#my nightsister wife

[myfaenwy]

my ventress

HIIII TUMBLR i feel like i say hi every time

[stealingpotatoes]

Hi!

I was wondering, how do you imagine things going between Merrin the literal space witch and Sabine "Don't make me get out the explosives" Wren if they were to meet each other?

Also here have a 🥔

i imagine they're fast friends

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

[carlisle06art]

“Then Dathomir will be your grave.”

[allegoryofthebeast]

Something else I really liked in Survivor was Merrins implied yet very effective off-screen growth. It’s a very interesting foil to Cal that she, also, survived a genocide and spent her life alone, grieving, wondering if things could ever change but accepting they likely wouldn’t. But hope found her and changed her. It makes sense then that after experiencing family again she would decide to go back to solitude to understand who she truly is, having then experienced loneliness and love in equal measure to become the most measured version of herself. Merrin, mentally, is implied and shown to be resilient in that way while Cal desperately isn’t.

Fallen order is riddled with Cal’s loneliness and desperation for family, a group to understand him again. While never said as much and definitely never implied it’s always been a parallel between survived Jedi and Inquisitors that while Jedi kept who they were they lost the connection and family the force offered within the Order. Inquisitors became the worst versions of themselves and their beliefs, but they still had something.

It felt like a cop-out initially to have Merrin grow so much off-screen, but it deeply compliments our introduction to Cal in Survivor who went from forming a family to being alone again and is deeply disturbed by it. He’s not built to be alone, not built to wander - and Merrin sees and understands that more than anyone because she *could* be solitary yet chooses not too. She chooses Cal and chooses family.

[myfaenwy]

nightsisters and their psychometric boyfriends

the jedi and the nightsister

[stqrfirez]

“cal this, cal that” LOOK AT HER.

[nubimera]

Ezra x Reader when the trope Is star-crossed lover where one confesses but the other has to reject them despite being in love with them too

(bc hear me out

Reader is a nightsister on Peridea, exiled from their clan. They are young (barely an adult honestly) and alone, and despite being capable and smart they're scared but has to adjust to getting by on their own for the first time.

And so the first couple of years passes, until one day Peridea's balance changes, with a shift in the force.

Within a couple of weeks Reader finds themself crossing paths by chance with a boy, who like them and their ex-sisters smell like that force, but in a way of the everything different. If Reader finds him strange, almost unsettling in his own way, the stranger instead seems relieved by the encounter.

And for the first time in a while Reader is no longer alone, because Ezra Bridger (the boy made a point of introducing himself, despite Reader's little initial interest) has decided to start tagging along, and they hate to admit it, but they begin to warm up towards the young man.

Warming up enough to consider a friend, at the very least. Enough to decide to follow him when Ezra proposes to join The Noti (Reader will spend years wondering how their friend managed to get into the Noti good graces in only one afternoon).

Maker, at this point isn't even warming up anymore, because Reader start to cares about Ezra to the point that even themself misses people and places they hasn't met and visited, just listening to how Ezra's voice cracks every time at night, under the same stars from which he came, he tells them what he left behind.

It's during one of those evenings, five or six years after their first meeting, that Reader is practically hit in the face with the realization of how deep their trust and affection for Ezra runs.

It is always that evening, which has another realization, this time less pleasant: as he arrived, Ezra will go. It doesn't matter whether it will happen the next day or in twenty years, it's simply bound to happen, and when he leaves he will take a piece of them with him.)

[sapphos-daydreams]

Me *playing Jedi: Survivor*: where is Merrin?

[drawlanie]

nightsister merrin 🔥💚

she's like my wife actually, did u know she blushes green? anyway i love her so much

[alt & closeups after break]

[casp1an-sea]

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON STAR WARS LEGENDS

These are just my opinions your welcome to have different ones

Han and Leia waiting to get married makes total sense! At the end of return of the Jedi the only time they’ve spent as a couple is when their relationship started in ESB and its continuation in ROJ most of which they were in battle. Yes Leia has been thinking about him for about a year now but she hasn’t been able to get closer to him in that time, and for Han it’s like not time has passed at all. Plus there’s still a fucking War going on that they very much are invoked in. Marriage is not on their minds, especially Leia’s. (Plus all the traumatic shit they have to process)

This is a message to both legends and canon LUKE IS GAY come on now 🥲

Mara was cool until she married Luke then the writers kind of screwed up her character

Han’s backstory WTF (it’s so sad but so good)

Can we get more Han and Lando buddy cop adventures?

