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hetalianskywalker · 6 months ago

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Day 28: The Sea Alor

Pairing: Sea Alor Mer Jango Fett x Harpy Reader

Summary: The in hiding king of the Mer feels bad for a caged Harpy.

Author’s Note: I hope this turns out alright.

Warnings: non- permanent main character death and reference to physical and mental trauma.

Word Count: 1646

Prompt: Well funded ships keep a harpy caged at the helm, for calling or dispersing winds when necessary. Mermaids and harpies are natural enemies. But still, I feel sorry for them.

Prompt 3236 by deepwatwrwritingprompts

Well funded ships keep a harpy caged at the helm, for calling or dispersing winds when necessary. Mermaids and harpies are natural enemies. But still, he feels sorry for them.

Jango occasionally found work on these ships. The captain believes him a storm summoner and in truth it’s what most of his employers believe. While he prefers to hunt for bounties across the high seas, these jobs weren’t a problem if they paid his fee. He often finds himself in the company of a caged and wing clipped harpy, but this is different.

Your eyes linger on him for long stretches of time and you look like you wish to speak with him. Usually Jango would just ignore the looks, but this did not feel like begging for help that would not come. It’s inquisitive and analytical; he wonders if you have figured out who he truly is. What he truly is.

Being the Sea Alor has many benefits, one being the siren song ability. He makes sure the crew will remain asleep before walking up to your cage. You are wide awake, waiting for him.

“Sea Alor.” You cut right to the chase and look him dead in the eyes through the t-face of his helmet. Well, that’s one question answered.

“Harpy.” Jango curtly responds as he crosses his arms. “What do you wish to say?”

You suddenly look very unsure. Your talons scratch at the metal bars and deck beneath you. “Have you taken the deal with Tyranus yet?”

“What?” He bites out in complete disbelief. There is no way you should be able to know that. You watch his whole body go absolutely still.

“I see…” Your voice trails off before taking a deep breath. “When your only recognized child is ten, you shall leave him an orphan.”

Both his hands reach in and snatch the collar of your shirt. You barely have enough time to grip the bars to stop your face from hitting them as he pulls you to him. His face is twisted in a terrifying snarl with his sharp Mer teeth coming out inches from your face. You feel choppy waves slam into the ship and see the stars vanish behind dark clouds. It’s terrifying to think this is but the tip of the iceberg of his destructive power.

“Tell me what you know, Harpy.” You summon all your anger and courage, feeling the wind fight back against him. It was first your ally, not his. You think of all you have seen of the future. How his longing for revenge against the Jedi helps almost doom the world, leads an army of Mer clones to suffer and die in vain, and one boy orphaned.

“My freedom first, Fett.” You hiss, snapping your own sharp teeth. You extend out one of your hands, knowing he has the magic to bind you two to an agreement. “Deal?”

Once the journey is done, Jango leaves the ship before swimming up in Mer form that very night. He breaks you out true to his word and you keep up your end of the bargain. You explain, like how Tarre Vizsla was both Mer and a Jedi, you are both a harpy and blessed with a wider range of magic. You get snippets of the future. You tell him how a 10 year old Boba gets to watch his father get decapitated by a Jedi.

While he believes you're being honest, he can’t have you spreading word around about Kamino island so he half drags you back with him. While that might be everything on his death, you obviously know far more about everything else than you're letting on. Especially with the amount of disdain you hold for him. Also, any more visions could give more context or details about his death in eight years.

At first, you are just the stranger next door to Jango’s apartment. The one off worlder that isn’t a trainer, but Jango is keeping here anyway. It gives you the freedom to move around the facilities, but interacting with the mer clones is far more difficult. But you are kind in little ways when the Kaminoans and the trainers aren’t looking.

Rex, Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Ponds, and Bly are the main ones. Unlike many of the others, you’ve stolen multiple hugs from Bly, Rex, and Cody and ruffled the hair of the other three. The amount of slowly grown trust in their bright brown eyes means the world to you.

You have seen them the most in your visions about the Mer clones, but you do your best with all of them. You try to keep track of the clones you’ve seen in visions, but it’s impossible to run into all of them all the time. Some you see maybe a couple of times in your entirety of time on Kamino like Delta Squad for example. Emerie and Omega are the only ones you never get to see.

While you have a few more visions of the coming war, there is nothing to help the Mer clones or how to stop Palpatine completely. Kark, just avoiding the sith’s attention was hard enough work.

However, something unexpected happens in your plans. You slowly become Boba’s other guardian. You have a soft spot for him from all the visions you’ve seen and you're more than happy to watch him for Jango. But about a year in, you find him calling you mom and Buir; it warms your heart more than you're willing to admit.

Jango, on the other hand, you continue to deeply despise. Does he have a valid reason for wanting the destruction of the Jedi? Yes, even if he is taking it too far and it needs to be stopped for everyone’s good. However, his treatment of the mer clones as cattle makes you want to scream. You tolerate him for the goal of changing the future.

When he begins to take interest in Cody, however, you panic. You had thought you had covered all your tracks. You apparently had for the Kaminoans, but not Jango.

“Is that one meant for glory?” He mutters under his breath as you walk away side by side.

“What do you care?” You hiss, too angry to look at him. “Go back to ignoring him; it’s less cruel that way.”

But the cruelest twist of fate is how behind closed apartment doors, when you can’t see the cold stare he gives the army made in his image, you grow to like his company. It takes five or so years to realize it, but you love the little family you, he, and Boba have made together. Longing stares and soft touches become nights shared and living with him and Boba in their apartment.

