! Shout out to @shatouto, @khapikat22 and @kyber-erso for motivating me to finish this in a day instead of procrastinating :D I hope you like his! Also on AO3 for those who prefer to read there!

The first thing Qui-Gon Jinn noticed about the boy were his massive wings. He was young still, probably couldn’t even fly yet, but despite the complicated leather restraints on his back, there was no hiding the size of the black wings. Qui-Gon’s wings were on the larger side, as were those of his Padawan, but he was fairly sure that if the boy reached maturity, he’d surpass them both without trying.

Qui-Gon furthermore doubted that would be the case if the boy were to remain on Tatooine as a slave. He was small and underweight, his wings dragged through the ground behind him when he walked and many feathers were broken or missing. Regardless, Qui-Gon knew that Anakin Skywalker was meant to be a Jedi, the same way his mother should have been going by her wingspan. Her light brown feathers had been clipped, she likely wouldn’t ever be able to fly again. Those without the Force, whose wings were so small they could only ever dream of flying, could never understand what precious thing was stolen from those who could.

“You should be very proud of your son,” he told Shmi Skywalker. “He gives without any thought of reward.”

“Well, he knows nothing of greed,” Shmi replied. Her voice had a sharp edge, almost bitter.

Anakin had been born and raised a slave, he didn’t know anything about freedom or being greedy when he’d never been allowed to act on such thoughts. It was sad that such gentle behavior hadn’t been taught but forced upon him by circumstances.

“He has a good heart,” she continued, fiddling with the small white feather hanging from her necklace. In the sunlight, it almost flickered gold.

“He is strong in the Force.”

It was a miracle Anakin was still with his mother. While Jedi used wingspan as a rough determiner of Force-strengths, other cultures had different opinions on why every intelligent species grew wings. Everybody agreed though that those who stuck out of the masses were special.

“I’ve noticed, his wings are much darker than yours. Who was his father?”

Force strength was an inheritable trait. Certainly, if Shmi and his other parent were so strong, maybe that would explain Anakin’s exceptionality.

“There was no father,” Shmi said. “I carried him, I gave birth, I raised him, but I can’t explain what happened.”

The midichlorian count the test provided after only confirmed what Qui-Gon already knew. Anakin wasn’t just strong of the Force, he existed because of it. He was the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force. That night, while he was sleeping in the Skywalker’s house, he dreamed of a man with black wings and woke up haunted by the feeling that a new era was upon them.

(Qui-Gon never lived long enough to know that Anakin’s wings were anything but black.)

Obi-Wan Kenobi was the one who cut through the leather cords restricting Anakin’s wings. He was also the first to see how truly massive the black feathers were. He was a little surprised to notice that in-between all the black another color, a lighter one, stood out when Qui-Gon had only described wings as dark as space. Trust his Master to make a mistake concerning precise details.

However, Obi-Wan was not the first to notice that Anakin Skywalker’s wings were not, in fact, even mainly black. He wasn’t even the second or third or fourth person. No, he was the tenth person to be informed of that and likely wouldn’t have even been number ten if his Padawan hadn’t had a panic attack in the Halls of Healing because too many Jedi were crowding around him. Another apprentice had come to pick Obi-Wan up, urging him to leave his final exam behind and come see to his Padawan immediately.

When Obi-Wan arrived in the Halls, he found Anakin sitting in the corner of a room, his wings curled around him so that you actually couldn’t see the little Padawan.

“What is going on here?” Obi-Wan asked and marched promptly through the Masters assembled in the room. Any other time he probably would have thrown a fuss at the utter disrespect he was showing Council members, but if Ki-Adi-Mundi decided that towering over his obviously overwhelmed Padawan, then Obi-Wan was going to tell him off.

He planted himself between Anakin and the other members, his arms crossed and his back turned to Anakin. Something touched his leg and he glanced down long enough to see black primary feathers brushing against him.

“Your Padawan was found ripping out his own feathers,” Vokara Che said seriously.

Obi-Wan slowly let out his breath and forced himself to not start cursing. He knew Anakin tended to do that. On Tatooine, it had been better to take out broken feathers than to attempt healing them and risk infection. He’d been shocked the first time he had caught Anakin doing it, but he thought Anakin had understood that it was unnecessary after their talk.

Obi-Wan decided to turn around to his Padawan and crouched down in front of him. He spread his own fiery red wings to give Anakin a sense of protection.

“Padawan,” he began to say. “Everything’s alright. You know you don’t have to take out your damaged feathers, we can heal them. And if we can’t, you certainly don’t have to deal with it on your own.”

“His feathers weren’t damaged,” Vokara said. “But their color-“

“Please don’t send me away!” Anakin suddenly blurted out. He opened up his wings, almost sending Obi-Wan toppling over, and threw himself at him. “Please, I promise I’ll behave. I just couldn’t get any japor oil and keep it hidden. I promise I’ll do better, please keep me-“

“Slow down Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “And you’re my Padawan. You’re not going anywhere without me. Everything is alright.”

He tried to blend out all the Masters in the room with them. He gathered the Force around himself, grounded the two of them and calmed. He had to keep a cool head for Anakin. Obi-Wan could have his own private freak out when he was back in his own room away from too many Jedi who thought he shouldn't be teaching Anakin.

“But- but I couldn’t keep it hidden!” Anakin stuttered.

“Keep what hidden?” Obi-Wan asked carefully.

Anakin bit his lip, then he pushed his hands, curled to fists, into Obi-Wan’s and opened them, revealing soft and small feathers that likely would have grown into covert feathers, had Anakin not ripped them out. What shocked Obi-Wan the most about them though was not the dried blood clinging to them, but the brilliant golden shine.

“Are those yours?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin nodded. “Mom always made me drink japor oil so they wouldn’t grow in that color. If Masters knew I had big wings and golden ones, they’d have taken me away.”

Obi-Wan could see it in startling clarity. A small boy, much younger than Anakin was now, being ripped out of his mother’s arms so they could take his wings.

He felt like throwing up.

“They’re beautiful,” Obi-Wan told his Padawan earnestly. “You don’t have to hide them here, I promise.”

“Really?” Anakin’s eyes darted to the Jedi standing behind them.

“Yes.”

Anakin looked down at his hands, before he lifted his head once more, hesitant determination taking over. “You can keep those. They were the first to grow back.”

(On Tatooine, the only people you gave your feathers to were family members. Obi-Wan wouldn’t know this until Beru stood on his doorstep, Luke sleeping soundly in her arms, and quietly asked him to accept the fledgling feathers she handed him and to give Luke one of his in turn.)

It took almost two years until even the last of the black feathers was gone. Likely, it would have taken even longer if Anakin didn’t have a knack for getting injured and breaking off feathers that just happened to be the black ones. Anakin’s wings at thirteen were certainly a sight to behold. They seemed to reflect the light, their gold shining almost white in the illuminated meditation halls while they took on a fiery red color when Anakin was sun basking in the highest towers, the evening light hitting him just right. Even though Anakin was already a Padawan and had been for years, he still couldn’t fly. He never seemed to have enough space to unfold his wings completely before he crashed to the ground again.

