#onyx the jedi

[toastyrobos]

My Star Wars oc, Onyx on a mission with some members of her fav squad. I love drawing her interacting with them. They are her favorite clones after all.

#megabeeart #star wars #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #i love the bad batch so much #clone force 99 #hunter and crosshair #the bad batch hunter #hunter bad batch #bad batch crosshair #crosshair bad batch #stars wars oc #onyx the jedi #my artwork

[kiwikipedia]

I went “man Arvid’s horns and legs piss me off, I kinda wanna redesign him” and then instead of making my life easier I just gave him a new form really lmao. He still has his long hair and job, though! And now there’s new lore too ~ 

I had originally also done a full back view like before but it started to piss me off so I scrapped it. Just so you know, the moment i figure out how to draw Dex and also actual dragons, its all over for you fuckers (lol).

Basically the usual character intro that’s revised is under the cut! It’s a bit lengthy though.

The usual stand alone full body and the sketches, and the taglist

Arvid Cairn one of the few dragon-like Jedi within the Temple being a Inferno Drakon hailing from Surlogi, a planet that is known for being just as if not more unbearable than Mustafar in terms of lava and flame.

As a member of the Jedi Artisans and the head of the Woodworkers Department, Arvid is often found in either his own personal workshop or the general woodworking shop within the department’s halls.

Born in 67 BBY alongside of his friend and fellow Jedi Master, Jaro Tapal, he was one of the older members of their creche group— later bearing the name of the Abyss Creche, or simply the Abyss Group. Within that group, he also was close to the Iridonian Zabrak, Rita Corrin— who would later take on Miho Fukuhara, or F, as his padawan— and fellow artisan Vincentius Goh, who he would check in on periodically before Vincentius also took on— or was given, more like— a padawan, Ina Bala.

( In the case of the MKxSW AU, Arvid Cairn was also extremely close to both Bi-Han and Hanzo Hisashi, both of which he ended up looking after as they were on the younger end of the creche’s age range. Bi-Han, specifically, tended to try and pick fights with Arvid, while Hanzo often looked to Arvid for a source of warmth.)

Jaro Tapal, however, was Arvid’s closest friend, something that had initially began because of the fact that Arvid was and had always been a more mellow, quieter figure within the more energetic initiates and padawans around them as they grew up. In short, Arvid ended up as a sort of safe heaven for those who needed it (Jaro and Vincentius more often than not).

It is safe to say, however, that in regards to his friend, he does not think all that much of his relationship with their fellow, younger Jedi, Bastra Vargdan— aside from telling the Zabrak that if Jaro annoys him too much (something Jaro takes offense to) to come find him. In fact, it seems as if he does not care at all if someone is in a relationship or not, so long as it doesn’t effect him or his own. Because of his lack of criticism towards those Jedi, they in turn do not look too much at his own relationship with the Diner Owner, Dexter “Dex” Jettster, who he is very happy with. Arvid has a good relationship with all three of Dex’s adopted children— Nim , “D”, and Onyx Bores Jettster— though he doesn’t often have time to go to CoCo Town once the war starts.

Arvid has been noted to be a very quiet and calm individual to most, and while he has been seen to become irritable if bothered for too long, he is slow to anger— but when he does anger, other Jedi have stated that it’s like watching an inferno spark or a volcano explode. A vicious and dangerous sort of thing— and one of the only times he is known to ever raise his voice.

He is also very well known for being a rather exhausted individual, something that is often attributed to the fact that he gets poor sleep. This is due to the fact that he is unable to sleep on his back and sides because of his tail and horns. He states that he also finds sleeping on his stomach or sitting can be uncomfortable the next morning. Arvid has a higher body temperature than the average sentient due to being an Inferno Drakon, as the race is one that has been born from the blood and bones of the first dragon of flame, Alogi. Because of this, he wears loser robes and refuses to wear an outer-cloak because he finds it unbearable to deal with. Most of Arvid’s clothing is custom tailored for his tail, which is rather strong and powerful, and often young children like to hang on it— much to his amusement.

During the summer months on Coruscant, it is not rare to hear that Arvid has vanished from the woodworker’s halls and gone somewhere much cooler for respite despite the department’s halls being rather cold in general to accommodate the number of Jedi in that division who prefer the cooler temperatures and to counter balance Arvid in general.

As a Drakon, his nails are harder and grow into more claw-like points, his teeth are similar in that they’re more pointed and sharp.

While his hands appear to be dyed red, this is not a Drakon trait— it’s because of the amount of wood stain he dunks his hands into. Or, that’s what he says, it is safe to assume that he’s simply tired of being asked if they’re tattooed or not and no longer gives a real answer when asked.

(This is actually a Drakon trait, as that is the color of their true form’s skin, while the scales that grow upon it can appear as any color. Arvid is just tired of explaining.)

Though his joints (knees, ankles) function just the same as a human’s, Arvid’s feet resemble that of his true form’s being more draconic and clawed with four toes in the front and one further back for balance, this back one can rotate and move freely along the heel if needed. They can act as an extra set of ‘hands’ and grab things, though Arvid is not known to do this outside of a fight. Occasionally Arvid will adorn his horns and tail with jewelry, but that is only for special occasions.

He has had one padawan who is also a woodworker and ended up becoming his second in the chain of authority among the woodworkers— Turu. Turu is the one who gifted him the earring he dons on his right ear.

Arvid’s true form is considered small in comparison to the other Drakon of Surlogi, though is incredibly large still. From snout to tail tip, he stretches abut 800 meters, or 2624 feet— though like most Drakon he is more long than tall and lacks wings entirely but is entirely resistant to lava and flame to the point of being absolutely fine with swimming in it in both human and true form.

The coloration of his true form is primarily a coal-black color, though there are red undertones from his skin and there are several markings much like cracks along his body that are red, orange, and golden. His horns in both forms have red coloration at the tips, and the plume of his tail is red, yellow, and orange as well.

Arvid has not revealed his biological sex, though has stated that his true form is physically female, though his humanoid form is male. If this is a case where his physical sex is transient much like several types of Fae is unknown. Either way, Arvid prefers to be referenced under he/him— but also considers arguments on gender and identity to be tiring so he avoids it when necessary.

When asked about his favorite location, he stated that he prefers the back booth in Dex’s Diner.

Bastra Vargdan belongs to @purgetrooperfox , Nim belongs to @spacerocksarethebestrocks​ , All other OCs are mine

Taglist:

@jedifisto​​ @spaceydragons​​ @purgetrooperfox​​ @spacerocksarethebestrocks​ @insanelytomato @maulpunk​ @certified-anakinfucker​ @d3epfriedangels​ @genifer-first-of-her-name​ @thecodyagenda​ @dilf-archivist​ @txtalnyx​ @jawajawas​

#oh boy this is a long one #im gonna release lore on the drakon of surlogi one day i swear #Arvid Cairn (PKWSW) #Onyx Bores (PKWSW) #Bastra Vargdan (Leo) #Nim (Madz) #DexVid (Ship) #Dexter Jettster #D (PKWSW) #Star Wars OCs #Star Wars OC #Penguinkiwi OCs #Penguinkiwi Creates #The Jedi Order #Jedi Artisan #OC x Canon

[cillivnz]

THE OTHER WOMAN [anakin skywalker]

pairing. ANAKIN SKYWALKER x JEDI!READER

trope. unrequited love, ‘the other woman’.

word count. 1.6k

warnings. 18+. f!reader, cursing, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, heavy angst, rough sex, no aftercare, degradation, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, size kink, tummy bulge, creampies, crying, unrequited pining, clit-play, sadism & masochism, emotionally vulnerable reader and unavailable anakin.

a/n. personal experiences inspired this. could possibly be the prologue to a series, depends on reception. single quotes ‘’ indicate telepathic communication. descriptions are not intended to offend, just to depict a state of vulnerability.

“HIT ME!” MOANED THE MASOCHIST, “NO,” SNEERED THE SADIST.

Love’s a silly little thing that’s made Saints do questionable things, so how were you expected to be any different as a Jedi with tainted ethics? Except, the sole purpose of being one— a Jedi, is to be damn near a Saint. Well, you’re near one, now.

With your face buried in his sheets, and his cock buried inside you.

“Ani— fuck,” you sighed in fulfilment.

this was home, homely; beneath him every night after a long day of you awaiting the sight of him in the Temple, and for him, distracting himself by killing all evil and bottling up all thoughts of his lost love.

“How many fucking times have I told you not to call me that?” You flinched at the smack landing on your ass cheek. The hopes of him rubbing the supple flesh to soothe the pain went in vain.

The sole reason for the success of your “relationship” or even why Anakin agreed to your pathetic advances in the first place was because you were symbiotic, yin and yang of a very wicked balance.

HE LIKED INFLICTING PAIN, YOU LIKED BEING INFLICTED UPON.

