#niche lightsaber

[basimibnishaqs]

every star wars fan has to have an extremely niche star wars thing they’re obsessively into for no good reason that they could write a thesis paper about. that’s just part of the deal when you’re a star wars fan

#tag yours #mine are lightsaber colors holy shit am i insane about lightsaber colors #sw fans have departments majors and niche thesis papers #also when you tag it has to be niche and weird not anything big like the jedi or mandalorians it has to be NICHE

[spiritunwilling]

Honestly once I graduate and get my shit together I wanna try HEMA. Or any other weapon martial arts. Would be cool. In spite of how annoying HEMA guys can be about fencing

#lightsaber fencing is also a real thing though pretty niche #its such a dynamic and interesting style. so speedy and light

[seaglassdinosaur]

I think Bode Locke would do very well in Whitechapel.

#look it’s the plucky kid with the makeshift gear for me #he finds out about magic and starts messing around and does really well #he makes a fire lightsaber! #tell me he and Benny wouldn’t make a great team #this is abt LnK Netflix though - comic Bode is a baby #MBaV #my babysitter's a vampire #hitting that niche audience by the way #Locke and key #locke and key netflix #bode Locke #my post #LnK netflix

[sugar-coat-it]

Mask kink with 2016 Halloween Matty <3

This is so specific, idk who the fuck is going to read this. Anyways, I’m a slut, hope you like my very niche love for Kylo Ren Matty (IT’S LITERALLY DECEMBER TOO, HALLOWEEN IS SO OVER I NEED TO BE PUT DOWN)

Fem! Reader 

Contains: Mask kink, unprotected penetrative sex (riding), low-key filthy dirty talk, praise, degradation (light), kink exploration, pussy slapping, hella pet names, them being sweetie pies 

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Matty is preparing his Kylo Ren costume for his Halloween show, totally unaware of his girlfriend’s raging mask kink.

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“Right, if I look like a wanker, I need you to just tell me!” Matty shouts from the hotel bathroom.

You smile to yourself as his voice echoes through the room, having been patiently waiting for him to show you the big surprise he had planned for the show in a few weeks on Halloween. 

“I’m sure it’s fine, Matty!” You call back, trying to coax him out of the bathroom.

Finally, he obliges, swinging the bathroom door open dramatically. The second he steps out, he’s swinging around a red lightsaber, trying to imitate the noises they make in the movies, all while dressed as Kylo Ren. Your eyebrows raise with a surprised laugh as he comes towards you, pretending to slice you with the fake, light-up lightsaber.

“Nah, never mind, I definitely look cool as shit,” He gloats, and you can tell he’s got that boyish grin on his face even from under the mask.

Your boyfriend tosses the lightsaber down onto the bed, now holding his hand out like he’s using the force. You give a playfully unimpressed stare, crossing your arms as he continues his antics.

“I’d force choke you, but you’d probably like it, you slut,” He rasps, trying to sound like Adam Driver but failing so miserably. He barely got the sentence out before he started giggling his loud, unfiltered laugh.

“Very funny,” You say straight-faced, pushing his tensed hand away from your face.

You take a moment to fully drink in the sight of him now that he’s not flailing the lightsaber around. He was draped in all-black fabric, leather gloved hands, and a mask covering all his features except a slit for his eyes. You swallow thickly, your mind going places it definitely should not because of a silly costume. 

“Yeah, you look cool, I like it,” You smile, trying not to be obvious with the way you’re attempting to process all of this… your gorgeous boyfriend wearing a mask like that, making a simmering feeling pool deep inside you.

“Uhuh. The band’s all gonna dress up like Star Wars characters too, it’s really mint,” He grins, practically bouncing on his heels with how excited he is about the little theme they put together.

As lovely as it all is that the band is doing a themed Halloween show, and it’s Star Wars, and Matty seems thrilled, you’re a little preoccupied with the way he looks with only his pretty brown eyes looking back at you through the space in the mask. 

“Are you listening?” He interrupts, cocking his head at you with some sass to the motion.

You sit up straighter on the bed, acting like you’d been burned by the way he caught you daydreaming. You try to think of an excuse, something, anything, but what comes out is:

“Yes, I’m listening, but also, you look far too good for someone wearing a Star Wars costume you got off Party City,” 

You can see his eyebrows raise through the slit in the mask, an amused laugh coming from his throat. Clearly, he didn’t expect the rushed response of praise to come from your lips. Silently, he steps closer. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smirking, growing emboldened by how enamored you seem at the moment. He places a gloved hand on your chin, holding it to force you to look up at him as he towers over your seated position. You can feel heat prickling at your cheeks at the intense eye contact, his eyes are dark, from what you can see. 

