#jedi!Jon

[fierypen37]

moodboard by @libradoodle1

[puppeteerpoet]

Sometimes a comfort character is a character that barely had a moment of comfort their entire life

[blueflipflops]

I think one of my favorite genre of clone centric star wars fics are where Fox and the Coruscant Guard gets their own jedi. Usually by digging through trash chutes. There's usually a jedi there or two. Fox found them so he's keeping them. And this somehow saves the galaxy.

[david-talks-sw]

What are your thoughts on the je'daii? Do they even work, like I find myself irritated by the concept because people often use them to validate/prove the notion that "balance = both sides of the Force"

If you stick to what George Lucas said, in Star Wars a person being "balanced" is someone who accepts their inner darkness and resists its pull nonetheless.

When fans mention the Je'daii, it's usually in the context of:

"The Jedi downgraded from the Je'daii, limited their studies of the Force, refusing to study the Dark Side was a mistake. It was an original sin that caused them to create an imbalance within them."

Which is weird, to me, because the whole point of the comic's narrative is that:

the Je’daii Order’s way was doomed to fail.

Introduced in the Legends comic series Dawn of the Jedi (2012), the Je'daii are the predecessors of the Jedi. They are an order of Force users who studied and practiced both the Light Side and the Dark Side in hopes of finding Balance.

The reasoning is simple: everyone has a bit of good and bad in them, you learn to master the good and the bad sides inside of you, indulging them equally. But while this method seems sound on paper… it didn't work.

Consider that they’re already dabbling with the Dark Side...

... but hey, at least they’re aware of its dangers, they’re trying to be responsible about it.

There's a support system where they all warn each other when they're about to cross a line. But even then, there's many who've fallen and been exiled to a moon, to be rehabilitated.

Suddenly, circumstances compel all of them to use the Forcesaber, a weapon that only activates when you draw on the Dark Side.

And that does something to them. Over the course of a year, they all become increasingly aggressive.

Soon, a faction breaks off because they no longer want to stop using the Forcesaber. They’re addicted to the Dark Side.

A war ensues, at the end of which the Jedi Order is born, a group of Force users who:

acknowledge and accept their inner darkness,

while also striving to overcome it rather than give it power.

So that’s the moral of the whole Je’daii story.

Their idea of "Balance by wielding both" was actually so fragile and difficult to maintain that all it took was a little push for them to become vulnerable to the Dark Side's temptation.

Hell, even after the Jedi Order was established, one of its founders, Master Rajivari - who in Dawn of the Jedi (2012) is framed as a wise ex-general who, albeit strict, spends his days meditating and philosophizing - he goes to the Dark Side too! 

Because that's how the Dark Side works.

The Dark Side isn’t just "negative feelings" or a "bad guy superpower" that you can mix with a "good guy superpower" to unleash the ultimate 'Force blast'. This isn’t an anime.

The Dark Side is a drugs/smoking/drinking addiction.

It's selfish, temporary pleasure. The more you consume it...

... the more you get addicted...

... and the more it consumes you right back...

... until nothing remains.

Jon Ostrander, who wrote Dawn of the Jedi (2012), echoed this sentiment multiple times:

“As I see it, those working on the light side work with the Force, channeling it, open and sensitive to what it tells them. They serve it. Those on the dark side try to impose their will on the Force, to make it do their will, to make it serve them. The Je’daii believe in a balance between the light and the dark side and so attempt to use both. Problem is, a balance is hard to maintain and the dark side is so very seductive.” - John Ostrander, LA Times, 2012

“The Je'daii aren't light side or dark side, although they know and are aware of both. Instead they seek a balance in the Force between light and dark. Balance, however, is a difficult thing to maintain and there is always the danger of falling wholly to the dark side — and some Je'daii have done so.” - John Ostrander, Newsarama, 2012

And this is a recurring theme throughout all of Ostrander’s comics, by the way. Be it with the Je’daii, but also with Quinlan Vos or Cade Skywalker, the point remains the same: 

"Yes, wielding the Dark Side gives you great power, and you get to show off some badass new tricks...

… but it ultimately destroys you and everyone around you."

Remember: if it weren’t for Cade or Quin’s loved ones, neither of them would have come back from the Dark Side. They aren't badasses because they can use Force Lightning, they're badasses because they found the strength to give that up.

So if you genuinely think the Jedi "downgraded" by refusing to give the Dark Side more power than it already has on them... you're missing the point.