I FUCKING LOVE CORAN HORN

Okay but those stormtroopers from Choices of One feel like The Bad Batch’s emo cousins

THRAWN IS SUCH A NEAT VILLIAN

I THINK NUSO ESVA IS NONBINARY. WHY? fanart

I think it’s rly funny that C-3PO gets given to Han

I love Anakin so much why did he have to die???? Also please Leia why did you insist on that name. Don’t get me wrong I love it but the pressure you put on this poor child. Han why’d you give in you idiot?

HAN IS SUCH A DAD

WHY ARE THEY LEAVING A DEPRESSED ALCOHOLIC HOME ALONE WITH C3PO AND A LIST OF BARS?????

I feel so bad for Han in courtship of Princess Leia. Should I?

Okay but let’s be clear Leia definitely cheated on Han with Isolder. Idc what she thinks that was, it was cheating.

I see a common theme of Leia being rly untrustworthy of Han until they get married. To like an unhealthy degree. What is this guys? I promise he’s not a bad dude.

remember that time where Luke made a submarine out of a dead creatures stomach skin? Yep I do.

lando’s mining facilities getting destroyed is such a funny gag

Did you notice Isolder’s daughter marries Han and Leia’s son? It’s like poetry it rhymes.

WHY IS BOBA FETT STILL HERE????

I love paradise snare but to me the hutt gambit was a dumbstruck fire

HUGE PET PEVE I HAVE WITH TATOINE GHOST! (Still love the book though) Forgiving and forgetting is not always the answer. Han does not need to forgive the republic. LEIA DOES NOT NEED TO FORGIVE VADER. Nor would Han push her to do so and he certainly would not condone the slaughter of tuskins because “he was a boy with a dead mother”. Well wouldn’t you know Han you’re a boy with a dead mother and you didn’t commit genocide. You have even less reason to forgive Vader than the twins. I block this out it was a bad writing choice.

HAN HAD A CHILD WITH BRIA???? I know when, but WHERE ARE THEY?! google was no help

“Must be nice to have a grandmother” LMAO HAN YOU OKAY BUDDY?

Is it bad of me to say I prefer the og force witches/dathomirians/dathomir/nightsisters to the canon ones?

WHY DOES FORCE LIGHTNIHNG NEVER ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING

LUUKE SKYWALKER? They’re so goated for that. OKAY BUT DID DAVE FILLONI READ THE REBEL FORCE SERIES? BRAINWASHED abducted children with no memory of their lives and family, solely devoted ASSASSINS to an ECCENTRIC IMPERIAL WITH A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX who wants favor with the emperor. And these assassins are called X-1, X-2, X-3, X-4, X-5, X-6, and X-7. This is why it should have been tech.

I thought Chewie’s death was impactful and I didn’t hate it

I like it better that Han and Leia didn’t divorce

I like that Han is a male wife and I love how close his children are to him. It makes sense that Leia would be the working one.

not them have a floor to ceiling length tapestry of Leia in a their house. That would scare the shit out of me at night.

I like that Leia is a senator and not a general. Okay hear me out. Leia is trained in diplomacy as much as she is in combat. She was a senator before she was a rebel. And she has always been very much involved in matters of state and would want to feel like she was actively doing something to keep the republic in check. The rebellion was not just a war to her it was making the Galaxy a better place that doesn’t end when the war for her so the natural next step would be a government position. Granted she still acts as a general if need be and goes far beyond her job description countless times.

THE NEW JEDI ORDER SERIES IS FUCKING CRAZY MAN

Can someone fo a demo of the song C-3Po wrote about Han?

