#Or maybe Shin put on the Padawan

[roseraintears]

So the empire was after force sensitive children

Bounty hunters were after force sensitive children

The inquisitors were after force sensitive people in general

So……why did Baylan think it was a good idea for Shin to wear a Padawan braid?

[jessicas-pi]

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So originally I was gonna do 3, but this one got REALLY long, sooo....

May I present the Jedi Get Hitched AU?

I posted about it once before here (and it got FANART!!!!) but other than that I haven't said much of anything else, soooo... here's more! and it's ENORMOUSLY self-indulgent.

The basic premise of the AU is that the clone wars end happily except the clones don't have rights but the Jedi find a loophole that will make them recognized as sentient citizens if one of them marries a Jedi, cue Aayla kicking open the door to the jedi council with bly in tow like I VOLUNTEER

ANYWAY. bly and aayla get married (they both freak out about it and Fox and Quinlan respectively have to give them pep talks before the wedding.) All seems well... and then Anakin saunters into the Jedi Council room one day and brings up that now that they're getting married (it was a one time thing, skywalker--) NOW THAT THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED, maybe they should consider that perhaps it would lower political tensions if a Jedi married, like, a senator or a planetary ruler or something. and the council is all like 🙄 skywalker we know this is just about you and senator amidala and he's like what??? haha no, i was talking about obi-wan and duchess satine. but while we're on the topic, i could definitely marry senator amidala too. she just adopted those twins and i could help raise them. they're force-sensitive, what a crazy coincidence amiright?? and plo and shaak are just lowkey planning their wedding and subsequent adoption of All Their Sons and mace. mace wants a break. please.

fast forward in time. Several more jedi have gotten married. Mace has retired from the council, citing "an excess of tomfoolery and nuptials" as his reason. Anakin married Padme, Obi-Wan married Satine and they officially adopted Korkie as their son, and Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress got married. Vostress is also currently running a jedi-nightsister exchange student program...

...which is how Merrin, 16 and slightly awkward but eager to learn more, ends up in the Jedi Temple, with a few other Nightsisters, though they're all a few years younger than her. Cal is assigned to give them the tour.

"Welcome to the Jedi Temple!" he says, holding one hand out to her and the other hand waving around them, indicating basically the whole jedi temple. it's supposed to be just a gesture, but then Merrin puts her hand in his. Completely seriously. Cal is like "...okay" and they hold hands for the rest of the tour.

Five years later, there is a second jedi-nightsister wedding.

Jocasta is delighted at the number of records being set within her lifetime.

(Jocasta is also officiating all the weddings, btw.)

A couple years after Mace resigns from the council, he decides to plan a shatterpoint lineage family vacation. So Mace, Depa, Grey (who is an unofficial part of their family), Caleb, and Caleb's brand-new Padawan, 11-year-old Ezra (who is pretty young to be a padawan, but he was following caleb around all the time anyway so caleb figured he might as well just make the apprenticeship official), all pack up... and go to Ryloth.

Caleb, who twenty-five at this point, promptly gets his first crush.

Mace Regrets This Vacation. He's actually started seeing marriage Shatterpoints. Depa and Grey, meanwhile, think it's really really funny that Caleb gets flustered around Hera, and Ezra has made more than a few insinuations about political alliances via marriage. Depa warns him that Caleb will get his revenge, but Ezra dismisses it. (Said revenge does come about, several years later, in the form of Caleb asking if Madame Nu needs to prepare to officiate the second Jedi-Mandalorian marriage in recorded history. Ezra kicks him in the shin. smh padawans these days just have NO respect for their masters.)

Ezra highly encourages Caleb to marry Hera.

It does not take much convincing.

[kalevalakryze]

Fireside

AO3 Link: Here! For @wolfwrenweek Day 4: The Chariot | Thrawn's Star Destroyer [prompt: put her canine teeth in the side of my neck] Warnings: n/a Summary: Shifting so their head could rest on her shoulder, Sabine smirked at the way the cold beskar stung at their cheek and their face contorted in annoyance. “Take that off and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“Well that’s a poor excuse to get me out of my armor.” She laughed, then, she rotated just enough, reaching her arm out to tug the blonde until she shifted. The crook of her nose fit perfectly in the space between her pauldron and chest plate. Sabine felt the deep inhale as they settled, forehead resting snuggly in her shoulder, and her hand even going so far as to wind around the Mandalorian’s waist.

“You’re just built to be uncomfortable and annoying, aren’t you.”

Exile with Shin Hati turned out to be… Not as bad as Sabine thought it would have been. As the nights got colder and Baylan got closer, they would pack up and travel. Sabine learned a lot in those first few weeks- the first and foremost being that Shin drooled in their sleep, evident in how she’d had to scrub blood-stained spittle off her pauldrons once she’d finally gotten them free of the rocky canyon they’d been stuck in. 

The second, and probably more important than the last- Even being in proximity to the blonde, Sabine was not free of the bond that suddenly connected them. Instead of freedom, she found her nights and days plagued by random flashes into the blonde’s eyes. Either looking at her own body as she built a fire, cleaned her armor, or packed up camp, or the haunting memories of Baylan’s betrayal, beyond him dismissing her as his padawan. Stone formations, marble coffins, locked doors, unnatural flames, and a ghastly voice in her ear. 

Shin was more than a mystery to unravel, but at least she felt like she’d managed to unravel a few of those many layers. 

The fire was roaring by the time Shin returned from their meditation, whatever snowflakes dared to enter their dome of peace and warmth were quickly melted by the raging inferno trapped in the small pit. Sabine’s howler rested his head on her knee, allowing the Mandalorian’s fingers to itch through the tufts of fur that had thickened for the weather. When the blonde dropped down next to her, Sabine nudged at their leg with her foot. “Sooo,” She drawled, hooking her heel to rest overtop of their shin.

Unbothered, Shin’s hand came to rest on Sabine’s knee. It was surprisingly domestic for both of them, the way Shin’s fingers tucked in between the smooth, chipped beskar of the armor and the material of her flight suit. She wasn’t sure when this had started, but found she was grateful.

Maybe it was their shared grief, or maybe Sabine was just fundamentally fucked up in the head, and Shin was starting to check off all of her boxes as they grew closer. 

Shifting so their head could rest on her shoulder, Sabine smirked at the way the cold beskar stung at their cheek and their face contorted in annoyance. “Take that off and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“Well, that’s a poor excuse to get me out of my armor.” She laughed, then, she rotated just enough, reaching her arm out to tug the blonde until she shifted. The crook of her nose fit perfectly in the space between her pauldron and chest plate. Sabine felt the deep inhale as they settled, forehead resting snuggly in her shoulder, and her hand even going so far as to wind around the Mandalorian’s waist. 

“You’re just built to be uncomfortable and annoying, aren’t you.” They grumbled, contradicting their own words when they shifted instead to press their nose into the side of her throat. Her heart stuttered at the way Shin’s breath fanned across her skin, which was freezing in comparison to everything about Shin in the moment. 

“I dunno. Figured you liked things the hard way.” She shot back, unthinking as her fingers squeezed Shin’s shoulder. The huff of air against her throat brought a smile to her lips, at least she didn’t die, so… definitely a plus in her book. 

The silence that fell was calm, with only the crackling of fire and the rare nightlife lighting up the world around them. At some point, Sabine’s howler got up and decided to graze, scouring the ground just at the edge of the fire’s light for bugs and small critters. The electric feeling came back only when Shin’s weight shifted, putting more of their weight against Sabine’s side. 

She didn’t say anything, and so, the blonde inched closer bit by bit, until almost all of her weight was in Sabine’s lap. “Comfy?” She finally spoke, her voice no more than a mumble as Shin got comfortable. 

“I think you just might be.” Sharp teeth brushed against the side of her throat, causing a shiver to shoot up her spine. Her hands moved to settle on their hips, thumbs brushing along the myriad of materials they’d used to patch their tunic and skirt. The press of lips to her pulse point was enough to make her squirm. 

“Shin-” They pulled back almost immediately, and like a viper, Sabine’s hand shot out to stop them, coming to rest at the base of their throat as they leaned back in her lap. “I didn’t say go anywhere,” She felt her voice drop an octave, and took great satisfaction in watching blue-green eyes blow wide and dark, and the feeling of their throat moving under her palm as the other woman swallowed thickly. 

This time, when Shin leaned back in, her teeth grazed against the column of her throat with intent. Sabine’s hand scaled along her back until she could tangle her digits in their hair, her other hand still holding on tight to their waist as both of their hands moved to a corner of her chest plate. “I’ve thought about doing this every moment since I first met you.” They admitted, though before Sabine could retort in either agreement or disdain, their canines were pressing into her throat. Her knees jerked beneath Shin’s weight as their tongue, warm and wet, lapped at the skin in reach. Sabine’s curses fell on deaf ears as Shin worked their mouth along every inch of her throat she could reach, leaving dark marks against her skin that could rival even the dark, faded color of her own hair. 

“ Gotal’ade , fuck,” Sabine grumbled once they finally pulled back, her hand wrapping around their throat once more and her thumb pressed into their pulse point in a way that made them flush. Before her traitorous brain could ruin the moment, Sabine pulled Shin back in, wasting no time in pressing their lips together.

Their noses brushed against each other as both of Shin’s hands traveled to tangle in messy brown and purple waves. Sabine’s hand stayed pinned between them, feeling the way their pulse hammered when she licked their bottom lip. When Sabine’s tongue crossed the barrier of parted lips, she felt that now familiar tingle of their bond, felt arousal and desire and fire raging within, and when she licked into the blonde’s mouth, she felt that same fire roar at the choked whimper that stayed prisoner between them. 

When Shin’s hands traveled low once again, and she felt their fingers inching below her chestplate, Sabine had to, annoying, pull back. “Fuck,” She panted, releasing their throat and hair in order to rest her hands against their wrists. “Shin, I’m sorry,” The blonde’s forehead rested against her own, cool eyes clouded by lust met warm gold in understanding. “Not here, but… Once we’re safe .’

“Will we ever really be safe?” They grumbled, even as their lips pressed into the corner of her brow. “That is not a nicety that has ever been afforded to us.”

“I’ll make it happen. I promised you once, I’m promising you again.” She squeezed their wrists once more before letting go, allowing the blonde to relax her head into her shoulder once more, and cursing every ounce of rational thought for keeping her pants on. She just had to be the responsible one these days- Ezra owed her, big time. 

[loth-creatures]

Knowing how much Ahsoka struggled to be Sabine's master --- would she get advice from Kanan when she visits Lothal? Most likely giant wolf to giant wolf??

