#Zev veers

[violentbirds]

Anyway I got back into starwars again and this fanfic^ by @jackdaw-kraai has been one of my faves. Vader redemption, found family, BAMF Luke, world building, & humor.

Here’s some illustrations & sketches

[jackdaw-kraai]

THE NOBLE, THE BEAUTIFUL, AND THOSE OF YOU IN THE CHEAP SEATS, LET ME SAY ONE THING

IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK

Anyway, introducing How To Write A Mythos One Tale At A Time, my new one-shot collection work! All kinds of one-shots, snippets, and shorts will find there way here whenever inspirations strikes between writing the bigger installments, so it's got a ? for a chapter indicator, but don't let that put you off. All chapters so far are self-contained and finished.

Either way, here we now have the first chapter! Zev and Tirian meet again at a nebulous time in the future, but there seems to be something of a shift in their relationship. What could it be?

[musewrangler]

To his surprise and pleasure, he found that Paulus was here, and the old man led him to his room and examined the healing wounds with an experienced eye.

“Well met once more, Vinecone,” he said as he assisted Piett to change into a simple tunic to sleep.

“It is indeed, Paulus,” he replied as the old man turned down the blankets. “Are you often here as well as in Rome?”

Paulus smiled at him. “I come here every time the General and his household do. I shall be retiring nearby when I am given my manumission.”

Piett eased himself into the bed and stretched out gratefully, all of his muscles registering their misuse.

“And you, Vinecone? What shall you do now that you have been given your freedom?”

Paulus gathered Piett’s travel dusted clothing and fixed him with a keen gaze, his wrinkled face friendly.

“A question I have been mulling over for some time,” he responded quietly. “If you had asked me several months ago, I would know the answer. But now—-”

The old slave nodded.

“I think you do know the answer,” he said confidently. “Rest well.”

Piett fell asleep to the sound of the sea.

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

The republic was way better than the stupid empire

Dear Zevulon,

Forgive me for calling out your anonymity. I recognize the sullen aura about your messages. Call it ghostly magic if it pleases you. That said, even without any spectral abilities, I could have guessed your identity based on the fact that you sent me this very same transmission at least a dozen times during my lifetime. It is getting old.

I understand that you were a child in the days of the Republic. As such, life was easier for you at the time. This had nothing to do with the governing body at the time, but after discussing your circumstances with a licensed Imperial family therapist, they explained to me that your mind has confounded the two. Furthermore, you have no way of remembering how terrible the circumstances were during the days of the Republic. You are fortunate in that regard.

I, on the other hand, lived through both firsthand and can say with certainty that my standard of living vastly improved under the Empire. You do not know what it was like growing up in an Outer Rim planet plagued by pirates, and you ought to be grateful to the Empire for that fact.

I know that you don't like me. I hope that in time that will change, but for now, I only ask that you attempt to be civil with me. Besides the fact that this message is a flagrant violation of COMPNOR regulations, it isn't grounds for a civil relationship.

And if you do not wish to do that, at the very least, please call your father. He misses you.

Do take care of yourself.

Best regards,

Firmus

[fandomsniper]

quotes, from my drafts , that I forgot to post, again 🎉

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Piett: Call me in five minutes and say that I need to come and get you.

Veers: Level 1 or level 10 emergency.

Piett: Level 10, get me out of here.

Veers: Okay, I'll even start crying, put me on speaker.

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Needa: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?

Veers: The afterlife, I guess.

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Krennic: You left me to die!

Tarkin: I thought you were dead. Congratulations on your survival.

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Some random imperial officer: *insults Jerjerrod not realizing Motti is within earshot*

Some random imperial officer: Why do I hear boss music?

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Jerjerrod: I'm afraid of clowns. There, I said it.

Piett: Tiaan, if you don't like clowns, why are you dating Motti?

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Zev: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just going to unmake to sleep in it anyways?

Veers, not looking up from his datapad: Why should I feed you, if you're just gonna die anyway?

Zev: ...

Zev: I'll go make my bed.

Piett: Your way of parenting scares me.

[madelgard]

Time for our spotlight post on the May the Fourth 2024 entries, hosted by the Seswennan Social Club! All the fics and art linked in this post are rated T and under (with the adult fic entries recapped here). Thanks to everyone who submitted work to the event, and special thanks to @whenfireanddarknesscollide for writing the gorgeous calligraphy for this graphic.