“It’s not about ripping things out of the sky using the Force or Force Lightning. A lot of people, they think “oh look how powerful Vader is, look how powerful the Emperor is, I want to play be the bad guy because I get these powers”. It’s an empty feeling, at the end of the day, after the moment. [...] The Dark Side is a spiral downward that you’re trapped in.” - Dave Filoni, “Force of Rebellion”, 2018

It was an upgrade.

Framing "balance" as "equal Dark and Light Side" is like consuming one (1) salad a day and one (1) whole bottle of vodka and calling that "balanced". No, buddy, that'll kill you. Because:

The vodka is better at being destructive than the salad is at making you healthy.

It's won't stay just one bottle per day. It'll eventually become two, three, etc.

Because as George Lucas stated time and again, resisting the Dark Side is a constant struggle.

So that's my two cents.

You've probably already heard about the recent announcement of a Dawn of the Jedi feature film, a biblical epic that will be directed by James Mangold.

And truth be told... it scares me SO much that we came THIS close to an Episode IX: Duel of the Fates that framed "balance" as - you guessed it - giving equal power to your light and darkness.

Like, how did this ⬆️ get as far as it did? Did nobody think to sit Colin Trevorrow down and explain to him that he fundamentally misunderstands how the Force works?

So all I can do is cross my fingers and hope James Mangold has a better grasp of - if not the lore (I wouldn't be surprised if the words "Je'daii" or "Tython" aren't uttered once in the film) - at least the message.

[antianakin]

I've decided the only valid answer to the question of "Could another Master have trained Anakin better/saved Anakin from Falling" is Jon Antilles.

This has absolutely nothing to do with any sort of personality differences between Jon Antilles and Obi-Wan or any belief that Jon Antilles would be a better teacher or has anything in particular in common with Anakin, and everything to do with the pure rage-fueled aneurysm that being Jon Antilles's Padawan would give to Palpatine as he tries to contact Anakin and is told for the 7th time now that Anakin and his Master were just declared dead again and no one's sure if it's stuck this time.

[roosjem]

New chapter up! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[devine-fem]

@g1rlr0b1n once told me “I just tune it out if its not jondami.” and that is resonating with me on a spiritual, past life, astral configuration typa way right now like yes! exactly! a revolution.

[rooksunday]

the au where fox was actually a slicer but flew too close to the sun and got smacked down and shoved into a frontie xo position and has… some kind of … space implant (another one) that prevents him from slicing stuff on pain of pain. then he ends up in a position where he has to hack the planet use his skills and yes this is a hackers/clone wars fusion but MORE IMPORTANTLY it’s jon antilles in the catsuit

[demigoddessqueens]

It’s not May 4th yet but it feels like it today!!!

[roachsauce]

the most guy ever

[fierypen37]

I Will Do Anything You Ask

moodboard by @libradoodle1​

 I Will Do Anything You Ask

 The Clone War, as the journalists coined it, raged now into its seventh month. Seven months since the Battle of Vaes Tolorro. Seven months since Daenerys and Jon had wed in secret on Westeros. And three months, seven days and ten hours since she had last seen him. Forbidden love turned out to be a damned hard occupation. Moments of joy and intimacy stolen. Feigned indifference in mixed company. Long, lonely nights with nothing to distract herself from her worry. It rested in her heart, calcified, rattling around with each beat. Rigorous exercise and zeal for her work wore her into exhaustion. Several ragged hours of sleep before the cycle began again.

Daenerys lamented not being born Force-sensitive. Had she been, she and Jon could have heard each other’s thoughts through the Force, at least when they were on the same planet. As things stood, Daenerys had to make sure her gaze didn’t linger too long or too unguarded. Daenerys buried her nose in her wine glass without tasting the usually excellent vintage. There he was, not six steps from her! Every cell of her body and soul sang at the sight of him. Tall and strong and whole.

His hair! She hadn’t seen those tight black curls since he was a boy. As a Jedi Knight, he could now wear his hair as he wished. The fringe of his black hair fell to his chin, his beard had filled out. He seemed broader, thick with muscle. Strong and rangy like powerful wolf. The beauty of him stole her breath. Dany longed to embrace him, talk to him, see him smile, but could not. To maintain their ruse, she must continue to act as if she had severed all contact with Jon Snow. Master Benjen, ever mannerly, did not seek out contact with her out of respect for Jon’s feelings. Where was Ghost?