When Padmé Amidala left the Coruscant for Naboo, abandoning her Ani with a broken heart, you volunteered to pick the pieces.

“ANAKIN, TALK TO ME,” you urged, clutching onto his onyx Jedi robes. His jaw clenched, an eyebrow irking at your audacious hand placement.

“Leave me alone,” he pushed himself away from you, but you were adamant as ever.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Your gut churned out a warning, intituition telling you you’re digging a hole that’s bound to be deeper than the bond you’ve formed with Anakin Skywalker over the decade of knowing him— from Slave to Saviour of the galaxies.

His head whipped towards you, his broad back tensing as he turned threateningly slowly towards you.

“I can,” you were unsure of what you were going to propose— hell, you were unsure of what you were even going to say.

‘I can make you forget her.’

He sneered, you squirmed.

“I’d love to see you try, sweetheart.”

First pet name Anakin Skywalker learned to use, coincidentally, too, for you. He had heard a sleazy man on Tattooine say it to his mother. For the longest time, he had thought of it to be vulgarity, until little Skywalker used it for you in front of Obi-wan and was quick to learn that it expresses endearment, not disdain.

After ten years he calls you ‘sweetheart’, and you knew better than to blush over it, but you were flushed, anyway.

You strip yourself bare; physically and egotistically. You lay yourself bare for your first love to unravel, even if there wasn’t much to remove physically; you were laying your soul bare to him, for him.

Mere virgin, inexperienced and shielded. Jaded just from communicating with two-timers, but so, so willing to bend over backwards and break your back for Anakin Skywalker’s mercurial self and pretty face.

While he sees your naked flesh on display for him, you see the first emotion on Anakin’s face that was not indignation towards you. Desire. He desired you, but the speed at which he masked his emotions proved to you that it wasn’t half of what he felt for her.

“You have no idea what you’re setting yourself up for.” He grabbed your chin with his metallic arm, one you’ve admired for the valour that gave it to him and one you’ve shamelessly fantasised about.

One snap was all it would’ve taken for him to break you in half with that faux robotic limb, but Anakin wouldn’t do that. Not just yet.

“What makes you think you can compare to her?”

“She is the kindest, strongest, most generous and most beautiful woman in the galaxy. What makes you think you can compare?”

What really makes you think you can compare?

You’ve been selfish, cursing the entirety of their relationship, which was as one-sided as your love for him.

You’ve been impatient, reckless and impulsive, and it’s evident in your performance as a Jedi.

You can’t even fulfil your sole purpose because, by Maker, he’s clouded your mind with himself and left little room for rationality.

‘I can try,’ you think, and of course he’d read it. ‘To fill the void.’

‘Let me in, please.’

‘Please let me try.’

“Bend over, ass up, face down.”

That’s how you two started, and how you persist.

He insists on fucking you in the same position, same force and speed of his thrusts, every night.

You know better than to ask for more. Maker’s giving you more than you deserve, isn’t it? Gratitude has been a virtue of yours, so you stick to it.

Even if there are days when he doesn’t show up to your room, knock curtly thrice before barging in to find you stripped and on your knees for him, you still love him.

He’s forgiven, he’ll always be.

You take those days to forget him, to jump down the Tower instead of climbing further up the spiralling stairs of a love doomed before it blossomed.

Anakin Skywalker only brings despair with him, a fact even the Order knows now.

“An-ah!—Anakin, slow down!” You squealed, his thrusts never faltering.

He was taking out his frustration for the Maces of the Order onto you.

“Shut up and take it,” he grunted, going faster.

You were crying, a mere mess in his bed.

The tip of his cock was assaulting your g-spot, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

You felt him there, too, snaking a hand down to your tummy to feel the bulge of him going in and out of your tight channel.

He rubbed your clit vigorously; the swollen bundle of nerves had been begging for his attention, which, his balls slapping against it was sufficing, but the extra heed paid had you writhing in overstimulation.

You were sobbing, softly, but loud enough for him to hear over the sound of skin-on-skin slapping and his own haggard breath.

He pulled out, making you clench around just his tip. It was like your body was trying to keep him in.

“Can’t have me stay and can’t have me go,” he said under his breath. He spread your cunt with his hands, watching your abused hole leak your juices.

He eyed you for several moments, making you self-conscious as jolt away from him. He only spreads you further apart to spit into your hole.

Your body jerked away from him, but his metallic fingers were faster in being shoved inside of you.

The cold metal felt like ice to your hot insides, the juxtaposition of a sensation sending a shiver down your arched spine.

“Oh, you like this?” His human hand cupped your mound. “Is cock too much for your little pussy to handle?” He mocked, but you sensed a tinge of amusement underlying his tone.

“You have one purpose, and you fail to meet it.” He pulled out his fingers, causing your head to snap back to look at him.

You see him seated on the bed, leisurely stroking his cock as if he has all the time in the world, no necessity for release while you ached to come undone.

‘I’ve given you more than she has.’

Anakin’s cock may be the biggest in this galaxy, but your pride’s bigger in every other.

His jaw clenched, but his cock twitched.

With one swift leap, he was on top of you— the predator atop his prey— pounced and ready to penetrate— eat you alive.

“Not a word out of you, y’hear?”

“Not. One. Word.”

He aligned the tip of his member with your tight entrance and forced his way in, fucking you dumb with merciless thrusts, just the way you wanted.

You were drooling, panting, screaming, moaning, crying, all while Anakin drove his hips into yours wordlessly.

The silence was eerie and scary, not even a grunt was sounded, and how you yearned to hear his groans of pleasure, knowing they were for you.

He then moaned, once again reading your mind with that impeccable bond of Force that Maker’s aligned your souls with, but your heart nearly dropped to your cunt when he said,

“Padmé, fuck.”

You clenched out of instinct, spinal cord taking over all senses while your brain was too weak, too fucked to react.

A normal person with self-respect would ask him to get the fuck out and never, ever come see you again, but you had ego, not the former, and the difference between the two is what’s allowing you to let him finish and go, like every other night, like a part of you would normalise this foreplay as long as you feel his touch— feel wanted by him.

When his seed tainted your walls once more, you sighed in relief. You couldn’t bear to look at him with tearful eyes.

You hear him shuffle into his robes, then silence, yet his presence was still felt.

You hear the doorknob twist, so you turn around to lie on your back, not expecting a lurking Anakin lingering by the doorframe. You peer at him through wet lashes, doe-eyes reduced to slits while you reciprocated the venom exuding out of Anakin for the first time towards him, clenching your jaw. Your chest huffed with forced respiration, drawing Anakin’s attention to your breasts.

It was then he used the force not to hear the string of curses flowing through your mind for him, but to talk to you, for the first time.

And for the first time he ever said,

‘If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t come to you.’

“Like” isn’t “love”,

But it is something—

‘—But you mean nothing to me, so your love is useless.’

‘And I won’t always be around as the other woman,’ you were going to go berserk.

But which one of you was lying, sneering sadist or moaning masochist?

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[strawberrystepmom]

THE BALLAD OF LOVE AND HATE - PART I

jedi padawan!geto suguru x princess!f reader. part of the jjk star wars au. wc 2.1k. divider thanks to @/saradika!

PT. II

The one thing they never taught you during your lessons growing up is how dull the life of a Princess can become. 

You attend meetings alongside your father, all glistening teeth and foamy gowns hoping to woo the senators into standing by your side should conflict ever occur. They don’t include you in their conversations but you always sit on the fringes of where they do, eyes averted elsewhere hoping they won’t catch on. It has always suited you to remember that not all delegates from their respective planets view women in politics as kindly as your father does, demurring away from questions about your future posed by those who may find it distasteful for you to admit your ambitions to become senator someday. 

So you sit. Elbow resting on the table in front of you, the smooth cool marble grounding to your wandering mind, chin in your palm. Boredom begins to creep into the edges of your mind as you swing your feet beneath the table but you turn upon hearing your name from behind.

Approaching, your father. In tow? The most handsome man you’ve ever seen draped in gray robes.

Dark hair tied back in a tidy half bun off of his face is the first thing you notice, shining like an onyx figurine that sits on your dresser, a gift from the home planet of one of your closest allies. His eyes are sharp, astute, and his nose is elegant in a way you aren’t sure you’ve seen before. Your breath sticks in your throat and you try to make sense of your surroundings, adjusting your posture and smoothing down the skirt of your dress as you stand to greet them.

You wonder if he isn’t a figment of your imagination. A young man sprung into life thanks to the romantic fantasies you’re only allowed to entertain as you listen to your handmaidens speak of their dalliances after you’ve been tucked safely into your bed and left to dream. They kiss, they hug, they feel fingers across places on their body you can only imagine being touched in. 

You smile kindly but you seethe with jealousy beneath the surface upon hearing about these situations, dozing off beneath your soft covers with a scowl.

