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tremendouskoalachild · 2 years ago

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Jedi Survivor bingo!

decided to make my own, inspired by this post. went with all different options, except for the ponchos for obvious reasons. they're a combination of things i think will happen, things i want to happen, things i desperately don't want to happen and random wildcards. elaboration under the cut :)

merrical kiss - pretty sure this one is not 100% confirmed, but it feels like a safe choice. unless multiple devs and writers have been lying to us that is

imperial deserter - type of storyline unexplored by the first game, maaaybe set up by the tie-in book?

greez kidnapped - guy still has gambling debts as per the book and i think it would be funny, as well as a rescue mission serving as a cool inversion of the arena escape in fo

trilla mention - they fucking better

cere leaves - from the book and trailers it kinda seems like that might be a direction they're going with her story. could be an impactful ending (other than her straight up dying)

coruscant mission endgame - going to the imperial capital reminds me of the nur mission in the ballsiness department. at the very least i doubt that part will be replayable

ninth sister return - my girl got dropped off a tree and we never saw the body. i have a good feeling about this one

new eno message - maybe something triggers bd's memory banks, idk

merrin makes a friend - she deserves it and so do i

cal dead - yeah 99% not gonna happen but what's a bingo card without batshit options. i live on the edge

reference to obiwan show - takes place at the same-ish time and the show ripped off was inspired by the first game's ending. maybe a mention of why vader's too busy for us?

merrin-centric mission - she deserves it and so do i

ponchos - free space basically. there's no way they don't give us ponchos (right??)

ilyana mention - she's only mentioned in a couple voice lines so idk. but if they're going for the merrical romance then i could see merrin talking to cal in a cutscene

take back mantis mission - could be cool. maybe the ship gets stolen by pirates or taken by the empire idk. fun gameplay potential

bounty hunter nemesis - we've had inquisitors as recurring antagonists. maybe set up by the book

jaro flashback - feels safe. probably not the traumatic survivor's guilt visions from the first game though

alderaan - not extremely likely but i love visiting in swtor and obviously it is not an option in a lot of the timeline. it's a beautiful planet and the first game was so great with exploring pretty environments

dathomir discussion - merrin development please. also the planet's cool by itself. we kinda killed everyone in fo so what's up now

new inquisitor - i always want new cringefail darksiders. but it seems the second game is moving away from that so idk

section without bd - feels safe just for the gameplay variety. but maybe they won't wanna retread the arena mission from fo

koboh is done - having a safe haven under the empire can't last long

the crew gets along - i can hope right

greez gets a new hobby - i love the plants but is the garden gonna be enough for our recovering gambling addict? can we make collectibles out of recipe ingredients?

cere discusses the jedi - seems important to her story. hoping for a cere/merrin cutscene or several gameplay scenes

#jedi survivor

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gaealynn · 8 years ago

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All this talk (like, a week ago, which is.. forever ago on tumblr) of how much Anakin would like a little BDSM has gotten me thinking.

I propose -- an Obi-Wan who indulges one of Anakin’s tantrums and is startled to find that he, ah, doesn’t quite mind letting Anakin tie him up and dote on him; and an Anakin who is over the moon at being allowed to do so.

(Warning: Features an unreliable Drama Queen as a narrator and poor Obi-Wan failing to avoid eating Anakin’s cooking)

The first time it happens, it’s just Obi-Wan indulging Anakin. They’re both tired, stressed, and overworked -- not to mention, frustrated at being grounded due to ‘administrative matters’ when they should be with their men in the field. Anakin in particular is having a hard time of it, having taken several heavy losses recently; Padme isn’t even on Coruscant just then, which means he‘s trapped in the Temple without anyone to re-direct his frustrated protective instincts towards.

.. except Obi-Wan.

Who is, Anakin is realizing with some horror, not good at taking care of himself. He’s… pretty sure it wasn’t this bad when he was still Obi-Wan’s padawan? … but, truth be told, even before being Knighted, he hadn’t spent much of their rare time on Coruscant in the Temple -- he had Padme to see! So he’s… he’s just not sure how long this has been going on.

