#Pearl Skywalker

[errantindy]

Been thinkin’ more about my mira’ad, my idea for a Mandalorian Force sect in my story, Sand Becomes Pearls.

Mira’ad is one of Pearl’s titles within Mando culture. The word ‘Jetii’ can mean in general “Force Sensitive,” “Force Adept,” and “Jedi” all at once. ‘Mira’ad,’ “Child of Mira,” comes from Mira from KotOR2 as she was a nonstandard Mandalorian and a Force sensitive who learned from a rogue Jedi. My headcanon is she rejoined the Mandos after KotOR2 with Mandalore the Preserver but lived her nonstandard life trying to better her adopted people. Mira’ad became the Mandalorian Force Sect. They’re pretty decentralized, but noticed Forced Sensitives are apprenticed to Mira’ad to be trained like any other profession. A Mira’ad is a jetii, but a mira’ad does not have the same stigma as a Jedi jetii. They are a respected part of mando society. Mira’ad fall the call of the Way (as I’m choosing to call the Force in Mandalorian culture. ‘This is the Way’ is a very enigmatic and matter of fact way to explain why a Force Sensitive is guided to do something), and many times are wandering vigilantes or guides (much like Jedi), but they are also honored members of their aliits and families, though they can also culturally be considered a part of Mira’s aliit for the purpose of culturally deniability when the Way calls them to step outside propriety to do as they are guided to do.

Pearl is not Mandalorian, but she’s been so respectful and helpful to Mandalorians that she’s was made a mira’ad in absentia and without them caring if she agrees. If she protests, she’s being silly because she’s a mira’ad obviously and the Way can make them silly.

I’m very much considering making the Armorer from the Mandalorian a mira’ad. She already has her almost mystical, Socratic way of guide people to their betterment and a better future for Mando’ade as a whole.

[errantindy]

Look. I thought about this early on in SBP. I really did. Han is suave and hot…and what really did in any HanPearl ship was the awkwardness of a love triangle. I didn’t want that to come between the sisters. SO. I made Pearl diametrically opposed to seeing Han as attractive. Sure, he’s a friend, he’s good friend even, if annoying, but she cannot see what everyone in the galaxy finds attractive about Han Solo. More over, she thinks Leia and Han are an escalating galactic disaster waiting to happen.

Pearl is also delightfully wrong, and I love it.

I'm not really a HanLuke shipper but I can imagine them hooking up early in their friendship & then Han later after various revelations having a personal crisis over whether or not it's weird to have sex with both halves of a set of twins

[ink-dot-kay]

HUEVEMBER 2023

day 1 - 8

[nothing-but-flowers88]

New headcanon, the typical sleepwear in Naboo are nightgowns, padme had the best ones. Luke visits Naboo for the first time with Leia and one of the staff gives him an Ebenezer scrooge nightgown with matching sleep cap. Leias dying laughing like

“all you need now is a candle stick”

“This isn’t funny Leia, when I was walking to your room someone saw me in the hall and thought I was a ghost”

“Pffft-“

[padawansuggest]

Okay so I only learned this about canon a couple years ago and yes I keep bringing up AUs where Obi-Wan farms krayt pearls from Tatooine to send to Quinlan through the rebellion so they can give them to master and Padawan pairs so they can have lightsabers because the pearls can be used as a replacement, (and I even have a much more in depth one where Shmi didn’t die and Anakin didn’t fall but the Empire still rose and they retreated to Tatooine with a bunch of crechlings and Obi-Wan uses a seeing chamber to locate actual places that a force user in need of a Pearl will end up so you know you can go SO much more in depth with this) but I just had the best idea ever!!!

Obi-Wan and Anakin go to Tatooine before Ilum when Anakin is 12 and getting his first crystal (this is an EU canon okay he didn’t make his first saber till 12 and in the same comics Obi-Wan thought about how he’d leave the Jedi if Anakin didn’t want to be here) and Obi-Wan is all ‘you know what? The council being stupid as shit we gonna go free Miss Shmi and get her to safety and have a long talk before Ani gets his crystal idk maybe we’ll take her with us’ and so they go there and free her.

