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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Anakin, Shmi, and the Jedi Babies

(Plus Jango)

A scene from the Anakin and the Jedi Babies

Warnings for: canon-typical discussion of slavery.

Shmi is eleven years old when the stranger comes.

He’s tall, and covered in the kind of dark clothes that are hell in the desert. He’s got some armor, too, but not as much as the Mandalorians she sees walking around sometimes. His expression is mean, even though he’s smiling, and she thinks the trader is scared of him.

He’s buying her.

“Now I just need a name for the ownership paperwork,” the trader says. She thinks he’s sweating.

“The sale is already completed, yes?” the stranger says. He tilts his head and purses his lips, still smirking. “No sudden fees coming my way?”

“Of course not, honored customer,” the trader simpers.

“Anakin Skywalker.”

Shmi’s heart stops. That’s her family name.

The trader gets a little paler, as he realizes why this man is here. Shmi watches the calculations fly, wondering if he can maybe squeeze out a few extra wupiupi on this sale. Former slaves freeing family, even family they don’t know, always fetches the highest price.

The stranger—Anakin—leans across the counter and looms over the trader, smiling in the most threatening way Shmi’s ever seen. “No sudden fees, right?”

“Well, there will be the code transfer f—”

“I’m the most dangerous person in this city,” the man says, smile dropping away like flies from a bantha. “Don’t make me prove it, friend.”

The sale is secured, the codes handed over, the detonator passing hands.

Shmi falls into step next to Anakin, hurrying to keep up with his longer strides. He takes her a few blocks away without a word, and then into a shallow spot in an alleyway, right where foot traffic won’t be a bother.

“Hey,” he says, dropping to one knee and placing himself where, even when she sets her gaze low, he’ll be there. He smiles at her, hesitant but far, far kinder than what she saw in the shop. “Do you want me to deactivate your chip now, or once we’re on my ship? I can’t remove it until we’re out of here; I’m no surgeon.”

“…now, please,” she whispers, and watches him punch in the numbers and codes to neutralize the bomb she’s carried inside herself since she was three. It’s done in less than two minutes.

“Do you want me to break this?” he asks, voice soft.

She nods, and watches in fascination as he crushes it in his fist with seemingly no effort.

He smiles at her, tosses the shards into the nearest compactor, and then offers her the hand that isn’t in a glove. She takes it, like she used to take her mom’s before they were separated, and follows him through Mos Pelgo. He’s family. He’s cleanly, clearly freed her. She should be able to trust him.

“Where are we going?” she manages to work up the courage to ask.

His stride stutters a bit, his hand squeezing hers, but his voice is even when he speaks. “Well, I would like you to stay with me, but if you have… have any family to return to, that you know how to find…”

“I don’t know where my mom is,” she says. “She got sold when I was four.”

He squeezes her hand again, and she dares to look at his face. His eyes are squinted, angry, and focused on the horizon. She’d call it stormy, if she’d ever been to a planet of water, but she was a child of the desert. She could feel his anger, and it wasn’t hot and sharp and blinding enough to be a storm of sand.

(She felt that it could be, in the intuition that had kept her alive these past years.)

“I see,” he says. “I’m… okay, then. I’d try to find her if I could, but I don’t know how to do that.”

Shmi shrugs. “She was sent to Jabba’s. I don’t think she’s… um. She’s probably dead, now.”

He’s silent in response to that.

“How did you find me?” she asks, because her intuition says to trust this man to keep her alive, even if she thinks she may not trust his temper.

He thinks about that for a second, and then lets go of her hand for a moment to brush aside a layer of his tunic.

A lightsaber.

Her eyes dart up to his, wide and maybe a little awed. He grins, a little more carefree than before.

“Jeedai?”

“A full Jedi knight, believe it or not,” he confirms. “The Force led me to find you. I don’t think I’d have been able to do locate you without it.”

“Wizard,” she whispers, and then he pulls her into his side and out of the way of a large, too-fast-for-these-streets speeder.

He swears under his breath in a language she doesn’t recognize.

“So, I’m going with you,” she says. “Um, where… where do Jedi live?”

“The Temple is on Coruscant,” he tells her. “But I’ve got business in Mandalorian space, so that’s where I’m based out of right now.”

“Okay,” she says. Mandalore… maybe that’s why he’s got armor like one of them. “I… I heard that Jedi are all called Master, so—”

“No,” Anakin snaps, turning around and getting to one knee in front of her again, hands on both her shoulders, stopping her in a fraction of a second with a look so intense that it scares her. “No, you are never to call me that. You are never going to bow your head to a master again, okay? You are free, and you are family.”

She stares at him for a long second, and then nods. She thinks her head jerks a bit too sharply, but he’s scary. He cares so much that it frightens her. He must be able to tell, because he closes his eyes and visibly forces himself to calm down.

“I was freed when I was nine,” he tells her. “By a Jedi Master. And I know… I know how uncomfortable it is to live like that, where the word means something different to you than it does to everyone else. I became a Jedi, so I learned to make it mean what it was supposed to, respect for teachers and—and elders. But you, you’re not a Jedi, you’re just a girl, and you matter, and—don’t make yourself say it. Please.”

“Okay,” she says. “Do I just… do I just call you Anakin, then?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” he says, and his hands twitch on her shoulders. She thinks he wants to pull her into a hug, but is forcing himself to stop. “Or Ani, if you want, my—my mom used to call me that. Seems like something to keep for family.”

“Okay,” she says again. She can do that.

“Or, um,” he hesitates, and then barrels on. “We’ll be in Mandalore. They say ori’vod to mean older sibling. So, er, you can call me that. If you want. You don’t have to.”

She’ll have to practice. It looks like it means a lot to him. “I’ll think about it.”

“Great,” he says, and dithers for a moment before he stands up and turns around, black robes flaring. “Come on, let’s get out of the sun.”

He leads her to just outside the city limits, where there’s a small ship waiting, enough for a half-dozen people on longer trips, maybe. She doesn’t know much about ships, but this one’s covered in scratches and pits, like it’s been in fights and come out the other side.

They open the door, and are met with wailing.

Anakin rushes past her, shouting, “Ben!”

Shmi doesn’t follow immediately, but he’s been pretty insistent that she’s family, not property. She’s allowed inside.

She finds Anakin in the main room, holding a baby and bouncing it in his arms as he hisses a demand to a boy only a few years older than Shmi herself.

“—my kids, Jango!”

“I’m here to babysit the ship, not the baby!” the teenager argues back.

Anakin scoffs and turns his attention to the baby in his arms. Shmi isn’t entirely sure, but she thinks the baby is definitely less than a year old. It quiets in his arms, tiny hands fisting in the fabric she knows is still too hot from the sun outside.

“Shmi, you can sit down,” he tells her, distracted. “I’d love to talk more but I think I need to make a bottle for Ben. I’ll be back in a few.”

She looks around, sees a bench, and sits down. She presses her hands together in her lap, keeps her eyes on the japor charm her mother left with her years ago, hanging around her wrist. She can wait. She’s patient. She’ll figure out how freedom works eventually.

“Mmmmmmbook!”

Shmi jolts in her seat as a very small body collides with her leg, blue and white and giggling. The head of that small body turns up to stare at her with massive eyes, and she sees the child’s face is orange. Togruta, she thinks, and very young.

The little one pushes a flimsi book onto Shmi’s lap and pats at it, grinning up at Shmi with tiny, pearly teeth.

“Ad’ika, she just got here,” the-teenager-that-is-probably-named-Jango sighs, dropping into the seat next to Shmi. “Let her rest.”

