#let's be real i would only want to be a jedi so i could wear the same fancy black robes and chanel boots as luke's ones in rotj

[nahoney22]

One Night With Royalty***

🫧 Pairing: Prince Rex X Female Reader

word count: 3.5k

prompt:

“Can you be good for me?”

Summary: When the Prince Rex is admired by your beauty, he takes no time in taking you by your hand, offering you a dance and perhaps offering you a little more.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. AU fic. Cinderella Inspired. Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Dirty Talk, Praises, Face Sitting, Oral Sex ie Cunnilingus, Creampie, P in V Sex, Soft!Dom Rex, Female Reader Wearing a Ball Gown (your choice of colour), Reader Flees at Midnight.

Authors Note: I loved this idea anon! Fitting with the theme of Cinderella I’ve also done it that Reader leaves at midnight same as the film for ✨ drama ✨ i hope this is okay and you enjoy 😊

Entering the palace was like stepping into a realm of enchantment. With each stride you took brought forth a spectacle of grandeur that left you breathless. At first, you thought maybe it was the mountain of stairs you just had to climb in heels that had the wind knocked out of you but it was the crystal chandeliers that illuminated the vast expanse of marble floors with a soft, ethereal glow that had you captivated.

The soft hue casted intricate patterns of light that danced in harmony with the melodies of the orchestra; an unfamiliar sound to you. Not only that, but the air was a symphony of laughter and conversation, carrying with it the mingling scents of exotic flowers from an array of different planets.

The sights of Princesses, Noble men, Senators, and Jedi alike moved gracefully, their elaborate gowns and finely tailored suits exuding an air of regal sophistication. Making you feel like you stood out like a sore thumb as you navigated through the ballroom. Holding onto your dress to avoid tripping over yourself, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of sparkling tiaras and impeccably polished shoes from the guests.

Despite the overwhelming opulence surrounding you, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of your mind - "I so don’t belong here…"

With a twist of fate and defying your disapproving family who didn’t even want you here tonight, a stroke of luck shined your way. But you couldn’t even think about that right now. You just wanted to take this all in.

Though all eyes were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Prince Rex - the main reason for the ball - your focus remained captivated by the beauty of your surroundings; caught in a reverie. It hardly felt real.

Overwhelmed by it all, you sought for a moment of calm in the serenity of the outdoors. The far left door beckoned, leading to a spacious balcony offering a panoramic view of the landscape bathed in the stunning glow of a deep purple sunset.

As you stood there, momentarily lost in the beauty before you, a voice shattered the tranquility, causing you to startle. Turning, your eyes widened in astonishment as the Prince himself stood before you.

The tales of his valour in the Clone Wars had preceded him, his attire matching the hues of his armor - a finely embroidered doublet of blue and white. And the praise regarding his looks was indeed warranted, as he was undeniably handsome. It felt like a crime to even look at him.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" His voice was soft, his gaze kind as he regarded you.

"Yes, it is," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness as you instinctively dipped into a formal address, feeling suddenly small in his presence.

His smile was warm, his demeanor charming as he took a step closer, one hand casually tucked behind his back. "I hope you don't mind me coming to say hello. I noticed you when you entered and realised you were alone."

You struggled to comprehend how he could have singled you out amidst the bustling crowd, let alone why he would choose to engage with you. "Not at all, Your Majesty," you managed, your words tinged with a mix of surprise and admiration as you offered a quick curtsy.

He chuckles, laughter almost was infectious, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he drew nearer. "The pleasure is mine," he replied, his charm putting you at ease.

Stopping before you, he extended his hand with a gallant gesture. "Will you do me the honor of having the first dance with me?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

Caught off guard, you stared at his outstretched hand, then back up at him, a mixture of disbelief and elation flickering across your features. "I...I would be honoured," you stammered, finally accepting his offer, your heart racing with excitement as you took his hand.

As the Prince led you back into the ballroom, this time to the dance floor, you couldn't help but notice the hushed gasps and murmurs that followed your entrance. You chew on the inside of your cheek as a sense of unease crept over you, a stark reminder of your perceived insignificance among the sea of nobility and royalty.

Sensing your trepidation, the Prince offered a comforting squeeze of your hand, his reassuring touch momentarily easing your nerves. With a subtle nod, he guided you to the center of the room.

As the orchestra resumed its melody, the Prince's gaze met yours. For a moment, there was a glimmer of something unmistakable flickering in his eyes. There was a hunger there, one that sent a shiver down your spine.

With each step, the Prince's presence enveloped you, his firm yet gentle touch guiding you effortlessly across the ballroom floor. As you stole glances at the onlookers, their reactions ranged from smiles of admiration to expressions of confusion and even disdain. You’re nervous, the weight of their scrutiny threatening to dampen your spirits, but the Prince's reassuring voice cut through the noise.

"Ignore them," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Look at me."

You tore your gaze away from the judgmental stares, focusing instead on the Prince's intense eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets. Yet, despite his attempt to shield you from the prying eyes of the crowd, you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of inadequacy that lingered within you.

"I..." You hesitated, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the turmoil churning within your mind. "I can't help but feel... out of place."

The Prince's brow furrowed with concern, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly as he sought to understand your inner thoughts. "What are you thinking? If you do not wish to dance just say. I will not take offense," he observed, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

You swallowed hard, the weight of your insecurities threatening to overwhelm you. "It's just... I know why this ball is happening. You're seeking a companion, marriage. Someone who is worthy of your stature and position. And yet, here I am, dancing with you, unable to offer anything of value."

Your confession hung heavy in the air, the vulnerability of your words laid bare before him.

“So you are not a Princess or a Senator?” The Prince's unwavering gaze held yours, his question hanging in the air with a weight that made your breath catch in your throat. As more guests joined the dance, their attention momentarily diverted.

Summoning your courage, you met his gaze head-on. "No, Your Majesty, you are not mistaken. I am neither of those things."

For a moment, silence hung between you, the weight of your admission settling over the space like a heavy fog. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckles.

"May I tell you a secret?" His voice was low, conspiratorial almost. Anyway, it was enough to draw you in with its intimacy.

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue. "Of course," you replied, your curiosity piqued.

"I do not wish to marry. Not yet, anyway." His words were like a revelation, catching you off guard and causing your mind to reel with disbelief. "It is simply my duty. I did not want this Ball to take place knowing I had to marry a stranger."

The two of you danced more together, neither of you seeming to want the music to end. But there was something now different in the way he held you.

His touch was possessive, almost afraid that you were going to slip away from him at any point or have another man come and take you from him. His movements deliberate too, each step charged with an unspoken intensity that left you breathless.

The Prince's hold on you was undeniably suggestive, his every movement a tantalising invitation that stirred something primal within you. You felt foolish for getting so heated by him but there was a curious thought in your mind.

“Why have you asked me to dance with you if you’re not looking for something?”

Your question hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty, as you searched the Prince's eyes for answers. His hand, once intertwined with yours, now caressed your cheek with a tenderness that elicited an audible gasp from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut at the unexpected intimacy.

As his fingertips brushed against your skin, a rush of sensations coursed through you, igniting a fire that seemed to burn hotter with each passing moment in the bottom of your stomach. How could a simple touch evoke such a visceral reaction?

"Who says I'm not looking for something?" His words, laced with suggestion, sent a shiver down your spine, your eyes snapping open to meet his gaze once more. You saw the hunger in his eyes, a desire that started to mirror your own.

Heat rose to your cheeks, the feeling of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "I cannot lie and say that's not flattering," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as his hands trailed across your body with an intimacy that left you stunned.

Leaning in close, his lips mere inches from your ear, he whispered words that sent a jolt of electricity straight between your legs. "Have you ever been with royalty?"

With a sense of excitement, the Prince guided you through hidden corridors and secret passages, away from prying eyes and into the seclusion of his personal chambers. Each step was imbued with anticipation, yet you were eager to see what was to happen.

As he opened the door, granting you entry into his private domain, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. The tapestries that draped the wall, the size of his bed… all of it. But before you could fully take in your surroundings, the Prince stepped up behind you, his hands finding purchase on your hips, his lips brushing against your ear in a gesture that sent shivers down your spine.

"Do you want to do this?" His voice, soft yet commanding, filled the room with an intoxicating allure that left you breathless.

"Yes, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your desire evident in every trembling breath.

"In here," he murmured, his hands trailing down your back as he began to slowly, deliberately, undress you. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body that has your knees shaking, “you can call me Rex.”

As the fabric of your dress fell away, leaving you exposed in your corset and undergarments, a flush of heat flooded your cheeks at the Prince's appreciative gaze. "You are beautiful," he whispered against your skin, the warmth of his breath making your head roll back and rest in the crook of his shoulder. His lips found your exposed neck, gently kissing along your skin that makes you whimper under his touch.

Your body tingles with anticipation as Rex then led you to his bed. As he sat down, his gaze roamed over your form with a soft smirk, his eyes locking with yours in a silent exchange of desire.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he kissed over your knuckles softly that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "Can you be good for me?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes, Rex,” you replied, your voice husky with longing. “Anything for you.”

"Good girl," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you as he quickly undressed you until you were now fully nude, him following suit before he reclined on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The air crackled with tension as you crawled towards him, your movements deliberate and sensual.

As you drew closer, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume you both. His lips were warm and delicious, tender and precise whilst his hands roamed over your body with an urgency.

But then, with a subtle command, he guided you into position, his gaze smoldering with desire as he whispered, "I wish for you to sit on my face."

A smile of anticipation spread across your lips, your eyes shining with desire as you straddled his face, feeling the heat of his breath against your skin. With a low moan of pleasure, you lowered yourself onto him, the sensation of his tongue exploring your cunt sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you.

"You taste so fucking good," he moans into your heat, his tongue working wonders as it explores every inch of your dripping arousal. Gripping your thighs firmly, he holds you in place, his determination evident in the fervour of his actions.

His hand roams upwards, teasing your sensitive skin until it finds purchase on your breast, kneading and pinching your hardened nipples. “R-Rex,” you whine beautifully, gazing down at him between your legs, his brown eyes staring back at you with desire as he sticks his tongue deep in your hole; the noises lewd, sloppy and messy

Feeling bold, you begin to move your hips, grinding against his face with increasing urgency. "That's it, ride my tongue," he encourages, praises, his words muffled by your slicked cunt that sends vibrations through your core.

You're on the brink of ecstasy after a few minutes, your body trembling. "I'm gonna cum, Rex," you moan, your fingers brushing against his buzzed-blonde hair as he pushes you closer to the edge with his expert ministrations.

"Go ahead, cum for me," he demands, his grip tightening as he doubles his efforts, pushing you over the edge into a euphoric release. With a satisfied groan, he laps up your essence, savouring the taste of your pleasure.

As you catch your breath, he guides you onto his lap, his solid cock pressing against you. "Are you ready for more?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours, his desire evident in the hunger of his kiss. “You’ve got such a beautiful pussy… I just need to bury myself inside you.”

Your mind is reeling from the intense pleasure coursing through your veins as Rex's lips devour yours, leaving you yearning for more. “Yes, yes fuck me please!”

He grins against your lips and flips you over, positioning himself above you, anticipation coils in the pit of your stomach. His cock presses against your slick folds, the size both intimidating and exhilarating. "You're so big, Your Majesty," you purr in desire.

"I told you," he replies softly, his breath hot against your skin as he begins to ease himself inside you, eliciting a hearty groan of satisfaction. "Call me Rex."

With each inch of his length filling you, a symphony of pleasure floods your senses, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. His hands grip the sheets beside you, his movements deliberate and controlled as he savours the sensation of being buried deep within you.

"Stars, you're tight," he murmurs. "It's been so long for me..."

You offer no words of reassurance, only the soft sounds of your moans and the tightening of your legs around him, urging him to delve deeper into each moan you make.

His pace starts slow but then quickens quickens, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "You've got such a lovely cunt," he coos, his eyes locked on the intimate union between your bodies, his cock glistening with your slick arousal. "You feel so good."

"M-More, I need more, Rex," you whimper, your body arching against his, desperate for the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.

With a deep grunt, he obliges, his movements becoming more urgent and rough as he plunges into you with unrestrained passion. "Beautiful," he praises, his voice thick with desire as he loses himself, gazing into your brown eyes.

The room fills with the sounds of passion, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and lust. Your body is ablaze with desire, every nerve ending ignited by the intoxicating pleasure of Rex's touch. With each thrust, he elicits a chorus of moans and gasps from your lips, driving you to the brink of madness.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his voice a husky whisper against your skin as he buries himself deeper inside you, face buried in the crook of your neck as he practically folds you in half. "So tight and wet for me, just begging to be fucked."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, the sheer intensity of his desire sending shivers down your spine. "Yes, Rex, please," you whimper, your voice a desperate plea for more of him, more of the overwhelming pleasure he brings.

He responds with a sigh, his movements growing more urgent and desperate as he seeks to fill the hunger that consumes you both. "You're driving me crazy," he confesses, his voice raw with need as he loses himself.

You want more. You need more. "Harder, Rex," you beg, your nails digging into his skin as you urge him to push you further, to take you to the edge again.

With a fierce determination, he complies, his thrusts becoming one again rougher and more intense as he drives you towards the pinnacle of release. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, kissing your neck before resting his forehead to yours, locking gazes. “You look so cock-hungry.”

It was sudden, your orgasm hitting you like blaster-fire. With a shared cry of release, you surrender to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, your walls contracting on his cock.

You screamed his name, grasping at his body desperately as he gives strained grunt before he spilled deep inside you. He holds you tight, still slowly thrusting in and out, and you kept clawing at his back, murmuring incoherently.

Rex soon stops, staying inside you as you just laid there together, catching your breaths. “You are wonderful.” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You smile lazily, your legs still twitching as you slowly come down from your high, gasping quietly as his softening cock slips out of you.

“May I draw you a bath?” As Rex offers to run you a bath, he covers you with a part of his duvet and you can’t help but feel touched by his consideration for your comfort, and a blush warms your cheeks at his respect for your dignity.

"I feel like I should be asking you," you chuckle softly, meeting his gaze. "After all, you are the Prince. But I'd like that, if you don't mind?"

"I would not have offered otherwise," he assures you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before retreating into the refresher, the sound of running water filling the silence.

Alone in his room, you allow yourself a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of events that led you here. You had only wanted to have a bit of fun tonight, sneaking into the Ball without your family's knowledge and experiencing just splendor, only to catch the eye of the Prince himself. And what followed was beyond your wildest dreams. He had been kind, sweet, and utterly captivating.

But reality soon creeps back in, reminding you of the inevitable constraints of his royal obligations.

With a heavy sigh, your gaze lingered on a clock and your eyes widened as realisation hit. Time is slipping away and you must leave—fast.

Hastily, you gather your clothes, struggling to dress yourself. The intricate laces of your dress prove to be a challenge, and frustration mounts as the seconds tick by.

The sound of your hurried movements catches Rex's attention, and he emerges from the refresher, a quizzical expression on his face. "Is everything alright?"

"I..." you falter, meeting his gaze, the softness and confusion in his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. He looks almost like a wounded creature, not wanting to see you go. "I have to leave. But I've had the most magical night, Your Majesty."