Please be sure to leave a kudos and a comment if you liked the fics, and please reblog the visual art as well to help boost our artists ✨

📝 Fic Entries 📝

Please Pass the Tea by @pianopadawan

Veers/Piett, Luke/Zevulon, 1k+ words, Teen

Piett looked different now, of course. The scar from Endor was too extensive to fade away, the long tendrils coiling around Piett’s jaw and cheeks. That was no surprise. From what Luke had heard, Piett had been standing by the viewport when Crynyd had crashed into the bridge. It was a miracle the Admiral had survived, one that Zev had been very grateful for.

And Them Good Ol' Boys Were Drinking Whiskey and Spying by @klarionthewizard

Veers/Piett, Motti/Jerjerrod, 2k+ words, Teen

Lorth Needa is not predisposed to smugness, in Jerjerrod’s opinion. He is perhaps the only one of their motley crew of old academy roommates, given the general natures of Motti and Veers and on rare occasions, Jerjerrod himself. So it is a noteworthy thing, when Needa approaches Jerjerrod and Motti during the Empire Day celebration with a smug, if small, smile. Motti turns, attention fixing on the anomaly as well. “I won,” Needa says, a rare self satisfied note in his voice.

Empty Celebration by @shards-of-silver

Thrawn/Karyn Faro, 4k+ words, Teen

Fleet Admiral Karyn Faro understood why the Empire still hosted massive Ascension Week festivities. It would be a sign of weakness to pull back on partying after Lothal. To show any restraint amounted to an admission the rebels had dealt them a damaging blow.  For the sake of the regime’s image, the show had to go on.

🎨 Visual Art Entries 🎨

@zeldurz-art / @zeldurz's piece here (click for full image)

@tsukuyomi42 's piece here (click for full image)

⚡Further Links ⚡

The collection on ao3

Roundup post for the adult fic entries

[omoghouls]

Making Zev have like, zero embarrassment about needing/going to pee is very fun- bc/ it's the exact opposite of his prime and proper boyfriend, Emmrich~

Poor Emmrich's cheeks are burning a deep red when he even just hears Zev whining that he needs to pee (Emmrich is like weirdly shy about bladder stuff that or he has a raging piss kink so those whines go straight to his dicjk)

And Emmrich is a stammering mess when Zev just veers off the path (honestly, probably just a couple inches away) and squats down to pee xD

[klarionthewizard]

For the “send the first sentence of a fic” and write more

General Veers had been described as many things - clever, strong, courageous - but none of them felt particularly true in that particular moment.

I love this concept btw!!

so... this ended up being more than five sentences.

General Veers had been described as many things - clever, strong, courageous - but none of them felt particularly true in that particular moment.

"Sir," he manages and he can feel Zevulon's confused gaze boring into his back as he says it. The man in front of him is in civilian clothes, after all, and Veers is a general.

There may be thirty years between when Veers was ten and now and his father might have a lot more grey in his hair and wrinkles on his face, but Veers is no more capable of calling him anything besides sir than he had been back then.

"Who the kark are you?" Zev spits, ignoring him when Veers gives him a look that says 'I know I'm never going to get you to listen about not badmouthing the Empire in public but can you hold your tongue for just this once'.

"Maximilian," says Huntyr Veers with icy, cutting disappointment. "You were always such a soft hearted boy but I had expected better of your parenting than this... laxity."

It's unclear if he means the fact that Zev didn't recognize him, the way that he had spoken "out of turn", or failed to call his grandfather sir. Either way, it takes everything Veers has not to flinch away from that tone in front of his men. In front of his son.

[zeldurz]

hi! If you'd like:

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Catch me writing a bunch of stuff so I have something new to share with you lol

🌤️ - a favourite piece of dialogue from “Like Father Like Son”

“Zevulon,” Jerjerrod said, holding up his datapad to show three different sculptures. “Which of these three pieces is your father’s favourite?”

Zev studied the sculptures - a wooden one of a small creature, a metal one that looked like some sort of star, and a stack of glass blobs. “The wood maybe?”

“Well?” Moustache asked, “Did he get it right?”

“I have no idea,” Jerjerrod said, tucking the datapad away again. “But that’s the whole point. There is a correct answer, and even if I don’t know it and Zevulon doesn’t know it, Thrawn will.”

