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wolfs-writing-den · 4 days

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Snippet #1 - Aftermath

Obi-Wan and Dragon!Anakin escape, with the main casualty being Anakin’s arm. This is the late-night, unedited, rambling edition of a conversation that comes later- after the reveal that Dragon!Anakin is In Fact Vader The Sith.

Dw tho. I’m sure things go fine later. Mace is gonna be thrilled.

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“Vader… your arm needs treatment. This ship’s kit barely has a decent strip of bacta, you need professional medical treatment-“

“Then drop me off at the next spaceport, and go home, Obi-wan.”

The Jedi seemed torn, and at that he could only growl through clenched teeth. The room swayed, another flash of pain left him almost breathless, clouding his senses and adding to the fog coating his thoughts.

Obi-Wan was shaking his head. Why was Obi-Wan shaking his head?

“I’m not going to abandon you.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you are injured! Severely!”

“That has never stopped anyone before!” Anakin’s growl turned thunderous, eyes flashing sickly golden-yellow. Obi-Wan faltered, before setting his jaw and staring back just as fiercely.

“Jedi do not just discard their allies- their friends- so easily.”

“Good, because I am neither-“ Anakin hissed, irritation and pain fueling his ire against this stubborn, stupid old man. “- I am a Monster, Jedi Knight. Worse even- a Sith Monster.” He spat, teeth sharpening into fangs even as a white-hot pounding in his bones warned against any further shift.

“I don't need your mercy or your help.”

The sad look he got from Obi-Wan in response only stoked the flames. With a bitter curse he moved to stand- only to try and brace himself with his missing hand. A guttural cry ripped from his throat as the roughly-bandaged remains of his forearm failed him, sending him to the floor in a rather inelegant heap.

Or well- he would’ve ended up there had Obi-Wan not caught him. He fell limp against the Jedi, his remaining hand clutching the other’s robes as he let himself be guided down to their knees. The gentleness and care that Obi-Wan took startled him, so abruptly different from his usual existence. It felt utterly surreal, like this was all merely a fever dream.

“No monster would’ve saved my young padawan like you did- no sith would’ve taken the care to ensure safe escape for all those slaves at the camp.”

“…” Anakin shivered, falling into the warmth of the Jedi holding him up, breathing ragged and broken. His arm burned, his senses felt muddled- the force was muted in a way it never had been before and instinctively, he knew it was associated with the loss of his arm. It would never be the same again.

“I- I am no friend of the Jedi.” His voice felt hoarse, and his words lost their bite. He was pretty sure he’d reopened something and was bleeding all over Obi-Wan. “You and Ahsoka don’t count. You’re both crazy.”

He got a quiet chuckle at that.

“But I’m serious. What do you think will happen when you bring me back to that fancy temple of yours on Coruscant?”

“You’ll get medical treatment, and proper care afterwards. You have valuable information- a deal could be struck for your safety. A sort of witness protection.”

Anakin could only blink up at the man owlishly, his sheer naivety astounding. “Obi-Wan…. I’ll be put in suppressing cuffs and thrown in the brig. They’ll torture whatever information they want out of me and then kill me if they know what’s good for them.”

Even before he was done talking, the other’s head was shaking ‘no’. Again. Damn him.

“Please- trust me. If you can’t trust the Jedi, trust in me. I won’t let your wounds go untreated- you lost your arm saving us, Vader. If you don’t get treatment now you may lose your life-“ his voice cracked, and to Anakin’s flagging consciousness, the emotion over something so trivial made absolutely no sense.

But… Obi-Wan believed it. The truth of his promise chimed out into the force, even muted as it was. He was so, so tired…..

“Fine.” He huffed, “do as you see fit.” Black spots flitted in and out of his vision- making his head hurt something fierce. He thought he may have heard his name being called as his eyes slid shut and he slumped against the warmth at his side- but he was unconscious again before it could matter.

Obi-wan was left holding his new charge- hoping desperately that he wasn’t making some horrible, horrible mistake.