As you turn to leave, a pang of regret grips you tightly. "Wait! I... I don't even know your name," Rex calls out, his voice laced with a hint of shame at his oversight, mentally cursing at himself for never asking. Supposedly it was because he felt like he did know you.

But time is against you, and you have no choice but to flee his chambers, leaving his question unanswered. With an apologetic glance over your shoulder, you bolt from the room, your heart pounding in your chest as you navigate the labyrinth passageways of the palace, praying you remembered the way he led you in.

Meanwhile, Rex scrambles to dress himself, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He curses his own foolishness for not asking your name sooner, knowing that now, you're gone, slipping through his fingers like sand.

As he races down the stairs of the palace, clothes askew and heart pounding, he scans the darkness of the night, searching for any trace of you.

All he has now are the memories of your eyes, the warmth of your touch, and the lingering scent of your lips to remind him of the moment you shared.

But Rex is determined. He will find you again, no matter the cost.

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In Another World

Part 1

Request: Hi! Can I please request a Kylo x f!reader oneshot where she’s from Earth, & doesn’t know about jedi + 1st order(she’s not a Jedi/no powers). One day stumbles upon something that causes her to teleport where the 1st Order is. Kylo & troops notice her & capture her(she’s terrified/confused), He keeps her safe, & to fully protect her, he marries her so the order doesn’t question why she’s alive. She hates it at first, but they both fall in love, she even talks him down, so he doesn’t kill his dad. Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

WC: 1.1 K.

Fictober Challenge

After many years of research, your team had finally made a breakthrough in quantum mechanics. This new experiment was going to change the world. As the particle accelerator was activated, you felt the ground shake beneath you. A crackle of energy filled the air, and then everything went black.

You woke to the smell of smoke and the sound of screams. You opened your eyes to find yourself surrounded by trees. You were no longer in the lab. As you stood up, people were running away, completely ignoring your attempts to ask where you were. Then you saw something that was definitely not human- it looked like a robot of some kind, also fleeing in the same direction. You turned to see what they were all running away from, only to come face-to-face with a figure dressed in black, wearing a helmet that could only be described as…funny. 

“Finally, someone who isn’t running. Could you tell me where we are? I must have hit my head or something” you asked and the figure approached slowly.

“Interesting” he tilted his head, observing you.

“Uhm, are you alright?” You noticed the strange mechanical tone in his voice, which put you even more on edge.

“You don’t seem afraid of me” he remarked.

“And…why would I be?” you asked, utterly confused by the man standing before you. Then, with a sharp-snap hiss, he ignited what appeared to be a laser sword and held it to your neck.

“Alright, alright! Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Could you please lower that thing? I promise, I didn’t do anything” you raised your hands in surrender, fear gripping you. This man was a psychopath.

“Do you think this is a joke, girl?” his voice was laced with anger.

“No, no! I don’t. Please, I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t kill me” you begged, your heart pounding.

“That droid. Where did he go?” he demanded, still not lowering the blade.

“The ball thing? I… I don’t know.”

“Don’t play games with me. I don’t have time for this.” he threatened, bringing the saber closer.

“I’m not! I swear. Look, I just got here. I have no clue where we are or what that thing was” you babbled, your panic growing.

“So you insist on lying to me?” He snapped his fingers, and two soldiers in white armor grabbed you by the arms. “Bring her to my ship.”

“Please, no! I swear I’m telling the truth! Where are you taking me?” You shouted, struggling in their grip as they dragged you toward the ship. He ignored you, clearly focused on finding something.

“Hey, let me go. I- I can walk” you tried to pull your arms, but they were stronger.

—

“You know, I wouldn’t mind being tied up under other circumstances, but maybe not in this situation. This really is not necessary, I can assure you that.” You babbled nervously, tugging at the restraints.

“I’ll be the judge of that” the man in black said coolly, still wearing his mask.

“Why am I here, exactly?” you asked cautiously.

“The droid. Where is it?” he repeated.

“Listen, dude. I don’t know. I told you, and I’m telling you again, I have no idea where I am or what this place is. I don’t even know if you’re a real person or a robot behind that mask.” You quipped, frustration bubbling up.

He removed his helmet, revealing indeed, a person was behind it. He approached you, his features were cold and unreadable, betraying nothing. “You know I can take whatever I want” he said, his voice low and threatening.

“Whoa! I hope you don’t mean that in a sexual way” you blurted, your heart racing and he sensed the distress in you.

His eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. You were different from anyone he’d ever interrogated. “Your mind. I can simply take the information you’ve been hiding” he clarified, his tone colder.

You sighed deeply, getting tired of explaining to him. “Then go ahead. You’ll see that I have nothing to hide and this is all just a big misunderstanding.” You instantly regretted your words, fearing he might torture information you didn’t have out of you.

He seemed surprised by your lack of resistance. He contemplated for a moment, then reached out with his hand, and you felt a brief twinge of pain spike through your head.

“You were telling the truth” he muttered, lowering his hand, not expecting that. He paced the room as he considered his next move.

“I told you.” After a moment of silence, you asked cautiously “So…does that mean you’ll let me go now?”

“I can’t do that.”

Before you could say anything else, another man entered the room, looking displeased. “Who have you brought in this time, Ren?” the ginger man asked, disdain evident in his tone.

So, his name was Ren, you noted, watching the exchange in growing anxiety.

“General Hux, I do not appreciate you barging in” Ren said, visibly irritated.

“I have orders from Supreme leader Snoke himself.” Hux said, puffing his chest in pride.

“What are the orders?”

Hux glanced at you, then returned his gaze on Ren “We’ve received intel on the resistance. We know their location. We’re preparing to launch an attack that would wipe them out” He announced smugly.

Your eyes widened in fear. These people, whoever they were, were dangerous people, and you had heard too much. You tried to shrink into the background, hoping you wouldnt’t draw their attention to you again. Alone, the look Hux gave you sent shivers down your spine. However, you failed miserably as both men could sense your fear.

“The girl must die. She’s heard more than she should.” Hux declared coldly, glancing at you again.

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Just please, don’t kill me” you pleaded, your voice cracking.

“I will decide her fate” Ren interjected, anger flashing his eyes at Hux’s interference. He didn’t like someone else being in his business or giving him orders.

“If you can’t do it, I’ll gladly take care of it” Hux sneered, stepping closer to you, but Ren’s voice cut through the tension.

“Stop right there. Don’t you dare lay a hand on her” Ren barked, his voice shaking with anger. Once he realized that his worry was out of place, he had to improvise “She’s my wife…to be.” As he said these words, he seemed shocked himself.

“What? No” you exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief. 

Hux glanced between the two of you, clearly noy convinced. “Your wife to be?”

“Yes” Ren said, regaining his composure. “She ran away from me, but I found her. The wedding will take place soon. I don’t need to explain my personal affairs with you.”

“I- I’ll leave you to it, then” Hux replied, a look of distaste crossing his features before turning to you with mock politeness. “I believe congratulations are in order.” he smirked before walking out.

[thesassypadawan]

Dream Guy (Knight Obi-Wan X RealWorldFemReader)

Summary: After striking out at single’s night, and tipsily confessing to your little Obi-Wan figure some things, you find yourself in the middle of what’s easily the most interesting Valentine’s you’ve ever had! One that you surely will never forget!

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Oral (female receiving) and Obi’s skilled tongue.

“Wish me luck, Obi! Maybe tonight I’ll actually meet a guy as dreamy as you!” You jokingly called out to your little Obi-Wan figure before heading out to yet another singles night. You hadn’t been successful in the past, but it was Valentine’s Day. Maybe the odds would be in your favor this time around…

“Well, that was a total bust!” You exclaimed, plopping down on your cold and lonely bed.

You had, obviously, been unsuccessful. The odds totally not in your favor. The majority of the men had either been pervs, losers, or just out right jerks. And the few decent ones where almost immediately snatched up by the hungrier women than yourself. Oh well, at least the drinks were free…and you made sure to take full advantage.

“Too bad you’re not real, little guy. I’d make you my valentine,” you said all mopey to your Obi figure. Your tipsy behind then placed a kiss on his tiny head before heading off to take a LONG bubble bath …a bottle of wine in hand and no glass.

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When you were finally done soaking…more like when you were done polishing off the whole bottle…you were surprised to find a pile of rose petals outside the bathroom. A pile of petals that formed into a trail. A trail that just so happened to lead in the direction of your bedroom. Which your kicked-in-the-ass-self happily followed and ended with you slowly opening the door to reveal…

More petals and dozens of flickering candles scattered all around the room, along with…one VERY naked Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He was sprawled out on your bed…posed all sexy…a single red rose in hand. “Hello there.”

And so, there you stood…wearing only a towel with your eyes blown wide. You knew that none of this should make sense, but after the disappointing evening and all the booze you had. Well, you just kind of said ‘kriff it’ and decided to roll with whatever this crazy thing was. “Hello there yourself.”

Letting your towel drop to the floor, you joined the dashing jedi on your bed. Glancing over at the nightstand as you did so, taking note of the now figureless spot. “Guess, I’ll have to make you my valentine, huh?”

“Only if you want, darling,” Obi said all smooth, pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss.

“Told you earlier that I would,” you giggled against his lips, kissing him back just as passionately.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer,” he chuckled. Giving you one more sweet kiss, he gently nudged you onto your back. His large hands caressing your curves as they slid down your body, sending sparks of pleasure to your aching core. “Now, my little valentine, why don’t you let your dream guy take care of you?”

“Please,” you whimpered. It had been so long since you were last touched like this that you had nearly forgotten how good it could feel.

Obi-Wan flashed you a warm smile and urged your legs to part. He pressed a gentle kiss to each of your thighs. Working his way slowly up one at a time. Kissing and sucking on your sensitive spots. Marking them up oh so beautifully. Enjoying all the lovely, little sounds you made.

Gazing up at you, blue eyes shining with love and admiration. Obi shot you a mischievous look and slid his tongue between your folds. “Is this all for me, darling? Have I already made you this wet?” He murmured against you, the vibrations from his voice making you squirm.

“Yes,” you mewled, fingers tangling in his auburn locks. “All for you.”

“Then I’ll be sure to savor every last drop,” he growled, before diving into your soaking cunt like a man starved.

A moan fell from your lips as you desperately pulled him closer. With his tongue skillfully working and beard scratching perfectly against your thighs. You soon felt the heat of your release bubbling up inside of you. “O-Obi… O-Obi…”

“That’s it, dear one. Cum for me. Let me taste your divine nectar,” he cooed. Lapping at your clit, letting his teeth graze it ever so slightly.

And, just like that, you fell over the edge. Waves of blinding pleasure came crashing over you as your grinded against his face. Riding out your high, while clenching around his tongue.

“Sweeter than candy, love,” he muttered, licking his lips clean. Pressing a kiss to your pussy, he then crawled over top of you. His strong arms resting on either side, trapping you easily under him with his huge body. “Think you’re up for a bit more?”

You nodded weakly, still not able to form words quite yet.

“Wonderful, because this is only the beginning,” he whispered, teasing you with his fat cock. “I plan to make this a Valentine’s Day you’ll never forget.”

And so, there you lay…wearing absolutely nothing with your eyes still blown wide You knew that none of this should make sense, but after the very pleasant surprise of your dream guy coming to life and the earth-shattering orgasm you had. Well, you just kind of said ‘kriff it’ and decided to roll with whatever this amazing thing was.

[birdy-bat-writes]

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

A/N: I don't think there's anything that requires a content warning in here. Maybe suggestive content?

I'm a hopeless romantic so here are random everyday things I feel Anakin Skywalker would do that could be so romantic and attractive:

I don't know if guitars exist in Star Wars but in real life, Anakin would help you tune a guitar. Maybe you’re struggling to get one of the strings just right and he hears you playing from another room and walks in to see you strumming the strings over and over.

“Ani, while you’re here, does this sound right to you?” You strum along the strings and he walks over to you, wrapping one hand around your shoulder and listening closer.

“I think it needs to be a tad lower. Here.” He says, holding up the neck of the guitar to allow you to reach the tuning pegs better. One more strum and it sounds perfect and you both smile at the sound. Then he sits and watches you play with a goofy smile on his face that makes you blush so you play him a love song that makes him blush harder.

Bringing you food to your work or class and just dropping it off for you so he doesn’t take up your time. It’ll have a little note on it that won’t be crazy cheesy. Just sweet and thoughtful, like, “Don’t want you forgetting to eat again, babe :) Love you! P.S. I picked up the dry cleaning.”

Sometimes when he wants to be cheesy to get a rise out of you, the notes will say things like, "Do you like raisins? How about a date?" in a box full of raisins.

Coming home before you and he doesn’t want to change into pajamas just yet but he wants to be comfortable so he’s walking around with his robes completely open across the chest. And he doesn’t even seem to notice that you be taken aback to find him like this when you come home.

He’s walking around, setting the table, doing laundry, all half shirtless. He only realizes you’ve been staring a little before dinner and finds it really amusing.

For some reason I imagine him to be really clueless when shopping for groceries or necessities. From what I understand, the Jedi temple seems to have everything a Jedi needs within its walls; food, water, bedding, etc. So when Anakin tries to surprise you by cooking for you, he has to give up on his plan and call you to ask which store to go to for different ingredients.

He knows where the basics are, but if one store he goes to is closed? His whole plan is in shambles because he has no backup.

He mainly wears his robes but he owns shirts and pants, and some of them are way too small for him now, but he keeps them around for you to wear when you want something looser to wear and loves to see you in his clothes.

Anakin strikes me as the type of guy who'd be really good with dogs. Seeing him play around with a huge German Shepherd or a Mastiff feels like such an attractive thought for some reason?

Like, you two could be talking while sitting on the floor and while he's talking, he's smiling and petting your dog who's cuddled up against his leg.

Anakin would love to take you out on dates, but to maintain the secret aspect of your secret relationship, he has to take a few precautions.

He would find the most remote, beautiful planets to take you to. Dinner and dancing, walks along the... well, not the beach because you know, sand. But long strolls in flowery meadows and swims in lagoons with waterfalls.

Anakin would also be one of those people who just stop for a while and stares at you in awe. Not for long and usually not consciously, but he'll look up from what he's doing randomly and let his eyes wander around the room until they catch you in sight and he'll just let his vision focus there, a smile forming on his face.

It's almost gotten him into trouble when it happens in public.

He'll just watch you for a few seconds at a time admiring what he has in front him. you once asked, "What are you looking?"

"I'm looking at you."

"Why?" you laughed out.

"Because I can't help it sometimes. You're just so pretty." and you just shut up because now you can't form words.

[anakinskywalker97]

3 - The Rise of Skywalker

Darth Vader x Ex-Padawan Reader

Chapter Three: Failure

Summary: Vader confronts his mother and gets to see how you've been living all these years.

Warnings: slow burn I promise I have all kinds of smut for this but I'm just too attached to them not to have plot.

