#Master Padwan bonding!

[thegreatwicked]

Your list is so impressive! 😭 can I ask for two? Padawan (of course), and I'm intrigued to know more about your originals! Would love a snip of "Not Your Fucking Grieving Widow"

Thanks love! Of course, you can! Let's start with Padawan!

“Quite insatiable, aren’t you?” You didn’t answer him, laying your lips on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

“Shh, focus my Padawan,” You teased, you would have given anything to see the look on his face at your use of the title for him.

"And what do you suggest I focus on?" 

Obi-Wan fought to maintain his Jedi focus in this new unchartered territory but with your hands exploring his body and your lips on his neck, it was proving to be quite difficult. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the desire that threatened to consume him. As unorthodox as what you were doing was he couldn’t deny there was something spiritual about it, the way your breathing and hearts were as one and the gentle peace and pleasure lapping at the two of you creating a sense of intimate connection that both thrilled and terrified him.

But then you pressed against him again and moaned softly in his ear, “So tense Master,”

The use of the title and the sensation of your heated skin against his caused a groan to escape from deep within him. And you brought your hands up and began to rub his shoulders. He tensed briefly but then began to relax under your touch,.

“Maybe I can help,” 

Obi-Wan's resolve started to crumble as your hands moved up his neck and through his hair. 

Despite knowing it was a game he wasn't meant to win, Obi-Wan continued trying to hone his focus through the age old tradition of Jedi meditation with this new twist, and for a few moments, he saw some measure of success. 

Peace enveloped him the same way your hands caressed his shoulders and strangely enough, he felt more calm than usual, his breathing deep and steady at least for a little while. 

His composure waivered as your lips brushed against his ear and you felt him shudder as your hands dipped down the front of his chest brushing against his muscles feeling them flex and shift beneath your touch and every so often he'd let out a tiny breath. 

He was doing a good job of remaining composed, that was until you reached the drawstring waistband of his trousers, that was when he truly lost himself.

Your fingers danced along the seam of muscle and cloth for a moment before slipping a finger underneath then another until your hand enveloped his quickly thickening cock and he let out a low moan.

"Concentrate, Master," you chided, your words dripping with seduction as you continued to stroke him, "Feel the power of the force pulsating through you, driving your desires." You threw emphasis on words like feel and pulsating in tandem with how you stroked him, being a merciless tease.

"Y-yes," he muttered as your grip grew firmer. 

This was more than just a game; with you by his side, guiding him with both mind and body, he felt more connected to the force than ever before.

His rigid posture began to falter and his hands balled into fists, "Can you feel it, Master."

A low rumble raced through his chest, "You really are testing my patience, Padawan." He said in a voice that vaguely sounded like a warning. 

"Forgive me, Master, let me make it up to you." You slipped two fingers inside yourself, gathering the wetness there while your other hand stroked him slower and your thumb smeared his precum around the head of his cock.

Your teeth found his ear and you nipped at him, "Padawan," He warned again in a lower tone, but whatever threats he had in mind never came. Before he moved again to make good on his tone, you brought your fingers to his lips, painting them in your wetness. 

He quickly took them into his mouth with a deep unadulterated moan, his rigid posture failed him and he relaxed into your grip while the sucked on your fingers. You were on cloud nine, loving how you had this warrior of a man unraveling before you. The sensual power over him was intoxicating.

The way his tongue danced over your fingers with a heated intensity that sent little pulses of warmth through your body straight to your core. "Faster?" You asked him a little more out of breath than you'd intended.

He groaned onto your fingers, and shook his head, "Slower." He commanded, releasing your fingers and one of his hands slipped behind your head, pulling you into a kiss, one you could taste yourself on. "More." He growled.

Oh, I need to finish this one, don't I? Lord, the meditation sex trope, always good one. What crazy adventures will our Padwan and her Master get up to from here?? I'll tag you in the other one in a separate post for tagging purposes.

[questforgalas]

Admittedly, the Mortis Arc isn't one of my favorites in TCW. I appreciate it's overall importance, but it doesn't hit the tone and vibes that I go to TCW for so I don't often go back to it. However, it is home to one of my favorite Obi-Wan moments which takes place in the cave that he and Ahsoka are sheltering in in the first episode.

Why yes, it is his interaction with Qui-Gon, but it's not the whole conversation. At this point in the timeline, we're in full adult Obi-Wan mode. Anakin's technically not his padawan anymore, he's arguably the most capable and important general in the GAR, and he's one of the most revered Jedi in the order (and will continue to be even when the order is gone). He's sassy, he's flirty, he's intelligent, and he's calm. From Attack of the Clones to this point in TCW, we really don't ever see Obi-Wan lose his cool, whether it's through anger or panic. He's faced impossible odds (i.e. second battle of Geonosis), but kept his signature Obi-Wan composure through it all.

Flash forward to the cave scene. Obi-Wan wakes up to realize Qui-Gon's force ghost is just chilling in the cave with him, and as soon as his brain connects it's Qui-Gon, he blurts, and I mean blurts, out "What is this place?" with confusion and panic in his eyes (as always, shout out to the TCW animators). In an instant, one second in Qui-Gon's presence, and he lets go of the "General with everything on his shoulders" and Mr "We'll figure this out in time" and becomes a padawan seeking answers from his master. I. Absolutely. Love. It.

One, it shows the connection Obi-Wan had with Qui-Gon that many fans of the written universe are familiar with (especially the struggles they had to get there), and I love having that layer of Obi-Wan laying close to the surface that it takes a second for it to come out. Second, it adds to the narration of the close relationship padawans and masters have. This theme and exploration continues to take root and branch out with every new padawan/master relationship we get to explore throughout the mediums (The High Republic is huge on the theme of padwan/master relationships), and I personally loved seeing it come out even in their older age. Even after years of being separated and literally no contact, that bond is something that can never be severed. It's really beautiful and fits so well in the on-going theme of "found family" in Star Wars, and this moment in particular stands out to me for it.

[casp1an-sea]

Switch “CT-2020”

(It’s an unfortunate CT number I know)

BACK TO CLONE MASTER POST

Birth Year: 32 BBY

Age at beginning: like 20ish (enhanced aging)

Species: Clone (Reg)

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 6’0”

Occupation: medic

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Personality: Switch is quiet indecisive and has mood swings which sparked his name (also the fact that he uses a switchblade style vibroblade). Those traits became less prevalent as he got older though so it’s not obvious now but people still poke fun at it despite it not rly being applicable in most situations. He’s sarcastic and charismatic, but he can be really gentle when tending to patients. He sometimes feels like he’s stepping on egg shells because he kind of always feels out of loup and hasn’t really found his place in the group yet.

Appearance: half of his hair is black and half is bleach blonde. The tips of his bangs on the black side of his hair are also bleached because when he slicks them over to the blonde side it still gives the illusion of half and half hair. His hair is short with slightly longer bangs that are slicked to one side. He has the blue eye mutation in only his left eye giving him heterochromia. His armor has a two toned look. He also marks the people he’s saved and the people he’s lost on his armour.