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#Draganakin!Au #star wars the clone wars #someone who loves star wars but never actually watched all of the clone wars tv show tries to write fics set in the series: the saga #obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #that one where Anakin is a Dragon #Sith!Anakin #vaderkin #a bit? that will be explored and or explained later #fanfic snippet #star wars fanfiction #idk what else to tag #severe injury #loss of limb #maybe one day I’ll tag like a functional tumblr account #maybe one day I’ll sleep!#dragon

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stuffedeggplants · 7 days

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Filoni repeatedly ignoring other artists' established work when it suits him aside, I don't think it's necessarily a huge issue that Morgan Elsbeth originates the earliest concept of what eventually becomes the TIE Defender program. There's a lot of blank space in her story during which she can take an interest in engineering and ship design, and if she's been watching/paying attention to the Imperial military for a long time, maybe it's not completely unreasonable that she could have identified a space that could be better filled by something like the Defender. That doesn't contradict Thrawn advocating for such a program, getting it, and pulling together all the people and resources he needs to turn Elsbeth's PowerPoint slides into reality. Thrawn doesn't need to be an engineer for this; he just needs to bring engineers together and enable them however he can to make things happen.

#I know I typed all that but I'm actually not a huge fan of this lore decision #but ultimately it's a minor thing so whatever #The Pellaeon continuity thing seems like a bigger issue especially if he has explicitly not met Thrawn before Zahn says he does #And honestly I don't remember #I'd have to go back to the books again #I don't want to excuse Filoni doing this again but I guess I could envision a scenario where Pellaeon and Thrawn do associate #before Pellaeon is transferred to the 7th fleet #That's the fanfic writer in me speaking #looking at what's happened with hands on my tool belt like 'yeah I can fix that'#star wars #Tales of the Empire

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hannibalismos-jaaneman · 2 months

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so i told my friend about that meta we have about hannibal trying to impregnate will throughout s1&2 and since she hasn't finished the show yet, her response to it was, and i quote, "ew".

#raj shitposting #lmao i haven't laughed as hard as i laughed when she said that.#she has read THE FILTHIEST FEISTIEST fanfics to EVER EXIST this woman walked away UNSCARRED from vore among other absolutely nasty things.#and her reaction to canonically implied mpreg was ew. ew. that's what she said. ew.#lmao do y'all see how fucking funny that is? that's HILARIOUS.#i told her about will's mizumono scar and she's like will can't get pregnant bro.#well the bitch definitely got an involuntary abortion bro.#and she's like i'm still more mad at hannibal.#like i don't have ONE PERSON on my side in this war.#y'all mad at my canniboi for being upset FOR ALMOST BEING SENT TO JAIL AND THEN ACTUALLY BEING SENT TO JAIL BY THE MAN HE LOVED??#eff off #hannigram #hannibal

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apogean-tides · 11 months

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Ao3 authors incorrectly referring to Runaan as a war criminal because they sympathise with Callum's grief really gripes me.

Ya'll really be out there acting like Runaan scaled the walls of Katolis just to breach all 11 of the Geneva Convention, huh?

#some of you don't know what a war criminal is and it really shows 😭🤧#literally just named my blog 'bureau for Runaan's war crimes' because of this #would actually pay to see some runaan and callum interactions #the dragon prince #tdp #fanfic authors #runaan #tdp runaan #callum #tdp callum

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queenlucythevaliant · 1 year

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I'm watching Star Wars with my roommate, she hasn't seen any of it and she is completely unspoiled I am LIVING

