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[hermesserpent-stuff]

Lowkey in love with an x men evolution star wars au ide a that's been bouncing for a while.

The real question is if I should keep mainline starwars characters or not. (I've done it before. Could be fun to have a young obiwan. ) its set pre pre pre clone wars and pre episode 1

So the idea goes like this:

Remy is a young Padawan. His master is jean Luc who is a Jedi shadow: a master of getting info. Whose been training Remy in all the sneaking and deception and the disguises. Remy is 9, very young but really skilled. He has his mutant powers plus the ability to pick up emotions left on items when he touches the item with his bare hand. His eyes startle a lot of force users as they look like those of a dark sider. But he's not fallen or dark side or sith.

Jean Luc also trained Jedi knight Henri making Remy and Henri Padawan brothers.

While on a observation mission that was supposed to be safe!!! Their ship is blown up and crashes into a moon and a planet. Remy ends up on the planet and the master apprentice bond is gone. He freaks and immediately starts trying to get home. But they were knocked far off course. He gets captured by slavers and then hauled to a different region of the galaxy.

Creed is a madolorian bounty hunter. He technically is with the true mandolirians but has not entered battle. He would have joined death watch... But he sort of likes kids. Like most reasonable Mando's do. He just doesn't want any of his own.

Until...

Well, he breaks up a slavery ring due to a job and there is a kid there with bright red eyes, mouth stained with blood from fighting that is protecting the older slaves from harm. Showing some real manda. So. Creed does what's normal and adopts the kid on the spot. Huh. No wonder his brother adopts so quick. Remy tries to bite him too but calms as Creed gets his collar and chip removed. Remy doesn't say much about where he is from but the kid gets lost looks sometimes.

Remy still has his kyber crystal, but no lightsaber casing. He builds one while with creed but keeps it secret. He thinks creed might kill him if he finds out he is a Jedi. Jedi and mandolirians are ancient enemies and being a child surely won't change that?

[kybercrystals94]

Bumps and Bruises

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 9 - Prompts: Bruises / Broken Window

@prompts-of-bad-batch - Week 4 - Prompt: "I did good...right?"

Rated: G | Words: 1220 A/N: Some lighter hearted whump for your reading pleasure today!

Omega comes bounding into the parlor, face aglow and ruddy. “We’re back!” she announces breathlessly, climbing up onto the stool next to Hunter. 

“I can see that,” Hunter says, looking her over. Her hair is mussed, dirt along her hairline and across her brow. Her clothes are dirty too, mud caked along her shins and forearms as though she’d crawled through the stuff. “What happened?” 

“We completed our mission,” Omega chirps happily, spinning her chair.

Hunter frowns. “It was an errand to get parts.” 

“That’s how it started,” Omega agrees, “but then it turned into a mission.” 

Wrecker and Tech come into the parlor then, Wrecker carrying a crate on his shoulder with a broad grin, and Tech carefully avoiding catching Hunter’s eye. Hunter takes a steadying breath. “I heard your supply run turned into a mission. Care to explain, Tech?” 

Tech visibly flinches at being directly addressed. He clears his throat. “That is what Wrecker and Omega are calling it. I would hardly classify it as such.” 

“And what would you classify it as?” Hunter asks. 

Wrecker drops the crate onto one of the tables. “I’ll tell him!” 

“No, I would rather you did not,” Tech says before Wrecker can say another word. 

“Aww, c’mon,” Wrecker groans, dropping into a chair. 

Tech rolls his eyes. “We found the parts we needed; however, we were given an additional task in order to procure the parts at a more reasonable price.” 

“What kind of additional task?” Hunter presses. 

Omega is bouncing next to him, all excitement. “We broke into an abandoned warehouse!” 

Hunter gapes. “You what?” 

“It was perfectly safe,” Tech says. “I scanned the building for life forms. The largest of which were vermin, which were hardly larger than Omega’s fist. There were no risks taken.” 

“I saw one of them,” Omega tells Hunter. “It was fuzzy, and it looked so cute. But Tech said I couldn’t pet it because they can carry diseases.” 

“Yeah, not risky at all,” Hunter deadpans, tossing an unimpressed look at Tech. 