Vader's mind swirled with dreams of Tatooine. He was with his mother again, not being eaten by death, or beaten by slave masters, just sitting and eating in the kitchen. When he woke up to the sound of kitchen sounds he was sad that he was on Tatooine, beside a kitchen, but his mother was lost. Obi-Wan had started on breakfast sounding more like a Summa-verminoth than a Jedi. He took a breath and tried to calm himself, feeling you drooling on his shoulder brought him back down. Out of curiosity, he dipped into your mind wondering if this new force bond would let him into your dreams.

You woke with a start hands gripping onto him tightly. Your eyes wide trying to find what was wrong.

Sorry - He said realizing his error. - Wanted to see what you were dreaming about.

Kriff - you laid back down on him and he listened as your heart hammered.- I thought you were warning me.

It was a fair assumption, there had been lots of times he’d had to wake you up that way and needed you ready to fight during the war. You continued to cling to him breathing the air off his skin as different sensation moving through you. Eventually, you let out a laugh at Obi-Wan’s clanking around in the kitchen.

“We're decent.” You spoke out loud, the clanging lessened considerably.

“Breakfast is almost ready.” He called back. You got up and stretched, the bottom of your top exposing the flesh of your stomach. Your eyes caught him looking and you gave him a wide smile. You went to the bathroom and Vader went into the kitchen.

Obi-Wan had made himself quite a home. He moved gracefully around the small kitchen in his sleep clothes and an apron. Vader laughed at the sight. A genuine laugh, striking his own ears as strange. His former masker turned to look at him and he saw that he was even wearing a headband to keep his hair out of his face while sleeping. The tears forming in his eyes irritated them, but the sting wasn't enough to take away the pure hilarity of Obi-Wan’s state of undress.

Something misty moved into Obi-Wan’s presence as a sad smile formed on his face.

“That’s a sound I haven't heard since, oh gosh I would say the time Windu missed a step on the stairs to the chancellor's office.” He laughed at the memory of 13-year-old Anakin howling with laughter. The memory held the usual painful sting of the abuse suffered in that setting, but the memory made him continue to laugh. He thought it was the funniest thing to ever happen. Obi-Wan had to usher him out into an elevator because his voice was echoing around the main lobby.

Obi-Wan’s eyes held an emotion that Vader certainly could not handle. Obi-Wan knew this and turned back to the stove. Vader moved his attention to you. You had washed up and were starting to fold the blankets in the living room. He was going to get up when you called out to him.

Stay - So he did. It only took you a few minutes and he watched the sunlight pour in through the windows bathing the clay walls in light. It would be hot and hurt like hell. But being in the light surrounded by family made him happy.

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You watched Anakin closely. His moods seemed to be leveling out which was good. Other than his brief thought about murdering you and Obi-Wan he’d appeared to be coming down from whatever bullshit Palpatine had him cooked up on. Then there was the deeper truth of the situation eating you.

At his core, according to lore, Anakin was a Sith.

He was made by the Sith for the Sith. They willed him into existence, and the force chose his mother. The real question is, does that mean he’s incapable of choosing good? Is the dark side of the force really that separate from the light? You kept these observations and thoughts well hidden in your mind.

Hearing him laugh added years onto the end of your life. That laugh was so sweet, all the times you had been the cause you could remember as they were so rare. The laugh he gave Obi-Wan was a genuine laugh, careless and loud, completely different from the chuckle you could occasionally earn during the war.

The three of you ate together and discussed plans. Anakin wanted to see his mother’s grave before leaving. You took the ship over to the location and landed it. You stood at the edge of the ramp not wanting to intrude but also curious about what his beginnings looked like.

Stay here - he said firmly. Something was bothering him and you assumed it was the intense heat landing on his raw skin. Even fully covered it would hurt badly.

I will - you answered watching him walk out into the sand halfway and then stop. He turned back to look at you for a moment before his shoulders slumped slightly.

Come with me - His voice sounded frustrated and defeated at the same time. You moved out into the heat and walked through the sand. As soon as he reached you he pulled your hood up over your head. You had taken one of his fancy black robes from his ship and fully intended to never give it back. You walked a distance before you saw the little marker made of wood. It was freshly painted meaning someone here cared enough to maintain it. Surely that should improve his mood.

You looked out on the horizon while he knelt before his mother’s grave.

“I failed again.” He said simply. He put his hand in the sand and was quiet. “This is my former Padawan.” You came to stand beside him and sat down when you realised he was going to talk about you.

“Hi” You said softly, not entirely sure if you were supposed to speak or not.

“I let her down too, and Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan, and The Order. I said I wasnt going to mess it up again but I really messed it up this time.”

There was something about his voice that made you able to look at him and see who he was as a child. The rest of the things he said he did not speak out loud.

“She brought me back and this time, I’ll try to do it right.” He took a deep breath. “Here at the end of everything, I will get it right. I promise.”

You gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed his hand.

“He’s in good hands. I won’t fail him again.” The words were heavy, but if she were here it’s exactly what you would have said to her. Anakin’s eyes were sharp on you for a long moment but you didn't break contact with the sand in front of you. You ran your fingers through it and you felt a feeling of hate wash over him. On instinct, your body prepared you for a fight.

Anakin reached over and you let him pull your hand away from the sand. You wondered if it was a customs thing. Before you could apologize he was saying goodbye and was pulling you along. You felt his force presence holding your hood up against the wind. Walking towards the sun, in the wind, through the sand was awful.

“I don’t want to be rude.” You called out against the wind. “But I really hate it here. The heat and light is one thing, but sand.” You groaned. “It’s fucking awful.”

Anakin barked out a laugh so sudden in made you jump.

“Trying living here.” He said in a happier mood.

“Only for you.” You said softly, unsure if he heard it in the wind.

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Vader inspected the road towards your apartment building. It was a seemingly alright area, it was late and this part of the city seemed to be asleep. The building was well-built and on the more expensive side of things. Good security. He followed you down the hall and held your bag while you looked for your keys. The door to your apartment opened and he hated how eager he was to see your space.

It was sparse but homey. A large note was stuck on your fridge. Bright red letters saying “CALL ME” You pulled it down and sighed. Your kitchen and living room were divided by a large island. A large balcony wrapped around the living room, something he wasn't too keen on. Sure you were on the 150th floor, but still. Sliding glass doors were unacceptable. His attention went back to the note posted on the fridge.

“Obi-Wan, the spare bedroom is on the right, the sheets are clean if you want to settle in.” Obi-Wan gave a nod and said goodnight. You turned to him. “Two options for you, I'm on the left or you can take the-” He had already started down the hallway to your room. He could hear your phone call form there as he looked around.

This looked more like what the inside of your mind felt like. Two large bookcases filled with worn paperbacks. You bed was a messy of blankets, quilts, and pillows. You had pictures on your wall and stuff cluttering the tops of your dressers.

“Hey.” He heard you say on the phone and listened in. He couldn't make out what the person on the end of the line was saying but they were shouting at you. He moved down the hallway into the kitchen. If you were in trouble he wanted to know about it.

“I know it was stupid.” You said pinching the bridge of your nose. You were leaning on the countertop. He picked you up by the hips and you made a sound of surprise. He turned you and sat you on the countertop. He stood between your legs giving you no personal space. “Sorry, it’s nothing.” You said hurriedly. He liked this game. His hands trailed up your thighs and he watched you squirm.

“How did you escape him?” A female voice asked. He assumed it was a friend by the concerned but angry tone.

“I didn't escape exactly - Look I sort of -” Your voice was nervous.

“Please tell me you didn't do something stupid.” He realized the voice on the other end of the phone was Ahsoka. He was surprised for a moment, then happy that your friendship had survived everything.

“No, I definitely did something stupid. But I’m home now, and I’m safe. We can figure everything else out later.”

“Just - Call me in the morning and don’t leave like that again.” She was angry with you.

“I’ll try not to.”

“Thank you. Now to go to sleep.” Ahsoka seemed happy with your apology.

“I will, I’ll give you all the details later. Just don’t tell anyone I’m back. I’m still sort of working on something.”

“Kriff.” Ahsoka sighed. “That’s never a good thing. Talk to you in the morning.” She hung up and you looked up at Vader.

“How is she?” He asked enjoying the way the kitchen light illuminated your eyes.

“She’s pissed. But other than that she’s doing well.” Your eyes were honest and he was happy. Knowing you were tired he picked you up and carried you to your room. He threw you down on the bed and started to properly snoop through your things. He’d hold up the odd item and you would tell him about the story behind it. Something you had picked up or been given as a gift on your many travels as a smuggler.

He opened your dresser drawer, curious to see what you normally wore. You were still in a rebel flight suit with one of his robes. Denim and cotton. No Jedi linens, however, your closet was full of long robes of varying thickness. He could feel you watching him, but he didn't care. He was enjoying himself too much. Your clothes were nice, soft, clean and well kept.

“What are you doing?” You finally asked sounding slightly exasperated.

“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly. He wanted to know how you were living, maybe wanted to see what his life could have been like. Perhaps he was trying to assess if he could see himself in the space long term. He let his guard down so you could have access to his emotions hoping it would be enough reassurance about his intentions. He was probably being creepy, but he had spent so much time thinking you were dead. To know you had been here occupying space, having things, friends, a ship of your own, a life without him. Suddenly he wanted to know everything, partially to ensure you were alright, the rest was purely selfish.

“Well, you can sift through my underwear till your heart's content. I’m gonna shower and get changed.” You said in a sleepy voice. He wanted nothing more than to shower with you but he knew with the state of his skin it wouldn't be a good idea. “I’ll get you re-bandaged after.”

You went into your attached bathroom and Vader followed. He leaned in the doorway and you smiled at him before taking your clothes off.

“I have a lot of things to catch up on.” He finally said while you turned the shower on. You got in and it was easier for him to open up, he shut the door and sat on the toilet. “I thought you were gone, but you have this whole life. Things, stories, plants” He thought of the cactus on your window sill. It was easier for him to breath with the damp hot air.

“Still not great with plants.” You said.

“Still, I missed out on the one thing I wanted.” The words threatened to crush him but he said them anyway. The one thing he wanted most of all he was told was gone, to find out it was happening without him… Hurt.

“You're here now aren't you?” You turned the shower off and grabbed a clean towel.

“I’m still not sure if I can come back from what I’ve done.” He answered and closed his eyes wanting to avoid your expression to this truth.

“If you leave me again, I’ll kill you. I'll drag you back here and end you” Your voice was serious and he looked over at you. Your hair was twisted up in the towel and you were wrapped in a thick pink bathrobe. He wanted to laugh, but your voice had a power to it he was unsure of. “See, now I’m the dark and possessive one.” You gave him a wide smile. “If you cheat on me though, I’ll hand you over to Ahsoka.”

The concept of cheating on you was completely alien. You had always been the first and last thing on his mind.

“Now get naked.” You commanded and pulled a first aid pack out from under the sink. He got undressed and was happy to see you had a heavy duty kit, while also being troubled as you opened it. It had seen heavy use and had lots of various tubs and jars added to it. You got to work on him and he relaxed letting you do it. You would win if he fought with you, and you were tired.

He let you tell him stories of various jobs you had done while the salve set. You bandaged him nicely. Moving back into your room he looked at the bed feeling unsure again.

“Will the air bother you if I open the window?”

“No.”

You opened it and the night air rushed into the room.

“Have you never had anyone attack through the windows?”

“No one would be that stupid.” You said easily pulling him down on his side of the bed

[ncfan-1]

I have pondered a long time the question of just what it is that makes both Sol and Qimir both immediately want Osha upon seeing her, whereas Mae is discarded the moment Osha comes into focus. I think I have finally hit upon an answer, one I’ve hesitated to share because I was afraid people would think I was saying it to slight Osha when I’m not, but here it is. I think the answer lies in Osha’s willingness to assimilate, versus Mae’s unwillingness to assimilate.

What is it that makes Sol recoil from Mae on the night of the Ascension, and narrow his focus to be concerned only for Osha’s well-being, even though, if he really does consider the coven to be as sinister as he seems to, he ought to still think that both of these girls could be in danger? It’s when he sees the mark on Mae’s forehead that she has received as consequence of having undergone the Ascension, the physical marker of her belonging with her coven and her unwillingness to assimilate to the dominant paradigm of Force-wielding in the galaxy. He says of her that she “has been marked by dark magic,” and his attitude very much seems to be that she was tainted by this dark magic. He immediately concludes that the marked sister is safe with her family while the unmarked sister is not, even though he has no idea to what end Mae was marked, and Osha wasn’t.

It is Mae, all of eight years old, and not Osha, who is put on the spot about her marginalized culture by a pair of adult outsiders with “notions”, without one of the adults of her own community present. Mae is allowed to lie her way through her cognitive test unchallenged. Sol and Indara both know that Mae is lying during that test—Sol saw her using the Force twice; he knows perfectly well that she’s Force-sensitive—but Sol never encourages her to tell the truth, never shows any real, deep concern for her well-being, even though Mae takes the test first, even though it’s Mae’s behavior and not Osha’s that first tips him off that the twins have been told to lie. He’s Othered her. He’s dismissed her from the place in his heart where concern lives. It’s only after Sol thinks that he’s killed Mae that she seems to become important to him again, dwelling in the place in his heart where guilt lives, a frozen memory that he can perhaps forget had accepted a different way of life than the life he lives, a frozen memory that he can perhaps forget he did such a serious disservice to, even before he dropped her.

As for Qimir, I’ll admit, I have long held him in contempt for his “Mae was only interested in revenge,” because it exposes that Qimir never made much of an effort to get to know Mae, no matter how long he was acquainted with her. To the audience, it’s obvious that Mae wanted the companionship of her family more than she ever wanted revenge, because of her willingness to abandon her pursuit of revenge/justice against the Jedi who killed her family when she discovers that Osha, one of her family, is still alive. But let’s assume that Qimir is speaking truthfully when he assumes that Mae was only interested in revenge, and if we do, I wonder if this isn’t an expression of something else.

Qimir does not identify himself as a Sith, saying only that the Jedi would probably name him as such. But we know that there is an implied connection between him and Darth Plagueis, which most likely leaves him Sith-adjacent; the fact that he prompts Mae to recite the first line of the Sith Code in Episode 2 suggests as much. And we know that Qimir was once a Jedi. So, we have Jedi and Sith in Qimir’s background, the two ideologies that take turns as the dominant Force-wielding paradigms in the galaxy. And what is Mae, exactly?

Mae, who when she goes out to track down the Jedi who killed her family, wears clothing and armor that is as close a replication of traditional dress in her community as she seems able to approximate. Mae, who when she needs a poison to offer to Torbin, insists on using bunta, a poison native to Brendok, a poison that she used in her daily life for hunting during the winter, when she would hunt with her family. Mae, who wants to make damn sure that the Jedi she’s hunting down know who it is who’s coming after them, and why. What is Mae, exactly? Whatever tradition of Force-wielding she might currently be utilizing, she very clearly still identifies with the witches of Brendok.

The thing of it is, it’s not as though Mae hasn’t already made a huge compromise while training with Qimir, in that she was willing to accept his tutelage at all. The show doesn’t dwell on it, but electing to accept Jedi-adjacent training cannot possibly have been a decision she made lightly, or easily, whatever Qimir says about Mae having agreed to it “immediately.” To accept training in the tradition of the people who killed her family cannot possibly have been something she agreed to because she was eager for it for its own sake—she can only have agreed to it out of devotion to the family she lost, because she saw no other way to become strong enough to seek justice for them.