#i have instructed her not to talk about it with anyone or look it up or /anything/ until we're done with all three #her reactions! it's like I'm ten again!#as of the end of ep 4 she doesn't think obi wan is actually dead. she thinks he's faking #she's ehh on han but loves luke and especially leia #we're watching with subtitles because English is her second language #and every time Chewbacca says anything it's subtitled like 'arghh' and it's killing me #it's so hard to have conversations about a Thing You Know Every Detail About with someone just being exposed to it for the first time #it's the same problem i had with lotr but actually worse if you can believe it #bc i genuinely cannot remember a time when i didn't know the difference between an astromech and a protocol droid.#or which one wedge antilles is. or the cut backstory with biggs.#or the names of all the different background characters that you only learn from scouring wookiepedia at age thirteen #for the fanfic you and your sister are writing #idk #i remember what it was like to be new to lotr. not so much with star wars #I don't talk about it much on this blog but i am a huge star wars nerd with strong opinions #i had us flip back over to the despecialized edition for several of scenes (you know the ones) even though they didn't have subs available #bc like. you gotta #and then i try to explain the difference to her and realize how esoteric this stuff is in the scheme of things #idk I'm just rambling at this point #getting to introduce a friend to the art that shaped me totally rules #pontifications and creations #a star wars fan like my father before me

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onwardshimmer · 2 years

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Like a Bantha

Cassian x Melshi oneshot

Mostly fluff. TW suicidal ideation sort of. Not a fun time on Narkina Five.

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Real, proper darkness. Cassian tried to remember it. The kind of dense blackness that made his eyes feel like they were seeing through static, the kind that invited him to rest his eyes and seek new sights in his dreams. When he was small, that sort of darkness scared him. He remembered looking out into the trees and fearing that he saw figures looming towards him, though that feeling of uneasiness was often remedied quickly by a reassuring word or touch from his first mother, his first father. He grew out of his fear for a time and felt brave, emboldened enough to offer that same reassurance to his sister when she made herself small in the night. He remembered his relationship to the dark changing that first night after they were gone, the thick layer of dust in the air from the mine doing nothing to help him distinguish what was a tree and what was a threat.

Now, in this cage of constant oppression, Cassian missed the darkness. The white and red lights lining the floor of the dorm constantly illuminated his mind, reminding him of where he was. The decision to keep them on round the clock must have been an intentional one, he thought. Even when his eyelids pressed together, the dull red permeated his vision and threatened to shock him. Thirty days in, it terrified him, sleeping as close to the inner wall of his cell as possible. Ninety days in, it entranced him, invited him to end his suffering.

“Keef,” he hears, just barely audible from across the floor, from Melshi’s cell. “Stop looking at the lights. They’ll worm their way into your head just the same as your number.”

“Right,” Cassian mutters. He’s thankful for the interruption from his own stream of thoughts, which had been roiling more intensely the longer he was entranced by the red glow, soon to become a rushing river that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay afloat in. Melshi had a habit of rescuing Cassian, even in this prison they were stuck in together.

“What’s keeping you up?” Melshi asked, gently.

“I keep trying to imagine that I’m home, so that I can sleep. But I can’t anymore, I feel like I’m starting to forget what it was like,” he admitted.

“Try. Tell me about it, then I can help you remember when you forget,” Melshi whispered as he scooted closer to the edge of his cell, closer to the man who leaned on him for brief seconds at their table, chronically drained from lack of sleep. He was still unsure if it was out of a genuine need for support, from an inability to stay standing- or if maybe Cassian appreciated his unwavering stability for more sentimental reasons.

Cassian took a moment to think of his old room on Ferrix, where he had lived with Maarva and Clem for so many years. “I had a bantha,” he says.

“A bantha?” he hears in response.

Chuckling quietly, he clarifies “It was a toy, my father gave it to me when I was very small, I think I must’ve been only six or seven- but I still have it now. I was so scared of the dark as a boy. He told me that banthas live in herds, they take care of each other, and that my little bantha would watch over me while I slept. I think it did.”

“I can be your bantha,” he is barely able to hear from the ten-foot divide, as if Melshi wasn’t completely sure of himself, but the honest care and concern was evident in his voice. “Watch over you while you try to rest.”

Cassian felt stirring in his stomach, his heartbeat was more pronounced. “I’d like that,” he replied softly, his eyes smiling, the white lights reflecting in them, not the red.

“Goodnight, Keef.”

“Cassian- my name is Cassian. I want you to know that, I need someone here to know who I am,” he cautiously spoke.

