#moons of Iego

[animaeterna]

NEW 'Moons of Iego'

Commissioned painting - Star Wars traditional art - Painted with watercolors & pastel pencils.

Please contact me if you want a commissioned piece.

[sw5w]

You Mean I Get to Come With You in Your Starship?

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:12:26

[otame]

inazuma eleven and pokemon sun and moon

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[delqcate]

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[bo-katan]

@giftober 2024 | Day #5: Angelic

Anakin Skywalker could not take his eyes off the girl. He noticed her the moment he entered Watto's shop, even before Watto said anything, and he hadn't been able to stop looking at her since. He barely heard what Watto said to him about watching the shop. He barely noticed the strange-looking creature that had come in with her and was poking around in the shelves and bins. Even after she noticed he was staring at her, he could not help himself. He moved now to an open space on the counter, hoisted himself up, and sat watching her while pretending to clean a transmitter cell. She was looking back at him now, embarrassment turning to curiosity. She was small and slender, with long braided brown hair, brown eyes, and a face he found so beautiful that he had nothing to which he could compare it. She was dressed in rough peasant's clothing, but she seemed very self-possessed. She gave him an amused smile, and he felt himself melting in confusion and wonder. He took a deep breath. "Are you an angel?" he asked quietly. The girl stared. "What?" "An angel." Anakin straightened a bit. "They live on the moons of Iego, I think. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they make even the most hardened space pirates cry like small children." She gave him a confused look. "I've never heard of angels," she said. "You must be one of them," Anakin insisted. "Maybe you just don't know it."

Star Wars Episode I - The Phantom Menace by Terry Brooks

[sol-insidious]

Once again, courtesy of the Star Dads Discord! 💚🖤 I drew another thing for the Luke-grows-up-in-Aq-Vetina-with-Din-AU by drawing a Dinluke version of baby Anakin's opening line to Padmé in Phantom Menace.

Transcript Below!:

Luke: "Are you an angel?" Din: "What?" Luke: "An angel! I heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moons of Iego, I think." Din: "You're a funny little boy. How do you know so much?" THE END.

[obikinbb]

✨Pebble in the Sky✨

Author: Hope, hopeforchange on AO3 Artist: chiyoponnn

Word Count: 19,263 words Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Archive and Content Warning: Graphic Depiction of Violence Key Tags: Angels of Iego, Enemies to Lovers, Angst and Romance, Obi-Wan Kenobi Being an Asshole, Anakin Skywalker Being an Asshole, somehow even bigger one if you can believe it, Slow Burn, Rivals With Benefits, Emotional Baggage, Intense, Staring, Mutual Pining, but make it aggressive, Forced Cohabitation, Seven Heavenly Virtues, lol jk

Summary: At the beginning, there was the Force and its first, most beloved creation, an angel made in its image. Many more were created after him until an entire race called Diathim walked the moons of Iego, separated from the mortal realm but always keeping a watchful eye on those who worshiped the Force and by extension, its children. 

When the Lightbringer known to mortals as Anakin Skywalker chose to rebel against the natural order, his closest companion was given the order to stop him. As a result, Anakin has been exiled to a hellish mortal planet, cursed to never return to the celestial gates of Iego. 

Until one of the deadliest wars ever unleashed by the Sith causes the angels to suspect Anakin has been aiding the cultists who worship the Lightbringer’s name, giving them unfair advantage in their unjust war against the Jedi. 

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[constantlymisspelled]

Stewjon and Its Peoples

A Complete Guide to the Planet, its Peoples, and its History

[Yes, I went a little bit insane. And yes, I have more projects I should be doing. I know that full well. Here, have a 4k long extrapolation on the Stewjoni.]

The Planet;

The Planet Stewjon is an averagely sized, mostly temperate planet with two celestial moons. Its rotation cycle lasts an average of 28 hours, with just under 320 days in a standard rotation around the sun, which is named 'Itz' by the locals. The planet has three large bodies of water, each connected to the other, known as the 'Great Seas', and most of the world's population sits along the coasts of these seas. Stewjon experiences moderate seismic activity, although only along specific rings, where the cities are rarely built above three or four stories. Stewjon is located in the Core, and sits along a defunct Hyperspace Route that fell out of frequent use after the New Sith Wars ended. Stewjon has a standard gravitational pull, a breathable, arable atmosphere, and contains both lush forests, bountiful seas, and polar circles. Winter and Summer are extremes, and the planet experiences a seven-year average water cycle that creates a distinct feast and famine alternation. Winter brings snow to the areas of the Poles, and Summer brings fires to the lands that currently sit along Stewjon’s Median Line. The earth of Stewjon is rich in many semi-precious to rare metals, but less so than many Outer Rim planets. However, the true jewel of Stewjon is the planet's strange volcanically created crystals and coloured waters that were once a great tourist attraction. These crystals are believed to have been what has caused many of the unexplained phenomena of Stewjon’s long and complicated history. [Extrapolation needed]

The People;

There are multiple peoples that consider Stewjon their home world. Before occupation by the Sith, and even earlier, the interference of the Rakata Empire, it is believed that Stewjoni were once a singular race. Genetic research compiled by the Stewjoni Medical Board currently presents that Stewjoni were humanoid in shape - pre-interference - but did not have their quintessentially modern appearances of the current subclasses of Stewjoni. It is currently believed that the first few splits in the species occurred naturally, in the form of the Faedh and the Sidhe.

