#force shenanigans

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Why is it always an “ancient sith artifact” causing the time travel/body swap/deaging shenanigans? why not ancient Jedi artifact?

Younglings running up to Jocasta like “Someone just touched the Rock That Turns You Into A Tooka again”

[alamogirl80]

Boil and the Force…

Too much Force!!

Boil is like catnip for Force butterflies and Waxer thinks it’s adorable. 😂

[griffin-stone]

Healing Light

Lemme just... just fix this here. Acolyte spoilers below the cut.

Yeah, so it took me all of ten minutes to go, "nah, they didn't really die" and start writing it. It's messy but have a lil balm for ep. 5.

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  Breathe.

  ��Just breathe.

   Easier said than done. Breathing shouldn’t have been so difficult, but… but her lungs wouldn’t obey her. Nothing obeyed her orders, not her lungs or her closed eyes or…

   She felt only one thing. Her heart thudding dully in her chest. Slowing and slowing…

   She heard voices over her. Loud and angry, pounding upon her ears with the icy darkness pressing upon her aching chest.

   Then, silence.

   Silence and ice and nothingness and…

   “Breathe.”

   Her lungs spasmed, then dusty air touched her tongue and throat. She wanted to cough, but her weak lungs only took in more of the filthy, cold air.

   Air slid from her lungs, then back in. Each slow breath came easier, charged by the silent command she felt rather than heard.

   “Breathe.”

   Her eyes didn’t obey her, but she realized they were open and the darkness was above her. Not in her. The ice receded with each slow breath.

   “Breathe.”

   Finally, Jecki blinked. Her vision cleared somewhat, so the dark shadows became branches and trees and leaves. And a face.

   “Breathe.”

   Jecki blinked again, and she could see the dust and mud and tears streaking the face over hers. She seemed to have control of her lungs for the first time, as her exhale was a sigh and her eyes fell so they were only halfway open.

   “Yord.”

   Yord offered an exhausted smile, then slid to the side. Jecki heard him thump to the ground beside her. 

   Turning her head, Jecki saw Yord’s ignited lightsaber. That explained why she’d been able to see again. 

   For several moments, padawan and knight laid silently side-by-side, just breathing. 

   Yord was the first to move again, sitting slowly up. He looked back down at Jecki.

   “Still here, padawan?” Yord asked slowly, his voice rasping.

   Jecki blinked slowly. “You’re supposed… to be on… the ship.”

   “Osha came back.”

   Jecki snorted, a little impressed with Osha.

   “He was going to kill you.”

   Jecki hummed. “I kind of... thought he did.”

   “Yeah. Same here.”

   The two of them didn’t move for a moment longer. Then something clicked in Jecki’s mind, and she sat up enough to look down.

   Three holes were burned into her padawan robes, as well as on her chest. But when she touched the wounds, she found rough scars. She looked at Yord.

   “What happened?” Jecki asked.

   Yord shrugged, apparently too tired to be his usual knowing self. “I don’t know. We were fighting, I think, then… then it was dark and cold…”

   Jecki nodded slowly. “It was the same for me.”

   There was another long silence, then both of them looked sharply at the other and yelled in unison.

   “Master Sol!”

   Jecki scrambled to stand up, but her legs gave out and she fell. She cried out when the impact sent a blaze of pain across her chest, and quickly rolled over to relieve the pressure on her chest.

   “Slowly,” Yord said from where he still sat. “I think you just came back from the dead.”

   “People don’t come back from the dead,” Jecki said. 

   Yord shrugged. “You just did.”

   Jecki looked skeptically at Yord. But with the location of her wounds… how did she survive?

   “What happened to you?” Jecki asked after a moment.

   Yord’s gaze became distant. “I’m not sure.”

   “You? Not sure?”

   “Are you wanting to relive that fight?” Yord asked.

   “Okay, okay…” Jecki sighed and laid back. Then she took a determined breath and made herself sit up. “We’ve got to go. I don’t know what happened to Master Sol or Osha or…”

   “The guy from the apothocary,” Yord muttered. “How? What was he?”

   “He had a lightsaber.” Jecki tested her arms’ strength, finding them still too shaky. “A Jedi?”

   “He didn’t fight like a Jedi… or anything I’ve ever encountered,” Yord said.