“Goodnight, Cassian,” he hears in response.

Before he closes his eyes, he looks over to Melshi and sees the white lights reflected in his eyes as well, sees how soft they are when looking back at him.

That night, Cassian doesn’t sleep pressed against the wall, but as close as he can safely get to the edge, with his arm outstretched towards this man who made him feel safe in this horrible place.

When he finally rests his eyes, he sees that Melshi has reached out his hand, too. He wishes he could hold it, wishes he could have his sturdy arm wrapped around him all through the night. He finds that maybe the lights aren’t so bad, because if it was dark in the dormitory he wouldn’t be able to see Melshi’s peaceful, beautiful face.

“Goodnight, bantha.”

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next fic in the series:

This is my first fic, and I really enjoyed writing it. I think these two are so sweet. More to come, I think.

#holy gosh I actually wrote something what #andor series #andor #cassian andor #ruescott melshi #melshi #star wars #gay star wars #m/m fanfic #cassian x melshi #cassian/melshi

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eternally-tired-cryptid · 9 months

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on one hand I wanna write my fic ideas wherein my marvel oc gets sent to the alternate universe of Gotham and hijinks ensue whilst she tries to survive and get back and the batfam and such slowly learn more info abt her world and how it's being threatened atm and she needs to go back and help and whatnot.

But on the other hand, the readers wouldn't know the marvel related backstory of this OC and would have. No context for her going in

But ALSO then the readers would know abt as much abt this mysterious figure as the batcrew do, and get to learn via flash backs and her slowly revealing info to them as safety allows

Then there's also just a general. Idk if there's any sort of oc etiquette when it comes to writing oc centered fics? My brain goes so hogwild when I read anything that I usually avoid oc fics other people write just bc I usually read and enjoy fics at face value but I also go "now what would happen if this OC was here?" And that gets real complicated when other people's ocs are involved

#jasper rambles #this is a rambly one yall #fanfic discussion #fanfic etiquette?#i just. listen. i made a vampire oc for captain america specifically of the mcu.. and i was thinking and like. gotham is the Perfect City fo #r a vampire to live right. so like. then i was like what would she do if she ended up in gotham. how would that go. and then i could reveal #her marvel backstory thru tidbits she drops and flashbacks. bc i have her mcu timeline pretty well planned out #tho also her existence (along w a few pther ocs) drastically changes the course of the mcu so some things hapen VERY differently (mainly civ #il war and then the start of the following arcs) so like id aalso have to reveal where the canon divergence from the mcu is during the flash #backs. and then ALSO i have a p decent grasp of the batfam and whatnot but i havent had the oppurtunity to read many comics so i dont even.#what if i just FAIL at their characterization and im actually wronf magically #and then ALSO comes the question of should i include my batman dc oc? bc SHES a whole. package. theres a LOT to unpack w her. tho for this s #pecific fic idea i think itd be fun to just. have her be Another Batfam Member. like yeah shes got her own stuff going on. but this fic woul #dnt dive into it anymore than it dives into the other batfam members #the other issue is deciding where in the mcu timeline this oc gets thrown into an au and why and how or if that affects the mcu timeline fro #m there. cuz thatd need to be decided for the sake of flashbacks. and if im gonna ise flashbacks id love to try and plan it out so it aligns #with the plot happening in gotham. i dont necessarily want like. a running Plot in the flashbacks. but id want them to be scenes from her li #fe in mcu that reveaal stuff that helps understand the decisions she makes in the gotham plot #but ALSO in the gotham plot. id wanna have it either be that her presence has caused some sort of ripple that the gotham baddies are using t #o hirt people or else some other unrelated gotham baddies plot is happening and this oc being herself sees trouble and runs towards it to tr #y and help people. even tho she has her own stuff to deal w. and then makes herself a target of the gangs and also potentially screws someth #ings up bc she doesnt have as intimate of knowledge abt the baddies and gangs as the batfam do since most of em grew up in the streets of g #otham one way or another #so like. and like she can hold her own. she was a young woman in brooklyn in the 30/40s. but its still a different environment in gotham rat #her than in brooklyn new york. so itd be. yeah. tbh i feel like the fact that im putting this much thought into it means i will probably try #to write and post it on ao3. idk when tho. im trying not to post more fics on ao3 so i can focus on my xmen fic #sso. anyway if you read all this feel free to share your thoughts and or like. sorry not sorry for the rambly essay of tags <3 #i told you jasper rambles