🌧️ - something angsty, from a yet unnamed fic (that I do think I’ve sent you but)

The room was larger than Zev had been expecting, and a clear effort had been made to make it feel as comfortable as possible, despite the circumstances. The harsh lights of the medical bay had been turned down to something softer, and it was warmer than the cold hospital rooms Zev remembered his mother having - but that didn’t make it less of a hospital room, and it didn’t make his father any less of a patient.

Situated in a nest of blankets, General Veers somehow still managed to look stoic and fully in command of the situation, despite his pale skin and the dark circles under his eyes. Only someone who knew him well could see beyond the mask of Iron Max - the way his anxious fingers toyed with the IV in the back of his hand, the almost imperceptible way he flinched when he shifted his weight… and the way his face lit up when he looked up at his visitors.

[lazerswordweilder]

A fic that lives up to his sunshine personality, and his lethal aspect (also a ‘found’ family father son bond between Luke and Vader, and a lot more good stuff!) is the series ‘Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi’ and is still being updated but already has 6 fics written for it, all of which have very long chapters.

It has a little angst but not a huge amount, it’s got a lot of fluff between Luke and Vader, and there is still lots action! We get POVs from Vader, Luke, Piett, even a little Veers, Zev (Veers son), and presumably some other characters I can’t remember off the top of my head. But we also get to know the option of the entire ship (whether via rumours or their actions), and a look into the culture and options clones/troopers, occasionally the public shows up, and we even get a few snippets of the droids!

But perhaps one of my favourite parts of this fic is its religions and/or the force! Either it creates or uses an already existing religion on Tatooine which is incredibly interesting that Luke (inheriting his fathers rather fucked up genes) has a unique connection to that I won’t say more about as to not spoil it. Luke also doesn’t use the force anywhere like a Jedi or a Sith, and it’s also very interesting seeing Vaders perspective on all this.

This is my second favourite fic of all time, not just Star Wars or Luke and Vader, of. All. Time. In fact when I type archive into safari it is the first result rather than just the default website because I’ve read it so many times. I would 100% recommend reading it.

the thing about luke is he wanted to be good ☝️ he wanted to be gentle and kind ☝️those weren’t innate qualities he had no matter what. when luke acted on his first instinct he was quick-tempered and stubborn. he was whiny and immature and impulsive and had a lot of anger in him. he grew up in the galaxy’s darkest hour under two blazing suns & witnessed untold violence. nothing about his life was easy or coddling or guaranteed to make him kind. but he wanted to be good and kind and gentle ☝️so when it came down to it and he needed to make impossible choices he chose love & goodness & forgiveness. ok. it wasn’t easy he wanted to die and he nearly fell to the dark side so so many times but he chose good ☝️like i can’t read another post/meta/fic that takes positivity & gentleness as his basic traits nothing else to it. we saw him struggle to chose those for three movies!!

[musewrangler]

“Zev was captured two days ago,” Piett said in the clinical voice he used on the bridge with Ozzel. “ISB has him. As Captain of the Lady, I have been informed for obvious reasons. He is a known associate of Skywalker and Organa, and as such, they are keen to get information.”

The room felt suffocating.

Veers couldn’t breathe, and wanted to be sick at the same time.

It was true he and Zev had parted ways sharply and painfully over the Empire and the Rebellion his son had turned to. That had been five years ago. While Veers saw the flaws that Zev did, he felt he could do the most good from within.

Zevulon, glowing with the passion of youth, had disagreed firmly. The Empire and everything— everyone —-within it was corrupt past saving. He’d said some very excruciating things to the General. Things that still hurt Veers to think of.

But in this moment—-all he could see were large green eyes in the face of a little boy pleading with him to bring back his mother.

[tisajest]

you are always welcome to send me recs on either one of these accounts of mine, just fyi. and thank you for the han/anakin fic too~

Awww thanks! ❤️

I'll leave you with these few fics if you're interested.

This is a very silly, very cute cat!boy Anakin series. The first fic is Obi-Wan having to deal with his young padawan and the second one is an oc stormtrooper pov on a suspiciously cat-like Vader. Both very fun and adorable, both very platonic (though the stormtrooper does basically worship Vader).