   The two were silent again. The forest was dark and foggy, and they seemed to be the only things living in the whole forest.

   Yord’s lightsaber deactivated, throwing them into darkness. Jecki inhaled sharply before she could stop herself.

   “Those moth things,” Yord’s voice came out of the darkness. “If they come back…”

   Jecki made herself breathe out slowly. Everything was so dark that she didn’t realize right away that her eyes were closed. She tried to open them, but didn’t have the strength for even that.

   Everything was so dark… so cold… and the two of them were laying there defenseless. The forest was dark and dangerous, and they couldn’t move.

   Jecki let out another slow breath, trying to center her thoughts. She reached for calm, remembering the lessons from Sol. Trust in the Force.

   An unexpected peace came to Jecki. She forgot about her missing master and the stranger with the blood-red blade. It was just her and Yord, and the little pool of light and calm.

   “Jecki.”

   Jecki slid from the calm with a slight groan of protest. She could feel things again, and there was nothing but more pain than she could bear.

   “Jecki, wake up.”

   Jecki opened her eyes to find the forest bathed in light. She was confused briefly, then realized it was morning. The air was cool and clean, and the trees didn’t seem so sinister anymore.

   And Yord was still alive beside her. She could live with that.

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I might keep going, and get a cleaned up version that goes on a bit further and includes Osha to post on A03, but for now, this'll do.

[skybreakprimeonao3]

Brain: “force shenanigans toddler Obi-Wan being taken care of by the clones is cute.”

Brain: “force shenanigans tooka Obi-Wan being forcefully taken care of by the clones is amused.

Brain: “what if force shenanigans split Obi-Wan. One side is a toddler and one side is a tooka. Tooka runs from everything, toddler is a toddler. The only way to get General Kenobi back is by having the toddler pet the tooka.”

Me: “what the hell…”

[clonemando]

Waxer*Boil Month Week 2: Huddling for Warmth/Safety

Boil doesn't like getting left behind while Waxer is out on missions and likes it even less when he is called to Cody's room without hearing back from Waxer after that mission has ended. Thankfully the explanation isn't as bad as he feared and is something he can help with.

Written for @waxerboilmonth Find it on AO3 here.

Boil tried hard to not make it obvious that his hands were shaking as he hurried to Cody’s private quarters where Cody and the General were waiting for him. The last mission had only required a small team so Waxer’s squad had gone while Boil and his men had stayed. It was always hard, watching Waxer leave, not knowing when or if he would return this time. The fact they had both survived this long was already a miracle. 

“Sirs, you asked to see me?” he asked, opening the door with a small knock. He had watched the solemn way Waxer’s boys had come back to their bunks. Normally, Waxer sent him a message as they were leaving and when they returned. This time, his com line had been silent. He didn’t want to believe it, but he had a feeling he knew why he was being called in. He was just grateful Obi-Wan and Cody were telling him in private. 

“Oh thank the force! Cody, Boil’s here. Come in, he won’t stop crying and you’re the one that’s usually closest to him,” Obi-Wan said, grabbing Boil by the arm and basically dragging him into the room.

It was not what Boil expected. Instead, he found Cody on his knees looking for all the world like he was trying to lure a tooka out from under his bed. Hearing Obi-Wan, Cody tried to get up and knocked his head on the bunk with a little yelp. 

“Oh good. Boil, Waxer crawled under the bed and won’t come out or stop crying. We need you to calm him down and get him out.” Cody said, rubbing his head where he had hit it. 

Boil frowned. There wasn’t a ton of space under the bed and he knew that a fully armored trooper wouldn’t be able to fit. “Did he get turned into a tooka?” was out of his mouth before he could stop himself and he felt his cheeks heating as Cody grinned and the General chuckled. 

“Not quite,” Obi-Wan admitted with a shrug, “We found the artifact we were asked to retrieve but Ventress arrived at the same time we did. While Cody and I kept her busy, Waxer snuck up and grabbed the small idol, but it activated. and there was a flash of light before… well.. He shrunk,” 

“He looks and acts like a second year cadet again or a four year old nat-born,” Cody sighed while gesturing to the bed, “We had to abandon his armor since it was too large, but Obi-Wan wrapped him in his outer robes and we all retreated. Once we got in, he immediately hid under my bunk and won’t come out.”

