#shmi is absolutely delighted

[starkcontrasts]

hear me out fuck the jedi code, if anakin skywalker had just been allowed to manwhore and malewife his way through the galaxy then palpatine's entire plot would've imploded like give anakin a bajillion attachments and he would've been too busy getting railed and pampered to resort to manslaughter not to mention at least one of his fifty lovers would've legally/illegally freed shmi so the whole tusken massacre could've been avoided

sheev would be like oh anakin dear boy i wanted to talk to you- oh i'm sorry chancellor i'm taking tea with the organas today (sheev under his breath: i thought he was with amidala?) well we can always reschedule to next week- actually i'm doing something with the clones (what? which clones? which clones) what about- really chancellor my deepest apologies but i think i'm simply unavailable for the foreseeble future. like palpatine can't even kill them all bc it'd get too suspicious too fast

the funny thing is that while sheev's too busy figuring out which of anakin's paramours he's with that week, they're all distracting dearest ani and comparing notes out of earshot about the creepy fucking chancellor and what do you mean he's been allowed unsupervised time with anakin since he was nine obi-wan wtf

#cue someone braiding a flower crown into anakin's hair while the others plot MURDER #as they should #all the ships for anakin skywalker ok get batshit with it #anidala #rexwalker #obikin #bailanakin #brehanakin #clones x anakin #501st x anakin #fox x anakin #ferus x anakin #literally everyone idgaf #they're all just kicking palpatine to death while anakin's napping after therapy #AND YES HE WOULD'VE GONE TO THERAPY there's like 50 of them someone would've seen the need for therapy #luke and leia have a million aunts and uncles who are also kinda other mom and other dad #IT TAKES A VILLAGE #anakin would spend upwards of a year just scheduling when to bring who to meet his mother #shmi is absolutely delighted #oh yes and the clones rights bill goes through the senate EXPEDITIOUSLY as soon as sheev's dead #and slavery in the outerrim just disa-fucking-ppears bc now the jedi can actually help ppl who need it #and anakin literally said he wanted to be a jedi to free slaves? well he has the time and energy for it now babes #the healthy mindset is LOCKED in #we are a go #this is just my elaborate plot to get anakin skywalker railed within an inch of his life but also spoiled rotten yes #but the more i thought about it the more the logic panned out #anakin skywalker #darth vader #padme amidala #star wars

[sarcastic-sketches]

Order 66 Aftermath

Context for the Kitsune!Anakin AU here and a direct continuation of this.

Order 66 has kicked off and the Jedi are in chaos, along with the rest of the Galaxy. Meanwhile, Padme has been pregnant with Luke and Leia for the past few months.

Despite the casual FWB relationship she had with Anakin - and the emphasis both of them put on being safe with the physical side of it - Force Fated Twins are gonna happen whether you like it or not. Whoops. Padme was not that worried about it when she found out and decided she would like to keep them, especially as they were with a friend she was still in regular contact with. She’s more than financially stable and has a good support network. Anakin was slightly more worried about it because he’s now got a thing for Rex he was intending to commit to after the war and this complicates matters but he’s gotta be upfront about it. Also, all those times he wondered about what it would be like having his own children come back full force.

Rex, however, has no prior expectations of relationships or the implications of having sex within said relationships so he has a complete non-reaction to the news other than how his General feels about it.

Rex: Is this Congratulations or Condolences sort of news? Anakin: Well that answers my next question. Anakin: I’m happy about it Rex: Oh, then Congratulations!

Padme still never goes to see a doctor (only had droids) because she’s worried the parentage would have become obvious. She’s picturing them randomly showing up with tiny little fox ears or tails on a scan and people to be like ‘hmm, wonder who that could have come from?’.

Which is something Obi-Wan picks up on when he comes back to Coruscant after everything and does the rounds to try and find out what the fuck happened. Only to encounter Padme who is still on Coruscant despite everything with a very confused R2. I think Obi-Wan probably knew about the pregnancy too because it genuinely was an accident despite both parties trying to be careful and Jedi having accidental kids cannot be unheard of. So, Obi-Wan’s less ‘I’m so sorry’ about the whole thing and more ‘how are you doing?’ before he then fucks off to find Anakin. Taking R2 with him.

He’s still gonna side-eye his former Padawan hard for why he didn’t just ask to bring Padme to the Temple for a check up. Any child of his would undoubtedly be force-sensitive.

Anakin: She said she was handling it!

Padme retreats to Naboo in preparation to have the babies because yikes the Republic just succumbed into an Empire.

Meanwhile, Anakin has been playing eeny meeny miny mo with which planet to hide out on since he’s travelling with a pack of vulnerable children when Obi-Wan finds him. Given the lack of Skywalker Twins to commandeer his attention in this universe, he teams up with Anakin who feels so much better that the kids now have a Jedi Master because holy shit. Playing with the younglings in the Creche is one thing, being the designated adult is very different. It’s nothing like being a General or a Teacher to Ahsoka..

I’m not actually sure where they go to be honest. Maybe Florrum so Obi-Wan can bully Hondo into keeping them safe because that sounds hysterical. Probably Tatooine though because it’s literally the last place Sidious would expect Anakin to run to and he doesn’t think Anakin would attempt a double bluff. Also Anakin wants to see his mother, sue him.

Owen and Beru are surprised to say the least when not one but two fully grown Jedi tumble out of the massive ship that’s just parked outside their farm. Then they see all the displaced children.

Owen: We are not keeping them all Beru: Not all of them.

She is absolutely going to be adopting at least one though and Owen cannot stop her. Especially not when she has Shmi as back up. Cliegg had died sometime after the events of AotC but Shmi had already grown to deeply care for Owen and by extension Beru so she stayed. They are delighted to hear that there is about to be a new baby Skywalker soon though.

Shmi: I hope you can bring them here. I’d like to see them. Anakin: Mother, of course! Shmi: I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother… Anakin: How do you think I feel?!

There’s probably a joke in there about Anakin at least having a reasonable expectation of children happening so it’s not too much of a shock. Compared to y’know, immaculate conception out of fucking nowhere. He is slightly mollified by this, but then they can both celebrate the fact that this child is about to be born free and he’s going to do his damnedest to keep it that way.

Anakin tries not to make it obvious that he's trying to find Rex and Ahsoka because he knows what Obi-Wan will say but he's not subtle and the kids are nosy and talk loud. But Obi-Wan is totally on board with locating them and trying to see if they can reverse Rex's conditioning if he's still alive. Anakin does not almost throw up at that.

They get lucky though when Ahsoka pings through their bond again and they manage to slice the last known coordinates of the Resolute. It's a tracking mission from there and all the younglings are very eager to help out and make it into a lesson of sorts. They are a little hesitant about looking for a clone after what they faced in the Temple but they are assured by Obi-Wan that they will be safe. They will try to save Rex if they can but he will not let any of them come to harm for his sake.

Anakin is… less sure. Sure he dealt with the clones from his 501st in the Temple before but this is Rex. His Rex.

Then again, if Rex tried to harm any of the kids, Anakin would know it was no longer him in there. And these are His Kids. In the end, Anakin never has to find out how he'd react because Rex finds them and saves them from Bounty Hunters.

I'm just picturing The Team stopping on some planet to pick up supplies and news. Anakin has taken some of the younglings with him into town because they're getting cabin fever and they're trying to be low key. Robes on, hoods up, no lightsabers, and keeping to the edges but Anakin is still highly recognisable (those tails are hard to hide and he still can’t shapeshift them out fully). They get the attention of prowling Bounty Hunters who have a list of unaccounted for Jedi and Anakin's trying to keep himself between them and the kids. Teeth and claws out. Only for a shot to come out of nowhere, nailing one of the Hunters and spooking the other into running. A clone comes out of the dark. A clone with blue painted Jaig Eyes on their helmet.

Rex had been on planet searching for rumours of escaped Jedi that he could then put in touch with Ahsoka, and was planning to steal the Bounty Hunters list. Until he saw who they had cornered. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth if the Galaxy just wants to hand him back his General. Who is alive.

Anakin just rips that helmet off and then there’s crying and a lot of kissing before they get back to the ship.

This of course then puts everyone back in contact with Ahsoka. There’s more crying. Everything has gone to hell in a handbasket but the crew is back together (minus Cody, I’m sorry lad, we’ll get you back) and they’re all doing OK. Plus, Anakin managed to save a fraction of the Jedi Order.

