#melidaan

[mis-mcgifsten]

Find a fic

I'm trying to find a fic I read some time age, it's a wee bit cracky rather than serious but it had the 212th and their venator dropping back in time to Melidaan and finding young Obi-Wan, thinking he's a lost padawan commander, and being taken for time travellers from the past, last great sith war, instead of being from the future.

Anyone got any useful links?

[writingpoorly]

Did anyone else catch the Melida/Daan reference in Ep4 of Skeleton Crew?

Edit: actually I think the whole episode was a reference to melida/daan. The whole endless civil war thing was really familiar, idk.

[shootingstarpilot]

WIP Wednesday

*deep sigh* I think by now someone could track my relocations by the length of the next chapter that goes up- we're at 15k words and I haven't even added what I've written in my notebook yet.

(If these two could just stop being disgustingly in love for TWO MINUTES-)

“Are you going to get that?” 

Cody looks up from his absent-minded stabbing of the deconstructed cinnamon roll on his plate.

Obi-Wan nods at his comm, eyes gleaming, and only then does Cody notice the steady beeping. He reaches down, sets it on the table, wipes at his mouth, fends off Obi-Wan’s fork when the latter attempts to take advantage of his distraction to snatch a piece of his second pastry–

And accepts the call.

“Marshal Commander,” Cerasi says. “A moment of your time, if you will?”

She’s flanked by Nield and Clasby. All three of them are neatly dressed in dark blue tunics, the likes of which Cody had only seen once before–

At the funeral.

Official business.

He squashes the sudden urge to wipe at his face again and straightens. “Triumvirate,” he says, and the whole table falls silent. “You have my full attention. What can we assist you with?”

“Ah,” Cerasi says. Her gaze flickers to the left, and Cody glances over just in time to see a disbelieving smile bloom across Obi-Wan’s face. “Fortunately, no action on your end is yet required. We are calling to inform you of the results of some recent legislative activity that occurred this morning.”

Cody’s every buzzing thought goes still at once.

[tea-wrote]

Does anyone know where Melida/Daan was aka Melidaan is on a Star Wars map? I can't find the planet or the sector from Wookieepedia.

I have spent hours staring at maps. It isn't listed anywhere.

[ravenlilyrose]

20 Questions for Writers

Tagged by @oakashandwillow

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 100, exactly. Some of them are ridiculously short (3SF) and some are compilations (also 3SF) so not quite sure how much that number means.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 86,252

3. What fandoms do you write for? Interesting question. I think Narnia still has the highest number of works published, but I haven't written much of that in a while. Doctor Who and Star Trek also have a lot, as do Merlin and Star Wars. I've written a couple things for Queen, Good Omens, Goncharov. Most everything else is stuff I've only written one or two fics for. I'm currently publishing my first Elementary fic and hope to do more in that fandom. My interests are pretty fickle.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Pendragons' Protector. Merlin. Royal(ish) Merlin. First in my series of the same name.

Breathe. Star Wars. Clone Wars era Obi-Wan back on Melidaan fic. Part of my The Absent Third series.

Choices. Star Wars. The Young offer the Vod'e a choice. Next in The Absent Third series.

Warm Chocolate Milk. Star Trek. A childhood friends Kirk&Spock AOS AU. First in my Separate, Not Apart series.

Introductions. Star Trek. Baby James Kirk and baby Spock meet. Next in the Separate, Not Apart series.