Boil swallowed hard. He knew what a second year cadet looked like. Waxer wouldn’t actually be any cuter than any other cadet that age but… the idea of it sounded really adorable in his mind. 

“Does he still have his memories? We didn’t know each other at that age so he might not trust me if he doesn’t. I’d be a stranger to him, too,” he pointed out.

Obi-Wan shrugged in response. “I honestly don’t know but we decided it was worth having you try. Hopefully, this will be a temporary state and will wear off on its own, but I already contacted Madame Nu to see if she or her archivists can find any more information on reversing it. If not..” Obi-Wan said and Boil nodded, finally kneeling down to peek under the bed.

A hurt sound escaped his lips at the adorable sight awaiting him. It was worse than he thought. Waxer was still bald though his facial hair was gone now and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. He was wrapped so completely in Obi-Wan’s robes that it was like a blanket around him. 

“Hey Wax, you remember me? It’s your friend Boil. It’s okay if you don’t remember but I want you to know, it’s safe here. No one is going to hurt you. We just want to help,” he murmured softly. Remembering how Waxer helped him when he was upset, he didn’t try to reach out immediately. He just waited, lying on his belly on the floor, for Waxer to make a choice. 

Waxer sniffled. “B-Boil? Why… Why am I so small?” he whimpered and Boil relaxed a little—Waxer seemed to remember him, at least. 

“Force crap,” Boil hummed, making Waxer give a surprised giggle at the curse word. It seemed he remembered Boil but he was definitely not himself. Noticing that he was trembling, Boil finally offered a hand. 

“I know you get cold easily. Will you come out and move to the top of the bed? We can wrap you up in blankets and it will be much warmer than only wearing the General’s robes,” he offered but didn’t try to force him. 

“Can I cuddle you?” Waxer asked, eyes wide, and there was no way even the Sith would have been able to deny a request like that, so obviously Boil melted. 

“Of course. Cody will get you some clothes and we’ll both steal his bunk since it’s bigger than what we have in our rooms. We’ll cuddle as long as you need,” he promised, feeling relieved as Waxer finally leaned forward and took Boil’s hand, letting himself be helped out from under the bed.

Obi-Wan and Cody had moved to the other side of the room to give them some space, and Boil noticed that Obi-Wan had stepped up to the door and was talking to someone outside of it- likely to get the cadet uniform for Waxer. 

Waxer immediately tried to use Boil as a shield so the other pair couldn’t see him. “Why are you so afraid of Commander Cody and the General?” Boil asked curiously. It wasn’t like Waxer to be so distrusting. 

“It was loud and they were shouting so much and then we got here and it was cold and there were so many people!” he whined softly and Boil wrapped an arm around him, letting him hide his face in Boil’s shoulder. Boil was in his grays since he hadn’t been scheduled for duty any time soon, so at least there wasn’t any armor in the way. 

Cody stepped forward, “Here, we’ll go to Obi-Wan’s room for now so he can have some space. We’re sorry for scaring you Waxer. We’ll work on getting you back to yourself soon.” he announced, offering Boil the cadet blues. Then Cody and Obi-Wan were gone and Boil relaxed a little before focusing on the little Waxer burrowing himself into Boil’s shirt and trembling slightly. 

“Come on, you’ll be warmer once you’re dressed. Then we can sit on the bed instead of the floor,” he said, gently pushing Waxer off of him so he could stand and guide him to the attached fresher that was a perk of Cody’s Commander status. It was tiny, but it allowed him to clean the dirt off of his tiny ARF partner before helping him into his clothes. 

Waxer was surprisingly quiet through the whole thing, which felt wrong since Boil was usually the quiet one and Waxer usually didn’t know how to stop blabbering, but he was clearly still scared and working through things.

“Come here,” Boil hummed once they got back to the bed. He took all of Cody’s blankets and wrapped them around Waxer so only his eyes could be seen peeking out from the mound. The little giggle warmed his heart even while Boil worried about how long Waxer was going to be stuck like this. 

Waxer’s pout was almost audible as he stared at Boil “But now I can’t snuggle with you and you’re my best friend, so we have to snuggle. I always sleep better when we do.” he pointed out.

Boil’s lips twitched up into a small smirk “Sure we can. Like this,” he said and wrapped himself around the whole blanket bundle, which rewarded him with even more little giggles.