But before they can even discuss the next steps in all their lives, Ani is all ‘oh shit Obi’s getting the force pull look on his face, make sure we got water and rations he wanders far when he gets that look’ and they all go on A Hunt and when Obi-Wan finally comes back to himself he’s cooing at a Krayt (also an EU canon he tamed a fucking krayt a tribe asked him to kill because Good Girls Get Loves Not Death) while Anakin and Shmi just give him this look of HORROR and after he’s finished taming his bestest lizard girl EVER (till he meets Boga) the krayt gives him a damaged Pearl and at first Ani and Shmi think they’re gonna sell it or something but instead Obi-Wan gets out all the parts to construct a new saber they brought for Ani and is all ‘cool now let’s break this thing down it’s damaged and can last a few sabers for both of us’ and that’s why they have twin blue blades and Shmi is smuggled into the temple as a new mechanic and Anakin and Obi-Wan’s twin blade AU is now also an Anakin and Obi-Wan twin sons of the twin suns AU and they are happy and Anakin is a happy lad.

[errantindy]

At some point in my fic, I’m gonna have Hondo try to smooze Pearl, and just have Rex slide past saying, “he tried to sell your father, Ben, Ahsoka, and General Syndulla into slavery or their enemies.”

Just for the angry abolitionist Force adept to blow a fuse. I love Hondo as a character, but he’s a slaver.

Hondo: Kenobi, my old friend!

Obi-Wan: I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Hondo: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

[haydensheartt]

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[matt-murdick]

whenever someone proposes a crack fic where Obi-Wan did movies (more specifically, Moulin Rouge), I like to imagine that he also did Down With Love because you know Anakin would have a heart attack watching the phone sex scene

[sw5w]

What Options Have We?

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:23:29

[errantindy]

Oh my, I love how cute this is.

And for me, in my fic, Pearl will get access to them. All of these like lovingly and personally created to teach someone Anakin really cared about, so Pearl feeling so close to her father in a way she’s never felt before (…ya know unless you count that time she felt him box her in and try to end her over the Death Star).

More knives to twist!

*happy beeps*

[got to thinking about artoo helping anakin record those videos for ahsoka 🥹]

[errantindy]

So! I watched Star Wars Visions S2, and after coming across "I Am Your Mother," I knew I had to write something from Wedge's perspective of the whole event and in the universe of Sand Becomes Pearls. I had a lot of fun with a whistful, discontent Wedge doing his post-Endor duty and hating it, well, most of it.

[beasanfi1997]

If the Last book of the Seven Sisters by Lucinda Riley reveals all the reason about the mysterious Pa' Salt, It means that Star Wars Rebels season five will reveals what happened during the original Trilogy of Star Wars when George Lucas will be 80 and Dave Filoni will be 50 in 2024 for the 10th anniversary of Star Wars Rebels as Star Wars the Clone Wars season Seven reveals what happened during the movie Revenge of the Sith and i Wonder that Star Wars Resistance season three will reveals during the movie Rise of Skywalker

[chipperchemical]

happy October! here is what every Hermit would dress up as for Halloween. i will not be accepting criticism (joke)

Bdubs - The bottom half of a couples' horse costume

Cub - Dr Frankenstein

Doc - Frankenstein's Monster

Etho - Puts a sheet over his head and calls it a day

False - Queen of Hearts

Gem - An elaborate, entirely handmade and hand-sewed, beautiful rendition of a forest elf

Scar - Luke Skywalker

Grian - Mumbo

Hypno - Just puts on some cat ears

Jevin - Drowned / Sea creature

Impulse - Classic red demon costume

Joe - Just wears a shirt that says "responsible adult"

Keralis - Bee

Mumbo - Vampire

Pearl - Uses the 5AM Pearl cloak for Little Red Riding Hood

Ren - Cyborg future space werewolf

Skizz - The blue M&M

Joel - Shrek

Stress - Flower, as in, puts flower petals around her head

Tango - Cowboy

Beef - Fish man.