[myfaenwy]

UM HI I LOVE HER. i can’t stop thinking about her either.

A quick art of Merrin because i can't stop thinking about her 💚 and cause I need practice with the new outfit lmao

[carlisle06art]

Desert Ghost

[halfagonyandhope]

when the skies catch fire │ch. 41

first chapter (x); previous chapter (x)

Ahsoka excuses herself to return to her bunk a few minutes later, and Obi-Wan shifts as Ventress moves to sit next to him on the padded bench in the lounge. There’s still a meter or so of space in between them, but they can converse in hushed tones now, without fear of waking the others at the early morning hour.

“How exactly did you do it?” asks Obi-Wan.

Ventress smirks. “Return from the Dark side, you mean?”

He nods.

“Intense reprogramming,” says Ventress. “Mind you, this was something I wanted. If Vos doesn’t want to return to us, there’s no hope for him.”

Obi-Wan hesitates. “How bad was it?” he eventually asks. “When you saw him?”

Ventress sighs. “His eyes had changed,” she admits. “His entire Force signature was shrouded in darkness. It was like the Vos I knew was dead.”

As he takes in her words, Obi-Wan begins to remove some of the pieces of his beskar’gam. Ventress is clearly no threat to him, and she’s more than capable of fending off any external threat that could still appear.

And the beskar’gam is heavy.

Ventress watches as he sets his vambraces to the side. “What are you thinking?” she asks.

Obi-Wan glances up at her as he removes the chestplate. “My wife, Satine…she’s Force-sensitive in a way that I hadn’t known was possible,” he begins to explain.

Ventress scoffs. “The Duchess of Mandalore is Force-sensitive?”

“Believe me, I was as surprised to discover it as you are. The Mandalorians have their own Force sect, just as Dathomir does. Mandalorian Force users often have the ability to hide their Force signatures from others. It’s not powerful in the same sense as your Nightsister magick or the Jedi’s ability to wield a lightsaber, but it is immensely powerful. Her abilities…”

Obi-Wan trails off, considering.

“She and I began to wonder what else we don’t yet know about the Force.” He gestures at himself. “Exhibit A. I’m the first Force-sensitive, at least in documented galactic history, to sever their connection with the Force so completely that I cannot call upon it again.”

Ventress leans back, resting her arm atop the back of the bench. “You’re thinking there’s a way we can use these discoveries to bring Vos back from the Dark.”

“I’m not just thinking about the possibility,” says Obi-Wan. “I’m entertaining it. The reason I knew you were still alive is that I was contacted by my master, Qui-Gon Jinn - ”

Ventress lifts a manicured brow. “Jinn is part of the cosmic Force,” she says slowly, as if daring him to contradict her.

Obi-Wan doesn’t. “He appeared before me and Satine, and he told me that you and Quinlan were alive.”

A look of half-relief, half-anguish crosses Ventress’ face.

“How long ago did you speak with Jinn?” she eventually manages to ask.

“Only a few days prior,” says Obi-Wan.

Ventress presses a hand to her mouth, leaning forward, her eyes haunted. Obi-Wan watches her shoulders shake slightly, and he reaches out to brush a finger to her elbow. “I haven’t received news of Vos in months,” says Ventress, her voice shaky. “I wasn’t even sure he was still alive.”

“Master Qui-Gon confirmed that he is. He also told me that he’s learned much about the Force over the past decade. I think he might be able to help us figure out how to sever Quinlan’s connection to the Force.”

Ventress’ head snaps up, and her icy blue eyes lock on his. “We’d be able to release him from the hold of the Dark side.”

“What you said before, about Quinlan needing to want to change…that might not apply here. We might be able to force the change upon him. If he’s really far gone, we can’t take chances on trying to bring him back, just hoping he’ll have a change of heart. I can’t expose the members of the Rebellion to that.”

Ventress nods. “I understand. Before he was corrupted - that’s what Vos would have wanted us to do. He would have wanted us to bring him back, no matter the cost.”

“I’m glad you think so,” says Obi-Wan grimly. “Because if we sever his connection to the Force, there’s no guarantee he’ll be able to get it back. It’s been months and I haven’t been able to reforge that connection.”