Wellll see I kinda ditched the entire Jedi!Sabine narrative. Listen if they HAD to go that direction, I believe they could have done it well but they really did not (to put it generously), and while I've considered trying to do it better myself, at the end of the day I wish they just hadn't done that at all.

Tldr: Ahsoka and Kanan probably will have a giant wolf to giant wolf conversation but idk if it'll be about looking out for Sabine or searching for Ezra or what

So this is my tentative and unrefined interpretation of Ahsoka and Sabine's relationship for SWW Ahsoka, aka roughly how I imagined it would be like before that damn show ever came out (sorry in advance this spiraled all over the place. I meant to elaborate a little bit and then I couldn't stop. I tried to keep it concise but. There's a lot to unpack that I didn't expect to have to unpack in order to get to the point lol)

First and foremost Sabine isn't fucking Force-sensitive. Ahsoka teaches her a lot about the Jedi, and continues her lightsaber training, and I think Jedi teachings and excercises can have a lot of value to ordinary people! But she's not trying to be a Jedi. Ahsoka does feel mentorly instincts towards Sabine, partly bc she knows what she's going through as a very young veteren and genocide survivor. Partly bc she does feel the need to pass her knowledge on to someone. Partly bc deep down Ahsoka is pretty damn lonely too, and Sabine is very family-shaped. And also because wolfwalkers stick together.

They call her Ahsoka's 'practice padawan' as a joke. Huyang is like. You really ought to find a Padawan one of these days. And Ahsoka's like. Why would I need a Padawan I have Sabine. And Huyang is like. Listen I'm very happy to have Sabine with us but you ought to get a real Padawan.

But how could Ahsoka ever take on a student while she's still wrangling with whether or not she wants to be a Jedi? Which, they never actually show her making a decision on that. Or rather there's really no transition between "I am no Jedi" and whatever she's got going on in the show which. Long story short, I hated it. Ass writing. In my personal opinion.

I think I’m just gonna lean into the idea that she feels like she can't truly be a Jedi whether she wants to or not bc she was trained to be a soldier instead, combined with the fear of Anakin's darkness manifesting in herself, distrust of his training, etc. Up until the point where she decides to put Anakin behind her for good and trust in her own experiences, during her WBW adventure (which goes way differently in my head but I will elaborate on that later. Maybe.) But for the purposes of this au, she doesn't even commit to being a Jedi again until dying for the 3rd(?) time and honestly maybe she still doesn't. Maybe it takes all the way to wet puppy Shin dropping in her lap that she sees her path as a Jedi path. Idk.

Ahsoka's arc is not an aspect of the story I expected to address in depth myself so idk how much I'm gonna get into it within the comic itself. It's hard to go over every issue bc lothwolfwalkers is just an anthology series adapting small chunks of the timeline that I find work well with the wolfwalking, and I'm trying not to make more work for myself than I have to, bc I already have plenty. Rewrite is maybe a strong word, when I'm just cherry picking what I liked from the ahsoka show and adjusting what I didn't like in a way that keeps the overall plot intact for simplicity sake. I will eventually write an official detailed ahsoka-from-my-head post, but the comics will just be little scenes based on that.

Anyway,

Regarding Sabine and Ahsoka's falling out. It doesn’t happen. In fact I think Ahsoka will take Sabine under her wing after the fall of Mandalore and they just immediately start looking for Ezra in the unknown regions, bc Sabine is like hey I have nothing left here can we go look for my brother now. They don't find anything. Eventually Ahsoka gets wrapped up in other business and Sabine ends up back on Lothal depressed as fuck (despite Kanan, Hera, and Zeb's best efforts to be there for her, infinitely more than what is depicted in the show) until Ahsoka finds the map and shows up for round 2. Or smth like that.

Side note: I am going to declare the Wrens MIA not dead. Because I hate hate hate that they were unceremoniously killed off screen and wasted the way they were. I guess I could just unkill them completely but well I am a sucker for that angst and something about the devastation of that reveal seared it so deep in my head that I can't imagine the story without it now (thanks for that Dave. Fuck you Dave.) So uh, they're trapped on Mandalore with those other survivors from Mando S3. After Sabine's already left for Peridea they manage to finally get off Mandalore due to S3 events and track down Hera and are like WHERE IS SABINE. Cue Clan Wren Ghost Crew team up to get their fucking kids back. Though everyone will probably make it back on their own before they figure out a way to hop galaxies.

[apas-75]

See the brilliant thing is. The thing is. Ahsoka has been in this situation before! Ahsoka responded to losing everyone she cared about all at once—to the genocide of the Jedi—by making a deal with the dark side to save the one (1) person close to her left that she had the power to help—Rex—and in doing so she unleashed Maul on the galaxy. If she'd made the no-attachments choice there she would have let Maul die instead of using him as a distraction, because her personal feelings shouldn't be more important than preventing all of the damage a Sith lord could cause. But instead she saved Rex because she needed to save SOMEONE she loved in the midst of the horror of Order 66—and I don't blame her. Who could? (Other than herself.)

She did the only thing she could, just like decades later Sabine would do the only thing she could. In a moment of love and grief and desperation, Ahsoka unleashed Maul on the galaxy, and in a moment of love and grief and desperation, Sabine unleashed Thrawn on the galaxy. I can't blame either of them. (Just to make sure people know this post isn't meant to hate on either of these characters who I love, lol.)

But if Sabine—a victim of Maul on a personal and cultural level from when she could barely walk—knew that, if she knew that Ahsoka had faced the choice that Sabine did now and failed and what the terrible consequences of that failure had been? Then maybe Sabine wouldn't have hesitated to destroy the map. Then maybe Baylan wouldn't have been able to exploit her fears and her grief and the rift of broken trust between her and Ahsoka to talk her into surrendering.

But she didn't. Because Ahsoka doesn't tell anyone anything about herself ever. She's had her trust betrayed too many times by so many people close to her, she's been hurt too many times by people who were supposed to have her back, she plays everything close to her chest, she puts up a mask and she doesn't trust anyone but herself—of course she doesn't. And of course Sabine—just as burned over her life by abandonment from people she thought would support her—feels that lack of trust.

Ahsoka asked Sabine if she could rely on her, and Sabine was hurt that she needed to ask at all—which is, of course, why she couldn't in the end. Baylan doesn't need to ask Shin if he can rely on her, it goes without question. He trusts her and she knows it.

Ahsoka's Padawan might have joined the long list of people close to her who have betrayed her at one point or another, but she's the first example where it was Ahsoka's trust issues in the first place that created a self-fulfilling prophecy.

[tarisilmarwen]

Ahsoka "Dreams and Madness" Liveblog

Heeeeeeeeee.

My week has sucked, let's get into this already, this is some of the only true joy I'm deriving from life right now.

(I'm okay but legitimately, my week has sucked, lemme have this.)

HELLO CORUSCANT YOU'RE LOOKING PRETTY.

Ho daaaaayum, Hera bringing the fire to this meeting.

I am... annoyed by the emphasis on Hera as a maverick though, she was the Rebels character MOST beholden to the protocol and procedure of the hierarchy, the time she saved Kanan was the only time she ever really defied orders and dammit I have just patchworked myself my own answer okay so obviously she's normally very rule-abiding EXCEPT for times when her family and the people she cares about most need her help and no one else will give aid to her.

Curses upon my ability to iron out plot wrinkles I don't like.

Filoni must REALLY not like Xiono, he's giving him all the skeptic lines.

Course this is also one of the times the writing has to be hampered by trying to patchwork and salvage the Sequel Trilogy by explaining why the New Republic ignored the problem of the First Order until it was too late.

HI THREEPIO.

Man I am gonna cry ugly tears when we lose Antony Daniels, he loves playing Threepio so much, he's always up for it, never once complained that no one knows him from anything else.

Right so I get why they had Threepio deliver a message instead of trying to CGI frankenstein Leia into this but also Disney are cowards JUST RECAST THE MAIN TRIO I PROMISE NO ONE ACTUALLY HOLDS IT AGAINST ALDEN, TLJ JUST SUCKED AND SOLO WAS THE NEXT PRODUCT WE HAD TO TAKE THINGS OUT ON.

Seriously, the de-aging and CGI puppetry is starting to get uncomfortable and weird.

Chopper bout to throw hands in this courthouse lol.

I'm sorry, the emphasis on just how LONG this hyperspace trip is is absolutely making me reel with adoration for Ezra, he held the air inside the bridge of the Chimaera and the door closed and Thrawn in place ALL THE WAY TO PERIDEA IN ANOTHER FREAKING GALAXY.

YOUR FAVE COULD NEVER.

Loosen up a bit Rosario, you're stiff.

Oof that little bow between Ahsoka and Holo!Anakin.

Huyang begrudgingly having to remember to trust the Force lol.

Ohhhhh bastard, he put explosives in orbit to stop the purrgil!

.....Making the ring against the planet like that was supposed to be a visual reminder of the Death Star right?

The look of subtle but dawning horror in Thrawn's face when he realizes Ahsoka was Anakin's padawan lololol.

Like, "Ffffffffffffff--"

"Jedi are very good at hiding. They've been practicing that for years." Ah yes, excellent, another moment/quote I can add to my collection of "Thrawn barely containing his seething loathing of Ezra" bits lol.

*perks* Oh? Are we at the interesting parts now?

Ahhhh yes the minivan convoy with mom and dad Sabezra at the front.

There should have been waaaaaay more infodumping in this conversation, I need Ezra to boggle over everything.

Sabine still avoiding the question, but lol at Ezra's "The usual level [of complicated] or worse?" that's so cute.

THEIR BANTER IS ADORABLE I AM PILLOWING MYSELF IN IT AND MAKING A BLANKET FORT.

FRICK THIS IS PERFECT.

Ugh and he doesn't push her to talk about it, he's still so considerate of her armor and walls.

Someone, maybe multiple someones commented that they could see serious Two Towers aesthetics in this and... yeah no this is super LOTR-esque.

Lars Mikkelson continuing to kill it with his performance, as basic as it is.

[SIGHS HEAVILY AT THE CONTINUING INSISTENCE ON MAKING SABINE FORCE SENSITIVE] Okay, Filoni, whatever.

I'm ignoring this, I'm pretending she reached out to Ezra instead.

"Took me in when I really needed help." Ohhhhh do not do that, do not plant hurt/comfort ideas in my head ghgkasuhfkauhf.

He is so softly concerned about her aaaaahhhhhh.

I saw a few people confused by Baylan basically abandoning Shin to things here when he was acting so fond of her last episode so let me maybe shed some light on that situation. Ahem:

THE DARK SIDE DESIRE FOR POWER SLOWLY CONSUMES YOU UNTIL IT IS OVERWHELMING, UNTIL WHAT YOU WANTED THE POWER FOR NO LONGER MATTERS. THAT'S ITS NATURE THAT'S WHAT IT DOES. BECOMES MORE AND MORE OF AN OBSESSION UNTIL IT'S ALL YOU CARE ABOUT.