The Faedh – ancient ancestors to what are now called the Seraphim, or the Sephi – were similar to the so called ‘Angels of Iego’ in appearance. They were commonly tall (standing on average from six to seven feet when fully grown), with elongated features, and were thought to have glowed slightly in the dark. It is this trait that is believed to have caused them to deviate from the main Stewjoni species. It is indicated in research that not only did they have membranous wings, contrary to other Stewjoni species with furred or feathered wings, but soft antenna instead of the more common antlers. The major difference between the species has been discovered in ancient burial grounds and upon study of bones and holograph evidence. The Faedh were believed to have been what is now considered ‘Force Sensitive’ in a specifically linear way. Ancient writings from old Stewjoni archives painted a people who looked like Faedh to have been Seers, or Prophets. Much like most of Stewjon, Faedh had metallic red hair, and largely opaque, colourful eyes. They were also believed to be non-venomous, which is a possible reason for their exodus off Stewjon, and for leaving the Core worlds.

The Sidhe – who are still in existence deep within the Great Woodlands of Stewjon – were small (somewhere from two to three feet in height) and are believed to be the mostly closely related to the ancient Stewjoni genus. Much like the Faedh, they possessed wings, although typically lightly furred. There were the odd exceptions of membrane winged Sidhe, but they were often contained within a small cluster of families in the Deep Woodlands. Sidhe were often colourful, although it is believed they have begun to take the appearance of similar features to their neighbours after the attempted eradication by the Sith. Sidhe often have short little horns instead of full antlers, and usually only sets of two, to four. Sidhe are the longest naturally lived of all of Stewjon’s native species.

The Common Stewjoni (Modern) is typically human in appearance, with a couple of notable differences. Stewjoni, and those with Stewjoni blood, are often easy to medically identify, if hard to spot as a passerby. Stewjoni have two livers, to protect from Stewjon’s many toxins and hazardous wildlife. Stewjoni also have Retinal Tapetum, or reflective irises, although it is unknown why this particular trait emerged in the species. As a species, Stewjoni are often rather diasporic, with certain areas having vastly different common features than others – sea the Saphire Islands, where children will have white hair until they hit puberty, or the Nameless Lands, where many Stewjoni have blue, or even grey skin, despite no relation to Pantorans, or Chiss. One of the common attributes known by outsiders is the Stewjoni ability to, it is believed, ‘breed with anything,’ however this is not strictly true. The reproductive processes of most of the Stewjoni is typically humanoid – much like most warm-blooded species – with a few glaring exceptions. First, are the unusually specific requirements for getting a Stewjoni’s romantic attention. Then the particulars of actually successfully copulating with a Stewjoni. And then, it depends entirely on your and their subspecies whether the egg (yes, egg) is soft shelled, or hard shelled, which in turn changes both how many children will be born, how long gestation lasts for, and whether or not the child will survive infancy. The other common misconception about Stewjoni is their red hair – yes, it is now the dominant trait of Stewjon. However, this trait was specifically engineered to become exclusive by genetic tampering. Red hair was always common, except now it is almost impossible for Stewjoni to have any other hair colour thanks to this fact. It is also believed that the red of the Stewjoni never fades. This is unfortunately untrue in certain circumstances.

The Ancient Stewjoni are beyond living memory, and whilst many have theorised what they would have looked and acted like, the truth is unknown. It is believed that they were a combination of much of modern Stewjon.

Their Biology;

The physical body of most Stewjoni – even those only partially, or adjacently Stewjoni – are often similar. First, most Stewjoni are considered venomous. The venom in question is, truthfully, more of a muscle relaxant and tranquiliser than a true venom, as it very rarely kills by itself. It is believed that Stewjoni gained this ability to help them escape a predator that had pinned them, and run their own prey into exhaustion. It also assists with inter-species relations in many ways – such as being a common ground between many predator and prey species, and being largely helpful in difficult sexual relationships. It is not a true sedative, and cannot be used like the holoporns suggest, either. Stewjoni view unmitigated use as a form of harassment. A form of punishment is the surgical removal of said teeth – very rare, viewed as the worst of punishments.

Modern Stewjoni – if living off world – are required to attend a set of ceremonies during their aging. First, is their official blessing into the community at thirteen, as they believe the beginning of puberty to be a time of celebration. Second, is their seventeenth, often seen as their first forays into learning the ways of the adult warrior. And third is twenty-three, when their body is settling into its more permanent form, seen as the introduction of the person in question to the world as a true adult. Each of these ceremonies coincide with important biological events in Stewjoni life – from the age of thirteen onwards, the children will often be on watch for possible ‘threats’ and have higher than traditionally human aggression levels due to having been heavily hunted by Sith and others at this age. At seventeen, Stewjon allows children to take charge of their own affairs and begin to take steps to leave the nest of their parents, whilst still being a part of the immediate family. Most Stewjoni will become fiercely independent at this age – in their own way, which is still largely communal due to the species’ social needs. And at twenty-three, Stewjoni are often encouraged to travel their world. Once, before the Sith, the histories state that Stewjoni would travel the world and bring back stories, wisdom, and new kin. That is no longer possible under the Isolation Acts enforced by the Republic.

Stewjoni have a close biological relationship with the force. It is incredibly rare for Stewjoni to be born Null. It is also rare for Stewjoni to be particularly powerful. The average midi-chlorian count of Stewjon sits in the range of three thousand to eight thousand midi-chlorians, just under the Jedi Order’s acceptable amount. Admittance to the Jedi Order is often only allowed in the case of special abilities – such as powerful visions, or unusual talents such as disintegration. Due to this, it is often observed that Stewjoni are incredibly sociable, and empathic creatures. The community comes first to a startling degree, and it is common for entire families to spend their lives together. Children are raised communally on most levels of Stewjoni society, due to the biological prerogative of the children of the people being the highest priority. This has such an instinctual drive that most of Stewjons wars, conflicts, and laws almost always directly relate to children, their rights, and the protection of. This unfortunately means that children, left unattended around a Stewjoni out in the galaxy, have a large chance of being spirited away to Stewjon, not to return. This is rare in modern times, but still possible, and difficult to counter when up against an entire planet. (See Stewjon vs The Republic for more details.)