As someone would, you tend to dream of love. The kind that soothes the loneliness that comes with being perceived as unapproachable. People bow to you but never look you in the eye, a fact that makes you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Posture slumping, undoing the work you just put in to appear regal, you look less a princess and potential future senator and more the child recently turned woman that you are. 

“My dear,” your father’s disapproving voice drags you from the recesses of your mind and you are dropped cruelly back into a reality where a dark haired dream stands in front of you, padawan braid cascading down his shoulder. Your heart stops at the sight. It doesn’t matter how handsome you find him, that braid means one thing and one thing only.

Off limits, you remind yourself so many times in a second it becomes a swarm inside of your head. Off limits. Off limits. Off limits. 

Bowing, you put on your best smile and give the young Jedi your name. He smiles back, warmth emanating from the look and you wish you had never seen it. You wish he’d avert his gaze like everyone else does but amber eyes meet your own, locked in place.

“I’m Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.”

Nervously, you extend your hand in his direction and he takes it with a bow. Chivalrous as you’d expect a man of his station to be, it gives you chills when he stands back up to his full height, much taller than you are. Breath catches again but you keep the awareness of being watched by a room full of party goers prickling at your senses to keep yourself somewhat calm.

“The pleasure is mine,” you return kindly while dropping your hand back at your side when his fingers release their hold on it. The rest of the room falls away, your focus locked on him as you wonder how this could happen to you. 

“I’ll let the two of you speak.”

Suddenly, your nerves flare and you struggle to find the words to even appear diplomatic in his presence. 

It’s not that you haven’t been around young men before - dozens of them are your contemporaries and you socialize with them regularly - but you’ve never been around someone who has made you feel like this before. Sweat slicked palms with a dry mouth, thoughts racing and stomach turning. Before you can think about it too deeply, he offers relief by starting the conversation himself.

“Lively bunch tonight, isn’t it?”

You laugh, looking around the room to see the stoic faces of many grumpy old men all too pleased to sit around and complain while swilling the sweet wine made from berries your planet is known for. They’ll drink their fill, discuss their politics, and be gone in the morning. It has been the same all your life, since you were only knee high to your father and looking up at the faces of the delegates that now use canes to get around the grand banquet hall.

“Livelier now that you’re here.” Your remark is honest, noticing the guests casting their eyes in the direction of the two of you and muttering amongst themselves. “It’s rare we are visited by Jedi unless something bad is happening.”

He chuckles and you want to sigh at the sound. It’s velvety, deep. Rich like the cake you had on your recently celebrated birthday that welcomed you into adulthood and you wonder if it would be greedy of you to make him laugh more just to commit the sound to memory.

“Master Yaga was invited tonight and allowed me to accompany him. He said it would be good to get to know the people we work closest with.”

Smiling, you nod. You know Master Yaga very well, someone who has been your protector on more than one trip you’ve taken alongside your family or on your own outreach missions, and you cannot be happier for Suguru that he is being taught by a man you consider one of the best you’ve ever met. Kind without trying too hard, brave without seeming arrogant - he’s the perfect Master for the young man at your side and it fills your gut with butterflies to imagine him growing into a man similar to his mentor.

“He’s right. We tend to like you more if we have the chance to know you first,” you joke and he laughs again. Internally, you pat yourself on the back for entertaining him although you know it’s unbecoming and the delegates are certainly going to whisper.

The two of you have started to walk through the hall and toward the open balcony doors, taking small unhurried steps toward your destination to ensure that the conversation is not interrupted. You take a cursory glance around the crowd and spot Master Yaga standing in the opposite corner but he does not glance back, focused on the enthusiastic conversation between himself and the delegate from Coruscant. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

The young man considers your question for a moment before nodding, hands resting on either side of his belt with his thumbs hooked in the loops. He seems so casual and it makes you feel more anxious, eagerly darting your eyes around the room to look at anything but him.

“I am, the hosts have been gracious and wonderful.”

The hosts being yourself and your father, of course. Your cheeks heat at the compliment and you welcome the cool evening breeze over your warm face as the two of you finally cross the threshold between inside and out. Thinking back, you imagine all of the times prior you’ve stood on this very balcony and looked out over the city below you. You’re familiar with every corner and alley yet you feel as though you have never experienced any of it at all. 

Choosing to sit rather than stand, you settle on a stone bench and he follows suit, sitting beside you. The two of you do not touch but you still feel electric, being this close to a man you just met sending your head spinning. The silence isn’t awkward but you can tell he’s beginning to feel uncomfortable, perhaps being this close and alone with a young woman, so he speaks.

“It’s very late, Princess. I’m surprised they let you party into the dawn with the rest of them.”

Laughing, you shake your head and realize that you do feel a bit tired. You’ve been at this for hours, listening and waiting and watching and perhaps it is past your usual bedtime. Despite being an adult, your schedule remains structured in case you’re needed to tend to your regular duties and you’re surprised that your attendant has not come to find you yet to usher you away. 

You’re glad she hasn’t, looking to your left to admire Suguru’s profile. If she had you would have missed this, the way the stars shine behind him and the gentle dark of the night makes you feel as if everyone else has fully disappeared. 

“I suppose I’m a little worn,” you mumble. Head feeling heavier than it did just a minute ago, you blink slowly to try and encourage yourself to wake up, hoping you can will a cool breeze to blow once again and revive you but it doesn’t. You just feel comfortable and safe and before you know it, your eyes start to shut and you struggle to open them back up, your neck relaxing as your head leans to your left.

As you fall asleep, your cheek resting gently on his shoulder and your lips puffed out in a sweet pout, he looks over your face, he knows in his gut that it’s trouble. The two of you shouldn’t even be this close but he has a responsibility, given orders by your father to keep you out of trouble tonight and who is he to deny a sleepy princess a comfortable place to rest her head?

Looking down, his eyes dance over your face. You look like a delicate doll, something he knows is intentional to keep you non threatening, but your spirit shines so brightly it almost makes your eyes sparkle when they’re open. 

Off limits, Suguru’s thoughts echo your own and he looks away from you, lifting his face and searching the party for your guards and father to escort you home.

He feels it too, the gravitational pull, but this was not meant for the two of you and something like this is only bound to end in heartache for both of you.

Anxiously, he looks around and spots a worried looking young woman who appears to be a little younger than you approaching, rubbing her hands against the fabric of her skirt that looks identical to the one you’re wearing. You must be with her, he reasons quickly and he offers a smile in return.

“I think she had a little too much fun,” he jokes and the young woman laughs, reaching out to gently place her hand on your shoulder and shake you. Your lashes flutter open and you squint to get used to your surroundings, jumping slightly as you look up and see dark eyes staring back down at you. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head, the same smile he has cast in your direction all night across his lips.

“Nothing to apologize for but promise me you’ll let her take you to bed.”

Giggling, feeling awkward and uncertain of what else to do, you nod in agreement. Your advisor reaches her hand out and helps you up and you fight the urge to whine at the loss of the warmth of Suguru’s body against your shoulder. He remains seated, frozen in place as he watches you rise, and you cast a glance over your shoulder as you’re hurried away. Your lashes flutter as you blink, still groggy, but you smile so warmly it’s all he can look at.

“I hope we see each other again soon, Suguru.”

He bows his head, clasping his hands together in his lap.

“I hope the same, Princess.”

Off limits, he reminds himself one final time as he watches you work your way back into the throng of people standing in the banquet room. Despite his kind words he hopes he does not see you again. 

If he does, he knows you’ll become the one thing a Jedi is not to have - an attachment.

#kendall writes #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk star wars au #it takes a galaxy collab

[hannibalzero]

Obi-Wan watching Anakin work on his droid projects with grease smeared all over his arms, which makes Obi-Wan look at Anakin's arms and then Anakin's hands.........

Anakin’s hands were handsome, large and strong. Ten fingers too, a rare sight in the Galaxy. Only four humanoid species had ten fingers.

Even though Anakin lose an arm, his durasteel hand. A ugly practical prosthetic at first, slowly became a work of fine art and engineering. The steel shined as beautifully as onyx with inlays of gold.

Very Anakin.

Obi-Wan might enjoy protocol droids more if they were as well crafted and perfected as Anakin’s arm. 

Anakin’s hands were deep in some rare droid that he found who knows where. The droid had oil of some type in it. The dark crude oil had a strange effect, it almost brought attention to the clean parts of Anakin’s hands and arms more.

Blinking in surprise, when did Anakin’s hands start to look so elegant and confident? Not clumsy but skilled chubby hands? When did Anakin’s once string like arms become large and strong?

“Master?” Anakin called out looking up from his work. “You okay?” He questioned.

Catching himself from jumping in surprise, Obi-wan took a good breath. “Yes, just fine. Simply was caught up watching you work. It never ceases to amaze.” Obi-wan walked over with the chilled tea that Anakin enjoyed when he was tinkering. “Just wanted to let you know I am home, did you enjoy your day?”