“What? Is it cause you fancy Adam Driver?” He teases, running his thumb over your jawline. 

You shake your head at him, eyes wide as one of your most secret fantasies comes to life. Never in a million years would you have asked Matty to do something like this for you, but now, your wet dream has practically fallen into your lap. With his free hand, he reaches up to start to take the mask off, but you quickly reach to grab his wrist, your body moving faster than your brain. Matty freezes, you can practically see the cogs in his mind turning as he tries to figure out why you stopped him. He’s silent, waiting for you to explain yourself as he raises a puzzled eyebrow at you.

“Could you… keep it on?” You suggest softly as if slowly dipping your toe into the pool of possibilities.

“Keep it on?” He echoes, an amused tone to his voice like he’s not sure if you’re playing with him or not.

You nod slowly, looking a little nervous to be broaching the idea. He chuckles, a newfound darkness to his voice as it starts to click for him. He grips your jaw a little tighter, a glint in his eyes that you can’t quite read.

“Ohh, I see,” He says lowly, now moving to sit on the bed and swiftly pull you into his lap.

You swallow hard, anticipation pulsing in your veins as you settle on his lap, his leather-gloved hands resting on your hips. You can see the way Matty’s eyes sparkle with mischief now that you’re closer, only able to read his expressions through the slit in the mask. There’s something thrilling about it that you can’t put your finger on. He leans in, getting closer to your ear, voice slightly muffled by the plastic as he whispers to you, using this newfound discovery to his full advantage.

“Have you got like a kink for that or something?” He teases, knowing full well that you must if you’re reacting the way you are.

You’re silent, lips pressed together in a thin line as you neither confirm nor deny his accusation. He gives your hips a squeeze, a triumphant chuckle rumbling in his chest. As slightly embarrassing as this all is, him having this edge on you is making you hot and bothered. 

“Aw, my dirty girl,” Matty coos, his thumbs now rubbing little circles into your hip bones.

Your breath catches in your throat at that. You’ll never be used to how his silver tongue always seems to conjure up just the right words to get you soaked. Your boyfriend’s talent with words doesn’t just extend to his songwriting, he’s also the filthiest dirty talker you’ve ever heard. 

“Y’know, if you didn’t want to see my mug while we fuck, you could have just said so, fucking hell,” He laughs, holding a hand to his chest dramatically in mock offense. 

“You know that’s not it, Matty,” You quip quickly, with a roll of your eyes.

“I know, I know,” He relents, bumping his forehead against yours apologetically. The gesture is a little more awkward than intended with the mask on his face, but it’s still cute. 

A moment of silence passes like neither of you knows where to go from here. You’ve never actually considered the logistics of your little infatuation. Deciding to make a move and break the tension, you slowly lift your shirt over your head, watching as Matty’s eyes instantly flick down to your chest, letting out a little satisfied hum as his gloved hands slide up your sides. Skilled fingers circle around your back, undoing the clasp of your bra in a split second. Letting out a shaky breath, you let the sensation of the cool leather of his gloves on your tits put a haze on your mind. The roughness of where they’re stitched together grazes over your nipples as he cups your breasts. 

“How’s this gonna work? I can’t even kiss you,” Matty pouts, giving your nipple a pinch between his thumb and his forefinger. 

You whine, back arching at the sudden rush of pleasure he allows you, shamelessly sliding further down in his lap. Your hips are right over the slight bulge in his trousers now, you bite your lip at the feeling. Need is clouding your thoughts as you try and piece together how you want this to go, lewd images flashing through your head. 

“I can still ride you though,” You suggest, rolling your hips down against his to punctuate your point. 

Matty grins beneath the mask, you can see it in the way his eyes twinkle at you. He circles his thumbs around your nipples, relishing in the way your back arches so prettily for him as he does it. He only grows harder as you grind onto him, a little grunt leaving his lips at the delicious friction. 

“I like the sound of that,” He murmurs, eyes growing more lidded at the idea, “Should I take everything off but the mask, then?” 

You nod at him with an excited smile. Matty can’t help but chuckle adoringly at how eager you seem to try this out. He claps his hands down on your ass suddenly, making you squeak as the resounding smack rings out in the quiet hotel room. He then carefully moves you off of his lap to shed himself of the cheap costume, making intense eye contact with you as he undresses. That’s one thing about Matty, he absolutely loves making you squirm with unflinching eye contact, whether he’s fucking you or just trying to get you riled up. And you’ll be damned if it doesn’t work every time. 

With your clothes and his costume in a pile on the floor, he sits against the headboard, his cock hard with pearls of precum dripping against his stomach. He watches you through the slit in the mask as you approach slowly, crawling over to him with the eyes of a siren. The tension is thick in the air as you sit on his thighs, his hands instantly finding their way to your sides, tenderly running along your skin. A shiver licks up your spine at the feeling, but you need so much more than just his fingers ghosting along your body. Your heart thrums in your chest as you stare down at him, totally bared to you except for the mask, his tattooed skin on full display for your eyes to devour. 