Daenerys turned to converse with a Qartheen diplomat, a dance of words left flowed from her mouth. Inane, meaningless chatter. The Chancellor’s Palace as a seat of government, dripped opulence. The shine of precious metals, rich, expensive carpeting, even in this out of the way conference room. Serving droids wove through the throngs, offering trays of sparkling wine and finger food. Incense and tabacc smoke floated in a gauzy white cloud over the room. Dany felt slightly dizzy from the strong smell. Dany rubbed her steel wedding ring with her thumb in a self-comforting gesture.

The Republic had recalled Master Benjen and Jedi Knight Jon Snow to the capital to discuss the progress of the war on several Outer Rim systems. Pairs of Jedi were recalled at intervals, so as not to deprive a sector of their command indefinitely. Two days, maybe three, and he would be gone again. The chronometer ticking mercilessly in the back of Daenerys’ head. Something like panic clawed at her throat. So few hours together. Here she was laughing and mindless chatter!  

She dared another glance at Master Benjen and Jon, deep in conversation with one of the Chancellor’s ubiquitous aides. This time, his gaze met hers. A thrill shot through her. Though the contact lasted for the briefest of seconds, she felt all of her love and longing reflected. Her heartbeat throbbed in her temples. Dany squeezed her thighs together. Her cunt throbbed, remembering their last desperate coupling—scant minutes before he boarded his starship and flew away three months ago. Daenerys drank in his features in a greedy sidelong glance. Stars, a new scar knifed through his right eyebrow and curled in a jagged curve around his right eye. Dany bit the inside of her lip. Whatever he faced had nearly blinded him. Wedding a warrior was a heavy burden.

An astromech droid with markings she didn’t recognize wheeled up to her, its arm offering her a reader chip. Her heartbeat sped up. The droid beeped and chirped, but it had been many years since Dany had used droid-speak.

“Thank you,” she said to the R2 unit. Turning to her companion, she excused herself. She found an unoccupied alcove and unlocked the chip with her fingerprint. The Basic script was one sentence: Meet me in the stars in 10 minutes. A shaking breath left her. Part relief, part excitement. At last!

‘The stars’ was a reference to her penthouse apartment near city center. Any communication they left for the other was as coded as they could make it. No signatures, no flourishes, only the barest of details. Daenerys gently extricated herself from conversation and excused herself. The night air was warm, humid kiss as she descended the stairs to droid depot. The droid pilot of the landspeeder moved too slow for her taste.

“Can you hurry? I’m late to meet . . . someone,” she ended lamely. Obligingly, the droid sped up, ascending through varying levels of traffic of the apartment complex. Heart in her throat, Dany hurried to the lift. Had he beat her here? A thought chilled her excitement. Perhaps Master Benjen had diverted him. Despite their care, had someone discovered them? Daenerys’ stomach turned over. Scandals and trials and disgrace awaited them if it were so.

The door whispered open. A soft glow of light in the bedroom beckoned her in the quiet, humming darkness of the apartment. Nerves stretched taut in anticipation. Jon was here. The savor of his energy made the air hum and sing. He was here, and waiting for her.

“Jon?” she called.

“Mistress,” Jon answered immediately. The air crackled.

Though their lovemaking was both passionate and exquisitely pleasurable, Dany had long sensed that her husband needed something . . . more. Many halting conversations where Jon blushed deep red with mingled embarrassment and excitement had led them to what he wanted—needed. Not every time. Usually, Jon was quite happy to make love as they generally did. But, as the stresses of the war increased, he craved surrender.

Dany straightened her posture, ready to give him what he needed. Arousal throbbed in her cunt; she clenched her thighs to quiet the urgency. She entered their bedroom, lit by the gentle yellow glow of candlelight. The delicate scent of wildflowers perfumed the air. Her gaze latched hungrily on Jon. Naked, kneeling at the foot of the bed, eyes downcast. He was hard—so hard already. Saliva filled her mouth, yearning to taste the tender skin and throbbing heat, the salty burst of his seed.

“My sweet boy,” she said, “look at me.” Jon obeyed, perfectly. His grey eyes burned, both lustful and vulnerable. An intoxicating mix.

“Come, undress me.”