“I guess that’s okay, but I won’t be able to hear your heart beating or feel you breathing and know you’re okay. My brain feels all mushy right now but I remember… I remember that I don’t remember people I should, and that I miss them, and I don’t want to miss you, too,” Waxer murmured after a little bit.

Boil frowned. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t need to miss me, Wax,” he said, but he carefully freed Waxer’s head from the blankets so he could rest it against Boil’s chest.

That seemed to be the last thing Waxer needed to be able to fall asleep with a little yawn. 

Boil just held him close, making sure he felt warm and safe, and eventually Waxer’s soft breathing lulled him to sleep as well.

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Jedi Medic (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Waxer/Boil Month, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Friendship/Love, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Established Relationship, Part of Series - Part One Series: Part 13 of Waxer/Boil, Part 9 of Waxer/Boil Month 2024 Summary:

WEEK THREE Waxer*Boil Month 2024

Prompts: • Force-sensitive clones/Jedi Waxer and/or Boil • touch-starved • held hostage/captive •“I missed being with you like this”

Notes: It was quite sudden this change happening. Yet according to their creators, the Kaminoans, not as unexpected. Becoming more than a single clone among many. Becoming sensitive to the Force.

Written as a continued four parter story of week three’s prompts in order listed. Kind of a continuation for the Waxer/Boil saga.

Part of Waxer/Boil Month 2024 // Waxer/Boil series

[somestorythoughts]

Star Wars au where the Force includes hammerspace.

The 212th is really confused as to how Obi-Wan keeps such a reliable stock of tea of hand until they see him yoink a bazooka out of nowhere one day when he's dropped his saber (again) and is particularly pissed at Grievous.

Anakin mostly just pulls tools out of nowhere and ends up with a pile as tall as he is because this gadget needs one particular type of screwdriver no one uses anymore and he keeps getting the wrong one.

Ahsoka one day pulls out a mallet larger than she is and squashes Ventress into a sithly pancake. Several troopers are very shocked and very jealous they want giant portable hammers.

Mace Windu seems calm and collected but he has been known by some to pull kazoos out of nowhere to annoy politicians if he can get away with it.

Plo Koon pulls out giant stuffed wolves that double as pillows for the Wolfpack.

There's a long-standing tradition of Jedi using hammerspace (saberspace?) for snacks, a deck of cards, and sometimes an extra lightsaber. The shadows use it to become that gag of a character being told to leave all their weapons and ending up with a pile as tall as they are. The healers use it to keep bacta patches, water, and snacks on hand.

Just, Force shananigans with the addition of these shenanigans:

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Got the epilogue posted! Just a quick little chapter, a bit late but better late than never :) Enjoy!

Trapped in the Unknown Regions, Thrawn and the Chimaera stumble upon a secret, one with the power to destroy their enemies – or themselves. Searching for an answer to her nightmares, Che’ri sets off across the stars, discovering long-forgotten mysteries of the Chiss sky-walkers – and that those mysteries were not lost, but stolen. Once more, their paths will cross, and the path of the galaxy will be changed forever.

[disastertriowriting]

@clonefandomevents

This is our fill for "Misunderstandings". :D

Only Force-users have wings, so when Hunter's grow in right after Bracca, none of them understand why. More than that, they're black. Only Dark Siders have black wings, and Hunter is neither. He doesn't like them, and they draw too much unwanted attention from everyone who sees them. Especially Crosshair.

[fanfictasia]

@badthingshappenbingo

Here's our fill for "Mistaken Identity". :)

It's been a week since the destruction of Kamino. A week since everything fell, or came together. On a mission gone awry, Omega opens a portal and steps into another dimension with her brothers. And what do their... alternate-selves mean it was Crosshair they lost first, not Hunter? (Sequel to Doomsday, can be read separately)

[elismor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: 501st_bingo, Force Sensitivity (Star Wars), That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex and Ahsoka Tano are Siblings, CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano Friendship, Bingo Series: Part 7 of 501st Bingo 2023, Part 11 of Jupiter's Living Room Summary:

Who wouldn't want to know what it feels like to wield the Force?

Written for @clonefandomevents​ 501st bingo prompt: force sensitivity

Card below the cut, per usual.