“It’s hot as balls under this thing,” Matty grumbles, his hot, heavy breath making it warm under the mask, it’s only getting worse as he gets hornier. 

You give him a look and he tries to relax his body with a sigh, much more intent on pleasing you than anything else, he just likes complaining. His head goes slack with a thunk of the plastic mask against the headboard, making him giggle. You just shake your head at him with a smile, now grabbing hold of him at the base of his cock, lifting your hips over him. His fingers constrict at your sides, holding you still so you can’t sink down onto him, making you look down at him with furrowed brows. 

“Don’t you need me to get you ready first?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You just smile at him coyly, sliding a hand down between your thighs. His eyes are glued to your fingers as you spread your folds for him, showing him just how soaked you are, practically dripping down your thighs. You watch his eyes go wide as he murmurs a breathy “fuck” at the little display. Clearly, you don’t need any preparation. Matty’s hands relax again, allowing you to continue. Looking very pleased with yourself, you run the tip of his cock through the arousal gathered between your thighs, both of you letting out a little sigh at the feeling. Once you felt he was thoroughly slicked with your honey, you align yourself with him and sink slowly, mewling at the feeling of him stretching you out inch by inch. Matty’s head tilts back with a moan as you envelop him perfectly, fingers digging into your hips.

“Ohh, god. Perfect little fucking cunt…” He mutters, pussy drunk already and you’ve only just started.

You rock your hips a few times, just letting yourself adjust to the slight ache of him filling you so snugly, placing your hands on his shoulders to support your body. Your clit drags against his pelvis, catching against his skin as you grind down on him slowly, pulling a moan from your lips. Matty’s hands guide your hips, helping you rock back and forth as he watches you like you’re a work of art before him. 

“C’mon pretty girl, go ahead and fuck yourself on me,” Matty encourages, giving your hips a tap with his fingers. 

You whimper at the gravelly tone of his voice as he lets filth spill from his mind right to his lips. You waste no time following his instructions, starting to bounce in his lap with vigor, looking down for a moment to watch as he disappears inside you. You moan softly every time you drop down onto his shaft, tits bouncing as you move, much to Matty’s pure delight. Your eyes squeeze shut as you tilt your head back, focused on keeping up your pace and listening to the sweet sound of Matty’s grunts and moans.

“Mm, hey, need you to look at me, sweet girl,” Matty groans, reaching back to grab a handful of your ass to get your attention. 

Whining softly, you let your eyes open hazily, looking down at him with wet, parted lips as you pant for him. Your thighs are burning as you keep bouncing in his lap, doing your best to not let the pace falter. You don’t have to see his whole face to know he’s smiling right now, his eyes crinkling at the corners through the slit in the mask.

“Talk to me,” You say softly, a plea for him to make you throb and clench around him with just his words. 

“Yeah? Want me to make you cream all on my cock while I talk dirty to you? You fucking love that shit don’t you?” He rasps, pausing with a moan as you clench hard around him, roughly digging his fingers into the plushness of your ass. 

You watch in awe as his eyes roll back, pretty toffee-colored irises almost disappearing beyond his eyelids. Fuck, you don’t even have to see the rest of his features to know how good he’s feeling right now. 

“Fuuuucking hell,” He drawls, “Fucking clenching ‘round me like that, that’s my girl,”

Reaching around to your front, Matty places a firm slap on your cunt, the wet sound of it is honestly pornographic, especially followed by the loud yelp you make at the feeling. 

“Fuck! Matty-” You start, but you’re cut off by your own squeal as he lands a few more quick spanks to your sopping pussy. 

Your hips stutter as your velvety walls clamp around him hard, feeling so good that you almost forget that you’re supposed to be riding him. You regain your rhythm when he begins bucking up into you, aiding you in fucking yourself on him. Your nails dig into his shoulder as you continue, moaning wantonly as he stares up at you intensely, eyes dark with the shadow of the mask. He knows his girl well enough to know that now’s the time to help ease you over the edge into euphoria. 

“Beautiful girl… ohh, just look at you,” He admires, moving to slowly circle two of his fingers around your clit, “Taking my cock like a dream, aren’t you, love?”

You cry out as he starts toying with your clit, inching closer and closer to sweet release as that feeling inside you builds, tightening familiarly. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, your mind too far gone to think of anything else. Fuck, god bless cheap Star Wars costumes from Party City. 

“Matty- Matty, M’gonna cum-” You gasp, your back arching as your orgasm rears its head. 