“Do you believe it will be permanent?”

“Master Qui-Gon didn’t seem to think so,” says Obi-Wan. “But it will take a time-intensive journey of reflexivity and self-discovery before it’s possible. I don’t believe such a journey would allow Quinlan to re-establish a connection with the Dark side of the Force. It feels to me that this journey can only be made toward the Light.”

Ventress folds her legs underneath herself, crossing her ankles in front of her, as though to begin meditation.

“I’m familiar with that path,” she says. “And it’s what Vos would want,” she repeats. 

Then she nods, and Obi-Wan watches as a steely expression returns to her face for the first time since their reunion. This is the Ventress he knows.

“Where do we start, Kenobi?”

---

With Serenno being as close as it is, they decide to conserve fuel and remain on Dathomir for the time being. The lounge becomes an extension of Phoenix Base’s conference room for the next week, and they plan their operation.

Ventress takes the lead, informing the group of everything she remembers about Dooku’s fortress on Serenno, down to the changing of the guards and when shipments are delivered.

“Will Dooku expect another attempt to free Master Vos?” asks Ahsoka as she pores over blueprints that Ventress had sketched out. “You said you made a prior attempt to rescue him, right? What if Master Vos has been moved since then?”

“Then we’ll focus on extracting Cody and any other prisoners,” says Ventress, “and hope someone has intel on Vos’ whereabouts." 

A life-size holoprojection of Satine stands at Obi-Wan’s side, studying the maps and schematics over his shoulder. “Bo-Katan has been in touch with contacts in the Serenno system. The Count has essentially been under house arrest since the Republic fell. Officers of the Empire can come and go from his residence freely, but Dooku and his ensemble have not been allowed to leave. It seems likely that Quinlan will still be there.” She looks up at Ventress. “How did you get in last time?” she asks.

Ventress smirks. “I had a distraction.”

“Leave that to me,” says Obi-Wan.

---

“You’ve got the kyber crystal, right?”

Obi-Wan lowers himself down on his bunk aboard the Ghost. He has a cabin to himself, but he knows the walls aren’t terribly thick, so he keeps his voice low.

He holds the necklace up for the holoprojection of Satine to see. “Yes, my dear. And I’ve been practicing, doing exactly as Qui-Gon has instructed. We all have been. The plan will go smoothly.”

Satine sits next to him. “It’s not your part of the plan that I’m worried about.”

Obi-Wan sighs, wishing he could brush his shoulder against hers. “I know. There are…many variables.”

“You’re sure about Ventress?”

He nods. “She’s saved my life before, you know,” he says. “And she has more to gain if this goes well than she does if it goes poorly.”

“I cannot imagine what she must be feeling,” Satine whispers. “To lose the one you love but have the slightest possibility of getting them back…”

Obi-Wan gives her a wry smile. “I think you know that feeling all too intimately,” he points out.

“Touché,” says Satine. She breathes in slowly, then breathes out. “You’re thinking that if this plan works - if you get Quinlan back - then you can try the same thing with Anakin.”

Obi-Wan looks over at her, taking in her open expression, her kind eyes.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “The two cases could not be more different. Quinlan hasn’t murdered anyone - at least that Ventress knows of. He has not betrayed the Jedi, though he has betrayed himself. Anakin slaughtered every last youngling in the Jedi Temple, as well as many other Jedi. I get the feeling he hasn’t betrayed himself. His and Quinlan’s situations simply aren’t comparable. And if I’m being truthful, I know that if something goes wrong on our path to bringing Quin back, we’ll be able to contain him. I don’t think we can say the same for Anakin.”

Obi-Wan runs a hand through his hair. It’s still cut rather short compared to how he’s been used to the past few years, but it’s growing back, now about the length he’d worn it as a padawan.

“I don’t know if it’s worth the risk,” he admits. “The Jedi may not have been right about everything, but one thing they were right about was the importance of letting go. I think that is what I must do with Anakin.”