“This is a terrible idea,” Aayla muttered.

She liked Anakin, he was fun and not so much of a stuck up as other Padawans his age. Besides, their Masters were befriended, though Aayla wasn’t so sure if her Master hadn’t just dragged Obi-Wan into his life and declared them friends. It certainly sounded like something he would do.

“But you can catch me, can’t you?” Anakin asked as he peeked over the railing of the highest tower.

The thing was, Aayla got it. She couldn’t recall much from her time before she’d been taken in by the Jedi. She’d been four already, on the older side of the scale when it came to younglings, but those four years hadn’t been enough for Aayla to keep all her memories. Still, she remembered the fear and pain from all those whose wings had been big enough that they might be able to fly whose wings had as a consequence, been clipped, forever denying them flight. Amongst slaves, being able to fly was the greatest ability.

Of course the inability to do so hurt Anakin.

“I’m sure it’ll work,” Anakin said, took a running leap and jumped off the tower.

Aayla followed him quickly, her own light blue wings flattering steadily as she watched Anakin trying to catch himself in the wind. For one very terrifying moment Aayla thought he wouldn’t make it, and then Anakin began to rise. The strokes of his wings were immediately powerful and likely just as exhausting, but he was flying.

Watching him soar in the sky told Aayla all she needed to know. Anakin had been born for this. She loathed to imagine what would have become of his wings if he hadn’t been brought to the temple, even if she had to suffer through a stern talking to after Anakin's first flight for letting a junior Padawan attempt such recklessness.

(It wasn’t the reason Aayla kept quiet about the clones whose wings started to grow larger than those of their brothers, but it was one of them. She helped them hide, she let them use bacta to heal the cuts they had to make.)

Out of all of Padmé’s handmaidens, Eirtaé was the one with the largest wings. They weren’t tall next to those of the Jedi, but they were the biggest Padmé had ever seen. Her own were small by comparison, could fit easily beneath the tunics they wore to hide them away entirely. Sabé’s wings on the other hand were the most similar to Padmé’s. They were bright red as well, though a shade darker. It was the reason she was Padmé’s main decoy. If kidnappers thought to check beyond facial recognitions, they’d find what they expected.

It certainly helped them when the Trade Federation staged their assault.

Padmé still remembered how fascinated she had been by the Jedi. Even when she had been sick with worry for her family and her planet, she had been curious about the Jedi.

Everybody whose wings were large enough to fly could be a Jedi, or so they said, but that knowledge hadn’t truly settled in until she’d seen Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first time.

Now, looking at Anakin, all grown up and somehow still the kind boy she recalled, Padmé wasn’t sure if she had truly understood it back then when people spoke of Jedi and their unnaturally large wings.

“Ani?” Padmé asked, unable to hide her astonishment. “My goodness, you’ve grown. And your wings!”

For all that Anakin was obviously trying not to take up too much space, his treasure golden wings were already blocking off the area they were standing in. She wanted to ask him about their color change, whether that was a part of being a Jedi or something special and inherently Anakin Skywalker. He blushed and smiled sheepishly.

“So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean! And, eh, much shorter... for a Senator, I mean.”

He was fumbling through his words, but it was endearing nevertheless. Padmé still resented the fuss they were throwing about the attacks on her. She was not a helpless little girl. She had never been allowed to be such with the weight of millions of lives on her shoulders. But perhaps she could stand being protected by two Jedi if it were those two.

(In the future every time she looked at Anakin’s prosthesis, she’d hate herself a little. She knew Anakin picked up on it, but didn’t know how to hide or communicate that it wasn’t him she was uncomfortable with. Padmé simply blamed herself for his pain.)

Anakin’s mother had been a slave with a considerably large wingspan. She had been stolen away from her family when she was six. She had been too young to fly then, but when she’d been eleven, she had dared to stand on the rooftop of her Master’s house and wonder whether she would be able to fly if she just jumped and spread her wings. When her Master had spotted her, he had screeched and pulled her away from the edge. He and another group of men had pushed her to the ground and tore at her wings until a loud crack had resonated through the air. Shmi had been screaming, begging and crying then. She wouldn’t have jumped. She hadn’t known the first thing about flying and there was still a detonator in her body that would blow her up as soon as she went too far away.

The men hadn’t cared of course. They had broken her wings and watched in satisfaction as they healed wrongly.

She’d never be able to fly again. They had clipped her wings. Perhaps in Republic space, they’d be able to save them, but nobody would waste such expenses on a slave.

Years later when the Tuskens took her, Shmi was unable to fight them off or reach the skies for freedom. It should have been obvious to them from the angle her wings rested against her back that she might be a Skywalker but she’d never be able to walk the skies, and yet they hadn’t cared and violated her so cruelly for the second time in her life.

Her only relief before her death was seeing the golden color she had last laid her eyes upon almost two decades ago. Her son was free, wasn’t forced to bind or dye his wings.

(Shmi Skywalker didn’t die peacefully. Her body gave up on her after enduring weeks of torture. Hatred lingered in her bones. It was forged into the marrow of every slave, it gave them endurance beyond their nature, but even hatred ran out. In the end, the only kind thing she could feel was the love for her son.)

The first time Anakin saw Padmé’s wings were in that horrible arena on Geonosis. His mind was still full of grief for his mother, the fear for his Master and the horrible guilt eating away at him.

Padmé’s shirt tore, revealing red wings. They reminded Anakin of the robes she’d worn a decade ago when they recaptured Theed first, then of Obi-Wan’s wings second. But where Obi-Wan’s wings were the red of sunset, sunrise, and fires, Padmé’s carried victory, passion and love in its most extreme forms.

They were not enough to carry her as she fell out of the ship and Anakin was once more forced to watch, his heart screaming.

(Anakin knew most people were fascinated by his wings. He had never met or seen another sentient with the same coloring, but he decided then and there, in the aftermath of the beginning of the end, that red was his favorite color. He wouldn’t mind seeing it for the rest of his life.)

CT-7567, Captain Rex, hadn’t known what to expect of the Jedi that would lead him and his brothers. He had certainly heard several things from the other troops so far. They spoke of reckless warriors, flying through blaster fire without any regard for their own health, as long as they could make sure that the war ended a little sooner, that more sentients were saved.

Rex’s wings fit neatly beneath his armor.

He knew it wasn’t always the case.

There were brothers the Kaminoans decommissioned early on because their wings developed too fast, too large. Rex’s were standard, the same brown and white mustering, hardly noticeable when he forced them beneath his undersuit. Rex had never wanted bigger wings unlike some of his batchmates who had quietly exchanged thoughts about how neat it would be to fly. The advantaged they’d have in battle would be much larger.

