#jango fett character preferences

[eruditegeek]

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.

[hetalianskywalker]

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.

[ravensilversea]

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.

[phoenixyfriend]

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.”

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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 )

DC

- 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.

[notthestarwar]

i'm Bee

this is a side blog but i like everything i reblog from my main to keep track

disclaimer that I am an adult and tbh I don't tend to police what i reblog. things may have mature themes and so i'd prefer minors not to follow me.

i'm a great believer in ship and let ship. if i don't vibe with something you like, i'm armed with both a filter list and a back button

i love to talk about tragedy and explore characters when i'm in a good mood. when i'm in a bad mood you can pretty much expect shitpost edits. i have a ridiculous sense of humour.

i suck at tagging. i pretty much fast reblog everything so any tags have to be added as an edit after the fact. posting is not even a little bit regular. i dont use my queue and do continuously reblog things whenever i'm feeling them.

i write sometimes. ao3: nottheoneyouwant

i'm still pretty new to writing and consider everything on there to be drafts pending rewrite if i'm honest. but theres no time frame for that, its largely just cause i'm a perfectionist lol.

i also make webweaves exploring various star wars characters

stuff i've made-

character webs:

Fox

Cody Cody 2

Boba

Kix

Obi Wan

Anakin (1 2 3 4 5)

Jango (1 2 3 4 5 6)

Is Jango a father to the clones

Clones

Some extra Jango quotes that didnt make it in to an actual web

Sources and text are in alt but pls let me know if there's any mistakes

Writing-

Shorter works

Prince of a thousand enemies (Fox after order 66 series)

You could make this place beautiful (cody mod. au character study)

Part of me died here so another could go on (Cody finds his brother)

Part of me died here so another could go on (Cody finds his brother)

Multichaps

When is a monster not a monster, oh when you love it (ghost jaster)

Dead from the beginning (anakin & obi wan timeloop)

What the living do (Ghost Jango haunts the negotigator) v1 v2

The last days of Jango Fett (police au. heavy on the corruption)

People rarely get what they deserve (jango & cody canon divergence)

Mand'alor the lost (myles & obi wan & satine look for jango)

[mand'alor the lost is only going here cause ppl have been asking about it lol. its finished and the arc is final, but i have full intentions of rewriting.]

[mandalorianchronicles]

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.

[canonrpfinder]

Hello there,

I’m a 30+ Rper looking for fandom role plays.I only write with ADULTS 18 and older because I do prefer NSFW and Dark Themes. Also I only do M/M and I am not interested in OC’s.

I DO NOT WRITE WITH WRITERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!!!!!!

I am currently obsessed with writing Obi Wan or Din Djarin in Star Wars 

 Some Pairings I love: 

Obi Wan/Cody Obi Wan/ Vader (hence darker rps) 

Obi Wan/Jango Fett 

Obi Wan/ Qui Gon Jinn 

Obi Wan/Grievous 

Obi Wan/Count Dooku 

Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth 

Din Djarin/Bobba Fett 

Din Djarin/Migs Mayfield 

If there is a Male Canon Character you like and it is not on here send me a message

and we may be able to figure something out.

Link to my profile for more details: Athenea199 RPG Profile

My Discord is Athenea199#6530 if interested add me🖊️

✒

[roleplay-today]

Hello there,

I’m a 30+ Rper looking for someone to play opposite my Obi Wan in the Star Wars fandom. I only write with ADULTS 18 and older because I do prefer NSFW and Dark Themes. Also i only do M/M

All though Obi Wan/COdy will always be my OTP and I am always up for writing them,I am looking for a DEAD DOVE sort of fic that involves the following couples with me writing Obi Wan

Obi Wan/Vader 

Obi Wan/Grievous

Obi Wan/Dooku

Obi Wan/Jango Fett

Obi Wan/Other Male Canon Character

My Discord is Athenea199#6530 if interested add me🖊️

[yo-aroleplayfinder]