And you hate yourself for falling for him. This man was simultaneously filled with so much love and disdain. Who is just as capable of protecting family as he is abandoning it. Who is able to abandon his responsibilities as Sea Alor and yet still has a code of honor. He is a mess of contradictions. You want to hate him. It would be so much easier to just hate him.

Geonosis is a desert island and Boba is ten. Jango clearly recognizes all the details from your visions over the years. He goes in anyway. Knowing who he’s going to face, he thinks he can win.

He doesn’t. His fate comes for him anyway. You and Boba are left in heartbroken shock. But this… this isn’t the end. You refuse to stand there while fate takes its course. When the battle ends, you and Boba work fast to get him aboard Slave I. And you then start the ritual.

Jango doesn’t understand why he’s on Mandalore. Or how he’s on Mandalore. He’s dead; he died. His fingers trace along his neck and he finds a burn scar going all the way around. It was definitely real.

A thirteen year old Boba soon explains as best he can after a tearful reunion. While his son explains the insanity of the war, how your kindness had left channels open with multiple battalions, and with Boba’s growing magical strength as the next Sea Alor, they were able to unite the Mandalorian Sector, he conveniently circumvents how Jango was alive.

“What did she give, Boba?” His son goes deadly quiet. Boba looks so much older and it makes Jango want to be sick, thinking of all he’d missed. “You need to tell me.”

“She’s lived with it for three years already. It’s not…” Boba whispers the next part. “That bad.”

Jango has to switch into mer form to find you. You tucked yourself away in a quiet cove that’s hard to access by land. He pulls himself up to sit next to you on the sand. He watches the way the drowning sun’s light reflects off his silver scales.

“It all happened as you prophesied.” He states, unsure of how else to start. You were right about everything.

“Not completely.” You smile sadly. “I got to save a few more Mer clones and Jedi. I’ve sped up how fast they’ll be free from their mind control enchantment. And Mandalore won’t fall victim to the empire and it’s stable.”

“Besides, I have you, Boba, and so many of my other sons. I did quite a lot without magic since your death.” You look out at the setting sun. Jango analyzes you and hates to see that his son was right. The wind doesn’t react to you anymore.

“Cuyan…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I was not worth your wings.” Your back itches when he says that. You had almost gone mad trapped in a human body at first, but Boba and the mer clones had helped keep you grounded.

“You are.” Jango gives you a truly genuine smile and leans his forehead against yours.

#star wars #the clone wars #jango x reader #jango fett x reader #jango fett #mermaid au #mermay

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eruditegeek · 5 months ago

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Gay Glup Shitto of the Day #29a

Those still in the closet

Today, we are talking about some characters that can be read as queer but aren't explicitly queer.

In 1997, Sarn Shild was the first Star Wars character to be directly implied to be gay and identified as someone whose "sexual preferences did not run to human women." Of course, it can be argued that he just liked aliens, which, as an imperial officer, would also be worth having a human woman that was his beard, but come on.

EV-9D9 was a sadomasochistic, self modifying, frankenstein monster making, girl boss. She had a few lines in Return of the Jedi and was voiced by the man who directed the movie. Here, we support evil transfems who don't voice train.

Which is a similar situation to Sila Kott. Played by a woman in Return of the Jedi, but her lines were dubbed over by a man.

There's a Twi'lek from Book of Boba Fett and a Devaronian from Bad Batch that have physical traits that don't align with their species gender binaries. Trans? Intersex? Just a mistake by the creators? Enough to get a mention, at least.

Omega was an unaltered clone of Jango Fett. Which would normally indicate she was trans considering she's a girl and Boba isn't. Though we have no direct indication that's the case. Still, I choose to believe.

Bo-Katan. I don't have much to support this one, but just look at her.

Also, if there was any justice in the world, at least one of these pairs would be fully canon.

Though let's not ignore those working behind the scenes to make it happen. Poe and Finn were played as a couple by their actors, Oscar Isaac and John Boyega. When Zeb and Kallus first appeared together, Zeb's voice actor, Steve Blum, even joked about them becoming a couple and going off to live together. Which is what happened from a certain point of view. A director on The Clone Wars, Giancarlo Volpe, secretly intended for Barriss and Ahsoka to be a couple.

#queer #gay #lesbian #trans #pride month #star wars #glup shit posting

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ravensilversea · 6 months ago

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One Day

Prompt(s): Time Travel, with side of Family

Warnings: Fox snipes both Jango and Palpatine mostly off-screen, mild description of looting a dead body, questionable decisions and morality in general

Characters: Commander Fox, Sifo-Dyas

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Minor Character Death, offscreen minor character death, Palpatine and Jango both die and Fox is only slightly sorry about one of those, Angst, Emotional, Hopeful Ending, Referenced Order 66

Summary/Description: Fox still isn’t sure where the moral line falls for purposefully going out of his way to clone his brothers again versus never giving the brothers he knew and loved a chance at life, but he knows which one he prefers. And he refuses to let them be sent off to die again.

Jango Fett was a cold, cocky bastard who thought himself nigh invincible. Unfortunately for him, Fox had once hunted an identical brother through thousands of other identical brothers and the lower levels of Coruscant, so hunting a single bounty hunter through the Outer Rim really wasn’t as hard as Jango thought it would be. A carefully aimed blaster bolt was all it took in the end. Afterall, his armor was similar enough to the armor Fox had worn day in and day out.

Fox hated, still hates really, how much like his brothers Jango looked when he peeled off that priceless armor and swiped a vial of still warm blood from the man’s rapidly cooling corpse. How much like Fives he looked. He reminds himself again, and again, that this is the man who willingly let millions of his clones be created to die, who chose exactly one to acknowledge as his own. Tries to hold onto the resentment and anger and jealousy he felt as a cadet.