Jon crossed the room in an outrageous Force-assisted leap. Dany smiled indulgently at his antics. He was trembling with eagerness, as he gently undid the fastenings of her dress, plucked the pins from her hair, unhooked her undergarments. She shivered at the grazing caress of his rough hand, an answering coldness from the cybernetic one. The ghost of his heat and his strong, masculine scent caressed her. Dark metal gleamed in the wavering light—a cybernetic replacement of Jon’s arm just above the elbow. A dark Jedi had maimed him several months ago. The sight always filled her heart with tenderness.

Dany’s nipples puckered in the cool air.

“Mistress,” he whispered, his voice raw with pleading. Dany cupped his chin roughly, one finger petting the plushness of his beard. A sound lodged in Jon’s throat, part whimper, part sigh.

“Remember what we discussed, my sweet boy. You must tell me what you want,” Dany said in her ‘Mistress’ voice, warm, but steely. Jon knelt before her, his eyes swimming with perfect devotion. He wound his arms around her waist, burying his face against her belly.  He nuzzled her, the words emerging half-muffled. She indulged her wish to comb his hair, sinking her fingers deep into the warm, springy weight of it, silky clean strands sliding through her fingers.

“I want you to fuck me, Mistress,” he said. A hum of approval left her. Dany closed her eyes, trying to master the rising ache of her own lust. It had been so long. Dany almost wished Jon could’ve waited for their game after they had burned off some of this mutual longing. But the game was far too enjoyable for both of them for the complaint to be serious.

“Specifics, my love. How do you want me?” she purred. Jon looked up at her, his fair skin pinked in a blush. Raised as a slave on Winterfell, Jon had gained some prudish insights on sex. The shame stuck with him. Dany’s voice and touch gentled, stroking the square angle of his jaw. Jon turned eagerly into the contact.

“Do you really think I would shame you for your desires? I want to give you what you want, my sweet boy. What do you want? I will do anything you ask,” she said. A sudden smile brightened Jon’s face. The phrase had become a shorthand between them: I love you. You’re safe. Let me give you pleasure.

“F—Fuck my ass until I beg you to come. Then ride me, scratch me, bite me, mark me as yours. I’ve missed you so much.” The words fell from his mouth in a flood and his voice broke on the last word. Tears flooded her eyes.

“Come here,” Dany said, pulling him up to embrace him.

Their exhaled sighs were soul-deep with relief. Jon clung to her, crushing her to his chest. The cadence of his ragged breathing was almost sobbing. How much horror and pain and uncertainty had he endured since they parted? Dany held him, relishing the thud of his heartbeat echoed by the throb of his cock against her belly, the sleek warmth of his skin. Jon sighed, his head tipped back in abandon as she stroked his scalp. Dany fisted her hands, pulling a little. Just enough to sting. Jon gasped.

“Kiss me,” she commanded. Jon’s mouth crushed to hers. Artless in its raw hunger, teeth clacked, noses mashed together. Dany thrust her tongue into his mouth, his groan vibrating against her lips. Yes yes yes. He tasted so good. Like wine and Jon. Sweetness and home. Noisy breath rasped through his nostrils as he kissed her, hands tugging her hips flush with his. The leaking tip of his cock dragged against the tender skin above her navel. Dany longed to feel him inside her, filling up the emptiness. She groped back toward control. He needed this. Dany broke the kiss.

“Lie down. Facedown on the bed,” she rasped. Jon’s breath heaved, from excitement, not exertion. Force, he was so beautiful. His curly hair wild around his face, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-bruised, eyes black with lust. He obeyed, perfectly.

Jon’s interest in this aspect of sex had been pulled from him—only when he was flushed with wine and fucked half out of his mind did he dare confess how he wanted her to touch him there, take him.

Jon lay on his elbows and knees, legs spread wide. The candlelight kissed the expanse of pale white skin, gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. The broad strength of his muscled shoulders, the graceful line of his spine, and his arse. Fuck, it was perfect. Perfectly round and muscled, dusted the coarse hair. She wanted to bite into it, like a peach.

Dany rummaged in the bedside drawer for lubricant, taking a steadying breath. Impatient, Jon squirmed, rutting his cock against the bedclothes.

“None of that, my sweet boy. Be still,” she said, smacking his arse cheek. A light, stinging blow. The red mark of her hand showed clearly on his skin. He moaned, arching his back toward her.

“Another, Mistress. Please!” he said. Dany obliged. Once, twice more. A shiver raced through Jon, his breathing harsh and irregular. Already, he seemed overwrought, ringing with sexual tension. Dany crooned nonsense endearments in Valyrian to gentle him, kneeling on the bed behind him and curving over his back. She licked and nibbled at his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back.