If you enjoy getting a little spooked, these two are some of my favorites. Maybe I'm showing my hand in how little horror I consume in general, but these authors genuinely succeeded in making goosebumps run up my arm. The first is a haunted house adventure and the second is Obi-Wan visiting his old childhood home.

This one is just good fun and banter among friends, it's brilliant in its simplicity and I adore that about it. If you enjoy Mara Jade at all, it's a good read. Hell, even if you don't and just enjoy some Han and Luke ribbing, it's a good read.

This one is a/b/o so if you're not into that, maybe skip this, but it's nothing sexual. It's basically Luke/Zev's daughter getting found by her 2 grandparents (Veers and Vader) and it's all Veers pov. It's good fun if you enjoy some outsider pov on Vader's Vaderness and his relationship with Luke.

This one is a Boba/Vader fic from Boba's pov that starts with Boba pining and ends in them becoming fuck buddies of sorts. Not sure if you're into that, but it's really well-written and builds them up in a way that is pretty believable for the characters.

This one has a special place in my heart because I'm a firm believer in Han and Anakin being friends had things not gone like That. It basically centers on Luke and Han finding Vader's chambers. It's Han pov and he's very empathetic to Luke and, to a degree, Vader. Really well written and just amazing characterization for all involved.

And lastly, here's one of my favorite Anidala fics. It stars middle-aged Anidala renewing their vows and it's just so lovely to me, very cute characterizations and just the concept of middle-aged Anidala is so precious to me.

Hope at least one of these appeals to you!

[jackdaw-kraai]

I'M BACK BITCHES

Join me as we watch Zev learn that life isn't fucking fair and a break doesn't mean a vacation, Vader still being the funniest bitch around, and me explaining why, exactly, I'm not dead.

It's gonna be fun!

Kofi | Patreon

[zeldurz]

Since I was tagged by both @alex-dax and @klarionthewizard, here’s a bunch of sentences (I didn’t count them lol)

“Are you sure we can’t persuade you to change this speech?” Moustache asked Jerjerrod, crossing his arms over his chest. “This one just doesn’t have the same pizzazz.”

“Have you ever actually met General Veers?” Motti asked, arching an eyebrow. “He’s practically the opposite of ‘pizzazz.’”

“It spends far too much time honouring those who fought and not nearly enough time talking about crushing the Rebellion,” Shorty added. “It’s hardly going to inspire the masses to join up to serve the Empire.”

“I don’t see why we need to be inspiring anyone if there’s a draft,” Zev muttered under his breath.

“Watch your language, Cadet,” Moustache growled. “I’d hate to be reporting you to ISB…”

“Oh I’m sure you would,” Zev replied, “because then you’d lose your puppet. But two people already saw through your ruse, and anyone who knows anything about my father will immediately know he wouldn’t say this shit.”

“He does have a point,” Blue Eyes, the COMPNOR officer primarily responsible for coaching Zev on his cadence and accent, pointed out. “If you actually listened to any of the General’s speeches, you’d know he isn’t the sort to use superfluous language or gratuitous exaggerations.”

“Well yes, but-“

“General Veers wrote this speech,” Jerjerrod interrupted, waving his datapad to emphasize his point, “while high on morphine and coming off anaesthesia, and it still sounds better than the one you had Zevulon give last night. With the missing words and the tangents, even.”

“I assume you cut out the tirade about Colonel Starck?” Zev asked, smirking.

“And the bit about Denonian Floral arrangements,” Jerjerrod replied. “It was poetic, but rather irrelevant, unfortunately.”

I don’t know who all has been tagged lately so if you see this and you have a wip please share :)

Heads Up Seven Up

Thanks @gracehosborn for the tag!

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

From The Secret Portal Part Two:

Dr. Asghar sighed, looked at her watch. “It’s about time for everyone to get up. Go wait in the dining hall for Hye-Jin.” “Hye-Jin?” I repeated. “I never mentioned our plans to eat breakfast today.” “We’re a lot more alike than we initially thought,” Dr. Asghar mused. Confused, I slowly left the lab and headed down the hall to the elevator.

Hehehe this makes more sense in context but some may be able to figure it out

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[coralnoodle]

Happy Star Wars Gen Exchange! My giftee was @marajadey!!