“There is wisdom in honoring our limits,” says Satine. “But, someday, someone will have to face him. Someone will have to take him down, even if it’s not you.”

“Hence why I’m working on letting him go,” Obi-Wan replies. “Though I suspect it will be a lifelong struggle.” He shakes his head. “But Anakin is a problem for the future. I must focus on the here and now.”

They sit in silence for a moment, and then Satine holds up her hand.

Obi-Wan immediately mirrors the image with his own fingers, as close as he can get without disrupting the holoprojection. “Call me as soon as it’s over,” Satine whispers.

“I will,” he promises. He clears his throat before adding, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Satine murmurs. “May the Force be with you, Obi.”

And then her holoprojection fades, sending the cabin into darkness.

---

They take Ventress’ ship, the Banshee, to Serenno. Unlike the Ghost, which they’ll pick up on the way back to Dantooine, the Banshee has holding cells - Obi-Wan suspects they saw quite a bit of use in Ventress’ bounty hunter days - as well as a top of the line cloaking device. 

Tech examines the cloaking device without bothering to hide his glee. “This must have cost a small fortune,” he breathes as Ventress passes him.

She waves a dismissive hand. “Worth every credit in my line of work.”

She and Obi-Wan head to the cockpit. As they move through the pre-flight checklist, he says quietly, “It’s alright to feel apprehensive about returning to Serenno.”

Ventress checks over her shoulder, but the others are out of earshot, down the ladder and in the galley, strapping themselves in for the flight out of Dathomir’s atmosphere and the initial jump to hyperspace.

“So your keen perception was not a byproduct of your connection to the Force?” says Ventress, in a tone that tells him she’s both annoyed and impressed that he’s picked up on her emotions.

Obi-Wan chuckles. “Keen perception has very little to do with it. I’m just remembering how I felt on my way to get Satine away from Mandalore.”

As Ventress pilots the ship up, she glances at Obi-Wan. “You know, I never pegged you for someone who’d renounce their vows to the Jedi.”

“And I never pegged you for someone who’d break their bonds to the Sith,” he shoots back as the ship climbs into the hazy atmosphere.

Ventress shrugs. “We’re clearly more alike than we’d initially realized.”

Obi-Wan has to laugh. “Is that a good or bad thing?”

Ventress grins. “That’s yet to be determined.”

They’re silent for a while as they leave the planet behind and then perform calculations for the hyperspace jump. Once the stars have begun to bleed around them and the ship lurches forward, Ventress turns to Obi-Wan, looking pointedly down at his wedding band.

“The beskar ring suggests you had a traditional Mandalorian wedding.”

Obi-Wan examines the ring and has to smile. “Quite the opposite, in fact. There was no scarification ritual performed. Satine and I agreed we’d both suffered enough scars for a lifetime.”

“Ah, yes, ever the pacifist,” says Ventress, crossing her arms over her chest. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“She’s more of a fighter these days than I am,” Obi-Wan admits. “I wasn’t conscious at the time, but she took the Darksaber from Maul. She disarmed him.”

Obi-Wan can’t remember a time he’s seen Ventress more surprised, and he laughs deeply.

“I’ve underestimated her, clearly,” says Ventress. “You said your Rebellion has organized an operation to get Mandalorian Force-sensitive children to safety? I assume Kryze is the mastermind behind this?”

“No, and yes,” says Obi-Wan. “Satine is behind it, but she organized the operation years ago, before the Rebellion was even a thought.”

Ventress taps her foot, considering. “There are Force-sensitive children beyond Mandalore who are in danger, as well.”

Obi-Wan’s brow furrows. “We’ve begun planning to expand the scope,” he says. “My brother is a pilot - ”

“There’s two of you?”

He nearly cackles at the look on her face. “He was never a Jedi,” Obi-Wan explains. “But he’s an ace pilot. We managed to find him - and my parents - soon after the Republic fell.”

Ventress’ expression softens at his mention of his family. “I’m…glad for you, Kenobi,” she says. He must give away something in his expression because she adds, “Spit it out. Whatever it is you just thought about, let’s hear it.”