Weapons: Typical clone weapons idk I’m lazy and also a switchblade style vibroblade

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Backstory: He’s always felt like he doesn’t fully fit in with the group because he was added onto the group late. Rose had always fit better because Rush and Kev had known him prior and requested him. Digits joining took some of the weight off of him but it was different because Digits never tried to bond while switch did. Switch was always kind of worried that he was just pretending to be closer with the group than he actually was. Switch’s squad have specifically been assigned to Zac and Sunni sense the two padwans have no master.

He was injured badly during the war effort and sent to corsocaunt for recovery when order 66 happened. Because of this he never received the order. The hospital ended up being stormed by order 66 troopers looking for Jedi and switch fled and went into hiding as he didn’t know what was going on. (There’s more to his story I just haven’t come up with it yet)

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[zuthecomcat]

This was my commission! Very thankful for Wafel and how they put up with my overly specific requests. This pic is done for a Star Wars: Old Republic AU that I’m writing (character info and lore dump below)

This AU explores an alternate scenario of what happened in the centuries after the fall of the Reconstituted Sith Empire (This particular story takes place a few hundred years after the Empire’s dissolution.) (also the AU is kinda furry oriented: I know, I know, shame me)

These pics are showing two important characters, Levka (first pic, Unknown Big Cat Hybrid) and Marya (second pic, Canadian Lynx), who were both Jedi Padawans on the rebuilt Dantooine Jedi Enclave.

Levka and Marya were both taken by the Jedi Order as infants, and became friends when they were both still Jedi Younglings. Eventually, they were both put under the tutelage of the same Jedi Master, becoming Padawans. The two were practically inseparable, getting along well despite the many differences between them. Marya was a model student, both talented in the Force and very attuned to Jedi philosophy. Her close adherence to Jedi protocol endeared her to the Jedi Council, and even though her introverted personality kept her from being too outgoing, she still was admired by her fellow Padawans for both her skill and pleasant disposition.

Levka was a different story. While she showed great aptitude in the Force and in lightsaber training, she was not nearly as obedient or as devoted to the Jedi Order’s ideals as Marya was. She was unenthusiastic about listening to her Master and even less willing to endure reprimands and lectures, having the nerve to talk back to her instructors on numerous occasions. The council was unsure of what to make of her. Her history of personal conflict with other Padawans was worrying; her occasional impassioned outbursts were even more so. But despite these flaws, Levka was still a talented student, and eventually managed to minimize her infractions of the rules, though this was mostly because she got better at hiding them.

Regardless of the contrast between them, Marya and Levka were as close as friends could be. Whether they were reading from holobooks in the library or taking a walk through the forests next to the Jedi Enclave, they were almost always seen together. This relationship was slightly controversial among Dantooine’s Jedi Council however, as some hardliners voiced concerns that this could be defined as an emotional attachment. Any relationship, even a particularly close friendship, had the potential to lead to attachment, therefore causing imbalance within a Jedi. This would be unacceptable; a Jedi should have no attachments, being concerned only with serving the Will of the Force. But this was dismissed, as the majority felt that the bond between the two Padawans didn’t have any noticeable impact.

But as the girls grew older and approached young adulthood, their relationship started to change. The two began to draw closer, with Levka being the first to realize her feelings for Marya had taken on a new tone. As both Padwans came to terms with their relationship and the attachment they had to one another, they slowly began to draw away from the ways of the Jedi Order and seek a different path. If attachment would interfere with Jedi techniques, they needed to find a new way to channel the Force.

They got their wish when they discovered a strange holocron hidden in the forest next to the Enclave. The holocron provided them with a wealth of knowledge, and showed them teachings that seemed to contradict those of the Jedi. It showed how one could use their passion as a source of power, that emotions and attachments could strengthen their connection to the Force. Though they were cautious about trusting this unfamiliar artifact, they eventually resolved to study it and verify its claims, to see if these new teachings would truly help them. Together, they pledged themselves to learning the secrets of the holocron.

Somewhere, their new master sensed this and smiled. The Padawans had found his gift.

Soon, they would no longer be Padawans; they would be his apprentices.

Soon, they would grow stronger than any Jedi.

Soon, the Jedi Order would burn.

TL;DR: Who would win, almost two decades of Jedi training or the urge to kiss your best friend

Wowee first commission!!! I absolutely love how it turned out lol

[shadowlight17]

Ooh any era…some Padawan Qui-Gon and Master Dooku bonding fluff?

ooooh I haven't written anything that's not like evil Dooku so this was fun!! Fair warning though: I have read nothing on these two’s relationship. So I’m going off of what I know as their characters later on. Qui-Gon is a brash and foolish young teen who wants to impress his master, but wants to impress him HIS way. And Dooku is someone who has to have stuff done HIS way. They bash heads, but care for each other regardless. That's kind of the characterization I'm going off of. :D ENJOY Qui-Gon Jinn frowned down at the plant he was supposed to be trimming. Master Dooku had called it a bonsai tree and said he could shape it any way he wished. But he’d sensed his Master’s disappointment as he’d cut away at the tiny tree. Had he done something wrong? He gently tilted the leaves and their carefully sculpted-ness and glanced over at Dooku’s own immaculate tiny tree. He sighed and pushed the tree to the side. “Master, what purpose does trimming a miniature tree have to do with anything?”

He asked, and almost immediately sensed Dooku’s irritation as Qui’s interruption caused the Master’s hand to slip and for him to clip a piece off the tree that he hadn’t intended to. Qui-Gon hung his head. “Sorry, Master.” He apologized quickly and the irritation faded away. “Don’t apologize, padawan. I was simply irritated because I cannot seem to get my tree to shape how I would like it. It was not any irritation at you, young one.” Dooku said, serene as always. He turned his wise eyes to the younger Jedi and a rare smile graced his face as he looked over at Qui’s tree. “Your tree looks lovely, Qui. The purpose is simple. To be able to be precise, and delicate with the tree while also having the focus and vision to know what the tree needs.” Dooku instructed, pointing to the little branches that Qui-Gon hadn’t cut. “You saw where the tree would be healthier if you left these branches, and now the tree is happier for your care of it.” Dooku said softly and Qui perked up at that. He’d done well? “You’ve done well, padawan. Take a break and go find your friends. They’ll want to hear about your progress in your saber classes, I imagine.” Dooku said and Qui hopped up from the table, bonking his knees into it and narrowly saving the bonsai plant. “Thank you Master!” He chirped out, bowing hurriedly and sprinting for the door. Dooku smiled at where Qui-Gon had left. They may have their differences, but it was easy to see why the Force had drawn them together. They were good for each other. Qui-Gon learned restraint, and Dooku...Dooku learned to let go sometimes. Thank you for the Prompt!!! Prompt requests are still open!! :D

[ziltoidcoffee]

Drabble: Sith Terry and Jedi Padawan Daniel - Part 2

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A week after meeting Master Silver, Daniel and his master were sent to Sullust on a mission to defend the planet from an insurgency of pirates and to establish a provisional anti-piracy committee.