5. Do you respond to comments?

As much as I can. Chronic illness (fatigue, pain, etc.) mean that I sometimes take a long time, and if there are only emojis I sometimes don't know what to say (I still really appreciate those, just not sure what the correct/acceptable response is - I overthink everything), but I try to respond to everything.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really write angsty endings. Maybe High King of All Albion, but that's more bittersweet than anything else. Goodbye, my Goncharov/Katya fic is also kinda bittersweet because it's canon-compliant and that whole relationship is tragedy. I'm probably forgetting something, but I do tend more toward healing and fluff.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think more of my fic endings would be categorized as reflective or peaceful, than happy. Maybe Meant for the Sky, which is a Biggs Darklighter lives AU? Or Coming to Terms, which is a Merlin magic reveal story with a very experimental style? Don't really know.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think someone once told me one of my stories wasn't realistic, but I wasn't trying to be realistic, so...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. I'm the kind of aroace who is uncomfortable with sex. I skim smut that includes plot and skip smut that doesn't include plot but could never spend enough time with it to actually write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yep. Most of my crazy crossovers don't actually make it all the way to a finished product. Actually, going through my AO3, I don't think any of my crazy crossovers made it there. I did a Narnia/Sandman for 3SF 2023? I have had daydreams about putting like six fandoms and three bands in a room and just kinda seeing what happenes, but those are too chaotic to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've translated some of my own fic? If that counts?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. Too anxious to work with other people. Closest I've gotten is trying to write Star Wars movies with my brother when we were little.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't really ship things in the traditional sense. I focus a lot more on platonic relationships and get obsessed with the literary things about them. Parallels, etc. Also, y'know, codependence and other fascinating psychological disorders and traumas. I was pretty into Doctor/Rose for a while, otherwise platonic relationships that fascinate me include Spock & Kirk, Merlin & Arthur, Joanlock (Elementary).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a massively extensive Tarsus IV (Star Trek) fic that I've been sorta working on for close to a decade now. I doubt the main fic will ever get fully written but some of the outlying stories might.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm pretty good at worldbuilding and those kinda long reflective, expository sections. Relationships are also a strength of mine.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing and plotting. I'm pretty good at character arcs but plot is not a strong point.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've played with this a lot, though mostly with fictional languages. I think if you're writing long paragraphs of dialogue, it's not going to work too well, but a sentence or phrase here or there can be done just fine in several different ways. Unless it's just a word or two that you use repeatedly, you do need to have some kind of translation somewhere, though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, I think, but that was ages ago and Narnia and Doctor Who took over pretty quickly.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm fairly proud of Plenty of Beds, a queerplatonic Joanlock fic, but High King of All Albion, Coming to Terms, and The Pendragons' Protector are all pretty high up there, too. (Apparently I do a lot of my best writing for Merlin. Who knew?)

Tagging @grace13star, @sharpestasp, @capybaraonabicycle, @ruinconstellation, @quillsink, @syrena-of-the-lake. Absolutely zero pressure and also tagging whoever wants to do this. Curious about other people's answers!

[an-aceofspades]

My favorite, favoritest star wars fic of all time rn:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51811495

Everybody Lives– But No One Makes It Out Alive, by Anonymous_Radish

"Cody and Obi-Wan as Desert Husbands, but Cody dies, wakes up a teenager in a warzone with no idea of who he is, where he came from, or how he got here– all he's got to guide him are dreams and feelings–

And all his feelings are telling him is that he's destined for Obi-Wan Kenobi."

[evilminji]

I mean... you'd only really need to change the ones no one ALIVE would be able to dispute? Just a few at first. And you literally HAVE a copy of their face and voice with that hologram. So you CAN make them say anything, if you don't care about disrespecting the dead?

It wouldn't even be that hard. Just a few words at first. Then add or subtract a phrase. Make it all subtext, dog whistles. A bit of "if you REALLY loved me....", "I would NEVER tell you too...", and "I know you'll do the Right Thing".

For Melida.

For Daan.

For, of course, OUR People.

Then you boil the frog. Tensions rise. Remember our brother? Will you forgive what the DID to our mother!? Our child was INNOCENT! You CAN NOT let this go! Justice! JUSTICE! AVENGE ME!! .....please

The weeping and gnashing of the dead. The laments. Raging, raging, RAGING! Oh their beloveds, their friends, their comrades! Don't THEY deserve PEACE? How can they REST when their MURDERER walks FREE?! Laughing and mocking their fate!?

And what of the children?

And what of your pride?

And what of-? And what of-? And what of-?

So MANY reasons for war. Emotional reasons. Anger and pain. Vengeance and logic twisted to suit their needs. The ends justify the means! We're not the MONSTERS. Look how many of OUR soilders died! Slaughtering that village! THEY did this!

THEY DID THIS!

Like wind up toys. Set it up and watch it go. The worst of human nature, swallowing the best of it. Slowly, surely, like a terrible poison.

It doesn't even MATTER, in the end. How it began. Sith influence. Corporate greed. A Force user lashing out and losing control of their "little experiment". It is the planet that slowly burned itself alive, in the Force, just to take their enemies WITH them. Screaming and screaming.

For CENTURIES.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn

While a lot of situations in the Jedi Apprentice series are straight up people being assholes or political backstabbery or god help you corporate bullshit...

... the fact that Melida/Daan is a multigenerational war lasting for centuries without end is Highly Fucked Up and VERY suspicious given that both sides are endlessly spurred on by the Halls of Memory (the hologram recordings of dead soldiers egging the living on to fight in their/their peoples' name).

Who profits from the planet endlessly at war with itself? Unable or unwilling to reach out to neighbors yet somehow still considered part of the Republic?

Weapon manufacturers using it as a test bed? From what I remember it was just standard if dated gear.

