#still debating his lightsaber color

[queen-scribbles]

Soooo the Moon Pilgrim set looks amazing on the new boy

[fandomforg]

ok, so, mcu peter parker somehow gets sent to the star wars universe

we’re all familiar with the trope of ‘earth girl who’s a big star wars fan goes to star wars galaxy and tries to save everyone there with her knowledge of the Plot’ but now think about if peter parker, resident star wars nerd/super genius/superhero, gets sent there

first things first, he would lose his marbles seeing all the cool aliens and technology (even though he’s already seen plenty of aliens/tech just from being on earth) but like!! it’s not just any aliens!!! it’s star wars aliens!!! woah!!!!

he wouldn’t really even have to worry about hiding his enhancements bc he could just go ‘uh, i’m not baseline human?’ and everyone there would just go ‘oh, ok’

as soon as peter got his bearings tho, he would absolutely immediately start scheming on how to stop palpatine/prevent the clone wars or whatever. like full on murder cork board with red string as he thinks. whatever poor soul has offered to let this lost child stay with them is very concerned because every time they bring him a snack it looks a little bit more like this kid is trying to overthrow the government (he kind of is planning to overthrow the government)

peter has gotten in enough debates online to know that most of the groups that might be able to help him (the jedi, the mandalorians) are a little too wrapped up in their own stuff (connections with the senate, civil war) to stop palpatine with any sort of efficiency, so he just goes ‘huh, guess i’m gonna be a vigilante again’ now he’s spiderman again!!! but this time in star wars!!!!!

webslinging on corusant would go so crazy though

so by day, peter is working part time at some little corusant shop where the owner lets him use the spare room (and the owner is also constantly so concerned over this insane child that just showed up one day without knowing the date, but knowing many random historical facts that they space-google and find out are absolutely correct)

and by night, spiderman is swinging between the levels of corucant, stopping petty crimes avoiding the jedi who keep trying to figure out who this spiderguy is. they think must be force sensitive (‘just look at how fast he’s running! and he’s sensing hits before he sees them!’)

eventually, peter finally makes his move and goes after palpatine. it’s uhhhh, actually easier then he expected. peter may have had a few too many backup plans. palpatine was not expecting his sixth lightning to be absorbed by a brightly-colored suit (‘thanks, mr. stark!’) nor was he expecting to be covered??? in spider?? webs???? it’s very hard to cut yourself free from webs when you can’t move an inch to even ignite your lightsaber

the next day, palpatine’s guards find him still stuck to the wall of his office and spitting mad, while the jedi find security footage of the chancellor attacking that one vigilante with force lightning and pages and pages of evidence of palpatine’s crimes (sith-related and not) just sitting in their inbox. the arrest goes pretty smoothly after that.

once this all finally hits the news, the shop owner that peter’s been staying with (read: slowly being adopted by) just kinda shouts out a ‘kid! what did you even do?!’

well now that that’s handled, the next thing on peter’s to do list is, uhhh, getting home. yikes.

[salubriousbean]

*kicks down door*

HEY HI HELLO (If you couldn't tell I'm really excited about this I hope whoever's reading this is excited too)

Well long story short today's my birthday so I brought treats for the class and those treats are . . . a whole original clone division! With original Jedi characters too!

*fanfare* I AM PROUD TO INTRODUCE TO YOU TODAY THE 495TH DIVISION!! ✨

So I'm listing each character by Company (no I do not have a profile for every single member yet), then some of their traits, then a random quote rhat seems like something they would say. Also, sorry if it's formatted weird, I had to copy and paste this from the notes app of my phone and then re-format it

('m putting it under the cut because otherwise this post'll be annoying to scroll past)

Shabam! ⚡

The 495th Division!

• Their Division is nicknamed the Jarkiv Divison (Jarkiv means charisma or presence in Mando'a, plural is Jarkive). So sometimes non-495th will be like "Oh there goes a Jarkiv" or "Yeah some Jarkive stopped by last rotation" or something like that.

• Their color is periwinkle! And they have lots of twins!

• They can do normal clone battalion stuff but they also specialize in undercover/infiltration ops and ops that require a smaller size force. Basically just very specialized operations, they can do lots of stuff.

• They've received tweaked training, and are also slightly more genetically modified (just slightly) than regular CTs, but still carry the CT designation so as to not tip off the Seppies/enemies that something's up with this division.

• They usually use shadow holograms for their disguises when they're undercover. They've received more extensive training about different religions, cultures, languages, and species. And before each mission they study up on where they're going, what it's like, the culture, climate, language, customs, etc.

Numbers:

1 Jedi Knight, 1 Jedi Master, and 1 Padawan, 3 Companies.

1 Commander, 3 Captains, 6 ARCs, 90 other troopers. Per Company, that maths out to:

1 Captain

2 ARCs

30 troopers (3 squads of ten, the Captain leads one and the two ARCs lead the other two)

So basically, there's 100 troopers and 3 Jedi.

Also, the Commander usually just tags along with a random company when he goes on missions.

It was a matter of great debate in the Jedi Council whether or not to have so little clones per Jedi in this Division. Some wondered at the efficiency of it all, but the 495th has proven themselves extremely capable. They're all very close, and work very well together. However, any casualties affect them more so than a normal clone / Jedi battalion.

THE GUY WHO KEEPS IT ALL TOGETHER:

Commander Jagger, CT-2874

• The guy who keeps all the captains in line lol. Tired man, like the dad of the 495th, makes the best caf even though they all use the same caf machine, it's wild.

• Unfortunately does a lot of paperwork (somehow).

• Good peacemaker

• Dual wields blasters

"Troopers! Put aside your disagreements for later and focus on fighting the Seppies, not your brothers!"

NEBULA COMPANY:

Jedi Knight Star Nubo

Lightsaber color: pale green, lightsaber spear sorta thing, with small sabers on both ends. Kinda like those electrostaffs, but with lightsabers.

Species: human. Long brown hair, medium skin tone, has some freckles on her face, short queen.

• Very strong with the force, occasionally receives visions from the force, usually in the most inopportune, inconvenient moments ever

• Had her hair cut off by Grievous like 3/8ths through the war, it used to be in a very long, beautiful braid and then it gets cut to her shoulders and then trimmed to her chin because the lightsaber burned the ends

• Also she can practically fly with the force, the force is her weapon, she's very very very good at levitating and force pushes and stuff, even like subtle stuff.

• She is also skilled at playing some space flute kinda thing and was in several Temple Theatre productions.

• She's always there for you. dependable, but sometimes changes her plans on the spot/with little warning.

"Incoming from above!"

Captain Koden, CT-8355

• Star's Captain (kinda sorta maybe they fall in love). Noble sorta guy. His name is like Kote and Commander Cody's.

• Unless there's extra lives put at risk, he doesn't usually change his tactics mid-battle• Also dual wields

• Good at evaluating terrain and keeping people in line

• Knows Mando'a

• Very close to Jagger

"I've learned that sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith. And sometimes that means jumping out of a gunship without a parachute because your plan went wrong."

Angel, CT-8260

• ARC

• Almost no color to his armor at all

• Bro has no chill in fights whatsoever

• Menace on the battlefield (to the clankers of course)

• On breaks, 1/3 of the time he's super chill and 2/3 of the time he's just raging about something (or somebody)

• Has a pair of stylized wings tattooed on his back and painted on the back of his armor

"GRAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Graham, CT-0397

• ARC

• Likes crackers, even the ones in rations• Not picky about food

• Picky about like mud and such

• If you're not on a mission he will talk your ear off

"Agh, we're gonna have so much fun cleaning our armor when this is all done. Stupid mud. I miss the clean facilities on Kamino. Not the Kaminoans, just their cleanliness."

Ten, CT-4736

• Medic

• Doesn't have a single 1 or 0 in his CT number at all, nobody except himself and Jagger knows how he got his name

• The classic medic stereotype of wouldyouidiotsjuststopgettinghurtalready and stopdoingidioticstuffI'myourmedicnotyournanny but other than than he's chill, he's only annoyed with his vode (and even then it's kinda jokey), and he's never annoyed with his Jedi getting hurt

• Also really good at hacking (Ten got his name from binary)

• Wired different, kinda loopy sometimes

"Hammer! Do I have to manage your metal-chomping tendencies every second of every rotation? This is ridiculous! You're gonna ruin your teeth before you're thirteen!"

Hammer, CT-2699

• Heavy gunner

• Good at using a battering ram and breaking down doors

• His bad habit is chewing on metal absentmindedly, Ten always gets mad at him

• Plays pranks on Ten

• Very slowly comes to appreciate snipers

• When he's in disguise he likes pretending to be a feisty old grandfather who has back problems

"Let's hammer this home!"

Jelly, CT-2603

• Twins with Bell

• Armor is fully colored in, like there isn't a speck of white on this guy's armor it's all periwinkle

• Good at dancing

• Life of the party

• Talks a lot but mumbles when he speaks

• Calls Bell "Belly" all the time (Bell hates it)

• Also kinda loopy sometimes, friends with Ten (not his assistant though, Jelly doesn't like that stuff)

"Heyy, Belly!"

"Don't call me that."

"Aw come on vod, then it rhymes with Jelly! And we all know that that name's funner anyways."

Bell, CT-6023

• Twins with Jelly

• Likes everything to be on a strict schedule

• Good at ramping it up and also mostly calming it (which is sometimes Jelly) down

• Ten's coolest and best and only assistant, great at helping troopers take and remember to take whatever medications they may need

• Efficient cleaner

• Good first responder to any accident

"Okay, okay, let's take a deep breath. In . . . and out . . . in . . . by any chance have you seen Jelly anywhere?"

Burst, CT-5904

• Ordnance expert

• Likes explosions

• Besties with Hardcase and Wrecker

• Has an explosion painted on his helmet

• You can only wake him up with explosions or by shaking him aggressively or dropping him on the floor or something, he does not wake up to normal alarms

• Has a ✨prosthetic arm✨, his hand got blown off in an explosion so now he has a prosthetic from just below his elbow

"Hey guys, need a hand?"

SHAV'RAM COMPANY:

Jedi Master Aada Zubin

Lightsaber color: fuschia. Normal lightsaber.

Species: uhhhh idk but she's orange and she doesn't have any hair. Also a short queen.

• Serene, patient, well-rounded in her skills.

• Wears cool dark robes but she's not a sith, absolutely not.

• Can hack into a computer like nobody's business.

• Thinks ration sticks are actually good.

• Good at Jedi mind tricks

• Besties with Jocasta Nu

• Wears the most oddly patterned/colored head scarves

"You will grant me access to the mainframe."

Captain Alaar, CT-1946

• Aada's Captain. a little more traditional and Mandalorian-like than the others.

• Speaks fluent Mando'a and Huttese, as well as Basic (obviously)

• Shav'ram is another word for Silent. (DISCLAIMER: from what I could find, shav'ram is not a preexisting Mando'a word with a preexisting definition. So I made up my own.)

• Good at making things up on the spot, whether that be on the battlefield or when he's undercover.

• Dual wields Mandalorian pistols, has thigh holsters instead of the kama holsters (but he still wears a kama)

"Fight for the glory! Fight for your kin! Go show those Seppies what they came for!"

