#bled kyber crystal

[inquisitor-apologist]

Yeah guys, the visual for Sol’s Crystal turning red and the blade slowly changing WAS very cool and done well. But that’s not how you bleed a kyber crystal.

You can’t do it in the heat of the moment. You can’t do it without knowing it.

Kyber crystals are semi-sentient beings. They choose their wielders and they resist being turned to the Dark. In order to force one to the dark side, you need to break it, put it through so much pain and suffering and trauma that even if it’s eventually healed, it will never return to its original color.

It will scream and resist every step of the way. A darksider will be given up to three highly symbolic force visions essentially begging them not to do this extremely fucked up and evil thing, not to torture a living, feeling being for their own power.

In order to do it, you need to know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and how you’re going to do it. You have to meditate with it, completely defenseless because you can’t use the blade while you’re bleeding it (would break your concentration) and it’s nowhere near instantaneous.

If they wanted to have a cool moment to show Osha turning to evil, just make her eyes turn yellow, which is honestly a more well-know evil transformation imo (this is the first time we’ve actually seen a Kyber being bled in live action while Anakin’s eyes turning yellow is an iconic shot). Don’t ruin one of the coolest bits of Star Wars lore.

[charmwasjess]

I always assumed the deal with Count Gora hating Dooku for being Force sensitive went back to the ancient Sith occupation of Serenno, his own house being tainted by association with the very people his family allegedly defeated.

But I was rereading the cursed book and the opening scene where Jenza is robbed, she's specifically going on about how she doesn't care about the money, but she really needs back this special crystal that belonged to her grandmother? And her mother is gonna kill her if she loses it?

How much funnier is it if Gora hated Force sensitives because of a very annoying ex-Jedi mother-in-law??

[icwasher]

Here's a scene from a fantasy version of Star Wars, explaining lightsabers.

“How does it work?” asked Ezra, staring at the brilliant shaft of blue light that emanated from the shining hilt of Kanan’s saber. He could hear it as well as see it; a faint hum surrounded it, like all the energy it held was struggling to keep itself inside. Ezra leaned closer, and the humming intensified. It was almost like a song, multiple parts overlapping with one another to form a beautifully dissonant harmony. He found he liked the sound.

Kanan’s gloved hand pressed the switch on the metal hilt and the saber retracted, the blue glow that it had caused to surround the cabin disappearing along with it. Ezra peered closely at the gap in the hilt—it was fairly shallow. He didn’t know how that shaft of light could have appeared from inside of it. “Is it magic?” he asked, though he doubted there was any scientific way that lightsaber could have appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“It uses the Force,” corrected Kanan, setting the hilt on his lap. “Remember to call it that—it’s disrespectful if you don’t.”

His voice made the issue sound dire, so Ezra didn’t respond with the scathing remark that wanted to spill from his tongue. Instead, he criss-crossed his legs and leaned against the wall, settling comfortably onto the top of Kanan’s bed. He figured whatever explanation Kanan had in store was going to be a long one—they tended to go that way, and though Ezra was fascinated by ma—the Force—Kanan’s explanations could get wearisome.

“How does it use the Force?” he asked.

Fiddling with one of the knobs on the hilt—Ezra made a mental note to ask what they did at another time—Kanan said, “It’s powered by the Force. A lightsaber is a cache of pure energy. That’s what gives it its glow. And if you were to take apart the hilt, which I will not be demonstrating at this time—” Ezra offered up some mock disappointment— “you would find a crystal nestled inside.”

Kanan reached for his bedside table, where a little book sat. As Kanan flipped through the pages, Ezra caught a glimpse of several illustrations of people holding lightsabers in various poses. Was this some sort of Jedi textbook, then? Ezra was about to ask when Kanan stopped flipping the pages and began to speak once more. “They’re called kyber,” he said, turning the book so Ezra could see the illustration on the well-worn pages. “It means imbued or filled in the ancient tongue.” He let Ezra look at the picture of the glowing blue crystal a moment longer, then set the book back on the bedside table. “We call them that because they have been imbued with the Force—so much so that if given the right push, they could explode in a surge of magical energy so powerful that it would be catastrophic for anyone within a five-mile radius.”

Ezra gulped. And to think that something holding that much danger resided in the saber on Kanan’s lap. He tried not to imagine what would happen if that crystal exploded. 