A call comes for them a few days later from Bail on the Tantive IV with a set of coordinates. Padme has gone into labour. Ahsoka leads the way immediately, since Anakin is about to be responsible for two more kids and hot damn does she wanna be there for that.

Padme has the babies - surprise twins! - and at first they both seem human, until one of them sneezes and suddenly there’s a different pair of ears on their head (if you’ve ever seen Wolf Children, yeah it’s like that). They are both also incredibly bright in the Force.

Then Padme is handing them off to Anakin.

She can't have two obviously force sensitive children with her on Naboo when it’s the homeplanet of the newly self-titled Galactic Emperor. Especially not Anakin's kids - the former target of said Galactic Emperor - with parentage that obvious. She, Bail, and Mon Mothma are about to build a Rebellion. He can stay with them at the base of operations they are establishing when not in the Senate and help if he wants or he can go into hiding with the twins. Plus, he's had a lot of experience with children because of all the time he spent in the creche. He’ll be fine.

He chooses to stay and help form a Rebellion. Him, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, the little twins. Plus a dozen or so young Jedi.

Rex is suddenly a dad. He takes it rather well, even if he keeps referring to them as ‘tubies’.

#Kitsune!Anakin #rexwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Padme Amidala #obi-wan kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #star wars #star wars writing #star wars au #sw au #can you tell this is my comfy time AU? #made this it's own post so it's neater when searching the tag on my blog #I have one more post written up for this AU and then it's just having fun with specific events in TCW but with Anakin as a Kitsune

[feralstemgirl]

as a lil treat for those of y’all who’ve come here from TKAM, here’s a scrapped idea for the arrival to ilum that i still wish i’d been able to make work.

***

Ilum sings to him like a mother to her child, like Shmi had once sung to a young Ani. No, not just Ilum, the caves. The crystals. They are an orchestra in his ears, the singing of woodwinds, the thrumming of strings, the heartbeat of percussion.

On his belt, he hears his bloody kyber joins the song. Longing. Anakin looks down. “Do you want me to return you to your siblings?” He asks reluctantly and his kyber’s rejection is instantaneous, soothing over his fear.

we are reforged together, and I did not choose you but I love you all the same, his kyber answers echoing the words he once told it. Anakin feels love like a flower blooming in his lungs, choking on the sweet taste. Overwhelming. Unstoppable.

He laughs, breathless.

“What’s so funny?” Obi-Wan asks, joining him in the cockpit, and Anakin shakes his head.

“Do you hear the kyber?” He asks. Tano could hear his saber, so it can’t be a just him skill, even if Tyranus and Ventress never seem as bothered by their screaming kyber as he is.

Kenobi frowns. “Faintly, if I focus.” He answers. “Can you?”

Anakin hums. “Like an orchestra or a choir in my ear.” He tries to mimic the song but his human lungs can only create a pale echo of the ringing, beautiful song so entrancing him.

Obi-Wan stares at him, raising an eyebrow. “And that made you laugh?”

Anakin is quick to shake his head. “No, hardly. I was- I asked my kyber if it wanted to go home. After all, it didn’t choose me. I took it by force and though we have been through much together, I- I wanted to give it the choice.”

Were Anakin a Jedi, he would know how strange it was to talk about kyber as if sentient. But he isn’t, and so he has no idea that his words are absolutely baffling to Obi-Wan. “When I first bled it, I- I promised the kyber- I told it: we are made from the same wound, and although I am not your chosen, I will love you all the same. You bleed and I bleed with you.” He says and his kyber hums warmly in his hand. “Ever since, it has echoed me, crying out from the same wound as its refrain the same way your kyber sings we are unbroken,”

“My kyber does what?” Obi-Wan interrupts and Anakin blinks.

“You can’t hear it?” He blurts. After all, Tano had been able to hear his kyber.

“I can hear it humming, but words?” Obi-Wan says, frowning.

Anakin shrugs. He has always heard kyber song. “It’s beautiful, Obi-Wan. I’ve been entranced ever since I first heard it.” He says, focusing. After a moment, he locks onto the ringing song of Obi-Wan’s kyber around his waist and begins to nervously hum its melody, before slowly echoing it with his voice. “Unbroken, we are unbroken, we are light born of the brightest stars and we are unbroken,” he sings softly, Kenobi’s kyber shimmering with delight at being sung with. “That’s what it sings, what it always has sung ever since I met you. It loves you so much, it will love you to the shattering. Its fundamental frequency resonates with your soul.”

Kenobi stares, and stares, and stares. Finally, blushing, Anakin continues. “Anyway, it’s just- when I asked my kyber if it wanted to go home, it sang a new refrain. It told me I did not choose you but I love you all the same,” and Anakin grins as his kyber echoes it once more, giddy, “And I just- is there anything better than the knowledge that you are really, truly loved? That even despite the darkness I have brought it through, my kyber loves me anyway?”

Obi-Wan is still staring at him and Anakin begins to feel self-conscious. “Maybe it’s silly-”

“No, no, I- I think you’re right.” Obi-Wan interrupts, looking down at his own saber.

****

anyway i’m still so obssessed with the line it will love you to the shattering. It’s fundamental frequency resonates with your soul.

It was actually the inspiration for the scene where Anakin bleeds his kyber.

In fact, you’ll notice that quite a few little bits of this scrapped chunk have appeared in other scenes in TKAM. I used to never ever scrap scenes until I ran across advice somewhere that instead of killing your darlings you should freeze them (delete them from the story proper but save them in a separate doc so you can use them later if you want) which I have taken to like a duck to water lol and lots of my frozen darlings end up getting tiny cameos in new scenes.

#tkam #to kill a mynock #writing #scrapped scenes

[tennessoui]

I would like to take this opportunity to FFSJRXNYASBUS!!!! over the doctor au. YES to Shmi as Obi-Wan's mentor! Do the two of them combined finally get Anakin to consider a new career or is he even able to return to racing after the accident??? Who is Shmi more disappointed with when she finds out??? Side-eying Obi-Wan in the break room and making pointed comments about how late or should she say EARLY her son came in last night, making unbroken eye contact when she helps Anakin move in with him. Or aggressively talking about her lovely intern Obi-Wan at the dinner table who has a BRIGHT and SAFE future and how she hopes he finds love with someone with SIMILARLY SAFE prospects, ANAKIN.

(in reference to this post)

you know what i bet shmi and obi-wan try to talk anakin out of his dangerous career and into a much safer one because both have such a vested interest in keeping him alive and with them. they practically form a 'Get Anakin A Desk Job' club.

when anakin figures out what they're doing, halfway through watching the third season of The Office for the fourth time with obi-wan, who is laughing much too hard and pointedly at the jokes, anakin pauses the show and looks up at him and he's like 'do you think i should quit my job?' as a test

and obi-wan who excels at tests is like 'well i think after going through the trauma of operating on your unconscious form, i'm a little worried that one day you'll get hurt in a way i can't fix.....'

and anakin goes 'well don't you think i worry when you leave for work? what if you get into a bus crash or someone pulls a gun on you?'

and obi-wan is about to point out that's not entirely the same thing as anakin's career, but then anakin goes, 'isn't that what all love is? just a little bit of worry?'

and obi-wan's brain bluescreens because anakin has never said he loves him before.

so obviously the next family dinner at shmi's house, shmi says something about a job that would be the perfect fit for anakin, and obi-wan looks straight at his green beans. and shmi is like, 'what do you think, obi-wan?' and obi-wan is like 'i think we should support anakin in what he wants to do because we love him.'

and later, doing dishes, shmi is like 'omg you fucker you folded!!'

and obi-wan is like 'absolutely. like a sheet of wet paper. he loves me.'

shmi is disgusted by her mentee. delighted for her son.