Nerin, CT-6782

• Twins with Davin

• ARC

• Got a strange sense of humor

• Once he discovered googly eyes he put them on everything, and I mean everything he could get his hands on: mouse droids, mess hall trays, Alaar's helmet, Davin's kama, etc.

• Good at flips and somersaults and parkour

• Preferred disguise is some type of alien

"Yes, I know, but have you seen the caf machine yet?"

Decant, CT-0322

• ARC

• Named Decant because his CT number matches the date he and his batch were decanted

• He got the rizz, as they say

• Often has dreams about moons for some reason

• He has a way with words and is good at convincing people, like on missions where he needs to convince someone to lend them something or something like that

"Why, thank you. I think I owe you a favor." *winks*

Spot, CT-4034

• Twins with Snap

• Sniper

• Good at sniping

• And spotting

• Literally just has polka dots all over his armor

• Likes techno music and usually listens to it on breaks (he's a good DJ)

"Oy, watch out!"

Snap, CT-6056

• Twins with Spot

• Heavy gunner

• Buff and angry

• Has stripes all over his armor, it looks like plaid

• Will fight anyone at any given moment

• Likes kittens

"DON'T YOU DARE HARM THAT CAT! YOU HARM THAT CAT AND I'LL HARM YOU!"

Coleman, CT-9367

• Dyed his hair red

• Likes outdoor missions

• Good at starting fires

• Could survive alone outdoors for a very long time

• Starting to grow a beard (it's not working out very well for him)

• Very light sleeper

• If you have chocolate cake he is there within a second of smelling it

"Is that cake? Can I have some?"

GUST COMPANY:

Padawan Neea Tayni, apprenticed to Master Aada Zubin

Lightsaber color: main blade purple, little offshoot blade yellow, double-bladed.

Species: twi'lek, dark blue. Usually wears some kind of handkerchief bandana thing on her head. Taller than her Master and Sola.

• She can force heal so that's cool.

• Makes the most hilarious dad jokes (she gets it from her master).

• Unlike her master, she thinks ration sticks are the spawn of the devil.

• She's also friends with Ahsoka. Does the dramatic robe drop.

• Very good at sneaking and pickpocketing

"Haha! Take that, you bantha cud!"

Captain Lik, CT-0827

• Neea's Captain. He's here to have fun. Heavy gunner.

• Likes burritos and similar food items

• Good at taking out lots of droids very fast

• Always carries extra droid poppers but usually gives them to others

• Usually places bets on stuff and usually loses, but he's sportsmanlike whether he wins or loses

• Scar on his neck where he almost died

"Press forward! Those droids won't take us today!"

Davin, CT-6783

• Twins with Nerin

• ARC, Gust Company

• No-nonsense sort of guy

• Hates it when people don't get to the point straight away

• Doesn't like politics

• Likes getting the job done as fast as possible and then going to take a nap

• Has a flower painted on his thigh plate

"Just-- stop talking."

Ambrose, CT-3157

• ARC

• Makes really bad puns (he gets it from Neea)

• Really likes honey and sweet stuff, massive sweet tooth

• Would call significant other honey if he had an s.o.

• The second best cook of the 495th (he learned from Commander Jagger, the best cook)

"STOP STEALING MY HONEY! I'm just trying to make cookies!"

Simon, CT-1889

• Twins with Agatho

• Likes tea, not caf like the rest of his vode (he's the only one who likes tea)

• Resident food connoisseur (can't spell connoisseur)

• British accent

"You can't even cook the tea right!"

Agatho, CT-1890

• Twins with Simon

• Got his name from "agathokakological", meaning "comprised of both good and evil".

• Good at spelling, large vocabulary

• Has lots of geometric lines on his armor

• Also has a British accent

• Good witness because he remembers everything

• And because of that he holds grudges for a long time

• One of the calmer troopers of the 495th

"Simon was the one who broke the caf machine. Don't blame me."

"Agatho! What the kriff?"

"I'm just telling Jagger what happened!"

James, CT-5628

• Likes instrumental music

• Mustache

• Also a calmer dude UNLESS you take his stuff (don't take his stuff)

• Always lays on the floor

• Has cool diagonal geometric design things on his armor

• Good at mapping stuff and drawing out building plans

"Don't touch me until 1600. Unless there's food, or cream for my caf."

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So anyways, there they are! I'll probably make a better masterpost for them in the future lol

And hopefully I'll start writing stuff with them now, and draw them but that might take a while

Also if you have any questions I'd be more than happy to answer them that would mean a lot to me but no pressure

[supersaiyanjedi14]

Another addition to my personal Star Wars AU.

Vah'nya, Ozyly-Esehembo of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet, Commander in Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo's Household Phalanx, first Master Knight of the Bazehn Viziter

Per my last poll, this is my version of Vah'nya after receiving proper training and becoming a Jedi-equivalent. I really like the idea of other light-side Force orders springing up alongside the Jedi Order in the post-Empire years, especially after the fragmenting of the New Republic during the Yuuzhan Vong War. After all, the galaxy is a big place and the Jedi, try as they might, can't be everywhere at once. Furthermore, the post-Vong galaxy was much more politically diverse than under the Republic or the Empire, with the Galactic Alliance, Imperial Remnant, and other interplanetary governments all being big name power players. Plus, the Jedi have consistently welcomed other Force-orders existing throughout the galaxy, even cross training with them on occasion. I have no doubt that Luke would welcome such ideas coming about.

A big inspiration for this was the Imperial Knights from the Legacy comic series, who are functionally Jedi in all but name despite service to the Fel Empire. I figured that if the Remnant can have their own light-side Force order, why can't other major galactic powers? With other Orders serving among these bodies just as the Jedi serve the Republic/GA, more good can legally be done in more places while compensating for limited jurisdiction. ("Oh, the Jedi can't go here because the Republic has no power? Well, the Hapes Consortium DOES have power here, and they have their own Jedi!"). Each of these Orders are distinct with their own philosophies based on their own views of the Force, but all are dedicated to the same ideas of serving the light and protecting the innocent.

I had a Chiss version in my head for a long time, down to the name (per a Cheunh-English translator I found online, Bazehn Viziter means "Force Knight"), and after reading Thrawn: Treason, I decided that Vah'nya is the perfect candidate for starting it up. Her lightsaber color was something I had been debating on for a while, since I wanted something a little unique outside of the standard colors. With you guys' input, I settled on a light indigo, mixing blue and purple for something unique.

As for how this all fits into my AU? Read below!

Alright, as this Au mixes aspects of canon and Legends, the events of the new Thrawn books are similar but different. Most significantly, Thrawn does not fight the Ghost crew in the BBY years, as the main canon divergence for me is around the end of Rebels season 2. His relationship with Eli and battles with the Grysk remain, getting him acquainted with Vah'nya and her abilities. Around the time of the OT, Thrawn returns to Chiss space to report on his progress with the Empire and their potential as an ally. However, the Patriarchs are unimpressed with the Empire's tyranny and atrocities, in stark contrast to Thrawn's pragmatic ambivilence. This time, his exile is the real deal as opposed to the cover story it used to be.

Thrawn decides to take matters into his own hands, promptings him to start diverting resources and gathering loyal allies to build the Empire of the Hand. Eli and Vah'nya are two of the earliest recruits, along with a large contingent of sky-walkers. As a member of the Hand, Vah'nya naturally takes charge of the SKy-walker kids, though she also starts doing whatever research she can to help preverve or expand their powers. Either way, she is determined to help these kids as much as she can, making sure they are still cared for and not cast aside when no longer useful.

Come the Thrawn trilogy, Thrawn recruits the renegade Jedi mercenaries Baylan Skoll and his apprentice Shin Hati into his schemes alongside Joruus C'Baoth. Like in the Ahsoka series, Baylan is a broken pedastal who sees working with Thrawn as a potential "break the cycle" means. However, he quickly realizes that C'Baoth is too dangerous to let that actually happen, especially when the mad clone tries to bend Shin to his will as he tried with Luke and Mara. Baylan's better nature motivates him to confide with Thrawn, who arranges for Shin to disappear to the Hand. Shin quickly befriends Vah'nya, and starts to think that proper Jedi-style training might be the solution she's looking for. After all, the Chiss's isolation from the galaxy at large means that their exposure to the Jedi and Sith, and by extension their methods, is going to be limited (we've seen other Force traditions that build up in different specialized ways while isolated from the Jedi), so more complete study and practice may help.

With Shin's aid, Vah'nya is able to improve her powers as well as branch out into other abilities unseen by the sky-walkers before. Eventually building her own lightsaber, Vah'nya decides to commit herself to spreading what she learns among her people, letting the Chiss connect fully to the Force again. At the same time, Shin finds a sense of belonging that she never really had before, even under Baylan's tutelege. Around 14 ABY, Vah'nya and Shin's reciprocal apprenticeship formally ends, both regarding each other as having completed their training and declaring themselves Jedi.

During the Caamas Document Crisis, the Hand of Thrawn is discovered by Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade. While the sequence of events is mostly unchanged from the original, Vah'nya, Eli and Shin are there as well. Their faith in Thrawn leads them into brief conflict with the Jedi, but they do eventually simmer down and become friendly, joining forces with Luke to help end the Grysk wars once and for all. Shortly afterwards, Vah'nya returns to the Chiss Ascendency, calling for significant reform in the Sky-walker Corps and the chance to train Force-sensitives among her people. While the Patriarchs are hesitant, Admiral Ar'alani vouches for Vah'nya, and she is allowed to establish the Force Knights among the Chiss.

Between her various influences, Vah'nya teaches her students to regard the Force as a tool that should be used to serve the greater good, yet tempered with efficiency and discipline. The Force Knights approach the Force with a warrior's mentality, but instead of gorging themselves on power as a darksider would, they look for clarity and insight, guiding them down the most effective path. They may not be as openly warm as the Jedi, but they still preach compassion and understanding, actively opposing the idea of treating people as mere assets, and by extension listening to the Force's will. In keeping with the in-universe remarks of Chiss adaptions of preexisting technology, the Force Knights support lightsaber combat with shields with phrik casing, combining offense and defense fluidly.

Sadly, Vah'nya does not live to see her order come to maturity. When the Yuuzhan Vong attack, Vah'ny steps up in defense of the galaxy, leading some of her most advanced students to aid the New Republic. Her heroic efforts are brought to an end when she is bested in combat by the Vong commander Nas Choka, but not before she provides enough time for her allies to sabotage numerous Vong warships. Vah'nya becomes one with the Force, leaving behind her three children with Eli and the Force Knights in the safe hands of her students, a legacy that will last for many more years.

credit for my pixels here

[blackkatmagic]

It's just turned monday here and I know I'll forget about it in the morning so... For some reasons (insert furious handwaving) Maul was married off to Jaster to cement an alliance with the Mandalorians. Maul is pissed off but can't afford to be sent back so he's just. Silent and glowering. This is torture for Jaster, who has SO MANY QUESTIONS about the force and can't get a word out of Maul. Jaster learns to echolocate facts about the force by confidently saying things and measuring how wrong they are by how much Maul grinds his teeth. (Maybe he'll hit upon the thing that will make his new husband finally open his mouth and correct him)

Maul is going to make himself a widower in short order.