Rex hadn’t seen the point right up until Commander Skywalker and yelled “Down!” and a huge shadow had settles over their heads. Rex and his brothers were pushed down by the massive weight of Skywalker’s wings.

The dust, dirt, and blood clinging to them didn’t do anything to diminish their shine and Rex found himself caught off-guard.

(He’d freeze a second time like this when yet another Commander Skywalker would push them down to the ground to save them.)

The war carried on. It took its toll. Suffering became apparent in every corner of the galaxy. People were tortured, cried out in pain and slowly but steadily suffocated on their own hopelessness.

Sidious hummed in content.

The miasma in the air, the taint as the Jedi would call it, was the finest treat. The dark side was growing stronger every day and soon victory would be his.

“You wanted to see me, Chancellor?”

Sidious smiled friendly as he took in the sight of his young apprentice. Anakin Skywalker was truly a gift of the Force. He was incredibly strong and would be Sidious’s greatest tool in the creation of his Empire.

The boy’s wings were a hindrance of course, but not one that couldn’t be dealt with as soon as he fell. Sidious had cut off his wings himself. His Master had been impressed, falsely assuming that Sidious had done so to please him. He had let Plagueis believe whatever he wanted. Sidious had merely taken his fate in his own hands. He wasn’t going to rely on another to complete the ritual that would truly open his mind to the dark side of the Force.

“Anakin, my dear boy,” Sidious said. “I am so glad to see you.”

(And Sidious would be celebrating when he came to mold Vader into his weapon. Kenobi had truly given him a gift, ruining his Padawan’s wings himself.)

The thing Ahsoka hated the most about being stuck on the Resolute was the lack of space. She had large wings and could only practice flying in the hangers. While the clones laughed and whistled when she did her spins, she knew she was actually disturbing them and interrupting their work. The non-clone officials on board certainly thought so. Ahsoka thought that if it were just Jedi and clones together, they wouldn’t have any problems, but as soon as the rest of the military or politicians got involved, the fun was over.

Ahsoka stretched her wings and winced when she hit the side of a cabinet with them. There was simply no space anywhere!

“Master,” Ahsoka complained on the training mats. “How do you do it?”

Anakin stopped carefully treading his hands through her feathers. “Do what?”

“Stand the space! The Temple is so much wider. I can’t wait to be back home. Or planetside, whatever comes first, I guess.”

Ahsoka craned her neck so she’d be able to look at her Master’s face. He was smiling only slightly. Far more prominent was his frown and the way his mech-hand twitched. The first time she had seen her Master look like that, they’d been on Tatooine.

“It’s just a matter of getting used to,” Anakin finally answered. “And to your luck, we already have a new mission taking us to a planet that is covered by cliffs and canyons.”

Forgotten about her Master’s behavior, Ahsoka fist-pumped the air. “Yes!”

The last time they had had the chance, she had gone cliff diving with her Master. It had been awesome, just like jumping from the Temple towers. Ahsoka couldn’t wait to do it again.

Then, suddenly, Ahsoka winced as Anakin tugged at one of the feathers she’s injured in the last fight. “Skyguy! That hurt!”

“Sorry,” Anakin apologized, and soothingly ran his hand over her back. “I don’t think this feather is salvageable.”

Ahsoka sighed. She’d already asked Kix if he could help her, but he had given her the same reply. She had hoped Anakin would be able to heal it.

“Is it a pretty one?” Ahsoka asked.

“Yes.”

She looked up again at her Master and the three feathers he kept braided into his hair. One was Obi-Wan’s, the other belonged to Ahsoka and the third, a light brown one, she didn’t know. Anakin had never really told her why he did it, only muttered something about traditions from his homeworld. The precise reason didn't matter, Ahsoka decided, as long as she knew that it meant she was important to him.

“You can switch it out against my old one then,” she decided and watched happily as he did so.

(Later, she’d wish she had asked her Master what it really meant when your wings were restrained. Zygerria left its scars on them in more than one way. In the aftermath, Anakin ensured Ahsoka would have plenty of space to unfurl her wings, but she never forgot the feeling of the heavy leather cords covering her white wings. As Fulcrum, she didn't know whether that experience was a blessing or a curse.)

When Anakin killed Dooku, his wings felt like a dead weight right up until he was back in Padmé’s arms. He was exhausted and hurting, but with her as the center of his world, everything would be alright. With Dooku dead, it was only a question of time until the war was over. He’d resign from the Order and move to Naboo with Padmé where they’d raise their child together. Obi-Wan could visit them and maybe they could track down Ahsoka as well, wrangle her into the flying lessons their child would undoubtedly need.

“Oh?” Padmé asked playfully as they fell into their bed. “So sure our son is going to take after you?”

Anakin smiled and pulled the blanket over them both before covering them additionally with his feathers.

“Our daughter,” he said, his emphasis not going unnoticed, “will absolutely take after me.”

“Alright, alright.” Padmé laughed. “Let’s just hope they don’t decide to learn how to fly by jumping off a building.”

Anakin pulled a face. Retrospectively, perhaps Obi-Wan had been right to lecture him with an ashen face after Anakin’s brilliant – and successful! – attempt at learning how to fly by jumping off a tower. Imagining his own child pulling a stunt like that was terrifying. Ahsoka had already known how to fly when she’d been assigned to Anakin. He hadn’t had to worry about her.

“They won’t,” Anakin mumbled. “We’ll all be there.”

(Princess Leia of Alderaan had been ten when she decided she wanted to fly. She hadn’t cared about the fact that it was as good as a death sentence if an Imperial knew you had the ability. Dressed only in her nightgown, standing on the balcony of their vacation estate high up in the mountains, Leia took a leap of faith. Halfway across the galaxy, a boy threw himself off the cliffs in Beggar’s Canyon in the exact same moment and for the split of a second, they connected.)

It wasn’t an easy choice, it was no choice at all.

It was over a decade of careful grooming, a Sith Lord running his hands over golden feathers, pretending to help preen the spaces Anakin could never reach on his own. It were the lies, the distrust, the pain, all the mistakes, anger and frustration and a childhood bound in chains Anakin had never been able to break entirely.

He needed to save Padmé and his unborn child. He had to protect them from harm, his nightmares come alive, so he took his ‘saber and marched to the temple, his army at his back.

(Some of their shots hit his wings, but in the void darkness of the Force, Vader didn’t even register it. He didn’t think of the younglings that used to beg him for lessons or let out delighted shrieks when he submitted to their pleas and let them brush through his feathers and keep the ones that broke off or came loose. He didn’t think because he was drowning, choking on his own tears, hoping it would all be over soon.)

Vader could hardly fly on Mustafar. It gave Obi-Wan a considerable advantage, but he had trained Anakin to be able to handle any possible disadvantage. He tried not to linger on the thoughts of his former Padawan, the boy he had raised and adored, as he battled the Sith Lord in front of him. The ashes of the volcanic planet settled on their wings, dragging them down until Ana- not Anakin, his brother was dead, Sidious had ruined him, until Vader was lying on the ground, screaming. He was tearing at the remnants of their bond, sharp claws tried to cut into Obi-Wan’s mind.