The problem is this: they’ve been back in the Temple for two days, and he’s not sure Obi-Wan has actually eaten a full meal - he keeps putting plates into Obi-Wan’s hands, assuming everything is good, only to later find said plate abandoned on a side table, scarcely a few bites missing. And if Obi-Wan has slept more than a handful of hours since they touched down, Anakin will eat his own utility belt - instead, Obi-Wan has had upwards of fourteen hours in meetings, taught several classes, and, apparently, almost caught up on a backlog of Council paperwork.

It’s -- not okay. And nobody else seems to care. This is Anakin’s Master, one of the greatest -- probably the greatest -- Jedi in the Order, and apparently it’s just okay with everyone else that he’s working himself to death, walking around looking like barely warmed bantha poodoo, as if nobody else can take care of all of these stupid little details, like paperwork could ever possibly matter more than his Master???

He tries to settle it reasonably. Really!

“Obi-Wan-- don’t you think you ought to use this time in the Temple to rest up? Before we get sent back out?” He asks that night, carefully calm, when Obi-Wan finally returns to their quarters. Obi-Wan is reading a padd even as he walks in, and doesn’t seem to notice Anakin steering him firmly toward the kitchen table, where a very full plate is waiting for him.

“Hm? Oh, of course, Anakin, yes, of course,” Obi-Wan answers absently, padd still in hand. It’s hard to tell in the dim evening light, but Anakin thinks there are extra lines at the corner of his yes, and is his skin looking grey? Even his hair seems kind of dull, not so much flopping as wilting forward into his face as he sits, like it doesn’t even have the energy to stay in place.

It’s awful.

“So you’re going to take tomorrow off, right?” He presses, anxiety spiking. Obi-Wan needs to rest up while they can -- he can’t go back out into the field like this. Anakin can’t believe Obi-Wan is being like this! It’s so irresponsible. Doesn’t Obi-Wan know that’s how stupid mistakes happen? Doesn’t Obi-Wan know that Anakin needs him to stay safe??

“Hm?” Still focused on the padd.

“Tomorrow! You’re going to take off, right?”

“-- tomorrow? I suppose I…” Obi-Wan finally looks up from the padd and trails off, seemingly perplexed to find himself in the kitchen. He seems even more perplexed by the plate in front of him, setting down the padd to pick up a fork and poke hesitantly at Anakin’s offering. “... er. This is rather a lot of… ah. What is it exactly?”

“It’s a Tatooine specialty! My-- I used to have it a lot. As a kid.” Anakin settles back into his own seat, satisfied; ‘I suppose’ is enough, for now. He scoops up a generous forkful and shovels it into his mouth, chewing happily; a little crunch, just like he remembers!

“... ah.” Across the table, Obi-Wan sighs heavily before lifting a forkful to his mouth slowly. Anakin is totally right; Obi-Wan needs a break.

So of course Anakin catches Obi-Wan trying to sneak out before dawn the following morning.

“What the -- Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks, sleepy and befuddled, when Anakin pops into his path, triumph mixing with vicious frustration as he notes that Obi-Wan has put his robes on incorrectly -- the middle tunic is crossed right over left instead of left over right! If there has ever been a clearer sign of an impending breakdown, Anakin doesn’t know it. “What are you--?!!?”

It really isn’t quite fair -- even taken off guard and not firing on all cylinders, Obi-Wan puts up a decent amount of resistance. But Anakin has him at a significant disadvantage -- namely, that he’s not on the verge of an exhaustion induced collapse, so it’s only takes a few moments of confused manhandling before Anakin manages to herd him back into his room and tip him forward onto the bed.

“Anakin--!”

Sithspit, his Master really is contrary. Anakin dodges an elbow, struggling to maintain his perch on Obi-Wan’s back as the other man twists, and wonders what the hell he’s supposed to do now. Excellent planning as usual, Skywalker, he thinks bitterly, and then -- spots it. One of Obi-Wan’s date-jime sashes, thrown carelessly, and uncharacteristically, on top of the low bookshelf by the bed.