One day, Fox will hand the beskar pieces to Boba and tell him that it was his father’s armor. Boba will try to correct him, say that it was their father’s armor, and Fox will shake his head and say, no, yours and yours alone. On that day, Fox still won’t know if he handed the armor over to apologize to the Boba he once knew for taking his father from him again, or to Jango for denying him his son.

Fox still isn’t sure where the moral line falls for purposefully going out of his way to clone his brothers again versus never giving the brothers he knew and loved a chance at life, but he knows which one he prefers. A bit of slicing and a cryptic message, and Fox had a decent idea of where and when Sifo-Dyas could be found.

Ao3

Which is how he finds himself in a bar, still in the Outer Rim, and for a place in the Outer Rim, the bar is fairly clean. Fox can’t find any suspicious smudges on his glass, or any glass he takes a glance at, and the bar counter isn’t greasy or caked with dirt. The windows are set in the wall in such away as to show only the sky, which this late at night makes it look like the place just opens out into starfield. There’s also a comfortable amount of people, not too many to be crowded and loud, not too few for conversations to echo all over the place.

One day, Fox will walk into a newly opened bar on Coruscant that is always crowded and loud and smelled of sweat and grime. He’ll buy a round of drinks and sit at a table by himself with a drink at each empty seat. “I’m not busy now,” he’ll whisper, “but it’s too late for that isn’t it?” The night will grow late, and he’ll leave a tip and a collection of untouched drinks meant for brothers he turned down in favor of paperwork, only to never have another chance again. He’ll have no intention of ever returning.

Fox slams his drink back and gestures for a glass of water as Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas makes a fairly subtle entrance, for a Jedi. He’s quiet and weaves through the people and tables without anyone noticing him, well, except for Fox who had been keeping an eye out for Jedi robes. Grabbing his glass, Fox makes his way to the table by the window that Sifo-Dyas chose.

“Evening,” Fox drawls and slides into the seat across without bothering to ask for permission. He wraps his hands around his water glass. “Rumor has it that we can help each other out.”

“Can you now?” Sifo-Dyas hides trembling hands in the sleeves of his robe.

Fox… doesn’t know what to say. A thousand angry, resentful, vindictive words claw at his throat, but the man in front of him looks nothing how he imagined. Lined face with brown eyes not quite as dark as the clones’ he would order. Long mostly silver hair with patches of dark, almost black, brown pulled back into a bun that’s falling down. Trembling hands, how he keeps using the reflections in the window to watch what’s happening behind him, just like how Fox’s brothers would when they came back from the frontlines.

Fox almost pities him. Almost wonders how he got to this point.

One day, Fox will walk into the Jedi Temple on Coruscant for the first time, for the five hundredth time. He will stand at the foot of a white infirmary bed and look down at an older Sifo-Dyas who will be unsure about whether his smile would be welcome. One day, Fox will hold this man’s hand and be among the people he asked to be at his bedside when he breaths his last, and then he will stand with his hands clasped behind his back at the funeral. One day, Fox will wonder about this man he never knew and regret never allowing himself to consider knowing him.

This is for his brothers, he reminds himself. Brothers this man bought and paid for to fight a war he didn’t bother trying to stop. “I can deal with your Sith problem.”

That gets Sifo-Dyas’ full attention. “What Sith problem? The Sith have been dead for a thousand years!” he hisses, leaning across the table.

“You’re the seer, you tell me.” Fox leans in as well.

For a moment, neither move. Neither speak. They sit there, mere inches apart.

Sifo-Dyas sighs and leans back. “I see a war, not the Sith,” he says. “I see the end of the Jedi, and selfishly, I want an army that will never turn on them.”

For a moment, Fox burns. For a moment, Fox is numb. His men, his brothers, created for the Jedi, for the Republic they served, and something made them turn on both those things. Something that was supposed to ensure their never-ending, never-dying loyalty to people who gave varying levels of ‘don’t give a shit’ about them. Something that he didn’t even realize happened until he woke up over a decade in the past, thinking it was a dream.

“Your plans will bring about the destruction of the Jedi. Your army. My brothers.” The words fall from his mouth like bombs.

Sifo-Dyas flinches. Fox pretends the grief on his face is at least in part for Fox’s brothers. One day, he will wonder if it was.

“Though,” Fox takes a sip of his drink and looks out to the stars, “technically, it’s most likely the Sith’s plan now.”

“Who are you?”

Fox laughs and laughs for a while, until he’s almost sobbing. He wishes he had something stronger than water now. “The poor fuck who watched his brothers die,” he says. He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and looks at Sifo-Dyas again. “So my deal is this: I deal with your Sith Lord problem, and you pay the Kaminoans to clone every, single, one of my brothers. No strings, no army, no ties to the Republic. If any of them want to fight, it will be their choice and their choice alone.”

One day, Fox will hold every, single, one of his brothers. One day, he’ll teach them how to walk and talk and sing and laugh. He’ll watch them run through meadows he didn’t quite believe existed for a decade and swim in peaceful lakes instead of endless storming oceans. One day, he will teach them how to do so many things from repairing ships to sewing clothes to cleaning weapons to planting crops. And one day, he will wake up each morning with the knowledge that his brothers have a future. That his brothers are free.

To his credit, Sifo-Dyas takes the deal, no questions asked outside of hammering out the exact details. When the contract is signed, he stands and looks at Fox for a moment. He whispers an apology that Fox doesn’t acknowledge, not now, and leaves without another word. Fox doesn’t care. He’s had enough of the Republic and enough of the Jedi.