At that, he speeds up his fingers, hips snapping up into you with a vengeance to get you there. He wants, no, he *needs* to see you fall apart on top of him. His eyes narrow with focus as his skillful fingers rub at your clit, bracing you with a hand at your lower back. 

“I know, I know baby, feels so good, huh?” He coos between heavy breaths, “Such a good girl for me sweetheart, fuck. Cum for me, angel,” And you do, oh, you do. A broken cry wracks through your body, shaking all over as he gets rougher with you, sending you hurdling into the abyss of deep pleasure. Any semblance of rhythm in your hips is gone now, bucking wildly in his lap as the building feeling snaps inside you. Matty watches you with wide eyes, cock throbbing inside you as he relishes in you making a mess of yourself for him. He’ll never get over how beautiful you look when you cum, your head tossed back in a silent cry, the sheen of sweat on your skin making you look like you’re glowing. He gently rubs at your lower back while working his fingers against you, easing you through your orgasm lovingly while fucking up into your tight cunt. You’re an angel to him. He spills inside you with a whine and a rushed warning to you, unable to hold back with how fucking amazing you look right now, shaking on top of him like that. You gasp hazily as you feel his cum paint your insides, warmth flooding you as he finishes with eager thrusts. 

“Fucking hell,” He groans, going limp against the headboard as his arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest to hold you, deft fingers now carding through your damp hair. 

Your whimpers start to taper off now, just letting yourself rest against your beautiful boyfriend’s shoulder, legs quivering a bit as you feel him start to soften inside you. With a huff, he rips the mask off of his face and tosses it to the edge of the bed. Blinking your eyes open, you can’t help but breathily laugh at how his damp curls stick to his face, he wasn’t kidding about how hot it was under there. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at your boyfriend that melted his fucking face off for your sake,” He chuckles, digging his fingers into your sides as revenge. 

You yelp, hurriedly grabbing at his wrists to keep him from tickling you. He just laughs, tilting his head forward to rest it against your forehead now, his damp curls framing his face prettily. He leans down slightly to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You’re both flushed and smell of sex, skin warm to the touch as you melt into the other's embrace.

“Thank youuu,” You sing, truly grateful that he was so open to trying this for you, “It was really, really hot,”

“Glad you had fun, love. And, y’know, when I’m on stage with this on, I’m only gonna be able to think of you riding my dick,” He grins, hands wandering to give your ass a teasing squeeze. 

Your cheeks burn a bit at his comment, a similar grin spreading across your lips. As fun as this was, you missed seeing that smile. 

“Lucky you,” You whisper, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. 

#matty healy x reader #the 1975 x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy x you #the 1975 smut #matty healy imagine #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #Kylo!Matty

[antianakin]

Someone asked me if I'd want the Jedi Apprentice book series to be made into some kind of TV series, live action or animated or otherwise, because I love it so much, and the answer is a resounding FUCK NO.

I love it because it's fairly isolated in its little decanonized Legends niche and that is where it belongs and should stay. There's a lot I ADORE about Jedi Apprentice, but there's a lot that I think doesn't work with the worldbuilding of regular Star Wars (age limits on Padawans as an obvious example, lightsabers shorting out in water as another) and I never ever want to see brought back.

Also I know if Xanatos got put on a show of some kind, live-action or animated, the fans would just focus on him instead and everything I love about this series would end up buried under all the fans focusing on him being "hot" and "right about the Jedi" and all that bullshit.

So no, I never ever want Jedi Apprentice to be anything more than what it is.

#star wars #jedi apprentice

[whatsallthisnow]

Searching for Fic

This is niche as hell so it might not be anywhere. I remember reading this back in 2016 when it was FRESH but parts of it have stuck with me and I just want to know if it held up. I know it was incomplete when I last saw it but that was 7-8 years ago so...

Kylo Ren/General Hux, slow burn, forced proximity.

This would have been written within weeks of TFA's release and was framed as a potential sequel/continuation. Kylo and Hux are forced to lay low together and end up on some sort of country estate. I cannot remember a lot of the plot except that it was an absolutely GLACIAL slow burn and there was a subplot having to do with lightsaber maintenance/construction, homoerotic sparring, and some shirtless meditation. Kylo spent a LOT of time in some kind of man-cave/dojo/workshop being an antisocial edgelord. Mostly if not entirely Hux POV. Also Hux was named after his father so he would have been called Brendol.

#kylux #fic search #star wars #kylo ren #hux x kylo #brendol hux #armitage hux

[vintagegeekculture]

Created by Mary Jo Duffy in the twilight years of the Star Wars Marvel Comic when nobody was paying that much attention to what they were doing, the Nagai were a blade and knife loving warrior race who are born looking like goths and dress in vampiric black leather. They are invaders from outside the Star Wars galaxy, and in the fashion of barbarians through history, attacked and invaded the weak, just founded New Republic at a low point. 