So yes, Baylan chucking Shin out to find her destiny or whatever because whatever it is that he's trying to seize power from is making him completely overlook her feelings.

"If Lord Baylan proves capable..." LOLOLOL BAYLAN DECIDED TO SCREW THAT NOISE HE'S IN IT FOR HIMSELF MY MAN.

GUNSHIPS! GUUUUUNSHIIIIIIIPS!

:D

Ezra can't leave the one crashed one, awwwwww.

Frick, him being the Noti's protector is just so frigging cute. I need fluff fics.

I'M GONNA DIE FROM THIS BANTER, IT'S ADORABLE.

Battle Couple Sabezra now? Y/Y?

Baylan's whole demeanor is changing, it's like he's soaking up the Dark Side energy of this place. Once again, awed by Ray Stevenson's sheer presence. The man feels massive and he's just standing there.

LOLOL THIS WHOLE ARGUMENT OVER THE "OUR" LIGHTSABER.

I'm grinning.

But also I wanna see Ezra hold his lightsaber again, pretty please?

Ahsoka doing much better now that she has both her blades this time.

*pillows hands* Can I watch Ezra forever please. I missed you son. Never leave me again.

HUYAAAAAAAAANG! :D

Oh man, how much dread and chagrin do you think Ezra had when he saw the stormtroopers?

Ho ho Thrawn looks eager for this.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEE.

(They are this close to holding hands you guys.)

This is probably giving Ezra flashblacks.

Oh sue me I want some angst and whump and pain to have happened in the interim.

Ahsoooooookkaaaaaaaaaaa! :D

Oh for, please stop using the beskar as literal plot armor. It sucks a lot of danger out of the fight.

Thrawn being all Xanatos Gambit like the pro he is.

Shin looking like she might cry, oh wow actual emotions.

FRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIICCCCKKK THAT ADORABLE LITTLE LAUGH.

Oh gosh, don't jinx it don't jinx it don't jinx it...

Wheeeeeeeeee that was... fun, actually!

The Sabezra bits were adorable. I have quibbles here and there but I'm just so happy being Sabine being happy and content and seeing Ezra being... Ezra.

Nervous for the last ep though. Hhhgnghhhhh I am very much stressed and I do not wish to be.

[skoulsons]

Baylan and Shin’s parting

The scene that has upset (me) or confused (also me) most people. A chunk of people, who I respectfully disagree with, have said that Baylan is “abandoning” Shin. While I agree she definitely feels abandoned, I do not believe that is or ever would be Baylan’s intention. I just don’t think it works.

There’s an obvious amount of care (love, you could say) in their relationship. They’re not your typical competitive Sith master / apprentice relationship or Jedi master / padawan where feelings like that were repressed. They’re not mercenaries who were put together for a job or purely for the selfish gain of power. Shin has been under his wing as his padawan, borderline his child, for a long time.

He’s very protective of her as we see most notably in episode 4 when he ‘kills’ Ahsoka because she threw Shin into a rock. That sort of protection that drives you to kill someone (I don’t believe his original intention was to kill her—it was that that set him off) doesn’t come from a lack of love or lack of a relationship.

Their first scene on Peridea is another to consider. They’re comfortable, open, and vulnerable. Shin’s tone when she says “I know no such stories (shoutout to the person who made that post about Baylan telling Shin stories about the Jedi when she was younger. i still think about you)” is a sarcastic tone, almost teasing. They both comfortably smile and are way more relaxed being around just each other. Shin asks him questions without fear and Baylan answers without hesitation.

So, no, I don’t believe he’s abandoning her.

Now, nothing is known for sure. What exactly does he hear? What exactly does he see? What vision does he have?

Hopefully we get that answer, but my (and maybe most of you) bigger concern is why part from Shin for a wasteland and some power (yes yes we know he wants the ‘beginning’ but that’s still kinda VAGUE)?

Again, don’t know the truth, just throwing out ideas. i cant wait to be wrong on every front and be completely humbled tuesday night lolol

For one, he’s sensed and understood her questions and doubts and is actually considering them. He’s recognizing “OK, she doesn’t see all that I do”. He isn’t saying “Nope, I’m forcing you to join me in this”. He’d be a jackass if he did that. Since he seems pretty sold on staying on Peridea for… whatever it is he believes is there, he’s letting her go so she can, in turn, find her footing and take her place in the coming empire. Yes, he doesn’t know if that’s even what she wants, but Shin hasn’t exactly told him what she would want. All she’s mentioned (I think) was about leaving Peridea since Thrawn is desperate to leave as well.

Either way, he’s considering her and letting her go her own way instead of forcing her into a future with him that she obviously isn’t interested in.

Two, Baylan actually knows a lot more than he’s letting on and sees something that is… dangerous. Something he doesn’t want Shin exposed to. Something he knows is dangerous and he’s trying to keep her from (so she doesn’t suffer the same fate as his last padawan—if it’s true, of course). This one seems more selfish than some other thoughts. It can even fit other fandoms—he’ll go into it guns blazing for himself despite its dangers, but not her.

Three, which is just a bit of a vaguer, rephrased Two, he can’t / doesn’t want to lose another padawan if he can help it.

“Oh, then why’d she even follow him to Peridea? Why’d Baylan even let her come if he was going to abandon her anyway?”

He’s her master. Of course she’s going to follow him. It’s the guy she’s known longer than anyone else in her life. Her master, her father figure. Why wouldn’t she follow him? Why wouldn’t she stick it out for him? And, again, don’t believe at all that it’s abandonment or even something that was planned. It seemed very spur of the moment—like an off screen decision being made in Baylan’s head. Parting from her wasn’t something on his bucket list he was waiting to check off.

Fourth, the “ambition” that Baylan said was driving Shin is her willingness (not the word im looking for please read my mind) to embrace the dark side compared to himself. If he truly wants to bring an end to the Jedi v Empire back-and-forth, he’ll stay more Gray. So, he parts from her to give her that freedom. It’s the thing that drives them apart.

There’s even more ways to try and understand why, im sure. These are just word vomits and nothing to be taken as truth.

While I don’t at all believe Baylan’s intention was to abandon her, leave her for dead, etc, I definitely agree that Shin does feel abandoned.

Was the decision easy for Baylan? Highly doubt it. I don’t think he would watch her go, take a deep breath in, and roll his shoulders if it was easy. I don’t think he’d look around after Ahsoka stole his howler and debate going back for her if it was an easy decision. I don’t think he’d wait on the hill to keep watch and protect from a distance if he didn’t care.

I think one thing is for sure. Baylan thinks he’s doing what’s best when it’s really not. Shin looked like a kicked dog when Ahsoka offered to help—and whether that’s because she was reminded of 30 minutes prior on the hill beside him, or 15 years prior when Baylan stood above her and offered his help that started them on their journey (yari put this thought in my noggin), it hurts all the same.

I just hope the finale clears something up

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Under Bursting Skies

[Your Choice of Clone x GN!Reader]

Let's rate this +13 to be safe. Minor proofreading and editing. Gender neutral Reader. Second person POV with no body or gender descriptors. No specified Clone or personalities beyond name drops when it comes to the rumors. This is just him™ being sweet and cuddly with you because the fireworks scare you or simply make you uneasy. Or you can pretend it's the other way around: the fireworks have scared him™ and you're comforting him™. I'm not your mother, I can't stop my fellow Clone Simps from interpreting who says what dialogue in any specific way. ;) No one's acting out of character because I say so though, so yes he would say that because he loves you. 🩷 One line of Mando'a that gets translated by the other. My usual use of italics.

Hope y’all are staying safe with those fireworks! If you need me I’ll be chilling with my noise cancelling headphones in my house now that we’re done celebrating.

Word Count: 1,116

It's been going on for a while now, you and him. 

The stolen and sweet "secret" (hah, who are you kidding when there's a sea of a hundred faces similar enough to his who have you clocked from miles away at any given time?) moments like these are as natural as the armor that hugs him in all the right places. All those areas your eyes linger a little too long, your hands crawl to time and time again.

Yeah, especially there.

This firework show seems to be going on equally as long tonight. It's anyone's guess who got a hold of these, why the COs haven't put a stop to it, and who's setting them off. There's too many conflicting rumors about the origin and why they're being set off tonight. 

One rumor many have put their credits on is Fives wanting to say farewell to this campaign General Skywalker secured for them with a bang, and he's paid some Shiny reeeeally well to set off these sparklers and skyrockets he found in an overstuffed office labeled "contraband" on the base. Another rumor floating around suggests that so-and-so has it on good authority that those specializing in heavy-weapons (he's pretty sure he knows what Hardcase's armor looks like even in the dark… granted he was pretty far away, so-) and explosives wanted to blow something up (wasn't there someone you were telling me about in that rogue Clone unit named-? Oh hi, Captain!), but they wanted to create something of beauty rather than destruction before they got bored of it and let someone else take it from there. 

Maybe it's not even a Clone who's setting them off. Maybe it's some brother's General and their respective Shin- er, Padawan. (Don't call them "Shiny" or "Youngling", most of them really don't like that or understand what we mean.) Or maybe it's just the Padawan. It's probably their Commander… that seems like a thing the General's student might do. They may be fighting in a war for kriff's sake, but kids will find excuses to be kids. They don't really see most of the Generals doing something like using their lightsaber to ignite the fuse from a distance. (If that isn't their Commander though, how the hell did a brother get their hands on one of the laser swords someone swears up and down they saw?) 

You don't know, and you don't care. You're more interested in being wrapped around him, by him, feeling someone's skin twitch and jump with every rocket that climbs into the sky above the base with a shrill, whistling scream before it bursts into a ball of sizzling light and color. You've found some secluded space where you often spend time with one another. 

It's the perfect place to take that spare mattress one of the bunk rooms had kicking around for a while and lay it out on the floor, adding layer after layer of those GAR-issue blankets and sheets no one would miss until the thing became a much more comfortable nest. It was another "secret" the two of you had. 

Yeah, a little strange that this old storage room's light turns on sometimes in the middle of the night. Maybe the wiring is just… goofy. But it's definitely nothing. 

"Maker… wonder how much this guy's gotten his hands on. Must've been at this for… fifteen minutes?" one of you asks, feeling the other tense after one of the big fireworks detonates with an ear splitting BHOOM! so deep, it was felt in all twenty-four ribs. 

The question is answered with a faint laugh before a trail of kisses are stamped into the other's jawline, "Dunno… just hope it ends soon. For your sake." 