Murderous, faintly sleep-deprived, entirely fed up with absolutely everything, Maul slouches in his chair, one foot braced on the seat, and glares across the table at his new husband, contemplating whether he can refine his technique enough to actually murder someone with his eyes. Even if he can't, the excess of gold he’s wearing has to be good for something. Jaster won't be able to spout his stupid theories if he’s choking on five kilograms of jewelry.

“Don’t be silly, Arla,” Jaster says, in that particular confident tone that truly drives Maul to the edge of homicide. “Force-users have a long history of translocating themselves across vast distances.” There's a pause, and Maul ignores the dark eyes on him, watchful and amused, and instead contemplates how hard he’d have to throw the delicate curls of gold currently wound around his horns for them to kill a man.

Then, with the conviction of a man who’s never been mauled by a Zabrak for his sheer idiocy, Jaster says, “And besides, everyone knows of their ability to change their shape on a molecular level.”

A vein in Maul's temple probably throbs. He definitelygrinds his teeth, trying desperately to remember that Savage and Feral are both currently under Mother Talzin’s thumb, both sold into their own marriages to bring her power as she plays all sides. Serving the Sith Lord before his untimely demise wasn’t precisely better, but—

At least the safety of his brothers didn’t rest on Maul's ability to tolerate sheer stupidity.

Jaster doesn’t show any signs of recognizing that his lack of intelligence is causing Maul physical pain. He simply sinks back in his chair, swirling his wine in his glass, and smiles at Maul like he’s won something. “No shapeshifting, then?” he asks, amused.

Maul narrows his eyes, tips his head back to look down his nose at Jaster. Thinks, determinedly and a little bit mulishly, of Feral married to the clone army’s Marshal Commander, of Savage wed to a Jedi and forced to play husband to the new Master of the Order. Kit Fisto isn't Obi-Wan Kenobi, but Maul has no faith in a Jedi’s willingness to guard his younger brothers from Talzin. Clearly it falls to Maul to uphold this bargain, at least well enough to establish a safe place for Savage and Feral to flee to when they’re inevitably betrayed.

“Still no words for me, husband?” Jaster asks, still smiling. Maul might think him attractive if he weren’t so frustrating. “You were willing to exchange words at the wedding, but I've rarely been blessed with your opinions since.”

“Jaster,” Arla says, rolling her eyes from further down the table. Deliberately, like she’s making a point, she reaches out, tips more wine out of the pitcher and into her cup, and then downs it. “Please. Some of us are trying to eat here.”

“I'm hardly stopping you,” Jaster protests, entirely innocent. Maul twists one of the rings on his fingers and contemplates how much force he’d need to embed it in the wall above Jaster's head, as a warning. “I was just saying, Maul can finally confirm what I've known for years, which is that as the Force is the manifestation of a vast creature of entropy—”

Maul is going to break a tooth, he’s grinding them so hard. He digs his fingers into the arm of his chair, the black cloth of his formal wear, and fixes the image of Feral in that last moment before parting in his mind. Feral, thin and weak from punishment at the Nightsisters’ hands, being tradedto Commander Cody, passed into the ranks of the vast army made with stolen DNA and set against the Republic. Feral will suffer if Maul breaks this alliance. Talzin made that very clear, and Maul has little enough family as it is. He isn't about to lose his brothers. Not for this.

Jango, slumped down on Arla's other side and looking as though he greatly regrets agreeing to this dinner, groans and buries his face in his hands. “Old man, if you can't even flirt normally—”

“It’s not flirting, it’s science,” Jaster says. “I have a theory. Maul, would you care to help me prove it right?”

Since Maul would much rather attempt to drown Jaster in his soup, he bites his tongue and glares.

Jaster beams. “The Force,” he says, and Maul braces for impact, “is the expression of a vast hive mind beyond the known galaxy—”

It’s worse than Maul thought. He’s going to physically implode if he has to listen to this for one second longer—

“The Force,” Jaster says again, still watching Maul, “is an energy field created by living things.”

Not quite correct, but certainly more so than hive minds, and Maul only rolls his eyes a little. “If you're quite done,” he says darkly, because he knows what Jaster is doing, but that doesn’t exactly make it easier to bear.

Jaster chuckles, leaning across the table to pour Maul more wine. “For now,” he promises. “Though if you're open to a debate on the origins of the Jedi as a cohesive order—ow!”

One of the small, bright red fruits pegs Jaster squarely in the side of the head and bounces off. Not, surprisingly, thrown by Maul, and he blinks, casting a look sideways down the table, to where Jaster's majordomo is veryinterested in the last few spoonfuls of liquid remaining in his bowl. There is, notably, a bowl of the fruits right in front of him.

“Treachery,” Jaster complains, straightening with an offended expression. “Jango—”

“If it had been me, I would have thrown my whole plate at you,” Jango says, raising his hands. “Blame Arla.”

“If it had been me, it would have been a knife,” Arla says, clearly already a little tipsy, and single-mindedly trying to get herself right to drunk.

Well. Maul can appreciate the assistance of an ally, when the circumstances are right. He opens his mouth to take credit—

“Did you know,” Jaster says, perfectly certain, “that each lightsaber’s color represents the phase of the moon under which it was mined, and the resonance of them—”

Maul is going to murder him, delicate political alliances be damned. Feral will understand. With a low growl, he shoves himself up, lunges across the table, and grabs Jaster by the collar of his shirt, hauling them in until they're eye to eye.

“You,” he bites out, “are the most imbecilic manI have ever had the vast misfortune to meet. That is not how lightsabers work.”

“Oh?” Jaster asks with interest, leaning in even as Maul's eyes narrow. He smirks, his hand curling over Maul's, lacing their fingers, and then he deliberately, like a dare, raises Maul's hand to his lips. “Tell me more?”

Maul picks up his soup bowl and coolly upends it over his head. Truly, such a request deserves no other possible response.

[On AO3]

[jasontoddiefor]

Anyway one of the reasons I’m so mad about Order 66 is the fact that a happy ending would have meant that Clone Culture and Jedi Culture would mix because they basically adopted each other and it would have been beautiful

Jedi are peacekeepers and they are more than happy to return to their role but war still haunts them and leaves its marks. Many are happy to get rid of their armor, others not so much

Padawans who survived and grow into Knights who keep parts of their armor, painted in the color of their battalion

New Padawans who pick up an armor and paint it in colors meaningful to them after their first mission! Imagine excited kids coming back going “Look! My armor has its first scratch!!!” And a clone being so happy for this tiny Shinie

Which also: Language. Okay. So much slang becoming casual in the temple but also Mando’a. Shinie and Padawan becoming pretty synonymous after a few years.

And like, going on missions without clones just feels kinda weird at this point. And they just attach themselves to their Jedi for missions because sure, we’re not fighting A War™️ anymore but Skywalker and Kenobi are still Skywalker-and-Kenobi and We Know Better

Also Force-sensitive clones because canon robbed us of that. Which starts the whole age debate. And then somebody (Anakin who is busy being a Dad and also a Master bc he deserved it after defeating Sidious) goes “I mean. The oldest are actually only 15 and also we should listen to the Force”

And the Council is already so tired, Skywalker has been taking his adorable super strong kids to meetings basically everyday, Plo Koon legally adopted the Wolfpack as soon as Clones were recognized as citizens of the Republic (he had the adoption papers on his person so he could make use of them ASAP) might as well change the code

So Clone Padawans!!! And later Knights!!!! And they’re so proud of it.

On the other hand, a lot of clones adapt Jedi practices! Learn their code to make it through the memories of war because bred soldier or not - it leaves scars

They meditate! Some of them might even actually kinda know how to handle a lightsaber because their Jedi keep losing theirs

They first get Jedi tunics because that’s just what they have at the temple and when you need to supply a lot is people with casual clothes, that’s a good start. Some clones branch out, others don’t. They’re comfortable and the whole cape/robe drop is badass

Tattoos! Not really a thing for the Jedi as a culture before, but they become more and more popular so that Masters legit have to make sure their underaged Padawans won’t get any.

Sharing last names! Like, objectively, them optioning for going by “Fett” is funny for so many reasons, most of them related to Boba having to sit through various “No, not that Fett” talks but also! Jedi offering up their last names! Plo already adopted his batch but I bet Cody introduces himself as “Kenobi” and Obi-Wan doesn’t even blink like “It suits you, Commander”.

Also Ahsoka and Rex coming home because we deserve that and Ahsoka and Anakin nearly throwing hands about Who Gets To Give Rex Their Last Name. (RIP to them because Padmé was quicker and Rex Amidala sounds ten times as cool)

Tiny younglings!!! Being so honored when they can share a name with a Clone. Imagine a small little Twi’lek Initiate being HYPED when a Commander accepts her name. A hero! Thinking you’re very brave!

The Senate maybe goes “but the clones don’t belong to you-“ at the start but are shut up very quickly.

Just give me the Clones and Jedi in the aftermath of the war living together peacefully.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

THE BOX IS NABOO

That’s it, I’m doing it, I’m writing that stupid meta I’ve had in the works for two and a half years, I’m sharing it with the world. I promised it for last Thursday, my poll was forever ago, but whatever! I’m writing that freaking thing.

(super duper long post, press j to skip)

Enter my rabbit hole.

First thing to establish: the Box makes no sense whatsoever in-universe.

((EDIT: Something I forgot to mention. IRL, the premise of a giant murder cube and the aesthetic - wall patterns, light designs, etc - of the episode come from the 1997 horror movie Cube, (see the episode’s wookieepedia page). However, while the two are very closely linked visually, the Box does not follow the movie structurally or narratively, as you can verify by simply reading the movie’s summary.))

Recap of the context for the "Box" episode (s4e17): Palpatine is planning his own kidnapping. It was never meant to succeed, and while the plan would obviously benefit him (making the Jedi look bad, pushing Anakin closer to the Dark Side, making Republic citizens more afraid -> more docile, etc...) his actual goal is never explained, and it’s weird that he’d go to such extreme lengths for results so minimal that we’re never told what they are.

So Palpatine asks Dooku to kidnap him at the Festival of Lights on Naboo. Dooku hires Moralo Eval to design a giant box-thingy to test bounty hunters to hire the best of them to kidnap Palpatine. Moralo then gets arrested to alert the Republic that something is afoot, and hires Cad Bane to break him out. Obi-Wan - undercover to learn Moralo’s plan - goes with them. They evade capture and go to Serenno, and Bane and Obi-Wan have to pass the box-thingy test. The level of brainkarked logic here... Truly on par with Megamind, Gru and Heinz Doofenshmirtz.

Setting aside the insane plot holes and utterly nonsensical behavior of the villains, the Box itself is moronic from a plot perspective. It’s insanely complex, obviously incredibly expensive and would have taken months (more like years but it’s a short war) to make when it’s not even needed for the dastardly plot! Just hire some guys who have already proven themselves against Jedi! Throw cash at Bane and Embo and a few others! Maybe attack them with your saber and see how they do! 

And after all that, Dooku still ends up trying to kidnap Palpatine on his own. I can’t even... 

So why does the Box exist? Well, apart from being a nerdy callback to Cube, giving us a good thrill and being generally awesome to look at, it has actual narrative purpose within the SW universe.