Hello there,

I’m a 30+ Rper looking for someone to play opposite my Obi Wan in the Star Wars fandom. I only write with ADULTS 18 and older because I do prefer NSFW and Dark Themes. Also i only do M/M

All though Obi Wan/COdy will always be my OTP and I am always up for writing them,I am looking for a DEAD DOVE sort of fic that involves the following couples with me writing Obi Wan

Obi Wan/Vader 

Obi Wan/Grievous

Obi Wan/Dooku

Obi Wan/Jango Fett

Obi Wan/Other Male Canon Character

My Discord is Athenea199#6530 if interested add me🖊️

YO YO YO ADD ON DISCORD IF INTERESTED!!!!!!!!

[notthestarwar]

 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

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi hi, here for the SW Blind Date thing. Thanks for doing this, it's awesome.

About me: ISFJ personality type with a side of ADHD. I consider myself hugely introverted. I'm kinda typically nerdy, videogames, ttrpgs, all that.

I value my family a huge amount, they are one of my non-negotiables in life.

I'm an avid writer and and hopeless romantic who ironically has science degree.

I like adventures but I'm happy when they are balanced with staying home to cuddle on the couch.

So, I think that covers it. No gender or character preferences.

Thanks again!

I hope you don't mind, I set you up with more of a "wild card" for the evening. He just came back from a long trip away and said he needed to get out and get his mind off things.

Your date is...

✨Jango Fett!✨

He's been a bachelor forever and tends to keep things casual in his love life. But that's not to say he isn't a hopeless romantic himself. Once he finds the right person, he'll be all about the roses, tender songs, and romantic getaways. Maybe you will end up being that person for him? 

He certainly likes that your date kicks off to a good start, that despite you both being on the quieter side, you manage to figure out quickly you have a lot of interests in common and the conversation takes off from there. Who would have thought, a busy guy like him being a gamer in his downtime? At a certain point, he finds himself trying to explain a new game he picked up and realizes it'll just be easier to show you, and so your date continues on his ship as you get lost in trying to beat each other on every level.

Jango is very observant and will pick up on any queues you may have when you're ready to finally end the date. He won't pressure you for anything more, though he really lays on the charm with his parting words, just to woo you a little bit and hopefully get a chance at a second date. 

✨

Want to be set up on a blind date with a Star Wars character?

[canonrpfinder]

Hello there,

I’m a 30+ Rper looking for someone to play opposite my Obi Wan in the Star Wars fandom. I only write with ADULTS 18 and older because I do prefer NSFW and Dark Themes. Also i only do M/M

All though Obi Wan/COdy will always be my OTP and I am always up for writing them,I am looking for a DEAD DOVE sort of fic that involves the following couples with me writing Obi Wan

Obi Wan/Vader 

Obi Wan/Grievous

Obi Wan/Dooku

Obi Wan/Jango Fett

Obi Wan/Other Male Canon Character

My Discord is Athenea199#6530 if interested add me🖊️

✒

[where-dreamers-go]

How They Act When They Like You A Lot - Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker - It didn't faze him in the slightest. If anything at all that changed, Anakin thought about you even more than average for him.

Armitage Hux - Hux made it priority not to act differently around you. That being said, he was nicer to you than anyone else. While at the same time he made sure everyone treated you fairly. Sometimes he felt as if he was walking around in circles trying to keep the new knowledge of his feelings to himself and only to himself.

Asajj Ventress - She showed no difference. None that were perfectly obvious anyway. Asajj didn't want you to be her weakness. Therefore she kept her flirtations to a minimum.

Aayla Secura - The new knowledge didn't effect her heavily. Aayla took her feelings for you in stride and confidence. Also taking each opportunity to speak with you privately. Aayla had it covered.

Boba Fett - Boba was extremely conflicted when he realized what he felt for you was real. Yet he still questioned himself. So he'd be wanting to avoid you for a good long while. He had to get things sorted in his head. There would be a time when he met with you again. Eventually.