The blaster shot that takes Sidious down is infinitely more satisfying than the one that took Jango.

#star wars #commander fox #sifo-dyas #raven's pen #written for commander fox week 2021 #the tell tale queue

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years ago

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Secrets

We can do author reveals for @spreadyourwingsexchange now! Mine was written for PaxDuane (@callacabforme)

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Relationships:

Jaster Mereel/Mace Windu, The Daughter | Winged Goddess/Jango Fett, Jango Fett & Jaster Mereel, Depa Billaba & Jango Fett, Depa Billaba & Mace Windu

Characters:

Jaster Mereel, Jango Fett, Mace Windu, Depa Billaba, The Daughter | Winged Goddess, Morai (Star Wars)

Additional Tags:

Time Travel, Romance, Hard of Hearing Jaster Mereel, Asexual Depa Billaba, POV Outsider, POV Multiple, Dreamsharing, Age Difference, (But all are consenting adults)

Summary:

Jaster worries Mace teaches Depa watches Jango lives

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Jaster first notices something’s changed when Jango is fourteen. The shift in personality is sudden, but the kid is well into his teenage years and picking up more responsibility, even if it’s under supervision, so… maybe it’s normal.

Jaster keeps an eye on him, sure, but if it’s important, Jango will come to him, right? He’s basically an adult now, he can handle some things himself. Maybe it’s girl problems. Or boy problems. Or something.

He hopes that, if it is a crush, it’s not on Montross. Jango keeps staring at Jaster’s second, and it’s with a curiously blank look that Jaster can’t figure out. It could just as easily be… uh…

Actually, a crush on someone twice his age who is definitely going to reject him might actually be the best option. Well, no, the best option would be that Jango wants to learn a skill that Montross has and other people don’t, but both are still better than, say, Jango suspecting Montross of something, or Montross actually having done something, to Jango, that Jaster hasn’t noticed.

So really, Jaster is… it’s just Jango being a teenager, right?

He’ll keep an eye on it.

Jango will come to him when he’s ready.

So.

Montross betrayed them.

Jaster hadn’t seen it coming. Jango had. That might be the only reason Jaster’s alive right now.

There were worse reasons for Jango to have focused on Montross as he had, but not many. Not many at all.

“Are you alright?” Jaster asks, clapping a hand on Jango’s shoulder. Jango twitches under the gesture, looking away from the empty space he’d fixated on. There’s something in his eyes that Jaster would have called unfamiliar a few months ago, but knows too well now. Jango’s always had eyes that are too old for his age, but it’s been more, this past while.

“I’m fine,” Jango says, in that rough and stilted way he’d picked up from… somewhere.

Jaster has the right to worry. He just doesn’t know what it is that he’s worried about, entirely. “Ready to tell me how you knew about Montross?”

Jango’s eyes flick away for a moment, and then back to Jaster. “I’d prefer not to.”

“Ad’ika—”

“I’m not a child,” Jango says, fast and odd and Jaster is begging the stars to tell him what it is that’s changed his son so much.

“You’re my child,” Jaster says.

The look Jango gives him is indecipherable, searching and sad and something that Jaster doesn’t have nearly enough information to really read. “I know. It’s just uncomfortable to hear.”

“Jango—”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jango says, firm and final and frustratingly distant. “Please respect that, buir.”

There is no answer he can give that he hasn’t already. “Alright, I’ll leave it for now. Just… you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

His son looks away from him, and hesitates. He fixes his stare on nothing, ready to just go back to zoning out as he had been, and says, “yes, sir.”

“Right,” Jaster says, and they both know that he isn’t buying it. He sighs, pats Jango on the shoulder again, and heads for the door. “Get some rest, son.”

“Will do.”

The first time Jaster sees The Habit, he thinks it’s something else entirely.

He passes by the door to Jango’s room, and pauses at the sound of a single, agitated voice. The door is open just a crack, enough for the voice to escape, and Jaster steps back to look through it. The room is lit, and Jango is alone.

The boy is pacing, gesturing as he speaks and pausing every little bit. Jaster only sees flashes of this, because he doesn’t want to risk opening the door or invading Jango’s privacy even more, and Jango’s pacing is taking him all over the room. There isn’t an answering voice, and Jaster can’t see a comm from this angle, or even hear the low buzz of a response.

Jaster’s hearing is kind of a mess, though. He’s been in the vicinity of too many explosions for his eardrums to still be in top condition, and he doesn’t bother with the aides unless he’s doing diplomatic work. He’s sure as hell not wearing them in his own home if he doesn’t have to.

Would be nice to have them now, to figure out what the heck is going on with his son.

Jaster catches snippets of what’s being said, but between the lack of visual help and the fact that Jango’s speaking away from the door as often as not, it’s not much.

Jango doesn’t seem distressed, he decides. He’s probably either talking to someone on a comm that’s out of Jaster’s narrow line of sight into the room, or practicing an argument of some sort. Either way, he’s fine. Probably.

Jaster leaves him to it.

It happens again. This time, the door is fully open, and Jaster sees him argue with thin air, dropping names he’s never heard, like Kenobi and Boba and Windu and Tyranus. He seems to circle back to the same spot with his gaze, high up against the wall, and addresses it as ‘ma’am.’

Jaster knocks on the door, this time. It’s open, after all. Jango starts with surprise, and turns to face him. “Buir?”

“Heard you talking,” Jaster says. “Figured if it was loud enough for me to hear, then there was something wrong.”