Anakin gave a nod. “Yeah I did, but the apartment is too quiet without you and Snipps around.” He gave a grin. “Thanks for the tea.” He took a long drink from the glass.

Obi-wan nodded his head. “Your welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed you’re leisure tine” turning to leave, Anakin playful as ever. Reached over to place a big oil hand print on Obi-wan’s robe right where his ass was. without alerting the Jedi master.

Not everyday Anakin could mark what was his!

A few minutes later…

“ANAKIN SKYWALKER.”

Leaning back into his chair, Anakin smirked.

Well…he lived a good life.

#star wars #obikin #my writing #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #fanfic #asks #answered #answered asks

[fushiglow]

sooooo @thisisallaikiss posted some star wars au art that altered my brain chemistry over on twitter and this was the result... so... i think i'm writing a star wars au now 💫

people underestimated the force (lol) of my star wars nerdery but they STILL BULLIED ME INTO THIS so please blame them if i'm slow to update my idol au now 😃 enjoy the wip!!

i'm running away now 🏃

Darkness clung to the man like a great shadow, rolling off the Force user in noxious waves that were almost stifling. He was strong — by far the strongest darksider Megumi had ever encountered. His presence alone felt like despair and the young Padawan thought he would have drowned in it, if not for the light pouring off the Jedi Master at his side. Master Gojō was always a beacon in the Force, but he burned impossibly brighter then, cutting through the shadow that surrounded them like a warm knife through Bantha butter. When those tendrils of hopelessness brushed up against his consciousness, Megumi felt the need to meditate — to cling to the light with everything he was — but Master Gojō was seemingly impervious to the affliction that ailed his Padawan. There were rumours of darkness in Master Gojō. There were rumours that he was sentimental in a way that was dangerous for a Force user of his stature. There were rumours that some members of the Jedi Council considered him a threat to the Order. Looking at his Master then, Megumi thought they were simply afraid of him, because the man was ablaze with light. Not for the first time, the Padawan wondered why Gojō Satoru had chosen Megumi as his apprentice. The Jedi was simply radiant — so radiant that the dark couldn’t even get close to him; bright and brilliant like the grin on his lips. It didn’t stop Megumi’s heart from sinking— —because why the kriff was Master Gojō grinning? ‘Well, well, well!’ came the Jedi Master’s voice, as if in answer. ‘Would you look what the Lesser Lantillian spat out!’ The man’s shoulders tensed a little, but rather than seeming petrified by the prospect of facing down the greatest Jedi in galactic history, he simply looked pained by the pitch and volume of Master Gojō’s voice. Against all the odds, Megumi found he could relate to the guy. The darksider inclined his head in their direction, more a jerk than a nod, and some of the silky black hair that wasn’t secured in a knot at the crown of his head fell forward over his broad shoulders. It was somewhat mesmerising to watch, the way those onyx locks danced around his features like the shadows that danced at his back. Glancing at the shock of stark white hair atop his Master’s head, Megumi almost laughed — would have laughed if his vocal cords weren’t seized with fear. It was just that the pair of them made for such emphatic embodiments of their respective polarities in the Force that it was actually comical. It seemed unimaginative, somehow. ’Master Gojō,’ the man said stiffly. Unlike Megumi, his Master had no trouble summoning a laugh — a loud, grating thing that bounced off the temple walls. It was unbecoming on a Jedi and, though he should have been used to it, Megumi found himself wincing in synchronisation with the darksider standing before them. ‘Master Gojō now, is it?’ At the Jedi Master’s taunt, the man’s eyes flickered across to Megumi. The Padawan froze under the malevolent weight of that gaze, but he saw no violent red staining those golden irises. Not a Sith then. Huh. ‘Well then, Lord Getō.’ Master Gojō dragged out the sounds, sarcasm dripping from every single syllable. ‘Why don’t you hand over the holocron so we can all go on our merry way?’

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo satoru #geto suguru #fushiguro megumi #stsg #sugusato #sgst #star wars #wip #my writing #fushiglow

[bloodgulchblog]

Not to beat an already skeletonized horse, but I was remembering my time reading grasslands, which was quite while ago, and the most important thing I recall about it was just the disconnect between the author and I above Halsey. Like the one thing that has stuck with me since it, is just how much the book wants you to hate on Halsey, and I just felt so off about it, especially since I don’t think any of the prior books really hate on her as much( though I could be misremembering).

You understand.

I was deeply frustrated by Kilo Five's take on multiple characters (I'm looking at you, how Glasslands treats Lucy like she was 12 instead of 20) but Halsey is by far the worst.

Previous entries that mention her in any major way were all written by Eric Nylund, who was the one who got to establish the character. He also was the one who wrote Halsey's diary, which was an extra with the collector's edition of Halo Reach. He pretty consistently wrote her as a flawed character with understandable motives who had always had doubts about what she was doing, and especially in the material set in 2552 she thoroughly regretted her role in the Spartan program. Ghosts of Onyx has some stuff with her pretty much thinking that if this is it for humanity and if the Covenant has found Earth, the only thing she can really do that matters anymore is try to protect the Spartans because she didn't protect them before.

Kilo Five revises her character to be a cold self-serving narcissist with eugenics motives, and this has pretty much carried forward. I don't know what percentage of this was mandated to that author by the newly-formed 343 vs how much she made up on her own (people who observed her in both Star Wars and Halo spaces think she was pretty much importing some of her favorite talking points about Jedi(???) into Halo) but it unfortunately seems to have stuck.

#asks

[knightprincess]

Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Part 4

Warning: Mentions of anxiety, self-doubt, and references to borderline torture and injuries (Clone Force 99). Words: 2.6k Pronouns Used: She/Her - Use of Y/N.

The sterile halls of Tipoca City did little to comfort (Y/N). A foreboding sense of dread attacked her when she stepped off her shuttle. At first, she'd brushed it off, reminded herself she was a Jedi Knight, sent there for a reason. Still, despite her best efforts, the anxious feelings only seemed to grow the more she walked the tangled halls of the city. The bright white lights, lack of color besides black and white, and the constant echoing of footsteps only seemed to remind them of the past events she wished to forget, erase from her mind completely.

Shaak Ti, the mother of clones, noticed something was off immediately. With little hesitation, she identified the problem, choosing to offer both comfort and distraction in the form of a tour of the facility and speaking of the cadets set to be part of the enhanced commando unit. Together, they walked across the bridges through the nearly empty mess hall and the large lab holding all the tubies as they grew. Their final stop was a training facility that had been locked and sealed off to others. 

"I made all the preparations for your return," announced Shaak Ti, briefly glancing at her datapad. The smallest of grins flashed across her lips the second she looked at the device, although it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "The cadets are waiting for you in their barracks," she added before handing the datapad over. The motherly Jedi Master placed a comforting hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder before leaving. Allowing the Dathomirian time to think before committing to her next step. 

"Clone Force 99," voiced (Y/N), her voice echoing around the small control room. Her attention briefly turned to the expansive training facility before blinking a few times and scanning the large area. She could have sworn she had seen something moving between the gun towers, a shadow wisping past. However, the moment she allowed herself to focus and silence the intruding thoughts of the past, she was met with emptiness and the sound of the constant rain pelting the sloped roofs of the city structures. 

Quietly (Y/N) left the training facility, regretting it the minute the blind white walls and shiny onyx tiles assaulted her eyes. Once again, she recalled the memories of the past. The hurt that still lingered in the back of her mind, the hurt that never truly healed, instead forming the mental scars that haunted her. The same scars she tried so hard to hide from others, if only so another wouldn't exploit the hidden pain. 

As she walked down the sterile halls, (Y/N) began to think, allowing her mind to wander, even when she acted like she was reading the profiles of the cadets she was charged with training—the profiles of the Commandos already out in the field, or at least what was left of them after the first Battle of Geonosis. Despite her best efforts to push away the fear, it only seemed to grow in power, even more so when she felt so out of place.

She was a Dathomirian with no home among her people, a Jedi outcasted by so many, a knight without a Padawan, a general without a legion. Once again, she began to doubt herself, her abilities, and her worth to those around her. She began questioning who she was, if not a magnet for pain and the princess of the galactic underworld. The war raging across the galaxy almost seemed ironic to her, a physical manifestation of the war she was so often battling with herself, only with real consequences and lives at risk. 

"They don't have names," whispered (Y/N) with sadness upon reading the files of the four cadets properly. Only identification numbers were given, 9901 to 9904. They had no individual name personal to them or a name to call their own, as the commandos did—the same commandoes who fought in the cruelest battles across the galaxy. More sadness seemed to shimmer in her eyes; Shaaki Ti had personally made the files; she had done so with so much care but hadn't given the four names. Was (Y/N) expected to do that? Couldn't they choose their own names, as regular troopers like Fives, Rex, and Cutup had done in the past like Commander Wolffe had done long before stepping foot on the grueling battlefields? 