... but as much as I hate redirecting everything wrong back to them, there's the Sith and their vague 1000 year plan to destroy the Jedi and take over the Republic. A planet constantly at war with itself, a good chunk of the population bitterly hating each other, and the pain and suffering of a never ending war? Sounds like a Dark Side fission reactor to me. A few check-ins for "maintenance" when things start to settle aside it'd be perfect for them.

[shadowmaat]

A lost life explored

Many moons ago I got an ask inviting me to speculate on what would have happened if Obi-Wan had stayed on Melida-Daan. At the time I didn't find that likely, but I fudged a workaround for the anon who asked.

While my opinions have shifted a lot since then, I still lean towards the idea that Obi-Wan would still have found his way back to the Jedi, no matter what.

HOWEVER.

I read a fic today wherein a holocron of Sifo-Dyas apologized to Obi-Wan "for the life I took from you" by manipulating him to come back to the Jedi. The fic itself is very streamlined, so it never really goes into detail about what Obi-Wan's life would have been like without that interference.

In the fic there's brief mention of how Young!Obi had been meditating and "lost time," regaining awareness only after his friend had been shot and the peace talks began to fall apart. This is when he decided to call the Jedi for help and eventually wound up rejoining them.

If you want to take it literally, you could say that the "life" Obi-Wan lost was Cerasi, but now I want to play around with that a bit.

Let's say that, if Sifo-Dyas hadn't interfered, Obi-Wan would have been awake and aware and able to stop Cerasi's assassination. The peace talks would have continued. Perhaps the assassination attempt would have been used to help levy stronger compensations from the Olds. Obi-Wan becomes the Negotiator and a tentative ceasefire agreement is reached.

He does NOT call the Jedi for help, but does send word to the Senate in order to get some official ratification going via a lawyer or other legal representative. No loopholes allowed, no backing out, the Melida and the Daan are going to cooperate, dammit.

As "payment" for the Senate's generous help (ha), Melidaan agrees to a little more oversight from the Galactic Senate. This, at least, helps to unite the three warring factions, who don't want Big Government encroaching on their planet and their resources. A Senate Oversight office is set up in Zehava (the capital).

Obi-Wan also reminds the fledgling united government that they're entitled to have a representative in the Senate. No, not Obi-Wan, he's too, ha, young for the job, though he is elected as an aide to the new senator and everyone is expecting him to take over when the time comes.

Obi-Wan isn't exactly happy to be back on Coruscant, but he's determined to do all he can for his adopted planet. ...And maybe help out a few other unfortunates who've been pushed under the carpet.

Basically he becomes a very small thorn in the Senate's side, one that becomes progressively larger until it's too late.

He charms the other aides. He befriends the panhandlers on the surrounding streets. He makes inroads among the criminal element. Very little happens without Obi-Wan noticing it, and very few pay him any mind because he's "just a kid."

Obi-Wan, who goes by "Bee," now, always seems to be buzzing around the Senate- when he isn't getting into mischief. The Jedi who come to the Rotunda never seem to encounter him; he's very good at playing least-in-sight when they're around.

By the time events in the prequels roll around, he has indeed become the Senator for Melidaan and has a vast network of informants. He isn't able to stop Palpatine from becoming Chancellor, but thanks in part to his whisper campaign the vote is closer than Palps expected.

All efforts to have Bee eliminated fail, usually in ways that seem to be accidental or coincidental. Some of the assassins even develop a rapport with him, particularly Zam Wessel, who is both delighted and annoyed by his ability to identify her no matter what face she's wearing.

He also interferes on Anakin's behalf, once he notices Palpatine's interest in the boy. Not through anything dramatic, just by adding distractions. Mechanics looking for help with ship repairs. Droids who obviously need some TLC. Leaving his office door open as he watches podraces just as Ani happens to be passing by. Even when Palps refuses to let Ani get sidetracked, all it does is generate resentment rather than unwavering loyalty.

As a courtesy, Zam tips off Bee about her contract on Amidala, only to find herself waking up in his office later on with no idea how she got there. Amidala is safe and has a couple extra security guards who absolutely are not criminals or reformed assassins.

The clones are still discovered and the war still kicks off, but there's a lot more questioning of why, how, and what. We'll says Palpatine's initial grab for emergency powers fails, though I don't know enough about what those are to say how it affects things, other than pissing him off.

Commander Fox isn't sure if he wants to shoot Senator Bee or marry him. The man is a menace, but can be damn scary sometimes. He also connects Fox into his whisper network, which the Corries will then help expand.

I dunno how things will play out in the end, but Palpatine isn't going to have an easy time with anything and I don't think the Purge will happen. Or not completely.