Kanan must have sensed Ezra’s discomfort—an ability of the Force Ezra was sure he’d never get used to—and laughed. “Don’t worry. Once a piece of kyber is bonded to a Jedi, it cannot explode like that, even if the Jedi were to ask it to.”

That comforted Ezra a bit.

[mrfandomwars]

I still like the headcanon that the "Darksaber" used to have a white blade but then it got corrupted by the users after being stolen.

And the GIFs above it helps show it

At first it's transparent with a black outline, but then it turns all black with a "white" outline

Star Wars: Rebels | “Trials of the Darksaber”

Legend tells that it was created over a thousand years ago by Tarre Vizsla, the first Mandalorian ever inducted into the Jedi Order.

[redshoes-blues]

The way that Osha bled the kyber crystal of her Jedi master after choking him to death. The weapon he used to kill her mother with. Omfg. The symbolism there is absolutely crazy. And can we talk about how phenomenal the visual was?! The kyber bleeding was cool as hell, but the LIGHT SABER?! That was insane

[samui-desu]

"Since kyber crystals are naturally attuned to the light side of the Force, those who serve the dark side must follow a different path. First, they must seize a pure crystal from the lightsaber of a Jedi they have vanquished in combat—for the saber of a Sith is not given. It is taken. Then, they must infuse that crystal with their pain, anger, and hatred, bending it to their will. This corrupts the crystal, aligning it with the dark side and making it bleed with unbridled crimson power. The bleeding process can yield unpredictable results. Some crystals shatter, making their energies unstable and unpredictable. Others resist their realignment, refusing to be bent toward the darkness. Once a crystal has been properly bled, the primal power it releases becomes not only a deadly instrument in the hands of a Sith Lord, but a symbol of their true strength in the dark side." Darth Sidious

[highfantasy-soul]

So my friend saw a meme about Osha's saber turning red so quickly despite Anakin's remaining blue all through killing the younglings, choking Padme, and fighting Obi-Wan and as I talked through it with him, the more I realized why the prequels never showed Anakin with a red saber.

To keep with canon, Luke gets Anakin's old saber and the kyber is BLUE not red. The writers probably didn't want to open another canon of worms by then having to retroactively explain 'so Vader's red saber isn't his original red saber and Obi-Wan somehow purified the kyber and made it blue again for Luke' rather than just....not doing that and having the saber remain blue

A red lightsaber on Mustafar? Visiually would have been a terrible choice for that battle, so blue it remained

Vader bleeding his crystal deserves its own story - just like Osha bleeding hers had it's own story. I really liked the comic where Vader bleeds his crystal [not giving more detail as spoilers in case everyone hasn't read the comics - and if you haven't, I really recommend Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith, it's only a 4 volume run and I thought it was great]

Anakin had a LOT going on through that entire movie - it wasn't a situation where he'd been repressing his emotions for so long and then was able to point to a singular cause of so much of his pain - his trauma was spread out so it makes sense that one singular act wouldn't be focused enough to bleed his crystal right then and there - Osha, on the other hand, had the singular cause of so many of her emotions right there in that courtyard, and the one who fostered her unjust hate toward her sister is standing right there revealing the truth.

Maybe there is a whole thing where the kyber has to be exposed, not fully in a lightsaber, in order to properly bleed it - in Jedi: Survivor [spoilers] Dagan pulled his crystal out with the force and bled it right in front of us (just as quickly as Osha, I might add), in the comics, Vader holds the crystal and bleeds it, and in The Acolyte, the saber is busted to the point where the crystal was literally touching Osha's hand - as Anakin is a little busy at the moment, he didn't really take the time to take apart his saber to bleed the crystal in the moment.

So idk, people complaining that 'so sabers are like mood rings now and just change that quickly? Guess Anakin wasn't actually all that upset at the end of episode 3!!' just seem so silly to me.

The entirety of The Acolyte's story was Osha dealing with her emotions she had been repressing for 16 years - and the reveal that what she thought was true (which led to the emotions she was told she needed to repress) had always been a lie. The bleeding of her crystal wasn't a quick, easy thing, it took literally the whole season to build up to that point.

And the aftermath when she's collapsed on the ground shaking - holy hell, I love when intense emotions are shown in 'unconventional' ways. Not all of us feel intense emotions and show it through huge, loud, and expansive displays. Some of us collapse in on ourselves and experience it in 'quieter' ways that are still just as intense as screaming.