Jango looks away, a flush rising in his cheeks. “It’s nothing.”

“Who were you arguing with?” Jaster prompts.

“It wasn’t an argument,” Jango says, too quick to be true. He won’t meet Jaster’s eyes. “And it’s… nobody, really. I’m just trying to get my thoughts in order.”

“Practicing for a debate?”

Jango snorts. “Something like that.”

“With…?” Jaster tries.

His son winces, looking away. “The New Mando types, mostly.”

Jaster frowns. “We’re on good terms with Adonai.”

This earns him a shrug. “I have concerns on some things I’ve heard. It might not come to anything, but it’s better to work out how to phrase things ahead of time, isn’t it? If I have to speak?”

Jango is not a good public speaker. Jaster is passable, at least, but Jango is… a work in progress.

“Practice is good,” Jaster tells him. “Maybe close your door next time, though. Keeps people from worrying.”

“Will do, sir.”

Jaster can’t help but ruffle Jango’s hair when he passes him, narrowly avoiding the offended squawk he gets for the act. It’s childish, especially considering how grown up Jango’s been behaving, and the return to something even slightly resembling acting his age is reassuring.

The way that Jango fights is controlled, but often uncertain. It often seems like he doesn’t quite know how to manage his own body, as if the size of it surprises him every other day. Jaster keeps an eye on it, but Jango had a growth spurt pretty recently, and that should probably be enough of an explanation, right?

Sure, Jango’s mistakes seem more like someone who’s adjusting to a smaller reach than they’re used to, not a longer one, but that’s… that’s…

It’s fine, right? Jango’s spending a lot of time practicing his forms, which is good, and he’s keeping up with his studies, doing well, even, and he’s been shining in missions and strategy sessions, keeping his calm when he argues for a tactic or insists on gathering more information or whatever it is this time. Jango’s fine.

Jaster watches him test the weight of a practice sword, swinging it in a set of forms that look more Jedi than anything, but still decidedly Mandalorian, and still testing and hesitant and almost as if he were… trying to reverse engineer lightsaber forms.

Jango’s never met a Jedi. Jaster would know.

Even Jaster’s only ever met two. Jedi are rare, especially outside the Core.

With a stifled noise, Jango takes on an odd jump, awkward and high and decidedly not designed with armor in mind, and lands surprisingly well. Jaster looks at the sharp grin and the confident way his son rises to his feet, the kind of competent that Jaster should be proud of, should be happy with, should support in all ways.

And he worries.

Jaster makes a habit of passing by Jango’s rooms when they have downtime. He’s not hovering, and he’s certainly not suspicious of his own son, but he’s… a parent. Right. He’s a parent, and this is normal for an unsure parent who wants to figure out what their child is going through without prying too much.

Jango has many one-sided conversations. He never has them in public, certainly, and he definitely doesn’t seem to be noticing or reacting to things that aren’t there, but Jaster starts thinking more and more that it’s something to look out for. It’s never big things, not really, but there are moments where Jango just… isn’t right.

It’s been six months, maybe more, when Jaster does roundup after a mission and finds that Jango is at the very edge of the meadow they’d landed the gunship in, right at the treeline, and holding a conversation with a convor.

People have conversations with animals all the time, Jaster thinks, just a touch desperately. One of their medics has a tooka that she talks too like a baby, every day. One of his snipers carries around a snake whenever they’re off duty, wearing it like a scarf and asking it ‘do you believe this shit?’ whenever something even slightly inconvenient happens. Myles wrestles with his father’s akk dog every time he visits home, with the ever popular ‘who’s a good girl’ dropping from his mouth as easily as kisses for the mutt. That slicer that joined up a few months back treats zir carnivorous rabbit as a coding partner, explaining problems in the program until the process of talking it through has led zir to an epiphany.

It's normal to talk to animals. Loads of people do it.

Sure, Jango seems like he’s having more of a business negotiation than a pet conversation with the bird, but it’s still normal, right?

Even if the convor, seemingly wild, nods to something, waits for Jango to raise his arm, and then delicately hops on.

Jango talks to the bird in quiet murmurs for another half hour before they part ways, and Jaster doesn’t know what to think of it.

So his kid is weird, practicing arguments and reinventing lightsaber forms and talking to animals, all normal things done in a decidedly odd way. It’s fine. Jango can be as weird as he wants, so long as he’s being safe, or as safe as a mercenary can be, and working towards being happy. He’s got an injury right now, a large cut that needed stitches and cracked ribs that needed taping, but he’s fine. Jaster almost even believes it.

And then someone shows him a security feed from the galley, something people barely ever look at, even on duty, and it’s Jango. He’s having a meal, alone, in the early hours of the day cycle. Nightmares, maybe, or just an awkwardly shifted internal clock. It’s normal.

It’s normal, it’s all so normal, until he tries to reach for a bowl, stops with a wince as he strains his stitches, and instead floats the dish down.

“So,” the soldier says, low and slow, “did you know?”

“Not this,” Jaster says. He wonders how much of the last months—almost a year now, if he’s being honest with himself—can be explained by this. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ll handle this.”

“As Mand’alor, or as a father?” the soldier asks.

“As a father,” Jaster says, “and if that doesn’t work… we’ll see.”

(Continue on AO3)

#star wars #the clone wars #sw legends #Jango Fett #Jaster Mereel #Depa Billaba #Daughter #Daughter of Mortis #The Winged Goddess #Morai #phoenix files

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notthestarwar · 1 year ago

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snippet from- the lost mand’alor

One day, he was simply gone.

Jango Fett, the lost Mand’alor, had once again disappeared in to the night.