As soon as she stepped foot into her quarters, an exhausted sigh escaped her. The bright lights only seemed to aggravate the head injury she suffered during her long fall. The constant rain seemed to play havoc with the broken bones she was slowly healing from, the effect often throwing jabbing shots of pain. Almost as if the constant suffering wanted to remind her it still remained, to force away the sprinkle of peace when she was lucky enough to grasp it. Returning her attention to the datapad, she glanced at the thick wall decorated with a single line of onyx tiles to her immediate left; on the opposite side of it were the barracks of the cadets she was there to train or complete the training. 

Just seconds later, she returned her attention to the handheld device, reading over the training each had already received. The regular squad training was listed every other day from noon to late at night. (Y/N) took note that the Kaminoans seemed to be far harsher with the four cadets than others. In addition to squad training, they had individual training and tests that could be classed as inhumane for three of them. 

With little thought, (Y/N) began to type out a list of things that would be changing now that she was in command of the four cadets. The first of which was to find a name that suited each, allowing them to be more individuals and carve out their own paths. Another way to find out what the purpose of the barbaric tests each was put through was, as well, to find and interrogate the bounty hunter previously charged with CT-9903's training. 

(Y/N) didn't need to be a Jedi to see these boys were special. They were created to be different. It hadn't been an accident when Nala Se had made them physically different from regular clones when she singled out their abilities and neutered them in her lab. Yet their treatment went far beyond being products. The bounty hunters seemed to hate their existence, as other Kaminoans seemed to see them as imperfect and far less human than others. The four were different; perhaps the force and Shaaki Ti had a reason for bringing them together. 

With another sigh, (Y/N) left her quarters, making the short journey to the barracks next door, where the four unique cadets awaited her arrival. With every step, a feeling foreign to her bubbled within her and encircled her heart: hope. Hope that (Y/N) didn't understand, but seemed to light a fire she hadn't had since she was a child. She found herself with the need to hold on to it, to fan the sparks until they ignited into the uncontrollable fire she was once so proud to process, the fire that her father had neutered. 

When the door to the barracks slid open, (Y/N) couldn't help but grin. The blinding white had long since been painted over with grey; the lights dimmed, and even the bleach smell had been erased. The cadets didn't notice her at first. CT-9901 seemed to be reading something, comfortable in his bunk, with his feet thrown over the footlocker to the side. 9902 was content fiddling with the many things scattered across the large table in the center of the room, while 9904 was spread out across the long sofas near the window that spanned the entirety of the back wall—offering a view of the landing pads and other domed city structures. 

CT-9903, on the other hand, was nowhere in sight. Just as the concern began to bubble, the larger cadet waltzed through the door, almost knocking her off her feet. His smile faltered ever so slightly as he reached out to grab her before she tumbled. The moment he realized she was an intruder, the smile disappeared completely, just as the remaining three forgot what they were doing to focus their attention on the commotion and (Y/N). 

"Please don't let me bother you," she started (Y/N), struggling to find her words. The anxiety she felt was different from what she was used to. It was clear to her: They knew who she was, and the recognition sparkling in their golden eyes told her as much. "I wish to get to know you, both as individuals and as a unit," she added, seeing the confusion appear, even more so when she spoke to them as if they were actual living beings rather than products that could be tossed about without care. Only Shaak Ti seemed to have shown them any care or affection, or at least (Y/N) thought she did. 

"You're earlier than we expected, General," spoke CT-9902 from the center of the room. Taking note when (Y/N) didn't immediately reprimand his brother for not being present when she arrived or any of them for not greeting her as their commanding officer. Instead, she spoke with care, her movements and actions nervous as she seemed unsure of herself, plagued even by something no one else could see. 

With a sudden burst of confidence, (Y/N) motioned for them to gather around the large table. She wanted to know them so that they could see her as more than just their commanding Jedi; she wanted to be seen as a friend. Someone they could trust and rely on when they needed something. Carefully, she examined each, noticing the scars adorning CT-9903's head and the cybernetic eye, something that made her question what torment he'd already been put through. She took notice when 9902 squinted as if he couldn't quite see properly. How protective both 9901 and 9904 were, as if they expected her attitude to change and she'd act cruelly after casting judgment upon them. 

"I noticed neither of you have names of your own. Is there anything you want to be called outside your numbers?" asked (Y/N), removing her lightsabers and placing them on the table before her as if surrendering to them. Almost instantly, the stiffness in their shoulders and back seemed to melt a little, surprise painted on their features, as it became evident they hadn't expected someone to show them kindness or even care what they wanted or desired. 

"We..." started CT-9901, stopping momentarily to try to find the right words to express his thoughts. "We never gave it any thought. The bounty hunters never seemed to care," he added, finding his honesty wasn't met with punishment as it had been before but with understanding and shimmers of sadness. 

"It seems we've found our first task," politely responded (Y/N), once again noticing 9902 squinting. This time, however, she apparently wasn't as subtle as she had been before. 

"His sight hasn't been right for a while," started 9904, gently turning 9902 to face the right directly, guiding him with care. "We don't know if it was the tests the Kaminoans put him through or the punishment he suffered from failing training months ago," he admitted, giving into the little voice telling him he could trust the Jedi Knight. She, too, was different. 

"I'll look into getting something to help," commented (Y/N), already suspecting there would be few glasses or goggles lying around the facility. "Wait ... CT-9903, it said you were training as the demolition expert," she stated, finding herself with hope bestowing each with an individual name to replace the numbers would be easier than expected. She wanted them to feel comfortable with the names given rather than feeling as if it was another burden they would have to bear. "Wrecker." 

"Me," called the much taller cadet, shying away as if unsure how to react or even how to word the excitement bubbling up inside. Nerves began to take over when (Y/N) nodded, and his brother's attention reverted to him. It was as if they wanted to hear his thoughts on the possible name while also trying to think of possible ideas for themselves. "I LIKE IT!" yelled Wrecker, his words louder than intended, although (Y/N) soon realized why, despite her concern for their overall health, she beamed nonetheless. 

"Mistress Shaaki Ti mentioned you are Dathomirian," voiced 9902, his features lighting up as a child's would on Life Day morning. "May I request a name native to Dathomir?" questioned the intelligent clone, confidence ringing through his voice. "If I may ask, what do we call you?" he added with little thought. Although it was drilled into all troopers, they had to refer to their commanding Jedi by Sir, General, or Commander; it was becoming increasingly obvious the normal would not apply to the Knight before them. 

"My name, (Y/N)," she replied. "Or, if you wish, you can follow in Commander Wolffe's footsteps and come up with something you are comfortable with." (Y/N) added, finally allowing herself to accept the commander's sudden change in attitude. He'd gone from calling her Night Sister with so much spite and hatred to referring to her by Cat'ra with what could be described as uneasy sincerity. "I will think of Dathomirian names for you, but your input would be greatly appreciated or valued." 

"Do we still have to attend our normal individual tests and training?" asked 9901, uncertainty and fear evident in his voice as he rushed to push the words past his lips. Shortly thereafter, he reached to play with his growing hair, flicking the bangs from his face before scooping it all behind his ears. 

"No" replied (Y/N), recalling Shaak Ti, informing her the tests and individual training had been put on hold for now. At least until she, as their commanding Jedi, assessed and made the necessary changes. "Until I have gone over everything, only unit training. Although 9902 will retain his access to the firing range," she added, seeing relief wash over their features; no more tests for the foreseeable future. "Shaak Ti made a note about you going to the range when stressed." 

"What do we do when we are not training?" asked 9904, as if the idea of downtime was foreign to him—to all of them. 

"Think of names for yourselves, personalizing your barracks, begin thinking of strategic plans and communication methods," listed (Y/N), wishing to prepare them for what was to come and to fan the flames of individuality each had. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, it's chow time. Get something to eat, then meet me in my quarters. We'll get started on the armor and names," she added, sending the four on their way, being sure to help guide 9902 when he reached his hands out and carefully kicked around him to find the stairs. 

Once she was sure the four could find their way to the mess hall in one piece, (Y/N) retrieved her datapad. Adding tasks for herself to complete. Little things to help the four cadets. Find something for 9901 to tie his hair back, build goggles to help improve 9902's vision, and help them personalize their area and bunks. 

"Sky-guy, I love you sometimes," whispered (Y/N), finding the small kit of tools he'd long since hidden among her things. As she grabbed hold of them, she remembered some of her memories of times gone by, like when she and Anakin trained together, how she'd help with his dueling, and in return, he taught her to build things. Plo and Obi-wan encouraged their friendship, occasionally planning training sessions together to help the blossoming friendship bloom further. 