Bee will also eventually find out that the he wasn't as "hidden" from the Jedi as he thought; they knew who he was and where he was, but respected his decisions to live his own life.

[sallypejr-fic]

DOOKŮV PADAWAN

Aka můj příspěvek pro @sithobiwanevent

Prompt na den 1 byla Dookův padawan a v tomto případě jde o příběh z pohledu obyvatel Chrámu jedi o Obi-Wanově padawanství pod mistrem Dooku.

Teoreticky to má mít zrcadlový příběh k tomu, kdy se ty samé situace budou dít z Obi-Wanova úhlu pohledu, ale na tom se ještě nezačalo pracovat.

[notsotinyblob]

"The senate had already proven themselves to be slavers.  And now, it seemed, they would add child labor to that list.  It was as if his past was repeating itself, the horrors of Bandomeer and Melidaan coming to bite him again after twenty years, returning in twisted permutations to affect not only him, but his entire family.  How could this happen?  How could this happen?"

Based on the absolutely WONDERFUL fic Sith Killer by Livsy!! I think this is the most self indulgent I've ever been for a school project haha but this scene just punched me in the gut in a way I just can't describe so *gestures wildly*

[adhd-coyote]

The Melidaan ambassador was… interesting. Fox hadn’t expected him to be much different from the Senators he and his Corries had to guard. And yet Ambassador Ben Kenobi had subverted those expectations as soon as Fox had first laid eyes on him.

For starters, he didn’t dress like a politician. Instead of the bright colors and heavy layers favored by Senators, Kenobi himself seemed to prefer lighter, muted clothing that drew less attention and allowed for better maneuverability. If Fox hadn’t known any better, he would have guessed that Kenobi was a military officer, not a politician. Strange for a planet that was so determined to stay neutral that they refused to join even the Neutral Systems Alliance.

Second- he hadn’t requested an escort to Coruscant, nor did he request any guards once he arrived, despite the Chancellor himself asking him. He seemed completely unconcerned about any possibility of an attack or assassination attempt. Was it because of his neutrality? Did he believe that having a member of the GAR as a bodyguard would make it seem like he’d joined their side? Or was he simply too arrogant to think he’d need one?

But his demeanor wasn’t arrogant. Nor did it match the way he dressed. And the way he spoke- his voice was elegant, with an accent that fit right in with the Coruscanti upper class, and yet he didn’t smile like them. His smile - when aimed at the Corries - was soft and gentle. Kind.

Not many natborns were kind. Not to the Corries.

[frostbitebakery]

Loud.

part one two three four five

“Why are you buttering me up, Master?” Obi-Wan signs, taking another careful sip of the cookie shake.

Master Tholme unfolds his hands on the table, cane resting against his leg. “Because I understand that you might not want to participate in this mission,” he signs back. It must be one of those days where he doesn’t want to talk. Obi-Wan understands and lets the silence engulf them. “But the Council and I feel that this is where you need to be.”

.

“Master,” Obi-Wan signs and bows.

“Hello, Obi-Wan.”

It’s not the first time he’s seen Qui-Gon again after Melidaan’s parting gift almost killed him. Of course they’ve seen each other. Qui-Gon had been there for him while he recovered, had hovered over Master Tholme’s shoulder like a shadow.

“A particularly annoying shadow,” Master Tholme had commented drily back then. “Which is funny, considering.“

Obi-Wan opens his arms and Qui-Gon’s tall frame closes around him. Maybe a queezing too tight but… but that doesn’t matter. “How are you,” he taps on a broad shoulder.

He’s abruptly let go. Not pushed back, thankfully.

“I am well, thank you.” Qui-Gon falls silent.

Obi-Wan has forced himself to stop trying to make the awkwardness between them less uncomfortable by the time he turned sixteen and Master Tholme sat him down to explain why he should let Qui-Gon come to grips with everything that has happened between them on his own until Qui-Gon reaches out to him.

“How are you?” And the caring and heartbreak lingering in Qui-Gon’s eyes is too much.

“I feel prepared to accompany you on this mission.”

It had been Qui-Gon who had taught him sign language in different iterations useful across the galaxy, before and later. Tholme has taught him tap code, after.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” Qui-Gon says, eyes on his long padawan braid.

.

Meeting Anakin feels… weird in the Force.

“So you don’t talk? Ever?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, amusement crinkling his eyes.

“You don’t want to or you can’t?” the boy asks before his eyes widen. “Both are fine!”

“Cannot,” he signs carefully, settling on an Outer Rim dialect.