A huge compromise, and apparently not enough for Qimir. What’s the difference between Osha and Mae to Qimir? Qimir seems instantly fascinated with Osha. Even before Mae prepares to desert him, he seems to have almost completely lost interest in her, because Osha’s turned up. Why is that? We know that he treats Osha with honesty, whereas he has been consistently deceitful to Mae since they first met. We know that he approaches Osha with sympathy, whereas his treatment of Mae was such that she regarded him with no affection or respect, only with fear and implied resentment.

Qimir’s stated motivation is that he wants freedom from the Jedi, who say that someone like him “can’t exist.” That sure does sound familiar, doesn’t it? From Mae’s point of view, that’s exactly what happened to her and her family. Members of the dominant Force-wielding ideology in the galaxy came to her homeworld, trespassed into the home of her marginalized community, and killed her entire family, with her and her sister as the only survivors. But Qimir never made an attempt to reach out to her on the basis of this huge piece of shared ground between them. He was instead deceitful, made her fear him, and eventually wrote her off as “only being interested in revenge.”

What’s the difference between Osha and Mae to Qimir? Why does he treat Osha so differently?

Well, Osha was once a Jedi, too, like Qimir. And Qimir may regard that as far more genuine a stretch of common ground than Mae having spent sixteen years believing herself to be the sole survivor of a ideologically-motivated massacre of her people by Jedi who decided that they couldn’t exist. He can empathize with Osha’s circumstances, but finds nothing in Mae’s to empathize with. Instead, he looks at Mae, Mae who still identifies strongly with her marginalized community, and Others her just as much as Sol did. “You’re not like me, and you never will be.” He writes off her devotion to her family as simple revenge-obsession, and makes no effort to understand.

Osha is far more malleable to the dominant ideologies than Mae is, far more willing to assimilate. If The Acolyte hadn’t been cancelled, I think we would have seen her forced to reckon with her heritage eventually; the fact that she instinctively uses Force Magic when she has Qimir’s helmet on is a strong sign of that. But she is willing to leave her family and become a Jedi, and implied later to be willing to adhere to Qimir’s ideas of what a Dark Sider should be, and receives positive responses as a result. Whereas Mae refuses to assimilate more than is absolutely necessary for her own survival, identifies strongly with her marginalized community even after all of them are dead, and is left on the outside of everything as a result.

[mrbubblyurchin]

Adapting Republic Commando into canon

Yes. I am doing this for fun.

RC was written for the EU, so I thought it could be fun to try to adapt some of its story into the current canon. In fact, there are only a few issues that need to be solved for this to work! Let’s begin.

1- Twi’Leks and Humans can breed

This was a rule that took place in Legends, but obviously we known Kanan and Hera had Jacen in Canon, which means there is now no reason as to why Atin and Laseema cannot.

2- CSF

In the EU, the CSF were pretty popular as the police force more than the Coruscant Guard. I figured that this doesn’t change anything in particular, maybe just that Kal says he prefers working with the CSF over the CG because he has Obrim in the CSF

3- Mandalore

So, obviously Mandalore from the EU and Mandalore from the Clone Wars are… different. Well I have a solution to this. The clones were created in 32 BBY, which was during the Phantom Menace. AKA, after Obi-Wan met Satine, well, after Sabine’s well established rule, she created Mandalore as pacifists. But, for the sake of this universe, a group of Mandalorians went to form their own ‘Mandalore’ on Kyrimorut to adhere to their more traditional Mandalorian values. Jango ruled this new Mandalore for a short time, explaining why Shysa wanted his heir, and why Shysa eventually becomes a Mandalorian ruler. This place would still be Mandalore to them, but it would be separate from the actual Mandalore of the Clone Wars Series.

Kyrimorut= New Mandalore= From Republic Commando

Mandalore= Actual Mandalore= From The Clone Wars

4- Spaarti Clones

So obviously the Spaarti Clones bred by Palps don’t exist in canon. So we are changing them to the most recent batch of clone troopers shipped off Kamino at the end of the war. Maybe still made with second generation Jango DNA. Instead of investigating the Spaarti clones, maybe Besany can find something related to Order 66. Which brings me to my next point…

5- Order 66

This is the biggest issue of canonization within the series. Because in the EU, there were no inhibitor chips. The clones just followed orders. So… what does that do here? Well… there are a few solutions.

Solution One is that they didn’t listen. The Nulls are already incredibly deviant when it comes to orders, so not a real problem there. Omega Squad is iffy, because they weren’t around any Jedi when it happened, but they knew they were going to meet up with Etain, who was a known Jedi. I could see Darman still fighting the chip, but not really for Niner, Atin, or Corr. Fi doesn’t matter since he isn’t wearing his trooper armor, and therefore doesn’t receive Order 66.

Solution Two is better. And it’s that Besany discovered the inhibitor chips based on the same report made by Rex that Ahsoka watched. She managed to access Anakin’s database or whatever cause Jaing tech skills for the win. While she did not discover the purpose of the chips or anything, she discovered they were there, and Kal hated having those chips inside his boys’ heads, and had them be removed as soon as possible in secret. Not to protect the Jedi, but just because Kal didn’t want the Kaminoans to be able to control his sons in any way. Then, when Order 66 rolled around, none of them obeyed.

So, yeah. That’s my idea on adapting RC into canon. Thank you for reading!

[aces-to-apples]

could you perhaps be enticed into writing more codakin? with:

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

you’ve written them so fabulously before 💖

This ask is. From January 2022. I wish you all a very I live in shame :margehiding: but hey, here's a visual reference lol? Note: Cody is deeply horny and thirsting hardcore under the cut

Cody hadn’t been present on Geonosis for the start of the war, but he was assigned to lead the 212th Attack Battalion under General Kenobi barely a month later.

Alpha-17 had given him a full briefing before shipping out, and an entire section of it had been dedicated to the behavior and neuroses of both the general and the general’s commander: a Padawan-Commander by the name of Skywalker. One-Seven had hardly been complimentary but the briefing had been helpful in dealing with them both, even after Skywalker was promoted to general himself and took ARC Trooper Rex with him to the 501st Legion.

(The captains’ tiles look good on Rex, when he’s forced into his dress whites, but that’s hardly the point.)

It’s been nearly two years since that briefing and Cody has more than enough experience to put together his own hours-long briefing just on Skywalker himself.

There are so many things about him—how his mind works, how his brain works—that Cody doesn’t think anyone else in the galaxy knows. Not Kenobi, not Commander Tano, not anyone else who’s ever shared his bed, even. And even so, Cody would never have guessed it before they started breaking formation together, but—

“You’re such a tease,” he hisses, low and resentful, as Anakin struts past.

The Jedi shoots a sunny smile back at him before reaching the front of the room and proceeding to contort himself into several showy, highly flexible poses, ostensibly to warm up. His shirt stretches with him and these poses in a variety of new and vaguely life-changing ways.

Shirt, of course, being a generous term for what the little padawan-commander’s devious mind has conjured up.

If Cody wasn’t sure she’d have let on long before now, and in a much louder fashion, he’d assume this was a deliberate attack on her part. Psychological warfare, even. If Rex knows, of course, then it just might be, but ‘get Cody so horned up, in front of a crowd of unaffiliated brothers, that he nearly bites a data-pad in half’ is not a Rex-typical form of retaliation.

The pants are—fine.

Brown fabric in a twill weave, they have a loose fit for a wide range of movement and only stay up thanks to the valiant efforts of a thick letheris belt. Of course it also has an eye-catching bar of silver for a buckle. Cody thanks every god large and small for that belt, buckle be damned. Without its stubborn presence keeping some semblance of modesty, Cody might actually shame the whole of the 212th with his lack of subtlety.

The training room is large and padded thickly, made for and used to the acrobatic nonsense of Jedi cadets. At the front—leading a mixed cohort of brothers from various assignments just barely maintaining a sense of propriety through said showy stretches—Anakin isn’t even wearing boot-liners.

And then that damned shirt.

Cody has seen glittering, sinuous dancers wearing more of a shirt than that kriffing thing.

He wants to rip it off—possibly with his teeth—and replace it with something with more coverage. Possibly himself.

At the back of the room, he watches Anakin slide his legs out to a 90-degree angle, bend, and place his hand flat on the mats. Someone finally breaks and wolf-whistles, to which Anakin simply flashes a smirk at the whole room and pushes himself up onto just his hands. Cody would be noting down the whistler for disciplinary action if he wasn’t desperately adjusting himself in his codpiece.

The shirt.

The shirt is practically nothing—or nearly so.

A black scrap of fabric dug out of a garbage bin, if Cody has to guess. It stretches obscenely around Anakin’s bulk, cut off at the diaphragm and leaving his soft belly exposed. No sleeves or real neckline to speak of, horizontal cut-outs bare inches above what’s already generous to call a hem.

The diamond cut-out in the center of his chest is the last straw.

High on his left pectoral, just under the clavicle, is a little spot of brown pigment. Cody knows that little spot intimately and with great fondness. Lying flat, the shirt covers it; showing off for an adoring crowd, the fabric twists and bunches, flashing that little spot to keen eyes.

Each time seeing it makes Cody want to stalk up to the Jedi and block everyone else's line of sight. And then bite it. Or something.

Cody has never been the jealous sort. He's from Kamino, how can he be? He's never owned a thing in his life, much less had an exclusive claim on a lover. That his jaw aches from grinding his teeth is—abnormal, to say the least.

Obnoxious, even.

And General Anakin kriffing Skywalker has the gall to enjoy it. The air around him practically crackles with his delight, even as the stupid kriffing outfit is supposed to embarrass him, or whatever Tano’s intention.

Cody has been through actual physical and mental torture modules constructed by sadists and abusers and yet, the 90 minutes that Anakin spends leading the assembly through a series of stretches and moving meditations are the longest of his life. In fairness, he wasn’t fully armored, in the middle of a crowded room, painfully aroused for the torture modules.

By the end of the time slot, Anakin’s hair is darkened and his skin glistening slightly with sweat.

He flashes an exasperated grimace at his padawan—the first indication of discomfort since he strutted into the room to start—but dismisses the troopers but his usual warm half-grin and takes their farewell-ribbing with grace. Cody watches his shoulders slump just slightly when the final trooper turns away, before he rallies.

The strut returns and Cody, unthinking, grabs his wrist as passes on the way to the exit.

Anakin meets his eyes through his helmet visor and words fail him. What is he supposed to say? ‘That was unbearably hot, never do it again’? ‘Fuck me before you go or else I might explode’? ‘May I pretty please, with a moonberry on top, suck you off’?

He hesitates too long.

Anakin Skywalker can be achingly sweet and often is, but he can also be unbearably smug and self-assured. His eyes and smile darken, becoming something wicked and teasing, and he hooks gentle fingers around Cody’s utility belt and tugs him just barely closer. Trails those fingers up the center of his cuirass. Taps them just over his sternum, where he knows a small sunflower is inked brightly, just between his pectorals.

If his helmet was off they’d be sharing breath, foreheads nearly pressed together, as close to a kiss as they can get on a battlefield.

“You know where to find me,” he murmurs, low and deep, irises nearly swallowed by pupil as he keeps Cody’s gaze.

Then fingers tap sharply against his armor and Anakin rocks back on his heels, ruffling his curls and smiling sunnily. He whistles something jaunty as he swaggers away—a normal song at one point, probably, but most likely a filthy rendition thought up by bored troopers on campaign—and Cody can’t move or speak for several moments.

If he moves, he’ll do something very much not acceptable in public, either by himself or after hunting Anakin down through the halls; if he speaks, it’ll be to moan or whine or beg, damn the consequences of whoever hears. So he stays still and quiet as a stealth mission. Until sense returns.

Or his brain boots back up.

Once it does, though, ooh…

He is going to get his revenge for that, one way or another.

[mrfandomwars]

The Hardships Of Being A Mandalorian Jedi: Part One - Resol'nare

Hello, it's me.

With another post about Mandalorians (and Jedi).

Sorry, couldn't help it XD

Anywho, back to what needs to be said about this post: I'm breaking down how Jedi, if they wanted to be Mando'ade or are mando'ade that were adopted into the Jedi Order (of which then consider something to think about when making ocs like that), would have a hard time with the rules that were put on the concept of 'mandalorian', both in the Six Actions (Resol'nare) from Legends and with the Way Of The Mandalore from (Disney) Canon.

This meta will be divided into 2 parts, the first part is this one and will focus on the Resol'nare (fair warning though, I Will use most of the Legends version of Mandalorian when talking about the Resol'nare, so no fanon) while the second part, found Here, will focus on Canon, specifically on The Way Of The Mandalore.

This part was a lot more certain - in terms of what the jedi would be able to do and what they can't do - than the second part, but only for a bit, honestly.

That said, let's start, shall we?

Resol'nare - Six Actions

What constituted the Six Actions, you may ask? Well, following "The Mandalorians: People and Culture" from Star Wars Insider 86, it's the following six rules:

This is the 'rules' to be a mandalorian that are followed by most mando fans, especially the older ones.

The Resol'nare was - outside of universe - created by Karen Traviss for her version of Mandalorians - of which are still very popular in the fandom, even though a good proportion of the said fans ignore a good part (for valid reason) of what she created.

Wearing Armour

Speaking Mando'a

Raising their child(ren) as Mandalorians

Defending themselves and their families

Contributing to the clan's welfare

Following a Mand'alor and rallying behind said leader if they call for arms

Sounds easy enough, right? Ehn, not so much if you are also a Jedi.

Why, you may ask? Let me break it down for you:

1. Wearing Armour -

This is one of the easy parts, anyone can wear armour - and, although I wasn't able to find a confirmation, it is said that a helmet issue in Chapter 20: The Foundling might have been simply how the mandalorains adapted to someone needs, just like we do in the real world. Meaning that armour could be adapted for Everyone

2. Speaking Mando'a -

Also super easy! And I'm sure there are variants or certain rules for Ithorians, who can't speak basic and have to use a translator

3. Raising their child(ren) as Mandalorians -

Oh boy! Now we get to the hard ones! Why, you may ask?

Because a Mando Jedi Would have Two Cultures that they would raise their kid by!

And while I'm sure it maybe wouldn't be an issue, the fact is: Mandalorians are known to forcefully change the name of kids they adopt (Kal Skirata, for an example of a victim even though his situation was portrayed positively because Karen Traviss Would Never show her mandos in anything that Wasn't a positive view), we don't get a lot mandos that show other cultures Beyond Mandalorian culture - which is bad btw (and before anyone comes at me, I'm just going to say that it could have been done during the Rebels or The Mandalorian) - and also since they view Jedi as enemies it wouldn't surprise me that they wouldn't be too kind on a kid who was mixed cultures, let alone if the kid preferred the Jedi culture more than Mandalorian.

This is not even talking about the fact that raising children is hard and that the Jedi might have to leave their job in the Order to raise the kid(s) if they weren't force sensitives - thus no longer being a Jedi job (which is what most people want when they say they want a mando jedi), and if they were force sensitive it would mean that they would probably be raised in the Order - And I want you to look at me in the eye and tell me if you truly believe that the majority of mandalorians wouldn't say that the Jedi wasn't "a true mandalorian" for taking that decision.