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notthestarwar · 1 year

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Have another snippet of my writing that I like. This one prob requires a bit of set up so,

This is a modern au. Jaster raises 10 of Jango's kids in his absence, before Cody runs away at 16. Years later, Jango is murdered and it turns out that he's been living in the same city as Cody all along, and so have Wolffe and Fox, each living completely different lives.

Excerpt from: the Last Days of Jango Fett

Cody’s gaze sweeps over the exterior of the gym and he wonders if he's making a mistake. He spent a lot of his time, growing up, in gyms like this. The faded lettering of the sign declares the gym’s official name to be ‘Koon’s training gym’ but scrawled over that, in grey lettering, is its true name ‘Plo’s bro’s’ he bites his cheek, wondering at the identity of Plo. If he’ll find him inside, or if the sign serves as only a fond memorial. He crosses the threshold and he may as well have stepped back in time.

He can hear a familiar voice, barking orders, corrections. But his gaze skips straight over the set of strong shoulders, the back of a head so much like his own, and instead he only has eyes for the ring, because inside, there is a boy who for all appearances could be Cody’s own; who could even be Cody himself, had you a loose grip on temporal structure.

Boba is good, better than a boy of his age should be, clearly Jango’s been training him. He still wouldn’t have stood a minute in the ring with Cody at the same age, not that that’s any fair comparison; Cody could have beaten them all. They said he was born with a golden ticket in his mouth. A right hook to end all right hooks and with it, a way out. For them all.

Cody had spent all his teen years training in a gym like this, just down the road from Jaster’s, born ability or not, he wasn’t given an easy ride. Jaster’s old buddies rallied together for one last go and they gave it their all. Within the walls of that gym, they lived again, they gave it all they had to train Cody like it were 30 years previous and they still had a chance in hell of winning. For a moment, it seemed like they would.

Cody in the ring had been a sight to behold. He and he only, could retrieve their last chance, lost to anyone else because no-one knew where it fell. But Cody and Cody only, he would rise to the top and he would reach and he would hold it in his hands. Glory. Lost and abandoned, left to gather dust from the day it had fallen from Jango’s hands. Theirs, once again. Cody could have saved them all.

But. Cody couldn’t be that for them. He had the talent, sure. He had the drive to make it to the top, for certain. More than all of that, he had that magic, that thing you can’t quite put a word to, that made him a sight to behold in the ring. Like pure gold. But there was one thing Cody didn’t have, the wherewithal to be his Fathers keeper. Cody did not have it in him, to live his life for a man that did not want him. Glory in the ring; that was Jango’s dream, not his.

Born on a cool November, against the odds, Cody entered the world a healthy 9'5 with a healthy set of lungs to match. Jango did not know of this, Jango was not there.

Cody, healthy and round, had been placed in to the arms of a woman who had looked down upon her son and immediately known that she could never, quite, be what he needed and so she hadn’t tried to be.

Once when he was young, Cody had overheard Jaster speak of her. Only the once and not of the woman herself but of her, as Jaster put it, ‘sentimental bullshit’. Jaster was a strong believer in facing up to your problems and the woman who had given birth to Cody, did quite the opposite.

That woman had looked in to her babies eyes, and had delivered that baby, quite promptly, to Jaster’s doorstep. An undetermined amount of time later, Jaster had answered the door to find two bottles of milk and Cody, laying on the doormat.

Cody had been left quite alone, with nothing but a blanket, and a note; explaining that his mother, having looked in to her son’s eyes’, had immediately known that she could never contain quite the amount of love that her son would need and was therefore, leaving him to his Father, a man she was sure was more than capable. Jaster, who at this point was already responsible for two of Jango’s progeny, suspected otherwise; as he had told the milkman that day after he had kindly knocked and asked if Jaster was quite aware there was a baby sleeping on his doorstep.