#asks #dont get me wrong shmi is happy for obi-wan too #but now she is once again the only one who can resist anakin's puppy dog eyes #obikin #either way she is a main character in this love story

[kingdomhate]

A Precious Gift

You had just gotten back from a painfully long mission, one whole month. When your ship arrived on Tatooine, you were simply ecstatic and exhausted, longing to see Luke. You said bye to your master and left the ship, and to your most pleasant surprise, you saw the boy you fell in love with running as fast as possible to you. Luke Skywalker and you have been a couple for five months and he was a Padawan to Obi-Wan, whom still occasionally taught you and Anakin. You rushed to Luke and let him pick you up and spin you, peppering loving and tender kisses all around your face and neck. "Y\N!! I missed you!!" He exclaimed with absolute delight. "I missed you too, Luke!" You smile, kissing him on the lips. He held your hand and led you into the small hut they had. Anakin turned and smiled at you, "Hey, Y\N. Long mission, hm?" You laughed a bit and nodded. "Hey, dad, we're gonna go stargazing and watch the sun's set, that okay?" Luke asked, his sky blue eyes glittering. You were surprised that he asked for his father's permission, but smiled at his effort to do something so special for you. "Yes, it's alright. Be back before midnight, okay?" Padme smiled at her son and you. Luke nodded. Shmi stepped into the kitchen and handed Luke a box, you didn't know what it was but again, went along with it, seeing the twinkle in your boyfriends eyes. Luke rushed the two of you out to watch the sun's set and the stars beginning to show. The sight was gorgeous, as always, but you never noticed the actual intimate beauty and sense of content the sight granted you until you were sitting on the sand, staring up at it. "How was your mission?" Luke asked. He was such a sweetheart. "It was a success: Darth Sidious has been killed." You say with a sigh. He moved closer to you. "I'm glad you are still here." He smiles genuinely at you and your heart skipped a beat. "Me too. I'm glad I got to see you." You leaned in and kissed him and he pulled out the box that Shmi gave him, and he handed it to you. It was elegant, a blue velvet box. You raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged and nodded, urging you to open it. Carefully, you open the lid to the box and see a beautiful, handcrafted necklace of the two suns on Tatooine, the same exact ones you were out here looking at. You gasped, heart skipping a beat. "I made it. From scratch." Tears formed in your eyes and you couldn't help but smile, Luke leaned in, took the necklace and hugged you, clasping the precious gift to your neck. He leaned back and admired how it looked as though it belonged on you. "Thank you, Luke. Thank you so much."

#star wars #fluff #luke skywalker #my first time writing for luke!! #reimagined star wars #luke skywalker x you

[pearwaldorf]

🎁, 💭 , and 🎨, please.

Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

This is from a Beru piece I started after watching Kenobi. I keep meaning to get back to it.

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The woman must see Beru coming, through the Force or her eyes. But she makes no move to come closer or back away. Up this close, she looks young, not quite Beru’s age but not too far off. There are tear stains on her face. 

“It’s dangerous out here at night. I’m certain you can take care of yourself, but it’s still nice not to have to worry about that for a little while. And you must be hungry. It’s not fancy food, but there’s more than enough to share.” 

The woman nods, starts walking beside Beru. They go a little ways before she breaks the silence. “Why are you being nice to me?” There are, of course, many unspoken questions.

Because you could have killed my son, and didn’t. You could have left him there to get taken by Raiders like Shmi, but you brought him home. 

“Life’s hard enough. If we can extend a bit of kindness when we can, why shouldn’t we?” She pitches her voice deliberately light. If the woman notices, she doesn’t comment on it.

“Yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

What inspires you and your writing?

I took a uQuiz that said the primary emotion I create from is gratitude. I don't know if it's quite that. I'm drawn to canons where a lot of shit happens to characters, usually extremely quickly. I like being able to provide space for said characters to process and sort themselves out.

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Pond did a fanart of this fic, which I remain absolutely delighted by. Genuinely, whatever the fuck anybody wants to draw, I am here for it.

#replies #cosmictuesdays

[willowcrowned]

This is like the fiftieth ask I'm sending about Phantom of the Past but please, I beg of you, tell me that there's a "everyone piles into a fighter ship piloted by older Anakin" moment where you have

Older Anakin: Unhinged laughter as he pilots like a madman

Younger Anakin: Breathless excitement because THIS is FLYING

Almost everyone else (Shmi, Qui-Gon, TPM Obi, Jango, Maul, maybe Padme if she decided to sneak in because she's prone to dangerous decisions): Terrified screaming

Obi-Wan:

getting tons of asks is the OPPOSITE of a problem I assure you I am delighted

and YES! ABSOLUTELY! Honestly, TCW Obi-Wan isn’t above a little schadenfreude, so I think he’s probably enjoying Qui-Gon’s terror in between sighing and making sarcastic comments about how Anakin will be the death of him.

#asks #phoenixyfriend #phantom of the past au #star wars #star wars au #willow's aus

[moon6shadow-my-writing-bookmark]

Fox would _really_ like to know how his life came to this.

He asks himself that a lot these days but Skywalker has a way of causing problems and _then some_.

If not because he’s having to reshuffle the Chancellor’s personal schedule when Skywalker drops in out of the blue or filling extra paperwork because of it, _never mind_ having to keep track of his missions _as they happen_ as if he doesn’t have enough to do without the Chancellor’s obsessive need to know what Kenobi and Skywalker are doing _at all times_, on top of a bunch of other people.

Fox has a whole _squad_ of people working on just such a thing mostly because the Chancellor’s _other_ minions had seemed all too delighted to shove the extra workload off on _someone else_ and he’s starting to think he needs another squad or two, on top of the ones he has trying to wrap their heads around all the _other_ political paperwork which _is_ their job or at least falls under the rough definition of ‘Senate Related’ which seems to be anything and everything under the sun as far as paper work is concerned.

And _now_ he’s looking at a bunch of finance paperwork trying to figure out if he wants to stab Skywalker or demand he teach him how to do _exactly_ what he just did to get his hands on an adequate automail prosthetics budget for the _entire GAR_

Political paperwork is _nothing_ like military paperwork as Fox has already had the misfortune to find out the hard way but _this_ this just takes the cake.

Fox _glares_ at the screen and trying to figure out how the kark Skywalker did it.

Later, way later, Skywalker will just look at him blankly and tell him he was taught to run a shop in _Hutt Space_ by his Mum who worked with Hutt finances and then he was Kenobi’s Padawan for a _decade_ and ‘Master’s _hopeless_ with financial necessities no matter how much he talks politics’ as if that explained _everything_, and as Fox would discover much to his consternation yeah it probably _did_

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Anakin to Obi-Wan: Master I love you but you don’t know the first thing about living life as a civilian or keeping a roof over your head outside of surviving in a _warzone_, The Force Will Provide (gambling) or ‘the Jedi Order will provide everything I need’ situation. How the _heck_ did you become a Negotiator for politicians?

Granted Anakin has never been a ‘regular civilian’ either because slave but you know he _knows_ the importance of basic necessities when it comes to civilians, even if he doesn’t always do so well with ‘luxury necessities’ as he calls things beyond the basics for survival.

In which Shmi was totally the one keeping a roof over Watto’s gambling addicted head because she’s doing her best to keep her and Ani together. Shmi was also absolutely doing voluntary treasurer work and other things for a bunch of Tatooine Freedom groups over the years be it freeing slaves or just making sure slaves had what they needed to survive on the day to day.

#star wars #humour #anakin skywalker #commander fox #Anakin & fox #Anakin making Fox’s job harder _before_ they even meet because of course he does

[this-acuteneurosis]

whenever senator darsana or shea appear i am absolutely delighted. it’s partly being glad that leia has friends that aren’t ghosts from her past, partly how much fun darsana seems to have poking at both leia and shea, and shea being both absolutely head over heels for leia and concerned about, well, everything about her. they’re an incredible part of the story and it shows what an amazing writer you are, having managed to make characters that are beyond their names your own cration feel so fleshed out in the universe. kudos! also, can’t wait for obi-wan and shea to meet up and get drunk together because hey how did we both manage to fall in love with the most ridiculous person in the galaxy?? while senator darsana is cackling in the background

I'm glad you love them so much. When I grabbed them for the story I just needed characters that filled some space and were convenient props for things that needed to get done. But then they were there and I've had a lot of fun unearthing their personalities and watching their relationship with Leia. I do think neither of them having a strong impact on her past is very important to how she interacts with them. And I'm really proud of how they've slotted into this world and my readers like seeing them.

I had not considered a drunk Obi-Wan & Shea rant scene, but I must admit, it has possibilities. Although as fun as it would be to have Darsana overseeing their antics, I kinda want Shmi to be there, serving drinks and nodding sympathetically. It's very much her vibe.

#Don't Look Back #Shea Sadashassa #Senator Darsana #Leia Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Shmi Skywalker #side characters #I literally picked them because I figured no on would care about them #so I could do whatever I wanted #and now people care #and I'm very pleased

[nixie-deangel]

Obikin - Sith/Slave I am really intrigued about this one

Please know, I let out an absolutely inhuman sound of delight, upon finding this ask! You have no idea, Nonnie, how much and how badly I wanna talk about this WIP in particular. So really, thank you, for asking me about this. 