What’s interesting is that Mary Jo Duffy states the Nagai were inspired by Japanese comic books, which is something of a surprise at the early date of 1985, when Japanime was extremely niche. They were named after manly man Japanese comic creator Go Nagai. Their kamikaze attacks, honor code, and obsession with swords and throwing knives were inspired by Japanese culture. 

The Nagai are also interesting in that they were created by two female creators, Mary Jo Duffy and Cynthia Martin, at a time when women artists were rare in mainstream comics. Perhaps the fact the comic was about to be canceled and Star Wars was essentially over by 1985 had something to do with it. Shame, I always thought it was cool that in these last few issues before the end, Luke Skywalker used a lightsaber knife (shoto) along with the lightsaber, in the style of Samurai warriors. This was a sign of how absolutely weebed out the last years of the Marvel Star Wars comic were....absolutely tedious today, but interesting and ahead of its time in 1985. 

I’m somewhat astonished that this evil goth warrior race hasn’t made a return as villains. Surely the Nagai must still be out there. Cosplayers would love it. If they introduced a sad pale sexy vampire guy who looks like Souxie Sioux, I all but guarantee he’d be superpopular. 

#nagai #star wars #80s comics #star wars comics

[ameliedoree]

Mysteries of the Sith is Peak Niche Bullshit and I Kinda Love it

Fun fact about me: I play boomer shooters when I'm not doing well. This entire last week has been miserable for me, so I decided, "why don't I *finally* try and play through Dark Forces 2 and it's expansion?" It's a title I've had a love/hate relationship with, primarily because I've tried to play it on Hard mode and that SUCKS. DF2 is a miserable experience on that difficulty for a myriad reasons I will not dive into here because I don't have the mental capacity to talk in great detail about it.

But anyways, I've finally played Dark Forces 2, and it's pretty cool. Not great, but as the second entry in the first Star Wars FPS series, and probably the first 3D Star Wars game to let you wield a lightsaber, it's a fun pulpy ride that I feel is enjoyable by anyone who likes older FPS titles and doesn't mind a little bit of archaic design.

Mysteries of the Sith is not this.

Mysteries of the Sith is some bullshit.

MOTS is very clearly made for people who are completely deranged boomer shooter fans like I am; people like me who have been playing this genre since they were a wee lad or lass (I played FPS games when I was 3!) and know the genre in and out; people like me who can probably play multiple DOOM maps blindfolded, finds anything below Hard or Very Hard to be annoying and tedious in most FPS games, has twitch reflexes, and somehow enjoys maniacal puzzle solving and level design that has no human logic or reason behind it.

And I think I love it.

It's about as indulgent in 90s FPS design tropes as you can get. Levels are often sprawling but there doesn't seem to be any real world rhyme or reason to parts of their design; it's often weird and winding explicitly for the purpose of testing the players ability to apply made up powers for problem solving.

Dark Forces 1 was clearly meant to be a game with 'real' locations. Many levels make a pretty remarkable amount of sense, only confusing because cities and industrial landscapes can be confusing to outsiders, and any level obfuscation can be blamed on sci-fi bullshit.

Dark Forces 2 steered away from this, but it still made SOME sense; locations generally felt like they could be real, even if individual areas were kinda nonsensical for the sake of having goofy FPS platforming and shoehorned in traps. None of it ever takes advantage of the fact that you are A Jedi though; you're not gonna be Force Jumping or Speeding or Pulling around for anything other than a few secrets and mucking about with the enemies.

MOTS does not give two shits about this and has levels that feel vaguely real enough to make sense but are generally a bunch of wacky things chained together because it's entertaining. Said wacky things often expect that you're completely willing to use every bit of kit at your arsenal; it wants you to be zooming around at nauseating paces, hopping around like a jackrabbit, throwing switches with the Force, and persuading ancient statues in a forgotten forest.

Also, the game has some absolute fucking bullshit everywhere. Like, completely impossible to know ahead of time traps, secrets that requires absurd intuition to locate, enemies that can kill you in seconds... it ALMOST gets out of hand at points. But I feel like I was smiling along with the developers, thinking, "oh man that was wild, now why'd you put THAT there you silly gooses? Hehe~"

I think it's a pretty cool study in designing a game for people who are as In The Know as the hypothetical you, The Designer, are. I don't think anyone designing MOTS was a newbie to FPS game design; these were people who loved the genre and had probably had tons of experience working on it, assuming they weren't all rehires from the base DF2 team. I haven't checked, sorry.