Anyways, The Acolyte is really good.

[meandmythoughts210]

The oppressive heat perforated each lungful of hateful, poisonous air. It choked him as he gazed at the figure before him. The magma of Mustafar churned around them, the waves of impenetrable heat rising off the rivers of molten rock adding to the already disconcerting scene.

Anakin, the man–boy–he had thought he knew as he knew himself, was made a stranger by an unfathomable well of hatred, hurt, sorrow. He began to pace along the bank of the molten river, lightsaber in hand.

“You failed, Obi-Wan,” he said in a flat, unaffected tone, “this is your great dereliction.”

“I know.” he swallowed, struggling to speak past the knot of guilt in his throat.

  “I know, I left you here. I–”

Anakin laughed, a bitter sound that echoed unnaturally off the rocks around them. That was not the laugh of his Padawaan, of his brother. He didn’t know this person.

“Your failure came long before our meeting on this hellish planet. For all your wisdom, all your calculations, all your devotion to the Force, you could not see beyond your own nose.”

The hem of his cloak, brought too close to the river of lava, burst into flame. It engulfed him as his quiet bitterness turned into fury.

“I have been a slave all my life. To Wato, to the Jedi, to The Emperor. The Chancellor,” he sneered, “groomed me for years. He made me his perfect puppet. Why didn’t you sense it? Why didn’t you suspect? Why didn’t you intervene?”

The flame was searing his flesh, a foul stench filling the air. They danced around his head, crowning him with his own destruction. As he lurched forward, he ignited his lightsaber, the blue Kyber crystal having been bled to a bloody crimson. 

“You could have saved me long before this night, Obi-Wan!” he raged. The shadows cast by his fiery halo bent and stretched, making him appear larger.

“This is your doing Obi-Wan! Look at me! Look at me, see what you have made! LOOK AT ME!”

Obi-Wan forced himself to look into the creature's eyes. His stomach clenched as he looked into them. The man was well and truly gone; an animal’s tawny iris, ringed with a wreath of hateful scarlet, looked back at him.

Sorrow like he had never known flooded his heart. He had no defense against the accusations laid before him. They were the same rebukes he had whispered to himself in the lonely hours of the night, as he pleaded with the Force or whatever power was there to allow him to fix it, somehow. 

Anakin's skin was rapidly melting away, dripping absurdly to the ground like the wax of a forgotten candle. Fire seeped through him until there was nothing but charred bones and his robotic prosthetics left. The thing that used to be Anakin continued to advance, swinging it’s lightsaber so that sparks lept from the rocks in front of it as it walked. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He couldn’t speak past the tears that threatened to burst their dam the more he opened his mouth. He took half a step back from the skeleton as it came closer. He wanted to run, but his feet felt as if they were fused to the ground. 

“Your sorrow means nothing,” it said. It plunged its crackling lightsaber into his chest, burying it to the hilt.

He sat up, gasping for air. His chest heaved as his heart thundered inside its cavern, desperately attempting to regulate itself. His lightsaber was in his hand, his thumb on the button, ready to ignite the cerulean blade. 

“A dream,” he told himself, “nothing more than a dream.” It didn’t comfort him.

The night air chilled his clothes, made damp by his panicked sweat. He moved to get out of his makeshift bed, knowing to chase sleep would be futile. He paused as he sat on the edge of the bed, his bare feet resting on the dusty stone floor. Grief, remorse, fear. They weighed him down, fettering him to his bed. 

He felt a weariness beyond his years. The guilt had stretched his soul nearly past its capacity, making each breath, each motion a burden. The weight of so many deaths–Qui-Gon, Sabine, Padme, Anakin, Ahsoka, the list went on and on–sat on his shoulders. He sometimes wondered why he should continue to draw breath or why his heart should continue to beat. What was left?

Some reserve of strength in his soul began to break. The man that used to be Obi-Wan Kenobi put his graying head in his hands and wept.

[liminal-zone]

SHE BLED A KYBER CRYSTAL. SHE KILLED HER FATHER. SHE CHOSE THE DARK SIDE. SHE GOT HER BACK BLOWN OUT AFTER.