That day, standing there speaking to Jaster as a baby laid between them, the milkman, in a moment of startling honesty, had looked down to the babe and told Jaster that upon the birth of his first son, he had worried that he wouldn’t be suited to fatherhood, but had since realised that all the little ones really needed; was loving. Jaster, not having slept through the night in about 2 years by that point, had bluntly retorted that love would not feed yet another mouth and so, he would be needing another bottle of milk, before sweeping down to gather the child to his chest, the note laying unneeded on the doorstep.

Cody had heard Jaster reason, through that crack in the kitchen door, that the last thing any child needed was a bit of paper telling them their parent didn’t have it in them to love them enough. Jaster had known, from that first glance at Cody, as all parents do, that upon finding that Cody needed more love, he might only ever meet such a thing with carving out just a bit more space in his heart or wherever else love is kept, to hold it.

To Jaster, parenthood was not about biology, it was simply about being needed and being the kind of person, that would change themselves however necessary, to meet that need.

That day in the kitchen, Jaster’s friend had shortly weighed him up to be a ‘soft fool’ who ‘only had it coming’ ‘what with all these doorstep babies’, but Jaster hadn’t seemed to mind. In the following years, Cody had rarely heard him talk like that again, but the sentiment lived on with him all the same, carried with him until he was old enough to understand what such a thing really meant.

Not that Jango ever stopped by to see it for himself, but everyone who met Cody declared him to be the spit of him. Cody was Jango’s second coming for sure, it didn’t matter that Jango was still walking the earth. Everyone who saw Cody in the ring was sure that he’d been delivered upon them to finish what Jango could not.

Cody often worried, that he wouldn’t quite weigh up in the eyes of Jaster, who had afterall, known Jango the best. Cody rather worried, that he instead, might take after his maternal side. The type to run from problems rather than face them. Because of this fear, Cody spent his whole life rising to each and every problem until one day, he did quite the opposite.

In the early hours of the day Cody’s big match was to be held; the one that was sure to shoot him right to the top, so high that his eyebrows would brush the stars and the rest of them, they’d all be able to fall on clouds; the big match that wasn’t just Cody’s ticket to a kinder life but everyone’s, his showstopper, Cody had found himself with a bag over his shoulder walking the track out of town.

When he reached the end of that track, where the old road met the big one, he’d found Jaster sat waiting for him.

Jaster had offered Cody a small smile and, told him he was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t come. Then, he had met his eyes and wished him luck. Jaster had said that he was proud of Cody, for having reached the same conclusion that Jaster himself had; Jaster knew that Cody was not put on this earth to right Jango’s wrongs, Cody was here, only to be Cody , and besides, he never had to worry about turning out to be the kind of person that Jaster might not like, because the thing about raising someone, is you keep loving them no matter who they might turn out to be.

Later that day, as one by one the fields passed him by, Cody had looked out the window of the coach and known with a surety that sometimes, the only way you can face your problems, is by leaving.

That day, Cody left the memory of Jango Fett behind, in search of a life where there was a bit of room to be Cody Mereel, and he had never once looked back.

Cody had left the memory of Jango behind, in the pursuit of himself, but now, here was Boba.

Boba had not left Jango behind as he hadn’t been given time to, Jango was only a ghost in Cody’s childhood but he was something more real to Boba. That is at least, until one day, when he was just gone.

For the first time, Cody looks behind himself and there, following, as he always has been, is the boy he left behind. Cody had to leave that boy in order to become the man he is today. he doesn’t regret it, he likes who he is, who he allowed himself to become, by leaving. But now he can see that in order to help Boba, he needs to be both the man who’s risen above the ghost of his father and also, the boy who could never quite live up to the memories his father left behind.