But the game was absolutely not meant to be played by people who don't have the same level of brain worms that I do; so much of the level design I feel would be utterly alien to people used to Real Game Environments the same way I struggle to navigate games with Real Game Environments like The Last of Us.

I think it's also super cool how all of this does work into the game. Like I said, it expects you to be doing goofy force bullshit in the way DF2 didn't and DF1 most certainly did not because the latter doesn't even have Jedi and Sith shit going on. It's also rather different from DF3/4 (Jedi Outcast/Academy) because the game design feels much more *retro* than those two. It really does make you feel like a wild mystical super power user just by virtue of using those powers to solve things.

MOTS is a very goofy, self-indulgent game besides this anyways. The whole story references characters that NO ONE except massive extended universe lore nerds would care about, the protagonist is the apprentice of the protag from the first game, who you then FIGHT IN AN EPIC SUPER COOL DUEL AT THE END to save him from turning to the EVIL DARK SIDE.

This game was made for the small handful of people who love boomer shooters in all of their bullshit, and additionally, people who are like that AND love crazy fanfiction shit. That's me, I'm both of those; I don't really care deeply about Star Wars but I do love me some self-indulgent fanfiction.

This is a big rambly post, but the point is, MOTS is pretty awesome and I recommend it to people deep in the boomer shooter mines. It's a far better paced game than the kind of sloggish DF2, it's a more enjoyable FPS experience than the lightsaber-focused DF3 and 4, and it's a self-indulgent good time in every other way.

#boomer shooter #star wars

[sonofthedunes]

a list of random fluffy luke/andrie headcanons below the cut, bc i can :p

Luke loves Andrie’s hair. he loves the coppery color, he loves how soft it is. when they’re cuddling he usually can’t resist nuzzling against it or lacing his fingers through it. he’s very fond of watching her untangle it (sometimes with a comb that used to belong to her great-grandmother); on occasion he’ll do it for her because he says it helps him focus.

they have their own “i love you”/“i know.” it’s “you and me, down the line.” 🥹

they’re both early risers, a leftover habit from childhoods on farmsteads. if they’re not in a rush they’ll watch the sun(s) rise together.

one of Andrie’s very few luxuries during the galactic civil war is a tiny vial of perfume, found in the ruins of an imperial base during a reconnaissance mission. it has a floral fragrance (a bit reminiscent of jasmine and plum blossom)-she doesn’t wear it often, but Luke feels comforted by the smell. neither of them know that it came from naboo, and is in fact a scent Padme Amidala wore in her lifetime.

she likes to call him “starboy” and “hotshot.” he calls her “sunshine” and “pika” (a type of sweet acidic fruit native to tatooine). other nicknames they use include “flyboy,” “sweet girl,” “dear heart,” and their military titles (jokingly). years in the future, when they’ve both become jedi masters, they address each other as such in front of their padawans to teach them proper decorum…but if they’re in the right mood, they’ll use it privately too.

oh yes, it takes her some time to accept her path, but Andrie does become a jedi-she’s Luke’s very first student. her progress is slow at first due to years of suppressing her abilities (first by her family, and then by herself voluntarily), yet she persists and works hard to become as fine a jedi as anyone could wish. she eventually finds a niche in studying meditation and trances, though she’s also a renowned lightsaber combatant, her natural fierceness serving her well. at her physical peak, it’s said, she could have dueled Luke to a standstill.

speaking of her lightsaber, she constructs it herself on ossus over the course of four days (previously she used a training saber Luke made for her). the blade is cyan, a blueish-green color which combines the qualities both shades represent-wisdom, courage, peace and so on. the hilt is mostly silver, with thin black bands and a crimson toggle switch; the bottom is slightly flared to prevent it slipping out of its wielder’s hands.

the only way Andrie utilizes the force during the war is to gently nudge Luke’s mind when he returns from a mission, just to make sure he’s alright. he always, always nudges back. ♥️

Andrie and Luke are practically the same height (she’s about an inch shorter)-when they hug or kiss they fit together as puzzles pieces, two halves of a whole. this also makes certain…other things easy too. ;)

they marry in the early morning after the fall of the empire, in a forest clearing on endor, not long after Luke agrees to train Andrie as his apprentice. for the record, she proposes to him-it’s not that he doesn’t want to be with her, but he’s struggled with the old jedi rules of attachment and how they’ll be interpreted in the new order. together they make the monumental decision to live openly as husband and wife, building an equal partnership based on trust, respect, and the living force. and it is with the force as their only witness that they pledge themselves to one another, using what Andrie recalls of a handfasting ceremony performed by one of tatooine’s ancient nomadic tribes. they bind their wrists using a leather cord from her hair and (since she’s unsure of what words the tribe used) they pronounce their own vows. when they return to the ewok village and tell their friends the news, Han announces the milestone to Leia as “pipsqueak and the kid did some weird jedi shit in the woods and they’re married now?? the hell is this galaxy coming to”

and unbeknownst to the happy couple, they’d set the standard for many, many jedi weddings going forward.