Obi-Wan chuckles at this. “The Rebellion is my family, in more ways than one,” he says. “Satine and I have a daughter, Léa, born just a few standard months ago.”

Now that is the most incredulous he has even seen Ventress. “You weren’t kidding when you said we had a lot to catch up on.”

“If we survive this - and we must or Satine will kill me - you can meet her,” says Obi-Wan. “You can’t take Quin back to Dathomir permanently; it won't be safe to have him constantly be surrounded by Dark side magick. You both can stay with us at our base. Hibernate there, keep an eye on him as he heals.”

“When we survive this,” says Ventress, “I’ll take you up on that offer. And I’ll raise you this: make it permanent, and Vos and I will lead the charge on smuggling other Force-sensitive children to safety. I think it’s the kind of mission he’d like.”

Obi-Wan bites his lip, unable to articulate his gratitude.

Ventress cackles. “I enjoy making you speechless, Kenobi,” she says.

---

Hours later, the Banshee descends into Serenno’s spaceport, the formidable spires of Dooku’s fortress visible in the distance.

The team doesn’t need to go over the plan again; they’ve rehearsed it ad nauseam. Instead, they disembark - with the exception of Echo, who will man the getaway ship - in silence, with Obi-Wan heading to the palace’s opulent and imposing main entrance and the rest of the team headed to the delivery area tucked to the side, relatively hidden by a bunch of trees.

As he peels away from the others, he nods at Ventress. He knows that Dooku's arrogance will be the reason he won’t be expecting another rescue attempt staged in the same way as her previous one.

But that doesn’t help him still his shaking hands.

Obi-Wan fiddles with the tabards he’s wearing. The Rebellion has resources enough that new clothing is now not a luxury; they have a weaver and tailor who’d been able to make something akin to the Jedi robes Obi-Wan is so familiar with. He’d decided against wearing the beskar’gam from Satine, and he’d placed his beskar ring back within his lightsaber - the less Dooku knows about Obi-Wan’s relationship with Satine, the better.

But she’s still with him. Her kyber crystal necklace rests against his chest, not touching his skin but hidden within layers of fabric.

Obi-Wan steps up to the entrance, where he looks the guard in the eye. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he says, surprised at the strength of his voice. “The Count is expecting me.”

Again, he’s surprised, this time at the nod he gets from the guard, who opens the palace gate and ushers him inside. Another guard leads him throughout the palace, and Obi-Wan hears Ventress’ voice over his earpiece.

“We’re in position,” she breathes, and at the same time as the second guard in front of Obi-Wan says, “So the Count is expecting you?”

Obi-Wan wants to roll his eyes. He knows he doesn’t look like much anymore, but this is practically insulting. “Affirmative,” says Obi-Wan, and he knows Ventress and the team will begin to move at his green light.

The guard leads Obi-Wan into a grand dining hall, and immediately he’s hit with the smell of just-cut fruits, the scent of freshly baked pastries, the aroma of roasted meats. Obi-Wan catches a glimpse of the lavish artwork on the walls, hears the soft music playing in the background, and then he spots Dooku.

His grandmaster is seated at the head of an ornate table. He locks eyes with Obi-Wan and stands.

“Master Kenobi,” he says calmly, as if he hasn’t haunted Obi-Wan’s nightmares.

“Dooku,” acknowledges Obi-Wan. Over his earpiece, he hears the sounds of lightsabers igniting, the melody of plasma cutting through metal, and somehow this calms him.

“I did not think you’d come,” says Dooku, stepping away from the table gracefully and moving to head toward Obi-Wan. There’s a slight stutter to his steps, but he recovers quickly, and Obi-Wan realizes Dooku has noticed that he cannot feel Obi-Wan’s Force signature.

Obi-Wan sends silent thanks to the Force for this, this small blessing - that Dooku cannot sense the fear he'd had walking into the hall.

Dooku stops in front of Obi-Wan. “You look like the ghost of the man I last met,” he says, just as Obi-Wan hears a loud, metallic grinding sound over his earpiece - what he suspects to be the door to a cell opening.