Most of the mission went smoothly and swiftly. They originally expected to spend several weeks hunting down the pirates, but Master Miyagi suggested they set a trap to lure them back. In only a few days, the criminals returned to steal the valuables and were caught by Daniel and his master. After transporting them to the Sullust prison, they spend the rest of the week assisting the planet leaders with setting up procedures and processes to handle future piracy.

While Sullust was a beautiful planet, Daniel was excited to return home. Thanks to the planet’s toxic atmosphere, he barely got to step outside during their stay, and there’s nothing he enjoyed more than being in nature these days. But en route to Coruscant, their starship was attacked by vengeful pirates in response to their mission on Sullust.

Though they were able to take down the pirates, Master Miyagi’s ship was damaged in the fight, and their landing was rough. Daniel’s master was injured in the crash and required several days of rest. As a Padwan, he couldn’t go on any missions until Master Miyagi recovered and was told to practice training in the meantime.

Daniel’s spent the last three days alone, unable to see his master while he recovered. Through their training bond, he knew his master was safe, but he was anxious to check on him. He was also eager to leave the temple, which he couldn’t do without Master Miyagi until he became a Jedi Knight.

Standing in the training grounds of the temple, he stares at the Great Tree in the center of the courtyard and wonders how long he should spend here today. The younglings will be by in a few hours, and though Daniel loves seeing them, he doesn’t want to disrupt their class. Ali, another Padawan, would be returning from a mission later tonight. Maybe he could convince her to come spar with him so he wouldn’t have to practice alone. He’s battling the remote currently and growing bored after a few rounds.

When another shot beams out of the device, he swings the blue lightsaber across his body to easily deflect the laser. For the next attack, Daniel decides to get creative and flips his body while striking the ray of light. He ends up with his back facing the device, which pauses with a beep, when he hears a voice behind him.

“You training for another tournament?”

He whirls around to come face-to-face with Master Silver and can’t restrain a smile. Since they came back from Sullust, with no mission to distract him, the mysterious Jedi has been on Daniel’s mind. But he knows Master Miyagi would disapprove, labeling his interest as an attachment. Though Daniel’s not sure what he’d call it either.

“Master Silver,” Daniel greets, disarming his saber. “So nice to see you again. But no—not training for another tournament. Just training for…the trials…I guess…If I ever get a chance”

Master Silver steps closer to him. “You gotta have more confidence,” he declares, placing a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “You’re the champion, remember?” Daniel chuckles and tries not to focus on the warmth coming off the Jedi. “I’m sure Master Miyagi will send you on a mission soon..”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m already nineteen and won two of those tournaments so far,” Daniel answers bitterly. “I mean—I know I’m not supposed to have ‘attachments’ but I haven’t seen my ma’ since I was four. My master said I could see her after I became a knight, at least once.”

The hand on his shoulder squeezes gently before releasing. “I know how you feel, Danny,” Master Silver sighs, and Daniel doesn’t correct him on his name. Even though he shouldn’t give in to the feelings, his heart flutters at Master Silver speaking to him so casually. “My master didn’t deem me worthy until I was twenty.”

Daniel gasps. “What? You? How could that be?” he asks then sees the smirk on the Jedi’s lips. “Uh—it’s not like I know ya’ that well. Just—you seem really...worthy of Knighthood.”

“Well, so do you. I may not…know you that well either,” Master Silver begins, his tone almost teasing. “But I saw you fighting just now. You’re fit to be a Jedi Knight in my eyes.”

His face warms under the praise. “That’s not what Master Miyagi says. He claims I gotta’ a lot of training left to do,” Daniel mutters, trying not to sound so ungrateful for his master.

“That’s too bad,” Master Silver says, then steps back and reaches down to retrieve the lightsaber from his belt. He spins the weapon in his hand once before igniting the yellow shining end. “But there’s only so much you can learn from one teacher. Why don’t I show you something new?”

He wants to say yes, his heart pounding at the idea of seeing Master Silver fight. But he shakes his head and stammers, “I don’t know if my master would approve.” “He doesn’t think you’re ready for the trials either,” Master Silver points out.

The Jedi’s words are convincing. Daniel ignites his lightsaber and firmly grips the hilt. “Teach me, Master Silver,” Daniel tells him. “I’m ready to learn.”

Master Silver’s smile sharpens. “Okay, come at me like you would an enemy,” he orders, waving him over with his free hand.

Daniel doesn’t hesitate. He runs forward with a cry and slashes at the Jedi with his weapon. But Master Silver simply stretches out his hand, and before Daniel knows what’s happening, he’s thrown to the ground several feet away, his lightsaber falling from his hand. Stunned by the Jedi’s use of the force, he doesn’t even get up right away, watching Master Silver stride over.

“Are you all right, Padawan?” he asks with a frown, holding out his hand.

“Uh-” He stammers. His heart skips at the title, and that’s why Daniel doesn’t take his hand, getting up by himself. “I’m fine. I’m just—were you using the force?” When he asks this question, his voice is in a whisper, knowing they’re out in the open.

“Of course,” Master Silver answers, and his eyes follow Daniel fetching his lightsaber from the floor.

He brings his weapon over to the Jedi and whispers, “Aren’t we…not allowed to use the force in combat?”

The Jedi chuckles. “That’s what they say. ‘Use the force as a last resort.’ But my master used the force in battle all the time,” he explains. “Haven’t you seen Master Miyagi do the same?”

His memories of their last mission come back to him, and Daniel nods. “Yeah. But only when he had to, you know?”

Master Silver frowns and turns off his saber, placing the weapon back in the holster. “I understand your concern,” he begins.”But as a Jedi, the force is our most powerful weapon, and you should always be ready to fight. Why limit yourself in battle?”

That’s what Daniel thought when Master Miyagi told him. “Yeah, I get it. But Master Miyagi is my master. I gotta listen to him if I wanna become a Jedi Knight,” he says and bows to Master Silver. “But thanks for trying to help.”

There’s a pause where Master Silver says nothing. Then he smiles and steps closer, sending heat back to Daniel’s cheeks. “It’s my pleasure, Danny,” he purrs, grabbing his shoulder again. “And if you’re ever missing a master again, I’ll be more than happy to fill that position.”

Daniel’s heart thunders in his chest, and he refuses to speak, watching Master Silver leave the training rounds.

The Jedi Code forbids attachments. They are not allowed to marry, have kids, or loved ones. All their relationships must remain platonic, and even then, the friendship can only be so strong. But Daniel knows his feelings for Master Silver are growing, and he doesn’t want to push them away. It’s not simple lust like he was taught as a youngling, a feeling he can act on and forget. Daniel wants to be with Master Silver in any way he can.