[jonathananubian]

Mysterious Ways (Star Wars Fanfic)

Rating: Mature (For violence and mature themes) Warnings: No warnings apply. Ship: No ship currently. (Subject to change.) Characters: Obi-wan Kenobi Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44386087/chapters/111632974#main

Snippet;

It started when he was five standard.

He didn’t remember why he’d run away, only that he had. Somehow he’d found his way into an abandoned part of the Temple. With no Masters around and feeling tired from all the running he’d sat down against a wall and started to cry.

“Are you lost, young one?” The voice was warm, filling the air around him with warmth and sparkling light.

Looking up at the tall master he wiped the tears from his eyes and stared. They were much taller than any master he’d seen before, and he’d seen Master Tyvokka up close once! Their skin was a dark grayish tan that seemed to have patches of other colors in odd shapes down their neck. Their hair was long and black, though when the light hit it just right it turned different colors. But what dstracted Obi-wan most was their eyes.

One eye a blue so deep he thought it might contain all the stars and one yellow so bright he thought it might contain a whole sun.

The master chuckled and knelt. “I know I look a bit strange, I doubt you have seen someone like me before.”

Obi-wan nodded shyly, knowing it was rude to stare but being unable to look away.

“My name is Corus’canta Jedai, how about you young one?” There was a smile in their voice as they spoke and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“Obi-wan.”

The master smiled at him and reached out to pat his head gently. “Obi-wan, a very dear child. I can already see that you will be an exceptional Jedi one day. But, I think, it is time you returned to your caretakers. This is no place for one so small.”

Obi-wan didn’t remember how he got back to the upper levels and when he tried to describe the master he’d met their details always seemed to change.

He’d wonder now and then where that master went to and if they would ever meet again. He had no doubt that they were real, despite what others might say. Whenever he thought of them the force always reassured him they had been real, and that the meeting would prove to be important in the years to come.

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9903 | Wrecker, Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), Shep Hazard, CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Pabuers (Star Wars), The Havoc Marauder (Star Wars) Additional Tags: tbb appreciation week 2024, tbbaw2024, The bad Batch Appreciation Week 2024, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), Pabu Island (Star Wars), Post TBBS3, Everyone lives, Flying by the seat of ones pants or with the Force, Danger and Humour Series: Part 4 of The Bad Batch Appreciation Week

Summary: Sometimes, flying is more than just getting from point a to point b or even point c. Snippets about flying and the Bad Batch, oh, and Mayday!

AU / Post TBB S3 / Everyone lives / Pabu Island / lotsa Force Shenanigans.

Part of the The Bad Batch Appreciation Week series / collection

@tbb-appreciation-week​

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Almost a year ago, I had an idea for a quick little two-shot - a before/after kind of fic. I started writing it, kept running out of steam on part 2 and starting over, and then had a great idea for a plot. Nearly a year later, here we are. The fic has nine chapters. This is the prologue - what was supposed to be part 1 of 2 just two darn it. Now it's a prologue. Enjoy!

Summary:

Trapped in the Unknown Regions, Thrawn and the Chimaera stumble upon a secret, one with the power to destroy their enemies – or themselves. Searching for an answer to her nightmares, Che’ri sets off across the stars, discovering long-forgotten mysteries of the Chiss sky-walkers – and that those mysteries were not lost, but stolen. Once more, their paths will cross, and the path of the galaxy will be changed forever.

[disastertriowriting]

@clonefandomevents

Here's our fill for "Dimensional swap". :D

It's been a week since the destruction of Kamino. A week since everything fell, or came together. On a mission gone awry, Omega opens a portal and steps into another dimension with her brothers. And what do their... alternate-selves mean it was Crosshair they lost first, not Hunter? (Sequel to Doomsday, can be read separately)

[impossibleprincess35]

Well, damn. I'm here for this take.

ok so. I've been thinking. what if leia's "thing" is that she's imperceptible in the force. like, she's so innately powerful at shielding, she's just not there. Anakin didn't know padme was having twins because he literally couldn't sense leia's presence. yoda and obi-wan were fine with bail taking leia because they couldn't perceive her thoughts, even as an infant. neither reva nor vader could penetrate her mind. she spent years in the senate alongside palpatine and he had no idea she was force sensitive. the only person who can see leia for who she really is is the one who has been there from the beginning — luke.