"Techinium," (Y/N) called out, thinking of the rare metal only found on Dathomir. It was a silvery/grey metal that was just as durable as Beskar and heat resistant. It was a rare versatile metal that could be used for almost anything, from weaponry to armor, ships to decorative items. She carried some with her everywhere she went, as the metal had been incorporated into her lightsaber hilts and the bracelet she wore as a reminder of where she'd come from. 

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[sleepyowlwrites]

find the word tag CCCLXXXXV

I do have other tags in my hoard but I'd have to crack open another scrivener doc to do them and. I don't wanna.

a broach with onyx stones from @author-a-holmes

wet (spectator, spectacle, 2020)

I just want to play with you. can you take out your insides and hang them up like curtains? I’m afraid they got all wet in the rain.

cold (ff: jedi: kivarin v.2)

He looks down at the [cup] and picks it up wordlessly, placing it on the table before draping the blanket over you. "I know space is always cold, especially after a desert." His hand smooths out the fabric and pauses. Cal frowns, then brings the hand up to rest on your forehead. It feels amazing.

grey (ff: jedi: kivarin v.2)

The first drops land on you and you're frozen in place. Even when the sky goes from grey to white to grey again, and when the earth splits beneath your feet with the following clap, you stay still. You only know you're breathing because of how hard your heart is pounding. The rain falls steadily in small droplets, taking its time soaking the ground, and you. The ship is just behind you. Shelter is just behind you.

And someone is approaching you.

But you can't move.

broken (but I was a saint you couldn't own, 2021)

you were a warpath, you and your endless screams; a tightening of broken fingers on a cut that will always bleed a yesterday of sorrows too unsightly for tomorrow’s reprieve a message for another to cherish while pining for a moment’s heat

tired (ff: jedi: kivarin v.2)

"Felt a disturbance in the Force, huh?"

He looks at you with half his mouth in a smile. "That's a very Jedi thing to say."

You shrug, which shifts your body to slump against him, which you don't prefer to be doing, but again, he's warm, and you're tired and in less control of your body than normal. And Cal feels safe, like no one has before.

"I used to hang around them, remember." You mumble it into his shirt, stretching your neck a little to ease the pain.

I'm so out of practice I forgot to include words in those tags I did before WHOOPS

clue, kind, forget, above. BONUS: retaliate, defend. @ink-fireplace-coffee @akindofmagictoo @mjjune OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag

[negative-speedforce]

Did you have any alternate names for your OCs before you decided on what their final, official name would be? Which OC has gone through the most changes from when you first thought them up?

Siv started out as THE Mary Sue OC when I first developed them in 7th grade. Her original name was Onyx Mariposa Wells and she was a speedster Jedi demigod. It was... Interesting, to say the least. Out of all my OCs, she's probably undergone the most changes.

Here's an old Picrew I have saved from back then and then her current design, I say it's a major glow up.

Hailey's name was originally Tauriel Lokidottir, and she was a Marvel OC from a different fic. She was the daughter of Loki and she was the goddess of redemption. She was also OP as fuck, which she still kinda is, but it's because she's dead, not because she's a literal goddess.

Cassandra was originally a Marvel OC, and she was Nick Fury's adopted daughter and the bastard sister of T'Challa. Needless to say that got adapted out.

I kinda just made OC soup with all the characters and adapted them to fit my personal canon and that's that, I guess. Most of my other OCs are too new to have had major name/story changes.

#most of these OCs ive had for like 5+ years #ask revan #oc shit #siv thawne #hailey laurence #cassandra stevens

[uhhhyaenbyjade]

Star Wars OC

Here is my Star Wars OC y’all; Jade Onyx! She is a near-human female Gray Jedi! Because no, I cannot help myself from doing all the tropes. Okay? Leave me alone. Also, I added her lightsaber! Constructed with ancient artifacts discovered in the Unknown Regions! Her backstory is under the cut!

Also yes I know the boots aren’t practical. I don’t really care though, since robes are not a good idea for sword fights, and there’s bigger issues in Star Wars that we could be worrying about, like the broken physics of lightsabers and the Force itself 🤣 also i am completely unable to draw different OCs without fishnets and collars/chokers, and I don’t know why I can never do it, lmao

Originally a force sensitive near-human child who was unknown to the Jedi Order, Jade was therefore untargeted during the massacres of Order 66. Living on Coruscant as a merchant, Jade was eventually discovered in 20 BBY, and taken into the custody of the Inquisitors. Out of fear, Jade complied with their demands and answered questions about her past and heritage, and as a reward experiences a marginally smaller amount of torture compared to most prisoners. After months of interrogation, the Inquisitors then tormented her into becoming an Inquisitor.

Becoming the Thirteenth Sister, Jade was constantly competing with the other Inquisitors, most notably the Second Sister; Trilla. However, despite this rivalry, they quickly became fond of each other, and eventually they formed a physical relationship to help alleviate the pain and stress of their lives. When this was discovered by the Grand Inquisitor, both Jade and Trilla were severely punished. Afterwards, Jade decided to commit to leaving the Inquisitorius, and attempted to convince Trilla to leave with her after one last secret night. Failing to do so, Jade escaped Nur by herself, and went deep into the Unknown Regions.

Eventually, Jade landed on an unidentified planet, and discovered ancient ruins of the Zeffo race, who had fled the Known Regions after their culture had collapsed due to their own dogma after they fell to Dark Side. With her powerful yet untrained Force abilities, Jade was thrown into many visions of the remnants of the Zeffo race, and even had brief communications with the last Zeffo Sage, Iefra, and Jade was able to break the hold the Dark Side had on her, and embraced the Light Side of the Force. However, still feeling the pull of the Dark, Jade learned to balance herself as she traveled the Unknown Regions, becoming a Balanced Force User in the process by using both Light and Dark powers.

After losing her Inquisitor Lightsaber during a fight on Jedha, Jade then decided to head for Ilum to obtain a new Kyber Crystal to make her own Lightsaber. There, she met Cal Kestis after his Master’s lightsaber was destroyed on Dathomir, and they assisted each other in finding the Kyber Crystals that called out to them. Using materials that Cal brought with him, as well as artifacts collected by Jade in her adventures, the two craft their sabers; Jade’s being a jagged gray blade due to her not being completely of the Light, but also refusing to let the Dark hold her.

Upon returning to the Mantis, Jade learns about their journey to reestablish the Jedi Order, as well as the obstacles they have been facing in their way. Deciding to trust them, Jade willingly told them her own history with the Trilla, the Inquisitorius, and her subsequent healing, shocking the crew. Afterwards, Jade joins the crew and they head to Dathomir. 

Cal and Jade prepared to head to the Tomb of Kujet, but Jade was bombarded with visions of the Zeffo and their lingering spirits sensing her connection with their descendants. Merrin arrived and helped Jade recover, before listening to Cal explain Taron Malicos’ treachery and deceit, leading Merrin to join them in their mission. The trio fought and defeated Malicos, with Merrin burying him alive. While searching the Tomb, Jade once again is afflicted by visions and spirits, but they help lead the way to the Astrium they were searching for.

When the crew returned to Bogano they find it infiltrated by the Imperials. Cal brought the Astrium to the Vault, and discovered the Holocron, before Trilla revealed herself to fight him. Having a bad feeling, Jade enters the Vault right as Cal grabs Trilla’s lightsaber, becoming incapacitated. Showing herself to Trilla, Jade once again tries to bond with Trilla and convince her to leave the Inquisitorius. However, rightfully angered by Jade’s perceived betrayal, Trilla attacks her former lover, and the two have a brief hand-to-hand battle until Cal returns to consciousness, Trilla escaping as the two recover.

After being knighted by Cere, Cal leads the crew of the Mantis to the moon Nur, where Cere, Jade, and Cal head inside Fortress Inquisitorius to retrieve the Holocron. Jade and Cere fought their way through to access the records of where the Holocron would be stored, while Cal snuck his way following their directions. As Jade and Cere finally reconcile with their past in the Fortress, Cal comes across Trilla in the interrogation chamber. By the time Jade and Cere arrive, Cal has defeated Trilla, and the former two were able to convince Trilla to give up her hate, as they did. 

However, Darth Vader then arrived, and seeing her betrayal, attempted to kill Trilla for her insubordination. However, Jade blasted him with Force Lightning, the power of it making him stumble back. Sadly, when Cere leapt at him to continue the attack, Vader had recovered, and easily sent her flying to her presumed death. While Cal helped Trilla escape, Jade held Vader off for several minutes, only able to do so with her unorthodox blade and her Dark and Light Side abilities. Being able to disorient the Sith Lord enough, Jade quickly followed after the others, fleeing through the Fortress to an underwater tunnel, where Vader once again confronted them. Cere and Jade held Vader off again, as Merrin began teleporting Cal and Trilla back to the Mantis. Seeing no other option, Jade then broke the glass of the tunnel, flooding it and leaving Vader preoccupied so that Merrin could teleport her safely.