But instead of chasing after Master Silver, he forces himself in the opposite direction, heading for the meditation garden.

[imrowanartist]

I would be really interested in learning more about the structure of Halo company and it's jedi&padwan, if you were interested in posting about it. I checked your ao3 and posts but didn't see anything laying out specifics.

Hi! I’m so honored you’re interested in them ^^

I’m kinda developing it as I go along so there literally weren’t any specifics yet whoops. But I used your ask as motivation to work it out a bit more! I apologize in advance if it only becomes more confusing after this XD

Just a disclaimer: I don’t know anything about the military except for what google told me, and even then I’ve changed up stuff to my liking.

So Halo Company is a bit special in the sense that it isn't part of a larger battalion. This is because the Jedi council recognized that Master Cos wasn't very well suited for military command, but since they didn't have much choice they assigned him a company anyway, hoping that the assigned Clone Commanding Officer would be able to help him out (they were right). Out of character, this is mostly because Cos is not my own OC, but a friend's and I kind of needed an excuse to keep him out of the way, but still part of Kio's story.

Halo Company mostly takes on smaller skirmishes. They provide relief efforts, handle small scale insurrections and such, respond to emergency situations and do some occasional special ops. They kind of bounce around the galaxy, teaming up with other battalions when needed as well. They operate mostly from a Republic Light Cruiser called the Serenity.

Officially, Kio is the commanding officer in his Master's (frequent) absence, but since he's thirteen at the start of the war he is very happy to put it all in Nova's hands and just tag along. Nova definitely becomes a father figure to him and they have a very close bond that the Council would probably disapprove of, oops.

Here's a messy chart to explain the structure of Halo a bit:

I'm sure I'll add more faces (and names) to the other clones part of Halo, but like I said, I'm making it all up as I go along. But here are the members I have sketched out so far! (Purrgil is not actually that mean, but I was practicing some expressions)

[jessicas-pi]

I want to talk about my OCs and you're a captive audience :)

Ok, so, in the fic I posted a while ago, there were a couple OCs mentioned: Jadan and Esme. They're my babies and I want to talk about them. <3

First off, Jadan Sa'al, a heterochromatic Mirialan boy, Padawan Commander of the 212th!

Jadan is 16 at the start of the Clone Wars. He was assigned to be Obi-Wan's Padawan shortly before Christophsis. Ahsoka still shows up, but there's no pretense of her being "Obi-Wan's Padawan." She rolls up in her Space Heelys like "yo whats up skydude i'm your new kid sister and that's your problem"

(No, not really. But... kind of.)

Mirialans are supposed to be trained by Mirialan masters, but due to the war, there wasn't a Mirialan available to train Jadan. The Council gave him the option of transferring to a service corps or being apprenticed to a non-Mirialan Jedi, while still learning about Mirialan culture from other Mirialan Jedi. He chose the second option.

Ahsoka is two years younger than him but they're close friends. She's technically his lineage-niece but he calls her his Padawan-sister because (a) they annoy each other like siblings and (b) let's be honest Obi-Wan has partial custody of her anyway.

And on the topic of lineages:

My personal headcanon is that alternating generations of the disaster lineage are Charming (tm). We have Obi-Wan "Flirt Master" Kenobi, and then Anakin the Walking Dumpster Fire, and Ahsoka, who has (as another tumblr-user pointed out) played the dashing knight to a royal on THREE separate occassions.

I suggest that this also applies here. Jadan Sa'al, Padwan of Obi-Wan, is Not Smooth. He's awkward, he's a nerd, and he's so. very. in. love.

Which is a problem given that his unsecret crush is my other OC: Esme Ereth, Dark Acolyte.

Esme has a... troubled past.

She was born on Dathomir (and ohhh boy do I have a ton of headcanons about nightsisters though that's something for another post) but something happened—I haven't quite decided what yet—and she was taken off-world. She was about ten when that happened.

Seven years later, after some traumatic backstory (which is where she got a bunch of scars—several on her face and one on her shoulder—and a heck ton of traditional tattoos on her arms and back), she ends up as Ventress's daughter part-time apprentice.

Imagine the scene: Obi-Wan and Ventress meet up and start their battleflirting, Esme sighs deeply... only to hear the exact same sound from Kenobi's new Padawan.

They immediately bond over their teachers' obnoxious sarcasm and overuse of "my dear"s. (While stubbornly denying that they, too, are battleflirting, of course.)

Somehow, just like Padmé about Anakin, Esme thinks Jadan's Complete And Total Romantic Incompetence is adorable. She tells him that and he bluescreens.

Esme: you're endearing

[Jadan.exe has stopped working]

Ahsoka is having a ton of fun teasing her fellow Padawan about this. (Like I said, they annoy each other like siblings.)

Eventually, the girlies get their redemption arc and end up chillin at the Jedi temple. They bring another Nightsister with them, just a kid, the only other survivor of the Dathomir Massacre. She befriends a young initiate and they make it their life mission to cause as many problems as possible (Padawan Suduri is a favorite target for their pranks.) More on that later.

(I'm considering making Jadan mildly psychometric. just so I can have a 3/3 score of psychometric jedi & nightsister duos)

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Love and Rage

Yeah, I'm...I...I have a few one-shots for you all...

This is another one from that Frankenstein prompt list thing and this one was "I have love in me, the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage, the likes of which you would not believe."

Yup

Anakin always thought his Master didn’t understand him. Obi-Wan was emotionless. He felt nothing.

At least, that’s what Anakin used to believe.

He sat with Obi-Wan one night after a brutal battle. Anakin raged and paced. HIs anger bled into the Force.

And Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan just sat there. He sat and watched Anakin with sadness in his eyes that his former Padwan would likely not notice.

“I don’t understand how you can just...sit there!” Anakin yelled. “Our men were brutally murdered! So many died, and you just sit there as if nothing happened!”

Cody twitched at Obi-Wan’s side. Obi-Wan rested his hand on Cody’s and looked at him with those sad eyes. Those eyes filled with pain and sorrow that Anakin could not see.

“You misunderstand, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered. “Do not take my silence for uncaring, unfeeling.”

Anakin laughed. “Why not? That’s what you are!”

Obi-Wan sighed and lowered his head. Carefully, he opened his shields. His emotions, feelings, were released down their bond. Anakin gasped and stumbled. His eyes were wide and he looked lost as he looked at Obi-Wan.

“Wh-”

“Dear one,” Obi-Wan kept his voice low and his head rose to look at Anakin.” I have love in me, the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage, the likes of which you would not believe.” Obi-Wan closed his shields and a tear rolled down Anakin’s cheek. “I am a Jedi. I do not let my emotions control me. I do not allow the rage to overwhelm my love, nor do I let my overwhelm the rage.”