“She’s been near far, far worse,” Tech argues. 

Hunter concedes the point. “And what did you all need to get from this abandoned warehouse?” 

“I went in all by myself,” Omega says. “I climbed through a broken window and found the file in an old office.” 

Tech sighs. “Perhaps it would be better if I told the narrative,” he suggests.

“Okay!” Omega says with a cheerful smile and another spin of her chair. 

 Hunter crosses his arms. “Well?” 

Tech shifts uncomfortably. “It was a simple task, and brought the price down on parts by sixty-five point three percent. The parameters were to enter an abandoned warehouse, go to the office on the second story, and retrieve a data file that had been left accidentally by the merchant when he had been employed there. We did not wish to cause any damages, nor be caught and charged with trespassing, so we sought a way that would have minimal impact on the environment.”

“An already broken window,” Omega supplies helpfully. 

“Yes, there was a pre-existing broken window,” Tech agrees, “but it was far too small an opening for myself and, obviously, Wrecker, to enter by. I was set to abandon the assignment and pay full price for the parts; however, Omega insisted that she was more than capable of the responsibility, and given her aptitude in the field, I found it an agreeable solution.” 

Omega leans forward. “Can I tell him how I got in and out? Please?”

With a look of distressed resignation, Tech nods. “As you wish.” 

Omega's face turns serious, although there is no hiding the spark of exhilaration in her eyes. “I had to go under a fence, and it was really muddy. That’s why my clothes are dirty, but I don’t mind. Then, I climbed up on some crates and pulled myself up into the window. Tech had me on comms the whole time, Hunter, so you don’t have to worry. I told him everything I was doing. He had an old map of the warehouse, and he told me where to go. That’s when I told him about the fuzzy little mouse thing. It ran right in front of me. It startled me a little bit, but I didn’t make a sound, did I, Tech.” 

“Not one of distress, merely curiosity,” Tech agrees. 

Omega smiles. “And then I went up a staircase, and there was a metal bar that had fallen down. I didn’t notice it and ran into it.” 

“Wait, what?” Tech asks, sounding alarmed, “I don’t recall you mentioning that.” 

“It only hurt a little bit,” Omega says dismissively, heaving her narrow shoulders in a shrug. 

Hunter leans forward, lifting Omega’s bangs from her forehead. Under the layer of mud and dust, he sees an ugly bruise blossoming over a large bump. “Omega, you need to tell us whenever you get hurt,” he admonishes gently. 

“It’s barely anything,” Omega protests, pulling back and covering the wound with her hand. 

“How hard did you walk into this metal bar?” Tech asks. 

Omega frowns. “I was kind of going fast. But it’s okay. I’m fine. Really. I don’t have a concussion.” 

“You don’t get to decide that,” Tech declares. 

Omega pouts, but allows Tech to check her over without protest, sullenly answering his questions about dizziness and headaches and any other symptoms Tech deems concerning. At the end of it all, it is decided that Omega indeed does not have a concussion. Hunter can see by the twitch in Omega’s frown that she is resisting the urge to mutter that she told them so. 

He grins at her. “Now that we have that settled, why don’t you finish your story, Omega.” 

The girl looks up at him, the downturn of her lips lifting a little. “Really?” 

“How else am I supposed to find out what happened next?” Hunter asks, leaning back on his stool and resting an elbow on the counter.

The gleam returns to her eyes, and she launches into the next part of the story, any perceived injustice smoothed over. Hunter looks over at Tech, catching the splicer’s eye, and gives him a subtle nod of approval. Omega may be young and inexperienced, but she had some of the former GAR’s best commandos at her back. If Tech trusted this to be a worthwhile exercise of Omega’s developing skills, Hunter trusted Tech. Tech nods back, subtle relief washing over his expression.  

Later that night, when Hunter is making sure Omega is tucked in for the night, his little sister is still glowing with pride, the discolored lump on her forehead peeking out from behind wisps of freshly washed blond hair. She snuggles under her blankets, Lula tucked under her arm. 

“I helped us save sixty-five point three percent on parts,” she says with a grin. 

Hunter chuckles. “Yes, you did.”

“I did good…right?” Omega asks. 

“You did great, kid.”