For the first time in his adult life, Cody remembers what it was to be the son of Jango Fett and then, against better reason, he holds on tight to that memory. When he looks back over his shoulder once again, there isn’t anyone there. That boy is looking forward as Cody looks forward and when he takes his next step, they take it as one. Cody is whole and he is his self, he is as he always has been, wholly and completely.

In the gym that is in every way, both the same and nothing like those of his childhood, Cody takes another step and then another, until his toes are almost touching the side of the ring.

Boba sees him first, just a glance and then, Cody sees the moment that his face registers. Boba just stops in space, he blinks wide eyes at the sight of him before tilting his head, letting those same eyes trace over Cody.

Now that he’s seen Jango Fett, Cody knows precisely why he might garner such a reaction, Cody didn’t have a dad so he has no idea what it is like to lose one. He can’t quite imagine what this must be like for Boba, it’s just you and your dad and then, he is murdered. Your dad dies and you are 10, and then, almost identical men start spilling out of the cracks of the city.

Boba has been distracted for long enough now that Wolffe has given up on trying to call his attention back, he turns to see what has the boy’s attention caught and soon comes up short himself.

Cody looks up at his big brother for the first time in 20 years and swallows.

“Hi Wolffe.” He says quietly.

Wolffe is frozen, even more so than Boba, not even his eyes move and now Cody looks at him, he isn’t sure if they can. One side of his brothers face is heavily scarred, like something long ago scraped across the surface, even from here Cody can see that the eye on that side is clouded.

His brother takes in a loud breath, “Cody?”

And then before Cody can even think to answer, Wolffe is moving, rolling out of the ring until he can engulf Cody in his arms.

Cody is the same size as Wolffe now but somehow it doesn’t feel like it, he feels dwarfed, finally back in his brothers arms and why did Cody ever think he could live without this? Wolffe’s arm is cradling his head and the other is bracing Cody’s back and he can feel his head tucked against Cody’s own and Cody has been alone for 20 years and he didn’t have to be, he knows this now, as well as he knows anything.

Cody doesn’t know what he expected. He doesn’t know what he expected from any of this. The past week has been a storm. An uncontrollable thing that you can only watch happen.

Had he thought maybe that upon seeing him, Wolffe might hit him?

Maybe that he would berate him for leaving?

Cody didn’t know who the adult his brother had grown in to really was. Maybe he had expected him to be cold, distant in the face of the brother that left them all? Cody had showed them all that it was possible to leave, that such a thing wasn’t only the purview of Jango and from what Rex had said that had left their family fractured. It had never been the same again after Cody left and showed everyone that they could leave. One by one, they had each followed him in to the unknown, lost to each other thanks to him.

Had he thought any of that, he would have been wrong. The man holding him isn’t any of that, he is just Wolffe, he is just Cody’s brother.

They are together, once again.

#Commander Cody #Jaster mereel #commander wolffe #modern au #star wars fic #fanfic #mywriting ntwyw #the rest of the fic is OK i guess but i don't like it nearly as much as i like this one part #there's one other part i really like of it so maybe I'll post a bit of that here #but as a whole I'm a bit conflicted. it's a police au and while i really like reading completely removed from reality police au's #writing them is kinda difficult cause i didn't want to create like copaganda.the parts of police au's that are fun are all the bad policing #but when i was writing about bad policing i felt like i needed to keep adding disclaimers like: if a irl police officer does any of this #its not OK. one of my fav ways to write about characters is to explore the inadvertent hurt humans can cause each other #they aren't bad people but that doesn't mean they cant do bad things without meaning to. anyway turns out that's hard when ur #writing a police au. cause as characters i want them to be sympathetic but i feel all kind of ways about writing a #bad police officer that's sympathetic. i felt like i needed to be like. as a human they are sympathetic. as a police officer?#none of these ppl should be doing this job #ended up being a lot harder than i thought #was also difficult writing a whodunnit that wasnt actually about the murder.#the case is closed but its like. thats not what the stories about #so yeah ended up being more difficult to write than i was expecting #my writing ntwyw

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the-real-list-of-ominous-threats · 2 years