4. Defending themselves and their families -

Again, they will 100% do that UNLESS it means a greater harm for a good amount of people - and can you tell me that most mandalorian clans would accept that fact? That they wouldn't be the priority if something much bigger happened? Most people in real life wouldn't like that! Would fake accept and then get mad when it did happen because they were hoping that the person would change their minds!

But being a Jedi means following a philosophy of Harm Reduction and that means choosing the option that would save more lives/harm less lives, that fact doesn't change just because one of the people you won't be able to safe is your family. Or your whole family will be people you won't be able to safe, but a million more will survive, and there's No changing that.

5. Contributing to the clan's welfare -

This one seems easy but we don't know how much the Jedi are paid - if they are paid at all, honestly. For all we know they could get paid anything that could help anyone and all their things are made by the Jedi themselves or are donated or given by the Senate for missions, like they give them communicators, but it's mostly with the intent of using them during missions and not every day life - even if that becomes a side effect.

Or maybe the Jedi are given a budget, and they pay their workers, buy stuff they need (food, for example, even if I believe a good majority of vegetables and fruits are grown in the Temple) and pay the bills and then pay the Jedi/give the all the Jedi money depending on their age and rank. and maybe Jedi Shadows win money while undercover that they can use afterwards or normal Jedi have side hustles to earn money, but none of this we know for sure.

We don't Know how much the Jedi get if they get anything at all, so they won't be able to provide financially.

Okay but not with money what else could they do? They can't help around with the kids or daily tasks regularly when they have always the chance to be called away for a mission that could take months to years at the time. They can't help moving because they might get on call and drop that agreement. They can't move around or leave the Republic space because they might be needed for emergencies.

There's nothing that the Jedi can promise to do to help the Clan because of their job, and like.

Again, I can see a good majority of the Mandos (and Fans) not being able to forgive that and use it as a 'proof' that the Jedi ins't a 'True Mandalorian'

6. Following a Mand'alor and rallying behind said leader if they call for arms -

This is the one that it's a full No for the Jedi.

They are supposed to be Neutral, they can't join a side - they can't join the Mand'alor side or support them without a very good reason to.

The Jedi joined the Republic because they could help more planets and people would Listen more easily because they would have the Republic's backing. And I mean, looking at the good they did! A Thousand years of peace, ending slavery in the Republic and still working on ending it outside (Quinlan was on Tattooine, probably undercover take down a slavery ring)

Like lives are in danger and the best course of action is to ally themselves with with the Mand'alor.

Oh, and before anyone brings up the Republic and the War:

The Separatists were Enslaving worlds and literally built a weapon to eradicate all the organic life in a certain distance of the weapon, they Needed to be taken down. No matter the faults of the Republic, they were the better option in the Clone Wars as much as I hate to say it

I already said before on how the Senate is the one giving the Jedi stuff, and I will say it again! The Senate is probably the one who pays for a LOT of things of the Jedi, things they possibly need to survive. They Could Not say no to the Senate without risking the Order's entire life, ESPECIALLY because you can't tell me that Palpatine wouldn't activate Order 66 Earlier if they had said no.

Speaking of Palpatine, did you know the Senate and him drafted the Jedi? Yeah, they CANONICALLY did that.

Anywa, went off the road a bit but yeah.

The Jedi would only swear themselves to the Mand'alor If they were forced to, OR more lives would be saved that way.

And this fact? This being unable to swear themselves to the Mand'alor would be a deal breaker, since then they would be following 5 out of the 6

THE VERDICT:

Out of the Six Actions, we have:

2 that a Jedi would have no trouble following

2 that they would need clauses on - something that the majority of mandos wouldn't allow

1 that is Uncertain, but it's probably a negative since we don't know how well the Jedi would be able to help their clan and most mandos would probably want a full commitment and help for their clans

1 that the Jedi wouldn't be able to follow without a good reason that would last longer than a month

Meaning? A Jedi wouldn't be considered a Mandalorian by the majority of the Mando'ade, in fact they would most likely be considered dar'manda by a good proportion of the Mandalorian people.

Personal Thoughts: All my thoughts right now are surrounding Tarre Vizsla and how he would deal with all of this, since he would only be able to swear to two with no problems Makes me think that what @/aspiringwarriorlibrarian (sorry for the tag) theorized about Tarre becoming a Mand'alor via the non-warrior elite is a lot likely

Part 2 Here

[squidbrain]

All I've Ever Wanted

A Captain Rex x Oc fan creation!

The Clone Wars changed everything. Danger was seeping into even the safest of places. A peaceful planet finds itself wrapped up in a political uproar that endangers the royal family. The Jedi Council assigns the 501st to assist establishing a Clone presence on Ziphus. Their Captain takes on the task of protecting Ziphus’ Archduchess, a young diplomat named Sarela, but she proves to be quite a handful for the stoic soldier!

18+ only! Later chapters will have mature themes and explicit writing!

Chapter Five: A Princess’s Perspective

Sarela tries to ease her burden with a new perspective ahead of a very important meeting.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Waiting had never been a favorite pastime.

Sarela paced in her office, heels clicking on the wooden floor, waiting for word from her friend. She was trying to read trade reports that her uncle had sent, but she was far too anxious to focus.

Sarela had called her father about the matter and informed him exactly what was going on. Orys had gone out to speak with Grandduke Kelan, leaving Sarela alone with Rex. He didn’t seem the type to care much for trade reports, so she couldn’t even read aloud to distract herself.

She crossed the floor again and again, gripping her datapad tightly with both hands.

“You keep pacing and you’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” Rex said gently.

Sarela huffed and stopped dead in her tracks. “I’m anxious!”

“I can see that,” he replied.

She walked across to the sofa and dropped dramatically onto it. She flopped backwards and laid across the cushions. “What would you do if you were in my position?”

Rex looked at her from his place next to the door. “What do you mean?”

She looked back at him. “You’re a princess-,”

“A princess, am I?”

“Gosh! Prince! Let me finish!” she huffed.

He chuckled softly.

“You’re a prince and Dooku approaches your planet. Asks you to leave the Republic,” she continued.

“I said no the second he appeared,” Rex answered.

“Oh, of course!” she said. “But now you face your people. They are anxious. Scared. You tell them you’re bringing an armed force to their planet. Much larger and more heavily armed than their own army. Life for them was peaceful and felt removed from the conflict. Now they’ll see echoes of it every day.”

“That’s war,” he said.

“Yes, but how do you tell them that?”

“Exactly like that. That’s war,” he said.

Rex came closer to her and sighed. “Do I have your permission to speak freely?”

Sarela sat up and looked at him. She motioned to the chair across from her. “Please do, Captain.”

Rex sat down and took his helmet off. He set it down on the table between them and leaned forward.

“Listen, your planet is pretty. All of your people are so put together and fancy. But war? It’s real ugly. They’re worried about a bunch of guys in armor? I got news for them, the droids are a hell of a lot uglier than we are. And what they’ll do to this pretty planet is ugly. So here’s what you say; War is ugly, but it’s here. It came to this pretty planet and it’s making things ugly. That’s war. The planet will stay safe under the clone army’s care. Carry on and quit whining about some minor inconveniences.”

Sarela took in his words slowly. She nodded and looked down at her lap where her datapad lay. “I suppose I am a bit soft spoken. Maybe your harsh approach will help them see reason.”

“I could be harsher, honestly, but it's a start,” he replied.

Sarela looked back at him. “Say it. I’m curious.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. He shrugged. “They’re bitching about inconvenience, but it sure as shit a real inconvenience to be created and sent to war and have no other purpose but to die to keep them safe. But you don’t hear us bitching.”

Quite harsh! Sarela’s stomach sank. His coarse language wasn’t lost on her and while it normally would make her cringe, his message hit her harder. She looked away from him. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“No one does,” Rex said.

Sarela sat back on the sofa. She crossed her legs and sat up straight, fully facing him. “Captain Rex, please tell me what being in the army is like.”

He breathed a laugh. “You really wanna know?”

She nodded. “Yes. I really want to know. I think it will help my perspective.”

Rex looked at her for a moment, head cocked slightly. “Well, I suppose I could. If it’s not too bold to say, you seem like the kind of girl who doesn’t get out much.”

“The last senate session was the first time I ever went beyond our moon,” she replied. “So you are correct.”

Rex raised a brow. “You’ve never been anywhere else?”

She shook her head. “Never. And Coruscant was quite a shock! So busy and cluttered. The fashions, the people. It was a lot to take in.”

“You seem to have survived,” he said.

She smiled. “I did alright. I learned a lot. Made friends. But regardless, I have one perspective of the galaxy. A princess’s perspective. It’s hardly worth anything.”

“You study politics, so you’re not a total loss,” he teased.

She giggled softly. “At least there’s that.”

He smiled at her. Sarela stared at his smile. It was charming. She’d seen dozens of clones before, but there was something about Rex that was just different.

“You know,” she started, “Before I went to finishing school, I never left the palace. I never even spoke to an outsider until I was twelve.”

Rex crossed his arms and shook his head. “Sheltered does not even begin to describe you.”

“No, it does not. So, please, lift the veil, Captain. Tell me how ugly it is to do what you do,” she said.

Rex smiled. “If you insist.”

The pair of them talked for some time. About his creation, his youth, his training. Some of the things he’d seen were too horrible to recount, despite her insistence. He was gentle with her. She had the feeling he wasn’t pulling back the curtain all the way. Just enough so she could see something beyond her pretty little life. Something more real than her entire existence.

Sarela was royalty. Heir to a kingdom. She was born into her life and raised from the moment she was born to be a ruler. Her life was so carefully curated by her father and her advisors. Orys had been brought in to work with her from the time she started studying politics. He’d guided her, taught her. She was his pupil in every way. But when did she stop being a pupil and start being a puppet?

She would never think that Orys had ill intentions in any way. He was a good man, but he was firm when he guided her to the decisions she made. He wasn’t pushing an agenda, just ensuring that she wouldn’t take a misstep. He guided her words, her appointments, her interactions. He held a string attached to her.

Zena held another. She guided her household. She was careful about who Sarela interacted with socially. Shooed away girls that she thought may not be a good influence on her. Her tea dates, garden walks, salon gatherings were all carefully curated by Zena. All to ensure Sarela did not misstep socially.

Her parents held two more strings. Her father held the thickest one. His guidance ensured Sarela would be ready to rule in his absence. He wanted her to be a strong and kind Empress. He wanted what was best for his people and preparing the throne for his death likely weighed heavily on his mind. His firm hand guided Sarela toward a strong future.

Her mother guided her in love. Sarela had never been in love, of course, but she had been presented with a handful of suitors. She courted one of them, but he wasn’t interested in her. Pushed at her by his family, so she kindly broke the courtship and let him go gently. Her mother worked hard to cover the affair with flowery language to avoid scandal. Thena was already pushing Sarela toward a new beau. She wanted to ensure Sarela was cared for like she was, but also to ensure she fulfilled her duty; birthing an heir.

So many people held strings attached to her arms, her heart, her mouth. Rex didn’t talk to her like that. He was gentle and careful with his words, but he wasn’t fully sheltering her. He was lifting the veil slowly.

When the door opened Sarela finally looked away from Rex. She had been staring so intently while he spoke. She blinked to adjust her vision and watched Orys approach. He handed her a caf drink and showed her his datapad.

“Your Highness, I messaged you three times,” he said. “Princess Lili responded. Is everything alright?”

Rex stood and went back to his place at the door. She watched him put his helmet back on and resume being what he was born to be; a soldier.

Sarela blinked and looked down at her own datapad. She gasped and snatched it up. She had been so enthralled by Rex’s words that she hadn’t realized any messages had come through. She opened Lili’s message and read it aloud.

“Archduchess, it’s an honor to be invited to talk about this most important issue. It is my understanding that Finis used a harsh tone and let his temper rule your meeting. That was not the intention of the Apran house and I wish to rectify it immediately. I will join you at the requested time,” she said.

She was relieved! She let out a little breath.

“Progress,” Orys said, sitting down.

“Indeed,” she said. She sipped her caf and sighed softly. “I needed this.”

“I figured you would,” Orys said, smirking.

Sarela opened the trade reports again and sipped her caf while she read them again.

“Kelan says the Horne clan wants to increase their trade agreement,” Sarela said.

“The Mandalorians?” Orys looked down at the reports. “What do they want?”

“More tea and they want wool. They’re willing to bring in more metal works,” she answered.

“I don’t see why not,” Orys said. “So long as they make good on their end.”

Sarela nodded in agreement.

Clan Horne had come to the planet years ago. A lone band of Mandalorians, they were looking to make small trade agreements. They needed supplies and they offered intricate metal works made by the clan leader’s sons and grandsons. Sarela owned several pieces of jewelry made by their silversmith. She saw no reason to deny the clan and hoped Kelan would grant their request.

Sarela’s nerves were still prickled, but she was a little more at ease than before. She found herself glancing at Rex often. He had truly helped open her eyes, even just a little.

She hoped she could have more interactions with Rex. He seemed like a genuinely nice person. Perhaps rigid, but he was a soldier. She wondered how he was when he truly relaxed and let loose.

The intercom on her desk suddenly beeped and pulled Sarela from her thoughts. She hurried over to answer.

The desk attendant’s voice came through. “Your Highness, Grandduke Kelan is here to see you.”

“Send him up at once,” she replied.

Orys looked at her as she sat back down. “Good timing. We can talk trade.”

“I have a feeling he’s here to talk drama,” Sarela said.

Orys hummed and sipped his caf.

Kelan entered the room moments later and they paid respect to one another. Orys bowed to him and waited until he was told to resume sitting. Kelan sat down on the chair next to Orys and smiled.

“How are you this morning, sprout?” he asked Sarela.

Kelan was a few years younger than her father. He had the same dark hair and eyes, the same looks. He was a kind man and a wonderful teacher.

Sarela shifted in her seat and sighed softly. “I’ve been better, uncle.”

He nodded slowly. “I would imagine.”

Kelan shifted in his own seat and rested his ankle on his opposite knee. He crossed his arms and slouched. An absolute vision of a carefree prince, though his cares were great.

“I heard what happened. Your mother came to me,” he said. “I’m sorry. It should not have happened and I have addressed Alara’s behavior.”

“Addressed, sure, but will you control her?” Orys asked.

“Control Alara? My good man, the strongest willed man in the galaxy couldn't control her,” he laughed.

“This is no laughing matter, your Grace,” Orys said.

Kelan shook his head. “It’s not, no. Forgive me. Sprout, I can send her to the country if you’d like. Get her away from the palace for a time.”

Sarela considered, but she shook her head. “She’ll just hate me more. Besides, I cannot sanction her expulsion. It’s my father’s court. He’ll decide what her punishment will be. Though, I wouldn’t mind being away from her.”

Kelan nodded. “I’ll speak to Zena. We’ll rearrange your house.”

Sarela nodded and sipped her caf. “And Miri?”

“I can move her away. If you want,” he answered.