The box is Naboo.

What the Box lacks in plot relevance, it makes up for with its heavily symbolic meaning. It very closely follows Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s experiences on Naboo - but only certain parts, which I’ll explain later.

We start with clean, sterile environments, SW’s favored way of showing villainy.

Then we have the protagonists locked in a room as dioxis, a poison gas, pours in.

And then they escape... this way.

(Okay, here the shaft is down, not up. And it’s not a ventilation shaft per say, it’s the designed escape route. Same difference).

We then skip most of TPM (namely, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon discovering the droid army, finding Padmé, leaving Naboo, landing on Tatooine, going to Coruscant, etc, etc) to come back to Naboo and go directly to the lightsabers and catwalks.

(Note: in both scenes, Obi-Wan has to propel himself from a catwalk.)

In TPM and TCW, the catwalks are immediately followed by ray shields

And we finally end with the last scenes. Now, they don’t look the same but they are structurally identical. 

Obi-Wan is faced with a challenge unsuited for his abilities (facing Darth Maul // shooting three moving targets when he’s far more skilled with a blade than a blaster) on a narrow space above a melting pit/pit of fire. 

He first watches someone die failing to complete the task...

 ... and has to do it himself, faring much better than expected (holding his own against Maul // shooting all the targets easily). 

He then almost falls to his death and gets saved unexpectedly.

And then there’s the final showdown.

In both scenes, Obi-Wan is angry. And in TCW Dooku eggs him on, banking on his anger. (More on that later.) In both cases though, he centers himself and is able to overcome both his opponent and his own unbalance. But in TCW, he doesn’t go for the kill, because he doesn’t need to. 

The Box, as a literal character-explorator ex-machina, thus shows us Obi-Wan’s growth.  

In TPM, Obi-Wan follows Qui-Gon’s lead. In TCW, he is the leader. He identifies the gas, makes the plans. He doesn’t fall from catwalks anymore - he runs atop moving ones. He doesn’t stay stuck behind ray-shields, he finds the solution. (Btw, how did Moralo know what blood type Derrown the Exterminator was? There was a 50% chance of him dying - thus killing all of the bounty hunters. Was that an acceptable outcome? TCW I need answers!) He doesn’t slay his foes, because he’s become powerful enough, skilled enough and wise enough to survive (and win) without needing to kill.

He’s grown - and, even more interestingly, he’s also stayed the same. In the previous episodes, we see some of the dark aspects of Obi-Wan. How he - like all Force-wielders, all people - could lose himself if he stopped maintaining absolute control.

But in the Box, surrounded by the worst criminals of the Galaxy, the most ruthless, worthless people, he’s still kind and tries his best to keep them alive.

The Box is a reminder and a reassurance for the audience that Obi-Wan Kenobi is still there under Rako’s face. He hasn’t lost his compassion, his restrain. He’s still a Jedi. And he’s an awesome, badass one. 

And now, for what it tells us about Dooku! 

It’s much shorter, don’t worry. Basically, Dooku considers that the best way to pick “the best of the best” of the deadliest people in the Galaxy is making them go through what killed his Padawan. There, I’ve broken your hearts, you’re welcome. 

More seriously, Dooku is a manipulative ass. It’s pretty clear that he knows Rako is Obi-Wan, or at the very least suspects it. 

He has an interesting reaction upon learning Rako’s identity, he keeps praising him despite his usual distaste for low-lifes, he smirks secretively after Eval says “I’ll show you who’s weak” (not included there because it’s a close-up of Dooku’s lips and no one wants to see that) and he tells Rako he’s very disappointed when he doesn’t finish off Eval.

[Later]

(Look at this smug asshole - I can’t. YOUR GRANDSON IS THE BEST, WE KNOW, STOP ACTIVELY RUINING HIS LIFE ALREADY.)

(Dooku... why...)

Now obviously Dooku couldn’t have made the Box specifically for Obi-Wan, because it would have to have been designed months before the Council ever decided to send Obi-Wan undercover, but he has no qualms trying to use it to push Obi-Wan to the Dark Side. Ffs Dooku, making your spiritual grandson relive one of the most traumatic events of his life on the off chance that he’ll join you (and desecrate his Master’s memory in doing so) is not okay!

Final tidbits of analysis: I mentioned that not all of TPM is mirrored in the Box. What’s omitted is the droids (even though Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon fight B1′s and droidekas between the dioxis and the ventilation shafts) and anything pertaining to Sidious (all the political stuff on Coruscant). You’ll also note that the fake lightsabers are orange.

=> The Box distances itself from anything that connects Dooku to Naboo. Red lightsabers are the trademark of the Sith, so they’re not used. The bounty hunters will be facing Jedi, so logically the fake sabers should be green or blue - and yet they’re orange, the color closest to red without being red. It fits with Dooku’s special brand of dishonesty - he always tells bits of the real story but twists them just enough to absolve himself of any fault and to justify his choices. 

(”We can destroy the Sith” -> could maybe destroy Sidious with Obi-Wan, but fails to mention he’s a Sith Lord himself; “the Viceroy came to me for help, that’s why I’m attacking the Republic” -> political idealism is a small part of it, but fails to mention he’s Sidious’ underling and is playing the Viceroy like a fiddle; “Qui-Gon would have joined me” -> maybe, still fails to mention he’s working for the man who ordered Qui-Gon’s death; “I told you everything you needed to know” -> debatable, never said that Palps was Sidious; “Sifo-Dyas understood, that’s why he helped me” -> partly true, doesn’t admit to killing Sifo-Dyas right after getting his help)

So we have a twisted version of Naboo, droid-free (as droids are now irrevocably associated with Dooku, even if that wasn’t the case in TPM) and with sabers that aren’t quite red. Keep in mind that Dooku had already fallen by TPM. (We know this because he killed Sifo-Dyas and created the Clone Army - part of Sidious’ plan - when Valorum was still Chancellor, as per the episode The Lost One.) That means Dooku was (in)directly complicit in Qui-Gon’s death. And the Box doesn’t (=refuses to?) acknowledge that. 

(Also omitted in the Box are the Gungans and Tatooine. It makes sense, because Dooku probably wouldn’t have the full details regarding those parts of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan’s missio as they weren’t as public, and would see them as irrelevant if he did. He utterly despises Anakin, and Gungans are the type of people he always dismisses out of hand). 

Anyway, that’s my two cents about the Box. To quote Lucas...

“It’s like poetry. It rhymes.”

Thanks to @lethebantroubadour @impossiblybluebox​ @nonbinarywithaknife @ytoz​ and @kaitie85386​ for voting for this one. Next up is a compilation of the Jedi being casually tactile with each other (because they’re a warm and affectionate culture, dammit).

Also thanks to @laciefuyu​ for giving me gifs I ended up not using ^^; you rock anyway!

[intermundia]

i've been debating this in my head for years and i'm still not sure which side i land on. some people argue that obi-wan leaves anakin alive on mustafar because he can't bear to actually strike the killing blow against someone he loves so much who has become so unredeemably wicked. others argue that obi-wan leaves anakin alive on mustafar, burning and suffering, as an act of anger and revenge.

My gut instinct is that it is the former, but let's dig into the Legends and Canon sources and see what they have to say. Moving from least canonical to most canonical:

The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi by Ryder Windham:

"You were the Chosen One!" Obi-Wan shouted. Anakin retained his prosthetic right arm, and as he struggled to pull himself away from the lava, his eyes continued to blaze with fury at Obi-Wan. "It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them!" Obi-Wan continued. "Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" Unable to look at his former apprentice, he turned away. He spied Anakin's fallen lightsaber, and bent down to pick it up before he turned to look at Anakin again. "I hate you!" Anakin roared. Obi-Wan stood in silence, stunned as he faced the seething, ruined remains of Anakin. "You were my brother, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, "I loved you." Anakin's clothes caught fire, and he screamed as he was suddenly engulfed in flames. For a moment, Obi-Wan hesitated. He's gone, Obi-Wan thought. Anakin is gone. Obi-Wan finally turned away. Anakin kept screaming.

Revenge of the Sith by Patricia C. Wrede (Junior Novel):

Anakin — no, Obi-Wan reminded himself, not Anakin. Darth Vader. Darth Vader scrabbled at the sand with his metal arm, trying to pull himself away from the lava river. Obi-Wan looked down on his maimed body, and at last felt tears sting his eyes. "You were the Chosen One," he said, not to Darth Vader, but to his dead friend Anakin, the man whose spirit Darth Vader had murdered. "You were supposed to destroy the Sith, not join them. You were supposed to bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness." He swallowed hard. He couldn't see the body through his tears; he could barely make out the shine of Anakin's lightsaber on the ground at his feet. "I hate you!" Vader screamed. As Obi-Wan bent and picked up Anakin's fallen lightsaber, Darth Vader slipped too close to the lava, and his clothes caught fire. In an instant, the flames engulfed him, and he screamed. Obi-Wan stared in horror, unable to make himself move. But as the flames began to die, he murmured his response to Darth Vader's final cry of anger and hate: "You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you." The screams died, and the flames. Dashing tears from his eyes, Obi-Wan turned away — and saw the shuttle coming in to land. Whoever it was, Obi-Wan didn't want to meet him. He ran back to Padmé's skiff. C-3PO and R2-D2 had already taken Padmé on board, and he was glad. All he wanted now was to get away from this place. Later... later he might be able to think about what would come next.

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover:

Anakin dropped his lightsaber, clawing at the edge of the cliff with his mechanical hand, but his grip was too powerful for the lava bank and it crumbled, and he slid down onto the black sand. His severed legs and his severed arm rolled into the lava below him and burned to ash in sudden bursts of scarlet flame. The same color, Obi-Wan observed distantly, as a Sith blade. Anakin scrabbled at the soft black sand, but struggling only made him slip farther. The sand itself was hot enough that digging his durasteel fingers into it burned off his glove, and his robes began to smolder. Obi-Wan picked up Anakin's lightsaber. He lifted his own as well, weighing both in his hands. Anakin had based his design upon Obi-Wan's. So similar they were. So differently they had been used. "Obi-Wan...?" He looked down. Flame licked at the fringes of Anakin's robe, and his long hair had blackened, and was beginning to char. "You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them. It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness. You were my brother, Anakin," said Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I loved you, but I could not save you." A flash of metal through the sky, and Obi-Wan felt the darkness closing in around them both. He knew that ship: the Chancellor's shuttle. Now, he supposed, the Emperor's shuttle. Yoda had failed. He might have died. He might have left Obi-Wan alone: the last Jedi. Below his feet, Darth Vader burst into flame. "I hate you," he screamed. Obi-Wan looked down. It would be a mercy to kill him. He was not feeling merciful. He was feeling calm, and clear, and he knew that to climb down to that black beach might cost him more time than he had. Another Sith Lord approached. In the end, there was only one choice. It was a choice he had made many years before, when he had passed his trials of Jedi Knighthood, and sworn himself to the Jedi forever. In the end, he was still Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he was still a Jedi, and he would not murder a helpless man. He would leave it up to the will of the Force. He turned and walked away. After a moment, he began to run. He began to run because he realized, if he was fast enough, there was one thing he still could do for Anakin. He still could do honor to the memory of the man he had loved, and to the vanished Order they both had served. At the landing deck, C-3PO stood on the skiff's landing ramp, waving frantically. "Master Kenobi! Please hurry!" "Where's Padmé?" "Already inside, sir, but she is badly hurt." Obi-Wan ran up the ramp to the skiff's cockpit and fired the engines. As the Chancellor's shuttle curved in toward the landing deck, the sleep mirror-finished skiff streaked for the stars. Obi-Wan never looked back.