(So, I started writing this out, and realized I was basically giving you the entire rough outline, which is why it’s taken me so long to answer! So please, have this revised and slimmer explanation on what this WIP is!) 

It starts, with Sith Obi-wan owing a debt to Shmi Skywalker, the woman who quite literally saved his life. And it haunts him, being unable to pay it, until he can seize power from his former masters, take control of of the Grand Clone Army, before he can pay her back. 

She only asks for one thing, for him to find her son. 

Which he does, of course. Obi-wan Kenobi may be many, many, things, but he does not go back on his promise, once given to those, who have proved to be loyal to him. So, he sets out, searching the galaxy to find this missing boy.

It’s months of searching, but he finally gets a whisper, then a name, then a destination. 

And finds this child, this boy, this, ah, man really, this very, very pretty man, kneeling, draped in sheer fabrics that cling to his every curve, sitting with a collar wrapped round his throat, at the feet of a man Obi-wan decides ten seconds into talking with, he’s going to kill, and kill very, very slowly.

Ask Nixie about her WIP’s.

#Obikin #Anonymous #Nixie Answers #Star Wars #Sith Obi wan #Slave Anakin #Anakin Skywalker #Obi wan Kenobi #I'm entirely feral over this idea #and well #I'm actually just pretty flippin' feral over any and ALL Sith Obi wan content #really #I have NO self control #I was literally ready to just give the entire plot from start to finish #because that's how #badly I wanna talk about this #XD #Obi-wan basically takes one look at Anakin and goes feral over the pretty #and then hears him talk and snark and Obi-wan basically can not wait to dick down this little shit #but then its a case of oh no I'VE GOT FEELINGS NOW! #It's gonna be angsty & emotional & and smutty goodness #But seriously you wouldn't believe how many times #I started writing this out #only to get like 500 words in and realize I'd given the whole plot and she-bang away to you

[lumateranlibrarian]

A fusion between the Soft Wars universe by @thefoundationproject and the Jedi Shmi AU by @mirandatam.

In which Rex adopts a commander, and Lock is introduced to his similarly-ranked brothers. Sometimes recovery is time and distance. Sometimes recovery is the Shebse you meet along the way.

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Behold in all its unbeta-ed, OOC glory, except for Cody, who I maintain I got spot-on.

I absolutely, wholeheartedly recommend both parent series!! Soft Wars is the full-fluff delight we need in these trying times, and I catch something new and stealthily plot-relevant each time I reread the Jedi Shmi AU. I’m so invested, you guys have no idea. 

#lock deserves nice things #instead he got squad shebs #my fic #my stuff #thefoundationproject #mirandatam #Soft Wars #Jedi Shmi AU #star wars #the clone wars #tcw

[tessiete]

“Perhaps, I killed a Jedi and took it from him.” Clumsy fingers beneath sleek synth leather gloves close over the hilt, the silver of it glinting merrily in the grasp of a cold fist. “Impossible,” Lord Vader says. “I am growing tired of your games, boy. I shall only ask once more: who gave it to you?” “I cannot say,” he replies. “Cannot?” says Vader. “Or will not?” “I will not.” His voice is firm, and does not shake. He reaches again for that serenity: a flash of copper hair, [...] of blue eyes.

This is for the writer’s ask where you ask about 500 characters of one of my fics, and I do a deep dive analysis! <3 Thank you for indulging me.

Alright! Better late than never but I’ve been overthinking this because I DO SO LOVE process and meta! So let’s dive in. The commentary.

First of all, let me say that I am a huge proponent of  Korkie Kenobi - and yeah, I’d love to see it canonised - but I think my relationship with this character is a bit more nuanced than people give me credit for.

I was all for arospec/acespec Obi-Wan. That’s the canon I loved. And I was very much not interested in Satine when she first appeared in TCW. But the thing was, once it happened, once they introduced a love interest who played a significant enough role in the story, I felt I could either ignore it...or roll with it. See what it changed. See what it created.

Obviously, the relationship - on a surface level (and tbh probably the only level which the writers considered) is meant to mirror Anakin and Padme. They are the road not taken. Where Anakin and Padme chose each other, Obi-Wan and Satine chose their duties.

This is a...I don’t like this take as an exclusive one, and here’s why: it implies that Padme was also selfish, and made the wrong choice. And yet everything in canon tells us the opposite. She continued working. She jeopardised her career and her reputation to fight against the rise of the Empire. She gave her life trying to prevent it. To put her as a direct mirror of Satine is messy, and to me, cannot justify the creation of Satine enough to convince me.

But I also don’t want to throw away such a huge chunk of TCW narrative. So the other option is to reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally lean in.

At which point, you have to examine not just the immediate symbolism of the relationship, but what each character individually brings. You have to give Satine her own agency. She has to become her own person. Suddenly, all the little bits of information that would normally be overlooked become important. We get so little of her, that everything becomes significant.

And Korkie - who hangs around for a couple episodes, but otherwise has no real importance, suddenly becomes significant.

And that, for me, is the crux of the issue. I hate, hate, hate wasted story elements, and if Korkie is so superfluous as to be negligible, then why did we waste not just money, and time, but story on him. And if he is unimportant, then his relationship to Satine is unimportant. And if that relationship is insignificant, then we lose something integral and revealing about Satine, and now suddenly there is less of her to relate to Obi-Wan, and so anything revealed about him becomes less important, too.

Maybe this feels like a stretch, and maybe it is, but to me, Korkie feels very much like Chekhov’s gun.

And it would drive me CRAZY if he were to go unexamined, and unused.

So this whole story was an examination of “What does Korkie tell us about Obi-Wan that we didn’t know before? And what can Korkie tell us about Vader?”

Because what is Vader if not Obi-Wan’s Fallen son?

This was essentially the thesis for this piece: despite the fact that Vader/Anakin had all of Obi-Wan’s attention, love, and time it is Korkie who truly embodies the legacy of his father.

And while I know that “found family” is a massively important part in the SW universe, I think there’s a larger discussion to be had about other aspects of family. The answer isn’t always that Blood is Bad, and that heritage is shameful or unimportant. Sometimes, where you came from does matter. Some people do find strength, and pride, and hope, and motivation, and support in their origins - even if it’s something they’re divorced from in a physical or temporal way.

For me, Korkie is an opportunity to examine a father/son relationship where neither of the two people have an attachment beyond blood, but -

There is still one of love. 

But instead of Anakin’s selfish, possessive love for his family, both Obi-Wan and Korkie relate to each other, and treat each other with empathy, compassion, and respect. Their love is noble. Selfless. They put entire worlds before each other. And Korkie learned that from his dad.

A personal pet peeve is this constant depiction of kids whose parents are in high stakes jobs feeling neglected or abandoned. How many cop shows have bratty kids acting out because their dad is never home to share dinner? How many medical dramas show the children of doctors lashing out because mom spends more time at work than at ballet class? 

It drives me crazy.

As the child of a medical worker with an on-call schedule, I can say that neither I, nor my siblings, nor any of the other children of my mum’s coworkers have EVER felt neglected. We have never felt unfairly or selfishly entitled to our parents’ time. Because we knew - because someone (another parent? A grandparent? A teacher?) explained to us, and taught us at a young age that what our parents were doing was important. We understood that there were life or death stakes, and that we were very loved, and very much the priority - just not every second. Because sometimes, a life was on the line.

And Obi-Wan Kenobi was fighting to save a galaxy. 

I just cannot in any way believe that a child whose mother was a ruler of a planet plagued with civil unrest and a significant terrorist group, and whose father was a Jedi Master, and in charge of securing peace and freedom across the stars would ever be so selfish, and so uncompassionate as to begrudge the sacrifice of his parents.

Korkie Kenobi is an abject example of selfless love. The kind of love the Jedi aspire to. The kind of love that Anakin absolutely does not understand, and fails to embrace.

And it’s not because Qui-Gon died (Korkie never had that kind of paternal relationship), and it’s not because Shmi was killed (Korkie’s mother also dies tragically), but because of the maturity of the person, and the quality of Korkie’s character.

So to pit a Korkie just coming into his own as an adult, aware of his father, and recently bereaved of his mother against a Vader just coming into his own as a Sith…

That, to me, evoked very interesting narrative avenues to explore.