“Oh, ok!”

It’s the beginning of a never ending nightmare. Tatooine. Naboo. The desperate attempts to stop a war from happening.

He keeps to the background, inconspicuous and invisible.

Which is the only reason he ends up in the plasma refinery complex.

.

“It’ll be alright, little one,” Qui-Gon murmurs, gentle fingers wiping tears away before they reach the mask. “Just squeeze my hand.”

“Master,” he taps, hiccups threatening to disrupt something in his throat.

“Take care of the boy.”

.

So he does.

He brings Anakin back to the Temple, watches over his nightmares in silence.

He kneels as Master Tholme cuts his braid.

He explains to the Council what he thinks.

Anakin is bright. Smart and a beacon in the Force. He’s older than usual, granted. But his connection to the Force is palpably vast and potentially dangerous if he isn’t trained to handle that connection. He’s safer in the Temple where they can watch over him and teach him.

The Council agrees.

.

He introduces Anakin to Depa.

Her dry wit has the boy relaxing. Her no-nonsense attitude is a guiding light, a steady framework he can lean on and count on.

Depa delights in showing him the Temple, the opportunities to learn and try out new experiences.

.

Shadow work piles up and suddenly Obi-Wan is running around the galaxy trying to put out fires.

When he’s slumped in the back door of an abandoned factory in the shady part of an Outer Rim planet, struggling to breathe and feeling like he’s dying, lightsaber in a death grip, he makes the decision to return to the Temple. The mask has to change or he will die because he is out of breath. Unacceptable.

The technicians look at him chagrined and apologetic, explain that this is all they can do at the moment, maybe he can take it a bit easier?

“No, you need to adjust the valves on—“ a small voice peeps up from behind his shoulder.

Obi-Wan has been aware Anakin is clinging to his back like a monkey bear. He’s ignored the looks he’s gotten on the way to the tech complex.

“Have at it, then,” he signs.

Anakin looks at him like he’s personally chosen every star in the galaxy as he hands over the mask.

.

“An order.”

“A strong suggestion,” Mace corrects.

“Call it what it is,” Obi-Wan signs, cutting through the air with his hands he’s so furious. “Chancellor Palpatine has no business wanting to spend time with Anakin.”

Mace sighs, leans back in the chair. “I’m aware, Obi-Wan.” He taps his fingers against the armrest but he’s releasing energy, focusing his thoughts, not code. “How are you feeling?”

The renewed esophagus has him out of the mission count for a bit yet, he’s slowly weaned off the artificial nutrition. Overall, he’s starting to feel a bit restless.

“Perhaps you want to enjoy Coruscant’s scenery while you’re here?” Mace asks, a twinkle in his eye. “Though I beg you to not get into trouble,” he adds with a frown. “Too much trouble, I mean. I forgot for a second who I was talking to.”

Spying on the Chancellor is not on Bant’s list of approved activities but what she doesn’t know…

Obi-Wan touches his chin and brings his hand forward.

.

“So you can either sign in the dark or write tap code with these gloves. You can adjust the brightness and still sneak around.”

“Thank you, Ani.” It’s one of the best gifts he’s ever had the honor of receiving. It solves a lot of problems on missions. He hugs the boy close and feels swept up in the thoughtfulness. “I don’t sneak.”

“You totally do and it’s so wizard!”

.

“You were supposed to be my Master!”

[phoneycam]

(brainrot 5(?))))

Soulmates experience the same nervous or involuntary tics at the same time.

It all starts as an innocent inside joke from the 212 troopers. How their high officer where the best and one of the key proves of it was how in tune they are with eachother. That thought slowly evolved with every interaction they were able to witness until it turned into a kind of game, trying to understand just how deep the synchrony went. Space bingo if you will.

1.

Ever since he decided to have a beard, he touches it. at first it was because of the new sensation, later to show it of as one should do, then to display knowledge in hopes to seem more wise and finally evolving in his "in deep thoughts" pose.

It was on the early battles when it first happened. The clones weren't comfortable enough yet to being openly without their buckets and so, the moment both officers moved to rest their chin on their hand, Cody hit his helmet causing him to make an aborted movement pretending that he was trying to adjust it when the general turns to look at him. There is a pregnant pause around the holotable before Obi-Wan turns back to the holotable and the commander has to survive the rest of the meeting with the constant snickers from his brothers inside his helmet.

2.

In times of high stress situations he tends to scratch the back of his head, particularly the place where his padawan braid was, an unconscious tick he picked first from his time in Melidaan. He got to overcome it over the years when he came back to the temple, only to pick it back up after Qui-Gon died and he became a knight.