He wanted to reach out. He wanted Anakin back.

“You were my brother Anakin! I loved you!”

And if he were a better Jedi, he wouldn’t have watched Vader’s torment but taken his blade and ended the Sith’s life.

(But he couldn’t. He had told Yoda that he wouldn’t be able to kill him and he couldn’t bear to linger as he watched the once so beautiful golden wings burn.)

In the aftermath, while Yoda told Bail what to expect when raising a Force-sensitive child and how to hide little Leia’s presence, Obi-Wan sat curled up in the corner of the space station, holding both children close his chest. It should be no surprise that they’d take after Anakin, and yet Obi-Wan had been shocked still when he’d seen the soft gold color of their wings. He knew they wouldn’t keep their color for long, likely never actually see it themselves.

Alderaan’s royalty ate white hibiscus flowers that dyed their wings the same color and Luke would be fed japor oil on Tatooine as Anakin had once been.

Nobody would ever know that these children had survived and lived. They would be safe.

(On his way to Tatooine, Obi-Wan took great care that nobody saw his own red feathers or Luke’s golden ones. It didn’t occur to him that he’d be better off tainting his wings as well until he actually arrived on the doorstep of the Lars homestead.)

When Vader woke up again for the first time, even Sidious was surprised at the level of pain, fury, rage and despair that was tearing at the Sith’s mind.

Traditionally, Vader’s wings would have to be cut down, but it would prove much more futile if that darkness engulfing Vader wasn’t allowed to lower.

“Put him under again,” Sidious ordered.

The Jedi were either already dead or dying. It was only a question of time and the dark side taught patience so very well. Sidious didn’t have to concern himself with his Empire for a moment, no, he could focus on his apprentice fully.

His wings weren’t entirely ruined. The bones still remained, as did some feathers.

“Keep the skeleton,” Sidious mused as he imagined what he wanted his Lord Vader to look like. “Encase them in metal. Give my apprentice wings befitting of his station.”

Skywalker was dead. There would be no more Jedi claiming the skies for themselves and putting their precious light above Sidious’s throne and Vader would spent his every second remembering it through pain.

Force-sensitive people didn’t just stop being born because the Empire willed it so, but more children died or lost their wings in infancy than ever before.

It would be a lie to say that the few Jedi that remained didn’t consider mutilating themselves for protection.

What use were wings if you could never fly again unless you wanted to risk your life?

And yet there were enough who treasured the gifts they had been given, always hoping and reaching for a future where the darkness would cease dragging them down.

When Obi-Wan decided to die for the galaxy’s future, his wings were as black as his Padawan’s once had been when he was young and Obi-Wan had hoped to never see the color again.

Luke and Leia looked like two halves of the same being, not just physically but also in the Force. Obi-Wan was relieved to see how strong they were, already connecting and reaching out despite being unaware of their relationship. Separating them when they were young had been the right decision. Vader would have found them too soon.

Now all Obi-Wan could do was focus on the opponent in front of him, let all hope escape.

He had been aware of Vader’s presence ever since he had stepped on this monstrosity of a weapon. It mirrored Vader’s appearance all too well. Obi-Wan had heard stories about Vader had made out of himself, but seeing it in person almost took him back to Mustafar and the smell of burning flesh.

Darth Vader’s wings were massive metallic blades, clicking eerily with his every move. It was impossible to ignore the whirling sound of the machinery that made them functional. Vader’s wings were terror, they looked like bones encased in durasteel coffins.

They were nothing like Anakin Skywalker’s.

The wingspan was the same, larger than anybody else’s, but that was where the similarities ended. These wings had never covered an entire squad of troopers to protect them from debris, they had never been touched by something that wasn’t blood and gore. They looked as unnatural as they felt.

They were what horrified Obi-Wan Kenobi the most about his former apprentice’s appearance. He used to be so proud of Anakin’s beautiful golden wings, had spent hours helping his young charge groom them until Anakin had fallen asleep, his much too large wings draped over Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

(This would haunt him past his own death until he could run his fingers through golden feathers again. He had stood aside as Anakin’s wings, his soul, had burned on the shores of Mustafar and he had turned away.)

Luke Skywalker stood out in every room he was in. It wasn’t just his ridiculously large wing size, he simply seemed to draw people in. Leia especially enjoyed being near him. He knew all about the rumors crawling around their bases about the two of them and had Leia not been raised a princess, she would have thrown at least one punch.

Spending time with Luke reminded Leia of all the times she had been able to spend lazy mornings with her family. It felt like coming home, a balm that calmed the phantom pains that had haunted her since her childhood.

She was the first to see that Luke’s black wings were as much of a lie as her white ones. Leia hadn’t had any of the white flower tea since her imprisonment on the Death Star and she wasn’t used to grooming her wings herself. She knew her wings looked terrible and she knew some of her original color, of which her parents had never informed her, was starting to come through in some cases. Leia kept her wings bound, protection against the Empire, so she hadn’t actually paid as much attention to it until she found Luke staring at a gold feather lying innocently on the floor.

“Is this your original color?” Leia asked him and picked the feather up.

Luke slowly nodded and opened up his wings. The newest feathers stood out against the dark black. They were the same gold as the one in Leia’s hands.

“Yes,” Luke answered. “But that feather isn’t mine.”

With gentle hands he helped her brush through her wings, get rid of all the old and broken feathers she had damaged and hadn’t thought to take care of because she was busy fighting a war.

(In the end, it was no surprise to learn they were siblings. The Alliance had been calling them their golden twins for years already by then as both had shed their old colors and stopped pretending they hadn’t been made for the skies.)

The memory of Bespin, of clinging to the pole while he was forced to listen to Vader’s wings clicking against the metal railings and horrible truth he revealed, would haunt Luke for years. He injured his left wing while escaping and lost his hand in a fight that never should have happened. Back on Tatooine, his family had always told him not to draw too much attention, that it was dangerous for him, but had gotten so used to flying while he was staying with the Alliance.

If he fell here, he wouldn’t be able to fly away.

He chose to do so anyway, all while begging Ben to tell him why had told him such cruel lies, wondering what kind of person could stand to watch another burn.

(He had hoped Leia would catch him, but he didn’t expect her to look like a vengeful goddess, the orange and red of the skies reflecting on her wings like blood.)

Darth Vader died the same way he was born, in agonizing pain. He broke out of the Emperor’s hold and Anakin Skywalker took the monster that had enslaved the whole galaxy and killed him with slow, aching breaths. Luke was grieving, trying to drag Anakin’s heavy body down to the ships.

“Luke, help me take this mask off,” Anakin rasped.

Luke’s wings flared up. He’d been informed of their golden color, the same as that of the princess. He hadn’t dared to entertain the thought that perhaps it was not just one child, too afraid of what that would mean for his actions.