[twinsunstars]

THE ACOLYTE SPOILERS

“see you in hell jedi”

IS THAT PLAGUEIS WAIT WHO WAS THAT

bazil was really trying his hardest this ep

oooh the way they both floated in the air ahhh love the fights

the way red bled into the kyber crystal…

sol almost said “i love you” 😭😭😭

SOL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

the way vernestra sensed qimir and he sensed her too omg

mae doesn’t even know osha anymore now after she spent so long thinking she was dead 😭😭

i was just sitting there in shock still while listening to vernestra and her conversation with mae

QIMIR WAS YOUR FORMER PUPIL OMG?!

osha and qimir at the end…..

YODA APPEARANCE OMG

PLS GIVE US A SEASON 2

[cross-d-a]

Me: …..so in conclusion THAT’S why it’s VERY cool that we got to see the kyber crystal BLEED!!! Super fucking sucks but very awesome we finally get to see it onscreen!!

My poor mother: …..right. Okay then. That’s..when it turned red??

Me: YEAH!!! IT BLED!!!!!!!!!!

My mother: …huh. Okay whatever you say.

[shadowsofdread]

none of this is set in stone & more just ideas i'm rotating around (inspired by a post & some replies from @pyr0clast) for a side character that's pretty hugely relevant to hyroh's padawan training & also hyroh's master, le'raya

re: light as a corrupting or purging force, specifically tied to the memories or a person's self (see: ngani zho from the lost suns, the disney canon stuff about purifying "bled" [red] kyber crystals)

in tsahet's original iteration, he had killed his (manipulative and abusive) master and - through events left vague because i never exactly got around to it - the council essentially had him institutionalized for a time to reform his fall to the dark side, and le'raya had stood by their decision to do so, betraying her first friend in the order. after he was released, tsahet went into a sort of voluntary exile, where he was still technically a jedi, but lived apart from the order and by and large was not given any missions or responsibilities.

what was a bit of a plot-hole in this though was why le'raya would later choose to trust tsahet to temporarily train her padawan, hyroh, who himself was seen as something of a "flight risk" by the council.

so now that i'm returning to tsahet with these new ideas, i'm chewing on the idea of things having gone down a bit differently. le'raya had been the first one to find out that tsahet had killed his master / he had gone to her for help to cover it up, fearing that if the council knew he'd not only killed his own master, but didn't regret it, there may be severe consequences for him (there is, after all, a highly complex prison from TCW designed specifically for "rogue jedi" - in a post-revan era, i wouldn't be surprised if there was something similar back then as well).

le'raya insists that she has to tell the council, but tells tsahet to act remorseful - that the council will help him, if he shows them that he is open to it. tsahet is doubtful, but agrees. le'raya, after all, is the only person that he has a positive relationship with.

the two go to the council and give a not-entirely-truthful but not completely dishonest version of events. tsahet's master is not alive to defend themself, and i'll be gracious to the council and say a few caught red flags from them before this, so it's not entirely unbelievable that psychological stress could've pushed tsahet to do what he did. still, potentially justified or not, he has touched the dark side. the only course of action is to purge, to cure the corruption.

le'raya doesn't see tsahet for an indeterminate amount of time. it is during that time that tsahet undergoes rigorous therapy ('therapy' here used in its broadest meaning: treatment) - hours of meditation with the purpose of realigning himself to the light. that though his master was wrong, there obviously could never be any excuse or reason for tsahet to draw his blade on them out of anger or revenge. a jedi acts from a place of peace and serenity. feel the anger, the rage, and the hurt, and then purge them.

the meditation has side effects. tsahet comes out of it finding that memories that were once painfully crystal-clear are disorganized and disorienting. there are gaps, even, during his time in therapy. he's - confused. he's confused, and though he has meditated, and meditated, and meditated, something within him still burns and aches. but - he shouldn't have done it. he shouldn't have killed his master. shouldn't have even entertained the thought of hurting them. they were harsh, but wasn't it all done in the efforts of making him an exceptional jedi? he just - didn't understand, at the time. after all, if it really was justified, he'd remember it all, wouldn't he? it would make sense.

when le'raya sees tsahet next, he is the same - and he isn't. he's still gruff and abrasive and distant. but the deeper, shielded parts that he once showed her - his frustratingly well-earned arrogance, his sharp wit, the dry sarcasm and the few half-smiles reserved solely for her - seem to have vanished. but he seems better. he should be better (?). he is utterly serene in the force. the surface of an undisturbed pond, with not even a rock or pebble held in the hand waiting to be thrown. she thinks maybe those parts she loved most will come back, with time.