There was no trace.

Gone, and with him? Almost 100 Mando'ade. No trace of any of them, barely anything linking them together.

But Jango Fett? This was a Mand'alor that had been lost to them once before. They'd thought him dead, gone. No man looked for him, no-one awaited his return, and then, Jango Fett had returned to the galaxy.

Would he return to them once more? Could he?

They say he's dead, but they’ve said that before. Myles did not look for him last time, he will not make that mistake again.

Once, Myles had believed that his Mand’alor was dead.

Once, he had sworn fealty to Jango Fett and had not seen that through. He had allowed the shine of the crown to overtake him.

Myles had been less than their Alor deserved, he had abandoned him to slavers and had stolen his throne. Their people paid for that.

They will not do so again.

It had been over a decade since Jango had disappeared.

Gone, along with almost 100 other Mando’ade.

Over 100 Mando’ade, and their king, lost to the depths of the galaxy, never to be seen again.

It was the thing of storytales.

As was Myles himself. A usurper to the throne, left in debt to the King he’d tried to replace.

He’d thought Jango dead. He hadn’t looked for him. He left him to rot on a slave ship and then, Jango had returned.

Myles had been trying to atone ever since, not that Jango made it easy.

Jango hadn’t been dead. He’d fought his way off that slave ship and returned to them.

But a part of their Alor never made it back.

That was thanks to Myles. Had he looked, Jango wouldn’t have spent so long on that ship. He might have left it whole.

The Jango that returned to them, was a shadow of who he’d once been. He was a ghost, when Myles returned it, the crown fell right through him.

He didn’t stay.

Jango left again, this time by choice they said. But Myles had known there was more to it than that.

Myles had left him, and now he’d forgotten what it was to stay.

It was up to Myles, to make that right.

And so he’d tried and he’d tried again. Jango was lost and then, each time, he was found.

Each time he was lost, they said there was no sense in looking. They said that he did not want to be found. They said that he could not be found. They said he’d died on that ship.

But Myles knew.

He had believed them once, and Jango had been less dead than assumed. So he would not believe them now.

Jango was out there, waiting to be found, and the responsibility fell to one, and one only. Myles had forgotten his leader and in doing so, his leader may have forgotten himself.

It was up to Myles to find him. It was up to Myles to remind him.

And it always would be, because Myles owed Jango Fett a debt, one that it would take a lifetime to settle.

It had been ten years since Jango went missing for the last time.

Not a whisper.

This time they are sure of it. They say that he is dead this time for sure.

They say that Myles is wasting his time, wasting his life, looking.

But had they not once told a tale of a king thought lost who'd returned when his people needed him? Jango had been lost before and he'd returned to them.

He was a man who'd already lived the impossible, he'd already shown that he could come back to them, and he would do so once again.

Myles was sure of it, he would make sure of it.

a long shot lol but does anyone want to read 2 versions of the chapter this is from (like 4k) and tell me which they prefer? this is from an inprogress work and i’ve hit a bit of a slump with it (right at the last sprint. there are 2 chapters to go and they are 70% written in my drafts and have been for months) and have started doubting the whole thing and started rewriting chapter 1

problem is i cant figure out if the rewrite is better or worse.

for context: the whole fic is about Jango but he’s not really in it. the main character is Myles, who is searching for him. this snippet is from version 2, version 1 remains posted to ao3

#myles the mandalorian #jango fett #jango #snippet #star wars fic #fic #my writing ntwyw #this post keeps undoing all of its formatting and i have no idea why

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yukipri · 2 years ago

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What are your star wars ships? It's been a year and still love your art, you always surprise me

Hey there! Thank you so much for enjoying my art, I'm glad it hasn't started to bore you yet!

Generally speaking, in terms of romantic ships, I like Most Characters x Obi-Wan, who I prefer as a bottom. I also consistently ship (and actively prefer!) polyamorous ships.

Currently, of those ships, the ones I specifically like enough to create content for are, in no particular order:

・Cody x Obi-Wan

・Jango x Obi-Wan

・Rex x Obi-Wan

・Alpha-17 x Obi-Wan

・Fordo x Obi-Wan

・212th Attack Battalion (any/all) x Obi-Wan

・Clones (any/all) x Obi-Wan

(and any combinations there within)

etc.

Sorta low-key, but I also like:

・Boba x Din

・Paz x Din

This is my second time coming back to SW to make content, and the first time, in 2016, my primary ships were:

・Anakin x Obi-Wan

・Qui-Gon x Obi-Wan

While I still like these ships (QuiObi not as much), it's probably not enough that I'll personally create more stuff for them atm.

I also enjoy plenty of other characters with Obi-Wan, though if I had to specify, maybe Quinlan and Maul more than most?

There are plenty of other ships that I like on the side, as well as ships I don't mind but probably wouldn't go out of my way to make content for. There are a very small handful of ships I dislike and respectfully avoid.

All of this being said, I'm a creator who creates far more platonic content than romantic. In fact, I can only ever care about romantic relationships if there is a strong and established platonic relationship first. For these reasons, I'm far more invested and interested in the platonic relationships between Obi-Wan and the clones/Fett and the romance is like an optional add-on.

But even more than anything including Obi-Wan, my current "ships" that I am *most* invested in are the complicated platonic relationships between Cody, Jango, Rex, Alpha-17, Fordo, Boba, Ninety-Nine, and so many more clones. I am deeply invested in exploring and developing clone culture and their fascinating society. So this is where the vast majority of my time and effort is being spent!

Thanks for asking, and I hope this sorta answers your question!