The red of Stewjoni hair is due to a couple of factors. It is first of all, similar to the colouration of the Twi Lek, in which certain shades and patterns travel down family and Clan lines – the blood red hair of one Clan being specifically different to the fluorescent, mildly glowing variety of their close neighbour’s being key example. It is also true that the red of a Stewjoni’s hair should be permanent for their entire life. Only stress, strife, suffering and pain should ever dull a Stewjoni’s hair. If surrounded by loved ones, it is rare for grey hair to do more than pepper a Stewjoni’s hair until the death of a partner, or a child, or other such tragedy, and it is more common for a Stewjoni to die out of grief than for them to continue living past such things. The grieving is a private affair, and many Stewjoni have refused to explain the phenomenon to outsiders, claiming that without the force, they cannot explain such things.

It is said that hair, once cut from a Stewjoni – if provided willingly – will stay as bright as the day it was given as long as the Stewjoni lives. The Jedi Temple has evidence of something suggesting this to be true in the ancient records of the Archives, describing a Master finding their padawan’s braid, coloured white after their death.

The reproductive process of the species is often instigated through external pressures – such as change in season, diet, and circumstance. Many Stewjoni will go through delayed puberty without being forced into fertility. Additionally, the idea of Stewjoni being easy lays is quite far from the truth. Many Stewjoni will take certain behaviours commonly accepted by much of the galaxy – prolonged eye contact – very differently, which causes friction between Stewjoni and their partners. Stewjoni as a species require large family groups to reduce stress and promote a sense of calm and safety. Only young Stewjoni tend to leave home alone, and even then, are often shadowed by older clan members. The adage of ‘If you see one red, there are more unseen’ is very true, and is basis for much of their interactions with the greater galaxy.

Sexual dimorphism is limited in Stewjoni, and almost invisible to outsiders. Many would claim that almost all Stewjoni seem to be the same sex, or similarly shaped, but this is often due to the necessity for their people to blend in amongst each other. Stewjoni, after much of their historical strife, are a preferred target for slavers, as they are considered exotic, and either good slaves or gladiators. Stewjoni are often confused by the question of whether they are male or female, as there is such little difference in their species between one or the other, however. There are some key things to remember. Not all Stewjoni have the appropriate organs to carry, or have children, but the vast majority – well over 80% of the populace – do, which makes the conceptualisation for the differences in gender seemingly meaningless to them. Those who are explicitly only female, or only male, make up less than 40% of the total populace, and it is believed the margin is only going to continue to decline, due to the biological interference of the Sith. It is not uncommon for only those with higher testosterone levels to have facial hair, however, this is not exclusive, or even all together common. Some sections of Stewjon only have hair on their head. Others, like the remaining Sidhe, have a light dusting of metallic fur all over their body, almost translucent. Additionally, modern Stewjoni often only show the more extreme variations of their natural colouring if they complete their coming of age on their home world. It is unknown as to why.

Their Culture;

Religion

It has been observed that Stewjon have a religious relationship with death in a way that most of the Galaxy cannot comprehend. It is often observed that Stewjoni will behave as if their loved ones aren’t dead per se, simply resting, or out of action. There is still a sense of profound grief at the loss of life, especially young, as they believe that the being in question has not yet learned all they needed to proceed to their next life. The religious worldview of the Stewjoni is very cyclical. All things are connected, running into itself like a stream, and there are festivals that celebrate the passing of time of the last rains of the year.

It has been considered a religious requirement for Stewjoni to learn to either dance or fight to appease their ancestors and their gods – to prove they are worthy of the life they have been awarded. It is also considered fair to judge another and their clan on their battle, or physical prowess. Stewjoni must have purpose within the community, even if that purpose is simply to provide company, it is treated with great respect. An example of this would be an ancient story of a warrior who broke their back, and could no longer walk, but continued to tell stories and fables to children until their dying day. They are held as a hero in folklore despite having never won a fight.

Stewjoni believe all things have soul, or life, if loved and known long enough. It has created an interesting conflict between the Stewjoni and their neighbouring planets when it comes to the introduction of droids in day-to-day life. Stewjoni don’t believe in the purchase of droids as you cannot own and purchase people in their beliefs, and due to this, despite their respectful treatment of the automatons, very few droids exist on Stewjon. Additionally, the extremes of Stewjon’s climate tends to destroy unprepared hardware. There are a multitude of religious diasporas on Stewjon, with the practices varying not just from city to city, but from clan to clan. Paint and tattoos on Stewjon have particular cultural and religious significance in certain groups.

Relationship with the force

There are many force sects on Stewjon – before their interactions with the Je’daii order, Stewjon had as many temples as there were cities, but once the fledgling republic discovered the planet and its peoples, a set of skirmishes almost wiped out the religion and force sects off the face of the planet. Fortunately, Stewjoni are first and foremost survivors, and believe in communal knowledge, and it took a Je’daii living undercover for three years to finally be allowed to enter a Stewjoni Temple.

The Modern Temples, further destroyed and tarnished by the ancient Sith battles, fall into a small select systems. The Star Temples, who predominantly teach their disciples how to interact with the great cycles of the universe. The Storm Temples, who teach their disciples to weather great pains and protect their kindred from the affect of outsider magicks. And the Summer, or Sand Temples, who teach their disciples to pull from the ebbs and flows of life and death without enforcing their will onto the world. Only the Star Temples – most specifically, the Star Temple of the Capitol of Waijoni has ever been accessed by a member of the Jedi Order.