“Now,” comes Ventress’ voice, and Obi-Wan imagines her and Ahsoka lunging for Vos.

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer Dooku, but Dooku doesn’t seem to care. “Perhaps now you’ve realized you were wrong as well? To turn down my offer?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow. He’s heard Dooku speak these words before, of course, in those same nightmares.

“You’ve broken,” continues Dooku, but Obi-Wan is concentrating on Ventress’ voice in his ear. He pictures her hands on either side of Quinlan’s head, Ahsoka helping her to pin him to the ground.

“Retreat,” orders Ventress, and Obi-Wan knows she’s not speaking to Ahsoka. 

She’s speaking to Quinlan.

It’s the strategy they’d decided on with Qui-Gon, who’d asked Obi-Wan to describe the primary emotion he’d felt when he’d cut himself off from the Force. To his surprise, Obi-Wan hadn’t immediately thought of fear. Rather, he’d described it as a feeling of needing to retreat, to hibernate, to rest.

And Qui-Gon had instructed them to try the same with Quinlan.

Obi-Wan hears a loud thud, and he guesses Quinlan has fallen unconscious.

Obi-Wan meets Dooku’s dark gaze. “On the contrary,” he says, “I’ve never felt so whole.”

Dooku laughs at this. “Come now, Obi-Wan. The Jedi were wrong. They dug their own graves, covered themselves with sand, and then waited while they suffocated. Admit it.”

“I’ve never shied from admitting my mistakes,” says Obi-Wan, his voice firm, “and there have been plenty.”

Now Dooku scoffs. “Such weakness. Perhaps Qui-Gon was wrong to speak highly of you.”

“We’ve got him, Obi-Wan,” comes Ventress’ voice. “And Hunter’s got Cody.”

There’s static for a beat before Ventress continues.

“We just got word from Tech. He and Wrecker found the medical equipment. We need a few more minutes, and then you can disappear.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. “Or perhaps he was wrong to speak so highly of you,” he says, and he doesn’t take any pleasure in the flash of uncertainty in Dooku’s eyes. “You must have known how your apprenticeship with Sidious would end, Count. And now the prisons in the lower levels of your fortress have consumed you, too.”

Dooku shifts, one hand resting on his saber hilt, and beats of silence pass. Obi-Wan’s eyes flash to the elaborately carved cabinet behind him, and understanding floods over him.

“Why are you here, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan smiles. “Why, you invited me, of course.”

Ventress’ raspy voice fills his ear again. “We’re clear and making our way back to Echo. We’ll pick you up out front.”

Obi-Wan reaches up to grab the kyber crystal around his neck, pressing his palm against it.

He grins at Dooku’s look of astonishment, knowing he’s succeeded in making himself invisible to Dooku's eyes. Dooku scans the room in a panic, clearly wondering where Obi-Wan has moved to, and he ignites his lightsaber. “Guards!” he yells, and his entourage swarms him, giving Obi-Wan time to head to the cabinet behind Dooku. In the chaos, Dooku doesn’t notice Obi-Wan open it.

Having guessed what is inside, Obi-Wan isn’t fazed. Instead, he calmly reaches for the collection of stolen sabers, clipping them to his belt, each saber disappearing into thin air as he touches it. Then he moves slowly, quietly, the long way around the table, avoiding Dooku and his panicked guards.

It’s not a long trek back to the entrance of the fortress, but Obi-Wan is breathing heavily, his joints aching, by the time he reaches the doors, which have been left open. There’s no longer a guard outside.

He breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing Ventress' ship hovering just meters before him outside the fortress.

“Lower the ramp!” Obi-Wan says into his comlink. He sees Echo in the cockpit, knowing Echo can’t yet see him, but Echo dutifully extends the boarding ramp. Obi-Wan jumps aboard, yelling into his comlink again, and his legs tangle beneath him as one of his knees gives out. The ramp rises as he falls onto the cool metal. The ramp closes with a hiss, and Obi-Wan tries to catch his breath, remembering when he’d found Qui-Gon in a similar state after his first duel with Maul.