“Sto-wee!” the baby Togruta insists, patting at Shmi’s leg. The little one tries to climb up onto the bench, and Shmi reaches out to help after she realizes the toddler is about to slip. She receives, in thanks, a delighted grin and a montral to the ribs as the child hugs her.

“’m Soka!” the little one introduces.

“She’s one of Skywalker’s,” probably-Jango says. “He showed up with those two a few months ago in the middle of a chaak’la snowstorm.”

“No!” Soka insists, slapping her little hand on the book a few times. “No ‘ssip! Book!”

Jango lets his head fall against the metal wall behind them. “Fine. No gossip.”

Shmi looks at the little girl, and then back at the book. She’s… well, she can read. Mostly. She can read better than most slaves her age, but this is Basic, not Huttese.

She cracks it open to the first page, finds herself relieved that it really is a children’s story with small words and big letters, and starts reading it out loud. She goes slow. The story is about an eopie trying to find its way home after getting lost, asking other farm animals for help. There are plenty of pictures, and sometimes Soka pats at the book and shouts the name of an animal. It’s very cute, overall.

About two-thirds of the way through, she stumbles. It’s a word she hasn’t seen before, long and with repeating letters that she can’t quite figure out how to say. She pauses, long enough that she’s sure little Soka is confused about why she’s stopped.

“Happabore,” Jango mutters.

Shmi lifts her head, but he’s not looking at her. She looks down at the book again, mouths the letters to herself, and thinks that yes, that probably fits. She keeps reading aloud, letting little Soka tell her about her favorite animals, and when she finishes and looks up, it’s to find Anakin standing across from them.

He’s leaning against a doorframe, bottle-feeding the baby named Ben, and watching them with an expression Shmi thinks might be ‘wistful.’

“Skyguy!” Little Soka cheers, sliding off the bench so she can toddle over to the man as fast as her little legs can carry her. “Skyguy, gots a fweind!”

He smiles indulgently and lets her hug his leg. “I can see that, Snips. You guys have fun?”

“Uh-huh!” the little one tells him. She raises her hands at him. “Up!”

“Sorry, hun, no can do,” Anakin apologizes. “I’m feeding Ben, and I need both hands for that.”

She pouts, and he jerks his chin at Shmi and Jango. “Go back to the bench and you can help me feed him, okay?”

Soka races back.

“Fett, go get the ship powered up,” Anakin says as he ambles over, voice the kind of casually commanding that gives Shmi goosebumps. It’s not familiar, not the way an owner is, but it’s… it’s a voice that’s very used to having authority. “I want us out of here as soon as possible.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“I am the commanding officer according to Jaster,” Anakin says, and Shmi watches him raise an eyebrow. “I know it’s not much of a mission, but I am in charge until we’re back on Concord Dawn. You want me to tell him you’re playing at insubordination?”

Jango makes a face, sticking out his tongue. Anakin waits.

Jango goes to start the ship.

“Teenagers,” Anakin mutters, shaking his head. “I want to say I was never that bad, but I’d be lying.”

Soka giggles, bouncing in her seat as Anakin carefully lowers himself down next to her. “Okay, okay, settle down. He’s cranky, kiddo.”

“Wanna help,” Soka stresses, reaching for the bottle. Anakin shifts away from her, keeping it out of her reach. “Skyguy!”

“Slow down, Snips,” he chides. “Climb on my lap and we can hold him together, okay?”

Shmi fiddles with her japor snippet, but she can’t help her fascination with the dynamic presented. Anakin obviously isn’t related to Soka by blood, but he’s adopted her as his own. They haven’t said as much, but it’s obvious. He can’t stop smiling as he talks the girl through holding the bottle for her baby brother, even though it’s obvious from the outside that he’s the one actually holding it, and her, and the baby.

The ship hums to life around them. Anakin tilts his head, as if listening to something, and then goes back to the baby.

It’s another minute before Anakin says, “Okay, that’s enough. I need to burp him. Go on, scoot.”

Soka grimaces as well as a two-year-old can, and slides off of Anakin’s lap onto the bench. He stands and presses the baby up to his shoulder, patting it on the back. There’s a towel there already, something Shmi hadn’t noticed earlier.

“I’m going to go check on Jango,” he tells them. “Shmi, can you get Soka in her seat? I’ll tell you how to buckle her in, but I promised Jango he could fly us back and I want to sit up there to make sure he gets us into hyperspace without, say, exploding.”

It’s only a minute or two to get both of them sat down and buckled in, and Soka spends the entire time until lift-off telling Shmi about how much she likes eopies. This continues well until they end up in hyperspace, the jolt of it making the little one squeal in excitement, even if Shmi feels her stomach drop out. Shortly after, the boys wander back in.

“We’re good for a couple hours,” Anakin says. “Nav computer’s got it until we jump back out. Anyone want a snack?”

“Me!” Soka screeches, bouncing in her seat. “Jan-Jan, snacktime!”

Anakin’s eyebrows climb up towards his hairline. “Well, seems like you’ve got a fan, Fett.”

“Shut up,” Jango grumbles, but he does go over and pick Soka out of her child seat, setting her on his hip and going in the direction of what Shmi assumes is the galley.

“You doin’ okay?” Anakin asks, carefully taking the seat next to her. He sits Ben up on his lap, but the baby has trouble staying in that position. Anakin takes his hands, letting tiny fists curl around his thumbs, to help him stay up.

“It’s a lot,” she says. “But I am happy to be free.”

He grins at her. “Glad to hear it. It’s a lot to adjust to, I know, but… I’m happy to have you with us.”

She nods, eyes on the baby that’s swaying from side to side as Anakin moves his hands, like a very, very small speeder pilot.

“Is he, um, yours?” Shmi asks. “Or did you adopt, like Soka?”

Anakin’s smile, so full of love, drops off. He presses his lips into a thin line, and for a moment, Shmi wonders if she’s made a horrible misstep.

“What… what do you know about Jedi relationships?” Anakin asks, voice quiet.

“Nothing,” she admits, but she’s not ashamed of that. Nobody knows much about the Jedi.

“Okay,” he says, more to himself than to her. “Okay, so… okay. There are a couple ranks in the Order. Younglings go in the crèche, communally raised in groups, and then when they’re five or so, they get to become Initiates. A few years later, usually between ten and fourteen, they can enter an apprenticeship to a Jedi Knight or Master, and the apprentice rank is Padawan. When the apprenticeship is done, they become Knights, basically journeymen, and at some point after that, Masters. There are positions that technically rank higher, councils and heads of divisions, and there’s stuff outside the apprenticeship system, like the service corps, but that’s not super relevant. It’s complicated but we’re only focusing on the apprenticeship path for knights.”

He hesitates, and then continues. “One of the ways to become a Master in the Order is to successfully raise a Padawan to knighthood. I was never an Initiate, because I came to the Order so much later than most. I immediately became a Padawan, and my master was freshly knighted. The relationship between master and padawan is… it’s family. Some of the more orthodox of the Order don’t like to put it in those words, but it really is.

“If I ever talk about my Master, just know I’m not talking about any of the owners I had before I was freed. I’m talking about the man who raised me, the man I saw as a father. He may not have seen me as a son, more a brother, but he was only sixteen years older than me, and… anyway. Jedi lineages are family. Your Master is a parent, or an older sibling, and your Padawan is a child to bring up as your own,” he finishes this off with the kind of deep, heavy breath that she thinks precedes grief. She can’t tell.

“My master is… well, he’s not in a position to teach anyone anything anymore. Ben here is all I have left of him.”

Oh.

Anakin doesn’t look at her, just stares down at the baby that’s gotten cranky again, and rearranges Ben to lie sideways in his arms. He smiles down as the baby burbles up at him, and tickles at the baby’s stomach. Ben grabs at Anakin’s fingers and kicks at the air, laughing in the manner of all children that small.