With the Holocron now in their possession, Cal decided to destroy it to keep the Force-Sensitive children safe from the Empire. The crew then traveled around the galaxy again, even returning to Ilum so that Trilla could obtain her own Kyber Crystal, and therefore make her own Lightsaber. Jade became a Gray Jedi, and helped Trilla heal from her experiences, the two eventually reforming their relationship. Merrin and Cal also end up in a relationship together, and the crew started their new journey to rebel against the Empire.

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Hope you all enjoyed! Btw, I used several different reference images for my art, editing them once the basic shapes were down. I mainly just got inspired by making a custom LEGO Jedi (as seen with the design of the Lightsaber, with the dragon head hilt and the blade being official LEGO Ninjago pieces), and I really love the lore of Fallen Order!So I figured why not just shove myself into the story? I’m already ruining canon, so lets try it out! Also Trilla be my wife please. 

#star wars #sw #jedi #sith #gray jedi #grey jedi #oc #star wars oc #female oc #original character #star wars original character #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #jedi fallen order #trilla suduri #second sister #darth vader #cere junda #cal kestis #merrin #nightsister merrin #cal x merrin #merrin x cal #trilla x oc #trilla suduri x oc #lesbians #space lesbians #star wars lesbians #kyber crystals #lore

[toastyrobos]

Sorry for drop in art…I was drawing non Star Wars art and didn’t think to post it here. But we’re back..for a bit.

Onyx with her 501st boys🙌🏻 (Rex, Echo and Fives) cause it was a travesty that I hadn’t drawn them all together. It was a crime.

#megabeeart #star wars #star wars the clone wars #arc trooper fives #echo and fives #echo star wars #clone wars rex #captain rex #clone wars 501st #501st #rex clone wars #clone wars #onyx the jedi

[obikinfest]

Check out the fics from the final day of Obikinfest!

✨ ‘The Ties that Bind’ by Anonymous, 6.1k, Explicit

As a rebellious fugitive princess is presented in the throne room of the Mustafar Fortress, Sith Lord Obi-Wan reminisces on the road that led him at last to where he belonged - by Emperor Vader's side.

Tags: Unreliable Narrator Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anal Sex, Dom/sub, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Praise Kink, Force Dyad (Star Wars), Force Dyad Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, Soulmates, Possessive Sex, The Force Ships It (Star Wars), Dirty Talk, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi, Possessive Behavior, Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Anakin Skywalker, Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Finger Sucking, Coming Untouched, Masturbation, Mirror Sex

   ✨ ‘ribbons of solace’ by Anonymous, 1.3k, Teen and Up Audiences

“Padawan Skywalker,” Obi-Wan croaks, then takes in the curls around the boy’s shoulders and the glaring absence of a braid and corrects himself. “Knight Skywalker. You’ve grown up.”

“That does tend to happen,” Anakin Skywalker says, his thin mouth twisting into a faint smile. “Age, however, does not seem to have made you any more careful.”

Tags: Healer Anakin Skywalker, Alternate Universe, vokara che trained anakin skywalker, Getting Together, overuse of the word 'gentle', probably too much writing about hands, Major Character Injury, Anakin Skywalker's Prosthetic Arm, Injury Recovery

   ✨ ‘moving up and so alive’ by Anonymous, 11.4k, Explicit

Obi-Wan writes fantasy books for a living. It's a lucrative business. Miles away from home, in an elevator one night before a convention, he meets a young man dressed all in black.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Writer Obi-Wan Kenobi, Meet-Cute, Romance, Flirting, Explicit Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Top Anakin Skywalker, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Strangers to Lovers, Cosplay, Conventions

   ✨ ‘We Should Kiss, Like Real People Do’ by Anonymous, 5.5k, Explicit

Obi-Wan was not going to enjoy this night in the slightest.

Until he saw Anakin.

Until he saw his Jedi counterpart leaning back against the lip of the bartop, arms crossed his exposed chest. The only item of his attire that covered his chest was thin, gold chains hanging low around his neck, shimmering in the setting sun. Obi-Wan followed the line of the chains, gazing down to where the ends rested just before Anakin’s waistline. There, he found onyx pants, tight and slick over his thin frame.

He was a sight to behold.

Tags: Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Pleasure dom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Trans Anakin Skywalker, Outdoor Sex, Public Sex, References to Drugs, in like a Star Wars way, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Come Swallowing, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, No beta we die like younglings, Obi-Wan's mommy milkers, Why?, because i am god, also, Anakin has a vagina, that's important, Porn with Feelings, Anakin has a degradation kink

   ✨ ‘like sugar on the tongue’ by Anonymous, 4.5k, Explicit

Reverse!Padawan AU. Obi-Wan knows he isn't the best Padawan, but he tries to be good for his Master. He tries to be everything--for him.

Tags: Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Explicit Sexual Content, Feminization, Anal Sex, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker, Top Anakin Skywalker, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Implied/Referenced spanking

   ✨ ‘No One Else I Trust’ by Anonymous, 1.7k, Explicit

Prompt: Obi-wan works at an alpha facility helping omegas through their heats when they require outside help. unbeknownst to him, his own padawan, anakin, arrives in dire need the day his first heat approaches.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi, Omega Anakin Skywalker, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering

#obikinfest #obikin fest #obikin #obiani

[kiwikipedia]

Can I know more about Arvid? I saw him mentioned in @kit-fisto-obsessive ‘s fic and you talk about him some on here but I haven’t seen much of him on your own AO3

GLADLY

I have a couple posts on Arvid here but I don't think I've really put much on AO3 at all of him. I think he only appears in passing mentions such as in dual wield where he's mentioned by Cin.

Anywhooo~

I did an introduction post here with his old design and a new design and some alters here but I can go over it again ehehe

Basically:

Arvid Carin is best mates with Jaro Tapal and the partner of Dex Jettster. He's also an Artisan Jedi Master as the current head of the Woodworking Department of the Division and has trained one padawan, the current Second Hand of the Department— Turu.

He's from another one of my fan-made races, a dragon species that has branching roots in the Fae and Spirits. While there are a few of them across the Galaxy, but he's specifically an Inferno Drakon hailing from the volcanic planet Surlogi.

Like all Inferno Drakon who have chosen to assume a more humanoid appearance and leave Surlogi, Arvid has a number of forms that he can assume.

His true form is a massive, wingless dragon with the full length being about half as long as the temple is wide.

His main form is about 6'9" standing upright without his horns, though he slouches a lot. This is what most people see him as, and while his legs are still humanoid, his feet are definitely still that same clawed dragon look.

His combat form is a bit more draconic, his legs change to be more dragon-like and his hands become more clawed with more scales appearing under and through his skin. he's about 7'10 at that height when fully upright

His "compact" form or resting form is either after a fight or when conditions are met that require him to condense into an almost fully human form just to keep from exploding outwards into his true form. He's about 5'10 - 6' tall in that form but is much hotter to the touch than the other two humanoid forms. Almost scalding.

Save for the last one, Arvid retains his horns and tail in his human forms and has a very high body temperature

Personality wise he's known as a quiet, tired, and reserved individual to pretty much everyone and while true, he is also incredibly kind and compassionate.

His tiredness stems from his inability to find a good way to sleep with horns and a tail along with having just a general insomnia. He spends his waking hours working and often avoids people if possible while he does so he doesn’t lose focus. He enjoys listening to people talk though, so if he’s sought out while working for conversation it’s very one sided but he’s paying attention

While he enjoys children and doesn't mind them clinging to him for warmth, he states he'd be a very bad Master now days, to which Turu assures him that he was a fine Master when They were learning under him. Arvid also states he'd be a bad parent, though it is noted that he makes a decent father figure to Dex's adoptive daughter Onyx.

ofc despite all of this, Arvid is still a dragon and he does have a rather dangerous temper when it gets to that point. Basically:

Arvid Cairn was slow to anger, just like the magma flows his kind were borne from. Slow to anger, yet extremely dangerous when he did.

A forgotten fact to some.

The cracking of bones under his grip was something that wasn’t quite foreign to him— but it had been a long time. Been a long time since he had felt this angry.

I have some other little bits of triva, but these are the big parts.

Theres a lot of describing points that follow fire/volcano analogies lol

#Arvid Cairn (PKWSW) #Penguinkiwi OCs #Dexvid (Ship) #Anon Tag #Penguinkiwi Answers Stuff #Kiwikipedia OCs #<- Easing into a new tag!

[omegaplus]

# 4,459

Omega Radio's 50 Years Of Hip-Hop. When the 'Brentwood Era' started, I had the dial on WBLS, one of New York City's hip-hop / rap stations. It not only signified the first-ever genre I'd pay close attention to, but also signified the beginning of personal cassette dubbing.