Sarela thought of her cousin. Miri was a spineless little thing. Always doing what her mother told her to do. She worried that Alara would tell Miri to sabotage her from within while Alara was away. Sarela sighed.

“Don’t move her just yet,” she said.

“Your Highness, it may not be wise to leave Miri in your house,” Orys said.

“I’ll talk to her,” Kelan said. “Miri fears her mother, but I can reason with her. Make sure she behaves.”

Sarela nodded. “Please do, but know that I will not hesitate to dismiss her if I sense she’s carrying on her mother’s behavior.”

Kelan nodded. “I understand.”

Sarela picked up her datapad and looked down at the trade reports Kelan had sent her. “Let’s talk trade, uncle. Put this ugly business behind us.”

He smiled. “I agree.”

Kelan explained the new trade agreements to Sarela in great detail. There were many, but she did her best to focus and understand what she was being told.

Again, she found herself glancing at Rex. He was still against the wall by the door. He shifted on occasion, but didn’t really move much. She was eager to talk one on one again, but her duties that day would keep her quite busy, she was sure.

Kelan had a lot to explain to her. Some of their trade treaties were on unstable ground. Especially now that the Separatists had shown up. He was expecting calls any day from worried parties scared they wouldn’t get the goods they were promised.

This put more pressure on Sarela’s shoulders. She needed to push Apra into allowing a clone occupation. She needed to be firm with her people that were starting to make noise about the clone soldiers being present in their districts. She needed to make sure Ziphus continued to stand and function as it had for hundreds of years. She wasn’t about to let her planet fall.

Sometime just after a light lunch, the desk attendant called again. Sarela crossed to answer the call.

“Your Highness, Princess Lili and her brothers have arrived to see you,” she said.

Sarela’s gut twisted. She looked at Orys and Kelan and took a steady breath. “Send them up at once.”

She paced a few steps. Her hands were trembling.

“Calm down, sprout. It’ll be alright,” Kelan said.

Orys hurried to open the door and welcome in the Apran royals.

Lili came into the room slowly and offered her friend a warm smile. Lily was an exact copy of her mother and she had the same warmth and charm. Trailing in behind her came her twin brothers. Finis scowled. The royals paid one another respect and Sarela offered the sofa to the three.

The Apran siblings sat down together, Lili in the middle. Sarela sat down across from them.

“I will leave you to your business, Highness. Your royal highnesses, it was a pleasure to see you again,” Kelan said, bowing to them again.

After Kelan left, Orys ushered Captain Rex out of the room with him and he closed the door behind them.

Sarela smiled at the three, but her nerves were prickling.

“Dearest, I want to start this meeting with an apology,” Lili said softly.

“Oh, no. Please. That’s not necessary,” Sarela said.

“Of course it is!” Lili laughed. She looked at Finis. “Apologize to her. Immediately.”

Finis looked back at his sister and raised a brow. He was quiet for a tense moment and the air seemed to grow thick around them. Finally he turned his eyes to Sarela and nodded his head.

“Please accept my apology, Highness,” he said.

Sarela hesitated, but she nodded. “I accept, Finis. Thank you.”

Lili smiled and her feather ruffled up. “There! Friends again, yes?”

“She insulted us,” Finis growled.

“She spoke from inexperience and worry. Accidental insults are common in such times. I will set everything straight,” Lili said.

Sarela shifted uncomfortably.

“Lili, I never meant to imply that I did not care for your people,” she said.

“Of course not. And we know that,” she said. 

Sarela knew there was a but coming.

“But,” she started, “Finis is right. We cannot accept a clone occupation of Apra.”

Sarela sighed. “Lili. You must.”

“Do you know how the Seer’s power works?” Lili asked.

“I do not,” Sarela answered.

“The Oracle grants us power from his blood. The red river is where it comes from. The Oracle is in the moon, do you understand?” Lili said.

Sarela nodded slowly. “I think so.”

“Every baby born on Apra is dipped into the waters to receive power. Some receive a lot, some a little, some none at all,” she said. “The Seer is endowed with great power. It comes from deep in the center of the moon. From the Oracle.”

Sarela nodded slowly.

“The Seer senses every living being on the moon. Every citizen of Apra can be felt by the Seer. You were felt the moment you arrived all those years ago,” she said. “If the clones occupy Apra, the Seer will sense them. So many men with the same destiny, so much death tied to their existence. It will confuse the Seer. The Oracle will become angry.”

Sarela sighed. This was quite a predicament.

“There must be a way to compromise,” she said.

Lili shook her head. “There is nothing to compromise. We will not accept a clone occupation.”

Sarela checked the time. They were due for the meeting soon. “Will you still come to the palace? To hear the Jedi?”

Lili made a face. Disgust at the word ‘Jedi’. Sarela had forgotten about the Aprans’ dislike of the Order.

Her face softened, though, and she nodded. “Yes, I will attend. Because you asked me.”

Sarela smiled. “Thank you, Lili.”

Sarela stood and gathered her files and her datapad. She pinned her hat back on and picked up her things.

The Aprans rose and stretched their wings. Lili smiled at Sarela. “We’ll ride just behind you, then?”

Sarela nodded. “Yes, that will be ideal. Are you alright with the clones escorting us? I have quite the entourage now.”

“Of course! We have nothing against the clone army,” Lili said. “Isn’t that right, Finis?”

Finis only grumbled in response. Sarela sensed a lot of tension between the siblings and she wondered if it was caused only by the current situation or if something else happened. Still, that was a mystery for another time.

Sarela was escorted from the building by Rex, Orys close at her heels. Sion had been waiting outside with his advisor and climbed into his speeder when he saw the party approach. The Aprans were safely escorted to their own vehicle and the party was off.

Their arrival at the palace was met with heavy clone guards. Many more than when she’d left. Sarela hoped Finis would keep himself in check. Though she was absolutely sure if he had no self control, then Lili would certainly control his temper.

Sarela climbed out of her speeder and held her files tightly. She was nervous. She wanted this meeting to go well. She hoped with all her might that the Jedi had a solution to the issue with Apra. She felt an overwhelming sense of guilt at the thought of pressing the occupation on them.

She had always held Lili’s friendship and she knew that pressing against her wishes would destroy that relationship. She would anger the Apran Queen, Lili’s dear mother. Queen Cora had been friends with her father for as long as she could remember. She would never want that friendship to be ruined.

A hand on her back almost startled her. She looked to her right and saw Rex at her side.

“You alright?” he asked.

She nodded stiffly.

“You’re white knuckling that datapad,” he said. “You sure you’re okay?”

She frowned and relaxed her grip. “I’m nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about. It’ll all work out,” he said.

“Are you so sure?” she asked.

“We always find a way to cohabitat a place and keep it safe. It’ll be alright,” he said softly.

Sarela forced a small smile. He was so comforting to her. It would be a sad day when he was finally recalled to more important duties.

The party traversed the halls of Sarela’s home until they came upon a set of ornately carved double doors. The guards at the doors immediately reached for the handles and opened the doors for Sarela and her guests.

Her father’s meeting room was quite cozy compared to many other rooms in the grand palace. It was still quite large, of course, and just as fancy and heavily decorated. Dark brown paneled walls with intricate carvings twisting up the wood from floor to ceiling. The white plaster ceiling held several gold chandeliers and crown molding stippled with gold leaf to catch the light. There was a large rectangular table in the center of the room with a set of matching plush chairs around it. Sarela had fond memories of hiding under the table while her father conducted business. Just to be near him.

Sarela curtsied deeply to her father, who smiled and welcomed her into the room.

He was standing by the window with their guests. A pair of Jedi and two clone soldiers. Master Skywalker and Padawan Tano were also present and talking quietly. Edric spoke to his clone escort by the window on the other side of the fireplace. Her mother and Helene stood with her father. He beckoned her closer.

“Cherub, may I introduce Master Jedi Torin Ornil and his Padawan Zyrah Mai,” he said. “And their clone Commander Rila and his Captain, Bren.”

Sarela curtsied to them and smiled. “A pleasure, truly.”

The pair bowed and Master Ornil smiled. The large Cathar Jedi was quite a sight! “Your Highness. We’ve heard much about you from your father and here you are, a vision in pink.”

“She never wears any other color,” her father laughed.

Sarela laughed softly. “Pink is my signature color!”

Master Ornil looked behind Sarela. She sensed his curiosity at the Aprans and she turned.

“May I present Crown Princess Lili of Apra and her twin brothers Princes Finis and Arel,” she said.

The Aprans paid their respect to the Ziphan royal family and then to the Jedi. Though that respect was tense, to say the least.

“A pleasure, your Highnesses,” Master Ornil said.

“We feel the same,” Lili said.

“Come!” her father said. “Sit and let us discuss this business at hand.”

“Your Majesty, Helene and I will take our leave now,” her mother said, curtsying to him.

“Of course, my love,” he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. He smiled at Helene. “Sure you don’t want to stay? For the politics?”

Helene made a face. “Yuck, no thank you.” She smirked.

He laughed and kissed her cheek. “Off you go, angel.”

The two ladies left the room, leaving the group to their business.

Tam took his place at the head of the table. Sarela sat to his right and Sion on his left. Edric was seated next to Sarela. The Jedi took up the spaces next to Sion and the princes next to Edric. Lili said opposite Tam. As the highest ranking noble from Apra, it was only right. Orys stood behind Sarela’s chair, just to the right. Nej stood behind her father’s chair. Sion’s advisor, his husband Lorn, stood behind him.

“First, allow me to ask how the base is coming along?” her father asked.

Master Ornil folded his hands on the table. “Quite well! We should be finished in a few weeks, I imagine. We have a larger team with us, so the construction should be quick.”

“Fantastic,” her father said.

“Our troops are mapping the planet as we speak. Looking for the best places for small outposts and such. Commander Rila will construct a schedule for guard duty and divide troops up once he has this information in hand,” Master Ornil explained.

“Excellent! How is that coming, Commander?” he asked.

“We’re right on schedule, your Majesty. Your own security force is assisting and being quite helpful,” Commander Rila said.

“Good news all around!” her father said.

Sarela glanced down at Lili. “For us, absolutely, but we have a matter to discuss concerning Apra.”

Her father nodded. “Of course. Your Highness, I am told you will not allow a clone occupation on Apra. Can you tell me why?”

Lili shifted in her seat and glanced at the soldiers standing behind the Jedi. “The presence of so many men will confuse the Seer. Her power will be overwhelmed and she will not be able to accept visions from the Oracle. He will become angry.”

Her father nodded.

Master Ornil cleared his throat gently. “Would your Seer be willing to try?”

Finis shook his head. “No. We will not risk angering our god.”

“We cannot accept the occupation, your Majesty. We will not,” Lili said.

“Sarela says Apra threatens violence if we move forward with the occupation,” her father said.

Lili looked at Finis. She fixed him with a hard glare. “No. Apra does not raise arms against its sovereign.”

Her father sighed with relief. “Thank the Great Mother. I would never hope to be opposed to your mother. She is a good friend.”

“She thinks the same of you, Great King, but you must know our friendship cannot survive an order that upsets our way of life,” Lili said.

“If this was not related to safety, then I would agree, but you must understand that there are lives at risk. An occupation will disrupt daily life, but a droid invasion will end your way of life. You must comply,” her father said.

Sarela frowned. The same argument. What else did they have, but the same argument?

“We will not submit to an occupation!” Finis snapped.

“Peace!” Lili snapped.

Torin sighed softly. “We must occupy the planet, your Highness. We need to ensure your safety.”

“Silence, Jedi!” Finis snapped.

“Remove yourself immediately,” Lili hissed at him.

The room went silent. The tension shared among them was already thick, but this outburst brought it to suffocating levels.

Finis stared at her in disbelief. “Sister.”

“Immediately,” she hissed again.

“Please, your Highness, I took no offense,” Torin said.

Finis said nothing more. He stood, bowed to the group, and left quickly.

Lili’s wings tensed. “These matters have divided my household. You have to understand what it does to us.”

“I am sorry,” her father said.

“Call off the occupation,” Lili said.

“No. I cannot,” her father sighed.

Lili stood sharply.

“If I may,” Captain Bren suddenly said, stepping forward.

“Captain?” her father looked at him.

The Jedi all turned in their chairs to look at him. The Commander and Captain Rex also paused to look at him. Sarela wondered what Bren’s story was. There was a story there. Bren cleared his throat.

“Would you agree to an orbital outpost?” he asked.

Lili slowly sat back down. “Orbital?”

“Yes, your Highness. One station in orbit, several ships to act as patrol. We could come down to the planet in small groups. With plenty of prior notice to prepare your people. Or we could send our own Republic probe droids to patrol the planet. We’ll stay above,” he explained.

Commander Rila patted his shoulder.

Sarela’s father looked at Lili. “A brilliant idea. Would you agree?”

Lili looked at Arel and the pair smiled. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Such a simple idea. We should have thought of that,” Arel said.

“So you’ll be alright with that?” Sarela asked hopefully.

Lili nodded. “We shall. A compromise.”

Sarela and Lili shared a smile and then she looked up to the Captain. He had moved back to stand with Rila and Rex. Sarela hoped she got to talk with him more.

She was eager to speak with more of the clones. Rex had given her a small glimpse into their world and she wanted more. His words about no one caring that they lived and died for the Republic still rang in her ears.

Sarela had a duty to Ziphus. As its Archduchess, as its Senator. She had a duty to her people. To represent them in the Senate and act in their best interest. She also had a life. Friends and hobbies, likes and interests. She loved to spend her free time in the country and in Harbor City, shopping and dining.

The clones also had a duty. But what else did they have outside of their duty? Nothing, it seemed. That didn’t sit well with her.

Sarela made a very important decision at that moment. While she watched the clones speak quietly to each other she swore to fight for them.

To give them everything they’ve ever wanted.

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

The post dividers are made by @saradika ! I have linked each image to the original post for ease of finding them!

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[burnwater13]

Grogu

Sometimes people were straight forward. They said exactly what they meant and you could trust their words. Then there were the times that people said things that seemed straight forward but you’d find out, typically at the worst possible moment, that they weren’t really saying what they meant. It was aggravating. Annoying even. Grogu wondered if Gor Koresh had felt that way. 

After all his dad had actually said, “I promise you will not die by my hand.” A Mandalorian’s promise was as good as beskar. Or was it? 

Grogu was pretty sure that this promise really meant something like, ‘I promise I won’t do anything to you because these critters over here have that covered and I’m not going to stop them or interfere in any way because you got yourself into this mess, now you can try to get yourself out of this mess.’ Or words to that effect. 

Grogu didn’t actually blame his dad for that at all. Gor Koresh had tried to have the Mandalorian killed so he could steal his beskar armor and presumably get a lot of credits for it. It certainly wasn’t going to fit the shorter person. And Mandalorian armor wasn’t easy to modify. You had to bring it to a Mandalorian armorer and good luck finding one of them. 

Grogu supposed that maybe the Mandalorian was trying to teach the greedy mob boss a lesson of some sort. The only lesson he was taking from the words and events that transpired was don’t cross a Mandalorian. They’d be happy to give you the same chance at success that you thought you were giving them. 