The man hums, and Shmi is more shocked than she should be to hear one of the lullabies she’s heard in slave quarters all her life.

“He’s your son now,” she says, more firmly than she feels. “He is yours to raise and care for, and I can tell you love him as much as any parent.”

Anakin lifts his head, staring at her like he can’t quite believe she’s there, and tears collect at the edges of his eyes.

“Thank you, Shmi Skywalker,” he says, and she feels like there’s more weight in those words than there should be. He licks his lips, eyes darting away for a second, and then asks, “do you want to hold him?”

She steels herself, and nods.

This is her family now.

Hers.

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t7-01 · 3 years ago

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ok n for character asks: commander fox or thorn or rly any of the coruscant gaurds bros. u pick

omg omg fun fact about me - I LOVE THE CORUSCANT GUARD, i’ll go with fox bc if i debate this too long i’ll just write a character list for every known guard and we’ll be here all day.

fox!

favorite thing about them: oof this is probably fucked up of me, but their internal struggles. i have a hc about fox that he is the direct opposite of jango (and by extension, the direct opposite of cody, who struggles with how similar to jango he is, but that’s a different character list). whereas jango is able to compartmentalize, fox can’t - he struggled as a cadet with feeling things too much, being confused about his extreme loyalty to the republic conflicting with his extreme loyalty to his brothers, and as a result just pushes all of his emotions down in order to get through training. i just think deep down he’s actually full of heart, and is afraid to let that show. i just know he’s the best big brother when he can be.

least favorite thing about them: do i even have to say it? i maintain that close proximity to palpatine meant that fox was often heavily manipulated against his brothers, but still - killing fives was his worst moment.

favorite line: “I can’t say I blame you, Commander Tano. But all the same, you’re under arrest.” - said to ahsoka after she seemingly killed the temple bomber. obviously this line is extremely painful, but it does so much to show his character in such a short amount of time. it’s clear he hated the bomber and wanted vengeance, probably even respected ahsoka’s choices (i imagine, briefly, this moment was the most respect fox ever had for a jedi). but he still must do his duty, always.

brOTP: ooh him and his other coruscant commanders!!! and hound ofc. and also his batchmates, who i hc to be cody, wolffe, bly, and ponds. of all of these characters, i like to think he’s closest to thorn and wolffe, with stone and ponds a close second. cody is the big brother he goes to for advice though.

OTP: i don’t super have one? i don’t really ship him with anyone. i do have an indulgent clone dad jango au where i sometimes think it’d be fun to have him in an enemies-to-lovers romance with a jedi temple guardian, but otherwise i mostly ship him with happiness lmfao.

nOTP: this goes without saying but anything that puts a clone with another clone is a major no-go for me. yikes.

random headcanon: fox and boba would get along spectacularly, and in fact fox tries to look out for boba while he’s in the coruscant detention center, despite his extremely complicated feelings about boba being responsible for ponds’s death.

unpopular opinion: i know this is highly contested, so i guess the fact that i don’t really blame him for fives’s death even if i think it was a low moment. i don’t think palpatine necessarily used the force to make fox kill fives or anything, but i don’t think he had to - the clones were the property of the republic. fox’s choices were essentially follow orders and protect the men under his command from retribution, or spare fives and be either arrested or executed, therefore unable to protect his brothers. we see rex face a similar choice with pong krell’s bad orders.

song i associate with them: oof, that would be “we all die young” by the decemberists. i associate this with all the clones, but ESPECIALLY fox and the coruscant guard. there’s a siren motif at some point that just feels very much like this could be playing the coruscant detention center as some serious shit goes down - it hits hard.

favorite picture of them: was there ever any doubt which one i’d choose?

king of “bitch i AM the manager”

#character ask game #SORRY THIS WAS SO SO LONG #thank you for all these asks i’m having so much fun friend 😭#i have thought long and hard about a certain coruscant guard commander if you couldn’t tell #also while i was watching the scene between ahsoka and fox to get the line right i noticed he’s a dual blaster wielder #and now am imagining little rex trailing along after fox and cody and being so amazed by fox’s ability to use two blasters at once #and wanting to be just like his big brothers #ANYWAY #thealghulwaynes #t7 queries

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the-writing-mill · 4 years ago

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assassin au with the "making a deal to save the other" and jangobi?

Okay, this one’s actually even a bit longer than the other one, so it’s going under a read more lol

Jango is a merc/bounty hunter/assassin guy, Obi-Wan is an information broker with an editing cover job and a “rental property” to embezzle money

These two have never met, and have no idea about each other’s identities beyond knowing their underground reputations, until Jango is hired to assassinate Obi-Wan’s little brother, Anakin

Obi-Wan is visiting Anakin for the weekend on the day of the planned assassination, and notices things are a little off, setting off all of his learned criminal world/underground alarms

(Anakin, btw, is a part time mechanic, part time engineering student. Obi-Wan has very carefully kept the boy out of his world since becoming Anakin’s official guardian after their adoptive father, Qui-Gon Jinn, died in an accident)

Obi-Wan gets paranoid enough after spending an evening with Anakin that he fakes a pillow body in the guest room and sets himself up in the living room to guard

This is somewhat fortunate for him when an apparent burglar (who moves much too professionally and dangerously) breaks in through a window near silently

Jango barely has half a second of realizing something’s up before being side tackled

The fight is pretty intense, if odd for being so quiet, since they both coincidentally don’t want Anakin to wake up (at some point Obi-Wan manages to get Jango’s ski mask off)

In the end, Obi-Wan ends up pinned under Jango, hands restrained above his head, knife against his throat, straddled

Jango grumbles sardonically about how Obi-Wan couldn’t make Jango’s job easier and just sleep through the night and call the police in the morning, tipping Obi-Wan off to the man being there for Anakin instead of him

Obi-Wan is, of course, a self-sacrificing idiot and gets Jango’s attention by wondering out loud about what a small-time mechanic going through school could have done to get a high-level assassin sent after him

(Jango’s plan, as Obi-Wan has figured out, was to stage a break in/burglary and wake Anakin up and kill him in the resulting “fight” to make it look like the burglar had killed Anakin in the heat of the moment)

With the man under him clearly having figured out too much, Jango decides he’ll have to kill him too, but first thinks it’s worth learning what gave him away

There’s a bit of back and forth until Obi-Wan is able to piece together who exactly Jango is (should his assassin name be Mythosaur? I think that would be fun and the “myth” bit can refer to his work being so subtle and Jango being such an unknown outside of his assassin rep)

Now, someone figuring out exactly who Jango is an even bigger no-no, so Jango goes right for the kill

Jango doesn’t manage to kill Obi-Wan before Obi-Wan offers a deal (didn’t think I’d take “making a deal to save the other” this way, did you?)

Jango’s pressing a blade into Obi-Wan’s neck enough to draw blood but finds himself intrigued enough to let the man talk for another few seconds (Obi-Wan really is quite the negotiator)

Obi-Wan offers free information for life, basically, and to be support for a set number of missions a year. In exchange, Jango won’t kill Anakin and will let Obi-Wan find Jango’s client and kill the client to nullify the contract (and prevent Jango’s rep from being tarnished)

It’s an utterly absurd proposal but also clearly made with knowledge of the underground, so Jango of course asks who Obi-Wan thinks he is to make that kind of offer

Jango finds himself reluctantly impressed by Obi-Wan’s identity (I have no idea what his underworld identity is, but I don’t it to be “The Negotiator”) and finds himself considering the deal, which Obi-Wan catches onto and he manages to convince Jango

(Part of the final deal includes the fact that Jango technically has two more months per his contract to carry out the hit. If Obi-Wan can’t find the client by then, Jango will kill Anakin anyways. Obi-Wan is desperately confident that he can do it, despite Jango having basically zero info beyond the contract and a clearly shell company in Hong Kong to wire the money to)

Jango gets Obi-Wan to give him a glut of information over the next few weeks, to the point of them spending a few hours in a private booth/room in a very private club so Obi-Wan can safely give it all to him. Obi-Wan is both desperate to meet expectations and tries his best; and is also very annoyed at getting pulled away from hunting down who’s trying to kill Anakin and therefore sasses Jango quite a bit.