For a few years, I'd record as much as possible off to the right of the dial, then later on Hot 97 and Kiss FM. I'd capture Kid Capri, Kool DJ Red Alert, Funkmaster Flex, and Ed Lover, Dr. Dre, and T-Money of Yo! MTV Raps. Running concurrently was In Living Color, a rap-centric die-laughing comedy show that introduced us to the Wayans Brothers, Homey The Clown, Fire Marshall Bill, The Homeboy Shopping Network, and more. My formative years listening to hip-hop / rap lasted as long from middle school to graduating senior year. There's no shortage of mostly positive memories in Brentwood, in thanks to all of my cassette dubs from that era.

I returned to hip-hop / rap when I discovered WUSB a few years later and stumbled upon one of their shows, Ghetto Radio, who showed me a more underground side of things. Street FM, Eminent Audio, and The Basement practically changed my life because they introduced me to sampling culture, forever opening up a new world in getting to know more about myself. As soon as I became a Stony Brook student, I inquired about joining the station. Now, I became a dee-jay and gave back to our listeners the same way WUSB gave to me. It wasn't until my second run at the station (Winter 2013) when I started Omega Radio and took my show more seriously.

For 11 years, we've taken every chance we get to play hip-hop / rap. Our shows started when we did a five-hour bonus broadcast to usher in a new year: classic Seventies' vinyl classics on New Year’s Eve, then three hours of the rough stuff on New Year’s. Since then, we paid it forward by delivering all-time legends (The Notorious B.I.G., 2Pac), more golden-era cuts (EPMD, A Tribe Called Quest, Monie Love), the Eighties (Kool Moe D, MC Shan, Eric B & Rakim, classic old-school moments (Whodini, Sugar Hill Records, Afrika Bambaata), and even white-label underground releases (Lo-Down Click, Erule, Brother Arthur). Let's not forget the ladies of the game, either (Queen Latifah, Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Yo-Yo to name a few).

Later on, we introduced deluxe editions of our shows consisting of golden-era legends still doing their thing (KRS-One, Onyx, Dres of Black Sheep), backpack artists (Jedi Mind Tricks, R.A. The Rugged Man, the Griselda camp), beat tapes (Fuzzoscope, All These Fingers), and newer artists (clipping., Danny Brown, Obnox, Dabrye). We also made some legend specific tributes for Public Enemy, N.W.A. (edited for FCC quality-control), and The Wu-Tang Clan, which happened to be Omega’s most popular show to date. As long as it isn't Kanye West or TekashiSixNine, we're good.

The good news? There’s no sign of up stopping. We'll continuously re-visit our golden-era finds until they’re depleted, and may even consider re-introducing our white-label bonus shows. And we’ll still play our new, current, and relevant hip-hop, rap, and backpacker finds on our deluxe shows.

Found below is each and every hip-hop / rap broadcast Omega WUSB has broadcast up until this point. We urge you to check them all out. Want to re-visit an era with the most creative freedom? Any artists you missed out on? Trying to find a one-hit wonder you want to make a legend out of? No worries. We have you covered.

Here's to fifty more years of hip-hop - and you can all thank DJ Kool Herc for that.

December 31, 2012-January 1, 2013; #5. (Double bonus.)

February 25, 2013; #10.

June 30, 2014; #55.

July 19, 2014-July 20, 2014; #56.

August 17, 2014; #59.

November 22, 2014; #68.

July 13, 2015; #87.

August 24, 2015; #91.

June 27, 2016; #114.

August 15, 2016; #120.

February 11, 2017; #132.

July 29, 2017; #142. (Partial.)

July 28, 2018; #168.

September 3, 2018; #173.

October 15, 2018; #177.

December 10, 2018; #183. (Wu-Tang Clan)

May 4, 2019; #194.

June 29, 2019; #199.

July 20, 2019; #201. (Public Enemy)

August 19, 2019; #205. (N.W.A.)

August 24, 2019; #206. (Partial.)

March 16, 2020; #223.

August 3, 2020; #236.

August 15, 2020; #237.

October 26, 2020; #245.

January 30, 2021; #254.

April 21, 2021; #260.

May 19, 2021; #264.

June 16, 2021; #268.

July 3, 2021; #271. (Double deluxe.)

August 11, 2021; #278. (Hip-Hop’s 48th)

January 3, 2022; #294.

January 12, 2022; #295.

April 25, 2022; #305.

May 21, 2022; #307.

June 20, 2022; #312.

August 22, 2022; #325. (Delayed.)

August 27, 2022; #326.

October 24, 2022; #333.

#omega #music #mixtapes #reviews #playlists #hip-hop #rap #backpack #personal #Long Island #damn #wow #whoa #hell yeah

[the-strength-of-the-wolffe]

Pilot headcanons!

On the whole, pilot squadrons are less cohesive than trooper squads (visually, relationally, etc.).

They enjoy the closest relationship with General Plo out of any clone unit, as he has an affinity for fellow aviators and flies with them regularly. They truly see him as an equal, a brother.

Most of them think they’re cooler than the troopers and put on a haughty air around them; they’re very much into the navy vs. army feud.

A prime example: they invent the call sign “Wolfpack” as a reference to their partnership with a wolf-themed battalion, but when the 104th gets wind of it, the meaning changes to include anyone affiliated with Wolffe—an appropriation the pilots resent. They aren’t above letting out mocking howls at passing troopers.

Jag

It was difficult for me to accept him—like Cody and Bly, he was tainted by my pre-TCW perception of the clones being cold-blooded Jedi murderers. It took me a while to shake that.

There’s interesting lore about him, some of which I’ve assimilated. Mainly, he’s a pilot disgraced. A failed mission cost him lives and would’ve ended his career, but General Plo hears about it and brings him into the fold. Although he can’t forgive himself, he doesn’t squander his second chance.

He proves to be a top-notch aviator, the obvious pick for instructor and team leader. During high-risk missions, the General divides the rookies between them, trusting his steady and prudent approach.

Out of the cockpit, he’s a bit of a controversial figure. Some judge him for his past mistakes while others choose to respect him for who he is now. Regardless, he’s usually not included in their off-duty shenanigans. He doesn’t let on how much this disheartens him.

Warthog

I imagined him with a lot of hair, so he sports a messy mohawk that he lightens rather inexpertly to brown or blond. His looks don’t matter to him as much as his helmet; it’s his pride and joy (gotta be one of my favorite designs).

He’s one of the youngest and least experienced pilots (rushed into service like Domino Squad). In a chaotic environment, he benefits from clear direction, otherwise he tends to get overexcited or lose his head.

His mates tease him for being picky, but he simply values his creature comforts—food at the right temperatures, clean bedding, etc. In another life, he could’ve been hedonistic, but he doesn’t have that opportunity in the military.

He’s emotionally expressive and affectionate, unashamedly. He’s virtually the only clone bold/comfortable enough to hug General Plo. (I assigned each of the five canon Wolfpack members a love language—his is physical touch.)

The next seven are my boys, here to thicken the ranks a bit. I’ve simplified their descriptions to accommodate the growing roster.

Drift: the personable one, was friends with Kickback (from “Storm over Ryloth”) and wears a snowflake symbol in his memory, flies gunships more than fighters (doesn’t mind the tedium), conflict-avoidant, Caltrop and Teal persistently test his comfort zone

Corsair: the disciplined one, has little patience for anyone he perceives to be reckless or scattered (Warthog, Onyx, and Caltrop being chief among them), an aircraft enthusiast, loyal to a fault, experiences disconcerting flashes of intuition (a hint of Force sensitivity)

Onyx: the sophisticated one, a rookie like Warthog who can get overwhelmed during combat, disdainful of domineering types like Corsair and Fray, good at painting (he designed the “Plo’s Bros” nose art and Warthog’s helmet) and barters his skills, doesn’t handle death well

Anchor: the sensible one, focused and emotionally detached (coping mechanism), a natural “older sibling” (no one messes with him), copilots gunships with Drift, one of Jag’s supporters, a foodie who can work magic on the blandest fare (popular in the mess hall for this)

Caltrop: the resilient one, versatile pilot with an interest in aerobatics (which he shares with Warthog and Teal), has an unfair reputation for being a doofus (mostly because of his name choice), actually an avid reader, notorious smack-talker (outdoing even Onyx and Fray)

Fray: the combative one, brings passion to everything he does, excellent fighter pilot (Teal is his wingman and best friend), prone to jealousy when outperformed, staunchly believes in/respects pilot superstitions (his personal preflight ritual is stretching inside the cockpit)

Teal: the adventurous one, fearless but has good judgment, excellent fighter pilot (in combat his coordination with Fray is almost psychic), has adopted some of Fray’s rituals, one of Jag’s critics (he has no sympathy for pilot error and isn’t merciful by nature) 

#the clone wars #jag #warthog #wolfpack #wolfpack headcanons #wolfpack ocs #clones #pilots