Wels - Dark knight

xB - Bigfoot

Xisuma - Doom Guy :)

Zedaph - Honestly no-one can tell and they're too afraid to ask

Cleo - Mummy ("You thought I was gonna be a zombie huh???")

[errantindy]

Okay. Who got into my plans for SBP’s RotJ?!

[fear-is-truth]

mature content ; mdni

ANAKIN SKYWALKER looks down at you, hands resting on either side of your head. face framed by a halo of dark blonde curls, falling out of place as he shifts above you. his expression remained neutral, though you can see the flare of his nostrils and the tight set in his jaw.

your stomach tightens as you struggle to accommodate him without feeling like your organs are being jostled around. you squeeze your eyes shut, teeth sinking into your lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep the whimpering sounds from escaping. but it’s no use—the tears spill over, clinging to your lashes like beads of pearls. he resumes his pace, hips thrusting into you harder now, and you can’t hold back the sob that bubbles deep from your throat when you feel the tip of his cock prod at your cervix. hands reach up blindly for him, gripping onto his biceps as if that could somehow lessen the pain.

slate-blue eyes flick from your tear-soaked cheeks to your lips, which are trembling, swollen from biting down so hard. with almost clinical interest, he touches your lower lip, brushing it with his thumb, relishing the plushy softness.“y’know,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, “most people look ugly when they cry. not you, though.” fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he can see you better. “you look so pretty when you cry.”

[gladiatorcunt]

- APOLLO REACHES FOR THE SEA | V.

under my skin’s an intrinsic shrine

cw: kinktober prompt (s) - scent & food play, canon typical obsessive behavior, anankin & reader are both 20, reader has a pussy, more suggestive, friends to lovers, drunk-ish sex, unprotected sex, implied angst of the series’s canon events, aotc!era but pre actual aotc events, dead dove do not eat

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“Ani, watch out! You’re going to spill the plums!” You giggle, ushering him in the quarters you share with your Master Shaak Ti.

It’s late at night, a rare day without missions as you both get closer to knighthood. So Anakin had casually suggested swiping some food from the food stalls in the city and having a sleepover, just like old times. You’d known each other since he had come to the temple 12 years ago, and you can admit that you’ve been missing the hours you used to waste away laughing and dreaming of your futures as Jedi Masters. You had bonded over wanting to help people and become powerful enough to stop tragedy from happening, he’s whispered things to you that he fears Obi-Wan Kenobi would flay him alive for.

He’s the only one that knows anything about your family, what you ran to the Jedi Order from. You’re not allowed to have personal belongings from that time of your life, but you slipped a good luck charm in the folds of Anakin’s tunic on your 14th birthday and pecked his lips before darting off to your sparring session with your Master.

Perhaps it’s a panic response, clinging to these brief silver linings when you can sense his force signature darkening. Anakin does what you wish you could, deep down, how can you judge his heart when it’s other half aches in your chest?

“You think too little of me, Scyva.” Ani grins, balancing the tray in the crook of his arm as he follows you to your room.

Scyva, because that’s what an edgy prepubescent you had insisted on if he was going to call you a name derived from the Old Gods. In truth, it made you terribly shy that he wanted to call you Aivela, that he still does after he gives you the bare minimum of saying the name you wanted first.

“Well,” he had ‘hmph’ed back then, “Then I’ll be Izax, because that’s Scyva’s husband.”

So simple, so assured, like it was the most obvious declaration in the world to make. Playing house with forces beyond your understanding in their clothes.

Your cheeks warm as you recall the memory, you close your door hoping that Masters Shaak Ti and Obi-Wan will be delayed more than you thought.

Anakin had also managed to finesse a couple of cups of Jawa Juice from Dex’s Diner, “Master’s a good friend of his, but he won’t rat us out.”

Both of those cups are gone and empty within minutes, the pair of you doped up on the sizzling connection between you. This unbreakable bond that formed all those years ago, it’s like all your pains and troubles fade away when you’re near Anakin. He’s told you the same, with an imploring look in his doe eyes, begging you without words to understand what that must mean. Why you two are so clearly meant for each other.