#andrie #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x oc #this is extremely self-indulgent but i like doing it lol

[basimibnishaqs]

one day i’ll finish my lightsaber color quiz and then you’ll all see. you’ll all see what i see

#lightsaber colors are like my niche sw thing like #idk what it is but it fascinates me and i have a lot of thoughts on how they work and what it means #the quiz and then a comprehensive google doc on what each color means #what it represents #etc etc etc

[shpjarkley]

I'm worried my blog isn't niche enough so here's all 7 Lightsaber Forms as skiing techniques/disciplines

Form I (Shii-Cho) = Pizza/French Fries: The basics learned by every beginner that underpin all other forms. Usually outmatched by the other forms, but a true master can use it to surmount any challenge.

Form II (Makashi) = Telemarking: An unorthodox and elegant set of movements that are seen as a revitalization of ancient history. Popular in "duels."

Form III (Soresu) = Cross-Country: Less direct and flashy than other disciplines. Reliant on patience and stamina from its practitioner.

Form IV (Ataru) = Freestyle: The most visually exciting discipline, emphasizing acrobatics and risky maneuvers.

Form V (Shien/Djem So) = Moguls: A style which emphasizes a redirection of momentum and using one's environment to their advantage. Speed, reaction time, and looking for openings are key to mastery.

Form VI (Niman) = Biathlon: A combined discipline that de-emphasizes athleticism in favor of ranged attacks. Skill is as dependent on inner discipline as it is on physical talent.

Form VII (Juyo/Vapaad) = Glading: A high-risk discipline only practiced by masters. Discipline and technique are instrumental to completing its aggressive maneuvers successfully.

#my posts #star wars #skiing #lightsaber forms

[jadebone]

anyway . . too lazy to update my carrd but available verses that u can absolutely ask about for plots / dynamics

all crime no magic (default no magic verse)

succession-esque (alternative no magic verse)

generic high fantasy / low magic (good for got/hotd/lotr/etc)

d&d / baldur's gate (high fantasy / high magic yes i have subclasses for all of them)

superpowers (based on villains ve schwab, can work w/ marvel/dc but i don't know anything sawry)

insert your favorite apocalyptic scenario here...

star wars (except i have no recollection of the media other than lightsaber go woosh)

pacific rim / mecha (except i get to into this one my bad)

canon divergences (... ask)

insert favorite espionage scenario here

ocean's 11 (or insert favorite heist / caper crew scenario here)

omniscient reader's viewpoint (so niche i am unapologetic about it though)

formula 1 (yeah uh … sorry)

r/iordanverse

idk. ask if there's something u want to do i will make it happen. i will spend hours on wikia researching if i must.

#if u like this post i'm dming for plots #trying to think of more media i have consumed ... #tbh most other verses r just gonna be . fuck it lets make them a rock band like njhibgvucyfr #anyway . best way to plot w me is to do an alternate universe bc it's easy when we don't know each others source material :3 #+ highest muse is always going to be anden > shae > lan > hilo in that order #* OUT.

[queen-scribbles]

Abelia, jasmine, and nutmeg for the random asks?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

Yep. I have a mushroom necklace that only comes off to shower and usually to exercise(sometimes I forget), a heart shaped ring, and a macramé bracelet from a family trip at least a decade ago that's fused itself into a continuous loop of string xD

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

Martin the Warrior, one of the Redwall books. It's really good, as most of them are, but the ending is devastatingly sad and it made me cry myself to sleep when I was twelve THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW. So thanks to the trauma, I don't think I'll ever read it again, even though it was good and I liked 97% of it

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

My room is lots of nerdy stuff; shelves with the Stars Wars stuff(novels, model lightsaber, the lego X-Wing and all my Black Series/Funkos of various characters mostly versions of Wedge /cough), the BatB niche, lots of art I've either printed out/gotten as physical originals of my characters(I have three of Trinne, one with Jowan, from eme alone <333), computer CPU and subwoofer for my speakers are covers in stickers. Lots and LOTS of books. So many books they're laying on top of the standing ones on the shelves. Wall section for LotR, the movies posters for that on the ceiling. OH and there's a bunch of the pottery I've painted for myself interspersed. I have run out of room for that; it's starting to get stacked or wrapped neatly to go in the closet. xD

(If the light was better in there I'd take pictures, but I'm in the basement of a house built in the 60's so the lighting sucks)

Random Asks

#random asks #i have so much wedge stuff y'all #i won't shut up about him being my fave and my family pays attention