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren - Hid in his quarters for almost an entire week. He could not face you. He didn't want anyone to know and worried how you would react if you found out.

Bodhi Rook - Bodhi was in shock about his personal discovery. Not entirely sure what to do with himself. He then found himself staring at you with racing thoughts more regularly. He just needed to take things one tiny step at a time.

Cassian Andor - Took more strict guidelines on which missions you should and should not be a part of. His protectiveness multiplied to an extensive level. He always kept an eye on you or told K2-SO to do so.

Dopheld Mitaka - Once the realization hit Mitaka, he was suddenly afraid to approach you as he usually did. He didn't want to be obvious with his feelings. Yet he hardly had a choice, you worked side by side everyday. He took up a new breathing technique the same day.

Feral - Feral took his newfound feelings for you with fluid ease. He even accepted the challenge of finding out if you liked him back.

Finn - Finn knew that he liked you, but when he realized just how much he liked you, he was in a state of shock.

Grand Inquisitor - After the knowledge of his feelings came to light, he pondered on the thoughts of any chances of a future with you. Not that the leader of the Inquisitorius knew what to classify you as, you weren't entirely a follower. He was not even entirely sure what the feelings he held towards you all meant. What he knew for certain was that he would need to keep you away from those that could threaten your life or worse.

Han Solo - Knowing that he liked you so much didn't put Han into shock nor silence. It grounded him. No literally of course. Although he was soon back to putting on his mask of suave confidence whenever you were in the same proximity.

Jango Fett - Being the busy bounty hunter that he was, this was a surprise for him. Jango had other things to attend to. Knowing he had strong feelings for you was not in his agenda. All meaning that he tried to act normal as humanly possible.

Jyn Erso - She took the news as well as she could. Jyn liked you and she trusted you, which meant she did not act much different than usual. Liking you a lot and not telling you was fine. That was enough for her for the moment.

Luke Skywalker - As soon as he realized, Luke would be on the look out for any possible suitors that could challenge his chances with you. It was a defense he had. He kept all of his feelings for you hidden. Yet sometimes his mouth would betray him as his thoughts about you slipped out in the company of others. He always snuck glances at you. Always trying to tell you all that he knew to share his knowledge. Not to forget showing off with practicing using the Force.

Leia Organa - Leia was a busy woman. Once she realized that she liked you to the extent that she did, she came to challenge you more. It was her way of seeing if her feelings were justified and that you were worth all of the attention her mind gave you.

Maul - Maul didn't have many opportunities or instances where he actually liked someone. It was another situation entirely when he dove into understanding his fondness of you. He was very curious. Liking you so much and knowing it made Maul question himself and you even more.

Obi-wan Kenobi - Obi-wan didn't want to acknowledge that he felt anything more than friendship. Yet when he looked at you or you would touch his arm so gently, he was a mixture of emotions. It was uncharted territory for the most part. He seemed much more vulnerable around you then.

Padmé Amidala - A proud leader and diplomat, Padmé was unsure of acting upon her feelings. She decided to be more cautious of her time spent with you because she wasn't sure what she might say to you next.

Poe Dameron - Once the thoughts solidified in his mind, Poe started planning ways to get you further away from the First Order. Even if that meant stunning you and putting you on a transport ship to a safe planetary system. He knew you would be pretty ticked off about it, but he's be happy for the most part.

Rey - She knew the first twenty-four hours how she felt about you. Then later when you were spending more time with her, she came to know how deep her feelings were. Rey agreed with herself and rolled with it. She just happened to be nicer and gentler to you than anyone else.

Rose - Rose wasn't one to shy away from speaking her mind. However when it came to knowing her strong feelings for, she was seconds away from expressing them with more than words.