In this universe, Korkie and Obi-Wan have recently reconnected (Korkie having helped Boil retrieve Obi-Wan from an ill-advised trip to Mandalore where Obi-Wan learned that Anakin had become Vader for the first time), and they both know what they are to each other. Obi-Wan has begged for forgiveness, and given Korkie his lineage, and his legacy in the form of Qui-Gon’s lightsaber - something that Anakin never got. Vader wants it.

So let’s get into it:

“Perhaps, I killed a Jedi and took it from him.” 

This first line - it’s like poetry, it rhymes.

Vader asks where Korkie got the blade, and Korkie replies...in Qui-Gon’s words. He doesn’t know this, of course. It’s just a coincidence. But the remains of Anakin hear it. Anakin recognises it, and it galls him that this boy - Obi-Wan’s replacement of him - seems to be able to claim the lineage he wishes he had. Korkie is stealing his family. And he doesn’t know them. He doesn’t deserve them. He’s not entitled to them the way Anakin is. 

And this is also one of the first things Anakin ever heard a Jedi say. This was the beginning of Qui-Gon’s promise. This is a moment in which Anakin first thought he might find salvation. It was the start of his life, in some ways. This was pure, good, and trusting Anakin Skywalker. 

It’s an absolute anathema to him, now. Now, when he’s lost everything. When he’s filled with doubt, and hate, and fear, and suffering. It makes him angry. Because he doesn’t want to see that he was Korkie. He doesn’t want to see that he had this chance, and blew it. And Korkie - who never had Qui-Gon, who never had Obi-Wan - can speak the words without even (in Anakin’s mind) earning them.

Also, and most obviously, Anakin killed the Jedi. And yet...he didn’t kill Obi-Wan. He did not kill that Jedi, and take this blade.

Korkie is alive. Obi-Wan is alive. Anakin resents it. Obi-Wan should not exist without him. Obi-Wan should have no legacy but Vader. Because Anakin doesn’t. 

Clumsy fingers beneath sleek synth leather gloves close over the hilt, the silver of it glinting merrily in the grasp of a cold fist. 

To me, it was important that we see the weakness of Vader. His hands are not his own. The flesh of Anakin Skywalker is gone, and beneath the serenity of the mask, and the shadow of black, he’s fumbling. Korkie’s wrong-footed him, and he feels young, and insufficient in the face of this boy. This is all about Anakin’s insecurity.

Korkie speaking words he shouldn’t know - speaking in the voice of a literal Jedi - so calm, and so collected (negotiating with the serenity of his father) scares Anakin. He’s hearing and seeing the ghosts of the people he betrayed. 

And the blade itself is merry because it belongs in the hand of Korkie. It knows (and the narrative knows) that it won’t be long in Vader’s grasp. It transcends the dark. It glints, and is optimistic. It’s a symbol of faith. It’s delight in being claimed by Korkie is symbolic of Qui-Gon’s own approval of his legacy. Qui-Gon Jinn chooses Korkie Kenobi.

But the thing is, it’s not because he’s a Kenobi. It’s because he chooses to act, and speak like a Jedi. Anakin fears - and knows - he never received this blade because Qui-Gon Jinn would not approve of what he’s done. This is Qui-Gon’s repudiation of Anakin Skywalker. The blade is laughing at Anakin.

“Impossible,” Lord Vader says. “I am growing tired of your games, boy. I shall only ask once more: who gave it to you?”

And then Anakin answers the same way he did as a child. He is still a selfish, defiant, fearful child. He denies the possibility that Korkie could have killed a Jedi. 

Now, of course, he knows that the Jedi are dead, he knows that Korkie is not a Jedi, and he’s also denying the possibility that Korkie could have done it.

And, more than that, he’s denying the very possibility that Korkie could speak - could somehow know - Qui-Gon’s words. There is no way that this boy should be speaking with that voice. It’s impossible.

It’s a three-fold denial.

As a more technical thing, Vader’s voice was really hard for me to do, because this Vader still had to be recognisable as Anakin. He’s only been Vader for about a year at this point, maybe a little longer, and he’s just been thrown back into his childhood by memory, so the voice had to hit this balance point between Anakin and Vader.

This is an Anakin who uses language to build himself up. He doesn’t quite buy his own authority - it is so easily undercut by an unarmed boy, here, after all - so he makes himself sound like the seat of power...Obi-Wan. He mimics the slightly elevated phrasing of his former master, and condescends, calling him “boy”. He speaks to Korkie in the voice of Korkie’s father. But it’s distorted, and clunky because it is not Anakin’s voice to claim. And he hasn’t had all the practice that the next 18 years will provide him with, yet.

So theoretically, if I did it right, the motivation - the drive of the sentence - is Anakin, but the pattern is an echo of Obi-Wan.

I also think this is probably the third time Vader’s asked Korkie (iirc), and that’s just a classic storytelling technique - things, especially questions, lessons, or events, happen three times. 

Korkie replies differently every time.

“I cannot say,” he replies.

So, at first, Korkie answered a question with a question. He was brash, young, and openly defiant. He replied in the way that Anakin or Obi-Wan may have if they’d been captured. He asked who Vader was. He didn’t know him - he doesn’t know him.

Vader is his brother, and yet Vader - Anakin - has been erased. His own family doesn’t know him. Has no reason to. He isn’t a person anymore. He’s a monster with no face, no name, no history, and no future. He has no claim to his own past.

Then, when Vader asks again, Korkie asks why it matters.

It’s a slight change of tactic, but one that Korkie thinks might put him on a more even playing field. If he knows why it’s important, then maybe they can work out a deal. Maybe he can...negotiate. Again, Vader hears shades of Obi-Wan’s cunning in this kid’s voice.

It also forces Vader to confront the reason he wants this blade - but that reason is intimately connected to Anakin. So Korkie is humanising him. He’s offering Vader a piece of himself. But Vader won’t take it.

Then, after Korkie’s spoken like Qui-Gon, Vader asks again, and Korkie denies him utterly. He cannot say. It’s impossible. It’s something beyond his control.

“Cannot?” says Vader. “Or will not?” 

“I will not.” His voice is firm, and does not shake.

Or is it? Because then, Korkie does what Vader does not. He takes responsibility for his choice. It’s not out of his hands. He’s choosing - deliberately, and decisively - to deny Vader. And he does not flinch. He does not hide. He looks into Vader’s face, knowing he might condemn himself to suffering, and death, and chooses that.

This is Korkie as a Jedi. He makes the same sacrifice the Jedi make - he looks into the Dark and chooses the Light.

And in this instance, he has replaced Anakin because he’s protecting Obi-Wan. Korkie is at Obi-Wan’s back. Korkie is making a choice to shield the person he loves - though he hardly knows him - because it is right. He loves freely, and selflessly. He loves Obi-Wan in a way that Anakin betrayed, but Korkie will not betray Obi-Wan here.

 He reaches again for that serenity: a flash of copper hair, of soft robes, of blue eyes. 

Korkie Kenobi is Force sensitive. Of course, he is. He is the culmination of a series of Light choices, and selfless sacrifice. He, at the end of the Clone Wars, comes out as the very thing they were fighting for. It’s not lost. Obi-Wan isn’t lost - he still shaped Korkie. He still saved something - something of the Force, something of the Light, and something of himself. He saved Satine. He saved the Jedi. He’s not fought and sacrificed in vain.

And so, though it is still rough, and untrained, though, like his relationship with his father, it’s still new, Korkie instinctively seeks to soothe himself, to find peace, so stay calm. In this moment where he is confronted with a Sith Lord, alone, and unarmed he chooses to reach for peace…

And his peace, his hope, is Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He reaches for his dad.

Just like Obi-Wan reaches out for Qui-Gon’s ghost. Just like Anakin reaches out for Obi-Wan (seriously can’t have one conversation without mentioning him). Just like Luke reaches out for Anakin.

Korkie seeks comfort in the Force through the person he most finds solace in. And it doesn’t matter that he and Obi-Wan are nearly strangers, because they choose not to be. And because Obi-Wan is the ideal that Korkie strives for.

Obi-Wan has taught him something about serenity, and bravery, and hope. So when Korkie thinks of calm, and thinks of making his father proud, he sees Obi-Wan. Just flashes in his memory.

And the colours of Obi-Wan are symbolic - the fire of his hair, the chaos of the galaxy and war, the colour of the sand on Tatooine, the heat of its suns, and the shared blood between them. The blue of his eyes like water in the desert, an oasis, a salvation, an open sea, the clear sky, something vast and all encompassing and cool. The soft robes are an embrace. Obi-Wan is a home in the Force.