[starplusfourletters]

Random takes on ahsoka eps 2 and 3

so spoilers for the niche crap I care about in eps 2 and 3

once again holding back the plot / character / that's not how the force works rant until i have more perspective BUT IT'S BUILDING UP

i have so many questions about how the FIRST iteration of this apprenticeship got started but noooooo i'm holding it innnnnnnnnnnnnn

good to know "gold leaf on a rock" is all it takes to send me into full mortis art / world between worlds panic mode

When Ahsoka's like "there's simply no way to move this potential bomb out of the hospital" my guy Lothal is 99.99% grassland

Distinct lack of Lothwolves tho. Did Filoni move past his wolf hyperfixation?

[chopper's immediate suggestion being to bomb a city] i missed him so much

If sabine's hair looks anywhere close to good in the next scene after that haircut - oh is2g

dude tho that lightsaber dodge? so so so cool. just no fucks given. Hero

so did Sabine hire a long-term catsitter orrrr look let’s be honest I’m more invested in the cat than sabine. Not to be – wait for it – catty

oh no kaz's dad (? look I'm not going to check) is mean :(

DOUBLING DOWN ON THE GREEN HAIR WE LOVE TO SEE IT (but like srsly how. star wars canonizes DNA and then pulls this shit)

is the show really trying to make the sabine/ezra ship sail like actually? after 4 seasons of rebels being like "dude she's gay"?

Huyang straight up roasting sabine <3 he is my spirit animal

I was fangirling about ahsoka's dojo because if i was a space wizard I'd totally want my dojo to convert into a living room that's rad and then my friend pointed out that that means the place you just stood and fell and sweated on becomes your dining room table and that's... less sexy

Speaking of not sexy these mercenary / dark jedi ships. Boooooo

just have sabine fly and put ahsoka on guns. play to your strengths.

YES SPACE WALK omigod that helmet how does she even get into that

SPACE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALES

guys I JUST made the connection about the convors in Rebels "Trials of the Darksaber." It has bugged me for 6 years. This is s3; ahsoka's not even confirmed alive let alone IN this ep and this ep is about sabine who's not even connected to ahsoka why are there convorees here? omigod it was FORESHADOWING? alternatively filoni just puts random animals in the background sometimes so he can pretend he knows what he's doing still haven't figured out the symbolic significance of the convorees in TCW "Bound for Rescue" helpful reference if you need it

but three eps in and nary a convor in sight? Did they forget???

#ahsoka tano #ahsoka show #convor #sabine wren

[ladyveronikawrites]

3 & 6 in the AO3 q's? 😊

THANK YOU MISS MEGHAN FOR THE ASK💜💜💜💜💜💜 3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits) honestly, im so proud of all of the work I write- I put my heart and soul into everything. But if I had to choose, I am most proud of my Bad Omens x Star Wars crossover: Lost in the Concrete Jungle. I've been working on this story for about a year now. It has taught me so much about myself as a writer and as a person, I learned that I can 'kind of' juggle writing multiple stories at the same time. I've been able to introduce so many Bad Omens fans to the Star wars universe too! I've had my first experience with beta readers while writing this story- and I am so grateful for this community of ours that allows me to share something so niche. Everyday I get to share all of the things I love; Bad Omens, Star wars, and kink. It still baffles me to this day, that one picture of Noah in his half mask and Nicholas with his Kylo Ren lightsaber could lead to where I am now. 6. Favorite title you used

Lost in the Concrete Jungle ✨

#asks answered #writers supporting writers #fic: Lost in the Concrete Jungle #bad omens x star wars #bad omens fanfiction #star wars fanficition #bad omens au #star wars crossover

[third-generation-female-warrior]

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Following up in my niche AU's:

What if... Cal and Omega were crèche mates AND Order 66 never happened?

Manifesting this energy for Jedi: Survivor! I just want to see more of my daughter

Edit: Fun facts below!

Omega is demonstrating the opening stance for Form IV: Ataru, because I believe that she would be very acrobatic in battle and would definitely utilize the force to enhance her movements.

Omega has a yellow-green blade to demonstrate her affinity for the more "Consular" path of a jedi that I believe she would take. Understanding the force, learning about it, as in line with her curious nature.

Omega is wearing the same medical symbol that Kix does, yes. I believe she would be a Jedi healer/medic as well.

Cal still has his first lightsaber, since he would have never lost it if Order 66 never happened.

#jedi fallen order #the bad batch #star wars #cal kestis #omega bad batch #tbb #tbb au #jedi: survivor #jfo cal #star wars cal kestis #jedi fallen order cal #omega fett #bad batch omega #star wars bad batch #bad batch au #tbb omega #acj draws