A Force tug puts into his hands, and it’s only a few moments of work to wrestle Obi-Wan’s hands up; a few quick loops and two hasty knots are all he has time to manage before Obi-Wan finally throws him off. Still, from his new spot at the foot of the bed, he can’t help the triumphant grin as Obi-Wan goes to sit up and-- can’t.

“-- what--?” Obi-Wan twists onto his back, but his arms are, perforce, still stretched above his head, wrists wrapped together and secured to the headboard. He looks irate, tilting his head back to examine what Anakin has done and tugging at his wrists experimentally, before dropping his gaze back to Anakin, face thunderous.

“You said you were going to take the day off!” Anakin blurts in panic, before his Master can even demand an explanation. Obi-Wan’s mouth is already open to deliver what Anakin is sure would have been a blistering reprimand; but, at this, Obi-Wan pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly above bright blue eyes, outraged Force presence sliding into confusion.

“-- and -- you really need-- to-- … take it easy?” Anakin offers, hesitantly. Obi-Wan’s lips thin, and Anakin quails slightly, despite himself. But he-- he needs Obi-Wan to agree. He can’t deal with Obi-Wan going back out into the field like this. What if something happens? What if-- “Master--” He manages, throat tight, and Obi-Wan, abruptly, tries to sit up again, only to be caught short by the sash, as though he’d forgotten it was there. His lips press together again, bloodless, and Anakin hunches in on himself slightly without meaning to, shoulders rising up around his ears as he realizes how badly he’s fucked this up, gaze dropping to the comforter.

“-- so you decided to tie me to the bed?” His Master demands, after a few moments, polished voice just slightly incredulous, and Anakin’s shoulders hitch up a little further.

“... yes? I mean, I didn’t -- decide, exactly? It was just there! And-- at least you don’t can’t be expected to do any paperwork this way. Right?” Right? Even Obi-Wan can’t actually want to do paperwork… can he?

“Anakin… somebody has to--”

“But does it have to be you?!” Anakin demands, furious, and looks up to find Obi-Wan regarding him steadily. “You already do everything -- you’re on the front, and the Council, and they’re always sending you off on the worst missions -- can’t they do some of their own work?!”

Obi-Wan is still staring at Anakin like he’s a puzzle that Obi-Wan can’t quite figure out; which is stupid, because Obi-Wan is the smartest person that Anakin knows, and anyway, there isn’t anything to figure out -- Anakin just wants Obi-Wan to take the day off. Anakin frowns and drops his gaze back to the comforter, pushing down a peak of cresting unhappiness, and picks at a free thread. Maybe he will go to Padme’s, after all, even though she’s not there; Obi-Wan probably isn’t going to want Anakin around after he’s done yelling at him.

A sudden huff of laughter takes Anakin by surprise, a sudden, sharp spike of amusement spilling out through the Force. and he looks up in time to see Obi-Wan collapse back onto the bed, eyes cast toward the ceiling in apparent incredulity.

“... Master?” Anakin asks cautiously, confused.

“What?” Obi-Wan asks; he sounds irritated and amused, a combination with which Anakin is unfortunately familiar. Better than angry, but...

“... what are you doing?” Anakin can’t help but ask, and Obi-Wan snorts out a short laugh, sounding, impossibly, fond.

“What does it look like, my young padawn? Nothing.” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes at the ceiling, then shakes his bound wrists and cranes his head to give Anakin a significant look. “After all, I’m all. tied. up.”

Oh.

“... I do trust that you had a plan, Anakin, when you decided that I needed to take the day off?”

Oh!

“Yes, Master! I mean-- yes, I did! I do!” Anakin assures, hastily, sliding off the bed and edging toward the bedroom door quickly; he can feel the disbelieving smile spreading over his face, and he doesn’t want a lecture. He’s got breakfast to make!

Anakin spends all day hand feeding Obi-Wan tea and treats and is over the moon. Obi-Wan takes it all with a long-suffering, slightly amused air; though it’s obvious that he’s actually quite touched when Anakin brings in the tray of carefully brewed, small cups of specialty tea samples that he’d been saving for Obi-Wan’s next Name Day, eyes going momentarily wide before directing an astonished, uncomplicated smile up at Anakin that, honestly, leaves Anakin a little shaky. It’s just -- been a while since Obi-Wan looked like that, much less at Anakin.