Savage Opress - This Nightbrother wasn't sure what to do. He had never experienced those sort of feelings before you were in the picture. He was visibly lost and stood by your side more than average. Added that he vied for your attention even more.

Thrawn - For Thrawn, realizing he liked you so much meant that you were extremely special to him. He took his feelings for you very seriously. Added that he didn't like just anyone, which meant you were protected more than you knew.

[findyourrp]

Hello there,

I’m a 30+ Rper looking for someone to play opposite my Obi Wan in the Star Wars fandom. I only write with ADULTS 18 and older because I do prefer NSFW and Dark Themes. Also i only do M/M

All though Obi Wan/COdy will always be my OTP and I am always up for writing them,I am looking for a DEAD DOVE sort of fic that involves the following couples with me writing Obi Wan

Obi Wan/Vader 

Obi Wan/Grievous

Obi Wan/Dooku

Obi Wan/Jango Fett

Obi Wan/Other Male Canon Character

My Discord is Athenea199#6530 if interested add me🖊️

.

[phoenixyfriend]

@seethestarsalittlecloser answered:

Kiwi linguist here! Aotearoa New Zealand actually has several different accents, but I have never heard "Aotearoan" used to describe something coming from Aotearoa. In linguistic circles, the accent/dialect I believe you are describing is Standard New Zealand English - which is the name linguists use to describe the way Pakeha speak english. Maori New Zealand English is the official term for the unique ways Maori people use the English language and their accent.

For the Pakeha English, I believe using the term New Zealand English should be fine, but speakers of Maori New Zealand English may have alternative names for their language that they prefer. I only know accepted academic practice. The use of "Aotearoan" doesn't sound right to me, however, as that would be using an English suffix on a te reo maori word.

Thank you so much! Yeah, I didn't realize until you pointed out that I haven't... ever actually checked that the adjectival form of Aotearoa that I'd seen was actually correct in anyway. (I just figured that it got declined/conjugated the way a lot of loan words do, given English's history.)

I'll add context below the cut since it's significantly less important than the actual question lol:

In this case, I'm discussing how actor accents reflect a fictional setting, namely that the Star Wars planet Concord Dawn has two known characters that we actually hear speak: Jango Fett (played by Temuera Morrison, a Maori man from Aotearoa), and Rako Hardeen, voiced by James Arnold Taylor (an American voice actor; while he also voices Obi-Wan, he does use an American accent for Hardeen). I'm applying this to the interpretation as Concord Dawn having a different accent in the 'mountains' of the spiny destroyed bits than in the 'plains' that are used agriculturally elsewhere.

However, in explaining how I was structuring the headcanon, I ran in to the problem of not knowing if there was a terminology shift in describing Tem's accent in particular, and the family of NZE accents in general.

(Just checked your blog and you 100% know Star Wars lore 🤦‍♀️ but I'll leave up the explanation for anyone who sees the post get reblogged.)

So I know that current best practice is to refer to New Zealand as Aotearoa whenever possible, but:

When speaking about English and accents-for-English, it does feel a bit odd to say 'Aotearoan English' instead of 'New Zealand English/New Zealander accent,' since the English language and the English name are a result of the same colonization. Like, 'this is the accent of the language, in that language' or whatever. Should I refer to it as an Aotearoan accent, or does that suggest a slightly different accent, like which word you use to describe the accent indicates which language you learned first or which region you live in?

IDK, what do you guys think? I don't expect it to cause much fuss, whichever I use in this footnote, but I want to know if there's already a standard, and I couldn't figure out how to phrase the search for a search engine to help.

(I tend to overthink accent stuff due to my own background in terms of language; my first language was Serbian, but I speak Serbian with a noticeable American accent, and my parents speak English with a noticeable Serbian accent; despite that, people can still notice that my Serbian is of a Belgrade-and-rural-Croatia variety, because that's where my parents are from, so I arguably also have a Belgrade accent, which... yeah. Overthinking, and assuming other people/languages have the same kind of overthinking..)