Now that was the real rub to it all. Din Djarin was an honorable person. But it wasn’t that sort of honor that caused him to take risks that made no sense. He wasn’t going to go off and do something silly like face down a whole bunch of battle droids just because he made a promise. But he was going to hold you to your own standards. In many ways that was worse. Especially if you were a mob boss or a certain Imp Warlord. If you wanted to play stupid games with him you could be assured that you were very likely to win stupid prizes. 

Grogu could understand why Mandalorians in general might behave like that. They were warriors at heart, but they still liked peace and quiet when they could get it. If they just fought non-stop they’d never have time to polish their armor or eat their rations in tiny little bites. So they followed the standards of the people who fought them. For the most part. 

Grogu wondered if that’s why the Jedi had such a problem with the Mandalorians over the years. If someone grabbed you using the Force and prevented you from firing your weapon at all, how could you let their weaknesses stop their success? Unless you tired them out and then what? He was sure that the Creed had something to say about hurting enemies who weren’t actually a threat to you. 

So it just became a vicious cycle. Fight until your opponent is exhausted. Then they do the same thing to you and it goes back and forth until what? Someone gets lucky? That was probably true. 

Of course that was all predicated on the Mandalorians wearing their beskar and the Jedi having their lightsabers. If those things changed it would get awful pretty quickly. It had been awful as far as Grogu knew. The Mandalorians had a civil war and then the Imps decided to ratchet it up and destroy the planet and well, now, the few Mandalorians who were left wondering the galaxy had to put up with people like Gor Koresh. Uff. 

Grogu wondered what kind of Mandalorian he would end up being. He saw the advantage of having the beskar armor, but that would just mark him as a target to everyone who was greedy and knew the value of the beskar. Or he could follow the path of the Jedi and get robes and build a light saber and find himself fighting people because that’s what Jedi did when words didn’t work. 

Grogu was pretty sure that words were not going to be his best bet because he really didn’t like Gal Basic and he didn’t know any Huttese or Jawaese, or even Jawa Trade Talk. Maybe he could just use the Force to calm everyone the heck down? That had worked, more or less with the mud horn. 

At least he had sometime before he had to work any of that out. They were headed to Tatooine and Grogu liked visiting that planet. The people he met were mostly friendly and at least he’d get something good to eat. No matter who your enemies were you needed to keep your priorities in order. He was sure the Mandalorian had told him that. Grogu promises.

[positivlyfocused]

We Create Everyone We Meet. Let’s Create The Best Versions Of Them.

It’s hard to believe until we experience it consciously, but every person we meet is a “ghost”. Each person is an in-the-moment creation of ours. As there is no objective reality, this should make total sense.

We each create versions of people we meet moment by moment. And each version we create reflects back to us what we think about that person. This explains why people we get to know very well remain consistently the same in our experience. We’re constantly recreating such people in the image of our dominant beliefs about them.

It also explains why sometimes we act one way in the company of one person, and totally another way around someone else. We “collapse” into expectations people have about us. That is unless our self image is strong enough to overcome their expectation.

Knowing this offers tremendous opportunity. If we’re creating versions of people we meet, through beliefs we hold about such people, that means we can create any versions of anyone we want.

Think about that.

Creating lovers

If we’re having difficulty with a partner, for example, it’s only because we’re focusing into our experience that version of them which aligns with what we’re dominantly expecting from them. If that is true, then we can change our expectations of that person and that person will change.Without us even needing to involve them in the process!

I’ve had clients dramatically change versions of ex wives and boyfriends through this process. It’s not magic. It’s how the Universe is set up. Still, becoming proficient at this takes practice. Not because it’s a new skill – we’re doing this all the time, of course – but because we’ve trained ourselves into believing we’re not doing what we’re doing. So we must first unlearn our self-imposed limitations. Only then can we experience power inherent in us. The power to ongoingly, deliberatelycreate people we meet. Including lovers.

Of course, this ability we all possess includes creating total strangers. I know this works because in experience after experience I created versions of strangers reflecting my expectation of people. I do the same with clients. My most recent experiences offer great examples of what I’m describing here.

^^Typos aside, here I share with a client why client sessions always feel so good. I create the entire experience deliberately.

Jedi mind “tricks” are real

Both experiences involve purchases I made at two different stores. In the first example, I bought a product for my bike. Two days later, I wanted to return it. I had the receipt, but not the original packaging. I knew the store likely wouldn’t refund my money without that packaging. But I also knew I create my reality, including other people.

So I stilled my mind. Then I imagined the store refunding my money. I felt, in that moment, how it would feel after the clerk returned my money. Then I went to the store.

I explained to the clerk who greeted me that I wanted to return the product. The clerk was hesitant so he called someone else. It turned out this other person was the store owner. For a split second I lost my focus on my expectation, but quickly regained it. He asked why I wanted to return it. I told him calmly, then he explained that it would be hard for them to resell the item without its original packaging.

I said nothing. Instead, I held to my vision of the store refunding my money. I could tell he was spinning his wheels thinking what to do.

^^The power of the Force is strong in all of us. Our entire reality springs from the “force” of our expectations.

Finally, he said he’d refund my money. It was an awesome demonstration and felt so easy!

The next day, the exact same thing happened with another item from a different store! I set my intention, then I went to the store. The cashier looked over the item. It had a little bit of wear on it and, even though he looked right at that, he agreed to take it back!

The impossible, possible

The same experience happens with my clients. Before when clients told me things that disappointed them about their lives, I used to focus on those specific disappointments. What I noticed over time was the more I focused on those things, clients would return the next session with even more trouble! But when I focused on seeing clients’ lives getting better, that’s just what I experienced: versions of clients whose lives got better!

Of course my clients have agency in their lives. It’s not like I’m overriding their intentions or their lives. What happens when we create better versions of people is we connect with such people’s Broader Perspective, which is always holding the best version of those people. In doing that, we kind of call forth that aspect from those people. Then those people, as cooperative components, are more susceptible to hearing impulses from that Broader Perspective guidance. Guidance which always leads them to their best lives.

I know this sounds impossible, incredible even. But as I wrote above, personal experience cannot be denied. Once you’ve had enough experiences like those I’ve enjoyed, you must agree something extraordinary, or extrasensory, is happening.

The thing is, something extrasensory IS happening. We all are gods in human form. We’re expanding our capabilities through earthly experience. Earth is not our home. It’s a sand box in which we learn how to expand our consciousnesses.

Most people don’t understand this for various reasons. That’s why most people think what I’m describing here is impossible. But it’s totally possible. Again, we do what I’m describing here all day every day. Not availing ourselves deliberate control of such abilities leaves us feeling out of control and alone.

Regaining who we are and our power

There, in loneliness and lack of control, it’s easy to blame others for what we see in the world. Long ago I experienced disconnection and lack of power. These days, though, I’ve regained what I once lost. That’s why I experience growing abilities like what I described above. It’s why I know the world I experience springs from beliefs I hold about it. About it and about the people in it. The more I do that, the more empowered I feel. Because I AM more empowered. Empowered as THE creator of my reality.

Developing abilities like these is part of regaining knowledge of who and what we really are. Extrasensory Perception or ESP, for example, is real. So is traveling outside of one’s body and creating people as we want them to be. All of these are every-moment, real experiences. Most of us aren’t aware we’re having such experiences though because we don’t believe they’re possible.

Nearly all religions allude to expanded consciousness as life’s purpose. That purpose becomes realized through stilling one’s mind. Then turning that stilled mind to focus on the life we’d prefer. Not the one our eyes show us. That process is the basis of a Positively Focused practice.

Most people haven’t tried stilling their minds. Not seriously. Nor have they done so under guidance from an expert. Many others start, but then give up. Only diligent, daily practice, usually under someone who’s gone before, yields expanded consciousness.

Once consciousness expands, extraordinary powers become available. But most people think stilling themselves isn’t worth their time. They’re too plugged into the Matrix. They complain about their lives and their world. Rather than doing the one thing that improves life: Becoming internally what they wish to see in the world.

There are exceptions though. Are you one?

[enkisstories]

Armitage wasn't the only child with a new sibling on Arkanis.

At the edge of campus, where Project Harvester was housed, Caroline Tchelmi and the newly arrived Gavin Dree discovered that they had the same favorite color. A vicious argument whether green was a boy- or a girl color, and which of them subsequently was the odd one, ensued.

The younglings' high-pitched babbling and the constant drizzle, that had forced him out of his robes and into a raincoat, made it difficult to concentrate on the majesty of the dark side for seven year old John Spilph.

Maybe if Harvester had owned a real sanctuary instead of a corner in this straight-lined academy with all its trees and flowers, that would help getting into the spirit of things!

His master not being required to wear such demeaning garb only fueled the boy's frustration.

John: "When will I get my own lightsaber, master?"

Hank: "When you can take one from a light side user and bend the crystal inside it to your will!"

John: "That... will take some time."

Hank: "Or we could buy you an artificial crystal. Industrially raised kyber crystals are always red, no one would notice the difference."

Hank "Red Ice" Sonderan now expected John to loudly protest that HE would know the difference, that a store-bought fake crystal would never be sufficient for him and he'd OF COURSE claim one by killing an enemy.

Instead the boy proclaimed:

"I don't want a pre-owned crystal!!! Let's shop for a new one!"

Two replies formed in the man's mind. The part of him that identified as "Red Ice" the inquisitor immediately wanted to shout: "Pre-owned?! Do you even know what you're saying there, you ignorant little dipshit?!" What remained of Jedi-wannabe Hank Sonderan was more inclined to explain the matter to John in a way that would put the boy's worries to rest.

In the past, Red Ice had always reliably fought down his foolish, soft notions. Only for the last few days the drive to do so had lessened. For a moment the lightsaber's red blade turned a more purplish shade, as Hank turned around to calmly reply to his apprentice.

Hank: "Each blade is new, it doesn't remember anything the previous one has accomplished - or failed to accomplish. Triumphs and Failures, all constantly starting over. There is no memory, and therefore there is no guilt or shame."

No change in color occured, the saber stubbornly kept glowing purple.

Hank: "We can do whatever we want, John! Concepts like wealth and status shouldn't mean anything to us."

Now the purple even intensified.

Hank (louder): "Stop thinking about how others might feel!"

There the red hue was back.

Red Ice deactivated his saber. He'd check for a malfunction later. Worst case scenario he'd have to claim a new one from a light side user. But that was his job anyway, his function, the only reason he had been allowed to grow up.

Awesome and frightening as their powers appeared to mundanes, the inquisitors were nothing more than living tools to the Emperor, hunting dogs firmly leashed by Lord Vader.

John: "But, master! Every blade comes from the same crystal! The saber's core! Doesn't that remember?"

The core! Was there a core that encompassed both Hank Sonderan and Red Ice? Were those names just labels for different actions the man was taking or two seperate personas?

For example, if Hank was pondering to do something very unwise tonight, would he have to battle Red Ice in a mental duel first or was the dark side adept just a set of possible courses of actions, from which Hank could freely pick?

Maybe it didn't matter. What mattered was that something had changed enough in the galaxy to allow Hank to even think such rebellious thoughts in the first place. It wasn't hard to guess what that could only be.

Endor wasn't a lie. Vader had fallen for real. The Emperor might be dead - or severely crippled - too.

[mrbubblyurchin]

Challenge accepted. I thought it could be fun to try to adapt some of its story into the current canon. In fact, there are only a few issues that need to be solved for this to work! Let’s begin.

1- Twi’Leks and Humans can breed

This was a rule that took place in Legends, but obviously we known Kanan and Hera had Jacen in Canon, which means there is now no reason as to why Atin and Laseema cannot.

2- CSF

In the EU, the CSF were pretty popular as the police force more than the Coruscant Guard. I figured that this doesn’t change anything in particular, maybe just that Kal says he prefers working with the CSF over the CG because he has Obrim in the CSF

3- Mandalore

So, obviously Mandalore from the EU and Mandalore from the Clone Wars are… different. Well I have a solution to this. The clones were created in 32 BBY, which was during the Phantom Menace. AKA, after Obi-Wan met Satine, well, after Sabine’s well established rule, she created Mandalore as pacifists. But, for the sake of this universe, a group of Mandalorians went to form their own ‘Mandalore’ on Kyrimorut to adhere to their more traditional Mandalorian values. Jango ruled this new Mandalore for a short time, explaining why Shysa wanted his heir, and why Shysa eventually becomes a Mandalorian ruler. This place would still be Mandalore to them, but it would be separate from the actual Mandalore of the Clone Wars Series.

Kyrimorut= New Mandalore= From Republic Commando

Mandalore= Actual Mandalore= From The Clone Wars

4- Spaarti Clones

So obviously the Spaarti Clones bred by Palps don’t exist in canon. So we are changing them to the most recent batch of clone troopers shipped off Kamino at the end of the war. Maybe still made with second generation Jango DNA. Instead of investigating the Spaarti clones, maybe Besany can find something related to Order 66. Which brings me to my next point…

5- Order 66

This is the biggest issue of canonization within the series. Because in the EU, there were no inhibitor chips. The clones just followed orders. So… what does that do here? Well… there are a few solutions.

Solution One is that they didn’t listen. The Nulls are already incredibly deviant when it comes to orders, so not a real problem there. Omega Squad is iffy, because they weren’t around any Jedi when it happened, but they knew they were going to meet up with Etain, who was a known Jedi. I could see Darman still fighting the chip, but not really for Niner, Atin, or Corr. Fi doesn’t matter since he isn’t wearing his trooper armor, and therefore doesn’t receive Order 66.

Solution Two is better. And it’s that Besany discovered the inhibitor chips based on the same report made by Rex that Ahsoka watched. She managed to access Anakin’s database or whatever cause Jaing tech skills for the win. While she did not discover the purpose of the chips or anything, she discovered they were there, and Kal hated having those chips inside his boys’ heads, and had them be removed as soon as possible in secret. Not to protect the Jedi, but just because Kal didn’t want the Kaminoans to be able to control his sons in any way. Then, when Order 66 rolled around, none of them obeyed.

RepComm was cancelled due to the upcoming continuity changes in TCW. Lore-wise it wasn't compatible anymore.

RepComm: Hard Contact came out in 2004, RepComm game and RoTS in 2005 and the lmperial Commando came out in 2009 and then they cancelled it. And TCW started in 2008.

So yeah, treating RepComm and TCW as if they were in the same continuity is ridiculous.

If a fanfiction-writer can merge the two universe together and still make it sense, kudos to that creator. Because you can't do that without cherry-picking lore elements.

But that's one meta-hell, when you combine Repcomm with

TCW FANON.

[odetokeons]

jedi me vs mandalorian me

this picrew is my new favourite thing

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (54/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: misogyny?? Kind of but not really but ig it’s implied idk… fluff at the end.

Summary: The mission on Anaxes has some unforeseen challenges, and for once, it has nothing to do with separatist forces.