Hope you like it!! :) <3

[tagandtaylor]

Imperial Family Drama

as we all know, Star Wars is basically just the Skywalkers messing up the galaxy with their family drama

we all know that Skywalker Stories ™ are infamous throughout the galaxy, whether they’re talking about Luke’s near-death tendencies, or Vader’s dramatic flare, or Leia’s fear-inducing stature

but a lesser known fact is that the Veers family is JUST AS BAD

General Veers (yes, the imperial general that killed a thousand rebels on Hoth, do keep up) has a rebel son. His wife died when he was working and he couldn’t stop it, and likely blames himself for her death. Because of this, he grew even more faithful to the Empire, though he loathed nepotism and many of the officers around him (except Piett, because that poor man is just exhaustion and stress personified)

On the Wookieepedia page, it says that his son, Zev, is his eldest born child. So I thought, gee, I wonder who the younger one was. Then, of course, I came up with this

Eliana ‘Ellie’ Veers, named after her mother, is a lesbian coffee monger with zero patience and no fucks to give. When alone in a room with her Imperial father and Rebel brother, she would most likely slap the two over the head and demand they get their acts together because she wants them to meet her girlfriend and poor Mara has NO NEED to listen to their annoying family drama

At the same time, though, she’s kind of the glue keeping her family together

She secretly talks to Zev when their father isn’t around, and will always listen to what he has to say. She knows where all the rebel bases are, and is aware of every bit of drama and gossip between the rebels. Vader was never able to track down Skywalker, but she could do it in a minute if she bothered to put her mind to it

That being said

She’s an Imperial

She thinks that some of the concepts and things surrounding the empire (slavery, inequality, etc) are awful, but believes that if made right, the Empire could bring peace to the galaxy. She’s not too politically active, and isn’t nearly as fear-inducing as Leia, but she Will Slap A Bitch if they hurt her family and friends

So the Veers family is like the Skywalkers, but without space magic

And don’t even get me STARTED on Piett’s family

Admiral Piett’s family is pretty much never spoken about in the Star Wars fandom, and because of this, my sick demented mind has come up with a few glorious headcanons: firstly, he has a sister who lives on Axxila and basically is like… not falling for his Nonsense

“I don’t care about your little ‘job’, Firmus, tell your idiot boss that if he chokes you, he’ll have me to answer to. I must give thanks where they are due, after all.” “Awfully rude of you to assume I have time for your self-destructive tendencies, brother dear. Go to bed, please, it’s far too late for you to test my patience.” “Do keep your little Imperial views to yourself, darling, some of us are above that.”

And his sister has three children. One daughter (Kaylinea Firma Piett, 27 years old) and two twin sons (Drafan and Jafan Piett, 8 years old)

Piett both loathes and loves being around said children, because when Skywalker is mentioned to Kaylinea, the girl merely shrugs and says, ‘I would hit that.’ Needless to say, he’s quite thankful that Lord Vader has never met his family

and that’s not all

His nephews are O B S E S S E D with Luke Skywalker

OBSESSED

They have toy X-Wings

They play Jedi

They made themselves mini lightsabers

It’s adorable

But quite frankly

If he gets ONE MORE EMAIL from his darling nephews asking if he’d just catch Skywalker already so they could meet him, his head might explode. 

It’s bad enough to have Vader pressuring him

And the entire Imperial Navy following his lead

He didn’t want or need a couple wide eyed identical eight year olds begging if they could meet a g-ddamn terrorist

No thank you!

But of course, when there’s a spy on the Executor, Lord Vader has to personally go through every. single. email. account. 

So Darth Vader

The second in command of the kriffing galaxy

Reads Piett’s emails to his nephews explaining why idolizing terrorists is  a Bit Not Good

Between worrying for the (nonexistent) safety of his job and the thought that his 8 year old nephews could now, technically, be considered rebel sympathizers, Piett marvels at the fact that reading his nephews’ emails seemed to cheer Vader up

So while Piett was having a mental breakdown

Vader was enjoying the fact that Luke wasn’t even acknowledged as an Imperial Prince and there were children idolizing him

And Veers

ah. Veers!

Veers was sitting in the corner, laughing his goddamn head off because thank the GODS his children weren’t involved with Skywalker in any regard

(They were. Zev and Luke were very close friends {or more, wink wink nudge nudge} and Ellie had met Luke once, too, when she rendezvoused with her brother on her birthday. Ellie had a selfie with Luke, and he even let her swish his lightsaber around.)