“I feel so much. How could I not?” Obi-Wan asked, shrugging and smiling thinly. “It is not wrong to feel It is not wrong to have emotions, but when we allow them to take over, we are capable of terrible things. Remember that, please.”

Anakin thought the words over and nodded. “I will.” He said after swallowing back the horrible feelings. “I promise.”

Years later, he breaks that promise.

[nny11writes]

It’s late and I’m hyped up on sugar but consider: the force forming a master-padawan bond between Jedi!dooku and bb!ahsoka cbnc style

Okay, okay, okay, so I wrote waaaaay too much because apparently I had to work through the angst first (Look Dooku, already bitter and being courted by Palpatine and literally about to leave the Jedi Order because fuck you and fuck this getting saddled with a roughly 5-6 year old Ahsoka would not be A Happy Man Okay With This. Qui Gon had to kick his teeth in before Dooku stopped being a neglectful asshole, and then he still needed to get judged harshly by Anakin (who was ready to commit a minor case of major murder) and Obi-Wan before coming around to it. That is not my fault and I won’t apologize, but unless you really want the angst Imma skip it for what this made me actually think of and want to write out). There was a lot of angst lol, BUT can you picture it? For this to work out, Dooku would need to not leave the Order or Republic. And you know what that means? Time for Palpatine choked on a bagel trope, my favey fave! Enjoy Dooku manhandling his feral trash child!

Padme wasn’t sure how she managed to not laugh instantly. She had become the youngest Senator of Naboo after Palpatine’s unfortunately early passing, and had just finished another exhausting day of learning on the job when she’d run straight into Master Dooku. Who was well known as a Jedi scholar and diplomat, literally digging through the trash while hissing into it. And then, like a magician pulling something impressively large out of his hat, he had pulled a togruta Padawan from the trash by her robes.

It was quite the sight!

The Padwan smiled brightly, “Hello Master, fancy seeing you here!”

“Ah yes,” Dooku said drolly, “whatever might I be doing here considering my Padawan seemed to have vanished from her rotation assisting Senator Taa?”

Padme looked at the young girl again, she must have been older than Padme had assumed if she had a rotation with Orn Free Taa. She did not envy the Padawan, in fact, she could understand wanting to hide in a trash bin to avoid him herself.

“I wouldn’t say I vanished,” the Padawan made no effort to be released, instead hanging happily from Master Dooku’s hand like the galaxy’s least repentant massiff. “I saw that my presence was not required and decided to make better use of my time and his.”

“By hiding in the trash!? Ahsoka...” Dooku sighed heavily before finally putting his apprentice down.

And oh, wasn’t that a bit funny? Anakin had recently met with her for lunch, uncaring of his stained mechanics clothes in the high end restaurant he’d gushed about his best friend Ahsoka. Who was a togruta. She could only hope luck was on her side this time and they were one in the same.

“What?” Ahsoka bristled as she stomped a foot, “It is a better use of my time! It’s not like Free Taa-”

Dooku spoke in the same tired and broken tones that Padme usually associated with her own parents on learning what she’d done this time. “Senator Taa, you will be respectful of the Senator’s title.”

Not that Padawan Ahsoka seemed to be listening. “-and he isn’t even trying to help me understand politics because I’m too young and it’s not earning him any credits-”

“Ahsoka…” Dooku sighed heavily again. Now that she thought about it, it was rather like the way Obi-Wan often sighed Anakin’s name. He rubbed one hand against his face as if to wash his exhaustion off with it. “You are required to finish a rotation to a Senator’s satisfaction, and this is the third time you’ve run away.”

The Padawan crossed her arms and glared at the floor. “They started it.”

“I am running swiftly out of contacts for you to spend this rotation with, how many times do you wish to fail this particular course?”

Padawan Ahsoka scuffed her boot on the carpet, mumbling in embarrassment.

“Padme,” Corde half hearted grumbled through her smile, “no.”

“Padme, yes!” She whispered back before stepping forward. “Pardon me Master Dooku, Padawan Ahsoka, I am afraid I overheard just a bit of your conversation.”

Dooku actually blushed, which she was going to hold as something of a personal award for the rest of her life, and Ahsoka’s lekku wiggled and shifted colors at the attention.

“While I am rather new to the Senate myself, I have been in politics my whole life. I would love to take Ahsoka on, and it would greatly benefit us both I think.” Padme smiled before adding on, “I have heard great things about your from Jedi Skywalker after all.”

Ahsoka, somehow, managed to blush harder. Her lekku going almost more black than blue. Her voice was rather small as she more asked than said, “...Senator Amidala?”

“Yes, that would be me. A pleasure to finally meet you.” Padme walked with confidence before extending her hand for a shake.

Dooku appeared to be either counting backwards from ten or had a massive headache. Perhaps both. Ahsoka, however, happily shook her hand with a wild grin growing on her face now that she realized she wasn’t in trouble.

“Master? I think this could be a very good fit for me,” Ahsoka said, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Padme literally saw her pulled out of a trash can not five minutes ago she wouldn’t have guessed the problems she’d run into here at the Senate. Her posture and tone were spot on for any seasoned politician in the dome.

“Well, that is two against one, but I suppose it is up to you Master Dooku.” Padme kept her voice as pleasant as possible.

After all, in a different timeline Dooku could have been another planetary ruler like herself.

“You will finish this rotation Padawan, and you will behave yourself.” “Yes Master.”

“Thank the Senator.”

“Thank you for the opportunity Senator Amidala.”

Padme smiled, but was able to hold her laughter in. “You are welcome Padawan.”

“Excellent,” Dooku bowed to her, “I wash my hands of this then. I will see you at evening meal Padawan, do not be late.”

Despite the look he was giving Padawan Ahsoka, Padme had a good feeling it was mostly for show. Especially with the way Ahsoka grinned back like a bright white supergiant and bounced on her toes. “Yes Master!”

They watched as Master Dooku spun on his heel and stalked back out of the Senate before Padme finally allowed herself to giggle just a little bit, which was really more Corde’s fault for tugging on her sleeve like that. Ahsoka seemed unbothered as she walked over to join them.

“So, what are we doing next and do you have any embarrassing stories about Ani?”

Padme snickered, “Let’s get a schedule set up and then we can talk about Anakin.”

Her office smelled faintly like old jogans, but it was quite worth it.

[glimmerglanger]

Okay, I have to ask... it's been burning holes in my mind for ages! How does Ahsoka fit into your reverse!AU? I can imagine so much angst in every iteration... Is she Obi-Wan's padawan? Still Anakin's? If so does he love her like in canon, is he more dismissive? Is Obi-wan concerned, jealous? Or if she's with Obi-Wan, is he terrified, over-protective, distant? Perfect? Is Anakin jealous, does he still form a bond with her? Or is he kind of manipulative? These are burning questions!