“Remember, my love, you must tell me if you want me to slow or stop. What is our word?”

“Weirwood,” he said.

“Good. And your color?”          

“Green, Mistress. So good. You feel so good,” he rasped. Dany petted the line of the scar through the turf of his eyebrow and then around his eye. Jon tilted his head to kiss her inner wrist.

“I’ll make you feel good, my love. Remember to relax. I’ll take care of you. But you must not come until I say. Understand?” she said. Jon nodded. Daenerys allowed herself the pleasure of touching him, gripping the solid heft of his shoulders, kissing down the length of his spine to playfully bite his buttock. The spanking had pinked the skin of his arse and she nuzzled the roughness of his body hair. Coating her fingers in lubricant, she eased her finger down the cleft of his arse. Jon whined and squirmed, spreading his legs wider. Dany gave a pleased murmur, squeezing the ripe weight of his buttock with her free hand. The questing fingertip found his hole and circled it, pausing to dribble more lube.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mistress. Moremoremoremore,” Jon’s words ran together in a needy babble. Dany shuddered, trying to master her own arousal. Was it possible to come untouched? She felt damned close. Jon needed her, so she fought the lure to grind against him and find release. She eased her finger inside the tight ring of muscle. So snug, so hot. First one finger, then two. Forging in until—yes! There it was, a rough little nub that throbbed, greedy for pleasure. She added pressure and Jon sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck! Oh fuck yes. Dany. Dany. Dany. My Mistress, my love, my goddess, my wife. Fuck me. Fuck me,” he begged. Holding his hip for balance, she thrust her fingers in a rhythm, each stroke rubbing that spot.

“I’m gonna come. Stop. Stop, Mistress, I’ll come!” Jon howled. Dany pulled out her fingers, bending over Jon’s back to kiss the back of his neck. To ease the ache, Dany rutted her cunt against the sleek strength of his back. Pleasure skittered through her.

“Good. You’re my good boy,” she praised. Jon whined, craning his neck. Dany kissed his mouth, feeling the heat and tension pour off of him. The kiss was messy, desperate.

“More. Please, more,” he pleaded, his breath puffing against her lips.

Daenerys rose back onto her knees and poured more lube. It only took another half a dozen thrusts of her fingers before he was begging to come. She let the pleasure spiral up, then ease off. Over and over while Jon whined and thrashed and cursed beneath her. At last, Dany gripped his hip and pulled, guiding him on to his back. Jon panted open mouthed, his cock gleamed with fluid, flushed an angry red. Dany could no longer resist and licked a long stripe up from the base of his cock, sucking the head to taste the salt of him. Jon uttered a broken moan. The long, graceful muscles of his thighs quivered under her hands. His hands fisted in the bedclothes in an effort to remain still. She could hear the whine of servos in his cybernetic arm as he clenched his fists.

“Well done, my love. Now your reward,” Dany said, straddling his lap and sinking down on his cock. Relishing each exquisite inch. The burn and stretch of his girth. That was all it took. Pleasure detonated inside her head like a bomb. An endless clasping eternity. She sagged down onto his chest, restlessly clenching around him. So good. Fuck, he felt so perfect inside her. Overwrought, Jon desperately kissed any inch of skin he could reach, her neck, her jawline, then her lips. He flexed, arching up into her touch. Dany clambered upright and raked her nails down his chest. Hard enough that raised red lines bloomed on his moon-pale skin. Jon’s lip curled in a snarl.

“Color?” Dany asked as she began to move with slow circles of her hips.

“Green,” Jon spat the word through clenched teeth. Jon held onto his control by his fingertips, all of his strength and will bent on obeying her. The control he offered her was heady. Jon wanted it rough, and Dany was happy to oblige. Bracing the heel of her hand on his chest, she fucked him in fast, deep strokes. Nails savaging his chest, biting crescents into his shoulders. She bent and left a ragged necklace of purple love bites across his chest. Lost in throbbing heart of a storm, each release priming her for a deeper, harder one. Her breath came in soft pants, sweat slicked her skin.

“Come, Jon. Come with me!” she commanded. Jon’s hands gripped her hips, slamming her down on his cock once more. He screamed as his pleasure hit him. In seemingly endless spasms, he jerked and thrashed under her. Dany moaned, her own pleasure piercing her as she felt the spurts of his come. All borders dissolved into limitless infinity. Fused into one perfect whole.  Dany collapsed on his chest, her bones melted in the volcanic aftermath. Dany scrabbled for control when every part of her just wanted to sink down into somnolence beside her husband. In the aftermath, Jon needed her. He felt vulnerable.