“Even though I hit my head?” 

Hunter smiles. “Eh, I’ve seen worse injuries for less reward.” 

Omega gasps. “Like what?” 

“Well, one time Tech broke his finger arm wrestling Wrecker…” Hunter begins.

“That is a poor example!” Tech calls out indignantly. 

Hunter whispers, for Omega’s ears only, “I think it’s a perfect example.” 

Omega’s fit of giggles is a familiar sound Hunter will never tire of hearing.

A/N: I reference one of my Whumptober 2023 fics in this story, Mundane Injuries...just thought I'd mention it in case it seemed familiar 😏

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[dathomirdumpsterfire]

good, apprentice... good, but you can do better. your back foot. take it further out. more. hmm... perfect. run through the form again, do not lose focus. begin.

[tennessoui]

Oh God the t&t snippet.. I'm crying but the angst is so delicious

another spoiler: it takes a few days for anakin to leave the order actually because paperwork and he has to talk to people and shit so he actually doesnt leave until obi-wan finds him once he's been released from the halls of healing and they have brutal messy tearful sex and anakin leaves in the middle of the night - again

[graunblida]

@jeditrash smashed the heart

" oh that? " the warrior thinks back to the flametrooper she punched off a ledge mere minutes ago. to the untrained eye, it would appear as though she sent the soldier flying with brute strength alone. in reality, lexa channels the force into her STRIKES when fighting close combat. " it's a technique i learned in the order... from master windu, actually. "

[local-salt-raiders-fan]

I fucking love stan faro grahhhh

[sairitaikutsu]

man, i hate my braincells sometimes

gave in and stuffed my sw au fic into a series

[mutantbanner]

the comic 😭

tore my heart into a million pieces but it is so GOOD

HEHEHEHE <333 I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!!!

[revanisadumbass]

thinking about names as they relate to the jedi post-genocide.

ben kenobi has one foot in tatooine and another still in that old life. his mission may have changed, but he is still a jedi. he still has a job to do.

ahsoka tano stopped thinking of herself as a jedi long before the empire rose. yet her name seems to doom her--ahsoka tano is a jedi, to the clones, to other survivors. maybe that is why when she hides, she hides with parts of herself--ashla as a reminder of the friends she lost, fulcrum as an understanding of the role she must play in a galaxy without jedi.

cal kestis does not try to hide, cannot try to hide because cal kestis will always be a scared child clutching a too-big lightsaber, falling through the sky.

kanan jarrus buries caleb dume as deep as he can--hides his name, hides his instincts and everything he was taught to be. tries to become the opposite. except a jedi by any other name is still a jedi. call him cowboy, gunslinger, spectre, but underneath all that is still a heart of kyber.

[drunk-on-starlight]

the weirdest take I've seen about rise of skywalker is that they should've shown rey repairing the skywalker saber.

As if showing her using it after we saw it break doesn't show that she did. While I think the films does too much showing instead of telling, this was a pretty smart use of it.

[kybercrystals94]

Then & Now

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ANGST-PRIL 2024 | DAY 3 | PROMPT 3: BROKEN HEARTED 

RATED: T | WORDS: 1109 | SUMMARY: Crosshair tells Omega about Mayday. | CHARACTER FOCUS: Crosshair, Omega

“What happened?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair doesn’t move, doesn’t shift his gaze to the child sitting behind the grate of his cell door. He keeps his focus on the ceiling above him, where the light has a barely discernible flicker. “What do you mean, what happened?” he asks, hoping that the venom in his tone will make her recant the question. 

But he isn’t surprised when she only clarifies, “Why did you turn against the Empire?” 

Omega has been nothing if not persistent these past few weeks, regularly sneaking her way down to talk to him. She does most of the talking, while he pretends he’s not listening, and wonders if she will take the hint and stay away.

To his frustration, Omega takes the hint and blatantly ignores it. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Crosshair growls.

Omega shifts so that she is kneeling in front of the door, facing him full on. “It must’ve been something terrible. You seemed so sure on Kamino.” 

They let him die. The unspoken words taste bitter, so he verbalizes something less distasteful. “It pains me to say that Hunter was right. We are nothing but a number to them. Disposable. You’ve seen the labs here.”