“But you’ll die!”

Beneath his mask, Anakin smiled. He didn’t deserve his son who was so kind he could even cry for a broken man like him.

“Nothing can stop that now. Just for once… let me look on you with my own eyes.”

Luke hesitated for a moment, then he slowly pulled the mask of Anakin’s face. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but then he saw his son for the first time. He was beyond stunned how much he looked like Padmé. His wings behind him illuminated the darkness of the hall like the sun.

He was beautiful.

All Anakin had dreamed of and more. He was glad that this was the last thing Anakin got to see. Everything would be well, there would be peace.

(And when death came, Anakin didn’t resist and scream and beg. He smiled, threw himself into Obi-Wan’s arms, the wings on his back lifting him to the skies as he watched the light shine.)

The sun was high in the blue afternoon sky and the air was so thick with excitement, tension, cheer and joy that you could almost taste it on your tongue.

Excitedly, they were all standing at the platform on top of the temple. From up here, they could see the pilots getting their fighters, people going about their day and, most importantly, a rather large group of Knights and Padawans and family members standing below them, cheering.

“Alright, Initiates,” Jedi Master Ezra Bridger said. “Today’s the day. Are you ready?”

“Born ready!” A very bold Trandoshan youngling said while the Togruta boy next to her only eyes the edge of the platform with a vary look.

“This is an age-old tradition,” Ezra continues as he slowly walked backwards. “My Master taught me how to fly like this and the Masters Skywalker and Organa learned how to fly the exact same way.”

The younglings looked at the other two Masters that had accompanied them to the very top, seeking their agreement. Leia stepped away from the back and walked to the front to her brother, letting her wings brush over the heads of the assembled children, causing them to giggle.

“We did learn that way,” Leia said, smiling in amusement. “Only we didn’t have anyone to catch us at the bottom should it go wrong.”

The group looked at the Jedi Master with big eyes. They couldn’t imagine making this jump without anybody ensuring them they’d be saved and would be caught before they hit the ground.

“Don’t worry,” Luke said as he stepped off the platform. “We won’t let you fall.”

(And no child of this new age did.)

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NCERT Class 12 Political Science (India) Chapter 6 The Crisis of Democratic Order

NCERT Class 12 Political Science Solutions (India Since Independence)

Chapter 6 The Crisis of Democratic Order

TEXTBOOK QUESTIONS SOLVED : Q l. State whether the following statements regarding the Emergency are correct or incorrect. (a) It was declared in 1975 by Indira Gandhi. (b) It led to the suspension of all fundamental rights. (c) It was proclaimed due to the deteriorating economic conditions. (d) Many Opposition leaders were arrested during the emergency. (e) CPI supported the proclamation of the Emergency.

Answer: (a) Correct, (b) Correct, (c) Wrong, (d) Correct, (e) Correct. Q 2. Find the odd one out in the context of proclamation of Emergency. (a) The call for ‘Total Revolution’. (b) The Railway Strike of 1974 (c) The Naxalite Movement (d) The Allahabad High Court verdict (e) The findings of the Shah Commission Report

Answer: (c) The Naxalite Movement Q 3. Match the following:

Answer: (a)-(iii), (b)-(i), (c)-(ii), (d)-(iv). Q 4. What were the reasons which led to the mid-term elections in 1980?

Answer: 1. Janata party lacked direction, leadership and a common programme. 2. Janata party government could not bring a fundamental change in policies pursued by Congress. 3. There was a split in Janata Party and the government led by Morarji Desai which lost its majority in less than 18 months. 4. Charan Singh government was formed due to support of Congress party which later decided to withdraw its support resulting resignation of Charan Singh government within four months. 5. All the above mentioned reasons led midterm elections of 1980, which defeated Janata Party and again Congress led by Indira Gandhi came back to power by winning 353 seats. Q 5. The Shah Commission was appointed in 1977 by the Janata Party Government. Why was it appointed and what were its findings?

Answer: The Shah commission was appointed in May 1977 by Janata Party government which was headed by J.C. Shah, retired chief justice of Supreme Court of India to look into the matters of: 1. Allegations of abuse of authority, excesses and malpractices as well as actions taken in the name of emergency proclaimed on 25 June 1975. 2. The Commission performed to examine various evidences to give testimonies even including Indira Gandhi to appear before Commission, but she refused to answer any questions. Findings of Shah Commission: (a) It found many ‘excesses’ committed during Emergency. (b) Under preventive detention laws nearly one lakh eleven thousand people were arrested. (c) Press censorship took place without any proper legal sanctions. (d) Even general manager of Delhi Power Supply Corporation received verbal orders from the officers of the Lt. Governor of Delhi to cut electricity to all newspapers press at 2 a.m. on 26 June 1975. Q 6. What reasons did the Government give for declaring a National Emergency in 1975?

Answer: Emergency was proclaimed in response to petition filed by Raj Narain to declare Indira Gandhi’s election invalid. (i) On June 25, 1975, the government declared the threat of internal disturbances to invoke Article 352 of constitution. (ii) Article 352 can declare emergency on ground of either internal or external disturbances. (iii) The government decided a grave crisis to be arisen to proclaim emergency to bring law and order, restore efficiency and implement pro-poor welfare programmes. (iv) The President Fakhruddin Adi Ahmad proclaimed emergency which became the most controversial episode in Indian Politics. Q 7. The 1977 elections for the first time saw the Opposition coming into power at the Centre. What would you consider as the reasons for this development?

Answer: The 1977 elections were evolved as a shock to everyone as Congress party was defeated for the very first time and opposition party came into power: 1. The opposition adopted the slogan ‘Save democracy’ against imposition of emergency earlier. 2. The opposition campaigned non- democratic character of rule which provided various excesses. 3. The opposition party highlighted the preventive detention and press censorship to favour public opinion. 4. Janata Party also ensured not to divide non-Congress votes. 5. Middle section of north India was moving away from Congress for whom Janata Party became a platform. 6. Hence, elections of 1977 emerged many other factors instead about emergency only. Q 8. Discuss the effects of Emergency on the following aspects of our polity.

(a) Effects on civil liberties for citizens. (b) Impact on relationship between the Executive and Judiciary. (c) Functioning of Mass Media. (d) Working of Police and Bureaucracy.

Answer:

(a) Effects on Civil Liberties for Citizens: 1. The government made large scale arrests under preventive detention. 2. Arrested political persons could not challenge arrest even under Habeas Corpus petition. 3. Despite of filing many petitions government claimed it not to be necessary to be informed on grounds to arrested persons. 4. In April 1976, finally it was proved that the government could take away citizen’s right to life and liberty by overruling of high courts under supreme court and accept government’s plea.

(b) Impact on Relationship between the Executive and Judiciary: 1. The Parliament brought in many new changes in Constitution which made an amendment declaring that elections of Prime Minister, President and Vice¬President could not be challenged in the court. 2. The forty-second amendment (42nd) was also passed to bring a series of changes in constitution like duration of legislatures, elections can be postponed by one year during an emergency.