A/n: guys i am so excited for these chapters we are in the final stretch and I’m just elated by the fact that the story has come this far… cheers to you guys for making it happen

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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The roaring of the ship was louder than usual, but it wasn’t because of the engine, it was due to the passengers inside. You’d been around your fair share of clones, learning to like and even enjoy all of their rowdy behaviors, but you’d never seen a clone force the likes of these. They were not just rowdy and loud, but completely rambunctious and completely uncivilized, or at least that’s what Obi-Wan would say if he were here. They felt themselves superior to other clones, and though you knew of their reputation, you’d not even seen what they were capable of yet, so of course, you had your doubts.

They had been arguing most of the time, with Rex, and with Jesse. They seemed to like poking fun at them for being normal clones, or as they called them, ‘Regs’.

You didn’t understand them, their superiority complex rivaled that of Anakin when he was being bratty, but even still, you could tell he was joking most of the time he made arrogant teases against you or others. These guys were for real.

The worst of them was the one who spoke the least, if you were being completely honest. Crosshair, the sniper. He could cut you down with a look, and a simple glance could tell you everything you needed to know. He wasn’t a fan of working with Rex and Cody, and he certainly didn’t seem to like you. He very much acknowledged you existed, which couldn’t be said for the others, but every time he looked in your direction, he scoffed and shook his head.

Once it dulled down a little, and Cody finished explaining the plan, there were several conversations occurring at once, and it left two odd ones out. You, and Hunter.

He seemed to think that since you both were the only ones not interacting with the others that he could invite himself over to sit next to you, and strike up what he thought to be a conversation.

“I’ve never worked alongside a Jedi before,” he said, and you gave him a glance of neutrality. Perhaps he was capable of being civil after all.

“Oh?”

“I never understood what was so great about them,” he finished, seemingly unknowing that what he had said was just mildly offensive to you. You wouldn’t take it personally, you knew that what the Jedi had become was far different than what they used to be.

“We’ve lost our way, I suppose. The war has taken it’s toll on everyone, hopefully once it’s over the Jedi Order will be what it once was,” you said, thinking of the teachings you grew up with, and longing for a time when they can be important again.

“And what’s that?”

“A symbol of hope.”

He nearly laughed at your response, and you furrowed your brow.What was so funny?

“Some wizards who carry laser swords are supposed to represent hope?” He sounded in disbelief, and since you were feeling generous, you’d let this one slide, but if he kept on, your patience may wear thin. You were a consular, slow to anger and slow to aggression, but you were still human.

“Actually, yes. We’re meant to be peacekeepers, not soldiers.”

Your explanation seemed to do little for Hunter, as he simply couldn’t imagine it. He may never have fought alongside a Jedi, but he met his fair share, and wasn’t impressed. Well, he’d never met you.

“I’ll believe it when it happens. The way I see it, the powers of the Jedi are no match for the likes of us, and if we were in charge, this war would be over,” he seemed to believe the words he said, but little did you know he was trying to rile you up. He wanted to see a Jedi’s capabilities first hand, and could read you like a book, without even trying. He knew that though you tried to keep composed, you were becoming irritated, and perhaps you were close to snapping.

“You’re not very fond of Jedi, are you?”

“I don’t think they need to be the leading Generals of this war. I think they are entitled to those places of power.”

You huffed out a breath, clenching your fists and your jaw at once, trying to breathe evenly while remembering your Master’s words in your head. Be slow to anger, for then you are better than the mightiest man.

“How old are you?” You tilted your head as you asked him. You had a better way of showing this fool who was in charge here than throwing hands. It would be an honorable way to put him in his place.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a clone, you haven’t lived to the age you appear due to growth supplements… so, how old are you?”

He knew this was a trap, somehow, someway. It was probably not going to end in his favor.

“Nearing three years of full development,” he answered, nodding to you as if to say ‘go ahead, continue.’ Now he was intrigued.

“Wonderful. You know where I was at the age of three?”

He didn’t respond that time, he just waited, as he knew you were probably about to elaborate on this small set up.

“I was a slave. I worked tireless hours for the people who owned me, and I was not even given proper food or shelter. By the time I was five, I had learned techniques that could disable enemies twice my size, both physically, and mentally. When I was ten years old I defeated my first challenger, and the fight wasn’t even close. When I was fifteen years old, I became so skilled in combat that not even my own Master could beat me. I stand here today, twenty years old, having been beaten, tortured, and nearly killed on several occasions due to this war. You may think the Jedi are entitled to their ranks, but I have damn well earned it,” you finished, giving him a pointed look you’d given to very few people. He shuddered visibly, though he formerly thought nothing could shake him.

“I understand. My apologies for the offense.”

Had you… scared him? No, maybe not, but you sure did rattle him. You were a being to behold when you got to that state of driven determination. Even if it were just something as simple as getting a point across, which you very well did.

“There’s no offense taken. Just remember which side you’re on, and choose your battles wisely.”

Cody had overheard the little conversation between you both, and obviously he was proud, but also a little shocked at your boldness. Usually you were so cordial with strangers, so if you were this badly stirred by a few defective clones, he was worried for your sanity over the span of the mission.

Within the next moments, the ship was being shot at by enemy forces. It all happened so fast, the emergency crash landing that had been brought upon you by the droids who shot you down. The engines were in flames by now, and everyone was trying to jump ship or at least prepare to make a forced exit before it all came crashing down. The smoke was heavy, and you held your breath till you were out of it, only then realizing that not everyone made it away from the ship in time.

“Where’s Cody?”

Under the gunship. Cody was quite literally trapped under the gunship.

You stepped back towards it, ready to rescue your friend and Commander from the crash site. Hunter, the ever so believing man he was, held an arm up before you, nodding at one of his men instead. Clearly your little spat in the ship had meant nothing to him, but it would, you’d be sure of that.

Wrecker had quite a different approach to the rescue, rather than climbing in, he instead opted to lifting the entire gunship from the ground, setting it up and grabbing Cody from the wreckage before letting it fall back and ensue more damage. You were a bit surprised, maybe even impressed, but you were still upset about Hunter’s choleric attitude towards you.

The large explosion from the ship behind Wrecker as he walked towards you all did not deter him in the least. One hundred percent success rate… Huh.

Your senses flared, and your head whipped around, seeing a rather unfortunate sight approaching in the distance. You stepped towards it, and caught everyone’s attention, and now they saw the large droid battalion heading straight for them.

“Everyone find cover and hold position, we’ll let them come to us,” Rex said, and you readied your lightsaber, detaching it from your hip and tilting your head to the side to crack your neck. It got a bit jarred during the crash.

“I don’t think so captain. That’s not our style, we prefer going to them,” Hunter stated, pointing out to the clear and open battlefield. “Bad batch, plan eighty-seven. Shockwave.”

Instantly they were geared up, leaving you and the ‘regs’ to watch on the sidelines. Sure, you would humor them, it wasn’t like you were going to deny them a chance at completing the mission, you weren’t that petty.

They had a very specific fighting style. It was interesting to watch. They worked well as a team, which is perhaps why they thought so highly of themselves, but you couldn’t really say any less about the other clones, for they were just as efficient. You’d admit, it was nice witness a clone force with such an ambition to get the job done. Good soldiers follow orders, but they also know when to defy them.

You watched as the last droid dropped to the ground, the robotic reinforcements being rendered useless at this point. You supposed it would do to congratulate them on their first victory of this mission, but alas, your plans changed when you saw yet another battalion fast approaching your area. The clankers were right to call for backup, but it was a pity that they too would be demolished.

“You see that?” Wrecker asked, turning to Hunter for another call.

“You did well, but now it’s my turn,” you walked right between them, brushing your shoulder harshly with Hunter’s without even a glance in his direction.

“You’re going to need help,” He said with a scowl, as if tired of your delusions, but little did he know. He crossed his arms as you turned back around, continuing your steps backwards with your arms out to the side, saber in hand.

“Sorry boys, but I got dibs.”

Wrecker laughed in a loud and obnoxious roar, the sound reaching your ears being like a challenge. Clearly they thought little of you, and honestly, or the most part you couldn’t blame them. For most others, when they saw you with Master Kenobi, they were quick to assume your abilities were great, but on your own? Well, Obi-Wan called you his little one for a reason. You didn’t look like much. You were a lovely sight to see, but not exactly a fearsome one, or at least for most people, not at first.

You saw the number of droids, and hadn’t really been intimidated by it, remembering a day when you disposed of far more, with your eyes having been blinded by smoke. Blinded… perhaps it was arrogant of you, perhaps it was foolish, but you couldn’t be bothered to ignore the thought. You reached in the pouch by your hip, pulling out a small scarf looking wrap. It was meant for emergencies, medical or otherwise, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t aid you in having a little fun.

You tied the material over your eyes, feeling your other senses become immediately heightened by the force.

The bad batch watched on, unsure of what you could be thinking, what could be running through that head of yours.

“What is she doing?” Hunter spoke under his breath, narrowing his eyes at your form where the droids were oncoming, and rather speedily he might add. You were taunting them.

“Are we going to just sit here and watch her die?” Crosshair was vastly annoyed, and could not believe that he and his team were taking orders from such a young and incapable woman. This seemed like suicide, to try and prove oneself just for the heck of it.

“Hold for my order,” Hunter replied, shaking his head and turning back to the field. You activated your lightsaber. He’d not known what it meant, the color of your saber, but what he did recognize was something he’d never seen before. It was green, but it had white streaks through it. He wasn’t much well versed in the teachings of the Jedi, but he assumed that wasn’t normal. “I want to see how far she gets on her own.”

The others sighed out in obnoxity, throwing their hands and rolling their eyes. This was pointless. A waste of time.

You felt them, the mechanical footsteps that echoed in the force as they came closer and closer, before finally stopping. The droids raised their blasters, and you could faintly distinguish the first shot from all the others. You let a breath out from your lips, using your lightsaber to deflect those shots. You focused on the movements of metal, and began running towards it, full speed. It took only moments for you to reach them, and in no time, the slashes of a lightsaber blade took over the sounds of deflection. You felt a group of droids coming up behind you, so you turned, using the force to pull them towards the ones you were cutting limbs from. They collided in a fiery blaze, short circuiting and falling to the ground in a pile of mangled machinery parts.

You sensed a shot flying right for your head, so without thinking, you froze the shot in place, taking in a deep breath before ducking and letting it be released into the head of another droid.

The bad batch couldn’t believe it. They stood there, slack jawed on the sidelines, unknowing of how they could have possibly underestimated someone so badly. Usually they had a sense about these things, but apparently, it wasn’t good enough. Hunter was mesmerized by what he was seeing, unsure of it was even real. The way you fought was so, for lack of a better word, elegant. It was like a dance, choreographed perfectly and yet completely spontaneous at the same time. The movements were fluid, like you predicted the enemy’s charge ahead of time. The continuous flow of your fight was never interrupted, not even once. It looked far different than the choppy and somewhat destructive patterns his men used to operate.

When the last droid fell to the ground, you sighed, ripping off the blind fold and shoving it into your belt pouch. You sauntered back, pleased with your efforts and satisfied with the results. They had pulled themselves together by now, but you sensed their reactions still went far deeper than the expressions they wore.

“I’ve never seen a Jedi fight like you,” was the first thing to fall from Hunter’s mouth, which was honestly the best thing you could have heard in the moment. He seemed impressed, which you were guessing was a new occurrence for him.

“Never underestimate the Padawans of Obi-Wan Kenobi, lesson learned.”

You thought that perhaps your witty remark would be the end of the conversation, but it wasn’t. His eyes only widened, and his face went blank for a moment.

“General Kenobi? The great negotiator?”

“Well, some of us just call him Obi-Wan, but yes, they are one and the same,” you clipped your saber to your belt, making sure it was secure before falling into stride with them all.

“If I had known, then-“

“If you had known, you still would have misjudged me. Some advice for the future, don’t ignore small packages, sometimes they hold great contents.”

And so the mission continued, but now it was made clear who was in charge.

-

Obi-Wan had only just landed on Anaxes, the sun was setting when he touched down, and though he was very tired, he’d been angsty to get to you, knowing you’d probably been as anxious as he has been the last week. He hated being without you, and though he knew you were perfectly able to function independently, there was something inside him that told him something wasn’t right. Something between you both was eerie, and he needed to be with you in order to figure it out.

When he went to Anakin, and found that you were, in fact, not here in the base, he began to get angry.

“You promised me, Anakin,” it was said with intense fervor, like if he meant it as a warning. To be fair, he hadn’t been able to contact you both all this time, as the transmitter in his ship had been disabled, and just now learning that you went off on a mission, accompanied by defective clones was a little unnerving to him.

“I didn’t authorize the mission, Master Windu thought it would be best for her to supervise the retrieval,” Anakin was not upset by his Master, and he perfectly understood his standings. You’d not been on a whole lot of missions without him, but the ones you had been on, most often you came home injured, or disoriented. It was never your fault, either. It was always the ones who surrounded you who thoughtlessly put you in danger. He trusted you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to trust others with you.

Truly he couldn’t blame Anakin, as the boy had enough problems to account for. He knew it was wrong of him to make his former padawan promise something he knew would be a long shot.

He sat down on the lower part of the bunkbed that he’d been pacing by in these barracks. He wanted so badly to just lay back on the shallow mattress and rest, but he’d never be able to relax a single muscle in his body until he knew you were safe. When you were back, and laying in his arms, that would be when he could rest, when he could forget about all the stress for a moment and simply be with you.

It wasn’t until late in the night when you returned, aboard a stolen speeder with the lot of clones whom you had supervised the past two days. You were exhausted, and you looked worn through. When you made it to your private quarters for the night, you neglected to take notice of how the door panel hadn’t been locked by your usual passcode, and you entered immediately. You stripped yourself of your cloak and let it fall to the floor, and when you turned around, you jumped in your stance, the sight of your master standing with crossed arms while leaning against the provided desk had given you a bit of a shock. You were much too tired for this.

“Obi, you scared the living kriff out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” soft smile as he approached you with open arms melted your tense state, and made you a puddle in his embrace soon after. You wrapped yourself around his waist, burying your head in his chest and breathing him in. One of the things you most often times missed when he was away was the smell of him, the comforting scent that emanated from him and made you feel at home. “How did the mission go?”

“It was… eventful,” you didn’t really want to explain it all tonight, as you were becoming more drowsy by the minute, but you another thing you missed was your late night talks with him, just before bed you would give a rundown of your day, everything you did, said, or even thought of when the other wasn’t present. “ARC Trooper Echo is alive. We’re putting in a request to go find him on Skako Minor with Anakin leading.”

“Who’s we?” He asked curiously, tipping his head down to you with a furrowed brow, though you stayed within the confines of his chest the whole time.

“Rex, Jesse, Myself, and clone force ninety-nine.”

“I see,” he replied, smiling to himself at the thought of you leading a clone force on your own. He was very proud of you, always… but you were becoming so matured as an upcoming general, he couldn’t help but let his heart swell with pride. “You need to rest if you are to begin another mission tomorrow.”

He tried to pull you back, to maybe look upon your sleepy face, and to kiss you gently, but you clung to him, unwilling to be separated so quickly.

“Can I just hold you for a minute?” Your voice was filled with exhaustion, it dripped with the need for sleep, but still, he obliged you, bringing his arms back around you and cradling you to him like a precious object that he was afraid to break.

“Of course, my love,” he kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the soft scratch of your hair against his face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

-

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