It is believed by outsiders that Stewjoni throw away children too strong in the force. This is untrue. Stewjoni are often heavily connected in the force that binds all things, and often entire families can fall into the same nightmare or vision if an untrained Seer lives without shielding. This caused the Stewjoni obsession with Mandalorians, which will be explored in history. The inability for the children to separate from the minds of their family causes some strife, unprepared, or weaker in the force parents often place their children in care until they can come and collect them. However, stewjon is constantly in turmoil, and so children are often swapped between families by choice, by accident, or by force. There fore, to keep the more powerful seers from being poached until they can defend themselves, Stewjoni will often temporarily donate their children to Temples around the galaxy, and come to collect them when able. Other occasions, such as force related illness, can cause mass and sudden abandonment and adoptions as well. This also led to Stewjoni of ancient times racing off into the stars to chase a ‘call’ only to come back with children from around the Galaxy, often taken from unprepared parents.

This has lead to Jedi and Stewjoni being conflated together, being synonymous with ‘Child Stealers’ which is true for one, and not the other.

Whilst most on Stewjon are born with at least more than a passing Force Affinity, those without are often considered safe to send out into the galaxy under modern law, as they will often be able to resist a call from the stars. Ancient Stewjoni Force Sensitives travelled on great ships powered by something the species carefully keeps secret from outsiders, but allows the Null Stewjoni to interact with the force whilst flying said ships. The smaller ships of modern times are fast, agile, and are often spotted in patrols of no more than six, travelling around the galaxy across the ancient passages the Stewjoni People once travelled in their many Force Pilgrimages among the stars.

Language

Due to the frequency of force sensitivity and the incredible empathy of Native Stewjoni, it is believed that the Stewjoni Language only developed so that those who couldn’t sense the force, or outsiders, could communicate with them. This unfortunately means that Stewjon has all the hallmarks of being a pidgin language, and thus has very few completely rigid rules in place. One of the few common conventions is related to writing, and script, which was the basis for the words and their phrasing, however much of Stewjon’s language style was borrowed from others. Such as Ba’va meaning ‘Uncle or Auntie’ or B’ur meaning ‘Mum or Dad.’ There is even significant pidgin from the ancient Je’daii who interacted with Stewjon – such as Dai meaning ‘offworld Force practitioner,’ Je’deyir meaning ‘Outsider’ and Sythe meaning ‘enemy/monster.’

One of the most well-known names out of Stewjon is ‘Obi Wan Kenobi’ after the many historical figures from Stewjon with that name. However, it might surprise you that Obi Wan Kenobi is not a name at all, but a red herring. It was designed, after one of the worst civil wars on Stewjon’s surface, to separate unclaimed, and claimed war orphans. It was supposed to be a way for the child to know that they hadn’t been picked yet. However, outsiders construed the meaning, and took it to indicate the child was unwanted, not unable to be cared for, leaving many Stewjoni who’d been forced from the system with that name when occupied by the Republic into poverty. This of course instigated much of Stewjon’s attitude against the Republic, the Jedi, and the Galaxy. Obi Wan Kenobi means ‘no one, of no clan.’ Which is contrasted by the real meaning for exile, which is ‘Wan Bi Kitrir,’ or Undesirable Person.

It is believed the word ‘Ken,’ for clan, came from the root word for ‘kin.’ Stewjon has no name in the language of its peoples, it is simple titled True Home, or Suti’yon, which was misheard by travellers as Stewjon.

Family and society structure

The importance of family and community in Stewjoni culture has lead to some interesting dynamics not commonly seen in seemingly human species so close to the core worlds. [Unfinished]

Their History;

Early Stewjoni have been documented around the galaxy in eras that long predate the accepted comprehension of space travel. This has led to the belief that ancient Stewjoni utilised vastly different tech to the Rataka Empire long before they encroached on the galaxy. This of course means that even on planets that deny any relation to Stewjon, the quintessential metallic hair and reflective eyes can reappear thousands of generations onwards. It is believed – and perpetuated – that Ancient Stewjoni often travelled to for off worlds in some form of ancient migration or forgotten force practice.

This brings us nicely into their first specific recording. The Pantorans claim that, sometime in the era of 32 000 to 30 000 BBY, a troupe of Stewjoni were in residence to bear witness to the winter solstice festival. They were documented to have stayed a few months, danced, and sung and spoke in a strange, incomprehensible tongue, introduced their magick and technology to the people around them, shared star maps, and left for their next location.

Mandalore states that, sometime around 20 000 to 15 000 BBY, an ancient Manda’lor and another troupe of Stewjoni assisted each other in a great battle against a nameless group of mercenaries preying on the Starships used to house the population of Mandalore at that time. Historians theorise that this may be why the words for magick, force healing, and other non-jedi related variants of the skills began to appear in Mando’a at this time. It also coincides with the Dathomiri beginning to be commonly widespread around the area Mandlore will one day occupy. It is believed that sections of the magick is in some way shared between what Mandalore remembers of Ancient Stewjoni, and what Dathomir has taught them.

Recorded history of real note on Stewjon picks up a written form around the 13 000s, and sometime during this period, Stewjon begins to select a princess – a person who is actually not required by Stewjon to be female, just mistakenly titled that way by outsiders upon meeting – to be the interplanetary advisor between the rest of the Galaxy and Stewjon. Around this time, the ancient Hyper-lane between Stewjon, their nearby branch worlds that would one day be lost to the Sith Lord Nihilus, and Iego would be documented by the Republic, and fiercely defended by Stewjon in what is described as Stewjon’s first real battle on the Galactic Scale.

It is somewhere around this time that Stewjon garners the attention of the fledgling Sith Empire of the era. In 7 000 BBY, Stewjon documents a rapidly rising number of assaults on the edge of what was once ‘their space’ – which under modern laws, they no longer possess – and this caused a number of Stewjoni Warships to be scrambled to meet the assailants.