(c) Functioning of Mass Media: 1. Press censorship took place which banned freedom of press and newspapers w7ere supposed to prior approval before they publish any material i.e. RSS and Janata Island were banned. 2. Protests, strikes and public agitations were also banned. 3. Various fundamental rights were also suspended including even Right to move to court for restoration of Fundamental Rights. 4. Kannada writer Shivarama Karanth awarded with Padma Bhushan and Hindi writer Fanishwarnath Tlenu with Padmashri returned their awards in protest against suspension of democracy.

5. Newspapers mainly Indian Express, and the statesman protested against censorship by leaving blank spaces where news items were censored.

(d) Working of Police and Bureaucracy: Refer Part (a) + (b) of the same question. Q 9. In what way did the imposition of Emergency affect the party system in India? Elaborate your answer with examples.

Answer: 1. Due to absolute majority to party in power, leadership even dared to suspend democratic process. 2. The constitution makers presumed to be abide by laws and democratic orders, hence, wide and open ended powers were given to the government during emergency. 3. A tension and differences arose between institution based democracy and democracy based on spontaneous popular participation. 4. It was attributed to incapability of party system to incorporate aspirations of the people. 5. For the first time, opposition parties came together to form a new party ‘Janata Party’ not to divide the non-Congress votes. 6. 1977 elections brought an end to one party dominance and created coalition government. Q 10. Read the passage and answer the questions below:

“Indian democracy was never so close to a two-party system as it was during the 1977 elections. However, the next few years saw a complete change. Soon after its defeat, the Indian National Congress split into two groups The Janata Party also went through major convulsions David Butler, Ashok Lahiri and Prannoy Roy. —Partha Chatterjee (a) What made the party system in India look like a two-party system in 1977? (b) Many more than two parties existed in 1977. Why then are the authors describing this period as close to a two-party system? (c) What caused splits in Congress and the Janata Party?

Answer: (a) The imposition of emergency in 1977 and political crisis made the party system in India look like a two-party system. (b) Two parties existed in 1977 were Congress and non-Congress parties to be described as close to two party system because it ended the one party dominance and emerged Janata Party, umbrella of non¬Congress parties. (c) Split in Congress: Congress splitted on the issues of presidential elections in 1969. Split in Janata Party: On tensions among three leaders Morarji Desai, Charan Singh and Jagjivan Ram for leadership in 1979.

Very Short Answer Type Questions [1 Mark]

Q 1. Mention the main reason for the defeat of Congress party in the elections 1977.

Answer: The opposition party adopted the slogan ‘Save democracy’ against the imposition of emergency. Q 2. In which year fifth general elections to Lok Sabha held?

Answer: 1971. Q 3. Name the political party which came to power at centre in 1977.

Answer: Janata Party Q 4. In January 1974, Students of Gujarat started an agitation against which two major problems?

Answer: 1. Rising prices of food grains, cooking oil and other essential commodities. 2. Corruption in high places. Q 5. Who was Charu Majumdar?

Answer: Charu Majumdar was a communist revolutionary and the leader of Naxalbari uprising. He founded the Communist Party of India (Marxist Leninist). Q 6. Name the president who proclaimed emergency in 1975 in India.

Answer. President Fakhruddin Ali Ahmad at midnight on 25 June 1975. Q 7. Who introduced Twenty Point Programme and Why?

Answer: Congress government led by Indira Gandhi introduced ‘Twenty Point Programme’ to maintain law and order and to restored efficiency including land reforms, eradication of bonded labour, land redistribution, workers participation in management etc. Q 8. Who became the symbol of restoration of democracy?

Answer: Jayaprakash Narayan, leader of Janata Party. Q 9. Mention the Historic decision given by the court in famous Kesavananda Bharati Case.

Answer: That there are some basic features of constitution not to be amended by parliament at all. It led to a crisis between the government and judiciary. Q 10. What was the controversy regarding the appointment of the chief justice A.N. Ray in 1973?

Answer: It became political controversial because in this appointment the government set aside the seniority of three judges who had given ruling against the stand of government. Q 11. Why did Congress win in Southern states?

Answer: 1. The impact of emergency was not felt equally in all the states. 2. The forced relocation and dis¬placements, the forced sterilisations were mostly concentrated in the northern states. Q 12. What do you mean by Preventive Detention?

Answer: In Preventive Detention Act, people are arrested and detained on the apprehension to commit any offence in future and government made large scale arrests under this during emergency.

Very Short Answer Type Questions [2 Marks]

Q 1. What factors led to crisis of democratic order in Indian Politics?

Answer: 1. Emergence of Indira Gandhi with a lot of popularity. 2. Party competitions had been created. 3. Relation between the government and judiciary had become tense. Q 2. Mention the factors which led Naxalite movement in backward states.

Answer: 1. Forced labour 2. Exploitation by moneylenders 3. Exploitation of resources by outsiders. Q 3. What was Shah Commission of inquiry? How did government react to it? “

Answer: The Shah commission was appointed in May 1977 by Janata Party government headed by S.C. Shah, retired chief justice of Supreme Court of India to look into the matter of: 1. Allegations of abuse of authority. 2. Excesses and malpractices. 3. Actions taken in the name of emergency proclaimed on 25 June 1975. The government appeared before commission against various evidences but she refused to answer any question. Q 4. Describe any two outcomes of Naxalite Movement.

Answer: The ‘Naxalites’ were the Marxist and Leninist Agricultural workers of Andhra Pradesh, West Bengal, Bihar and adjoining areas who organised massive agitations against economic injustice and inequality and demanded redistribution of land to cultivators. Q 5. Mention circumstances to be characterised for imposition of emergency?

Answer: 1. Emergence of Indira Gandhi. 2. Power Politics became personalised and governmental authority was converted into personalization. 3. Bitter party competition. 4. Tense relations between the government and judiciary. Q 6. Who organised the first nationwide Satyagraha and Why?

Answer: It was organised by Jayaprakash Narayan for Indira Gandhi’s resignation, he appealed to people not to obey illegal and immoral orders by a massive demonstration on 25 June 1975. All these changed the political mood of the country against Congress.

Short Answer Type Questions [4 Marks]

Q 1. Explain the reasons for students movement of 1974 in Bihar and the role played by Jayaprakash Narayan in this movement.

Answer: Reasons for Student’s Movement of 1974: Students organised movement against: 1. Rising prices of food grains, cooking oil and other essential commodities. 2. Corruption in high places. Assess Role played by Jai Prakash Narayan: Satyagraha was organised by Jayaprakash Narayan for Indira Gandhi’s resignation, he appealed to people not to obey illegal and immoral orders by a massive demonstration on 25 June 1975. All these changed the political mood of the country against Congress. Q 2. Evaluate the consequences of declaration of emergency in 1975?