"Hush, I'm not-" comes the retort before the jawline is replaced with the speaker's lips, gentle hands caressing their face before they pull apart. "Now-now. I was not going to say you were scared. You're tense. The fireworks make you uneasy." 

"Exploding kaleidoscopes would make anyone uneasy! They're too much like thermal detonators for my taste, and you know those aren't toys." 

There's another soft chuckle before one of you props yourself up on one elbow to better look at the nervous one on the stolen mattress below both of you with a sweet smile. "K'uur, ner sho'cye…" comes out in a soothing tone, voice close to an amorous purr. 

"Don't you "hush, my ocean" me…" one of you complains softly to the other, trying to shy away from the hand that reaches forward to touch some part of them. A scar. A tattoo. Their hair. Skin barren and devoid of any clothing. "I'm the one who says that…" they grumble, but it's half-hearted. They can't stay mad at their darling, the other half of them in this galaxy, for too long just from a simple tease. 

It earns them a chuckle in reply again. "Uh-huh…" 

Neither of you want to stray too far from the comforting embrace where they fit just right against the other. There's no rigid surface of an armor kit to be found that makes a tender hug stiff and impossibly uncomfortable for more than a brief exchange that conveys the gratitude of seeing the other one safe and alive and in the flesh once again; more than a dream had in longing.

"Don't say it…"

"You're adorable when you're grumpy." 

"I'm not grumpy."

"Right. Because the fireworks don't scare you either." 

"Exactly." they declare emphatically. But the discomforted twitch with the next shockwave of color and crackling light and spent gunpowder floating on the breeze outside that breaks across in the bursting skies above them both betrays their resolve. One of you is most definitely frightened by the display that poses no immediate danger; luckily, the other doesn't think less of them for it. 

"It's alright. I have you."

Your heads meet in the middle-space between the two of you on the mattress as you draw each other closer once again for comfort, whether sought or provided, and the whisper is small and grateful. "...thank you." 

Together, safe in the base, under bursting skies, the two of you listen to the fireworks above as the show carries on. When it mercifully comes to an end with one last rib-tickling series of blasts and booms, you simply look in one another’s eyes with a sigh. You’re both in agreement that you’re glad someone had fun - and hopefully no one ended up hurt - but you’re more glad it’s finally over.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Would’ve been worse if it wasn’t for you, sweetheart.”

“I’d do anything for the one I love.” the tender promise is made, sealed with a kiss.

[Didn’t drop my Sorry, Wrong Comms! taglist into this one since I didn’t know if this experimental and self-indulgent drabble would be their cup of tea]

Mando’a pronunciation according to the glossary I referenced:

K’uur [Koor]

ner [nair]

sho’cye [SHOW-shay]

[Masterlist] [TCW Masterlist]

[awsok]

no because this is still crazy to me!!

when baylan rescues morgan at the beginning of episode one, she informs him that it's ahsoka tano who has the map. like, she's the one who has to inform him. but then, in their very next scene, baylan immediately clocks that morgan is sending shin after ahsoka's former padawan. has enough time passed that he could do research on ahsoka (and by extension sabine) or was this something he already knew? has baylan been keeping tabs on the galaxy's few surviving jedi?

note as well that baylan knew:

ahsoka once taught a padawan

that padawan is sabine wren

ahsoka is no longer teaching sabine

sabine is living on lothal

and (we can assume) he told none of that to shin.

in episode four baylan first tries to get in sabine's head by saying "but you're not like [ahsoka] though, are you?", which he could easily have just inferred by sabine's hesitance to destroy the orb.

and then he starts talking about ezra, telling sabine "i know you feel that ezra bridger is the only family you have left", which again, he could probably just be inferring, right? it's public knowledge that ezra and sabine were part of the same crew, that sabine's family died on mandalore. and that, combined with the fact that ezra is in the same place as thrawn (assuming baylan knows about that???), makes it pretty easy to figure out why sabine is on this mission and why she's hesitating.

but there's this:

which he does right before bringing up ezra which i somehow missed on previous watches

so clearly there's some jedi mind shit going on here (i feel like in previous examples of jedi picking up stuff from others' minds, it's only ever been emotions not specific thoughts? the one example with specific thoughts i can think of is the interrogation in the force awakens, where kylo was clearly putting a lot of effort. baylan doesn't seem to working so hard - so either he's much better than kylo (not impossible tbh) or he's only picking up emotions and figuring out the rest)

anyway then we get to baylan saying "your family died on mandalore because your master didn't trust you" which is CRAZY because either baylan is very good at mind reading, very good at research, very good at guessing, or all three. (or wrong!! which is even more interesting) the point is that here baylan is assuming that sabine blames ahsoka for the death of her family, and the implication is that ahsoka refused to let sabine help, or maybe train sabine efficiently enough to save her family.

which doesn't exactly line up with what we're told in episode eight. huyang says that "ahsoka became afraid that sabine was training as a jedi for the wrong reasons after what happened on mandalore. [...] at the time, ahsoka felt that if sabine unlocked her potential, she would become dangerous". this statement seems to imply that ahsoka only quit training sabine after mandalore, because she was afraid that sabine would try and - what? seek revenge? i don't think grief or guilt would be enough to make sabine fall (which is clearly what ahsoka is so afraid of).

so what is the case here? is it that sabine blames ahsoka for the death of her family, and resents her for preventing sabine from taking revenge? if so, does sabine still want revenge? or did she let that go to instead obsess over bringing back ezra? why is it that sabine specifically feels that ahsoka didn't trust her? didn't trust her enough to train her? didn't trust her not to fall? didn't trust her with vital information about the fall of mandalore?

and THEN (yes there's more) there's baylan's fight with ahsoka earlier in the episode, where he not only drops the bomb that he knows anakin became vader, but tells ahsoka that her "legacy, like [her] master's, is one of death and destruction". which. first of all he's smart enough to clock that ahsoka both knows about vader and that she is terrified of falling like he did. secondly. what the fuck is he talking about??? i don't think this is just manipulation, the line is delivered in such a heartfelt way that i think baylan really means this. but how does ahsoka's legacy "of death and destruction" in any way compare to darth vader's? unless he's not talking specifically about ahsoka, but the jedi as a whole?? baylan skoll you enigma!!! tell me your secrets!!

okay this has already been so rambling and off-topic from the original post that i may as well talk about shin next. because as we've covered, baylan is very good at figuring out his enemies whether it's through jedi mind stuff, research, or both. and then he promptly shares absolutely none of it with shin. like, shin doesn't even know that sabine is looking for ezra until either this moment (and tbf it's unclear whether baylan knew before this scene either - i would assume he at least suspected?) or the beginning of episode six when morgan brings it up in front of her. even so, it's not until they're on peridea that he tells her about ezra, and that's only when she directly asks. and now i'm wondering whether The Look she gives sabine on the ship down to peridea is in response to learning that sabine is looking for a friend. if learning that sabine has selfish intentions is what finally made her real to shin...

one more thing: baylan's whole jedi mind-reading schtick doesn't seem to be a skill he's taught shin: she seems to be constantly out of the loop, and has to directly ask to get answers. i'm sure it's something he's deliberately left out of her training, with all the secrets he's keeping. that's so juicy to me (also. v sith-like behaviour imo 👀)

anyway tl;dr baylan is very good at figuring out his enemies, he tells shin fuck all, and what the fuck went down with sabine and ahsoka?

Ok but to have Baylan say that Sabine’s family on Mandalore died “because your master didn’t trust you” is an insane thing for them to drop and never pick up again. I am so fascinated. We know now that Sabine’s family died in the purge of Mandalore, and Baylan is obviously picking things from Sabine’s head to use against her in this episode, so it’s more that he’s picking up how Sabine feels than what exactly happened. So how did Sabine reach the stage where she has connected her family’s deaths to how she feels regarding how much her master trusts and believes in her?

[giggles-and-freckles]

febuwhump day 11: hallucinations

“If you’re going to face Maul, you’re going to need these.”

She’d imagined this moment so many times. Imagined exactly what she would do or say when she got them back. They’d been taken from her while she was still an enemy of the Republic. It would be nice to put them back on her hips as a Jedi again.

Not yet. But soon.

She opened the box. They were shinier than they ever were while under her possession.

“I took care of them. They’re good as new.”

Ahsoka ignited the sabers, suddenly grateful that her own eyes were blue. They concealed the moisture she couldn’t quite manage to keep back.

“Maybe a little better,” he smirked and folded his arms across his chest.

She went through a kata, trying them out and waiting for a comment to lift her shoulders or keep her feet further apart.

Anakin just smiled down at her, proudly.

“You capture Maul, I’ll take care of Grievous. With any luck, this will all be over soon.”

“Master Kenobi always said there’s no such thing as luck.”

His grin widened. “Good thing I taught you otherwise.” He turned to walk away and her feet became molten to the floor. She didn’t know the next time she’d see him. Everything was happening so fast and the whiplash from it all was too much. She had things to say to him. Things that couldn’t wait.

“Anakin!” she called.

He turned, expectantly.

Good luck, she should have said and turned back toward her own ship. Better to get it over with. Goodbyes weren’t meant to be drawn out.

But she’d been on this plane with him before, in a world that felt so long ago, and this time she was the one watching him walk away.

“Do you–” she shifted. “Are you shipping out immediately?”

His gaze moved around the hangar, bustling with clones running back and forth with gear and weapons. She knew his answer. They were leaving as soon as possible and, as General, it was Anakin’s job to speed that along.

She silently begged him to break the rules for her one more time.

“I’ve got some time,” he said. She didn’t miss the hopeful smile.

“Me, too,” she breathed, even though it wasn’t true. “Can we–” A breath and a laugh. “Get back over here, Skyguy.”

Anakin smiled and practically bounded back to her, making the first move to drop to the floor, in the middle of the hangar. She laughed loudly, looking at his ridiculous form, sitting legs crossed, on the durasteel floor while battle preparations raged around him. 

He flicked her shin.

“I beat your record,” she said, dropping to the floor in front of him, and scooting close enough so that their knees were pressed into each other. 

“My record?”

“Repaired a nitro-transmitter with two cables.”

“You did not,” he scoffed. “You need five, at least.”

“Two,” she insisted, smiling victoriously.

“I call bullshit. You’re not that good. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’ve been this good for a while, actually, thank you very much,” she sniffed haughtily. “You just haven’t been able to see past your own big head–”

He pouted. “Hey, you know how I feel about the size of my head–”

She cackled. “Oh, shut up. My head is bigger than yours, by far! Do you see these things?” She fumbled with her montrals and lekku emphatically. “It was a joke and you still–”

“Commander,” a voice interrupted. She’d told him to call her Ahsoka, but Rex was a man of tradition. Even so...strange for him to only address her.