It is described by many that from 6 000 to 5 000 BBY, after centuries of subtle genetic experimentation and torture, Stewjoni began to disappear from the galaxy. The Republic still hadn’t documented them as a species – and the ancient Jedi order has lost much of the knowledge in the most recent assault on their new Coruscant Temple, and no longer had information of the Species – this meant that when Stewjoni began appearing among the Sith, often enslaved, or Fallen, the Republic simply saw them as tube made creatures from the labs of the Sith, and put them down in the same way. This caused incredible outrage from what remained of the Stewjon at the time, who started a three-way assault on the Jedi, the Republic, and the Sith. It ultimately led to the occupation of their world, and the destruction of their temples, first at the hands of the Sith Empire, and later at the hands of the unknowing Jedi order, who had no precedent for what Stewjoni should have looked like, and almost eradicated the entire species by accident.

In the centuries that followed, Stewjon became incredibly insular, and began to bar entry to outsiders due to the suffering that the Sith and the Republics attempts at eugenics had caused them, leading them to be wary of anyone not outright part of their people. Stewjon had been under Republic occupation for almost a thousand years when the Sith Empire and the Mandalorian Empire went to war with the Republic, and in this time, Stewjon broke free of control, and actively killed any and all republic citizens still in their worlds. Unfortunately, they again attracted the attention of the Sith Empire, and begun to have to fight both just to survive. In the few occasions that Mandalorians and Stewjoni met on this era of battle, it was cold, but respectful – as Mandalorians still told tales of the Stewjoni of old, and some of the more non-human Stewjoni still were prevalent in society.

Stewjon eventually offered support to the republic against the Sith on smaller, closer to coruscant battle fronts that caused the Republic to allow Stewjon to move into true isolation – left alone in the heart of the republic as a non-member world, completely self-sufficient. The Jedi were barred from entering the planet’s space after Darth Nihilis destroyed much of the nearby systems unless they were a Finder. Multiple children were given to the Jedi Order at this time, and were also brought back to Stewjon, without their Master, for their coming of age.

When the New Sith Wars began, the Stewjoni sided with the Jedi and the Republic near immediately, resulting in much of the Galaxy following suite. After them, midway through the wars, Mandalore also offered their support, which cemented the first official treaty and legally documented interaction from Stewjon and Mandalore, resulting in the suspected apprenticeship of a Force Sensitive from Mandalore in Stewjon’s modern ways. This is the era in which the Mandalorian Houses came into effect – it is believed it is mimicked off of the way Stewjoni states their Temple of Origin after their Clan name, showing their allegiance and beliefs. This is argued against by most modern Mandalorians, specifically the New Mandalorians, who believe that Houses were a step away from Mandalore and Stewjon’s shared barbaric history. Notable Clans from this time were the Asterabi, or the ‘Unflinching,’ the Kestis, or the ‘Blade/Dark Family,’ and the Yeneboro, or the ‘Many Shapes.’ It is during this war that the Republic banned all non-Jedi adjacent Force practitioners from Republic space, and with Stewjon’s new alliance, the ‘darker’ Temples on Stewjon were either hidden, emptied, or in the case of the Kestis’, who could not hide their guardianship of the Temples of the Dead, exiled. Most exiles from Stewjon for this reason were immediately given residency on many of Mandalore’s distant worlds. Unfortunately, it means modern Stewjon and modern Iego – the current location for the majority of Clan Kestis – despise the Jedi personally.

At the Ruusan Reformation, and later the Dral Haran (The Republic's assault on Mandalore in a time of peace), Stewjon, and subsequently the Stewjoni, were barred from elections and from voting. This was proven to be a wise move when the current princess of Stewjon ordered their fleet to rally against one of the supply vessels headed to attack Mandalore. Stewjon has been banned from purchasing large numbers of ships, ammunitions, and transports ever since.

Modern and Current Galactic Impact;

[Unfinished]

[Don't mind me, guys. Doing what I do best. I'll add more to this as I explore the worldbuilding in my writing, but so far, this is what I have. I'll add pictures and references eventually, and hopefully have a semi organized pidgin to explain Obi Wan's naming convention. But that is for a distant horizon.

And for non-Star Wars fans, this is not at all canon, I promise.]

[[Wow, I haven't even gotten to clothes and cuisine yet, haha.]]

[princeblack]

cleaning the fan switches takes forever, using a rag that’s quickly becoming too greasy for the job. the winds of tatooine are heavy today, making the sand sting his eyes as he works. he pulls his scarf up over his face, squinting as he reaches to clean the last switch.

no one bothers him in his work because he belongs to watto, resident toydarian, junk dealer and human trafficker. regulus grew up in slavery, being put to work as soon as he was old enough to pick up a wrench. his mother always told him he was a miracle, her gift from above when she was purchased by the hutts. she said she was given him to save her; her one and only joy in a bleak, unforgiving life.

and regulus tried to be a good son, despite how difficult it was sometimes surviving the harsh weather of tatooine, bringing food home for his mother and learning tasks most would consider too complex for his age. but he became an expert pilot as young as eight years old, building droids on the side. watto found out about most of them, selling them so he couldn’t make any money. but he managed to get compensation for at least a few he built in creative places, slowly stockpiling his family’s meager savings. if it weren’t for the transmitters he needed to disable, he could’ve escaped this planet by now.

he’s almost done with his task, letting the scarf fall from his face. just then he’s interrupted by the rumbling voice of watto, beckoning him into the shop in huttese. regulus begrudgingly gets up, hurrying back into the dusty junkshop. it’s empty except for watto and two figures; an older man with dark brown hair, dressed in a poncho, and a young girl around his age. her beauty makes him do a double take, surprised by the sight of the prettiest face he’s ever seen. people aren’t often beautiful like this; in fact, they never are. she’s almost ethereal, from her soft auburn braids to her perfectly sculpted features. she has big blue eyes, full lips and a delicate bone structure. there’s almost an innocent, clean look about her, as if she doesn’t belong on this planet. regulus has seen many traders and pilots and sometimes their children, but none looked like like her.