(Ironically, this is also what Anakin as Vader thinks of, and is thinking of because he also knows Obi-Wan, and so the next beat of this scene shows Vader and Korkie accidentally sharing thoughts. An easy mistake, as they’re essentially running into each other at the same restaurant!)

ANYWAY -

A, um, brief analysis of this passage from Or Else I Shall Be Lost

I hope you enjoyed it!!! And thank you so much @tree-scapes for tagging me!!!!! 

#korkie kenobi #meta #sw fic #obi-wan kenobi #korkie #darth vader #writers #gffa #anakin skywalker #qui-gon jinn

[nny11writes]

can you do a fic rec for family oriented tcw fics? I feel like I've read everything lol

Hey anon, thanks for stopping by! I can certainly try, but I’m not sure exactly what you mean by family oriented. Just, like, generally across the genres Imma try. But I will say as I was doing this, several of these are not strictly TCWs. Some are actually outside that completely but still include the main trio and Padme as major characters so I’ve put them in here in case you’d like to give them a whirl.

My absolute #1 suggestion for under appreciated family fics:“Where I’ve Always Been” series by Gabby (Kirahsoka) 

It’s not clone wars exclusive, it does build from TCW’s forwards and is both a barrissoka fic and semi-medieval AU. But you wanna talk family oriented? This series is THE BEST FUCKING THING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone comes together and there’s a constant focus on family first. Gabby does a great job at address the ups and downs of family, and always writes relationships that are either A. Healthy as Fuck and Beautiful, or B. Unhealthy With Everyone Involved Trying. I love this series. I could probably write a whole fucking long ass post about this series lol! It’s got god damned everything, Luminara is amazing, Obi-Wan is fantastic, the original characters I would die for. The thing that might be lacking for you in here is there isn’t a lot of Padme or Anakin. There’s more Anakin than Padme, but he’s really not a main character of this series. Ahsoka, Barriss, and their daughters really become the focal point but I’m not lying when I say basically everyone fucking shows up to this one. It’s amazing and I beg you to give it the chance it deserves, it’s SUPRA, and you will understand what the hell I mean when you get in deep enough lol!

Also straight up, up front, Mylordshesacactus and alexkablob have both written some fantastic barrissoka fics that often also have a focus on family (looking at you Brave AU and Beauty and the Beast AU). If you haven’t looked at their stuff, and don’t mind the barrissoka, I think their works are fantastic!

NOW ONTO THE REST OF THE RECS

“Stuck in the Middle With You” by victoria_p (musesfool)  is a fucking delight of the trio having to share a bed platonicly (or however that’s spelled ig??). It’s got great humor and the way the three of them are just so well written is excellent. I love re-reading this one!

"Sometimes a family is a cultural anthropologist, a PoliSci PhD, a snippy sophomore, a golden cat, a Snorkie, and a guy who just wants to build a really smart robot” by all these lovelies: bessyboo, cantarina, exmanhater, forzandopod, heartequals (savvygambols), Opalsong, reena_jenkins, sophinisba, theleanansidhe!!! This is actually a pod fic/audio book, but I have trouble listening to stories so I am SO glad they included a transcript. This shit is gold! It’s sweet, it’s funny, it’s ridiculous. Anakin and Ahsoka run a youtube channel for “Waffle or Waffle Not!” where they pour various things into a waffle iron to see what works. Padme and Obi-Wan show up too, as it is obianidala. I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love this fic and the dynamics between everyone.

“The Living Force” by mathelode (engmaresh) is quick look at Anakin teaching Ahsoka how to choose insects and bugs to eat. There’s some crude humor (barf jokes mostly) but I do like the way Anakin and Ahsoka interact!

“Of Love and Family” by Ferith12 is exactly what is says on the tin. All about Ahsoka and the family she finds along the way.

“Saw The Waves But Not The Tides” by Meiloorun  is a bit dialogue heavy but focuses on Anakin and Rex talking about war and family when they get a transmission from Mandalore. It’s a really nice fic to me, feels cozy!

“Little One” by Fawkes_Rinzler  is a great Plo Koon & Ahsoka Tano fic about sharing a language together. They’re family and this is the hill I will DIE ON.

Parts 3-5 of the “Pesky Birthday Gifts” by peskylilcritterare short and sweet little slice of life fics that aren’t explicitly family oriented but I read then that way. It’s totally possible the rest of the series is great too, I just haven’t had as much interest to read them/look at them (some of it is fan art I think).

I know this is not a TCW only fic recs, but! I swear my stand by these days, “Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns” and “Shifting Sands” are both fantastic Leia centered fics by chancecraz! There’s a lot of focus on what makes family, and family relationships/importance in both of them so I’d highly recommend them. They are VERY long, and there is plenty of drama and angst inside so it’s not family in that fluffy happy fam way all the time. Vader, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are all major players, as is Rex. But it /is/ more OG and Rebels than TCW. Still I’d say give them a read!

The “Jedi Shmi AU” series by MirandaTam covers more than just TCW, but a lot of it does take place during that time frame. There’s some great Tatooine culture building in the series and I really love the way the characters are imagined in this AU. “Shwiya Root Soap” by sharkcar is a great look at the dynamic between Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Padme. It’s a relaxed feeling fic to me. No high angst drama, and a lot of really nice long hold points with characters working through a lot. There’s still some action and romance etc, so it’s not sedate. A well balanced one I think! It is 1st person PoV which I know can throw some folks off but I think it’s fantastic.“The Light You Leave Behind” by laventadorn is a post Ahsoka leaving the order fic, and did in large part plant the seeds of Padme Says No, which exploded after I saw a post here on tumblr that was *mwah*. It is unfinished with the last update in 2016, I still rec it! It’s got a good mix of things going on genre wise, and I love the way Padme was written in this one.

The whole “b sides (SW lawyer AU)” by triviaseesaw (ladydaredevil)  kicks ASS. It is a daredevil AU but you don’t have to know anything about that to enjoy it. I also really like that this one is multiple SW fandom friendly. There are stories focusing on prequels, og, and sequels, as well as the animated series but you can sort of pick and choose which ones you want to actually follow. There’s fluff, drama, angst, the whole nine yards dude. There’s a lot of focus on what is family and how to connect with one another. It is vaderkin status tho so just a heads up!Okay, look, “good opinion once lost”  also by triviaseesaw (ladydaredevil) isn’t completely a family oriented fic, it is a barrissoka fic. But there is still family stuff involved! It is a Pride and Prejudice AU, and while I will admit I never got into P&P, I love this story and I had to rec it

Alright, I need to just rec all of triviaseesaw (ladydaredevil)’s stuff. While some of it is more romance focused, almost everything still includes a good cast of people in really unique and fun AU’s and settings. This is probably not what you’re look for but I realized I was gonna rec more of their work and so here’s the link.“all the words you do not speak” listed via orphan_account, is not a happy family fic. It is hurt/comfort post Rako Hardeen, but it focuses on the Trio and their bonds so I think it would still work out.

The “Circle ‘round the Sun” by risinggreatness is one that I remember loving. I went nuts every time I saw that series name pop up in my emails as updated. But I will also be honest, it’s got so many entries that it’s all become a mush of “oh HELL yeah” in my head. Like, I wanna go feral over the characters and relations but I can’t explain why. I do know that it deals across a lot of times and relationships which is part of why I liked it, but it is focused on TCW.