they don't see each other much after that.

tsahet is assigned a new master, and completes his training. he is lauded as one of the best aspiring duelists of their generation, specializing in jar'kai. young padawans marvel at his superior skill and his absolute serenity, even in the throes of the most nail-biting sparring matches.

later, le'raya - who has heard but not seen the rumors for herself - decides to reach out to tsahet, who has been offering his services to the taris reconstruction. her padawan, hyroh kaah, has recently expressed an interest in jar'kai, and it is not an art form she feels confident enough to teach him. the secondary concern, however, is the jedi council's increasing scrutiny of her padawan. particularly, that he may be too attached to her, too emotionally volatile, his understanding of the jedi code and philosophy too elementary, and le'raya's methods too unconventional - all making him a poor fit for the responsibilities of a jedi and a risk if he continues on this path.

(le'raya wonders, still, if there was more to what tsahet experienced during his treatment, but she trusts - she hopes - that he is still the man she remembers him to be)

(he isn't.)

[jedi-nurse]

I find it incredibly interesting that the Inquisitors lightsabers all look identical. There are some slight differences. They also go by the name of Brother and Sister, with the exception of the Grand Inquisitor. All their individuality has been removed by the Empire, they are mearly pawns in the game.

In contrast Jedi each have a unique lightsaber. They embrace what makes them unique, honing in on their special Force abilities.

They took these people who were Jedi Knights and temple guards and bled them they way they bleed a kyber crystal. Turning them into assassins whose only purpose was either to turn more force-sensitive individuals to the dark side or snuff out the remaining ones, therefore snuffing out hope.

*hope my rambling makes sense*

[sepublic]

Man, just. There’s an almost terrified faith in the dark side to save her, to protect her, a faith in that bled lightsaber that’s murdered and represents her misery to nevertheless get her out of this situation. Because despite everything the dark side has done to the Ghost, it’ll still get her out of this like it always has, right? The Ghost is trapped and scared, so she’ll default to what she always knows, what she’s always done and relied upon as her universal solution to fear.

But then. Then the lightsaber turns on, and the Ghost is just as shocked as Daal, just as taken aback, neither could’ve imagined this, as much as the other, that one would stoop so low and it’d end like this. The Ghost so desperately trusts in the dark side as she clings to her bled kyber crystal, and then it all turns on her the moment it’s found someone shinier, newer.

[gffa]

One thing I did appreciate is that The Acolyte did not hold back on that Osha went full dark side, that Sol's kyber crystal was crushed by her anger and hate to the point that it bled into a red saber. She straight up murdered someone who was not fighting back. She killed him because she was hurt and angry, not because he was a threat. Osha's feelings of betrayal and rage were valid, her actions were not. She murdered an unarmed man who was not fighting back, who had no intention of fighting back, who literally forgave her as she choked the life out of him, and nothing of her actions were justified. She wasn't even regretful about it. The dark side can be humanized to a degree, it always has been in Star Wars, that's nothing new. Anakin's everything ever, Maul's pain and desperation for a connection through an apprentice, Dooku's clinging to his care for people like Yaddle or Asajj, the dark side has never been about detached or unsympathetic anger. It's always come from a very human place, that's why the Jedi constantly caution that no one is beyond it. But Osha embraced it here, she stepped over the line and murdered a defenseless man because of her rage, not because it was in any way justified as a killing, and the kyber crystal screamed and bled because of it. You don't get a red saber by being justified, you get it by crossing the line into an act of evil. And props to The Acolyte for not shying away from that, as human as Osha is and will continue to be, her actions were over the line of evil.

[fanaticsnail]

More on the Star Wars AU because it's eating my brain like a worm eats an apple 😭😭 You can ignore it if you want, sorry for being annoying

SENATOR CROCODILE! Representative of the planet of Alabasta, one of the Core worlds, quietly working to prove the current leadership as unstable and untrustworthy and take control of the planet and its trade corridors, looking for the blueprints of a mysterious weapon.

Diathim Robin, a runaway of one of the destroyed moons of Iego, perhaps even last of her species after the refusal of her people to surrender their knowledge for the benefit of the Galactic Government, with ripped wings and dimmed aura, angry and bitter, her angelic appearance now twisted to serve the label of the Demon child.