Answer: 1. It effected civil liberties of peoples i.e. in April11976 it was proved that the government could take away citizens’ right to life and liberty by overruling of high courts under supreme courts and accepted government’s plea. 2. The forth-second Amendment was also passed to bring a series of changes in constitution. 3. It affected the functioning of mass media also as press censorship took place which banned freedom of press and newspapers, which were supposed to prior approval before they publish any material. 4. Despite of filing many petitions government claimed it not to be necessary to be informed the grounds to arrested persons. Q 3. Explain any two lessons learnt from emergency imposed in 1975.

Answer: The emergency brought out weaknesses and strengths both to India’s democracy: 1. First lesson was felt that it was extremely difficult to do away with democracy in India. 2. Secondly, it amended that internal emergency could be proclaimed only on the grounds of armed rebellion, on the advice to the president to proclaim emergency must be given in writing by council of ministers. 3. Thirdly, emergency made everyone more aware of civil liberties as well as courts also took an active role in protecting civil liberties of individuals. Q 4. Examine the legacy of emergency of 1975 in India.

Answer: The legacy of emergency was felt in every sphere of people’s life and politics: 1. Between the elections of 1977 and 1980, Congress identified itself with particular ideology, claiming to be only socialist and pro-poor party. 2. The concept of non-Congression was created among oppositions parties. 3. The issues of welfare of backward classes began to dominate politics i. e. northern states elected non¬Congress leaders of backward class since 1977. 4. This period of emergency saw the period of constitutional crisis to loose its origin in constitutional battle over jurisdiction of parliament and judiciary. 5. This period created political crisis also as the party in power enjoyed absolute majority, still decided to suspend the democratic process. 6. The emergency tensed between institution based democracy and democracy based on spontaneous popular participation for which party system was to be blamed. Q 5. Why is emergency and period around it known as the period of constitutional crisis? Explain.

Answer: 1. The Parliament brought in many new changes in constitution which made an amendment declaring that elections of Prime Minister, President and Vice President could not be challenged in the court. 2. The forty second amendment was also passed to bring a series of changes in constitution like duration of legislatures, elections can be postponed by one year during emergency. Q 6. How far do you agree that the government had misused its emergency powers during 1975-77? Explain.

Answer: No, the government hence misused its ‘Emergency Powers’. But it said that it wanted to use the emergency: 1. To bring law and order into society. 2. To restore efficiency into administra¬tion and system. 3. To implement the pro-poor welfare programmes. Q 7. How did emergency of 1975 benefit the Indian democratic set up?

Answer: 1. Between the elections of 1977 and 1980, Congress identified itself with particulars ideology, claiming to be only socialist and pro-poor party. 2. The concept of non-Congressism was created among opposition parties. 3. The issues of welfare of backward class began to dominate politics i. e. Northern states elected non- Congress leaders of backward class since 1977. 4. The emergency tensed between institution based democracy and democracy based on spontaneous popular participation for which party system was to be blamed. Q 8. Describe any four circumstances for proclamation of emergency in 1975.

Answer:1. Emergence of Indira Gandhi. 2. Power politics became personalised and governmental authority was converted into personalization. 3. Bitter party competition. 4. Tensed relations between the government and judiciary. Q 9. Discuss the role of Jayaprakash Narayan in Bihar movement and national politics.

Answer: 1. Loknayak Jayaprakash Narayan from Janata Party was a Marxist of youth, who became a Gandhian and involved himself in a Bhoodan movement. 2. He led Bihar movement and opposed the emergency. 3. Bihar students invited him and he accepted on the condition of movement to be non-violent and not to limit only to Bihar territory. Hence, Bihar movement assumed a political character and national appeal. 4. This movement demanded dismissal of Congress government in Bihar and called for total revolution in social, economic and political aspects to establish a total democracy. 5. Bandhs, gheraos, strikes were organised in protest. Even employees of railways organised a strike which threatened to paralyse the country. 6. In 1975, Janata Party led people’s march to parliament to be one of the largest political rallies ever held in capital. 7. Janata was supported by non¬Congress parties like BJS, socialist parties etc., which projected JP as an alternative to Indira Gandhi. Q 10. ‘Emergency was a Blackmark in Indian History’. Comment.

Answer: 1. Emergency was declared on the ground of internal disturbances on 25 June 1975 to invoke Article 352 of constitution. 2. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi recommended to impose emergency to president Fakhruddin Ali Ahmad. 3. Emergency was one of the most controversial episode which possessed different virus regarding to impose emergency. 4. Emergency practically suspended the democratic functioning. 5. ‘Shah Commission’ exposed many excesses committed during emergency. 6. Emergency highlighted some hidden matters over constitutional battle between the parliament and judiciary. 7. Tensions or conflicts had been arisen between institution based democracy and popular participation of people.

Passage Based Questions [5 Marks]

1. Read the passage given below carefully and answer the questions: Once an emergency is proclaimed, the federal distribution of powers remains practically suspended and al 1 t be powc itc the hands of the union government. Secondly, the government also gets the power to curtail or restrict all or any of the Fundamental Rights during the emergency. From the wording of the provisions of the Constitution, it is clear that an Emergency is seen as an extra-iordinary condition in which normal democratic politics cannot function. Therefore, special powers are granted to the government.

Questions 1. When was emergency imposed? 2. Who recommended emergency to be imposed and to whom? 3. Mention the implications of emergency.

Answer: 1. 25 June 1975. 2. Prime Minister Indira Gandhi recommended to impose emergency to the president Fakhruddin Ali Ahmad. 3. (i) The federal distribution of powers remains practically suspended. (ii) All the powers are concentrated in the hands of Union government. (iii) The government also gets power to restrict all or any of Fundamental Rights during emergency. 2. Read the passage given below carefully and answer the questions: There were many acts of dissent and resistance to the Emergency. Many political workers who were not arrested in the first wave, went ‘underground’ and organised protests against the government. Newspapers like the Indian Express and the Statesman protested against censorship by leaving blank spaces where news items had been censored. Magazines like the Seminar and the Mainstream chose to close down rather than submit to censorship. Many journalists were arrested for writing against the Emergency. Many underground newsletters and leaflets were published to bypass censorship. Kannada writer Shivarama Karanth, awarded with Padma Bhushan, and Hindi writer Fanishwarnath Renu, awarded with Padma Shri, returned their awards in protest against the suspension of democracy. By and large, though, such open acts of defiance and resistance were rare.

Questions 1. Why did people began to protest against government? 2. How did newspapers protest against censorship? 3. How did writers protest against the emergency? 4. Which magazines protested against censorship?

Answer: 1. Against imposition of emergency. 2. Newspaper like Indian Express and the Statesman protested against censorship by leaving blank spaces where news items had been censored. 3. Kannada writer Shivarama Karanth awarded with Padma Bhushan and Hindi writer Fanishwarnath Renu awarded with Padma Shri returned their awards in protest against suspension of democracy. 4. Magazines like ‘Seminar’ and ‘Mainstream’ chose to close down rather than submit to censorship.