He’s the chosen one, he teased you when you were 15 and had lost round after round to him in training, the force wouldn’t want it’s son to be without a chosen one of his own.

You were 16 and learning how to swim together, you had forgotten how but Anakin held you up in the water like he had been doing it all his life. You pecked his lips again then too, that’s all you ever did, the farthest you went. To do more would be to open up durasteel gates that would flood Coruscant in sparks and wet wires.

You shrug off the outer layers of your tunic, plopping down on your bed and sighing, “I could never think more of you if I tried, Ani.”

Give Anakin Skywalker a pearl and he’ll turn it into a Greater Krayt Dragon.

His seemingly stuck grin widens and he clamors onto the bed to lie right beside you, “Yeah? Typical of my biggest fan.”

Your arms brush together and a sudden jolt of fire burns down your throat.

You roll your eyes, picking up a plum and biting into it, ignoring the bob of Anakin’s adam’s apple and the flash of arousal in the force.

You don’t know why, but you make eye contact as you finish the piece of fruit, making an extra effort to lick some of the purplish-red juice off your bottom lip.

Anakin shuffles closer and reaches out to rub away what you missed with his thumb. Your breath hitches, the air in the room is shifting to something you can’t even say you didn’t anticipate or secretly wish for. Ani’s always so warm, every part of him, and the comfort his coarse finger tip brings to your often bitten lip lights a candle in your soul.

Neither of you say anything as he brings his other closer to your hip, his fingers ghosting along the curve like he’s afraid to touch you, that you’ll disappear if he lets himself buy into the delusion that he can have something so sacred. Anakin Skywalker doesn’t buy, he gets bought, but every teasing moment over the years does some serious damage to a 20 year old guy’s psyche. Maybe you should think of it like sparring, you can’t improve without throwing yourself into the fray.

The kiss he plants on you isn’t anywhere close to one of your previous “friendly” pecks, it’s ravenous. He’s enthusiastic, moving to sink his thumbs into the divots under your jaw so he can tilt your head up. He moans into it too, heady and smug with every caress of your lips and every wet pop signaling you pulling away to breathe or change your position.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Aivela.” Anakin hisses, eagerly yanking the rest of your robes off in between more kisses and briefly separating to toss them unceremoniously on the floor.

You moan, sliding your hands up his bare back and pulling at hair that’s not quite long enough to tug like you want to, “So do you, Ani, force-”

He cuts you off by snaking his tongue in your mouth, cleaning your teeth from the dark mess of the plum juice, which only stains you both even further. His arousal in the force grows and you can feel his dick twitch against your hip, the bond tells you that he loves being messy with you, that it feels right to be this real and uninhibited with each other. To be this raw.

“You ruin me, you know that? I’m trying so hard to be perfect. For you, for Obi-Wan, for the council, for my mom.”

It’s easy at this moment, with this boy, to be damningly honest. “ You’re already perfect to me, Ani, there’s nothing about you I would change.”

You’ll always love the 9 year old boy who became your first friend, and you became his, every version of him after that only fleshes him out and waters the underestimated sapling into a massive tree with nonflammable roots.

Anakin shudders when you say he’s perfect, the feeling of being indulged and complimented by a friend who he’s spent countless nights jerking off to, muffling his whines and groans into his pillow so Obi-Wan doesn’t suspect anything. But knowing his master, he probably already knows and is discussing it with your master right now.

You pick up on his train of thought, “You don’t have to be so paranoid, Ani. You don’t know for sure that anything bad is going to happen.”

He nods and shrugs it off, storing that opportunity to spiral away for later. You exclaim in surprise as he dives in to kiss you again. The kisses are hotter now, heavy and sloppy with intention. Anakin waves a hand around trying to find the tray of plums without breaking away from you, he eventually fumbles onto it and yanks it to push into your hip.

You pull back in confusion, but Anakin smiles and pushes you to fall on your back with his hand splayed out across your chest.