“Hey, Rexster,” she grinned up at him. He looked troubled. “Ready for another adventure? Just can’t get rid of me, huh?”

“Ahsoka,” he said, a bit more harshly. He still hadn’t looked at Anakin. “It’s time to go.”

Now, she was the one frowning. “Just a few more minutes. Is Bo-Katan already on board? We’ll–” Her mouth hung open as she turned back to Anakin. Except–

He wasn’t there.

“Master?” Her head swivelled around the hangar.

“Master!” she repeated, a bit more frantically. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She hadn’t told him about her new candied rat addiction or about Trace and Rafa. About how she’d finally taught herself to paint the fingernails on her left hand so he wouldn’t be forced to do it for her anymore. 

She hadn’t said goodbye.

“Where is he, Rex?” she asked, scrambling to her feet. The Captain touched her shoulder lightly, but she threw him off. “Anakin!” she yelled, to the empty hangar.

Empty? But it had been so busy before.

Did they leave her? How? She was leading this operation.

“Where is everyone?” she murmured to herself. Then, “Where is everyone?” to Rex, rounding on him fiercely.

“Ahsoka,” he said carefully, holding his hands out in front of him. “Listen to me–”

“No!” she shouted. “You took him from me!” She reached for her sabers, but came up empty.

What was going on–

“WHERE IS HE?” she screamed.

Rex grabbed for her shoulders. She pushed against him and found that his armour had disappeared. He wrapped his arms tight around her, successfully restraining her against him.

A sob ripped straight from her gut.

“Shh,” Rex said into her montral. “Easy, kid.”

“My Master,” she strangled into his shoulder. “He’s gone.”

“I know,” he whispered, nodding ever so slightly against her.

“I want him back.”

“I know that, too.” He loosened his grip around her. “But he’s not coming back, Ahsoka.”

She melted into the scratchy fabric of Rex’s shirt. Scratchy–because they’d gotten it at a market on some backwater planet a couple months ago. After they’d finally found their way off that Force-forsaken moon. 

“Because of the...orders,” she managed, hoarsely.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, tense and full of shame. “Because of the...orders.” He pulled away from her, but kept his hands on her shoulders. “You with me, kid? You here?”

Ahsoka blinked at him and the rest of the hangar around them fell away. Replaced by darkness. Trees. A small fire.

“I’m here.”

“Good,” he said softly, stepping back and surveying her fully, like he had since she was a little Padawan. Always checking on her. She needed it now more than she’d needed it then. “I don’t like it when you...when you go away like that.”

She smiled weakly. “Thanks for always bringing me back.”

Because that was her curse in life. In a universe where pain was more prevalent than peace and Masters left their Padawans behind...where there was no power that could reverse what had been done to him or all the others–

Ahsoka always came back. No matter how much she’d begged the Force to let her get lost.

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[thesith]

THE DEATH OF ME - DARTH VADER

Chapter 3: 

Each mechanic was given three pairs of shoes. 

Two for working, one for other purposes like after work when getting food to eat. 

You only wore two of your three pairs. The third pair of books gave your feet blisters, which is why you opted for leaving your lightsaber in there. 

Lord Vader wouldn’t look in there, right? 

You’d previously hidden your lightsaber in a drawer, but there’s no point in that anymore. Who knew what inspections Darth Vader would hold. 

You shoved your metal alloy and carbon hilt through the top of your shoe, hiding it by putting a pair of socks on top of it. 

If Vader discovered you were a Jedi, you’d be a dead woman. 

You barely slept through the night. You were worried Vader could sense your dreams. 

Nightmares, more like. 

A few times during the night you felt prodding around your head. 

‘Damn,’ You thought, ‘Anakin’s a persistent one.’ 

Your mental shields never halted for a second. 

‘Why?’ Ran through your head. For hours on end, you tried to compile a valid reason Anakin would’ve turned to the dark side. Was it stress? Was he sick of the war and was willing to do anything to end it? Or did somebody push him to the point where he was going to destroy himself and everything he loved?

You never met the man, but you’d seen holo-reports of what he’d done in the war for the Republic. He was the poster boy. 

Now that you thought of it, maybe it had to do with the Chancellor who deemed himself Emperor. Anakin was seen with him quite a bit, wasn’t he?

Once your alarm went off, you stared at it. You were so caught in your thoughts that you didn’t realize it was already oh-four hundred hours. You slammed your hand on the button for the chimes to cease. 

Now that you were moved into Vader’s block, you had your own refresher and didn’t need to trek to your female stormtrooper friends’ quarters to use theirs. 

You grasped your new uniform which instead of being a navy-blue shade was black and red. Now you were going to stand out even more than usual. Lovely. You sat the uniform on your bed and walked to the refresher. 

You stripped your nightclothes from your body and entered your personal refresher. 

You bathed yourself, mind wandering to Jedi. 

Obi-Wan. 

Poor Obi-Wan. Your parents had told you many stories of their adventures with the young Padawan and his Master, Qui-Gon. 

It was awful that he was killed by his own Padawan. 

At least they were both at peace in the Force.

You then started thinking about the entire order. Could Anakin have been powerful enough to destroy Master Yoda? 

In your youth you had the pleasure of meeting the Grand Master. He taught you quite a bit about the Force. 

You wished the best for him. Though you’d only met him once, you could tell he was very passionate about teaching the youth. 

Even now you still kept some of his advice in mind. 

“Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.” 

“How can you do something without trying?” Eight-year-old you asked. His words confused you. 

He then proceeded to whack you with his gimer stick in the shin, knocking you off balance. 

You laughed at the memory. At the time you thought it wasn’t funny, but now you thought that entire interaction was hilarious. 

You raked your hands through your hair, washing out everything that could’ve possibly gotten in it yesterday. 

You were one of the few people in the Empire that took showers that were as cold as ice. The stormtroopers were grateful for that, as they liked theirs steaming. 

You continued your frigid shower until you were sure every single speck of dirt was off of you. You were always thorough.

You wrapped a towel around your torso and a smaller one around your hair. 

You’d gotten out of bed three hours before you were required to attend your new job, which gave you extra time to yourself. 

You sat on your bed and started using the Force to levitate random objects. You hadn’t used the Force to move things in so long, you started to wonder if you forgot how to. 

You started with the brush sat on your dresser. You brought it to your hand and placed it on your bed. You unraveled the towel in your head and brought the brush up to your Y/H/C locks. 

The brush struggled to go all the way through your hair, but with some vigorous strokes your hair complied, leaving your hair absent of any knots. 

When you finished brushing every part of your hair twice, you stood and released the towel from your body. You slid on your underwear and trousers. 

Luckily this uniform was much more comfortable than your last. 

You put on your bra, then your white tank top that goes under your jacket. 

There was a knock at your door. 

“One second!” You threw on your black jacket with red stripes down the sides. The front of it has a red Empire logo. 

“The Republic logo looked much better.” You muttered to yourself, walking to the door. You were met with the same hooded figure as last night. 

Even though these were your quarters, you kneeled. It was only proper as he was your superior. 

“Lord Vader.” Now that you knew his true identity, the words dripped like poison off your tongue. 

“You may rise, Miss Y/L/N.” He used your last name. Surely he detected the distaste towards his name in your voice, yet he ignored it. “I wanted to confirm you were awake and ready.” 

You rose from your knee and kept your eyes everywhere but him. He was a betrayer.  You opted for not speaking. You thought anything that left your mouth would be disrespectful. You just nodded your head. 

“It would be wise of you to use your words.” His voice was barely recognizable. It’s no wonder why people didn’t know he was Anakin Skywalker. From the reports he gave to the news after a battle or mission, this voice was almost completely different. 

You cleared your throat. The prodding came towards your head again. He was trying it. Again. 

You rolled your eyes. This time, you forcefully pushed him out. 

“Yes, my Lord.” You sarcastically spoke those words. It was almost as if you were trying to get yourself killed. 

“Tell me, Y/N, where did you learn such strong mental shields? Is there something you’re trying to hide from your superior?” He emphasized his title. 

“We were taught in our training in case we were captured by Rebels for information, My Lord.” You slickly lied. You disguised the lie as the truth through the Force. 

“Very well. I expect to see you in the hangar soon.” With that, he walked out of your room. He believed it. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. That was close. 

You finished getting ready and pull your hair into a bun on the top of your head. You walk from your quarters to the private hangar next door. You enter the hangar to be met by Anakin. 

“Miss Y/L/N, I would like some adjustments to be made to my fighter. I’d specifically like a new hyperdrive as well as adjustments to my navicomputer for a widened range. And also, a new targeting computer.” 

A new hyperdrive? The one he has currently isn’t even a full rotation old!

“Yes, Lord Vader.” The name dripped like venom. 

“Good. I will return to see your progress later.” He spoke before exiting. 

You had no clue where to start. 

The hyperdrive and targeting computer would need to come from an outside source, so you decided to start with adjusting the navicomputer. 

You had to take the panel off of the technology inside of the fighter, so you climbed up and jumped into the TIE Advanced x1. You used your screwdriver to remove the outward panel from the top of the wires. 

Some of the wires were on the verge of tearing, so you also needed to fix those too. 

‘Wait... Jedi don’t need targeting computers. They- we use the Force.’ You thought. Maybe his usage of the Force sucked more than you thought. 

Also, you thought Anakin was a good mechanic. Maybe better than yourself. So, why doesn’t he do this himself? Is it because he’s superior and doesn’t want to do his own handiwork?

So many thoughts ran through your head as you adjusted his navicomputer for a wider range. You rearranged the wires as well as added some new ones to account for the new space that was being added. 

You also put new protectors atop the wires that were close to becoming exposed. 

Before you knew it, Vader was back. You felt him through the Force. 

You decided to ignore his presence. You continued rewiring and cutting unneeded wires. 

You bent into a squat to adjust the remaining wires. You felt a jolt on the TIE. Soon, there was a sound of boots hitting the floor of the fighter. 

Vader bent down to look at your work. “That wire’s wrong.” 

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not. You see this?” You pointed to part of your work. “I added that for the extra range. This wire supports it for the screen, which I have yet to adjust.” 

He was appalled by your disrespect, yet he respected how you didn’t fear him. It was a nice change. 

“Miss Y/L/N, are you sure you didn’t cross any wires?” His low voice spoke, radiating through the TIE. 

“Once I place the new screen on the panel, we’ll know for sure, but no, I did not. I’m positive.” 

You moved from your position and placed your hands through the top hole on the roof of the tie. You couldn’t use your normal tactics, as they required calling upon the Force. 

You used your upper body strength plus your quads to lift yourself out of the Tie and jumped down to the ground. You walked to the metal table that held the new screen. 