He lets go of the kyber crystal, feels the ship lurch into the atmosphere, and passes out.

[absolxguardian]

The idea of there being other clans of non-nightsister witches on Dathomir actually first originated in the short story in the 2020 anthology The Clone Wars Stories of Light and Dark "Bug" by E. Anne Convery. Now originally my next sentence was going to be "wow, Filoni actually expanding upon and clarifying an idea first presented in a book, maybe he can read", but Convery is actually Filoni's wife. Don't get the wrong idea, the story is actually good, but it's similar to Katie Lucas writing some of the best episodes of TCW, she doesn't have any other published writing.

The story is about an abused girl on a nowhere planet meeting Faltha, a Dathomiran witch of no clan (guess now we can't even say she's a Zabrak for certain), looking for the daughter she created through magic, which was stolen by Mother Talzin. Talzin sent the daughter away during the massacre, so now she's searching nearby planets for her. Here are all the references she makes to other clans.

[Faltha] held Rank’s gaze an uncomfortably long time until she broke the silence abruptly. “But! Your news, like the bread you serve here, is old. The Nightsisters’ fortress fell months ago. Other clans will take it over. There are more witches in that world and this than you know. Find me if you come across any news of Dathomir worth telling, or when your wife comes to her senses and gives me the access I’ve requested.”

“Not so very long ago, nor so very far away, there lived on the bloodred planet of Dathomir a woman named Falta. She was a small magick maker whose home lay on the far side of the marshes from the fortress of the Nightsisters, most warlike and merciless of the witch clans. Their leader, ruthless and calculating, was one they called Mother Talzin, or simply Mother. [...] She traded with the Nightsisters for such things as she could not forage or grow or make for herself.” [she is telling Bug her own life story as a fairy tale, hence the third person]

"She traded for colorful shells with a traveling witch from the Blue Coral Divers Clan."

[shallowcoffin]

immediately thought of this 💀

Did Cal and Merrin do a nightsister ceremony to get married or did they just decide they were married at some point?

I'd like to think they made a whole Event out of the marriage (w everyone on koboh), but I know in my heart that this is how Cal proposed:

(commission info // kofi support!)

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

4 and 13.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

I have literally a whole space station of clone OCs who were experimented on by the Empire until they eventually rose up and took the station back, and have been living there ever since. The station is called Xanthosis and the most notable characters are - Dreamer (philosopher clone whose bizarre behavior hides a brilliant strategic mind) - Shadow (an extremely skilled warrior who was trained to bodyguard his commander and remains fanatically loyal to him long after his death. Fell in love with a Mandalorian warrior who nearly killed him and is surprisingly poetic and romantic when he wants to be) - Needle (named for his skill at needling other people. Is missing his shadow and tells a different story every time you ask. Also models for art class) - Cicilia (did three impossible tasks to woo a goddess and is father to her children), - Brig (clone who was known for his rebellious and strong thinking, which led to....) - Dyssebeia (a nightsister spirit who was killed and imprisoned for her own rebelliousness. The orb later found its way to Xanthosis, where it was found by Brig. He and Beia have worked out a deal and now share a body.) - Joshua (identical twin to a Jedi, honorary father to many of the station's children, his wife's hands) - Coatl (Joshua's wife, is a giant snake, lazy and scarred, her husband's voice) - The Iskresh as a whole (people who were part of "interrogation research", violently tortured their torturers for two weeks, and have now sworn off all violence)

I also claim Tarre Vizsla as an honorary OC because in canon he's a complete blank slate. Mine is grumpy, old, very exhausted with the Mandalorian ways, absolutely determined, and a big fan of the "boring but practical" ways of ruling like logistics supplies and standardizing units of measure. That said, he does have a soft spot for children, including teenagers, and warriors who are honorable on their own merit and not just as a performance for others or for self-gain. Also he's narcoleptic, heavily scarred, has a pet feathered snake called Vonda who acts as his service animal, and nonbinary.

13. Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.

Ummmmm......7. I really, really like building worlds, it's my favorite part of writing, and I think I'm pretty good at that but I don't think them all the way through.