Later, Anakin finds one of Obi-Wan’s terrifically boring treatises and reads it to him, perched carefully next to Obi-Wan on the bed. He unties Obi-Wan’s wrists after Obi-Wan falls asleep (it doesn’t take long; Anakin isn’t sure if it’s sleep deprivation or the treatise -- it really is just that boring) but Anakin might, possibly, spend the next few hours watching him sleep, happy and grounded in a way he hasn’t been in a long time.

Obi-Wan looks better than he has in months when he slowly wakes a few hours later, hazy and blurred but happy through the Force, directing a soft smile up at Anakin like he’s not surprised at all to find him still there, like he’s glad Anakin is still there, the ease of it all so unexpected that Anakin smiles back without meaning to, without censoring it, and it’s too happy, too affectionate, too attached and he knows Obi-Wan is going to chide him, knows he shouldn’t, but...

Obi-Wan doesn’t. Doesn’t frown, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even seem to realize that Anakin has done anything wrong at all. Just continues to smile softly, thoughts still buzzing in muted, sleepy contentment, and rolls a little, tucking himself against Anakin’s side, eyes drifting closed again slowly.

(and it becomes a habit, something they don’t exactly discuss, but sometimes...)

#sw #obikin #my fic #bd obiwan

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coggedcorset · 5 years ago

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“This is Fish to base, we lost the generals. The ship is under fire and they were thrown in the chaos. We are carrying wounded and cannot risk going back for them.” the commander snarled, the idea of leaving them behind was tearing him up, but he knew Trowa would never forgive him if they lost their men for him.

“Copy that Commander.” Obiwan switched channels. “Trowa, come in.” Nothing. “Cal, do you copy”

“I’m here general.” A sigh of relief slipped out. “We’re alive, Trowa’s out, but alive.”

“We’re sending a transport to you pick you up, keep your locator on. Do what you can to keep Trowa from freezing.”

“Copy that.” Cal quickly pulled his poncho over his head and began wrapping it around his unconscious lover. BD-1 perched on him, watching carefully. “Bet he’ll never make fun of my ponchos again.” BD-1 whistled and beeped. “Yeah, he probably will.”

The force screamed to him, and in a flash, Cal ignited his lightsaber, barely blocking the shot at his back. His eyes searched the blinding snow for the source. The faintest outline of a figure dropped into the snow, Cal could make out the shiny black armour and his heart stopped for a moment.

“Cal, what’s happening? Are you alright?” he heard Kenobi calling from his commlink, but he couldn’t move. Then a red light through the snow as the figure ignited their own lightsaber.

“O’malley.” Cal whispered, trying not to let his fear get the better of him. He had to protect Trowa, he just had to hold out long enough for the drop ship. He let out a shuddering breath and unlinked his sabers.

SOOOOO here’s a text dumb (more of a text dumb)

i love cal kestis (and cameron monaghan) sooooo of course i wanted to ship him with one of mine, and trowa worked perfect for me.

This is also an AU where anakin didn’t fall, padme didn’t die, the jedi weren’t wiped out and most of the clones have their chips removed after order 66. The jedi and clones are all hiding on an unmarked planet and are a resistance. Obiwan, anakin, cody and trowa are the generals of this resistance. Trowa is one of the main operatives of the resistance and he and his crew have made a name for themselves through the rebellions across the galaxy. Trowa’s crew is his unit, the heavyarms company, they are his family and he is theirs.

O’malley was my jedi healer, Kalla’s commander, but he went nuts and is basically Vader and grevious combined. Not force-sensitive, but highly trained with lightsabers and also mostly machine.

He and cal met during the war and cal kinda had a crush but he didn’t know what it was. Reuniting later and they both realize the feelings and such.

Also 5 of the 13th iron battalion survived and join cal on the mantis, eventually cal and the irons join the heavyarms company.

This pic is set 2 years after the events of fallen order. also cal’s outfit is based on concept art of cal. I like the look better lol.

#my art #trowa barton #cal kestis #star wars #star wars AU #BD-1

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