“coona tee-tocky malia?” watto demands angrily in huttese, asking regulus what took so long.

“mel tassa cho-passa,” regulus responds, assuring him he was cleaning like he was tasked.

"chut! chut! gando doe wallya. me dwana no bata." he practically barks the words, demanding regulus watch the shop so he can do business out back. his yellow eyes are narrowed almost greedily at the man in the poncho, who regulus assumes is about to be swindled out of whatever money he owns. the blue toydarian’s wings flap as he leads the older man from the building, a nasty smirk revealing those yellowed tusks jutting from his mouth.

regulus wonders if the princess still standing in the junkshop has ever seen a toydarian before. he strides over to the counter, taking a seat on it and fixing curious green eyes on her. “you must be from one of the moons of iego. i heard from a space pilot once that angels live there– the most beautiful creatures anyone's seen in the known universe.” his tone is light-hearted, although he means every word. she’s the most gorgeous person he’s ever met, and there’s something angelic about her. 

he doesn’t know that she’s the naboo queen undercover, anonymously trying to help a jedi find parts to repair their ship so they can make it to coruscant and report on an invasion on her planet from the trade federation. he only knows that she’s beautiful and far too clean for tatooine, seeming like a fish out of water. he’s drawn to her; some tug that he can’t ignore. he knows better than to ask for details about her business or how she wound up in the outer rim, because one of the first lessons he learned as a slave was not to ask customers for details. it was bad for business. / @devcted

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More on the Star Wars AU because it's eating my brain like a worm eats an apple 😭😭 You can ignore it if you want, sorry for being annoying

SENATOR CROCODILE! Representative of the planet of Alabasta, one of the Core worlds, quietly working to prove the current leadership as unstable and untrustworthy and take control of the planet and its trade corridors, looking for the blueprints of a mysterious weapon.

Diathim Robin, a runaway of one of the destroyed moons of Iego, perhaps even last of her species after the refusal of her people to surrender their knowledge for the benefit of the Galactic Government, with ripped wings and dimmed aura, angry and bitter, her angelic appearance now twisted to serve the label of the Demon child.

The vision of Zoro with a lightsaber in the mouth has me wiping tears, it shouldn't be that funny to me. But you're so RIGHT ABOUT MIHAWK. (+ maybe a little angsty bonus for the goth family, but Force ghost Perona, tied to the remains of an ancient temple on the asteroid Kuraigana).

Jedi Padawan Nami (Twi'lek Nami and Nojiko???) who secretly works against the Order because a fearsome criminal has a vicious hold of her home and she is too afraid of the consequences to ask for help.

Baratie is now one of the most expensive and elegant restaurants in the Upper Levels of Coruscant, beautiful and with delicious food, ideal place to overhear the shady deals between powerful people.

Germa 66 is just another clone producing company (Kamino who, I don't know them) involved with crime and unethical experiments, the Vinsmokes now selling slaves workers for the mines, as well as making their own personal army.

Thinking of Mihawk, I can see him using an untraditional lightsaber. Yoru is still Yoru, with that enormous handle, and probably a large blade due to a bigger than average kyber crystal. Also, in my head I see him as someone who at least in his youth fell off the balance and succumbed to the Dark Side, even if not for long, so maybe his kyber crystal was bled and he eventually healed it, giving Yoru a pure white blade. I see him as someone who fares incredibly well with any form of lightsaber combat (he is an overachiever like that), perhaps even developing his own (showoff), although I see him having a preference for a combination of Makashi and Soresu. Now Zoro, Zoro. In canon all his swords are legendary or cursed, but I still want him to have made at least one of his lightsabers. So let's say, Kitetsu III is the third because it's the third lightsaber made with this kyber, and it's not the sword but rather the crystal that is cursed. Perhaps it changes colour with every new person that bonds to it. Let's say in Zoro's case it's blue. Wado is very pale blue, almost white (think Ashoka), and Zoro still inherits it from Kuina, although I see her dying later in their years, perhaps in unfair combat. Shusui (I miss that sword so much) was won, and definitely has a purple blade. Zoro uses the Ataru form almost exclusively (big on the offense, physically challenging, requires a great deal of using Haki the Force, it screams Zoro), although Mihawk tries to make him at least combine it with Soresu (because Zoro's defense sucks <3 jk jk I love him).

Kid who incorporates a variation of every piece of weaponry he encounters and deems cool enough in his arm, always having a trick up his beskar arm. Rusty red armour, later incorporating bold gold stripes (gold symbolises vengeance so maybe?), Kil's armour is blue (reliability) -grey, I see Wire's as black (justice. It fits him), and Heat's perhaps black-gray-pale blue (gray is a symbol of mourning a lost love, if I remember correctly which immediately made me think of Heat x Tobiuo angst for some reason. But seriously, what if.....? Not that she is actually dead but what if he believes she is (I can't think about him separately of her anymore T.T)

Kid and Killer's dynamic reminds me so much of Boba and Din's in a way. Working for the Empire bounty hunter Boba has Kid's rage and pride. Din is a quiet, gentle giant for the people who cares about, honourable and proud, and loyal to a fault which is like. Killer. In a nutshell.

(And to think two of my main One Piece OCs started out as Star Wars OCs .... And now they want to go back home to be space criminals 😔😔)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Senator Crocodile. Diathim Robin. ZORO WITH A LIGHTSABER IN HIS MOUTH IM SCREAMING. I have no words, this is just gorgeous. You have so many beautiful thoughts, and I am so very grateful you're sharing them with me. Mihawk trying to work on Zoro's defence, hells yes.