Obi-Wan is really having trouble figuring out who wants to kill Anakin, finally giving in and starting from the other end, Anakin himself. Why would someone want to kill Anakin? Specifically why would the sort of person who can find and hire Jango want to kill Anakin? This is in some ways even harder to figure out, but Obi-Wan has many more leads and information to access

After a few weeks of this dynamic, the first change is when Jango and Obi-Wan end up complaining about a mutual acquaintance during an info drop off, which leads to more mutual bitching

Then Jango drags Obi-Wan across the country (we’re just going to assume we were in like… NYC or Chicago before) to assist him in another assassination in LA

Obi-Wan is somewhat tempted to get Jango caught, since that would be an easy way to save Anakin, but decides against it for multiple reasons (including a few that he will not yet acknowledge, including developing fondness for Jango and, even worse, the first few seeds of trust)

So instead of going to prison, Jango returns from a smooth assassination to an already half-drunk Obi-Wan, shirt very scandalously unbuttoned halfway down

The have a nice night of just drinking and relaxing and then wake up the next morning curled around each other in bed (they didn’t have sex, as the lack of certain types of soreness and their clean, still on, pants from the night before prove. But they still have the knowledge and a few sensations of sleeping together with their guards down)

When they get back, things are a little awkward, but it’s fine, they’re professionals, so they’ll keep meeting to keep up their deal. Obi-Wan keeps giving Jango any info he wants, and they keep accidentally falling back into their habits of doing things like complaining about mutual acquaintances who annoy them

Obi-Wan is also making some headway with investigating who wants to kill Anakin, finding many questionable decisions on Anakin’s part, especially regarding friends/social circle, but not anyone who would be able to hire Jango that would dislike Anakin

With about a week and a half left, and leads running out, Obi-Wan starts to freak out a little, which Jango notices, which in turn makes Jango realize that he doesn’t like Obi-Wan being stressed out and afraid and tense and looking at Jango like he’s a cat about to pounce on a wounded canary

But Jango also puts work before all else so when he has another job (coincidentally in the same city), Jango drags Obi-Wan with him, unfortunately making the mistake to literally bring Obi-Wan with him

When Jango starts cursing about the job going to hell part way through a shoot-out, Obi-Wan casually comments that it’s not even that bad, prompting a sass battle between the two of them while they’re still fighting their actual opponents where Jango realizes that Obi-Wan, as brilliant as he is, has the worst on-the-ground luck ever

In the end, they win, with a very damaged, limping vehicle that they, for handwavey reasons, need to get to some spot that the car won’t make it to as is. Thus, they have to go slide into the mechanic shop Anakin’s working the graveyard shift for

Obi-Wan really does hate, in many ways, finally having his two worlds collide, bringing Jango and the shot-out car directly to Anakin, and is almost distracted from how bad he feels about it when Jango tries to comfort him

Jango is, thankfully, a very good actor, and Anakin is a bit oblivious. He very easily starts clumsily probing Jango about what Obi-Wan and Jango quickly figure out Anakin thinks is a romantic relationship between them (and, to be fair, Obi-Wan has been acting strange, and spending much more time “with a friend” in the past two months or so)

At some point, Obi-Wan gets so uncomfortable with the idea that he and Jango are in a romantic relationship that he makes what is, to him and Jango, a mistake, and draws attention to the bullet holes again

Jango vaguely looks like he wants to kill Obi-Wan while Anakin casually explains it’s not that big of a deal, although he might have to find a better patch if this sort of thing keeps happening

This stops any murder plans Jango was making, and any counter plans Obi-Wan was making in favor of carefully probing Anakin to figure out when else he had fixed a bullet ridden car

Anakin reveals pretty easily that his engineering school’s dean, Sidney Palpatine (Sidney=Sid-=Sidious lol) had dropped in about two and a half months ago with a car in similar condition. As well as a few other people that Anakin describes well enough for Jango and Obi-Wan to identify as members of a local crime organization and a private army (like Blackwater/Academi), as well as mention a weird package in the trunk

This is clearly the who and why for Jango getting hired to assassinate Anakin, but they both play it cool until Anakin’s done and they can go on their way to drop off the vehicle

Cue Obi-Wan having a panic attack, which freaks Jango out quite a bit, since he’s so used to Obi-Wan being very calm and controlled and not showing vulnerability. Obi-Wan even gets outwardly angry

Cue Jango’s “oh. Oh.” moment

Jango basically drags a near catatonic Obi-Wan back to the apartment he’s been staying in and drugs him to sleep (in Jango’s mind, if Obi-Wan was too out of it to notice a drugged drink, then he clearly had no more business staying awake)

By the time Obi-Wan wakes up and starts panicking, less than yesterday (thanks to a good night’s sleep), Jango has some basic information on the legal and illegal lives of Palpatine, and a few half-formed assassination plans

Jango also has toast. Which he makes Obi-Wan eat. Obi-Wan grumps about not having been forced to eat breakfast since he was a teen. Cue a small sassy back and forth that further calms Obi-Wan down

Jango offers to kill Palpatine for free, which startles Obi-Wan because that is not how the criminal underworld works. Jango half-heartedly puts forth some logic about how Obi-Wan succeeding with their deal means that Jango gets to keep the best information broker on his side. Obi-Wan can tell that that isn’t all, and recognizes that Jango is probably being kind, but won’t outright admit it

They eventually decide on a plan where Anakin will bring Obi-Wan with him to go visit dean Palpatine who he’s friends with, and that Obi-Wan will bring some poisoned tea in a travel to mug to share. Anakin will refuse the tea, being Anakin, and Obi-Wan and Palpatine will both drink the poison. Obi-Wan will have the antidote (either disguised as something innocuous or to be taken during a bathroom break) and cure himself before there are any symptoms, leaving Palpatine to die of what will look like a natural heart attack

The plan goes awry, due to Kenobi luck, when Anakin accidentally has them barge in while Palpatine is meeting with another criminal. Cue a fight in the office, a secret passage, and more criminals to fight while Jango scrambles to get to the new location to help

Obi-Wan manages to actually word his way into delaying their defeats and deaths until Jango gets there. Jango manages to take out about half of the enemies before he gets defeated/captured as well

At this point Obi-Wan tries to make a deal again, to save Anakin and Jango. It seems to work/Palpatine seems interested, only for him to pull the rug out and basically say he’ll be either killing all three or making them wish they were dead, including some conjecture about Obi-Wan’s looks (aka sexual slavery)

Cue Jango getting incensed enough to break free again and start fighting again. He gets to Obi-Wan, frees him, and thus ensues a battle couple take down from the cheesiest of action flicks

In the end, Palpatine is the last one standing. Before either of them (or Anakin, who is beginning to get over his shock) can kill Palpatine, he runs away. Jango, Obi-Wan, and a confused Anakin give chase, stopping at the end of an alley as they realize that Palpatine has been hit by a bus

Jango and Obi-Wan drag Anakin through a convoluted path back to Obi-Wan’s apartment and confirm that, yes, Palpatine died. Jango and Obi-Wan quickly confirm that there’s nothing linking them to the crime scene (Palpatine had told his secretary that Anakin and Obi-Wan had left out the back when he realized he was going to have to kill them, giving them an alibi)

Obi-Wan and Jango tell Anakin a mostly true story and prod Anakin to decide to go back to [insert some place here] and live with some half-distant bio relatives (the Lars family), maybe finish his degree online

Cut to a few months later, Obi-Wan is reading an update text from Anakin before Jango comes into the room. Obi-Wan gives him a good luck kiss before sending Jango out to his job, reminding him that “I’ve always got your back”, Jango responds in kind, Obi-Wan accepts this/informs Jango that he knows before letting Jango drag him into another kiss

#assassin deals AU #Kenfetti #Jangoobi #Jangobi #Obijango #asks #ask meme thing #Anonymous

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jacensolodjo · 5 years ago

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They’re not interchangeable! A few scream as yet another clone dies, often needlessly. And no one even cares to get his service number right (hah, service number, mutters far too many, try product registration number), causing brothers to think a different vod had died in his place.