None of these reflect any sort of active desire for revenge, but rather more a passive form of allowing the consequences of Vader's actions play out. He is unable to make himself move to act, and withdraws. To grant Vader mercy, to grant him death, is an action that he cannot take.

This is arguably very cruel, but it is in character for him in terms of letting go. His focus immediately pivots to escaping the Emperor and saving Padmé. Anakin is already dead to him, in a way. I think those that want him to be angry and revengeful are kind of projecting onto his character, rather than seeing him for who he really is.

I think Ewan's performance of this moment is telling. Does that look like a face of anger and revenge, or unimaginable grief?

He loves him, and he won’t kill him. He can’t. That’s my read on it.

[rodneymckays]

stargate episodes that should have been, part 63: operation don’t let teal’c and jonas know santa isn’t real. overnight, the entire base’s halls are decked on general hammond’s orders. sg-3 (on colonel reynolds’s first mission as leader of sg-3) bring in a huge tree through the gate from p3x-whatever and set it up in the gate room. siler is in charge of decorating it, somehow gets tangled in the lights, and the rest of the gate room staff debate letting him stay there to be the star on top of the tree before finally getting him down. the kitchen staff are frantically baking and decorating cookies. jack called in a favor from santa thor (it’s thor wearing a fake beard) to beam in a ton of asgard presents for every single person on-base. some of them are good (sam’s cool tech thing) and some of them are…. not so good (walter’s stick. it’s a stick. that probably has some secret asgard-y function he has not discovered. he can’t even use it to hit people because he would only ever hit whoever’s in charge of the base and that’s Not Allowed). through all this, walter is blaring christmas carols through the base intercom (that can be turned off if one does not wish to hear christmas carols, because he is considerate, but also please do not turn off dj walter). these carols interrupt teal’c’s kelno’reem, causing him to go into the hall to investigate. he sees what appears to be an elf hanging decorations on the walls, raises an eyebrow, and goes back to his quarters. he leaves the christmas carols on. (camera zoom on the “elf” once teal’c leaves the scene. it’s major davis.) jonas sleeps through the whole ordeal, because jack requested dr frasier give him something to make him sleep on christmas eve otherwise he DEFINITELY would’ve been up all night trying to catch santa. in the morning, jonas gets to be so happy that santa brought him a good present (an asgard weather-predicting device) and that the team got him a good present too (a book on 100 must-see locations on earth, that jack definitely didn’t have santa thor beam out of a bookstore without paying for it). teal’c also got a good santa present (a working lightsaber, color customizable) but jack just gave him some money and told him to buy himself whatever video game he wanted. (teal’c buys star wars: jedi knight ii: jedi outcast, which i still need to get on the switch.) it’s a very nice christmas and they have good food for dinner and no goa’uld attack the planet today. there’s a mysterious breeze in the cafeteria during dinner that may or may not be ghost daniel. at the end of the episode we cut to general hammond, having dinner at home with his grandchildren.

OPERATION PROTECT THEIR INNOCENCE & SENSE OF CHILDLIKE WONDER 😤✊

here's hoping there are no alien creatures in colonel reynold's tree (especially if siler is stuck in it alsdfkjhasdf)

anyone who would choose to mute walter's dulcet tones is Wrong. they let him call out chevrons for a reason, people.

and u raise an excellent point; why are all of our favourite air force peeps ears like that? are they more aerodynamic, i-

JONAS' FIRST CHRISTMAS?? and they spoil him with a weather related present <33 his favourite!!! they know him so well 🥺 of course jack doesn't actually pay for his present aldfash

im picturing the camera doing a little zoom out of hammond's window, panning away from him doting on his grandchildren to the sound of gauraldi's christmas time is here and i'm crying 🥺

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Okay, I've been obsessing about the star wars AU again so have some lightsaber colors hradcanons. So if you didn't know, the colors of the lightsabers have like, a masskve amout of meaning depending on what you consider canon and what not. But I like it and so I've decided that this AU needs some more star wars lore:

Dream used to have a blue lighsaber when he was a padawan. As much as I want to give him a green one, most duelists and more fight-oriented Jedi had blue lighsabers and it just fits him better. During his time with the crimson and after his Fall, he wields the traditional red blade of the Sith, no question (Bonus points if the Crimson made him destroy his old saber). After he gets out, he still continues to use the old blade because he has no alternative at the moment, until Eret takes him and Tubbo on a trip through the entire galaxy to find some fitting crystals for them. Dream finally settles on a purple crytal. Purple is the mixture of red and blue and so represents being between light and dark which is where Dream will stay for the rest of his life. It's also especially fitting considering his former two sabers.

Tubbo had a green lightsaber as a padawan (more spiritually inclined Jedi, like Yoda for example, generally use green lightsabers) but he threw it away after getting separated from Eret. If he was found, he didn't want to be instantly recognized as a Jedi. With the Mandalorians, he din't really need one, so he never bothered to replace it until Eret takes him on their trip. Afterwards, I have two options: I really like a white saber for Tubbo because white represrnts neutrality, so not being associated with either the Jedi or the Sith which would fit Tubbo really well, but also consider: a black lightsaber. Because the first (and possibly only) black lightsaber was built by the first Mandalorian Jedi so the symbolism would be delicious.

Eret I surprisingly enough had the hardest time choosing. I think they wielded a green lightsaber during their padawan time too ljke Tubbo, but theird was probably destroyed during their flight where Eret frantically tried to protect the younglings and young padawans they had woth them. Like Tubbo, they never replaced their lightsaber but they did take a red one from one of the inquisitors sent after them so they'd have one if they ever got in trouble. I did debate white for Eret too after finding fitting crystals, but in the end I settled on yellow. Yellow is the color of the Jedi Sentinels, one of the three jedi groups that the order used to be split into thousamds od years ago. The Jedi Sentinels prefer a balance between the other two groups who concentrated on fighting skills and study respectively and also valued skills outside of the Jedi life. They were frequently found outside of the temple and were also the stealthiest and most like assassins of the three parties. It just felt like it would fit rebel!Eret who was the only one who survived that long, both alone and without falling to the dark side, the best.

-V

Good colors OP. Good colors. All of these make sense and man. The symbolism and meaning behind them is great.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Also I’m a fan of lightside Maul. He seems fun. Got anymore thoughts on him?

Just a series of rambles, but here we go!

Maul is strangely one of the more disciplined students as a youngling, by comparison Obi Wan and Jayna were down right destructive

He takes to instruction well, and while he does have deep passion, with the right Master he’s able to control it and find balance in the force

It also means his control at times balances on the edge of a knife, which he is always aware of

I’ve seen his lightsaber color range from person to person, but I do like the idea of him being a Sentinel; he may find balance, but he needs to be out in the galaxy rather than sit and meditate for hours on end; so yellow it is (check out @scuttlebuttin amazing are on the subject, seriously)

Also, I’m going with the idea that his tattoos are because he’s a Nightbrother and are NOT Sith tattoos, so Maul still has his ink

He’s gotten to his share of trouble between Obi Wan and Jayna as a padawan, and plenty on his own, even as a Master

He doesn’t crave a Padawan just yet, particularly with The Clone Wars raging, the idea of having to look after a child on top of the clones under his command is a daunting task, one he does not envy for any Master

Not to mention as a Sentinel, even before The Clone Wars he rarely found himself in the Temple to begin with

I’m thinking if Maul was claimed by the Jedi before Palpatine got to him, then chances are he would take Savage as his student; so, that could be some pain later

I’m also debating about what he’s doing during The Clone Wars

On the one hand, all the Jedi are given clones to command, on the other hand as a Sentinel he could be tasks with spying on the Separatists

OR, go with @scuttlebuttin‘s idea and have him in charge of the Bad Batch as something in between

And on top of all of this, he has to deal with Jayna walking back into his life after she left the Order only a decade prior

He may not be cut in half in this version, but Jedi!Maul does have his own issues to deal with

[newswcanonprompts]

prompt #37 - Jedi are like Magpies and love their clones

sorry we haven’t posted in forever! to make up for it, i’m posting one of our longest and detailed prompts (maybe even the longest)- this came from a LONG discussion a few weeks back, and it was a lot of fun. this idea morphed a ton, and it became this huge thing. this is personally my favorite one, so hope you enjoy!

Jedi collect trinkets and wear them!!! Hand them to others as a very important gift

The Clones dont really get it, but they are happy

The jedi make them things like jewelry, keychains, little beaded things, colored strings, they’ll give them feathers, you name it 

Its another way to show that they are individuals, and that the jedi know them specifically 

The veteran clones have long keychain type things and the shiny clones want them very much and it’s something they look forward to 

The padawans hand the commanders things and being sad when the CC’s tell them they can’t take them into battle 

Krell gets found out earlier.

“Okay, look, i know krell is… well, he is *something* and i don’t want to accuse a master of the order but have you looked at his men?! where the hell are their keychains?!”

The padawans stage a protest at the senate because how else are they going to make sure that their troops know they are loved and get their trinkets 

This idea can get angsty really quickly (finding trinkets after battles, in ship crashes, or post-order 66), but we won’t do that because of how angsty this server already is, we need some fluff sometimes

Palaptine can commit self delete 

Clones will paint armor for padawans cause that is how they show honor and stuff 

The clones, upon figuring out what they mean, give their jedi trinkets also

Mirialan padawan holding armor they got: “ITS GREEN LIKE ME!” 

There are little figurines, some painted rocks, some little shiny things found on the battlefield

The clones who aren’t as good with their hands singing songs or telling stories

The jedi record them and keep them on little datachips that they keep on them at all times

Barriss doesn’t go bad because this is happy time

The jedi padawans start a riot / protest outside the senate building because some clones got their trinkets taken away by asshole civilians because they’re “not human”, just copies

The (now very pissed off) jedi sprung into action

If a snooty senator(s) takes away a clone’s trinket, the jedi just sit back and grind to a halt. Because if the clones, the PEOPLE WHO PROTECT THE REPUBLIC, are gonna get treated like that, the war can wait 

The jedi knights and masters just meditate wherever the padawans are protesting

This is done to ‘keep the peace’

If anakin hears a snooty senator degrade the clones, he starts ranting and shouting about their individuality and accomplishments, while pointing at each trinket.

Someone live streams this

Luminara joins in (barriss is right behind) 

Aayla too 

Luminara, anakin, aayla, tag teamed shouted speech 

Ahsoka and barriss are being held back by the CC’s (ahsoka is making some very crude hand gestures and barriss is like “i can name every bone in your body as i break it” - cause barriss has all that healer knowledge) 

Once these three are done, mace windu comes along with the council. They think mace is going to scold the three of them until mace starts shouting at the senators too. The council just lets mace do all the talking. 