❀ ❀ Send YukiPri an Ask! ❀ ❀

#YukiPri replies #Anonymous #Codywan #Jangobi #and a lot more #idk for someone who has a lotta ships I sure don't draw the often lmao

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mandalorianchronicles · 2 years ago

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Who should be Mand'alor?

I'd like to begin with one vital point.

Din having the Darksaber doesn't make him Mand'alor. If I have to make this an automatic message from my blog every week, so help me. Please, I'm begging you - go watch Rebels if you don't believe me. That isn't how the Darksaber works. That's NEVER how the Darksaber worked. It was passed down person to person in the Vizsla family line for generations. Sometimes a Mand'alor had it. In legends, if you defeated a Mand'alor in combat, you could become the new Mand'alor. But the Darksaber didn't always get won from one Mand'alor to another Mand'alor. It's a heirloom of House Vizsla more than a Mand'alor sceptor. Here's a recap of how many times the Darksaber changed hands from The Great Clan Wars (which Jango Fett and Bo-Katan's father fought in) to the present timeline: 1)Tor Vizsla (who founded Death Watch) had the Darksaber *while* Jastor Mereel was Mand'alor. It was entrusted to 2)Pre Vizsla after Tor died. Pre was immediately defeated by 3)Maul in battle. 4)Sabine found it and learned to use it. It was taken by 5)Gar Saxon, and then she won it back from him in battle. 6)Sabine, as its rightful owner, entrusted it to 7)Bo-Katan, who accepted it only after the rest of the clans united to follow her lead to defeat the Empire. When the Purge happened, 8)Gideon took it (he most certainly did not win it from her in single combat). 9)Din won it in battle from Gideon. He could decide to keep it or to give it up. He wanted to entrust it to Bo-Katan once more, but Bo would not accept it again because some of her people have come to think that the *only* way to be its rightful owner is to win it in combat. Bo wielded it again to defend Din, but chose to return it to him, even though one could argue she had a claim to it. In summary, out of the last 8 different people to wield the Darksaber, only Bo-Katan has been an actual Mand'alor.

Also, I'd like to remind the fan base that Din doesn't have to become Mand'alor just because he's the main character. I'm not saying that he couldn't or that he shouldn't, though, I'd honestly prefer he didn't, at this point. If he becomes Mand'alor, he's pretty much going to be tied up in rebuilding and reconstruction efforts forever. Can you imagine Din Djarin in Greef's shoes? Me neither. Din Djarin's shebs are not suited for a throne, but maybe that's just me. I could see him as more of a Protector, like Fenn Rau. They were comprised of Mandalorians from all clans. I think Grogu would also be suited to that role.

Bo-Katan is a natural leader, which we have seen time and time again in TCW, Rebels, and The Mandalorian. The repeated failures of the Mandalorians to throw off the yoke of the Empire were not because of her failures as a leader. Rebellions are not always successful, but those who survive the aftermath can rebuild. Bo-Katan had kept faith in her people and the dream of restoring their civilization. When the last of her followers lost faith in that cause, it all but extinguished her hope.

But then Din Djarin came strolling down her halls and asked to join her. She bitterly told him there was nothing to join. She was alone. But when he needed help, she came without hesitation. And then when her home was destroyed, he offered her a place in his home and with his people. She soon realized that - though their beliefs were very orthodox - these Mandalorians still believed in a restored Mandalore. And as effortlessly as she always has, she became a leader among them.

Bo-Katan's failures have never been due to her inability to lead...but rather because of the insurmountable odds that have been against them all from the beginning. But here and now, in the breath of space between Empire and First Order, the Mandalorians have a chance to rebuild and gain strength once more. They have an opportunity to remake themselves into something better than what they were - hopefully, even do away with the archaic system of feudal clans and shoguns and create a new, sustainable system of government that can pave the way for future generations of warriors and non-warriors alike.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #mand'alor #the darksaber #bo-katan #house vizsla

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revan-rp-5442 · 3 days ago

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Looking for RP Partners

Howdy how's gowin stranger?

It's Ivanna (they/them), your friendly neighborhood fic dealer. I am breaking into the RP scene and figured "why not do it here"

Getting to it, 18+ only please. I do have experience writing and would prefer longer exchanges (2 or 3 paragraphs at least), as well as good grammar and spelling. Dependant on how this goes down, I am able to do RPs here through private messages or through discord. I prefer cannon x cannon ships and lean towards MLM for the most part.

I prefer to work in the Cannon verse, however AU/cannon divergence is always welcome. Before beginning, I would be open to discussing prompts/tropes to include and hard boundaries / triggers.

If you are interested message me here and I will get back to you asap. Here is a list of fandoms I would like to RP for I would prefer to RP for the character bolded but I could be persuaded :

(also ??? Signifies that there could be multiple ships and I wouldn't really mind whichever)

Hannibal (NBC)

- Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Merlin ( TV Show )

- Merlin x Arthur Pendragon

Marvel

- Tony Stark x ???

( Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Bucky Barnes )

- Matt Murdock x ???

( Foggy Nelson, Frank Castle, Wade Wilson )

- Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent

- Harley Quinn x Pamela Isley

Star Wars

- Obi-Wan Kenobi x ???

( Commander Cody, Jango Fett, Quinlan Voss )

- Din Djarin x ???

( Luke Skywalker, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Paz Visla)

Supernatural

- Dean Winchester x Castiel

Harry Potter

- Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

- James Potter x Regulus Black

If you have one that's not on here just ask, I've probably heard / read about it at this point and it can be discussed.