The first time the troopers note it is in Christophsis. Anakin is being he's usual reckless self causing Obi-Wan the go grey early with his invisible ship against a hole separatist fleet, and he doesn't even realize he's hand moving up to pass it over the back of his head, nor that his commander repeated the exact same movement at the exact same time, too distracted with the fight in sight. The other troopers on the bridge however? they did notice.

3.

This one happened before they where about to land in a highly unknown planet with an astonishing lake of information. They were walking into a trap, not that they knew at the time that.. or well.. not until both General and Commander deepened their frowns and mumbled quietly "I have a bad feeling about this". This time they did notice it tho and turned to look at eachother with a surprised look while the soldiers around them are gapping with a collective thought of "Oh kark we are so doomed" and "lmao check another one for the team."

4.

A defect of using a helmet for so long, is that you start forgetting how to keep a straight face and our dear commander, starts slipping his controlled mask especially when faced with stupid decisions. This is one of the main reasons him and Anakin do not get allong well. Because one of the first times they were all reunited strategizing their next move, Anakin decided to offer his brilliant idea and almost cried when faced with the pure power of the combined disgust Obi and Cody were inadvertently showing.

Ahsoka and Rex thought it was hilarious, Obi-Wan had to apologies multiple times before his formed padawan stopped sulking and demanding Obi-Wan to spend less time with his commander and the rest of the troopers just checked another mark.

5.

Kamino has never and will never be an easy place to live in. The facility was a nightmare and no one knew this better than the clones themselfs, between the kaminioan, the trainers and the Alpha batch, life was a challenge and any little quirk can be a dead sentence if you're not careful enough. Cody knows this and learns to deal with it.

It's in the middle of a peace negotiation with the local authority when they noticed it.

It was a small group for this mission, just Cody, Obi-Wan, Boil and Waxer accompanying a Coruscant team of negotiators. The prime minister of the planet was being unpleasant during the whole meeting, with nasty comments, senseless demands and baseless accusations towards eveyone. All bark, no bite.

The jedi was leading the negotiations putting him in front of everyone with the commander by his side; Waxer and Boil standing just behind them notice a pattern pretty quickly. Everytime the minister said something bad about the jedi or the clones, both of their officers would each start drumbeating their fingers with their thumb. A small thing that no one else could notice because their hands were behind their backs, but remarkable enough for the troopers witnessing it as a checkable tic.

6.

Dex notice the next one.

Obi-Wan likes to take every clone he can to visit Dex's reastaurant at least once, but the most regular companion is always the cammander. Not that it bothers him, in fact, he is rather fond of the good commander, but he can't help but notice how everytime the principal door opens a little bit harder than needed, they both will tense up and inmediatelly look at eachother.

And yeah idk, i just think it's neat as an idea. I can imagine a lot more of little scenes like these. Maybe some time latter both realize, maybe they know, maybe they will purposely start doing some to just mess with the troops, maybe it would save the galaxy somehow... just saying..

[shootingstarpilot]

Hi! 🌧️/☔/🌈 for the ask game?

the ask game in question

me, gobbling down these asks like a vacuum cleaner: YES EXCELLENT FEED ME <333

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

"He will forget how to scream."

The words fall like rocks into the silent hall.

"He will forget how to scream," Master Kenobi repeats. The blue blade trembles for a moment before steadying, something brighter blazing in his eyes. "And there will be bits of him laid out neatly on metal trays, and other bits will be bagged up and taken for further experimentation, and even more will be pulled out and put back wrong, and, well, self has such a flexible definition, doesn't it? And there will be no getting better for him, afterwards. He will learn to manage it because he will have no choice, but he will not get better, and slowly he will come to realize it- the scale of the loss, the weight of it, and the grief- oh, the grief will threaten to drown him all over again-"

His voice cracks before hardening.

"And you ask me to give him back? Unknowing, unaware, and unafraid? Of you?"

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Basically-

What if Anakin had muted his comm?

What if Kix had never seen the messages? What if he'd never thought to toss it?

What if there was never that pressure to confess? What if, faced with the beguilement of comfort without guilt, Anakin chose the comforting lie- that of course it wasn't his fault, of course you couldn't have known?

Because the Jedi wouldn't have had cause to put him under essentially house arrest, when he hadn't necessarily committed any crime. I think he'd still be removed from command, of course, because clearly his judgement is in question, but... maybe they wouldn't have had the same power to deny the Chancellor access to him. And maybe, after a few weeks, the Chancellor offers Anakin an opportunity to get off Coruscant- it must be smothering, after all, my boy, why don't you come with me? I know the feeling, sometimes, and I'm sure you could accompany me as a bodyguard- I simply wish to investigate a rumor of a Force anomaly, and I could use such a talented Jedi as yourself-

Anakin, my boy, have you ever heard of Iwanaga?