The kid frowns. “Realizing Hunter was right doesn’t put you in a cell,” she observes. 

“I already told you, it doesn’t matter,” Crosshair tells her. 

“It matters to me.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my brother,” Omega states. “What happens to you – what happened to you – matters.”

An infinite number of retorts line up Crosshair’s throat. Awful, horrid things that he is sure will finally drive Omega away, make her hate him the way he deserves. Keep her safe the way she deserves. Safe from him. Safe from attachment and familial duty. 

But not a single one of them comes out. 

“His name was Mayday.” 

Omega is quiet for a moment. “What happened to him?” 

“He died.” 

Another meaningful pause. “The Empire killed him?” 

“They couldn’t waste precious medical supplies on a disposable meat droid,” Crosshair snaps. Blistering rage burns glacial in his veins. “So I killed the officer who stood by and watched him die.” Crosshair turns his head to look at Omega, who stares back with wide eyes. “That’s what happened. That’s why I’m here.” 

He hates the sympathy that washes over Omega’s transparent expression. He does not want her pity or her love. He wants her to leave him alone. 

Funny, isn’t it? How these clones around you keep disappearing?

“Go,” Crosshair says, turning away. “I don’t want you to come back.” 

He can feel Omega watching him, hear that she hasn’t moved away. Finally, she sighs, a long-suffering exhale that sounds too much like Hunter. “I know you think you’re protecting me, but I will come back, Crosshair. I won’t let you be alone again.” 

Crosshair waits until he knows she’s gone before he releases a shaky breath. He rubs harshly at his eyes. He hasn’t cried for Mayday. He won’t cry now. 

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

They’ve been in hyperspace for a couple hours now. 

Crosshair sits on the floor of the main hold, Batcher’s head in his lap while he strokes the hound’s smooth, leathery skin. He listens to the rumble of his brothers’ voices in the cockpit, Omega’s melodic voice occasionally chiming in. He imagines this is what it was like before, when the Batch first got Omega. In all the time he has known her, even before he liked or cared or… loved her, Omega has always had something to say, something to contribute. He remembers it annoyed him, but the emotion attached to the memory feels foreign and ugly. He hates that it used to be that way, but he cannot deny that it was. 

It was the chip, he reminds himself. After that, his own stubbornness butting up against Omega’s persistence. Regret constricts around the muscle in his chest, memories of the cruel and harsh words he’d used on Tantiss to push Omega away. He can’t remember exactly when he’d given up the effort, resigning to be talked at relentlessly until it became something he ached for. When she’d go days without coming to his cell, he began to worry for her, straining to hear the light tread of her footsteps. 

Those familiar light steps approach him now, but Crosshair doesn’t look up at his sister when she stops in front of him. 

“You look comfy,” Omega says. 

“Yeah, the floor of a ship is luxurious,” Crosshair retorts. 

“I was talking to Batcher,” Omega responds, deadpan. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, but smirks in spite of himself. 

Omega moves to slide down next to him. “You’ve been quiet since we left the base.” 

“Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to talk constantly.”

“Fine. You’ve been quieter than usual. Happy?” 

“Ecstatic.” 

Omega turns so that she’s leaning her back against his arm, head tipped against his shoulder. “Is that where you met Mayday?” 

Crosshair stiffens, his hand freezing in place on Batcher’s head. He swallows. He could try to lie, or at the very least, brush the question off. Seconds of indecision tick by, Omega patiently waiting Crosshair out. She’ll know if he lies. 

“Yes,” Crosshair mutters at last. 

Omega hums. “I saw the helmets. Hunter said he saw you picking them up.” 

When did he tell you that? Crosshair wants to demand, but the question catches in his throat, giving Omega time to continue uninterrupted. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there,” she says, softly. “It must have been hard to go back.” 

Crosshair shrugs, purposely jostling Omega’s head resting against him, making her huff. “It is what it is,” he tells her. 

“Tell me about him?” The question is gently put, a small voice guarded for rejection. 

Crosshair sighs. “There’s not much to tell. I didn’t know him for long.” 

“Long enough to care about him,” Omega says. 

“Hmmm,” Crosshair concedes. He hesitates a moment before saying, “I guess he reminded me of our brothers...”