This is the most watched live stream this year. It’s very funny and starts a ton of memes (obi wans face, yoda meditating, the look of “oh shit” on the original snooty senator’s face, the look of surprise on everyone when mace starts shouting too - there is also a gif made of the council looking at the situation, looking at themselves (mostly mace) and then they all step back to let mace do the talking, the clones faces when they see that three jedi and then the jedi high council are defending them)

Mace, rolling up his sleeves: “okay let’s do this” 

The senators: backing away in fear 

Obi wan might commit a war crime right now because no way people can talk about his troops like that

Obi wan: “am i allowed to kill a senator?”

Cody: “General, do not-”

This whole thing leads to a massive debate and overwhelmingly good PR for the jedi and clones

Shady sheev doesn’t like that. Good PR for the jedi? No thank you. But since this is a fixit he gets his ass kicked later on so everything’s fine (skeevy sheev has to scramble to try to fix his plans though) 

All the padawans from that one lightsaber episode (the one on ilum where the younglings got their kyber crystals) are there and SHIT’S GOING DOWN

Petro in particular is very close to kicking someone’s ass 

Caleb dume is there also.

“Master depa said we should never raise our blades in revenge or anger. But this is not revenge.” this is war, this is justice, this is defense of a defenseless group 

Padme also joins in all of this (but much more calmly)

She also might make some passive aggressive comments about the snooty senators trash outfit 

She and all her senator friends are gonna blacklist the original culprit 

Padme and bail organa (they also got help from many jedi) put in the clone rights bill the next day

In the halls outside the debate chamber, padme threatens to gut people with her hair pins if they don’t vote in her favor

sure, it’s *technically* extortion, but come on, who’s gonna stop her? those pins are pointy y’all

Anakin tried to help draft / present the bill but he spent most of his time ranting about the injustices the clones have to face (leia had to get it from someone)

Anakin, out of breath: “AND ALL YOU SENATORS JUST SIT HERE, DOING NOTHING, WHEN THEY’RE OUT THERE DYING FOR YOU-” 

Padme: “okay ani i got this, drink some water please” 

Ahsoka also jumps in 

Plo, who’s watching the debate: “little ‘soka, please don’t hurt anyone” (but he’s not about to stop her, after all these are his sons we’re talking about) 

If someone said “well they’re not slaves?” anakin would go OFF. if you thought he was angry before… you got another thing coming.

“I AM A FREED SLAVE! I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE! THESE MEN HAVE LESS RIGHTS THAN I DID AS A SLAVE!” 

If the public doesn’t know about his childhood before, they do now

Imagine the shock 

Padme: “Ani, deep breaths, it’s gonna be okay.” 

Also padme, to the other senators: “well i mean he’s not wrong you assholes”

Padme is also making very well timed comments and suggestions. It’s the most successful day she’s had since she became senator

She’s also revealing all the senators’ dirty secrets

Padme: “oh, senator so-and-so, i released all your finances and your voting history on the holonet. I’m sure your supporters will love that you’re embezzling funds. Oh, you lost your support? Tragic.” 

The jedi also have dirt on everyone and they just casually let everything slip like they weren’t secrets 

Shady sheev Palpacreep is in his little podium thing during the debate, and he is very pissed, because his plan is getting ruined, but he can’t let it show or else people will discover the truth about him

Anakin: “isn’t it great that we’re finally doing something about it?” 

Sheev, pained: “Of course-” 

This whole debate is still live streamed - and it’s very popular

The senate who made the original comment and started all of this is #cancelled 

This is the greatest thing the galaxy has ever seen / watched because drama 

If a jedi dies, and they aren’t brought back to the temple, they are burned with the other dead on the battlefield. Young padawans take their master’s trinkets in remembrance, wanting to follow their path and have tangible proof that the master passed into the force but that they left their mark in the world

You do not burn the trinkets. Krell tried once. It almost started a jedi civil war (maybe that’s how he gets found out) 

Or maybe krell was found out because he gives zero trinkets to his men, and everyone caught on and were like “hey wtf man” 

But if you wanna make it angsty ( cough cough umbara ) then krell tells the 501st to remove / burn / throw out their trinkets or he’d do it for them 

He gives them an example by slicing a very special one that anakin and ahsoka both gave to rex 

Krell also slices one of dogma’s. It was the only one dogma had because  he was newish to the battalion at the time and wasn’t sure if accepting the trinkets was against regs or not. Krell slashes it and dogma doesn’t say anything but there were tears in his eyes 

All the jedi who find out what happened replace all the trinkets so fast. They also give krell’s men a shit ton of presents.

Krell’s men have no idea what to do with them, but they are so touched a few shed tears when they get them 

The clones get small tattoos of patterns that the little padawans drew for the men

The tattoos are small because some of them *might* just be random squiggles but the padawans looked so happy the clones just had to get them tattooed

Anakin orders japor wood with padme's bank account to make snippets for the clones because it’s not only a jedi thing, it’s from anakin's homeworld - and that’s like the highest praise you can get from him

The clones might not know exactly what it means but they know its super special 

Padme figures out a way to buy japor wood in bulk. Anakin is very touched by this 

When snooty senators start badmouthing clones, yoda just sits there and meditates to drive the senators nuts

“Sitting, i am, because stand you bitches, i cannot” 

Padme gets many trinkets from the 501st because they all *know* about her and anakin

Any trinkets that she gets she likes to incorporate into her outfits (like the warrior fashionista that she is) 

She embroiders some of them into her dresses and hairpieces 

They both get a TON of trinkets when the twins are born

Padme also gives trinkets to the 501st, some of the 212th, and all of the coruscant guard. Especially fox cause she sees all the work he does and the senators he has to deal with 

She’s besties with the coruscant guard. Like yeah, she knows the 501st and they know about her and anakin (and she’s one of them because of it) but the guard is who she’s always with

She probably wore red on debate day to represent them

[ironhoshi]

Seeking Stars

I present a one-shot Kesett story, my gift to @legendaryjarcollection. Story below the cut~!

Posted to ao3 as well.

”That’s ten for me. You are falling behind,” Cal said with that annoying little smirk of his. That smirk always made Boba go crazy. Cal spun his lightsaber in his hand for good measure while a droid crumbled to the ground in smoldering pieces at his feet. Show off. Boba made a rude face at him underneath his helmet, torn between wanting to hit the di'kut and wanting to frip him senseless.

“Who’s that?” Din pointed at the faded and worn picture that was encased between two sheets of transparisteel. Boba glanced up from his datapad and frowned. Who had let the Mand’alor into his office? He had called for Mando to visit, but he hadn’t expected him to show up so soon. He was still working at dismantling a slavery ring in his new kingdom. Becoming the head honcho was easy enough, it was the behind the scenes stuff that wasn’t so easy. He had the experience, lots of it, but he also had the uphill battle of fighting the inflated rumors of his demise.

“Me,” he said in the best dismissive voice he could muster up. The picture in question was hanging on the wall so he could see it from where he sat at his desk. Fennec had teased him for exactly a minute, right up until she realized it was extremely important to him.

“No, I mean next to you in the picture.” Din could be such a literal di’kut sometimes.

Boba frowned deeply, scars pulling and puckering parts of his face as he debated answering that question. That had been so long ago, back when the Empire was still growing in power. He knew that picture well and had praised the spirits when he found it tucked safely away beneath the flooring of his ship. That picture was one of the few things he had to remind him that it hadn’t been some dream created by his mind to deal with the horrors of the galaxy. No, he had lived a different life once and that picture was the proof.

In the image frozen in time a much younger version of him stood with a scowl on his face, bucket under his arm. On his other side was a red-haired teenager, a little younger than him, grinning like a lunatic. They both bore smudges of dirt and ash and disheveled hair. The boy had an elbow resting on Boba’s shoulder and was leaning against him. In the hand of that arm was clutched a lightsaber, powered down, dangling just slightly over where his heart was. The other hand? Well, that was throwing up a universal symbol for victory. They both wore ponchos, though Boba’s matched his armor. The other one's? Some faded material that had a freedom fighter symbol on the back. One couldn’t see it in the picture, but Boba remembered.

That jetii had fought against the Empire so hard and had really helped inspire hope. Boba liked to think that hope had helped grow the Rebellion, even if so many people didn’t know the guy’s name. When he looked at that picture he could still hear the smug tone that boy used when talking. He could see the colors ripping through the sky when he attacked. Kriff, he could still see that di’kut hurling himself off yet another cliff in a reckless maneuver.

”That’s ten for me. You are falling behind,” Cal said with that annoying little smirk of his. That smirk always made Boba go crazy. Cal spun his lightsaber in his hand for good measure while a droid crumbled to the ground in smoldering pieces at his feet. Show off. Boba made a rude face at him underneath his helmet, torn between wanting to hit the di'kut and wanting to frip him senseless. Suddenly he found himself nearly jumping out of his own skin when green magick zapped him. How did Merrin always know when his thoughts went that way?

“Don’t get too cocky, kid. We still have to make it into that base and disable their long-range communications,” he said as dryly as possible. Best to just pretend the Nightsister hadn't gotten to him again. Merrin tsked loudly before vanishing into the shadows. He swore he heard her mutter something about men, but it could have just been his mind playing tricks on him.

Merrin wasn’t a big fan of him, but she wasn’t exactly a fan of a lot of things. He wasn't exactly a big fan of hers, so it worked out. They worked together well and that was where it ended.

BD trilled softly, wishing that they could also shadow hop. Cal grinned softly before fixing his gaze on Boba. The next words to leave his jetii's mouth were not exactly a comfort. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. I’m following the plan.” Boba had to bite his lower lip to stop a rebuttal from escaping him. Cal had awful plans and somehow managed to stay alive anyway. The jetii had the best karking luck in the galaxy. One of these days, he feared, it would finally run out. “Let’s get this over with so Saw and your mysterious contact stop worrying.”

And get it over with they did.

Boba barely needed to waste any of his blaster clip when Merrin and Cal unleashed their skills. The Empire didn’t stand a chance. He walked behind the two and made sure to put a shot between the eyes of anyone left alive. No witnesses. He didn’t need Darth Vader learning that he was playing double agent or that it was a Jedi crippling various outposts. Vader had a temper, one Boba was going to avoid with all his skills. Cal hated when he got rid of the witnesses but had long since stopped speaking up. No, Cal just looked at him a haunted look and muttered something about war. War made them all do questionable things.

Boba hated that haunted look and did his best to chase it away at night when they shared a bunk. He tried to give back all the warmth he stole from his jetii. When the Empire finally fell, and it would, he planned on keeping Cal warm for as long as he could.

He'd make Cal smile with actual happiness.

“That…” He leaned back in his chair and let out a faint sigh. “Is the dumbest Jedi I have ever known.” The words were supposed to come out angry, scornful even, but instead, they curled in his mouth and came out coated in affection. Din’s helmet turned towards him and cocked to the side ever so faintly. Asking for more. Karking Mand’alors and their need to know more. “His name was Cal Kestis and he was one of the most wanted teenagers in the entire galaxy, vod.”

“Was?”

So they were going to do this it seemed.

“We lost contact during a battle. He just vanished, not even his girl could locate him.” Merrin had accused Boba of horrible things that day. Screamed and raged. He had just held onto her while she beat her fists against his armor. It was supposed to be an easy fight, a way to stop the Empire’s foothold, and instead, it ended with one of the few Jedi left in the galaxy just gone.