He takes a plum and bites off half of it, leaning down to share it with you as he crushes the other half above your body, honing in on the squelching sound and passing you bits of the plum from his tongue to yours.

“I’ve had dreams of a goddess of love on a lonely planet in the future, a god too, and they look just. like. you.” He draws back and punctuates each word with a swipe of his tongue through the plum juice on your ribs.

You hear more than see the sniff he takes of your skin, deep lung fulls of the fruity hints in your natural musk. He humps into the mattress and his cock twitches, your belly clenches when he flicks droplets of sweat off of you, the pink in his bunny tongue winking up at you in the low light.

You relax against your pillows and run a hand over his hair as he busies himself with drinking the plum juice off your body like body shots. You bask in his pulsing force signature and the tantalizing sight of your best friend Ani humping his gorgeous cock on the chub gathered on your lower stomach.

You feed him more plums, moaning as he slurps at your fingers and sucks them clean, wrapping his lips around them down to the knuckle. A bright yellow thank you rings out in the force. He’s messy on purpose, letting bits fall out of his mouth onto your tummy, just so he can take another hit off your skin and clean the juice up. He licks long flat stripes up your soft stomach, making sure you're watching as he moans and swallows down every drop.

Anakin’s pupils are twin black holes, and he actually smiles when the teasing gets to be too much to handle and you send out your desire for him to move downwards into the force. His teeth are almost sharp in this lightning, your breaths are shallow and he scrapes them over the top of your mound.

“Smells amazing.” He moans and tries to press a kiss to each little hair he finds. “ ‘s gonna be way better than some fuckin’ plums. Love you so much, Scyva, Nahut..”

Goddess of sorrow, you don’t know how you bring him to his knees.

God of apathy, hated by all but the other part of you, there’s something dark unfurling in you too.

Your half heart skips a beat. It’s probably just the Jawa Juice, you reason, even though Anakin jumps out of speeders more often than not and is so damn reckless he can handle a cup of fermented grains. You yourself feel buzzed, pleasantly tipsy in a way that only enhances the sensation of physical touch.

“You trust me?” Ani asks, long fingers poised to slip into your hole, he won’t give in until you learn to use your words.

No more beating around bush, instead more busting the fuck through that thing.

“You’re the only one I trust.”

The force flares around you, endlessly pleased.

He returns to sucking the juice off your skin as he dips two of his fingers inside at once. Sue him for being impatient, but he’s getting everything he’s ever wanted right now. By what the force is telling him, so are you. You gasp at the little sting, but you let your legs go lax against the sheets, spreading yourself wider for him.

Anakin takes a second to gawk in awe at the view, your wet hole clinging to his fingers as he slowly pumps them deeper into you. You’re both so glad he didn’t beg Dex for more Jawa Juice, there’s no way you can run from this memory forever. He picks up his dry humping, whimpering as his precum falls on your favorite blanket.

He tosses his head back to stare into your eyes and grinds against your tummy like his dick is where his fingers are. You’re nodding, making the cutest little hiccups and tensing your thighs, resisting the urge to squeeze them around his arm. Anakin chuckles as he feeds you the other two fingers, imagine how wide your entrance would stretch around his entire fist.

Your pussy flutters around his fingers and he hunches his back to be able to kiss your clit hello, taking a whiff of that too before suckling. You keen and he takes his mouth off of you, massaging your slick into his golden skin.

He moans and drives his tip further into your plush curves, circling his thumb on your clit until you both tumble over the edge. It’s not a mind shattering orgasm for either of you, too little stimulation and too pliant from the booze, but that’s okay. That won’t be the only time you’ll cum tonight, and this time it’ll feel so good the force rebuilds itself around the two of you, Anakin will do his very best to blame going in raw on intoxication.

That’s what you’ll blame for clawing at his ass and hooking your heels into his back to keep all of him inside of you, like the force itself won’t let him pull out to sleep. You’ll figure out what to do in the morning. But for now, Anakin is grabbing your hand and leading you into the fresher.

The plum tray clatters to the floor.