They were born for this exact reason! Another screams back. And it’s true. It really is true. But that doesn’t make it right. They weren’t born to live, they were born to die. Shab, they weren’t even born. Even that was denied them. They grew in a tank, lived in an empty one.

For some, the clones are the final nail in the coffin of the Republic. Proof the Republic has truly lost its way. They were born out of a diseased state. Democacy is supposed to care for all, to give all a voice. But the clones get no representation.

What about Mandalore? Some ask, now that it’s far more common knowledge the clones are of Mandalorian stock. Satine’s government doesn’t want them, prettying it up with how they were born in blood and death and Mandalore doesn’t stand for that anymore (”we’re a pacifist people now!” and yet some do wonder how the people of Mandalore managed to be so homogeneous to the point a clone of a Fett sticks out like a sore thumb).

Dar’manda, a state of not being Mandalorian, often comes up, usually by saddened Cuy’Val Dar who remember what life was like before Galidraan. How can one be Mandalorian if they don’t even know it? If they can barely find Mandalore on a star chart? (Oh, but the Alphas and the Nulls can. The Republic Commandos can. They were brought up right. What is right anymore, though?)

The Empire doesn’t do things any better. It offers no pension funds, no medical benefits, no right to lands or titles or anything, the barracks they sleep in is the maximum benefit given. The clones might as well not even exist off of paper that says they are mere property anyways.

And so, old far sooner than they should be, clones find themselves barely eking out an existence much less actually living. Some manage (don’t call them lucky. Why should they be considered that? Simply because they happen to survive?) and others of course end their life how it began: in silence.

The real heartache comes when it’s a clone saying exactly what others do: we were born to do this, we’re just numbers, it’s all for the glory of the Republic!

But then, eventually, at least once, a clone wonders if he could swap places with a clone in a completely different field of operation and no one would even notice. Why should they? They’re interchangeable, the very same down to their DNA. But oh, the building blocks have constructed such a wondrous array of diversity. Brothers notice when brothers change. Brothers notice when brothers leave. Brothers notice when their brothers are thinking ‘why brother? Am I a brother truly? Must I be?’

When the war ends, and ‘peace’ reigns, every time clones take the initiative in caring for each other even and especially when no one else will, the civilians laugh. Silly clones, you need to just move on. Be good little soldiers, do your duty, then fade away. So much so that even saying you’re there for a brother, a sibling, a sister, is an act of defiance. The clones will not simply fade away. And kriff yourself for thinking they would.

Yes, the clones were born in death and bloodshed. But they were created from the blood of a Fett just trying to make his way through the galaxy, always defying death. They were created, in a way, from an act of love. And they do not shoulder the guilt of the progenitor but rather the promise to survive. In whatever way possible. And the galaxy only has itself to blame that it broke the clones’ loyalty to a state, to a government, snapped it in half, so they could instead envelope their fellow clones in that loyalty. They are, in the new time of peace, all they have left.

They are Mandalorian because the Resol’nare is practically embedded in their DNA. They exist entirely because Jango was Mandalorian. In the most convoluted of ways, and yet it doesn’t stop being true.

Don’t fret over the Fetts. They don’t do it over others anymore. And the galaxy brought it on themselves.

#Текст #i really need to make an image like my 'brace yourselves jacen is having feels again'#or my 'u need the manda'#but for posts like whatever this is #my writing #jacen talks clones #'jacen is this meta or--' listen i'm as confused as you are #i just started typing a thing and this happened so take it as u like lol #It's almost like a huge longform clone suggestion blog post or smth i guess idk lmao #like all posts tagged w/ jacen talks ___ & my writing ok to rb unless otherwise stated~

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letitrainathousandflames-archive · 6 years ago

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The Cut That Never Heals

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Warnings: suicide ideation, ptsd, cutting, blood, torture, gaslighting

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dogma deals with his cutting issues and is daily put through torture under the hands of the Kaminoans, or as they call it, “Reconditioning”

Chapter 1/?

Dogma had blood in his hands.

This was the blood of his brothers. Because of his actions, of his inactions. Because of his mistakes. The blood was there, filling each crease of his palm to then overflow, dripping from between his fingers over his thigh, seeping through the white fabric of his pants.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din. Family was more than blood, or so the mando’ade would say.

Well, now Dogma had neither. His brothers hated him. His superiors wanted him gone. Only Rex had showed up that one time, but Dogma wasn’t willing to grow attached to that glimmer of hope. It would only make it hurt worse when the captain never really came back for him.

The blood on his palm reflected the white light from the ceiling. It made it glisten as it slowly dripped from the open wound even though it had just started to coagulate now. Dogma had started to really hate his genetically enhanced ability to heal from smaller injuries.

The transparent door slid open and a med droid came floating in.

“CT-5345, you are injured again.” it said in a flat, emotionless tone

Dogma kept his golden-brown eyes on the small red pool on his palm.

“It’s my brother’s blood.” He said dully as the droid held his arm up to apply something to disinfect the wound on the inside of his forearm; he was feeling a tad dizzy “See?”

The droid merely pressed a bandage soaked in medical bacta to the cut, waiting for it to stimulate Dogma’s own coagulation.

“It’s Fett’s blood. Their blood.” Dogma said, sucking his lower lip pensively for a moment “Why is it in me? I shouldn’t have it. I don’t deserve it.”

The droid wrapped the bandage firmly around dogma’s forearm and then moved on to wiping the blood off his skin.

“Can’t you give it back to them?” Dogma asked earnestly “I shouldn’t keep it. It’s theirs.”

The droid cleaned the spaces between dogma’s fingers and buzzed quietly. It could’ve sounded almost like a sigh.

“We have been donating plenty of your blood to the clone army, CT-5345. If you keep injuring yourself, however, soon you’ll end up dying.”

Words that would have been concerning to many sounded like a hopeful promise to the disgraced clone trooper.

“You have your session with doctor Se today. You should remember that bleeding or passing out does not allow you to skip your reconditioning sessions.”

Yeah. Maybe that’s why Dogma had shoved his nail so deep in his skin today. He was hoping for a little more than bleeding or passing out.

“Come in, CT-5345.”

Dogma stepped into the room. The same oppressive white walls, the same Kaminoans dressed in white lab coats, the same white chair right in the middle of the room that made Dogma’s stomach churn just from looking at it.

Still, Dogma squared up his shoulders, eyes trained ahead like the soldier he is.

Was.

Needed to be.

“You know the procedure.” Nala Se said without looking up from her datapad

“Yes ma’am.” Dogma said sheepishly as he peeled his shirt off and began to fold it neatly

His body had always been more on the lean side for a clone, but it wasn’t up until today that he had noticed the way his ribs were showing. Nala Se walked up to Dogma and ripped the shirt from his fingers.