So. Off they go.

Palpatine doesn't tell Anakin the full truth, of course not, he knows he's not that far in yet- but he lets him get a taste of the raw power that's getting brutally yanked out of Force Anomaly KenobiTM, so much so that it's vibrating in the very atmosphere-

(And deep in the drowning dark, what's left of Obi-Wan stirs, the faintest bit of recognition twinging at the edge of consciousness-)

(Anakin?)

But Anakin's never been very good at listening to the quiet things.

So they return. Anakin is utterly unaware of how very close he'd been.

And things... progress as they do in series canon. There is a discovery. A rescue. A reunion.

And I think, maybe, Obi-Wan still doesn't want to see Anakin. He's tired. He's so tired. And Anakin, even at his best, requires a lot of emotional labor he's not prepared to deal with.

(And maybe- he's allowed to feel hurt, too. And angry. He's allowed to grieve what Anakin's stupid, stupid decision has cost him.)

This is passed onto Anakin. As in series canon, Anakin chooses to ignore this fact. As in series canon, he goes to meet them at the dock anyways-

And Obi-Wan goes very still.

"Anakin," he asks, quiet and frozen in the same way a sheet of thin ice over a November pond will crack at the slightest hint of pressure-

"Why were you on Iwanaga?"

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Needle clicks his tongue.

“I’m put together all wrong, you know. General Kenobi said I felt like a kaleidoscope. I didn’t even know what it was, and then I looked it up afterwards– all broken colors, right? Jagged edges. Sometimes sunrises taste like lemon, and silence tears lines in the sky, and the smell of bacta sounds like dropping a tray of scalpels. Pieces don’t fit together right. And they don’t know all of it, not really, but Stitch gets me glitter and Helix puts syrup in my caff and they don’t try to make me be anyone else. I get to be their Needle. Why are there blankets in the bathtub, Master Jinn?”

Qui-Gon stares.

He hadn’t even thought about it, come to think of it. They had– been there, when he’d gone to shower. So he’d taken them out, and he’d folded them neatly, and he’d stacked the pillows on top, and he’d set the whole lot carefully in the cupboard.

And then, when he’d finished, he’d cleaned the tub, and had unfolded every blanket, and had set everything exactly back where it had been.

Because Obi–

“I thought Ben might need it,” he says hoarsely. “When he comes back.”

Needle’s eyes soften.

“Helix thinks there are sides, here,” he says. “But I’m not too sure about that.”

He unfolds himself, tucking the tower of Tupperware under his chin and clipping the datapad Qui-Gon had given him onto his belt. “Thanks for the soup, sir. I can see myself out.”

[vodika-vibes]

Vod, as a lover of all things Quinlan Vos, and who struggles to find ANYTHING good involving him and a reader rather than a canon character ship, I would PAY YOU to write literally anything about him and a reader! I BEG OF YOU! I don't bother asking anyone anymore, no one writes for him and I don't even care if it's super in-character, he has like three canon personalities to roll with, I swear it's made him the easiest to write lol

My Love Is Not Weak

Summary: A quiet moment between you and Quinlan before the Clone Wars start.

Pairing: Quinlan Vos x F!Reader

Word Count: 981

Warnings: None, really

A/N: I love Quinlan. I'm honestly surprised I've never written him before. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

Click HERE to be added to my taglist

“Are you ever planning on getting out of bed, Quin?” You ask as you lean over the man sprawled on your bed.

He doesn’t even open his eyes, “Nope. I live here now.”

You grin at him, “I hope you’re planning on paying rent, then.”

He finally opens his eyes to look up at you, and a wide grin crosses his face, “I figured I’d pay with my body.”

“Mm, I’d prefer credits.”

He gasps dramatically and, faster than you can track, he reaches up and pulls you into bed with him. “How dare you?” Quin asks, as he tightens his hold around your waist, “I’ll have you know that I’m a whole snack, and you should be honored.”

“Is that right?” You ask through a laugh.

Quin adjusts how you’re laying on his body, positioning you so you’re properly laying on top of him and able to look him in the eyes, “It is right. And I’m a Jedi, so I’m never wrong.”

“Mm, doubt.”

“List one time!”

“There was that time when me and Obi were eight and you—”

He clamps his hand over your mouth, “Pick a different time.”