“Oh,” Din said softly. Storytime, it seemed, was over. “Why did you ask me here?”

“I have a job for you,” he said simply. He could feel the stare from beneath the helmet his friend wore. “No puck to follow.”

Din shifted, stance cautious, and Boba knew he had his interest. The man was looking for a distraction.

“I want you to hunt down the Jedi in that picture. I have a few leads, people he used to run with- people he saved, and people he angered. I want to know what happened to Cal Kestis.”

[oceanera12]

501st headcanons?

 Sorry, this took so long to answer: my work started back up! Hooray! But that means I haven’t been on my computer so...

Honestly, the 501st is harder for me than the 212th and I don’t know why so a lot of this was me just spitballing ideas and going, “Yes,” or “Nope!” so please forgive the lack of organization.

The 501st blue was picked out by Anakin because of his lightsaber color. The men like it too because of the major contrast with the white, unlike some lighter colors.

There was a Commander of the 501st before Ahsoka came along. Don’t know his name or anything, but let’s say he was a CC and he died early in the war. Like really early, which really stinks because he was training to be a Commander on Kamino and then he’s dead. So Captain Rex kind of took charge and everyone had a silent agreement the position would stay open out of respect for their fallen brother

Then Ahsoka came along and everyone approved of this small child so yay, Commander on deck again!

Rex headcanons!

Rex got his name for always winning King of the Hill (or the Kamino equivalent of it, which I imagine had to involve climbing up a ladder to the top bunk and fighting to remain on top).

Because of that, he got used to heights and has a pretty good head for high places (which is good since people really seem to like throwing him up, over, or down from high places)

Rex is the last surviving member of his batch

Everyone thinks the tally marks on his armor are for the number of battles lost or maybe won. Or maybe it’s people he’s lost or droid’s he’s killed. Or how many days the campaign has gone on for, each cluster being separate campaigns. Reality: it’s the number of times Anakin has come up with a stupid Skywalker plan and it somehow works. Rex started it as a joke, thinking it would only happen a few times. Now he just looks at them and thinks: “How the kriff am I still alive?”

Rex secretly likes the Coruscant Symphony (or whatever the Star Wars equivalent is) and will play the music in his earpiece on his breaks and before battles to calm him down or hype him up (depending on the situation. Usually calm him down because he is low-key panicking on the recent Skywalker plan)

Although Rex wields his twin DC-17′s, he is also a very good sniper. A fact that only a few people know so it’s very fun to watch the men’s reactions when he takes down a target from 1,000 meters away

Jesse and Kix headcanons!

Kix and Jesse first met as cadets when Jesse had to go to the med bay for an injury. Kix was there for some training and got to be Jesse’s “doctor”. They ended up bounding and would eat lunch together in the mess when they could.

Most people think Kix is Jesse’s impulse control. It’s actually the other way around. Jesse keeps a pretty level head and knows when to charge and when to stay down. Kix’s entire focus is on when a brother goes down and he will charge blindly into the fray to treat them. If Jesse wasn’t there to keep him put until it was safe, Kix would probably be dead.

Kix’s tattoo was a saying an old batchmate said a lot. Kix grew to appreciate it and had it immortalized on his head after that batchmate was killed by (you guessed it) a droid.

Jesse took a considerable less time deciding on his tattoo and was debating between the Republic cog or a shattered Separatist symbol. He ended up flipping a coin and got the cog. The reason the thing is so big was that he lost a bet-- and the winner got to pick how big to make the tattoo. Jesse ended up embracing it and putting it on his helmet.

Jesse and Kix got their tattoo’s at the same time. Kix would tell anyone that Jesse cried (which he didn’t) and Jesse would say Kix actually yelped or flinched with each prick (which he did). Most people believed Kix and thought Jesse was lying (since Kix worked with needles all the time)

When Kix has stayed up longer than forty-eight hours, Jesse will physically drag Kix to a bed and knock him out with a sedative. Once, Kix resisted so Jesse just knocked him out.

Kix is a better shot then Jesse. Jesse is better at hand-to-hand combat.

Kix grew out his hair in season 7 to hide the fact that he removed his chip (he didn’t have proof to what it was but he needed to study it so he removed it). Jesse never asked about the scar, determining that Kix would tell him when he was ready.

Hardcase, Dogma, and Tup headcanons!

Dogma and Tup were in the same batch. Hardcase unofficially adopts them as his little brothers (although Dogma acts older since he’s a bit more down to earth)

Hardcase has ADHD

Dogma has OCD

Tup started growing out his hair the moment he left Kamino and has only gotten trims off of it since. Dogma and Hardcase are the only people who are allowed to brush/touch it (After Hardcase dies and Dogma is... taken away, Fives is given permission)

Hardcase likes heavy rock music while Tup and Dogma are more classic rock.

Dogma is obsessed with the reg manuals (similar to Echo) and follows orders to the letter, something Hardcase and him disagree on a lot.

Tup is the peacemaker between the two and keeps the other from strangling the other.

When Hardcase dies, Dogma convinces himself it Hardcase’s fault for not following orders. Only later, after Krell shows his true colors, does Dogma realize it was Krell’s fault. Dogma shot Krell for Hardcase.

Dogma and Tup are allowed to talk to one another after Krell through communications and pending Dogma’s investigation. When Tup’s calls stop coming, Dogma panics a little thinking it’s his fault. Rex later calls him and tells him what actually happened.

Dogma takes the news as small mercy as he finds out the day before he’s sent to reconditioning. 

Fives and Echo headcanons!

Echo is Fives impulse control.

Echo has a habit of repeating orders even after he’s an ARC trooper. Of course, no one is allowed to call him out for it (except Fives)

Of the two, Fives is a better shot while Echo is better with hand-to-hand and battle tactics. Echo’s more practical while Fives is more emotional.

Fives has nightmares about Rishi. Echo’s the only one that can calm him down.

After Echo “dies” Fives has imaginary conversations in his head with Echo because he needs his impulse control.

When Echo comes back he has actual one-sided verbal conversations with Fives in his room on the Bad Batch’s ship.

Appo headcanons!

Did you guys know Appo was promoted around the same time Rex was? I like to think that was the moment Anakin realized Ahsoka wasn’t coming back to the position and he didn’t want to steal Rex from her soooo...

I’m guessing both Rex and Appo took the same “crash course in being a Commander” because of the short notice.

Appo and Rex didn’t get along very well on a personal level. But in battle, they were a force to be reckoned with. Which was why Anakin made sure they lead separate parts of the Battalion. 

Appo likes seafood.

And I’m going to stop there because DANG this is long.

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Tomorrow Never Came

Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader  -  1015 Words  -  Part 1 of 1

Notes: This was originally started for one of @moonlit-imagines‘s writing challenges but due to life beating the fuck out of me- I didn’t make it in on time. So instead it’s kicking off May the 4th 2021! Send in your Star Wars requests here!

Warnings: Alcohol mention and use, alcohol used as a coping mechanism, references to grief, mentions of death and despair, force ghosts, and angst.

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It felt like the world had ended. On the shuttle, you cradled a baby that wasn’t yours while Obi-Wan held you. No one spoke. The weight of the world was heavier knowing the entire galaxy would struggle now- but it was the heaviest knowing all your friends and companions were dead or forsaken.

Anakin was gone, his children orphaned, and Padmé buried. The Jedi Order was slaughtered by the troops they had once commanded- by those once counted as friends. Democracy itself sat unhinged and uprooted. This brave new world boasted an empire whose reign continued unchecked and without resistance. It was exhausting to remember and even worse to face.

You wondered if the nights spent sneaking around caused any of this- if your moments of indiscretion had bled out into sedition and political turmoil. Obi-Wan silently thought the same, terrified that the entire galaxy might suffer for his lack of control.

Yet, as the bundle in your arms woke and cried with healthy and defiant lungs, the truth could be felt. Choices had been made and at the end of all things, it was impossible to reconcile that they hadn’t been yours.

Tattooine was hotter than your native home of Coursant, yet it was the perfect place to hide an unwanted child, a disgraced politician, and a Jedi deserter. Baby Luke went to the moisture farm and you went into the city. The heat persisted into the night, and you didn’t blame Obi-Wan when he started staying at the Cantina later. Grief was a funny thing.

You mourned quietly at every moment of your days, Padmé’s presence hanging heavily over your mind until an exhaustive sleep claimed you. Obi-Wan had too many ghosts for exhaustion. Too many failures looking back at him full of accusations and loathing. He had broken his vows too many times and no matter how painfully the truth tried to prevail, his mind refused to believe any other explanation.

He had loved too much. It was out of love he befriended Padmé and overlooked the truth of her allegiances for so long. It was a different love that stayed his hand from rearing Anakin who, above all else, needed order and compassion. And you? He had coveted you and won you with charms that only led to ruin.

Every night stumbling home to find solace in each other pushed the guilt a little farther away. But reality never changed. His robes were locked in a box, the lightsaber he shouldn’t have kept stored in a hidden compartment.

The vestiges of your former life lay heavily on Obi-Wan’s mind as he tried to drown his sorrows. The cantina was crowded and offered more anonymity than the hood of his cloak. Each drink stung enough to momentarily put the ghosts to sleep, but without you there to distract his mind kept circling back.

Tonight he could not escape his thoughts, there was no solace in the bitter liquor or among the violent crowd of patrons. He spilled a handful of coins onto the table before struggling to his feet and turning towards the door. He did not want to return home, he didn’t want you to see him. Not while he was undeserving of your smile. Yet, the night around him was dark and there was nowhere else to go.

The sand under his boots muffled the sound of all movement and as Obi-Wan turned down an alley moving towards your shared home, he saw someone before him. He hadn’t heard an approach and for a moment was determined to ignore the stranger. A strange pale hue surrounded the man and drew his attention, and Obi-Wan froze.

A light blue surrounded him yet Obi-Wan would have recognized the man anywhere. Qui-Gon Jinn, the man he once called master and viewed as a father, stood before him shrouded behind the veil of the force.

Obi-Wan blanched at the spectral image of his former master and felt venomous tears prick at the corner of his eyes.

“It is too late,” he cried at the unmoving ghost, “I have waited for your sign, for guidance but it is too late! All is lost.” Obi-Wan’s voice broke over the anguished syllables yet Qui-Gon said nothing.

No matter how desperate either man wished it, it wasn’t his place to interfere.

The silence was maddening and whatever frustration Obi-Wan carried multiples back upon his master. For the first time in his life, Obi-Wan was filled with anger. Hate bubbled below the surface coloring his heart in ways it had never been before.

He hated Anakin for what he did to Padmé, he hated Qui-Gon for dying, he even dared to hate you for tempting him. But most of all he hated himself for those false thoughts.

“I will never be like you,” Obi-Wan bellowed through clenched teeth challenging the specter.

Qui-Gon would’ve known how to love all of you better. He would’ve had lenience enough for Padmé and Anakin, wisdom enough to keep everyone balanced instead of so strictly placed upon an impossible precipice of right and wrong.