Ohhhhhhhhh! So, both options have a lot of appeal for me. Making her Obi-Wan’s padawan sort of fits establishing canon better (the younger of them gets a new padawan. HOWEVER the Council’s reasoning for giving Anakin, specifically, a padwan remains. He’s the one they’re primarily worried about, not Obi-Wan). I think, if she were Obi-Wan’s, he’d be wildly protective and she’d likely have no clear idea why.

She could also end up as Anakin’s second padawan (because more ties to the Order, more stability, etc. Maybe it didn’t take the Council long to realize that Anakin got....more aggressive once Obi-Wan was Knighted. They figure a padawan balanced him out, so they give him another one?)

If she’s Anakin’s padawan, Obi-Wan definitely worries about her, constantly and extensively. Probably without ever acknowledging why (after all, everything Anakin does is alright, he’s the Chosen One, it has to be fine). 

I think Ahsoka has a bit of jealousy towards Obi-Wan, at least at first, because Anakin is obsessed with him, and she feels frustrated that he’s still so fixated on his old padawan. I don’t think it lasts very long, however, because Obi-Wan is the only one she can ask about Anakin’s moods and so forth. They start talking fairly quickly and once she spends time around him, it’s much more difficult to do anything but be friends.

Plus, he steps up to help teach her mediation and some new saber techniques, it’s almost like having two masters. (Anakin...does get jealous if they spend too much time together. And I think Obi-Wan never stops worrying about her, especially as she gets older).

[griancraft]

Star Wars au! Basically the events of the clone wars but I change them a little to make them fit SBI and adjacent because I’m hyperfixating on both dsmp and tcw. Will end up drawing this + comparisons

Wilbur is anakin.

He is very set in his beliefs and does his best to do the right thing. He is corrupted by the dark hand of Dream (sorry Dream stans) who is actually DreamXD, a sith lord.

Technoblade is padame amidala, but Wilbur and himself consider each other like brothers rather than anything icky. Attachments are forbidden by the Jedi and Wilbur and Technoblade are fiercely loyal to each other.

Tommy as Ashoka Tano.

He is the independent and cocky padawan apprentice to Wilbur. Starts off really arrogant but as he grows and learns through the war he grows into his potential and becomes much more subdued.

Phil is Obiwan.

He is a Jedi master on the council. He takes Anakin as his padwan and essentially adopts him. Cares for him a lot. The line “you were my brother anakin!” Is now “I was your father Wilbur!”

Tubbo, or rather, T0880 is a defective clone in the 501st (anakins clone unit) he has ram horns painted on the side of his helmet. He is exceptionally smart and strategic.

F0N47 or “Fundy” is another clone serving under them. Wilbur is extremely protective over this clone after they were stuck in a escape pod together for days and kinda bonded. Calls him his son jokingly.

R4N800 or Ranboo is an Astromech (like R2D2) that Tubbo worked on and improved. Sentient and best friends with Tubbo and Tommy.

[dettiot]

For a prompt, how about some Padme and Ahsoka bonding time?

The Senate was . . . big. Really, really big. 

Ahsoka held her datapad tightly, the hard plastic digging into her palms. She knew that Anakin said that Padmé--Senator Amidala--wouldn’t mind helping her, but was he really sure? What if Senator Amidala couldn’t help her? 

Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka sought calm in the Force. This extra-credit assignment for her political science class wasn’t required. It had just been strongly suggested, since she kept missing class so often to be with her master at the front.

And she could do this. It would be fine. A simple little interview, taking fifteen minutes of the senator’s time, and then she’d be gone. 

And if Senator Amidala couldn’t see her, there was always the senator from Shili. 

With her spirits girded, Ahsoka walked through the long, winding corridors to the floor where Senator Amidala’s office was located. When she stepped through the door, she found herself in an outer office, with a large window looking out on Coruscant. The walls were painted a calming blue, with paintings of what must be Naboo and other planets in the Chommell Sector displayed on the walls. 

The receptionist, a dark-haired human woman, smiled at Ahsoka. “Hello. How can I help you?”

“Hello,” Ahsoka said, bowing her head in what she hoped was a graceful nod. “I’m Padawan Learner Ahsoka Tano. My master, Anakin Skywalker, said that Senator Amidala might have a few minutes to meet with me?”

“Oh, of course. Let me just check the senator’s schedule,” the woman said. “Any friend of Master Skywalker’s is a friend of Senator Amidala’s.”

There was real warmth and friendliness in the woman’s voice, which reassured Ahsoka. After the woman looked over one of the datapads on her desk, she rose to her feet. “Let me just check with the senator. I’ll be right back.” 

“Thank you,” Ahsoka said, pulling out her comm to make sure it was set to silent. There was a text-only message from Anakin. 

Have fun talking to Padmé. Tell her I said hi!

Not for the first time, she had to wonder at her master’s relationship with Senator Amidala. It seemed so . . . informal. Like they knew each other really well. 

“Padawan Tano? Go right in.” 

“Oh, thank you,” Ahsoka said, quickly pocketing her comm and pushing aside her thoughts about her master and the senator. 

The senator’s private office was very large, with enough room for a conference table and six chairs and a small sitting area with an overstuffed sofa and chairs. That was in addition to a desk in front of another large window. 

The woman sitting behind the desk was small, dark-haired and pale-skinned. But her presence in the Force was so much larger than her physical form. Ahsoka could sense the determination, the passion, the strength of Senator Amidala. It made her smile feel less forced as she approached the desk.

Especially when the senator stood up and walked around her desk. “Padawan Tano, I’m so pleased to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Ana--from Master Skywalker.” 

“Thank you, Senator Amidala,” Ahsoka said, giving a deeper bow. “I’m very grateful you have the time to speak with me.”

“Of course,” the senator said with a warm smile. “Let’s have a seat and you can tell me more about your assignment.” 

The senator took a seat on the sofa, her back straight and her elaborate dress perfectly arranged. Ahsoka chose to sit on the sofa beside her, holding her datapad in her lap. 

“It’s an extra-credit assignment, since I’ve missed class time due to the war and being with Master Skywalker,” Ahsoka began. 

Senator Amidala nodded, a flicker of sadness piercing her warmth and kindness. But as quickly as Ahsoka sensed it, it was gone. “Yes, Anakin explained that to me. What’s the topic?”

“What a Senator’s role is in the Galactic Senate,” Ahsoka said, preparing to take notes on her datapad.

“I could probably talk for hours about that subject,” Senator Amidala said with a laugh. 

Ahsoka smiled back. She liked the senator--and she could see why she had such a close friendship with her master. Senator Amidala was very soothing to be around. 

“I suppose I’m most interested in how you form a consensus with so many different people from across the galaxy,” Ahsoka said. 

“That perhaps is the most difficult part,” she replied. “There are over two thousand senators or representatives, with different cultures, customs and mores. Then you have the federations and guilds with their own representatives in the Senate. And the history of disputes and conflicts between various factions and representatives. Finding common ground is why it sometimes takes so long for action to occur.” 