The coloured armour I am absolutely, deeply in love with. Wire in black 🫠🫠🫠 and the fact you're thinking of my OC in there with Heat makes me so insanely emotional. Have Tobiuo missing and presumed dead, only to be a slave to the gangsters, like the hutts. Make her a Twi'lek, former Jedi with amnesia (forbidden love between Heat as a Mandalorian). GREAT, NOW IM THINKING REALLY HARD ABOUT THIS AND TRYING NOT TO SCREAM.

KID AND KILLER BOBA AND DIN AAAAAAA YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU ABSOLUTELY. I am so in love with this whole train of thought, you have no idea. Thank you 😭😭😭

Edit to Add: YES TO STAR WARS OCS MIXED INTO ONE PIECE. I gotta hear about them.

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I Heard the Deep Space Pilots Talk About Them

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:32:34

[identityflawed]

palpatine drabble

context: a little drabble from my oc fic, repurposed. this takes place shortly after the lawless episode in the clone wars.

cw: implied drug use, implied death... idk what to tag

characters: palpatine, reader

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The doors to the Chancellor’s public office opened with a well-oiled whir, and you were quickly greeted by deep crimson and all-encompassing gold.

The sun was setting on Coruscant, and weather control had artfully painted clouds across the sky, not obscuring the path of the sun, but burning the edges of the clouds in deep indigos and fleshy pinks. A single, blackened silhouette marred the expanse of vibrant color, sleeves flaring at the shoulders, and ice-white hair lined with aurulence like some sort of halo.

The man before you was as far removed from the angels of Iego as one could be, not that you were aware of it.

“Welcome back, Commander,” the Chancellor said as you crossed the threshold from jutting shadows into sharpened light. “I must offer congratulations on your reinstatement into the Jedi Order. Your hard work has paid off.”

“Dividends for the both of us,” you replied, polite as ever. You sat down in one of two chairs in front of his curving steel desk. 

The Chancellor stood motionless, as if considering the implications of your statement.

“And to think a lone Jedi Padawan could bring us to the brink of ending the war.” The man finally turned, his blue eyes catching the fading sunlight as he returned to his wide-backed chair. “Your Master must be proud.”

You laced your fingers in your lap, examining one of the angular decorations on Palpatine’s otherwise empty desk. “The war isn’t over, Chancellor. Grievous’ capture is…” You gestured loosely with your gloved hands. “A boost in morale, at best. Dooku would’ve been more valuable, but even then…”

The Chancellor studied your impassive expression as you trailed off into silence. His own hands steepled over the desk. He waited for you to finish your train of thought, but you made no motions to. 

Perhaps to any other person, it would seem like you were reserving your thoughts to avoid wasting the Chancellor’s valuable time, or musing openly and had come to the end of your considerations. Palpatine knew better. You was baiting him into asking a question, to permit discussion of a topic that the Council had shut down many moons ago: the implication that Dooku was not the leader of the Separatists, but the second-in-command. The presence of a Master. The name Darth Sidious.

“Grievous will be tried and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, I assure you,” Palpatine said, smoothly guiding the conversation in another direction. “There is no denying the horrors that… abomination has wrought upon our Republic.”

“Of that, I have faith,” you murmured, playing with the hem of your robe as you gazed out in the distance. “But he is not the issue. Even the staunchest of Separatists recoil at the tactics he has used to ensure victory. His trial and subsequent execution will bring relief to both sides of the war.”

“A necessary sentiment.”

“From an unnecessary source,” you countered, almost absent-mindedly, as if you weren’t calculating your every word and micro-expression with a professional finesse. “I was hoping for Dooku.”

“As were we all, but I would be hard-pressed to find a single person in the Republic willing to calumniate you over such a point.” The Chancellor smiled in your periphery. “You are the hero of the hour, and perhaps more than that.”

You let the silence stretch before speaking once more. “Perhaps I misunderstood your summons, Chancellor. I thought you gave sufficient commendations at the ceremony earlier today.”

The Chancellor looked somewhere behind you, and a service droid wheeled into the room, a tray of tea balanced over its skeletal fingers. “I wanted to speak to you privately. Eventually, the luster of your successes will fade, and some will begin to question the legitimacy of the cover story that the Jedi Council has conjured for you.” The tray was set on the desk between them. “With particular respect to the Council of Neutral Systems, whose leader you…” He rolled his hand negligently.

“Allegedly murdered, yes."

As the droid poured two cups of tea, the Chancellor eyed you expectantly. “There is video evidence. We managed to lock it down, but…”

Now he trailed off and let the implications speak for themselves. To his well-hidden surprise, you didn’t seem even mildly concerned. Instead, you reached for a small cup of tea and held it close to your chest, appreciating the warmth in the chilly room.

“You're a politician, sir. You should know the truth is often subjective,” you said vaguely. “The Council knows the truth.”

Palpatine took the first sip of the drink, closing his eyes to savor it for a moment. When he opened them again, you had shifted slightly, the hilt of your lightsaber glinting in the crepuscular light. “They have yet to share it with this office, I’m afraid.”

You stared down at the tea – a bloodred liquid, extracted from the pale pink blossoms of Naboo. “Give them time.” You took a tentative sip, your tongue swilling around your mouth. “The real story is not an easy one to process.”

Palpatine thinned his lips. “I will have to determine that for myself.”

You finally met his gaze, your eyes dark as event horizons. “You want me to tell you.” You set down your cup and leaned back in the seat. 

“It would be preferable to get the information from a firsthand source,” the Chancellor responded. “I am all too often ensconced in lies and hyperbole, and for once, it would be more than beneficial for the future of the Republic for me to know what exactly is going on in the galaxy.”