#roleplay #role play #star wars #marvel #dc universe #dcu #bbc merlin #hannibal #harry potter #supernatural #fanfic #ao3 #discord rp

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korechthonia · 2 months ago

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korechthonia ITPE2024 Dear Podficcer

Dear Podficcer,

I'm so glad you're maybe making me a thing! I'm really looking forward to seeing (hearing!) what you come up with! To help us both on this journey, here are a bunch of lists!

Here is a brief list of tropes I adore:

Soulmates (both played straight and subverted, of varieties romantic to cracktastic)

Background characters getting their day in the spotlight

Canon divergence AUs & fix-it fic (including time travel shenanigans)

Polyamory

Mutual pining

Identity porn

Enemies to lovers

Fake dating

Arranged marriages

World-building

Rarepairs

Politicing - laws and negotiations and diplomacy and all that jazz

Fusions - daemons, Pacific Rim, Temeraire, but also if i don't need to know too many details and the second universe is loved enough, I'm interested

Women being awesome and empowered to succeed in whatever their definition of succeed is

Here are things I very much Do Not Want:

Teacher/student or parent/child shipping, even in AUs where that isn't their relationship

Non-con (allusions to past occurrences excepted)

Reader-insert fic

Unhappy endings (bittersweet/ambiguously optimistic is okay, just not nothing but sad)

Highly explicit and/or lengthy sex scenes

Podfic preferences:

I appreciate and listen to all lengths, but definitely have a soft spot for the 1-2.5 hour range (for chores listening!)

Massive weakness for epistolary & non-traditional formats

Very happy for sound effects and/or music, except for general ambient sound effects under long stretches of reading, but also very fine to not have any!

Repods of things I've done are totally okay!

I have blanket permission to podfic, but there's definitely some of my older fic that I've written that I am not strictly proud of - feel free to podfic any of it! But not all of it would make a good gift for me.

Peruse my bookmarks and works created for an idea of what is making me happy/intrigued right now and over time, and feel free to take up any of them if they inspire you! (But things in the "podfic me maybe" collection may have ended up there for specific challenge reasons, it's not a perfect system)

Here are details about my biggest/always happy to return to fandoms that you should know:

Star Wars

The prequels are my general focus. Massive multi-shipper of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but particularly with Jango Fett, Cody, Fox, Jaster Mereel, and Jango/Obi-Wan/[a third] (eg. Jango/Obi-Wan/Satine, Jango/Obi-Wan/Myles etc).

I love the clones! I was about to start listing favourites and then was pretty sure I was just going to list every clone I could think of. Neutral-to-positive on cloneshipping.

Adore rarepairs with Jedi and clones or Jedi and Mandalorians

Rogue One-wise, Jyn/Cassian always and forever, everyone lives AUs preferred

Mandalorian-era, I like Boba/Din, Boba & Fennec & their Tatooine crime family thing, Din & Grogu family vibes, but not Din/Paz or Din/Omera or Armorer/Bo-Katan

Sequel-wise, Rey/Finn/Poe, Rey/Poe, and Rey/Jessica Pava are the preferred ships.

Mandalorian culture, jedi culture, Tatooine slave culture, any other space culture, I will be intrigued and delighted to hear. EXCEPT the First Order or the Empire - they are space!Nazis.

Absolutely NO master/apprentice ships or Kylo Ren related ships.

Tortall

Protector of the Small era is my preferred point in the timeline!

Keladry/Dom is in fact my OTP, but aroace Kel is also good.

Incidental Daine/Numair and Aly/Nawat is fine because they're canon, but not the focus. Any of those characters individually is great.

Never really got into the Bekah series

Les Miserables

Enjolras/Grantaire or Les Amis de l'ABC-centric (excluding Jehan/Montparnasse)

Canon era or AUs that are not high school or college AUs - either different historical eras, or with added magic or specific workplaces or *something*

Greek Mythology

It is all about the ladies, honestly. Particularly like Persephone stories!

A Song of Ice and Fire

Sansa/literally anyone where she gets to realise her own power and escape from being traumatized all the time is a MUST (Jon, Tyrion, Jaime, Oberyn, Willas, and Margaery have all been hits in the past but that is not an exclusive list).

Not a fan of Dany, but dislike genocidal maniac versions of her even more.

Don't particularly care for the Bran storyline or the Iron Islands ones.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (and the Heroes of Olympus)

Annabeth Chase, my beloved

Their later teenage years (Heroes of Olympus era) are more interesting to me than their first few years

Still haven't read the Trials of Apollo, so nothing based in that era

Pride and Prejudice

Elizabeth/Mr. Darcy or Elizabeth/Colonel Fitzwilliam are both acceptable!

Be nice to Mrs. Bennett, she's not wrong to be stressed

Goncharov

It is about Katya/Sofia and the vibes, not any relation to anything people have tried to reverse-engineer about what the plot is.

Star Trek: AOS

Jim/Bones, whole crew fic, anything with Joanna McCoy

Check Please!

Parse/Bitty/Jack is OT3, but I'm interested in any Kent ship except Jack/Kent exclusively, and as long as there's no Kent bashing I'm interested in Jack/Bitty as well

Crossover with hockey RPF is a-okay!

Hockey RPF

the Canucks are my team

Quinn Hughes/Matthew Tkachuk, Elias Pettersson/Brock Boeser, Matthew Tkachuk/Leon Draisaitl, Ovi/Nicke are some favourite ships

will not read/record anything with any players involved in assault (alleged or otherwise) or who have been vocally racist/homophobic/etc

not interested in featuring Boston or Chicago, or players born after 2000

#fandom my heart

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