Once you acquired the technology, you reclaimed your old position in the fighter. You placed the panel back where it belongs, used cutters to make a larger place for the screen, and shoved it into the panel.

You tried to remove old bolts from the panel but they wouldn’t budge. You kept pulling and tugging, but they were relentless. Eventually, one came out. You weren’t expecting the sudden change, so you stumbled. 

Vader placed two hands atop your hips to keep you from hitting your head on something. 

“Thank you.” You spoke once you were stabilized. He lifted his hands from your hips and turned on the navicomputer. 

Luckily for you, the technology booted right up, showing an enhanced screen that was much larger than his last. 

“I have to retrieve a new hyperdrive and targeting computer. May I leave the ship to get them?” 

“What ship are you planning on taking, mechanic?” He emphasized your title. He thought just because you’re a mechanic means you can’t pilot as well. 

“Lord Vader, I am an excellent pilot. I can take whatever ship’s available for use.” You told him. 

“If you’re an excellent pilot, why are you a mechanic?” He questioned. 

“I enjoy fixing things. I think it was a pastime I had when I was younger. I fixed droids, especially Artoo units.” You replied. 

He looked taken aback at the mention of Artoos. “Very well. We may take a small shuttle. Where are we going?” 

“We?” 

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. We. Where are we going?” 

“Um, I was planning on Naboo. Thats where the best vendors are located.” You said. 

“All right. We leave tomorrow.” He spoke before he left to return to his personal quarters. 

Maybe this would be okay. Maybe you’d finally be able to come to terms with the fact it was Anakin under that hood. 

“Oh, Y/N?” He asked, turning back. 

“Yes, Lord Vader?” You respectfully said. 

“I will have someone bring a cloak to your quarters tonight. I would prefer us not to be recognized by locals and people of authority.”

That’s right. Senator Amidala was there. You’d recalled seeing photos of the two together. 

“Yes, sir.” 

With that, Anakin left the hangar. You were stood there staring at where he previously was. 