Dany cradled his head against her breasts, combing his hair with gentle strokes. Despite the cataclysmic pleasure, Jon clung tight to her. He refused to cry. These rough little breaths were as close as he got.

“You did so well, my love. My good, sweet boy. You pleased me so well. You came so hard for me. I love you. I love you,” she crooned. Bit by bit, the tension singing through Jon eased. Their kisses grew sweeter, lazier. Though, she realized with clench of inner muscle, he was hard again. Jon rolled her beneath him, rocking a little deeper. The storm had passed, his grey eyes were calm, awash with love.

“I missed you too. Every day. Every hour,” Dany said, kissing his chin.

“I’m not done yet, my love. I need more,” Jon growled, nipping at her collarbone. Always careful to leave love bites that could be covered by clothing.

“Give me more,” Dany commanded, hauling him down for another kiss. There was so little time left.

[sunsetgloom]

yesterday i said i was trying to work out how Mace Windu's legends padawans fit in a timeline today, i bring you the fruits of my labour :)

Behold:

And if you want to take my word for it? Go right ahead. You don't need to keep reading this post. If you want explanations and detailed workings out? Keep reading, for in this essay I will tell you exactly how Mace Windu's four legends padawans fit into the canon Star Wars timeline :) Here are the rules I worked with and the assumptions I made while working on this accursed thing: Rules 1. Canon takes priority (Movies first, shows second, Wookiepedia third. This is stated FOR A REASON, see: Depa and Anakin fighting over who is the youngest on the Council) 2. Legends is to be included as best as possible (the whole point of this is fitting all four of Mace Windu's padawans from legends on a timeline) 3. Fanon? Only in small doses (see: me trying to place Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's Mandalore mission several paragraphs down). This also includes any headcanons of my own, which I will try to use only as last resorts to narrow down specifics. Assumptions 1. 13 is a limit during Obi-Wan's time at least (see: that book series he's in, Ahsoka being 14 during the first year of the Clone Wars) 2. Padawans can be taken earlier than 13 (see: Anakin, Bant Eerin, Quinlan Vos, Mace Windu) 3. There is a one padawan at a time policy with rare exceptions (see: TPM - Qui-Gon asking to train Anakin and basically being told Obi-Wan needs to be knighted first) 4. Jedi training is on average 10+ years but can be shorter or longer depending on the Master-Padawan pairing (see: Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawanship lasting 12 years, Ahsoka being offered promotion after barely two years, and Vernestra Rwoh the youngest Knight ever at age 15. That's two peacetime examples and one wartime example) Cool? Cool. Here's where I dove into timeline hell.

Some of it was easy to figure out; Mace Windu is canonically born 72 BBY, Obi-Wan Kenobi canonically born 57 BBY, etc. We also know for a fact (a.k.a. Google Told Me So) that Mace Windu was made a Councilor at the age of 28. 72-28=44 BBY. Tales of the Jedi allows us to fact check by giving us a rough time estimate for when he took over for the deceased Master Katri, whose canon Wookiepedia page states she died sometime between 68 and 42 BBY. Perfect, it all lines up!

Now, there's a reason I've included Obi-Wan Kenobi's birthdate on the timeline. According to his canon Wookiepedia page, "[Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi]'s continuing training issues were discussed with Jedi Councilors Depa Billaba and Mace Windu in an attempt to find a remedy[.]" This can be found under the 'Early travels and visit to Kashyyyk' subsection of OWK's canon page. Notably, the subsection right after is labelled 'Protecting Satine Kryze'. This means that Depa Billaba is already a Councilor before the mission to Mandalore, which according to canon Wookiepedia places it to be about 41-39 BBY. The timeline ran out of room to give it a definitive placement, but we'll assume it's sometime during 40 or 39 BBY as most fics I've seen place Obi-Wan at about 17 years old (57-40=17). Additionally, Depa Billaba's Legends Wookiepedia page states, "After serving as a Knight for a few years, Billaba was appointed to the High Council; the youngest Master to ever sit upon the august body." Typically 'a few' references to about three years, so we'll assume she was a Knight for only three years.