The vision of Zoro with a lightsaber in the mouth has me wiping tears, it shouldn't be that funny to me. But you're so RIGHT ABOUT MIHAWK. (+ maybe a little angsty bonus for the goth family, but Force ghost Perona, tied to the remains of an ancient temple on the asteroid Kuraigana).

Jedi Padawan Nami (Twi'lek Nami and Nojiko???) who secretly works against the Order because a fearsome criminal has a vicious hold of her home and she is too afraid of the consequences to ask for help.

Baratie is now one of the most expensive and elegant restaurants in the Upper Levels of Coruscant, beautiful and with delicious food, ideal place to overhear the shady deals between powerful people.

Germa 66 is just another clone producing company (Kamino who, I don't know them) involved with crime and unethical experiments, the Vinsmokes now selling slaves workers for the mines, as well as making their own personal army.

Thinking of Mihawk, I can see him using an untraditional lightsaber. Yoru is still Yoru, with that enormous handle, and probably a large blade due to a bigger than average kyber crystal. Also, in my head I see him as someone who at least in his youth fell off the balance and succumbed to the Dark Side, even if not for long, so maybe his kyber crystal was bled and he eventually healed it, giving Yoru a pure white blade. I see him as someone who fares incredibly well with any form of lightsaber combat (he is an overachiever like that), perhaps even developing his own (showoff), although I see him having a preference for a combination of Makashi and Soresu. Now Zoro, Zoro. In canon all his swords are legendary or cursed, but I still want him to have made at least one of his lightsabers. So let's say, Kitetsu III is the third because it's the third lightsaber made with this kyber, and it's not the sword but rather the crystal that is cursed. Perhaps it changes colour with every new person that bonds to it. Let's say in Zoro's case it's blue. Wado is very pale blue, almost white (think Ashoka), and Zoro still inherits it from Kuina, although I see her dying later in their years, perhaps in unfair combat. Shusui (I miss that sword so much) was won, and definitely has a purple blade. Zoro uses the Ataru form almost exclusively (big on the offense, physically challenging, requires a great deal of using Haki the Force, it screams Zoro), although Mihawk tries to make him at least combine it with Soresu (because Zoro's defense sucks <3 jk jk I love him).

Kid who incorporates a variation of every piece of weaponry he encounters and deems cool enough in his arm, always having a trick up his beskar arm. Rusty red armour, later incorporating bold gold stripes (gold symbolises vengeance so maybe?), Kil's armour is blue (reliability) -grey, I see Wire's as black (justice. It fits him), and Heat's perhaps black-gray-pale blue (gray is a symbol of mourning a lost love, if I remember correctly which immediately made me think of Heat x Tobiuo angst for some reason. But seriously, what if.....? Not that she is actually dead but what if he believes she is (I can't think about him separately of her anymore T.T)

Kid and Killer's dynamic reminds me so much of Boba and Din's in a way. Working for the Empire bounty hunter Boba has Kid's rage and pride. Din is a quiet, gentle giant for the people who cares about, honourable and proud, and loyal to a fault which is like. Killer. In a nutshell.

(And to think two of my main One Piece OCs started out as Star Wars OCs .... And now they want to go back home to be space criminals 😔😔)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Senator Crocodile. Diathim Robin. ZORO WITH A LIGHTSABER IN HIS MOUTH IM SCREAMING. I have no words, this is just gorgeous. You have so many beautiful thoughts, and I am so very grateful you're sharing them with me. Mihawk trying to work on Zoro's defence, hells yes.

The coloured armour I am absolutely, deeply in love with. Wire in black 🫠🫠🫠 and the fact you're thinking of my OC in there with Heat makes me so insanely emotional. Have Tobiuo missing and presumed dead, only to be a slave to the gangsters, like the hutts. Make her a Twi'lek, former Jedi with amnesia (forbidden love between Heat as a Mandalorian). GREAT, NOW IM THINKING REALLY HARD ABOUT THIS AND TRYING NOT TO SCREAM.

KID AND KILLER BOBA AND DIN AAAAAAA YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU ABSOLUTELY. I am so in love with this whole train of thought, you have no idea. Thank you 😭😭😭

Edit to Add: YES TO STAR WARS OCS MIXED INTO ONE PIECE. I gotta hear about them.