“So how do you do it?” Ahsoka asked. 

The senator looked thoughtful, taking her time to answer Ahsoka’s question. “I think it’s a matter of remembering our common values as members of the Republic. Peace, freedom, justice--they’re the bedrock of our government and way of life. When we start losing sight of those tenets, the Republic will be lost.” 

There was something in her words that made a chill run down Ahsoka’s spine. A sense that . . . that Senator Amidala was wondering if the Senate had forgotten those ideals. 

“That . . . that makes it sound even harder to find consensus,” Ahsoka offered. 

Senator Amidala sighed softly. “I am against the current war--that’s no secret. But it has united the Senate like never before. I can only hope our unity can be turned towards diplomacy, to ending this war quickly and allowing us to welcome back those systems who fell sway to the Separatists.”

Nodding, Ahsoka scratched down a few notes quickly. Then she looked at the Senator. “I hope so, too.” 

“Is that enough for your report? I would be happy to provide you some information on the Senate’s workflow--like some schedules of our sessions and what the various senatorial committees do,” the Senator said. 

“That would be great,” Ahsoka said with a smile. “I’m so glad you could help me with this, Senator.”

“It’s my pleasure, Padwan Tano,” the senator said, rising to her feet. She walked over to her desk and picked up a datapad. Within a few moments, Ahsoka’s datapad beeped to show the arrival of the files from the senator. 

“Thank you, Senator--and please, call me Ahsoka,” she said as she stood up, assuming their meeting was over. 

The senator smiled. “You’re welcome, Ahsoka. Back to the Temple?”

Nodding, Ahsoka smiled. “Yeah. To work on this assignment and make sure Master Skywalker hasn’t done anything crazy.” 

Senator Amidala let out a soft laugh that was almost a giggle. “Don’t feel bad if you don’t succeed with Anakin. Master Kenobi has been trying for years.” 

That made Ahsoka laugh, too. “I’ve heard some stories, so yes, I know what I’m in for.” 

“Good,” the senator said, falling into step beside Ahsoka as they walked into the outer office. “If there’s anything else I can help with, feel free to contact me. I included my direct comm frequency in the information I sent you.”

“Oh,” Ahsoka said in surprise. 

The older woman looked at her for a long moment. “Sometimes, it’s nice to talk to someone who can give you an outside perspective. If you ever need that, I am happy to offer it, Ahsoka.” 

Before now, Ahsoka had never really thought much about looking for an outside perspective. She had her friends who were her own age, and people like Master Yoda and Master Plo for guidance. But in these last few months, ever since she became Master Skywalker’s Padawan, she had seen so much. She had struggled to find the words to describe her feelings, always conscious of what she should do as a Jedi. 

Perhaps . . . perhaps every once in a while, she could talk to Senator Amidala. After all, she was very close to Master Skywalker and Master Kenobi. She was trusted by the Jedi High Council. She was one of the Senators the Jedi relied on.

And more than that? Ahsoka would like to get to know her. 

“Thank you, Senator,” Ahsoka said softly, hearing the sincerity in her voice and knowing that the senator also heard it.

“Padmé,” the senator said with a smile. “If you feel comfortable using my first name. And you’re very welcome, Ahsoka.” 

They might have just stood there in a quiet silence of shared experience if not for the receptionist. “Senator, you have a committee meeting in ten minutes.” 

“Thank you, Dormé,” the senator said, before looking at Ahsoka with an apologetic smile. “Good luck with your assignment.” 

“Yes, Senator--thank you!” Ahsoka said, hurrying out before she did something silly like hug her. 

Because there was something about the Senator that made Ahsoka feel a bit like she did with her Master. Just like Anakin was a big brother to her, Padmé was like a big sister. 

It was a nice feeling. And one Ahsoka hoped she would get to enjoy more in the future.

End.

[casp1an-sea]

Digits “CT-7048”

(oh so this one let’s me put pictures side by side? It’s only a glitch on rose? Well that’s dumb 😒)

(Still kinda like the og drawing better 😥)

BACK TO CLONE MASTER POST

Birth Year: 32 BBY

Age at beginning: like 20ish (enhanced again)

Species: Clone (Reg)

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 6’0”

Occupation: Technician

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Personality: Digits is very analytical and blunt. He’s extremely serious and never really relaxes. He sees his job as strictly a Job and does not try to bond with the squad so the squad will force things on him like giving him a name or painting his armor. He got the name digits because of his insistance to use his CT number. He acts like he hates it but he doesn’t. He rarely ever smiles but he secretly cares a lot and just doesn’t want to get attached incase someone doesn’t make it. 

Appearance: Digits has a slightly grown out version of the regulation haircut and a small scar on his top lip. He kept his Armor the regulation design however the rest of his squad painted it for him in the middle of the night. One shoulder pad is painted as well as one arm band on the opposite arm. His name is written on the left side of the chest and there is a large X going across his chest plate. The right leg is painted and the left leg has his CT number on the side. His helmet has a painted antenna, a diagonal line across, half of the face painted from the diagonal line, and two stripes on the right side. His Kamas will later be painted with his CT-number on the left and a mural of his squad hand painted by Kev on the right. (Ik this is the most detailed but it was the only design I actually drew 😂)

Tada

Weapons: Typical clone weapons idk I’m lazy

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Backstory: Digits was part of a pretty laxed squad; he was the only one who was really keeping the group together but they didn’t take him seriously and didn’t get along. On their first mission they messed up REALLY bad. More than half the squad died and those who survived were reprimanded and sent back to basic training. Digits was put with Kev’s group. Kev is the only one who knows why. Digit’s squad have specifically been assigned to Zac and Sunni sense the two padwans have no master.

At some point during the war Digit’s chip malfunctions similar to Tup and it results in him murdering Rose. Not knowing it was the chip that caused it he was branded as a traitor and arrested. While in prison he mysteriously disappeared and did not resurface again until after Order 66 where he was working for the empire. —————————————————————————

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[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

Anakin was marching towards the Temple. Temple. Temple to. To. To. To destroy the Eddies! No, the Jedi. Yes the Jedi.

Wait, wasn't he a Jedi? Should he kill himself? He sure was sad enough, but kill? Maybe he should comm his exelentl-uh excellency for clarification.

But what if he asks for too much clarification and the he won't save Padmè. Wait, why did Padmè need saving?

These thoughts were running in circles in Anakin's sleep-deprived head. Or was he Arth Eder. No, Darth Vader. Yes, he was the Vader guy.

But why?

For everyone around it was obvious that Anakin Skywalker was barely standing on his feet, and was lucid at best. Well, it would have been obvious if every one of his troopers weren't currently under mind control.

Something that escaped Anakin's attention when he started talking to Appo. While they were stomping the Jedi Temple.