Long Answer Type Questions [6 Marks]

Q 1. Analyse any three lessons learnt from the emergency of 1975.

Answer:

(i) The emergency of 1975 at once brought out both the weaknesses’ and the strengths of India’s democracy. Though there are many observers who think that India ceased to be democratic during the emergency, it is noteworthy that normal democratic functioning resumed within a short span of time. Thus, one lesson of Emergency is that it is extremely difficult to do away with democracy in India.

(ii) It brought out some ambiguities regarding the emergency provision in the constitution that have been rectified since. Now ‘internal’ emergency can be proclaimed only on the grounds of ‘armed rebellion’ and it is necessary that the advice to the President to proclaim emergency must be given in writing by the Council of Ministers.

(iii) The Emergency made everyone aware of the value of civil liberties. The courts, too, have taken an active role after the emergency in protecting the civil liberties of the individuals. This is in response to the inability of the judiciary to protect civil liberties effectively during the emergency. Many civil liberties organizations came up after this experience. Q 2. Examine the three consequences of emergency imposed in 1975.

Answer:

(a) Effects on Civil Liberties of Citizens: 1. The government made large scale arrests under preventive detention. 2. Arrested political persons could not challenge arrest even under Habeas Corpus petition. 3. Despite filing many petitions government claimed it not to be necessary to be informed of grounds to arrested persons. 4. In April 1976, finally it was proved that the government could taken away citizen’s right to life and liberty by over ruling of high courts under supreme court and accepted government’s plea.

(b) Impact on Relationship between Parliament and Judiciary: 1. The parliament brought in many new changes in constitution which made an amendment declaring that election of Prime Minister, President and Vice¬president could not be challenged in the court. 2. The forty-second amendment (42nd) was also passed to bring a series of changes in constitution like duration of legislatures, elections can be postponed by one year during an emergency.

(c) Functioning of Mass Media: 1. Press censorship took place which banned freedom of press is newspapers were supposed to seek prior approval before they publish any material. 2. Protests, strikes and public agitations were also banned. 3. Various fundamental rights were also suspended including even Right to move to Court for Restoration of Fundamental Rights. 4. Kannada writer Shivarama Karnata awarded with Padma Bhushan and Hindi writer Fanishwarnath Renu with Padmashri returned their awards on protest against suspension of democracy. 5. Newspapers mainly Indian Express, and the Statesman protested against censorship by leaving blank editorial column. Q 3. Examine any six reasons for the imposition of emergency in India in 1975. Or Analyse any three reasons for imposing emergency on 25 June 1975. Did the government misuse its emergency powers? Give any three arguments in support of answers.

Answer: (i) Emergency was proclaimed in response to petition filed by Raj Narayan to declare Indira Gandhi’s election invalid. (ii) On June 25, 1975, the government declared the threat of internal disturbances to invoke Article 352 of constitution. (iii) Article 352 can declare emergency on ground of either internal or external disturbances. (iv) The government decided a grave crisis to be arisen to proclaim emergency to bring law and order, restore efficiency and implement pro-poor Welfare Programmes. (v) The President FakhruddinAli Ahmad proclaimed emergency which became the most controversial episode in Indian politics. (vi) Power politics became personalised and governmental authority was converted into personalization Q 4. Assess any three happenings which were responsible for the downfall of Congress Party in the 1977 elections. Or ‘The 1977 elections for the first time saw the opposition coming to power at the centre’. Examine any six reasons for this change.

Answer: The 1977 elections were evolved as a shock to everyone as Congress Party was defeated for the very first time and opposition party came into power: 1. The opposition adopted the slogan ‘save democracy’ against imposition of emergency earlier. 2. The opposition campaigned non- democratic character of rule which provided various excesses. 3. The opposition party highlighted the preventive detention and press censorship to favour public opinion. 4. Janata Party also ensured not to divide non-Congress votes. 5. Middle section of North India was moving away from Congress for whom Janata Party became a platform. 6. Hence, elections of 1977 emerged many other factors instead about emergency only. Q 5. Explain any three outcomes of Lok Sabha elections of 1977.

Answer: 1. In March 1977 elections, for the first time, Congress lost elections with winning 154 seats only. 2. Janata Party and its allies won 330 seats out of 542 seats. 3. Congress lost from the states of Bihar, U.P., Haryana, Delhi and Madhya Pradesh. 4. Janata Party was formed of coalitions under the leadership of Jayaprakash Narayana. 5. Janata Party called this election as a referendum on emergency. 6. Opposition party realised not to divide the votes to enjoy the power under one umbrella. 7. All these indicated a tough time for Congress ahead. Q 6. What is Naxalite movement? Evaluate its role in Indian politics.

Answer: The Naxalites were the Marxist and Leninist agricultural workers of Andhra Pradesh, West Bengal, Bihar and adjoining areas which organised massive agilations against economic injustice and inequality and demanded redistribution of land to cultivators. Role in Indian Politics: 1. Naxalite, did not participate in the elections formally but these were actively associated with parties. 2. Naxalites ensured a better representation of demands of deprived social sections in party politics. 3. These movements retained associations or relations alongwith the political parties either as an individual or as an organisations.

Picture/Map Based Questions [5 Marks]

1. Study the picture given below and answer the questions that follow:

Questions 1. What was the slogan of Janata Party to campaign in elections? 2. Identify the person who is sitting on ground holding the slogan. 3. Against which practices Jayaprakash Narayana agitated?

Answer: 1. Save Democracy. 2. Jayaprakash Narayan. 3. Corruption, lawlessness, violence, and most important against imposition of emergency. Q 2. Study the picture given below and answer the questions that follow:

Question. 1. When did cartoon appear in the newspaper and why? 2. Identify the person behind Indira Gandhi. 3. Identify what does the ‘Political Crisis’ stand for. Explain.

Answer: 1. This cartoon appeared few days before the declaration of emergency to capture the sense of impending political crisis. 2. The then Congress president D.K. Barooah. 3. Political crisis in 1977 made the party system in India look like a two party system i.e. Congress and non¬Congress to end one party dominance and emergence of non-Congress party Janata Party as an umbrella for others. Q 3. Study the picture given below and answer the questions that follow:

Questions 1. What situation does the picture refer to? 2. Which Commission is represented into the cartoon? 3. Mention some points of this Commission’s report.

Answer: 1. Appearance of Indira Gandhi before Commission but refused to answer any question. 2. Shah Commission’s report about emergency. 3. (i) There were many excesses committed during emergency. (ii) Several restrictions were put on the press sometimes without legal sanction. (iii) Many people were arrested under preventive detention law. (iv) Even general manager of Delhi Power Supply Corporation received verbal orders from the officers of Lt. Governor of Delhi to cut electricity to all newspaper presses at 2 a.m. on 26 June 1975.

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