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what do i need to offer to get people to pay me for posting shenanigans on tungle dot fuck

#this one's not a threat #i legitimately want to know #i can write kind of okay i guess?#i once ghostwrote a star wars fanfic for someone in exchange for them doing my spanish homework #my commissions would be open if i knew what the fuck to offer but alas i dont #i guess i could always offer personalized threats for like a dollar but i don't think anyone would actually pay me for that #read the tags #not a threat

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Just wanted your opinion on the zygerrian arc I'm not sure if these was discussed before here, I feel like these arc could have been improved on. Like Anakin in the episode how his introducing himself to the queen giving Ahsoka as a slave and then flirting with her wooing her in the process.

I don't believe that, Anakin "I don't like sand" Skywalker shouldn't be able to whisper sweet nothing into a slave queen ear and woo her it's not in his character and especially his nature. These fic I found had a better idea of how the arc should have played out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34782355#main

In a comic it did Anakin better where he pulled Ahsoka to the side and told her up straight the dangers she's putting herself in and trying to convince her to back out of it, which she doesn't and they go along with the plan with Ahsoka trying to make the situation lighter joked about how she's still able to call him master as a slave and Anakin replying seriously "Thats not funny". Which makes me want to see his transition of the word master to a more healthier (?) one towards Obi Wan.

I feel like if Anakin still played the role he wouldn't have flirted with the queen, she's everything he hates. He'll obligates her attention/presence for the sake of the mission but he will not bring himself to play along with her attraction. Specking of, the Queen can still have an attraction to Anakin because his pretty but we could go further where she likes Anakin because he has spirit and she wants to break that.

We learn that she doesn't like damaging goods and she prefer mentally breaking them into obedience, and that's what she wants to do to Anakin. Where at first she likes him because his pretty but when it was reveled that his a jedi she's more interested in him because of it, breaking a jedi spirit and making him her servant would be a big power play to her.

..... Which is not making me think now of how she will never have that title to him because he already has a master who didn't train him say it but earned it, not with fear or defeat but with love and respect. Sorry these was long I feel very strongly about these 🤣. I hope your having a good day!!

hmmm ok i don't really have an opinion on the zygerrian arc....it's something i've only seen once, like a year ago, and it's not something i tend to think about

i know a ton of people act like this is just so out of character for anakin and it feels like a betrayal of his past and his principles, but tbh....i think that's at least a bit of the point?

maybe i'm just reading the arc with too much good faith, but it honestly sort of feels like anakin's deception arc. not in a 'he's lying and hurting those he loves' way, but in a 'war can strip us of our principles if we're not careful. when we do everything we think is necessary to win, we may become more monstrous than we thought ourselves capable of' way.

like i mean obviously, the real monster is the queen, but anakin, who was a slave himself, does flirt with her. does try to stay in her good graces. and it's for the greater good. he isn't doing it for anything but the greater good and information and a shit ton of lives.

but i think people really hate this arc, and i can totally see why it makes people uncomfortable---i really don't think all of the writers' choices are thought through, especially ahsoka's role in it from the audience's perspective---but. but. i also sort of can see what they were aiming for with this arc.

war and espionage make strangers of us all. sometimes you do something that you know that your five-year-old self would never forgive you for, but you have to keep going because you have to believe you know more than your five-year-old self.

#asks #zygerrian arc #i know this is such an unpopular take #but i would love to see more fanfics where anakin understands this and what he's doing and what he's temporarily complicit in #and doing it anyway because there are lives at stake and this is war #and less fanfics where the authors just rewrite the zygerrian arc where it's anakin in the slave outfit instead #or obi-wan #or idk cody or someone #even though i do love those ficss #and i have one of those fics!!!#foolproof foolhardy actually very heavily (and perhaps unexpectedly) revolves around obi-wan's trauma from zygerria #kit: I don’t have an opinion #also kit: Here Is My Opinion™️#it’s more like I’m not married to any specific opinion #these are my first read through thoughts #but I also am not hugely critical or against any take I guess

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