However: here's where my 'canon take priority rule' threw in a bit of a wrinkle. Depa's legends page places her as the youngest to sit upon the Council, but Revenge of the Sith says Anakin Skywalker is the youngest to ever sit on the Council. Here's where I let my inner Obi-Wan out to play. From a certain point of view both are correct. Depa is the youngest Master. Anakin is the youngest Knight (and might possibly be the only Knight as typically, as you do need to be a Master to be on the Council. See: the whole 'we do not grant you the rank of Master' scene from RotS). This distinction is not a vital thing in the long run as will soon be seen in regard to age logistics for Mace and Depa but I thought it important to be pointed out here.

There is still a little wrinkle but it is why I stated the movies take first priority in terms of canon. Wookiepedia says Anakin is born 41 BBY, which is physically impossible if he is only 9 years old in The Phantom Menace, which it is explicitly stated he is. TPM takes place entirely in 32 BBY, meaning Anakin is born at most in 42 BBY and he is turning 10 during that year according to the movies. Movies take priority, so that's how old he is. He's not on the timeline because I didn't realize how important his age was until I started writing this :( Anyways, as far as I've seen when it comes to how old Anakin is by the end of the Clone Wars, he has an age discrepancy of about a year - I'm solving this by combining it. He is turning 10 in TPM, and turning 23 in RotS. Thus, Depa Billaba is probably at least already 23 and at most 27 turning 28 when she is made a High Council member. Looking at Tales of the Jedi, Mace Windu goes on a mission with Dooku and together they investigate the death of council member Master Katri. At the end of the episode it is revealed Mace Windu is being considered for Katri's replacement. Depa Billaba is nowhere to be seen on this mission. As Depa is a fully canon character, we can probably assume she's been Knighted at this point. And if she's only a Knight for 'a few years' and then on the Council by 41 BBY and Mace Windu joins the Council in 44 BBY... The best logical conclusion is that Depa Billaba was knighted prior to the mission in 44 BBY. Reminder: Mace Windu is 28 in 44 BBY. His canon Wookiepedia page reveals he was a padawan by at least 60 BBY as this is when he goes on a mission with his Master, Cyslin Myr. This means he is taken on at about age 12 or perhaps before that. If Depa joins the Council in 41 BBY, the oldest she can be to be the youngest is 27 and the youngest we know prior to her is her own Master who joined at 28. 3 years prior to her. Huh??? (I called it timeline HELL for a reason folks). So, she's not 27 as that would make her Master only four years older than her and I doubt things would work like that in peacetime. 26? 5 years older. 25? 6 years older. 24? 7 years older. 23...? 8 years older. This is the absolute lowest we can push Depa's age because if Anakin were any better adjusted and any less forced to take on the role by Skeevy Sheev he likely would have been the youngest Master on the Council. Some quick math can now reveal Depa's birth year: 41+23=64 BBY. If Depa is 23 when she joins the Council, she is 20 when she is knighted. If 10 years is roughly the average of a padawanship, she'd need to be taken on at 10 years old, when Mace is 18. He is a prodigy in the Order, sure, but either way, taking on a padawan immediately is seemingly discouraged in the Order (see: TPM, Yoda's reluctance to allow Obi-Wan to take on Anakin. Without rewatching the movie/reading the novelization I won't know for sure the context unfortunately, but it does fit my headcanon that Knights are encouraged to take some time to find their own before teaching the next generation). Let's say, because of Windu's prodigal nature, he is able to train his own padawan in 7-8 years. 8 for a nice round number that won't give me a headache when trying to put it on the timeline. We now have Depa's padawanship covered!

And now, we must finally turn to Mace Windu's legends padawans. He has three others: one unnamed failed padawan, Devan For'deschel, and Echuu Shen-Jon. We know very little about these padawans other than Devan is born circa 53 BBY and dies circa 19 BBY, and Echuu was able to take on two padawans of his own who were siblings. Echuu's first padawan, Stam Reath, died 22 BBY during the first battle on Geonosis, and that same year he was assigned Stam's sister Naat Reath. It is also known that the unnamed padawan failed sometime before the Clone Wars. Let's deal with Devan since we know their rough year of birth. If Devan is placed at 53 BBY and we assume the 'must be taken as a padawan before 13' rule is still in effect as they're born only four years after Obi-Wan Kenobi, Devan must become a padawan at 40 BBY. This fits well, as Devan's padawanship was during Mace Windu's tenure on the High Council (which started 44 BBY) and stated to be 'nonstandard' due to this (I found this on a wayback machine page I can link if you want to read it for yourself. The extent I went to confirm some of these things :/). This also makes Devan Mace Windu's second (fully trained) padawan. We also need to make sure there is enough room for Echuu, who would have to be Mace's third (fully trained) padawan to have roughly the same amount of training as Devan and to be given breathing room as a Knight before taking on a padawan of his own. For simplicity's sake, I propose giving them both roughly 8 years of training as anything more than 10 would be too much and not give the failed padawan any room to breathe either. Plus, it's the same length as Depa's own padawanship.