“Stop dawdling, clone.” she said sharply; then she lowered her eyes and sneered “What is that?”

Dogma instinctively looked at the red stain on his pants, covering it up with his hand.

“I… had an accident.”

The kaminoan looked deep into Dogma’s eyes.

“You are an accident.” she whispered angrily, pointing a long finger at the chair

Dogma didn’t need more than that. He hurried to the seat and sunk down on it, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he placed his arms over the armrests, hissing at the pain on his left one, the fresh cut still sensitive. He knew what happened to him every time he sat there. And he knew he had no choice but to. Hands come to pull the straps over his wrists, binding him in place and making him bite down on his lip not to scream when his injury is pressed against the armrest. Next, they pulled a strap over his chest, pinning him to the chair. He clenched his teeth, trying not to squirm. He wanted to be good. Wanted them to see he was getting better.

The kaminoans then bound his legs and began the usual process, sticking electrodes all over Dogma’s chest and temples and forcing a transparent teeth guard over his upper teeth. The thing always tasted bitter and it would hurt the roof of Dogma’s mouth, but at least it wasn’t too hard to speak with it on.

Nala Se stood in front of him, her voice calm and collected as it would usually be.

“What is your identification, clone?”

“CT-5345.” Dogma replies promptly, voice a little muffled by the tool over his teeth

He’s fidgeting with his thumb nail against his pointer finger and he can still feel the dried blood under it. Nala Se moves on to the following question:

“And what are you?”

Dogma bites his lip. He somehow always manages to get this one wrong. “Sergeant” hadn’t worked. Neither had “soldier of the 501st battalion”. Maybe if he were as neutral as possible…

“I’m a clone, ma’am.”

Nala Se gave him a stern look, pressing the screen of her datapad. Dogma felt the sudden jolt of electricity making his chest jump against the binds, and he bit hard on the mouthguard, grunting. Kark. Kark, kark, kark, he had gotten it wrong again.

“What are you?”

Dogma sucked in a breath, swallowing down. C’mon, it had been… a week? He had to pass this question at some point. He frowned, trying to think. His mind went to Captain Rex, to his example of leadership and bravery. To ARC Trooper Fives and Jesse. To Hardcase.

“A failure.” He says, eyes low on the ground

A sharp, choked sound leaves him as the electricity courses through his body again, making him unconsciously clench his fists and fight uselessly against his binds. He raises his golden eyes back up to Nala Se, his breath going shallower.

“What are you?”

Dogma fights the urge to tell her to shove her datapad up whatever hole would hurt the most, jaw moving mutely in a word he desperately seeks but don’t know. His instincts make him think of his training, of his lessons, what always mattered most to a clone trooper.

And there was something that was always above all else: their mission. That was the only thing that mattered. The mission was of the most importance, all else, including every single clone trooper, was just…

“…Expendable.” Dogma murmured, golden eyes pleading for… anything other than this misery

He wondered if he had finally gotten the answer right, and if he did, the Kaminoans would finally either let him die.

Nala Se, however, gave him a smile.

“Very good, clone. You are correct.”

Dogma gave a tiny smile, unsure if that was allowed, so he quickly suppressed it and sat up straight again, ready for whatever would come next.

“Next question: do you know who do you belong to?”

Dogma’s eyes widened up in panic. Oh no. How would he respond to that? He was… property of the Jedi army, right? But he had been born in Kamino, so maybe he belonged to them instead. And it was the Kaminoans asking this question, so… He closed his eyes, anticipating the electroshock.

“Kamino. I belong to Kamino.”

“Correct again.” Nala Se said, and Dogma opened his eyes with the tiniest sigh of relief “Which means that every single organ in your body, every inch of skin and bone, all of you is our property.”

She leans closer to Dogma, her tone still very gentle.

“This means” she continues “That every drop of blood inside you is ours. And as defective as you are, you’d better stop wasting it.”

Dogma felt his cheeks burning. He never meant to cut himself. It was just… something that happened throughout his incarceration. His head was too loud. His dreams were too vivid. He just needed to let… something out. Anything. And after losing his armor and rank, the sight of his blood, Jango Fett’s blood… was all he had.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles sheepishly “I’ll do better, I’ll be better.”

The questions kept coming. Who did he owe his life to (the Kaminoans), who did he owe unquestionable obedience (the jedi). When he brought up the fact that Krell wasn’t a jedi, Nala Se gave him a shock that lasted so long Dogma thought he would faint. His head lolled down, chin meeting his chest.

“Made me kill my brothers.” Dogma murmured with a grimace, feeling the moisture collecting at the corner of his eyes “He made me kill my…”

Nala Se grabbed Dogma’s chin roughly, forcing him to look up.

“And what are your brothers?”

Dogma’s lip tremble, and he tries to pull away from her, blinking his tears away. He thinks, thinks the words ‘brave’, ‘good’, ‘fierce’ and tucks them away in his mind, and his answer tastes like poison on his tongue:

“Expendable.”

Nala Se gives two cordial slaps to Dogma’s cheek.

“Very good.”

When Dogma is escorted back to his cell, he soon curls himself up on his bed, his whole body shaking as he holds his injured arm close to his chest, fighting the idea of just ripping the off bacta patch and shoving his nails on his radial artery so that he can just end this suffering already.

But his blood isn’t his. It doesn’t belong to him.

It’s the kaminoan’s property. He has no right to it.

He faces the plain white wall, tapping his thumb to his wrist right above the patch.

“It’s Jango’s. It’s theirs.” He mumbles quietly to then say in a faint, weak whisper of reassurance “It’s mine too.”

#cutting #blood m/#suicide ideation/#torture #fics to save #clone trooper dogma #protect him

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padawansuggest · 3 years ago

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He has somehow managed to make a living off of acquisitions in his life and he still has no idea how it happened. His house? Own it outright because he managed to swap a 40k$ piece of machinery for the property and everything on it, because Boba was looking for his dad’s (and Jango and Jaster are still alive thanks) old motorcycle that he lost a while back but since it was a show bike it was worth massive amounts and the Fett/Mereel family own a lot of the suburban area so Boba realized this guy has basically nothing and said he could either give him cash or property and Din, who JUST got full custody of Grogu is all ‘hmmmm… house plz’ and ended up with a small, but very nice house. How did a man with what the government considers zero income adopt a child? Well, he got the papers signed over by a ‘vague relative who’s barely related but too old to take care of a kid, named Yoda’. He says that to Luke who firmly bluescreens because that’s his greatx4-5 Grandpa and holy shit that means Din is part of the family and now there’s no escaping them.

Luke asks Uncle Ben why he didn’t adopt Grogu cause he always says raising Anakin was one of the best parts of his life (non-Jedi Obi regularly and firmly declares his love and exasperation for his sweet perfect baby brother all the time and also gives Ani kisses on his forehead because that’s his baby he loves him so much) and Obi is all ‘Grogu? You mean the kid that gets meltdowns if people talk too much around him? I couldn’t, I would have sent him into daily panic attacks’ and Din is all ‘GROGU GETS MELTDOWNS WHEN PEOPLE TALK TOO MUCH????’ Cause he’s like 90% non-verbal and so Grogu’s never had one around him but Grogu get’s nervous if people are too loud and hides if he gets a meltdown and it’s not like a tantrum so much as a shutdown. But like. Lmao. Din didn’t even know.

Luke still asks him if Din has issues with random bills that children cause and Din mentions that Yoda had also handed over an account for that exact thing when Grogu was adopted and Luke goes heart eyes cause Grandpa loves kiddos and really believed that Din was a perfect fit and Yoda would make it work lmao.