"Heey, Appo. What're you doing here? Are you off to kill the Eddies too? No, the Jedies. Jedi. Jetii. Jetiise. Jeeedi," the blond one was obviously not in his right mind, and if the clone was in his own right mind he would have tackled the man down and sedated him for at least a day.

Said clone was repeating monotonously "Good soldiers follow orders" which by Anakin's standards was a dumb answer.

Suddenly a wave of exhaustion overtook the Jedi Knight, who promptly fainted under the Temple's roof.

...

Obi-Wan wasn't panicking. He certainly hadn't just been shot down by his own troops. He certainly hadn't felt the death of his fellow Jedi. And he certainly hadn't felt Anakin's side of the bond stretch and break, until only one small strand stood in its previous place.

He wasn't also sneaking into his own destroyed home.

The first thing he noticed were the signs of blaster shots all around the walls and hallways. He noted the stench of burned skin and dead bodies, lingering.

The Jedi Master was walking in, even before he could comprehend what he was doing.

And right in the end of the hall he saw the first body. A body wearing the unusual for a Jedi dark robes.

He was sprinting even before he could understand what he was seeing.

"Anakin, Anakin, Anakin," sobs were wretching Obi-wan's already tired self. "Oh, Anakin. PadwanAnakinAnakinAni!"

"M-Master," the body moaned as if it had been woken up too early for its tastes.

Wait... the dead body spoke?

Even through his misty eyes he could see his Padwan's eyes flutter open. They were hazy with confusion and bone-deep exhaustion.

"Obi-Wan, what are you doing here?! And were is here? Wait, were is everyone. Why can't I feel anything? Why is it so cold? Master, are you crying?!"

The Jedi Master himself wasn't sure if this was a dream. Anakin was here and relatively unharmed.

He certainly was thinner and far more tired than he last saw him, which was unusual - after all it was Obi-Wan who was sent on the front not Anakin.

But from the two of them, the Jedi Knight was the one who looked like he had been on a month long campaign with negative results.

Painstakingly slow he explained what had happened to Anakin and what he felt. With every word coming out of his mouth, Anakin's face was turning paler and paler shade until he looked like the corpse he should have been.

"He won," the blond uttered after a while. "He won, he won, he won. And he almost got me too," a hysterical laughter escaped the man.

Obi-Wan couldn't be more confused, "Who?"

Anakin stopped laughing, turning unusually solemn "The Sith Master, Obi-Wan. And now the First Emperor since the formation of the Republic - Sheev Palpatine also known as Darth Sidious, Master of Dooku and the Sith behind the Clone Wars. "

The redheaded Jedi Master could only stare in horror at his former padawan.

"And for good five minutes, I was his apprentice too."

These were the last words Obi-Wan heard before the Jedi Master decided that fainting sounded amazing after today's activities.

[xcertaindarkthingsx]

meet seraphine kharis!

hey y’all!!! so i finally got my oc commisioned and i wanted to share her with you guys ♥️ she’s my pride and joy and in a fic i’ve been writing for awhile and i plan to post soon. if you’d like to be tagged pls let me know!

but for now, here she is!! and a bunch of things about her below the pic. i plan on posting some of her concept boards soon to go more in depth (her tattoos/markings, her homeworld since i made that up too) but i’d love to hear any questions/comments you guys have 😊 hope y’all like her and i’d love to hear about your ocs too!

art credit goes to @/birdy.sketches on insta (please check her out, she’s amazing)

name: seraphine kharis

born: 51 bby (19 in tpm, 29 in aotc, and 32 in rots)

key era: prequels/the clone wars

species: humanoid

homeworld: eridani – aquilae system

hair: deep purple, usually wears it half up/half down with a silver chain braided in

eyes: dark brown with flecks of gold

markings/tattoos: has a TON of marking and tattoos all over, some she was born with and others were tattooed on her throughout the years (common in the culture she grew up in, they have a lot of meaning)

height: 5’5”

outfit: dark grayish with an added accent of maroon sometimes

master: plo koon

rank: jedi knight (refused to take a padwan, so she never became a master)

force abilities: she’s strong in the force, after years of intense training and practice.  intense training was necessary, as she’s able to greatly sense other’s emotions and intentions and it can become overwhelming for her.  her abilities are strongly tied to her emotions and it was clear from a young age she could have gone either way, so she had multiple strong teachers. being so in tune with her emotions as well as others leaves her vulnerable to the dark side, but she constantly keeps her guard up.  occasionally has visions and has a touch of psychometry skills (but nowhere near as intense as quinlan’s).  known for studying and being able to use battle meditation (like bastila shan) during her time as a general.

fighting style: vapaad.  mace was reluctant to undertake another vapaad student but when he saw how serious/disciplined she was about controlling her dark tendencies, he obliged. fights in ataru when she doesn’t want to go all out, and enjoys fighting jar’kai when the situation arises    

saber: her first saber was blue, but she lost it during a particularly rough mission (that resulted in her getting knighted early).  she finds her new kyber crystal just before they leave the planet.  after her knighting she constructs her new saber, and it’s a purple with an elegant hilt. it was significant to her, as it established her tendency to use both sides of the force.    

personality:  she’s a quiet storm; shy when you first meet her and others are sometimes put off because of her serious demeanor at first, but that quickly melts away as she gets comfortable with you.  struggles with insecurities.  emotional and feels things very intensely; she struggles to keep it in check and often resorting to just burying her feelings.  attachment is her biggest weakness because she loves those who are close to her very fiercely, but believes it’s not horrible to have such feelings and that she knows where to draw the line.  acts like a big goof ball with the people she’s close to  

family: her parents were extremely neglectful towards her even as a child, so she was taken in by another family after becoming close with their daughter, lexa.  lexa and her were not blood-related, but they were like sisters.  she was discovered and taken to the temple at 4 years old.  

relationships:  shares a force bond with obi-wan kenobi, the two have been extremely close since they were younglings, but the bond developed after the rough (near-death) mission mentioned earlier.  she has strong romantic feelings towards him, ones she’s had to hide for forever.  loves anakin like a little brother and ahsoka like a little sister.  was extremely close to qui-gon before he passed because he was partially responsible for bringing her to the temple and because he often validated the different views she had of the council/order when growing up.  close with plo koon as well since he was the other responsible for bringing her to the temple (they found her together) and because he trained her how to properly utilize/control her abilities, even if it meant dabbling in the dark side (which he had a history of).  looked at them like father figures and the two guided her into the woman she was today. even though she trained under mace as well, she has a cordial, more professional relationship with him. becomes best friends with padme.  still has a close relationship with her sister lexa because plo often let her visit her homeworld.  close friends with aayla, quinlan, bant, nejaa, and kit.  her and quinlan often got together for ah, “stress relief”

command: shares command of the 104th battalion with plo koon, and later co-leads clone force 99 on the side with commander cody. loves every single one of her troopers, sees them all as close friends and was particularly close with rex, cody, wolffe, hunter, and blackout (oc).