Let's talk about the failed padawan. We'll call him Bron from here on out. All we know about Bron is that he was deemed to have failed as a Jedi sometime before the Clone Wars began. This could either occur right after Depa, between Devan and Echuu, or after Echuu. If we put Bron between Devan and Echuu or after Echuu, that gives him only two years of being a Padawan. Assuming he's taken on at 13, he'd only be 15. However, if we put him after Depa and before Devan, he'd be 17 at the time of his failure. There are a couple of issues I have with both of these options. The first is that Bron is either 15 or 17 - still young and a male human. Two words: Puberty and hormones. Additionally, if Bron is after Depa, Mace has just been added to the Council when the padawanship between him and Bron begins to give them the longer time period together. It has already been said that Devan's training was 'nonstandard' because of Mace being on the Council at the time of her own padawanship. I counter myself with these thoughts: if Bron was taken on in 44 BBY, that places him in the same generation as Obi-Wan and Bruck Chun, an initiate who died after being tempted by the Dark. Alternatively, if Bron was taken on in 24 BBY and fails only two years later, the galaxy is tipping closer and closer to war before it erupts. The Dark side of the Force is a real concern in this generation and is what causes Bron to fail - his failure to recognize the darkness in his own actions and reactions (wrath, pride, and fear as the Wookiepedia page says). Even if he is still in Obi-Wan and Bruck's generation, the Dark side is still a concern due to Bruck and Xanatos' own actions less than four years prior (for Xanatos at least). We also don't know what exactly Bron's behaviour prior to being taken on as a padawan is like nor what his fate after failing was. Perhaps there were already concerns about wrath and pride. Perhaps he chose to join one of the Service Corps, as he did offer to Mace that he could still learn. Either way, we now know the timeline of Mace Windu's padawans and now I AM DONE AND I CAN PUT THIS BEHIND ME.

Fun fact: Have a look at 44 BBY. Windu was made a Jedi Councilor either before, during, or after all of that and I feel sorry for him and the amount of shatterpoints he must've seen that year. . . . (Do you want me to solve other timelines? Because I will definitively solve them for you. I actually had a lot of fun doing this despite all the head banging it made me want to commit)

[roseaesynstylae]

The idea of the cutest, most innocent Jedi younglings ending up being protected and looked after by Sev, who has Been Going Through It, is darkly hilarious.

Kai, Lys, Nubs, and Nash: We're learning important lessons about friendship and having adventures! 🥰

Sev: I love the smell of burning flesh in the morning.

Jon, Toko, and Bree: We're learning to overcome our fears with Master Yoda and Burryaga!

Sev: B L O O D B L O O D B L O O D B L O O D B L O O D B L O O D

Aau and T0-B1: We're going to become great Jedi and help others and make our father(figure)s proud!

Sev: If anything happens to any of the kids, they'll be finding parts of you for four months...and you'll be alive for three of them.

*Jon, Toko, and Bree are from a young readers' book called The High Republic: Jedi Brave in Every Way. It's aimed toward the same demographic as Young Jedi Adventures and it's cute. Not for everyone, considering it's for preschoolers, but it's a nice companion to the TV series.

[sinnaminie]

Happy May the 4th from some of my Star Wars plushies including Jon Favreau & Dave Filoni

May the 4th be with you 💜

[purplezombietumbler]

Every friend group Jedi Lineage should include pt. 2:

A bimbo:

A mean bisexual:

An even meaner lesbian:

She/theys:

He/theys:

A token straight that’s on thin ice:

An astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized:

A short king:

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@eglerieth

I did my best with what i had🥺

[bolithesenate]

me? making art for my own fic?

more likely than you think.

anyways, Mereel family pic, now complete with (reluctant) absent father figure (and older sister!)

aka young Jaster Mereel with his buir Shonti Mereel, his bio father Jon Antilles (not canon Jon!) and his father’s former padawan Triia.