Din wandered off during a visit one day and when the twins found him he was helping Anakin fix a chicken coop in the back yard and Padme was all ‘finally, more people to foist eggs onto’ and Luke realized the man is like a magnet. He finds problem, provides solution, ends up with payment that turns out useful no matter what. Like. How is he doing that?????

Anakin has adopted Din. He’s decided that’s his new son. His soft boy that deserves nice things. He keeps buying Din blankets and sweaters and Din can’t figure out why????? He just does???? Then two weeks into winter his street has a blackout and half the people go to him for extra blankets and sweaters and Anakin ends up coming out with space heaters and power banks like some electricity god and everyone is so confused.

Din’s never had issues. He just. Wanders around. And now he has a kid. It’s a pretty decent schtick.

Modern AU Din does ‘buir and me’ classes with Luke who is trans and gave birth to his and Mara’s kiddo Ben last year and also Leia who’s got two year old twins and ends up wrapped up in Skywalker drama when he has no need or want to be anywhere near this specific brand of bullshit plz he’s just trying to be a dad and keep his thoughts below 5 a day thank you.

Also people ask what he does for a living and he always says ‘acquisitions’ and they think he works for a museum or something but then it turns out his main daily routine involves weird ass trades between people but like farmers market type trades like he traded 100lbs kryat meat to a mechanic to fix his car (again lmao) but he got that meat by killing the thing but to kill the thing he had to broker a trade deal between two small villages out in the sand wastes and to do that he had to make friends with both of them first but also his neighbor wanted a slab of the meat too so he gave her a good 25lbs of meat and she just. Randomly. Handed him a weird ass machine for it. Which turned out to be a spare part his OTHER neighbor needed a week later and in return the guy gave him 20lbs of raw honey-

Do you see what I mean??? He’s a modern day witch thank you. That’s what he told the police officer that asked him why he was bleaching bones on top of his roof last month and that’s what we’re sticking to.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #anakin skywalker #grogu #Yoda #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi

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tellywoodtrash · 8 years ago

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ishqbaaz/dbo 24.05.17 lb

ouff yeh mahasangam week toh meri jaan hi lekar jaayegi. 😖😖😖

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hmph first 5 min bas kal ka repeat. cheatercocks! 😒😒😒

i love gauri's face when she says "kisi ki himmat nahi hoti thi humse panga lene ki!" 💗💗💗

god it's unfair how fucking pretty this girl is. 😍😍😍ughhhhhhh. i didn't need to fall in love with yet another girl from this stupid universe, and then feel compelled to follow her story. goddamnnnit. 😒😒😒

LMAO CHULBUL BHABI. 😂😂😂

yaaaaaay, the phone connection is outttt. 😊😊😊

lol i love how ALL of them managed to have a conversation with gauri in like the 3 minutes she had om's phone. 😆😆😆

shivaay and anika be feeling they almost have a functional and conventional relationship now. ��😋😋

i love how excited shivaay is that she can drive a bulldozer. 😂😂😂

"nahi aata bade bhaiyya, par hum na bohut sayaani chirraiya hai!"

god she's sooooooo fucking cuteeeee. 😚😚😚

shivaay's recounting anika's property destruction so fondly. i guess this is what true love is. 😌😌😌

also what being FUCKINGGGGG RICHHHHH is. 😑😑😑

"dono bhaabiyon ki achchi jamegi, tod-phod mein kaafi vishwaas rakhti hai."

lmaooooooooooo 😂😂😂

oh no, is she going to do her stupid candy trick? 😒😒😒

ugh she is. 🙄🙄🙄

snorttttttttttt. poor bade bhaiyya. 😆😆😆

looks like om's coming around to the idea of being married to this girl. 😗😗😗

lmaoooooooo, anika's like "go ahead, it's perfectly fine to maim my husband!" 😊😊😊

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

well deserved and theek nishaane par laga. 😏😏😏

"waise bhi pyaas lagi thi bhaabi, koi baat nahi."

snort. 😆😆😆

it's amazing how both brothers have learnt to recognize the signs and duck in time, though. 😂😂😂

FORESHADOWINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. 😯😯😯

ugh dadi, don't want your cheesy lecture. go away. 🙄🙄🙄

kanji aankhein have fallennnn on someoneeeeeeee. 👀👀👀

lol his actual START when she sneaks up on him. 😂😂😂

oufff khatam karo yaaar yeh track. she's beginning to annoy meeeee now. 😤😤😤

oh boy, he has SSO-businessman-of-the-year face on. ohhhhhhhh NT. tu toh gayi. 😬😬😬

ooooh shivaay bought off the gunda? 😧😧😧

lmao even better, he put khanna on him with a gun to his head. 😆😆😆

aaaaaand we're back to manhandling and accusing. ugh. honestly so over this nonsense. when is he going to get to know the truth and CRY TEARS OF BLOOD?????? 😡😡😡

... y'know what, om is cancelled. he's cancelled. i'm so done with him. i can't handle his bs anymore. they better have a hell of a redemption track for him if i have to ever like him again. 😤😤😤

what thatttttttttt????? 🤔🤔🤔

ughhhhhhh is mummeh gonna know shivaay was snooping thanks to this goddamn sticker??? 😩😩😩

lmao nakuul we get it, you're trying to listen. itnaaaaaa bhi acting mat karo. 🙄🙄🙄

the dubbing in this scene is soooo bad. 😑😑😑

has shivaay heard or notttttt????? 😫😫😫

why is she wiping her cheek when NT didn't even get NEAR her? 🙄🙄

oufffff shivaay, hide better! 😒😒😒

thank god, i thought he'd get caught. 😬😬😬

there's still the matter of that fucking sticker though. 😥😥😥

HE STILL DIDN'T SEE WHO THE FUCK IT WAS??????????? OH MY GOD THIS FUCKING IDIOT. 😩😩😩

anddddd great. rudra fucking distracted her. 😑😑😑

ANIKA YOU WERE GIVEN SOMETHING TO DO AND... ouff. forget it. 😒😒😒

ouff, again with this garbageeeeeeee. 😠😠😠

DROP HER TO THE GODDAMN TRAIN STATION YOURSELF THEN. 😡😡😡

bardaasht toh hum tumhe nahi kar paa rahe, om. ☠☠☠

god. his scenes are getting as unbearable as the pinky scenes. how they've murdered my sweet boy. 😩😩😩

what happened to I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS OF ME!?!? pfffft. awaiiiii ki badi baatein. 🙄🙄🙄

goddddddddddd this damn kul-gothra pooja again. HE DOESN'T CARE WHO HER FAM IS. FIND A NEW SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEM!!!!!!! 😒😒😒

lol, nope! she doesn't know her khoon khaandaan either! 😊😊😊

lmao anika's dirty look at NT's hand on her shoulder. 😂😂😂

ok despite ALL this, if shivaay hasn't understood who's behind all this, all i have to say is...

lmaoooooooo, oh choti maa. you put your eggs in the wrong basket. 😂😂😂

ugh as usual, dadi is the fucking worstttttttttt. 😒😒😒

lol has shakti been here all along??? like... i genuinely got startled when i heard his voice coz i didn't even realise he was in the scene. 😐😐😐

deadline just got pushed waaaaaaay up, kids. 😬😬😬

... you should take that shirt off too, shivaay. seems to be getting in the way. no? ok. worth a shot. 😌😌😌

DUDE YOU'RE AN IDIOT. ALSO IT'S A FAMILY MEMBER. it's fucking cutthroat to EXPOSE a family member. like... what's your PLAN??? 😒😒😒

ouff, they could have used this time for some chulbul bhaabi - devarji bonding time instead. 😗😗😗

ab kaaahe ki ek aaatma. sab apne mein hi mast hai. shareer bhi teen, atma bhi teen. sigh. 😔😔😔

ugh dadi you and your tharki insinuations. 😑😑😑

NOT FUCKING AGAIN. OM I AM THISSSSSSSS CLOSE TO FEEDING YOU TO JANGO. HONESTLY. 🐊🐊🐊

i swear to god, if this stupid girl actually eats zehar because of this asshole, I AM GOING TO SET THE WORLD ON FIREEEEEEEEEEEE. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

not even focusing what's being said in this scene coz nakuul's in all black, and he's got his shirt sleeves folded up to the elbow and that's my kryptonite. 😍😍😍😍😍😍

"hum kuch karenge."