Omega nods, head bumping against his arm. 

“There was an avalanche,” Crosshair continues, voice low, throat tight. “We were both injured, but Mayday had the worst of it. He…” Crosshair swallows. “He wanted me to leave him behind, said he wouldn’t make it. He was right, in the end, but I tried anyway. We got to the base, but they wouldn’t help him.”  

Omega reaches back, her fingers finding his hand and wrapping around it. Her grip tightens. He squeezes back. 

“I wish I could have met him,” Omega whispers, and Crosshair knows she means it. 

Blinking back the burning sensation that suddenly impairs his vision, Crosshair mutters, “Me too.”

He hasn’t cried for Mayday. 

He won’t cry now. 

END

Wow! Already to day 3 of Angst-pril, and my time has come to join the collaboration alongside @the-little-moment & @just-here-with-my-thoughts!

(If you haven't already, you NEED to go read their stories for the prompts Homesick and Frozen!!!)

My next prompt is: "This isn't going to work."

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[sol-insidious]

"The strongest stars have hearts of kyber"

[blueberry-ry]

Jedi Master Tey Cha - respectively in her 30s and 80s

New OC in collaboration with the dear @scrimplications to create a Master for Ki-Adi Mundi!

She is an incredible duelist who, aspiring to become a Battlemaster, learned every type of lightsaber combat styles, excelling in Jar’kai!

Another passion of her has always been art, and following the steps and culture of her homeworld Pantora, famous for their millennia of traditional mosaics, she studied the techniques to create the most stunning mosaics in the Temple, from as big as to cover entire walls in thousands of shiny stones, to the smallest of amulets and gifts to give to all the members of her lineage, to her Padawans, her Padawans’ Padawans and so on!

She did not become a Battlemaster, but she did become the Jar’Kai instructor of the Temple, often helping Cin Drallig in his lessons about her subject, and also showing off her abilities to steal as many of Cin’s students as possible (all in the name of a good hearted rivalry)

Of course, by using mainly Jar’Kai she has two lightsaber, one is blue, alimented by the Kyber she found on Ilum so many years ago with her fellow crèchemates, the other is white, alimented by an ancient white Kyber from Pantora. Her planet millennia ago had a small region where, deep in their caves, could be found a vein of white Kybers growing in them, but due to the Sith wars it has been destroyed, leaving the surviving crystals to be kept safe by the various Temples of Catha (their main goddess) and their religious order, ready to be given to those rare Pantorans who become Jedi.

[heyimadison]

march 2024 : madison’s recs

march seemed like such a long month for me yet i feel like i did not achieve my tumble grind i promised you guys last month 😭 april will be my month for real! thank you again to all of these beautiful authors!! i kiss the ground you all walk on🙏

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— azriel

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shattered @azrielwingspan

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in my eyes @prythianpages

another love @utterlyotterlyx

baby, mine @thisblogisaboutabook

ends of the earth @parkerslatte

a healers touch @bat-boys

shadows of the heart @highladyandromeda

your name on my body @imaginesmai

— eris vanserra

precious secret @writeroutoftime

pjo

— clarisse la rue

the fall of rome @ampitrit3

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you belong with me @queer-little-demigod

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tgm

— bradley bradshaw

i will follow you into the dark @kyber-crystal

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divider credit @cafekitsune 💖

[graunblida]

catching fire starters // accepting @alootus sent: ❛ You’re okay. You’re safe. It’s okay. You’re here with me. ❜

it felt like hot needles were pricking her skin and her heart was practically in her throat. chest rose and fell quickly and eventually steadied after several moments. the senator's voice helped soothe her and gather her bearings. the safe house had not been compromised. no one was currently in any danger. " i'm...i'm sorry, " lexa stammered, embarrassed at her inability to maintain her composure. the ever-looming threat of the empire was starting to catch up with her. how long until she was found? " the nightmares are usually more manageable. " it was one thing if they plagued her mind, but another if they started to affect the people around her. she already felt terrible for causing a RUCKUS in the middle of the night. lexa carefully reached for the remainder of her water still in the glass from earlier that day. she was no longer on high alert, but her nerves were still unsettled.