You were going with Darth Vader to another planet where his former best friend resides. 

~~~~~~~~~

TAGS: @rogerinasthong @liziihorta

[jessicas-pi]

An updated guide to my AUs and fics:

(All fics are complete unless indicated otherwise)

Fic series:

The Time Heals 'Verse: SWR/TCW time travel fix-it fic. Chock-full of silliness and shenanigans (except for the times it tries to rip your heart out.) (Sabezra, Anidala, Obitine, Kanera, faint traces of Blyla and Vostress. Plenty of space family and disaster lineage feels.)

Time Heals Mortifying Memories (we'll laugh about them later)

Time Heals All Wounds (yet the scars remain)

Time Heals Old Hate (put your armor on) (in progress)

The Teenage Rebellion AU: Series of one-shots. SWR AU. Ezra is an Inquisitor, Sabine is a Coruscant-socialite-turned-Rebel-agent, and Leia is so done with this banthacrap. (Sabezra, Luke/Mara, background married Kanera as per usual.)

In My Garden

It's A Rich Man's World

Seventeen, Young And Sweet

Across The Room, Your Eyes Are Glowing In The Dark

Gaze Into The Night

The dumpsterverse: modern AU where Kanan, Hera, Zeb, and Sabine found Ezra in a dumpster. Also Maul is a jerk. (Space family and Kanera in original, sequels are Sabezra, alternate sequel also has Dinbo)

November blizzards (and other bonding experiences)

2AM pancakes (and other kinda romantic moments) (sort-of sequel)

THEY'RE in love, WE'RE just friends (and other lies to tell yourself) (alternate sequel)

The Problem Children AU: TCW fix-it featuring a musical, Space AO3, and two original characters as obi-wan's padawan and venterss's padawan, respectively. (Anidala, Obitine, Vostress, Merrical, Blyla, potential Foxiyo, lowkey future Kanera.)

Playwrights, Group Chats, And All Around Chaos

Fives Writes Fics, Ahsoka Writes A Play, And The Ghost Of Riyo Chuchi Strikes Back

In Which Ahsoka’s Project Gets Bigger And The Group Chat Descends Into Even More Chaos (also Mace is on Space Tumblr)

In Which Kids Save The Galaxy And Everyone Else Is Confused About It: the Force decides that it's in the best interests of everyone (except Palpatine) to send a bunch of Jedi, Rebels, and assorted others, into the past, when the galaxy wasn't a mess... even if that means that they'll all be kids again. (Kanera, Merrical, Anidala. Featuring the Space Family, Disaster Lineage, Bad Batch Siblings, and (sounds nuts but bear with me) the Inquisitorius Found Family.)

Frankly, We'd Have Preferred To Leave This Whole Saving-The-Galaxy Thing In The Hands Of Responsible Adults, But At This Point We're Not Picky

Well, The Galaxy Is Safe Now, But There's Still No Adult Supervision, So Don't Get Too Comfy (in progress, 2/3 chapters posted)

Standalone fics:

This Is Fine The typical Sabezra fake-kiss-on-a-mission fic... except it's set during season two. Awkwardness, comedic situations, and blatant denial ensue. (Sabezra, background Kanera.)

Mixed Signals I got salty about that sister line from the Ahsoka show and used Mando'a language loopholes to make sense of it. (Sabezra)

blindness, yet sight AU where Ezra is blinded on Malachor, not Kanan. (Sabezra.) (may eventually be a series.)

Starbirds and Wolves Soulmarks AU. (Sabezra, background Kanera.) (may eventually be a series.) (1 of 2 chapters posted)

Jedi means family. Family means nobody lives alone in their comm tower of depression. Sabine is haunted by All The Jedi while she lives in her comm tower of sadness. (Can be read as platonic or as Sabezra.)

Careful— He Bites! Ezra got raised by wolves. This has... side effects. (Sabezra.)

Maybe the real family was the feral chaos gremlins we adopted along the way Anakin is a Mandalorian, Korkie gains a cool older cousinbrother, and Fenn Rau starts going prematurely gray. (Obitine, future Anidala & Fennbo, assorted other possible ships.) (in progress, sloooow updates)

Ahsoka's Amazing MUSE-ical Number (feat. Force Ghosts & Shin Hati) Sabine won't say she's in love. Ahsoka aims to change that. Anakin helps. (Sabezra.)

The Phantom Of The Chimaera Ezra embraces his inner Vent Gremlin and turns Thrawn's life into a waking nightmare. (Mostly platonic, Sabezra if you squint a little.)

11 Sabine finds Ezra after 11 years. The reunion is nothing like like they hoped for. (Sabezra)

Sabine Wren's Guide to the Mythical and Mysterious: On Merfolk Kisses, The Untimely Occurrences And Interruptions Thereof Silly little (not actually little, it's 16k words) merfolk AU. (Sabezra)

and they were cellmates (oh my gosh they were CELLMATES) You've heard of Imperials AU, now get ready for Imperial Prisoners AU! (Sabezra)

Mission (Probably) Accomplished Time-travelling padawans from the Old Old Old Republic and imaginary love triangles and repressed emotions! Yay! (Sabezra.)

Commit To The Bit Sabine and Ezra are fake dating. Very fake dating. The dating is extremely fake, I assure you. There is no mutual pining whatsoever. (Sabezra, background Kanera and Ursich, past Fennbo fake dating.) (3 of 4 (maybe 5?) chapters posted)

Best Enemies Forever Cracky Inquisitor!Sabine AU. (Sabezra, background Kanera, Mara/Luke, and a surprise crackship.)

supersonic (bleeding ears) canon-compliant minific. No ships.

Season's Greason's From Lothal Sabine and Ezra prank the Empire with a musical number. May become a series. (Background married happily-ever-after Kanera, vaguely Sabezra-ish.)

Not-fics:

The Space Family, But Make It Medieval Romance Fantasy Kanera Princess Bride AU

The Space Family, But Make It A Modern AU Modern AU. (some Kanera)

The Space Family (and company), But Make It ✨Superheroes✨ Rebels Avengers AU (Some Kanera and Anidala. lightly Sabezra-flavored if you wanna squint.)

The Space Family, But Ezra's Hair Is 70 Feet Long (Among Other Things) Rebels Disney princess AU. (Kanera, future Sabezra.) (includes my art!)

[north-peach]

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a study in contradictions. 

Ever the diplomat, always with a witty retort. A sharp eye and a mind like a durasteel trap, the man that will not disappoint you even with all the responsibilities on his shoulders.

The Sith Slayer, the Perfect Jedi, the Jedi who raised Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is fire in all shapes of reds, golds, oranges, occasionally shifting to blues and whites. All that he is, a thousand living flames contained by glass. 

One could almost look through him, were it not for the sheer density of the fires that are his very self, but you cannot deny it looks like a human-shaped bottle of undying flames.

Smokes curls around his shoulders, forming a cloak made of the night sky, groups of stars clustered together in the shape of lilies. More often then not, they twinkle and glow against a backdrop of deep, royal blue.

Around his forearms, his feet and shins is armor- the design that looks suspiciously like Mandalorian. Very similar to the traditional pieces that are given to a newly initiated Mandalorian looking to marrying into their culture. But Obi-Wan Kenobi is neither married nor Mandalorian.

(for all that he is made of the colors of a setting sun, an awful lot of blue ends up shining bright through the darkness draped about him)

The sound of his voice, used in it’s full effects compels the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth from those who he demands it of.

How gifted this man, the Jedi. The diplomat who would always receive an entirely truthful answer to any questioned he asked, if he should demand it so.

Some people will look at Obi-Wan, in all his composure, all his grace, his dignity and the velvet tones of his voice and wonder why this man is a literal embodiment of fire, so destructive and comforting, chaotic and barely tamed even when used deliberately. 

Blue eyes will gleam in either form, hiding the depths of the rage, the hurt and the pain he carries within. All the words he doesn’t say, all the failures and were it not for the shroud of smoke covering his back, one would see the same whips marks as his padawan.

Were it not for the darkness that curls around his neck, one would see the same collar branded against his skin.

You shouldn’t mistake the illusion of fragility, the lie that Obi-Wan’s being is held together by the glass that makes up his form. He’s survived more horrors and more suffering then a great many people and barely a handful will look at him and ever know it.

He carries no visible weapon, but he doesn’t need it.

Since when hasn’t fire been it’s own weapon?

(people fail to realize why Obi-Wan looks like glass. Honestly, as if glass isn’t made from fire put to sand)

(art by @vandervoiz) couldn’t resist, here’s more, this time obi-wan

#star wars#obi wan kenobi#luminous verse#my art#once again i hope its ok#i know it does not look like glass at all i did try#and the mandalorian armor i am way sorry i just drew what he vaguely wore in clone wars i think#also u did mention the marks are not visible but mans glass so they are kind of there#thank u for the post the description is gorgeous but i kept having to check back to see if i was doing it right

hi yes im literally dying rn

or hyperventilating

both? maybe both

i literally have no words, just a long drawn out scream at like....2am.

(so sorry this took so long to get to me, it's been a hell of a month, but check back tomorrow for more content)

@wolfsrainrules

Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter

okay, yes, brilliant quote-

but.

But.

what if it was literal??

Anakin glows with the Force of twin suns, constantly burning and glistening gold, gold, gold - the color of endless grains of sand when the sun rises highest in the sky. He is adorned in a shendyt made of pale gold, tucked in around his waist with white cloth that shines like the hottest sun. His back is bare but for the black whip marks layered and layered upon themselves. His hands, his feet and his hair- all are stained black, dripping ichor onto the ground on which he stands. 

About his neck is a collar, gleaming with gems of blue and green, forming an abstract pattern of the sigil for the Jedi Order. Wrapped around his wrists are manacles that dim the light of his skin, and trail black smokes as he moves.  

His feet are bare, save for the darkness that stains them. He wields a staff that is a two sided blade, one that shines with the light of stars, the other the blackest corners of space. 

Anakin stands at 8ft tall, and should be desire to speak in his form, his voice is an accusation. Righteous fury howls from every word when he opens his mouth.

how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, HOW DARE YOU

The thing about ‘not crude matter, but luminous beings’ is that you gotta know who you are. Anakin’s voice in his true form is an accusation, because he still sees himself as something of a slave. Not quiet free, only just barely. When he looks around and sees everyone who isn’t ’free’ and that is the Jedi because no family, no attachments, even though Master/Padawans are how the Order survives and how if you want to be a Jedi Knight and you cannot get one to train you, they stick you somewhere you will be useful, regardless if you wish to go or not.

Anakin knows all the deepest, darkest parts of him. Including the darkness in his head, in his thoughts, that stains his golden hair black, along with his hands, his feet. He sees himself as stained because he has done things he regrets, isn’t proud of and he’s used his hands to interact with people he considers filthy.

he’s only wearing white fabric folded and tucked around his wait, with his back bared with it’s black whip marks because ANAKIN WAS A SLAVE. 

He’s got bracers that look like manacles and five links on one side and four on the other (nine years, nine years and he was freed but he still calls someone Master) but-

if I end up writing this into an actual fic, all the credit to @fialleril- 

LEAVE HIS FEET BARE, because Ekkreth is The One Who Walks Free Skywalker and it’s very important to me to make this (IF I WRITE IT) fic into a thing that is Anakin being deeply, deeply into Tatooine Slave Culture, to such an extent, it literally shapes who he is.

Fluff things include a japor snippet that hangs about his neck from blue cord. The exact same shape of blue as in what Padme first wore when he met her and the same japor carving for luck, tucked neatly out of sight. Also the edges of his hair burns in oranges, in reds and a deep bronze because Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are always on his mind.

Anakin gets a few more titles (given to him by people he’s saved, from slaves and from people who title Jedi they manage to catch pictures of videos of in their true forms) and his being is on a deeper level then everyone else because as the Chosen One he’s both the Light and the Dark perfectly balanced.

(when he’s stable, I mean)

Son of Suns, of the Desert, (insert lots of Tatooine Slave Culture here that I haven’t though of yet since I probably won’t write this)

Anakin is of the Force, born in the desert from a mother who begged and pleaed for something. Force Things comes naturally to him, so while he cannot actually sit still and mediate and deliberately, through long contemplation and deliberation and practice take his luminous form- he absolutely can, throw himself down and take a breath and boom.

Gold and sunlight. 

It’s like taking off clothes and pulling better ones on. 

(maybe as a small child he spent a good year or two in this form wandering the desert while his physical body was kept in good health by the Force and Shmi just left him in safe-ish places because that woman knew what was up.

I haven’t actually decided if this should be a ‘you leave your crude matter and take up your luminous self’ kinda thing or ‘your crude matter transforms into your luminous self through use of the Force’.)

….anyway I don’t think I’ll actually write this- like maybe?- but I’ve got like five Jedi down and I am absolutely willing to do more.

….i should probably name this….. uhhh

Luminous Verse?

….eh, works for me.

Which one should I do next?

[kalevalakryze]

Akio'me'suum'ika

Chapter One: Kurs'kaded

Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Huyang, Baylan Skoll Pairing: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Body Horror, Mentioned Character Death, Blood and Injury. Notes: I wrote the smut (Chapter 2) before I wrote anything else, so... have mercy, I was trying to put in some actual plot, but between the hockey au and the Shin Tano au, I let this baby fall to the back burners. For Wolfwren Week Day 5; Dreams and Madness Word Count: 1,973 AO3 Link: Here!

“Stay together,” Huyang had warned them, had practically pleaded with them; and yet, as Ahsoka engaged Marrok and Sabine took Shin’s attention away, giving chase to the dark apprentice with blasters drawn. Each bolt was deflected smoothly as the Mandalorian chased Shin, though no bolts were sent back her way; almost as if she was being corralled to a predestined position. 

The force pushed back on Sabine with a deafening crack, the force of it all absorbed through her beskar until her helmet was knocked off, falling into the leaves as she busied herself with clambering back to her feet. 

Green met blooded orange in desperate attempts of self defense as Shin moved for the kill with each strike; in her peripherals, Sabine could see the red and white of Ahsoka’s battle with the inquisitor. It was hard to keep track of Marrok’s rotating blade while still avoiding the lunged attacks from the feral blonde, though Sabine noted with a mark of confidence now that they seemed to be getting sloppy; Maybe all that training with Huyang was finally paying off. 

Their sabers crossed, orange level at Sabine’s throat while green pressed against the deadly blade, arms shaking with the exertion it took to keep them off of her. Shin’s eyes, normally more blue than ever, seemed unnaturally silver today, nothing like the woman that had towered over her on Lothal, and as her lip pulled back with the strain, Sabine caught the unnatural edge to too long canines, and the smear of blood against their teeth. 

The red of Marrok’s saber disappeared, though the shining white of Fulcrum’s remained, risen just above her back as the Togruta turned to confirm her kill. There was a hollow echo of thousands of screams trapped in the chords of one body, causing both Sabine and Shin’s heads to turn just as the Inquisitor’s unstable form exploded into a hazy green mist that evaporated in the air. 

Shin shoved off of Sabine, silver eyes focused on the Togruta across the clearing as their lip quivered; Sabine had to wonder if there was any empathy in them for their fallen ally, though trying to get a look at their face while offering her arms their much needed reprieve, Sabine only saw fear in their eyes. It was a good look on them, maybe. 

The fear darkened their eyes as she watched their gaze flicker towards the sky and the moonlight filtering through the trees. With the Apprentice distracted, Sabine called out for her Master. “Go! Get the map!” Her teeth grit together at the feeling of Shin’s eyes back on her, turning murderous as they debated on chasing the Togruta that had just killed their friend, or engaging the Mandalorian further. 