You burst out laughing, and tug his hand off your mouth, so you’re able to snuggle into his neck. “Well, I suppose, if you insist.” You tease, your eyes drifting shut as you allow the warmth that is Quinlan Vos to seep into your skin.

Having him here is doing wonders for your anxiety.

You shiver when you feel his fingers trailing up and down your spine, “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

“Nothin’,”

“I can feel your anxiety.” He presses a light kiss to the top of your head.

Stupid Jedi and their stupid empathy. And stupid you for having two different Jedi as you’re best friends.

You sigh and press your hands against his chest, pushing yourself up so you’re straddling his hips, and you scan his features.

He looks the same as he always does. Long hair in coiled in those pretty dreadlocks that he wears so well. Dark eyes locked on your face, as though you’re the most important thing in the world to him. A relaxed face, as if he knows that you’re not going to lie to him.

You love him so much.

Lightly, you trail a delicate finger across the tattoo that spans the bridge of his nose, “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“Talk to me, pretty.” His voice is low, “Let me help you.”

You duck your head, “The Jedi are peacekeepers, not soldiers. I just…” You trail off for a moment and trail your fingers down to his lips, “I have the most awful feeling of dread.” You finally finish.

“The war will be over before you know it.”

“It’s never that easy, Quin.”

He catches your wrist in his much larger hand, and lightly kisses the pads of your fingers, a habit he developed when the both of you were teenagers. “I know.” He says after a moment, “Believe me, I know.”

“They’re putting Obi-Wan in charge of an entire third of the military.” There’s a distinctive waver in your voice.

“He’ll be fine. Obi-Wan’s like a cockroach, he won’t die from something as insignificant as a war.”

“Quin!”

He pauses and then he sighs and reaches up to cup your face with his hands, “Do you remember how Obi-Wan was after he returned from Melidaan?”

“A broken shell of a child?” You reply as you set your hands over his. “He hates war, Quin. He always has.”

“Unfortunately, he’s very good at waging it.”

You can feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes, and Quinlan shushes you gently.

“Don’t cry, pretty. You’ll be here to pick up the pieces after the war is over. For both of us.”

“But I shouldn’t have to because neither of you should be going to war.”

“You’re right, we shouldn’t.” He gently pulls you down, so that you’re resting your forehead against his, “But we are, and we don’t have a say in the matter.”

“What if—” You trail off, hesitant.

“What if what?” Quinlan prods.

“What if you both leave me behind? What am I supposed to do without you?”

Quinlan is quiet for a moment, and then he smiles, “We would never. Not Obi-Wan. And not me.”

“You can’t know what the future will hold.” You mumble, “You’re not the seer.”

He laughs softly, “You’re right. I can’t. You want to know what I do know?”

“What’s that?”

“I know that we have been friends since we were kids.” Quinlan smooths his hand down your spine, “I know that you’ve always been here waiting for me to come home. I know that you love me as much as I love you.” He kisses your cheek, “How could I ever leave you behind.”

“But—”

“Nope. No buts.” This time he pulls you into a proper kiss, and you sigh as you relax into him, “My love is not a weak thing, pretty. Neither is yours. So stop worrying about things that will never happen.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you sigh, “Alright, Quin. I’ll try.”

“Good,” He tugs you against him and then flips onto his side, so you’re curled into him, “Now, we can nap.”

“We need to get up,” You counter.

He grins at you and pushes his weight onto you, knocking you onto your back and positioning himself over you, “Nah. If not a nap then we can do something more fun.”

“Quin—” You start to say, through a giggle.

“Like charades!” He continues with a grin, as he starts pressing heavy lingering kisses to your neck, “Let’s see if you can guess what I’m trying to tell you.”

You dissolve into laughter as he starts kissing down your neck, already knowing that you’re not leaving bed anytime soon.

@heidnspeak

@justiceandwar98

@etod

@kiss-anon

@lonewolflupe

@silly-starfish

@msmeredithrose

@cdblake1565

@badbatch-bitch

@continous-mistakes

@falconfeather23435

@tiredbi-peach

@kimiheartblade

@clones-cyare

@cc--2224

@0revna0

@mira-loves-star-wars

@trixie2023

@rebell-ious

@padawancat97

@sweater-sloot

@bb8-99

@maniacalbooper

@wax-birds

@adriennelenoir

@omegaprime18

@bad4amficideas

@dukeoftheblackstar

@yoitsjay

@liz-stat

@arctech-fox

@lokigirlszendaya

@sailorflora

@jetiimasterbekah

@six-1mpossiblethings

@clonetrooperjournals

@ct7567329

@thatforlornfeeling

[halbrd]

melidaan ben… everything is repurposed and used, even his robes