#star wars #fic recs #star wars the clone wars #here's the thing this is what I found after just an hour and a half #refreshing my memory in my history section on AO3 #and it's a slim fraction #hopefully there's stuff on this list you haven't read before! #but if you look at this and go #T-T I've done it all and/or I can't stand a trope/set up in these #hit me up again and I will look some more! #192 is a reminder for ME #hey future me #fuggin don't forget dumby! #Anonymous

[gffa]

The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi | by Ryder Windham “What if the boy decides he wants to be with his mother?”  “That would be Anakin’s choice.”  It shows how clear the narrative about being a Jedi is a choice, as well as that Anakin could have left at any time.  Even after he got to Coruscant, he could have changed his mind.  He could have left when he was Obi-Wan’s Padawan, Yoda specifically says they’re not jailers and wouldn’t stop him.  There’s a whole line of Jedi Masters even who chose to leave, right there in the library for anyone to see.  When Ahsoka left, Anakin says he’s thought about it a lot, he knows he can.  In the Attack of the Clones section of the matching book to this one (The Rise and Fall of Darth Vader), Anakin asks himself if he wants to leave to be with Padme, knowing that he could. Both the Jedi and Anakin himself have repeatedly shown that he could leave--but he chose to stay and, whether or not that was the right choice for him (no shade on either Anakin or the Jedi if they weren’t a good fit for each other--sometimes I think they weren’t, sometimes I think they could have been a great fit, if it weren’t for Palpatine’s influence), it was absolutely his choice.  Even if he’d wanted to leave as a Padawan, wanted to run off and go do whatever with the skills he’d learned (as long as it wasn’t murdering people/etc.), he knew he wouldn’t be stopped--he just wouldn’t be a Jedi anymore, because Jedi have rules they have to obey, given their granted authority in the Republic. If he didn’t want that, he knew exactly where the door was and knew he could walk out it at any time.  Even as far back as The Phantom Menace, an important point is Anakin’s agency in his choices.  That is the central theme to the character, imo, across the entire span of his storyline.  He made his choices, for often complicated reasons and not without outside influence, but they were his choices and that’s why his story means so much to me, as someone who has done a lot of struggling to make good choices for myself, too. Also, Qui-Gon finding a sneaky way to help Shmi is delightful to me!  ♥

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #qui gon jinn #meta #novels

[anghraine]

“the jedi and the sith lord” - chapter six

It’s short, but ends where I wanted it to!

Last chapter:

Amidala, Lucy thought blankly. Amidala was her mother?

A senator? A founder of the Rebellion?

A protégée of the Emperor’s?

This chapter:

Yet again, she wondered how he’d come by Padmé’s possessions. She had no difficulty imagining him seizing anything of value to him from anyone, dead or alive, but why these? Why—

Obi-Wan never told you about Padmé? 

Lucy exhaled, not wanting to give in. But this might be her only chance. She said,

“Did you know my mother?”

chapters: The Adventures of Lucy Skywalker– prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight, chapter nine, chapter ten; The Imperial Menace–chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven; The Jedi and the Sith Lord—chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five

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Lucy woke blearily, her thoughts immediately skittering between Padmé Amidala and the Rogue One team. She could still hardly believe that she’d seen Captain Andor and Jyn Erso and all the rest, and yet it seemed scarcely more incredible than knowing her mother’s name. 

Amidala. Queen, senator, Rebel. 

No, Lucy thought. Padmé. If Vader could go around calling her by her first name, so could Lucy. 

Shadows flickered around her. Still sleepy, Lucy just blinked. What had Padmé thought of her, in those first unremembered minutes? What had she expected for her daughter? Hoped? 

What about Andor and Erso and Rook and—loyally, she tried to recall each face. The blind monk whose name she still didn’t remember. The burly man whom she suspected might be his husband. The shapeshifting droid. Lieutenant Sefla. They’d wanted to see her. What had they thought, as she babbled about Vader and her captivity and all of it? They hadn’t seemed disappointed, or … they’d wanted to help. So many people did. Padmé, too, in her last days.

Lucy had no memory of Padmé or what she might have said, but she focused tightly on the team whose sacrifice had led to her victory. 

Remember who you are. 

Be ready.

Don’t spend your life without reason.

You can always do more alive than dead.

You are never alone in the Force.

There’s someone who can help you—

Who? Where?

One of the shadows, roughly human-shaped, drew nearer to her, blotting out the lighter ones around it. How odd. Lucy’s thoughts drifted from her vision and her past, to the present moment. Was she still asleep?

“Who are—”

With a click, the shadows all slightly lightened.

“Good morning, Miss Lucy!” 

Lucy squinted at the human-ish shadow. “Tuvié?”

“Can you visually identify me?” she asked. “Are you going to jump again?”

“No,” said Lucy. “That is, not at the moment. And I can’t see … but I can see something.” 

She turned her head right and left, reaching for tendrils of the Force to make sense of the blurry shapes around her. She had to close her eyes, slow her breathing, and try several times to manage it, but when she looked around again, her sense of the objects around her matched up with her muddled vision.

She pointed across the room at something tall, broad, and rectangular. “That’s the wardrobe, right?”

“Why, yes!” said Tuvié. Something about her voice struck Lucy as a little strange. Not very, just … off. Was she lying? “How wonderful! You’ll be fully recovered in no time!”

It didn’t feel like no time. Lucy almost itched for the day when she’d be what she was before the carbon-freeze. But that could bring its own danger with it. Vader might well be less tolerant of her resistance once she could see. He certainly might if she kept reaching for the Force—whatever he’d said, she knew he wanted her to turn to the Dark Side so he could use her for his own ends, whatever they might be. He didn’t really want her to be a Jedi. Certainly not a proper Jedi, walking in the Light.

Lucy didn’t know how much Tuvié had been told of the real situation—clearly not much—but perhaps some part of that knowledge had percolated through her circuits. Or maybe something else was bothering her.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Lucy said. “Tuvié, are you all right?”

Tuvié went absolutely silent for several moments. Then she said,

“Yes! I always am! My programming, equipment, and component parts are all of excellent quality.”

“Right,” said Lucy.

“It—it is very kind of you to ask,” Tuvié went on, her tone lowering. “Especially when I will soon be providing such limited services to you.”

Lucy had told herself that she couldn’t trust Vader’s droids. She had no business developing attachments to them. Nevertheless, she burst out,

“You’re leaving?”

“Leaving? Not at all,” said Tuvié. “But once you have full command of your senses, you will require much less assistance from me. I shall continue to guard and protect you to the utmost of my capacities, of course.”

She sounded positively morose. It might be an act, or a limitation of her knowledge or programming, but— 

There’s someone who can help you, Lucy remembered the monk saying. No, that wasn’t quite right. There’s someone there who can help you. Who will, if you follow your feelings.

Someone here, in the castle. Had he meant Tuvié?

It was, in all honesty, difficult to imagine him meaning anyone else. Still, even free droids were usually loyal to their programmers, and Tuvié seemed devoted to Vader. How was Lucy, a mere … guest, supposed to break through that in time to achieve anything? What could Tuvié even do for her, anyway?

Lucy concentrated on the anxious swirl of her emotions. She couldn’t quite pick them out, not as she had the night before, and the Force was slipping out of her grasp. But she liked Tuvié. Was that the kind of feeling she could trust? Could she trust Tuvié?

“I’m sure I’ll still need your help,” Lucy told her, and managed a faint smile. “At least with Sen—with Mother’s clothes.”

“I hadn’t considered that!” said Tuvié, her tone brightening. “They are quite complex. Yes, you’re correct.”

Lucy paused, then replied, “Ei-yanà.”

“I didn’t catch that, Miss Lucy,” Tuvié said.

Lucy couldn’t hang onto the smile, but she made sure her voice was firm as she dropped from the bed to the floor. 

“That’s how we’d say it.”

Tuvié gave a loud squeak. “In the mystery language?”

“Alsaraic,” said Lucy, heading towards the fresher. 

“Al-sa-rai-ic,” Tuvié repeated dutifully. “Ei-yanà. You are correct. Valiya. Maker. No—you said it was closer to ‘mother’ in typical usage, yes? And then you said that both your valì and valiya had been terminated. Valì is … father?”

“That’s right,” said Lucy, peering around at the muddled shadows of the fresher. She nearly jumped when Tuvié stepped forward and began methodically unbraiding her hair, even though she’d grown used to it, or thought she had. Lucy didn’t quite have the heart to tell Tuvié that she could do it on her own.

She couldn’t, however, figure out the controls on the sonic shower on her own; they were too blurry to even distinguish as separate objects. Teeth gritted, Lucy stepped into the shower stall and waited.

Tuvié only turned on the cleanser after a very cold second.

“But what would you call yourself, Miss Lucy?”

Kavashti, thought Lucy, though she’d almost never even heard the word, only the Basic equivalent. 

Freeborn. 

On Tatooine, or at least the part of Tatooine that she knew, freeborn didn’t mean just anyone free from birth. It referred to the ones who would have been born into slavery, if luck had not intervened—the children of freed slaves and of slave families. Among the people Lucy had known, it was as often an insult as not. But Beru said that kavashti was a term of honour and joy among the Alsarai, that Shmi had told her so when Beru admitted that her grandfather was freeborn.

She didn’t feel like explaining it all to Tuvié, and the sound of the shower at least gave her an excuse not to. She didn’t even know why it had come into her head.