“I’ve got this.” Spoken more to herself than to Ahsoka, the Jedi still took off for their objective, leaving her alone with her conflicted opponent. 

“You will regret this decision,” They snarled, poison on their tongue and blood pooling past their lips as they spoke, the woman’s nose twitched as she readied her saber, homicidal intent focused solely on the Togruta’s padawan for what would hopefully be the last time. 

Sabine found herself once again, stuck on a heavy defensive as Shin pushed forward, blade swinging mercilessly and offering very few openings for the Mandalorian to swing. Once again, Shin pushed Sabine further from the map, guiding her deeper into the woods and away from her helmet, dodging, deflecting, and overpowering the shorter woman the whole way. 

The lightsaber was forced from her hand with a particularly hard swing, giving her just enough time to raise her gauntlet and allow the saber to smack off of her beskar gauntlet instead, burning the gray and gold paint, but not breaching the surface of the metal even once. 

Not that she had much time to celebrate her timely defense, as their boot was connecting with her abdomen, just under her armor, and forcing her back several feet, knocking her down onto her ass and into the mess of leaves and swings. 

Sabine’s hand flew out, fingers splayed wide to give an impression of what they wanted to see from her; the force, the one thing that no matter how hard she tried, she could not connect with. 

Shin’s head turned,  playing right into Sabine’s game as they expected a wave of power to send them flying, when they didn’t budge, a low growl started in their chest, setting the hair on the backs of her arms on edge as it reached her ears. 

“You have no power,” Their teeth bared, though their saber clattered from their hold in the next second, spurring confusion in the seemingly defenseless Mandalorian. 

Shin dropped to their knees with a soft gasp, the last sound Sabine heard before everything got Wrong. She was no stranger to gore and the different ways a body could be broken by war, but this wasn’t right, it was supernatural, right out of the tales told to children to keep them off the streets at night. 

Bones cracked and splintered as flesh and fabric ripped and teared, and blood seeped from Shin’s ruined body as everything changed. Their bones took on a new shape as they writhed and twisted in the leaves, face elongating into something animalistic as their skin stretched across this new shape; the whole time, Shin didn’t make a sound, barely breathed once as their body shattered into something horrific. 

By the time Sabine realized what they were becoming, it was too late; scrambling backward, the white wolf towered over her, snarling and chomping its maws as it advanced on the woman. “Karabast!” Sabine shouted, hands slipping against the leaves, speckled with Shin’s blood as she tried to back away. 

Remembering the missiles, Sabine finally closed her open hand, activating her wrist launcher to send two loaded projectiles into the werewolf’s hide. It was only enough to have Shin’s head to turn away, but it gave Sabine the break she needed to make for the nearest tree, boots and fingers scrambling against the rough bark as she hauled herself up, just barely missing the gnashing of teeth at her heel as she ascended to a point they could not follow. 

Snarling, the wolf’s attention shifted, blood still dripped from its mouth as their teeth finished the change, shoving past sensitive gums and denied the need to chew.

A distant howl pulled Shin’s attention from her prey, filling Sabine with the icy feeling of dread at the thought of Baylan being another supernatural monster and the thought of Ahsoka having to face him alone. 

Their lightsaber clattered painfully between their sharp teeth as they snuffed about in the blood-stained leaves to retrieve the weapon. Sabine did not dare move until long after the heavy footfalls of their paws retreated back into the forest, forcing herself to take a moment to calm the erratic beating of her heart and still the shaking of her hands before taking her saber up again and following the plowed trail the wolf had left behind. 

By the time she made it to the stone circle, she was met with quite a sight. Shin’s form was smashed into a stone monolith, rocks and pebbles scattered all around with blood matted to silvery fur, and standing over Ahsoka was a bipedal white wolf, claws pressing into the purified beam from Ahsoka’s saber. She could smell the burnt flesh of the Togruta, and the charred smell of Baylan’s claws as Ahsoka grew closer to cutting through them. 

“Sabine,” Ahsoka whispered, though it rang through her ears like a megaphone, relief in the air of her voice as she struggled beneath the towering beast. “The map! Destroy it!” 

She couldn’t process the events that happened next, as her brain tried to shield her from more compound trauma as she watched the wolf fling her Master from the ledge, as a weight settled in her chest much like the one she had felt as her family was killed; Ahsoka was dead. 

Sabine remembered the map, remembered Baylan, and a mention about her family, but it all happened in a blur, a haze that could not penetrate the image of Ahsoka being thrown from the ledge, even when the monstrous wolf had turned towards her with blue-hued silver eyes and snarled in words only half recognizable as Basic. 

The haze was only broken after a truce was made; the illusion was shattered by the crushing feeling of invisible force around her windpipes, claws scratching against stone, and Baylan calling for Shin to stop, growling and snapping his teeth at his own apprentice as Sabine slumped bonelessly to the floor. 

The next time Shin came in Sabine’s peripherals from the side, it was in a form almost as scary as the wolf; fur clung to bloodstained skin as their bones cracked and rippled beneath the surface, body forcing itself through another transformation despite the moon’s high placement in the sky, the sharp angles of their ears poked out from the veil of hair, tangled and matted with pebbles caught in the strands, armor pieces just barely hanging on to the threads of the ruined tunic and plastered to her shins. 

Fur still covered their knuckles and their nails were as sharp as a fresh vibroblade as they reached to snatch Sabine’s saber and blasters from the ground, away from the downtrodden Mandalorian, even as they itched to sink their teeth and talons into the purple-haired woman; Baylan made a promise, meaning their own desires would need put on hold until the contract was completed. 

Even the press of a razor-sharp claw into her wrist dulled into the haze as the Mandalorian was cuffed and stuffed into their transport, moved to the hyperspace ring docked just in orbit, and offloaded into the giant command deck, just in time to watch more family die, as the ghost was left in the direct path of their jump to hyperspace.

 “Hera,” She called out, pulling against Shin’s arm, wincing as the claw sank past her suit and into her arm, only stopping her vain attempts at… something, when Shin yanked her back. 

She’d lost two of her own; and for what? A chance, a sliver of a chance, at finding Ezra? What would they do if he was still alive? How would they get home? Did she even want to make it there alive? If she was lucky, Shin would kill her; that sounded acceptable, at least, letting the kurs’kaded be the one to take her life, maybe she could see how far they could be pushed, first; Get one final game out of her last days. 

Shin was careful in removing her armor, though the claws still pinched and scratched away paint, poking small holes into the fabric as she went. Kneeling in front of Sabine, the Mandalorian found something new to focus on. The wolf’s fingers were slipped between the top of her boot, removing the small blade hidden there, giving Sabine a view of messy blonde hair, and the way unnaturally silver eyes had seemed to catch her train of thought at the exact same time as Sabine managed to think of all the other ways they could be on their knees. 

Shining eyes met her gaze in a quiet challenge, no words spoken between either woman, even as Sabine unashamedly projected image after image, and as the apprentice seemed to gloss over the unnatural addition packed between the apex of the Mandalorian’s thighs.  Anything would be better than focusing on the deaths of the ones she loved, and hyper-fixating on the thought of wrecking and being wrecked was better suited for her energy than wallowing in grief. Or maybe she was horny enough that it persisted despite the anchoring sorrow, frankly. Sabine didn’t have the energy to care.

[tennessoui]

doctor sleep anon!! okay i didn’t expect a response but ok here’s my thoughts

-obi wan being found around 7 instead of three and basically the shinning is his childhood, everything from his alcoholic father, to the twins, to all the monsters who haunt him.

-obi wan meets dick (can be dex if u want) who teaches him how to lock the monsters away with his mind, kinda makes it easier for him being a force sensitive.

-the jedi find him, take him in, his mom saying goodbye (maybe something anakin and him can relate to if u want) and no one wants a traumatized padawan until dex teaches him how to trap the monsters in the boxes in his head. then he gets better slowly then he becomes Qui-gons padawan.

-Rose the hat and her clan can be interpreted as the sith if it makes things easier. could be interesting that obi wans ppl fell to the hands of the sith. and could be a huge point when danny is given the choice to drink and doesn’t many times in the movie to obi not falling to the dark side

-years go by and obi still traps monsters that haunt his mind in the boxes

-everything in tpm happens.

-until ahsoka shows up and Plo realizes she has special force powers and is assigned to anakin.

i’m trying not to give too much of the movie away. last i saw it was streaming on HBO but i can’t seem to find it. it’s not too scary (that’s coming from a scardy cat who only saw it during the day)

but instead of Abra is replaced by either anakin or ahsoka, i think it would be cool with Ahsoka.

tho i’m not sure where obikin could start. maybe after his knighting and he gets anakin and he slowly starts to heal. maybe include Danny’s alcohol problem…

anyways i hope this made sense.

oh hell yeah this is so detailed and amazing <3 thank you for typing it all out i really wish i had more to add but i definitely put dr. sleep on my list of movies to watch because it sounds super cool !!!!

this is great tho!!!! i also think it'd be cool with ahsoka instead of anakin just to give anakin a break <3 and it's a little bit less expected you know?

[kriffingunlucky]

Commander Wolffe x padawan! reader

Slowly walking close to the wall, slipping through the hallways and past the doors, you keep the package close to your chest. Your eyes darting around the dark environment of the morning, looking for danger as your clone scouts walk in front of you and behind you. Your eyes go wide, horrified when you sense something, before you even see it move in the hallway ahead of where you and your men stand. Your hands clutch the item that you hold close to your chest tight, knowing this would be as difficult as you and your troops had predicted. The scout in the front, Boost, shouts back at you when he sees the person emerge from the darkness. Stepping towards you all at a fast pace.

“Run!”

And you do, you turn around and sprint away from the enemy. Running as fast as your legs could take you knowing you were the last hope to getting the secret package to the destination. Only you could complete this task and you wouldn’t let this fall into the wrong hands. You couldn’t. As you ran around a corner at high speeds, and continued to run through the halls, mentally thanking your Master for making you train so hard in stamina. Even though you really hated running, Plo insisted on it.

You hear a loud shout and wince. Well, your support was down. That wasn’t a good sign. Especially now because you hear the thudding footsteps behind you coming closer.

“No, no, no-” You pant breathlessly, turning another corner and hitting the wall, but continuing on. “I can’t get caught, I can’t!”

You take a leap of faith when you turn another corner, hiding behind a stack of boxes. Trying to stop your panting you hold the precious package close to your chest. If you could just get to your Master, maybe then he could-

“Gotcha.” Said a deep, rough voice once they’d gripped your arm tight.

Yelping and kicking, you set what was in your arms down before leaping forwards, making your attacker stumble off balance. Grabbing his arm, twisting it and rolling him over your back, you land on his stomach because he held onto you. But because of your impact, he let go long enough for you to quickly hop up. Snatching the item wrapped in a blanket, you dash as fast as you can away.

Somehow though, your target wasn’t as phased by your attack as you thought he was. You were easily picked up and flipped around. Hitting the ground but not smashing your head against the floor. His hand was between your skull and the ground, his body on all fours above you. His hot breath hitting your face.

Your eyes narrow at him, meeting his harsh gaze.

“Give me the animal.” He hisses.

You look down briefly at the tooka cat that you’d been carrying, smuggling really, onto the ship. It mews and looks up at you with its big brown eyes, much like the eyes that are glaring holes into your head right now. Except not as warm.

“He’s mine, Wolffe. Go find your own cat.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You know I don’t want the cat-”

“Here they are, General! Over here,”- you hear Boost’s voice call out as footsteps you hadn’t heard before come closer, but then he stops. And so do the footsteps. -”The hell are you two doing?”

Both looking at General Plo Koon, Sinker and Boost you realize what it looks like. Him leering so close to you, your faces so close that they’re nearly touching. He was huffing slightly, where you were breathing hard still, which certainly didn’t help your case.

Your face flares up in a dark red color, your eyes widening. “We aren’t doing anything! He attacked me! He’s the one to be blamed!”

Wolffe only looked slightly confused, looking from you to Plo. “She had obviously taken an animal and wanted to smuggle it onto the ship, so I waited for her to pass through the hallway. But I realized that she wasn’t that dumb, admittedly, and that she had probably gone down the back halls. So I ran towards those and saw her, chased her and tackle- oh.” It sets in on his face.

“Tackled her, eh?” Boost wiggles his eyebrows, “Sure you weren’t just making a move, Commander? In the back hallways? Where nobody is at?”

“Sergent, I suggest you shut your big mouth before I break it.” He growls, looking back down at your soft face, hesitating before he pushed himself back up. His nose brushing your lips, him getting closer than needed, when he did stand again.

You grunt, narrowing your eyes at Wolffe and shoot him the nastiest glare before looking at your master with the largest, (e/c) puppy dog eyes. Standing up with it in arms, shifting ‘shyly’. “Master Plo, I just wanted to take care of this baby tooka.”

Wolffe huffs, crossing his arms with a grumble. “You can’t do that, you know he’s weak to your puppy e-”

You kick at his shin harshly, interrupting him, only smiling at his yelp of pain and continue talking. Ignoring the glare from your friend.

“Please? Master? Can I keep it?” You bat your eyelashes, putting your puppy mode into full swing.

Plo caved immediately. “Of course you may, as long as you take care of it.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?! SIR!” The greying clone yells, throwing his arms in the air.

“Would you like one as well, son?” The Del’kor tilts his head, curiously.

Just ending with a sigh, defeated, he shakes his head in denial. Shooting you a short glare as he walks away, trying to act like he didn’t just lose an unannounced contest between the two of you. Turning the corner and disappearing, you follow that up with a grin.

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Later, when they were all turning in, Wolffe was walking to your room instead. Furious. His blanket and pillow had gone missing and he knew it was you. You just had to take them to give to your stupid new cat. Or, just in spite. Either way he wasn’t happy and was going to get them back. Right away.

His bare feet thud against the cold metal, stopping in front of your door.

Not even bothering to knock, he jams the pass code into the pad and storms inside. About to shout and rage, but he pauses, shoulders slacking as he inspects your small form. You curled up into a ball, the tooka cat on top of your head, you cuddling with his pillow while yours was under your head. Covered in both of the blankets.

He smiled. “Why is she so cute?”

Turning to leave, he heard you shift than a soft thud. Glancing back and seeing that the second blanket had fallen off, he walks towards you. Picking it up and draping it back over your body. Leaning down and sweeping away the hair from your face, he kisses your forehead gently.

“Goodnight, kih cyare.”