“I don’t believe for a second that you don’t know what’s going on, Your Excellency.” Your voice had no edge, but for the words. You parted your lips to say something else, but the notion seemed to slip from your mind.

Just as quickly, you shook your head, trying to clear the sudden fog that had befallen your senses. The Force seemed to draw away from you, even as you reached for it, clawed at it, seeking an explanation for the sudden shift and recoil. Palpatine stayed silent, statuesque, observing as you blinked rapidly, trying to push to your feet but realizing all too late that something was wrong.

Your vision was swimming, but you managed to lock onto the watery blue eyes of the Chancellor, realization drawing your face tight as they glinted pale gold.

“You.”

[darlingdekarios]

illuminated.

rating: e for everyone. length: 522 content: Ben Solo x f!reader, fluff

no matter how many sunrises Ben gets with you, each one is cherished more than the last.

The day had only just started to be painted with gold as he was giving a final stir, that undeniable sense of adventure and desire to be on the move rejecting any opportunity to lie still, even just for a moment. As always, he lifted his hands to rub his eyes awake, only to find one of his arms pinned…the moment his morning truly began. 

There were few in the galaxy lucky enough to be greeted with a sight more beautiful and vibrant than any of the stars or suns, and yet he was among them. It was in these gentle moments he felt the luckiest – where you curled beside him with his sweater swallowing your frame, the darkness a contrast to the light pouring through the windows now. Though he could appreciate you as one appreciated the angels from the moons of Iego, it was seldom enough for long. And though as a pilot he was brazen – one could argue temerarious was often the more appropriate word – but these moments required delicacy. 

He reminded himself of that as he leaned in briefly to press a kiss between your brow, willing away the frustrated line that had formed as the daylight sought to end your sleep. He was rewarded – his delicacy always was – as the lightest of smiles pulled at the corners of your lips. It was quick, it always was…if he blinked away any more of the tiredness from his eyes he’d miss it, so instead he fought through the burn until you slipped closer to him, his large form shielding you for a while longer. 

He’d wait until you were ready before he moved – he wouldn’t waste a moment. It wasn’t like him to acquiesce to something so against his very nature so easily – and yet, morning after morning, he did so with you. It was quiet, easy…the familiar lull to comfort wrapping around him warmer than any sun could hope to make him. 

Ben Solo had been fortunate enough to nestle you into part of his morning routine for so many of them now, so many perfect sunrises tucked away into the depths of his mind for a day when he needed to chase the darkness away. No matter how many it had been – hundreds or thousands – your radiance held his attention, a gravitational constant of your own pulling him into you until a large had rested on your cheek, so light it likely felt like just another dream.

You’d wake sooner with his touch, a risk he’d happily take to feel his thumb brush against the soft skin of your cheeks, to soak in the warmth that poured from you. The subtle, slow swipe of his thumb across your bottom lip would, as it always did, quicken your breath – make your heart pound against your chest so hard he could feel it. The gentle press of your lips to his skin would erupt through him like the fires of Mustafar, and he’d bring you from your dreams with a soft kiss to your lips. 

The luminous glow of your smile would be the true start to his day.

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[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

Introduction to Iego - The Diathui

With an endonym meaning “People of the Diathim,” Iego’s indigenous near-human ethnicity is shrouded in secrecy and mysticism. Hailing from the original human inhabitants of Iego and the Diathim who ventured beyond its moons, the Diathui are an ancient race with a proud history. 

In ancient times, during the era of rudimentary space travel, a human sleeper ship crash-landed on the planet; in the ensuing chaos, the population separated into multiple warring bands that ultimately evolved into the legendary Twelve Tribes. It became the precedent for the tribes to be led by half-human, half-Diathim hybrids. As time went on, the majority of each tribe’s population eventually all had traces of Diathim ancestry, often as a result of each chieftain’s expansive harem–at least, according to legend. While the tribes themselves have long since disappeared, individual Diathui will often claim ancestral ties to a certain tribe, although the only real value to this is bragging rights. Individual cultural distinctions of each tribe have fallen into obscurity, and it can only be assumed all their attributes evolved into a single overarching–yet still small–culture.

There are few Diathui left on Iego, numbering only in the thousands, yet their mysterious reputation is firmly cemented in the minds of the wider galaxy. Often referred to as “fairies” or “elves,” these epithets are regarded as patronizing at best, fetishistic at worst, and overall derogatory. Stereotypes about them are quite widespread, mostly surrounding their mystical heritage and religion. For example, one common misconception is that Diathui are immortal, citing their Drolic healing practices, angelic ancestry, and generally longer-than-average lifespans. They’re regarded in a way similar to both the Ghostlings and the Dathomirians; they’re infantilized and made into objects, like the Ghostlings, and are viewed as esoteric tricksters, like the Dathomirians.. For the most part, however, the Diathui are seen as purely fictional, much like their parent species–little more than magical beings from a fairytale.

The rumored supernatural abilities of the Diathui are the primary focus of the stories surrounding them. All Diathui have baseline features stemming from their Diathim ancestry–faintly glowing skin, mild radioactivity, a wider spectrum of vision–but only females inherit the sacred powers, save for the legendary Drolic prophet who united the Twelve Tribes. Details surrounding these abilities are closely guarded by the triyi, who are selected from among those who display the most prominent powers. These sacred powers are indeed manifestations of Force abilities, although a handful of which are most likely exclusive to those of Diathim ancestry.

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[thechaoticfanartist]

Even worse way for the Anakin-Padmé-Grim love triangle to start

Anakin: Are you an angel?

Grim: What?

Anakin: An angel. Spacers told me about them. They live on the moons of Iego, I think

Grim: [looks over her shoulder for Padmé]

Anakin: They’re the most beautiful creatures in the world

Grim: …Sh*t.

OMG NOOOOO 💀😂