When the roar of the cleanser and its vibrations against her skin stopped, Lucy stepped out, shivering, onto the floor. 

“Da,” she said at last. “That’s I.”

-

Once she was dressed, Lucy hurried out of her bedroom with Tuvié, determined to pick up whatever details she could with her dim new vision. Following the half-familiar path that she took everyday, she peered at the blurry dark shapes all around her while offering words and phrases to Tuvié, who seemed even more delighted than usual. 

They were nearly to the dining hall by the time it struck Lucy that, if she’d been able to sense Vader when she connected herself to the Force, he might well have sensed her in return. She guessed so, at any rate; there was a lot she still didn’t know about how the Force worked. 

Well, she wasn’t going to cut herself off just to hide. Lucy couldn’t see what else she might do about it, except ignore the clench in her chest.

She straightened. 

“Mm,” she said. “Is that breakfast? It smells delicious.”

She had only just sat down and reached for something she presumed to be a fork when she felt the darkness of the Force in the place sharpening into something weightier and more mingled. Vader. 

Lucy’s fingers tightened on the utensil. 

“Is this a fork?” she asked Tuvié, as lightly as she could. 

“Yes,” said Tuvié, adjusting her grip. “There you are, Miss Lucy. Do you need further assistance in manipulating the meal?”

“Maybe,” said Lucy, not quite willing to trust her management of the fuzzy object on her plate. “But I was asking for you. It’s a kila.”

The heavy presence drew nearer.

“Kila!” Tuvié repeated happily. “That is how you say fork?”

“Yes. My aunt used to say savà kilad—that’s ‘use your fork.’ I didn’t like them for some reason when I was little.”

“Ah, so possession is indicated by—”

The door slammed open.

“Lord Vader!” exclaimed Tuvié. “Good morning! As you can see, Miss Lucy is nearly prepared for an enjoyable and fulfilling day!”

Vader’s steps thudded forwards, until he stood almost immediately behind Lucy. Her muscles twitched. She tended to think he’d kill her face-to-face, but sitting with her back to Vader, entirely defenseless, was not something she’d recommend to anyone. More nervous than she would admit, Lucy stabbed the thing on her plate. It was unexpectedly fluffy. 

“Let us hope so,” said Vader, his tone dry enough that Lucy suspected even Tuvié would notice it. “Well done, F-2VA. You may go.”

“Of course, sir.”

As soon as the door shut behind Tuvié, Vader strode past Lucy. In her newfound vision, he was a towering shadow, even more so than in the Force. She swallowed, but refused to betray herself otherwise, instead shoveling Arren’s latest delicacy into her mouth. Eggs, she thought. Better than Aunt Beru’s. He probably had better ingredients to work with, though, here on … wherever.

Vader continued to the end of the table, but didn’t sit. It was hard to imagine, really, outside of a starship. 

“Lucy,” he said, then halted for some reason. 

Lucy ate another bite of eggs. “I’m not turning to the Dark Side.”

Predictably, Vader ignored this, but just loomed, making no sound except for his mechanized breaths. Lucy had almost entirely lost her appetite, but kept eating, doing her best to concentrate on the tastes. That was what her mother would do, wouldn’t it? Or something like that. 

“You will. It is your destiny,” he told her.

“I don’t have a destiny,” replied Lucy. “Everything’s just choices and consequences.”

“You believe that now. But soon, you will learn otherwise.”

Some part of her urged her to ask what he meant by soon. Maybe he just believed that this destiny would come knocking. But maybe he knew something, or intended something. Lucy set the fork down on the edge of the table, nearly jumping when it instead clattered to the floor.

“No, I won’t,” she said, and glanced over at him. “You do know this isn’t going anywhere, right? I’ll never turn, no matter how nice the food or whatever you do or don’t do to me.”

Vader seemed to look down at her. He didn’t move, at least, and the top of his shadow appeared tilted towards her.

“At your age, I thought like you,” he said. “You will come to understand what I did.”

Lucy glared at the shadow. “We’re nothing alike!”

But the memory of the Dark Side cave on Dagobah thrust itself into her mind. She’d reacted just as Vader would have done, hadn’t she? But she’d learned her lesson; he never had. She could be better than her worst instincts.

“You may believe that if it gives you comfort. For now,” said Vader. “Your vision has returned?”

“No,” she said.

“There is no point in lying,” he told her. “The Force reveals the truth.”

“I don’t see why you bother asking questions, then,” said Lucy. “Anyway, it’s only a little. Everything’s still blurry, and mostly just dark.”

“You will almost certainly recover before long,” he said.

“Thanks,” she replied, her tone as dry as his had been. “I don’t suppose it’s occurred to you that it wouldn’t be almost if you hadn’t, I don’t know, stuck me in carbon-freeze and carted me off to only the Force knows where!”

“Bast Castle,” said Vader.

That meant nothing to her. Lucy shrugged it off, and braced herself for whatever would come next. But Vader said nothing more.

For a good five minutes, Lucy remained stubbornly silent, glancing around the dining hall and folding her hands on Amid—Padmé’s skirts, fingers and teeth clenched. 

Yet again, she wondered how he’d come by Padmé’s possessions. She had no difficulty imagining him seizing anything of value to him from anyone, dead or alive, but why these? Why—

Obi-Wan never told you about Padmé? 

Lucy exhaled, not wanting to give in. But this might be her only chance. She said,

“Did you know my mother?”

Vader gazed down at her, his outline perfectly still. Several seconds passed.

“Yes,” he said, and stalked out of the room.

#anghraine's fic #the jedi and the sith lord #rule 63 #genderbending #tuvié #/ #// #/// #//// #lucy skywalker #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #star wars #long post

[padawansuggest]

I have about a million and a half reasons for HATING the fact that ‘child stealers’ is a literal canon thing in the SW universe, most of which amount to the fact that stealing children and giving them to ‘better’ (usually whiter) families is literally a form of genocide and even if it’s not for the sake of child assimilation and genocide, you can’t deny that that’s absolutely terrible. Murder isn’t any less terrible if it’s only one person compared to a thousand, and stealing only one child is also bad compared to those thousands.

Now, here’s another reason that this should get everyone’s blood boiling (and by ‘get your blood boiling’ I mean ‘a million reasons to absolutely ignore this canon and refuse to ever put it in a fic ever but also acknowledge that it exists and we need to call it out for the racism/classism that it is), you know, other than the fact that Jedi are CHILD ABUSERS and should never have access to a SINGLE child let alone any force sensitive child they feel like, is the idea that by this logic, the majority of the children they kidnap and force into emotional abuse, are likely wanted by their parents.

Imagine that, though. Imagine being a couple with a surrogate. Maybe you don’t have the reproductive parts, maybe you won’t risk it because of bad health, maybe you have a specific issue you don’t want to pass down to your kids. Either way, you went out of your way to have this child. You’re paying astronomical fees just to see this child into the world and give them a happy and healthy life.

All that goes down the tube when they take your child’s midichlorian count in the hospital. The number is too high. You now know that your time with that child is limited before a Jedi shows up to claim them. The courts won’t rule in your favor if you’re in the republic.

First of all: I fucking understand why so many planets wanted to leave the republic. Fuck I’d be pissed, like damn.

Second of all: if the senate didn’t have so much oversight in the Jedi order, the Jedi wouldn’t be authorized to do this because if they were neutral, they wouldn’t have authority anywhere but where it’s given.

Third of all: imagine how those parents feel. It wasn’t ONLY Shmi Skywalker who lost a child to the Jedi order. Imagine how many grief counselors out there are specifically trained to help parents who’ve faced a loss from the Jedi order. They are going through the EXACT same grief as parents who’s children have died, because the Jedi REFUSE to tell them about their families and won’t even tell the parents if their child is ALIVE and well or not.

Fuck I’m so angry, I have a million reasons to hate this, half of them are because it’s a form of genocide, and half of them are because it’s going to hurt the parents just as much as it’s going to hurt these emotionally abused babies.

Jedi are child abusers. You’re allowed to like and love aspects of their culture and characters, but don’t forget that they are child abusers. Both emotionally and physically (yes, sending 13 year old padawans on missions to highly dangerous planets where they might, oh I don’t know, starve or end up in a fucking child war, that’s abuse) these children are abused, and then if they don’t ‘make the cut’ they’re forced out of the only home they’ve ever known (without even giving them the option to go back to their birth family) and made into laborers.

It’s delightful isn’t it.

#star wars #child abuse #child abduction