WOHI TOH PROBLEM HAIIIIIIIII. TUM DONO AAJ ITNEEEEE HOT LAG RAHE HO, AUR KUCH KAR HI NAHI RAHE HO. KUCH KAROOO YAAR. AT LEAST GET TO SECOND BASE. 😩😩😩

... TELL ME THIS STICKER BECOMES FUCKING USEFUL. PLEASE. 😣😣😣

i think my expectations of shivani are so low at this point that, other than the earrings, i think anika looks pretty good? like... i wish the sari was draped less poofily, but overall i don’t HATE it? 😕😕😕

i've missed rudra's jokes sooooooooooo much. it's criminal how much they're not using leenesh's comic timing. 😌😌😌

this rudra - NT interaction is giving me life. honestly the besttttttt part of this episode so far! 😂😂😂

my aesthetic: shivaay singh oberoi having to physically hold back his smol and angry wife. 😚😚😚

"kuch bhi ho jaaye, hum saath the, saath hai, aur saath rahenge. HAMESHA."

who's crying? not me. nope. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

wohiiii toh HUM poooonch rahe hai, TUMHARI PROBLEM KYAAAAAA HAIIIIIII OM???? like... LIFE MEIN. 😒😒😒

... ok, like can't argue with him here. he's been pretty clear from the get-go that he's not into this marriage at all. but jhanvi's playing dadi pt. 2 and just... forcing him into it. 😑😑😑

please jhanvi, save your sane and calming words for the son who is worth it.

hint: it's the other one. 😶😶😶

SIZE 5! pinky tu toh gayi. 😌😌😌

every time rudra calls gauri chulbul bhaabi, i get 3 years added to my lifespan. 😊😊😊

lol rudra selling OBRO moment to the max. 😆😆😆

oooh i like the new "lafzon ka yeh" version for goofy moments like this! 😊😊😊

LOL RUDRA! my little dumpling. i missed youuuuuu. 😘😘😘

my beauuuuuuuutiful boys! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

kaisi ghatiya overactingggg kar rahi ho, anika? 🙄🙄🙄

too distracted by the clacking of anika's earrings to pay attention to this boring conversation. 😐😐😐

oh shit, NT is doing popat of plan by going to shivaay instead! 😯😯😯

maha-aarti kaun karega? le, ghoom phir ke back to episode 1 waala issue. 😐😐😐

yaaaaaaaaas, my boys!!!!!! GODDAMNITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT CAN I JUST HAVE THEM IN ONEEEE SHOWWWWW AGAIN??????? *cries tears of blood* 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OUFFFFF YAAAAAAAR, KITNE DINO TAK CHALEGA YEHHHHHHHH TRACKKKKK?!?! IT'S THURSDAYY TOMORROW ALREADYYYYY!!!!!!!!! OUFFFF. 😩😩😩😩😩

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8livescatrescue · 5 years ago

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The last couple of weeks have been an interesting learning curve in many ways, both for me and the nine cats we’re in lockdown with. I’ve learned more about IT and working remotely, and in a sense that has been the easiest part of the learning. The tricky bits have been:

a) For me: “they don’t miss you half so much as you’ve imagined over the past years!” That’s a hard one. I’ve always felt bad about leaving them to go to work in a morning, kissed each of them on the head and promised to be back soon. I now find that during most the day they don’t give a f@ck … they go off outside (the younger ones) or settle on the bed (older ones) and pretty much leave me to get on with it until tea time.

Dasher Rowan Kevin … view from the office

b) For them: On the occasions where they decide to come to find me with some demand or other – I can’t always be immediately available. THIS IS HARD. Usually when they ask me to jump … I immediately ask “how high?”. The notion of waiting is as new to them as Zoom and Microsoft Teams are to me. Also there is the issue of rights to space on their bed. To date the understanding has been that I’m allowed to share it overnight but … a little like a B&B … need to vacate it during the day so they can stretch and relax and do what they need to do. Comments have been made, even the threat of a formal complaint, if I’ve decided to flop on the bed for a few minutes at lunch time.

No space for you!

I love that our cats are innocent of the current COVID-19 crisis. They know something is different though. I see them looking at me in a morning, looking at each other, looking at the clock, then the car, and rolling their eyes. I ‘hear’ them muttering: “aren’t you going to get in the big silver mouse and drive away for a while? … give us some time to get on with stuff?”

Little Rowan helped created a nice ‘atmosphere’ for my first call of the morning.

thanks Rowan

Flipper came in later to preside over Rowan’s home schooling. She felt that as another tabby she should take charge of him.

Sadly it didn’t go well. Flipper felt that little Rowan was wearing his stripes and dots all wrong …. apparently . There was only one way to do it … and of course it was hers. Although Flipper had sat in with me on the Microsoft Teams training, she’d unfortunately skipped the Equality and Diversity training …. and we had to run through some of the key points later in a 1:1.

I’ve had more attention during the sunny days whilst it was comfortable to snooze in the office, but on non sunny days I’ve been more or less left to get on with it. With the exception of Jango of course.

Many of you know Jango well. He’s one of our long standing residents. Now quite elderly, deaf, very arthritic and a little confused. In recent months he’s learned that if he howls loudly (or maybe as he’s deaf he just thinks its normal volume) I’ll run to his aid. I’m more than happy to do this. His requests are usually for me to be a human stairlift as going up and down is manageable but painful for him. Or for food … which again can easily be provided. During isolation though he’s got into the habit of coming into my office in the afternoon for some love and attention.

His first foray into the office was to go under the desk and start chewing the cable to my work lap top! Tricky on many counts! My work depends on it and its NHS property. Add to that the fact that I was on a call to a patient at the time, dealing with my phone phobia, and an ill fitting pair of head phones (or mis-shapen ears – depending on your perspective). We’ve now blocked access to the area using cushions and the kittens’ play cube.

His second, and now regular approach, is to ask to be picked up. That’s kind of ok. I can more or less do that without losing concentration or earphones coming loose. However he then sits purring loudly on my lap. On one level I love that! On another I had to check with my supervisor yesterday whether the purrs could be heard through the microcphone. Whilst many of Jag’s issues are about older age, he’s always had a wire chewing issue, leading to us having had to cover every wire in the house with cable tidy or other protection. You’ll have guessed what happened next … as I gently tried to push him away from the microphone, he swung round and clamped his teeth on the cable.

We have securely fitting, ‘over the ear’ wifi/without cables headphones on order from a well known online supplier. Let’s hope that brings us an easier week next week.

Flipper has offered herself as an oddly shaped kind of mouse mat come wrist support …

I don’t want to be unkind … but … it’s not entirely helpful if I’m honest.

Aunty Honey has sensibly got on with what she’s best at … looking after everyone. If you need your head washing and a bit of reassurance …. Aunty Hon is the place to go.

I go to Aunty Honey quite often x

Working from home! WTF! (2) The last couple of weeks have been an interesting learning curve in many ways, both for me and the nine cats we're in lockdown with.

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