Obi-Wan said as much through a clenched jaw and frantic breaths, laying decades worth of anguish and grief before his master’s feet. But when he finally blinked the last tears from his eyes and saw clearly again, the ghost was gone. He reeled back and fell onto the sand.

It was over.

Years worth of pent-up feelings slipped off his shoulders and followed Qui-Gon into the dark. There was no reckoning. There was no blame left to debate.

It was over.

Obi-Wan was drunk and alone in the dark.

Yet miles away he could feel Luke and even farther through the force he could feel Leia. There was life still in the galaxy and in that life, there was enough good to turn his feet back towards home. There, Obi-Wan knew you would be waiting for him just like he knew the suns would rise in the morning. All he could do was love you and what was left the best he could. It was enough, it had to be.

[squishneedsahero]

Getting Up

Trust and Emotions

Part 2 of 2

Word Count: 3524

I'm on both a starwars and marvel kick so like.... Peter Parker x Reader

One more panic attack under your belt, you and Peter go back to your bedroom. The both of you sit on your bed and you pull your robe tightly around you, trying to figure out where to start. Peter looks at you, and can see how shaken you are and debates hugging you again, but you didn't seem to be a big hugger. Mostly you didn't seem to be big on any sort of affection or emotion, but that was fine because he could still tell you cared about stuff when you did.

You take another deep breath and look at Peter, "okay, so... where should we start?" You decide to ask Peter since you had freaked him out so much already and felt bad about it.

"Well... you're saying you're a Jedi, could you maybe you know, use the force to move something?" Peter asks, that's a good place to start seeing as you'd never done anything of the sort in front of him.

You look at him like duh and nod your head, "I can do that," your eyes begin moving around the room until you find something suitable to move.

You were out of practice but it came to you naturally. You had been practicing these things your entire life you'd be disappointed if you had lost the skill in such a short amount of time. You just stare at Peter as you slowly move a tissue box from your dresser across the room and lower it into Peter's lap.

"There. See, it's not made up-"

"Hey- hey y/n, I believe you I don't doubt you but we need to be sure, what if someone just put those memories in your head- we need to be sure, cause Wanda can do that stuff too, though she usually has some sort of red mist around her when she does."

You huff and slump against your pillows, "okay- so you think I might be lying but not know I'm lying..." you think it over, he was right, it was possible but you didn't think that was the case. Finally you think of something that would have to show him you're telling the truth, "Fury gave Tony my lightsaber- he has it somewhere in the tower we could go find it and I could show you-"

"Y/n," Peter says as he once again has to be the reasonable one, "you can trust Tony. I know you don't want too but he could help and it would be easier to ask than sneak around trying to find your- lightsaber."

The way he paused hurt, he really didn't believe you... why did it hurt so badly that he didn't believe you. You sadly shake your head, "just go, you don't believe me anyways... I just need a bit then we can forget about it tomorrow if you even want to come around anymore."

Peter opens his mouth to say something, but can see how hurt you are by his reaction so he closes his mouth and gives you a quick hug. "I'll be back tomorrow y/n, then you can decide what you want to do."

You nod and as soon as he'd gone you turn over in bed and plant your face in one of the many pillows, beginning to just let the pent up emotions out. There were so many things, the one person you had thought you could trust didn't believe you. You hadn't had time to really mourn or wrap your mind around what had happened with the clones and your master. Then you were stuck here, inside and bored unable to even go outside. Everything had come to a head when you had seen that lightsaber in the hands of the one who was supposed to be Master Kenobi. Your life which you loved and this one you were stuck in it was all so confusing. You fall asleep quickly that night, just to wake up early and be back where you were the night before, in the middle of a nightmare.

You're preparing to meditate when there's a knock on your door before it opens and Steve steps in. "Hey kid," he says hesitantly, "how are you doing... we saw Peter leave last night he was pretty upset."

You look at him and shrug, you didn't even want to think about the previous night let alone talk about it.

Steve shakes his head and takes a seat on the floor across from you. "Look kid, it's not worth keeping it a secret. There's cameras in here, Tony could easily go and look through the footage and get to the bottom of this, but I think we all would like it more if you just talked to us."

You bite your lip and look away, damn, he was right.

"You've been here long enough and have caused no trouble, none of us think you're an enemy and want to hurt anyone. But you won't tell us anything about you and that makes it impossible for us to convince Fury you can be trusted," Steve finishes.

You chew on your lip as you look at him, out of everyone besides Peter, Steve was probably the person you trusted the most. They were both trying to tell you to just talk about it, tell them what is up so they can help you. As hard as it was to admit they were probably right. "... fine, I'll talk, but I want my thing back from Tony before I do."

He looks at you and doesn't answer for a moment. You were defensive, it was understandable but it had been over a month and you had not opened up at all to anyone besides Peter and even he didn't know much about you. "Okay, I'll see what I can do about convincing Tony to give that back to you and you get ready to talk to us tonight."

That night comes and you haven't left your room, you hadn't heard from Steve again or even Peter. He said he'd be back but he hadn't come and it made you in an even worse mood that you would have been. There's a knock on the door, "come in," you say still on the floor where you had been that morning.

The door cracks open and Peter's face appears around the edge of it, "uh, hey y/n... the others told me to come get you and let you know it's time to talk..."

He barely finishes when you're on your feet, running to throw your arms around him, "I'm sorry Peter, I'm so sorry Peter I didn't mean to freak out and hurt you I just-"

He hugs you back, "it's alright, it's okay I know you didn't mean too," he says gently. He takes your hand and leads you down stairs, "come on, we'll go see what they have to say."

You hold his hand tightly, following him to the main living area where everyone was waiting. You could swear every single pair of eyes glanced at your hand in his before going back to focusing on you. You don't let go of Peter's hand when he tries too, instead pulling him to sit next to you on an oversized chair. That's when Tony stands up, holding out his hand with your lightsaber in it.

"Steve said the only way you'd talk was if I gave this back to you. Seeing as I cannot figure out what this is or how it works I guess you can have it back since it's so important to you." With that, he places the lightsaber in your hand and you hold it tightly.

You're quiet, holding it and looking it over your grip on it never loosening as you slowly come back to reality and focus on the people around you. Quietly you begin;

"My name is y/n l/n, I'm from (home planet) and I don't know how I ended up here. Yesterday Peter tried to show me a movie- A New Hope it was called and well it seems to be about my galaxy... I've been to Tatooine and this is a lightsaber that you can't figure out how it works. I was raised by the Jedi and am just a Padawan who escaped when the clones tried to kill all of us... I tried telling this to Peter but he thinks it's..."

"I just don't see how it's possible, as cool as Starwars is it's just a movie... and I'm just worried that someone put all these ideas in y/n's head and that it's just made up..."

You look at Peter, "it's not made up. I don't know how else to get you to believe me cause I don't know how much I can trust all of you because what if as soon as I show you someone decides to tell and I end up dead?! My master sacrificed themselves for me and I cannot live with myself if that's in vain. I had to stand there and watch through a window as they were shot down by the clones we had fought side by side with for years," at this point tears are streaming down your cheeks as you look at Peter, forgetting everyone else in the room as you try and process what it is you're feeling.

That's when Bruce steps in, "hey, y/n, calm down. How we have a movie with that information doesn't matter right now, we can figure that out later. For now focus, you say you're a Jedi, you say that's a lightsaber, show us. It's not a lot but it's a start."

You just stare at him. He was right. You were an idiot, all the emotions you'd been holding back were building up and were clouding your judgement. You needed to figure this out so you could get back to being yourself.

"Okay... I'll show you," with that you carefully hold the hilt of your lightsaber before igniting it. That familiar and steady hum fills the silence in the room, calming your nerves. The familiar glow of its light illuminates your face as you look at those who were sitting in the room with you.

It's after you gather yourself once again, calming down with those familiar sensations that you finally put it away. What anyone else has to say doesn't matter, you turn to Peter, "will you believe me now?"

Peter is in more shock than anyone else in the room. What the hell, you actually were a Jedi standing there in front of him with a real life lightsaber in your hands. It's all he can do to nods, swallowing a few times before finally getting out a hoarse, "yes, I believe you."

You turn back to the others with a smile on your face, "would it be alright if I went back to my room? I can tell you more tomorrow but I need to compose myself... I've been all over the place... hiding things and it's all built up so I lost it at Peter yesterday."

They just nod, you weren't leaving and they all needed to talk this through anyways. "Yeah, go ahead," Tony says.

"Can I come with you?" Peter asks you and you nod.

"Hey Kid, don't have too much fun with your space girlfriend," Tony says with a wink at Peter.

You once again are lost as to what's going on, but you take Peter's hand, causing him to bite his lip as his face turned the color of a tomato. "Aye! Get a room you two," Clint teases and Peter hurriedly let's go of your hand.

"I'm not- we're not-" Peter stutters.

You turn back to look at all of them, not even trying to take Peter's hand again. "I thought that's what we were trying to do? We were going to my room?"

It's when you say this that all the adults pass glances at each other. You really were oblivious to all of this weren't you, "yeah you were, go ahead," Natasha saves Peter from further embarrassment.

Peter follows you, still red as can be, gods you were so oblivious. And yet you were still so cute. Like, he had had a crush on you for a while but now you were a Jedi?! He couldn't have a crush on you, if all of this was true then you probably followed the Jedi code, meaning no attachments. He'd been trying to build up the courage to ask you about it. But he had kissed you the night before and you had barely reacted other than to be shocked out of your panic attack.

He's sitting on the side of your bed and you're laying across it, waiting for him to say something, anything. He hadn't said a word since you'd left the others, had you done something wrong? You knew you weren't supposed to form attachments, but that wasn't what this was. This was just you trusting him and wanting to apologize for a misunderstanding.

Eventually you tap him on the shoulder and he jumps a bit before turning to you. "Sorry," he says with a shake of his head.

"For what? I'm the one who should apologize... I kept just... I don't know. I trust you and when I felt like you didn't trust me... it hurt and I freaked out. I don't know why I did but it wasn't right of me to do so. I'll be better now, now that I've talked to everyone. I'll mourn my Master as properly as I can so I can get my mind back where it needs to be since I'm a Jedi."

Peter looked at you, so fucking oblivious to everything the team had been trying to tease you about. He wanted nothing more than to hold you tightly against him and tell you everything would be okay, but you wouldn't have a clue what that means to him. He couldn't take advantage of you like that.

This is when he realizes he had been staring at you as you waited for a response. "I- uh- it's alright. You don't need to apologize, I've lost people before and it's hard. Holding all of that in for so long... it has to take a toll... I'm just glad you trusted me enough to tell me."

A smile cracks across your face and you sit up, hugging Peter.

After that night things get easier for you. The team trusts you more, giving you more free reign with what you do and where you can go. They let you go out to Central Park with Peter and they allow you to use the training rooms on the condition you try to not ruin things.

On the other hand for Peter things were getting harder and harder. He couldn't hide the fact that he was head over heels for you, everyone knew at this point, even Ned and Michelle who hadn't even met you knew he was. Literally everyone knew, except for you. You were completely oblivious to the longing glances, how he'd blush when you hugged him or held his hand to guide him around with you.

"Hey kid, how are things going with you and y/n?" Tony asks one afternoon as he takes a seat on the couch next to Peter.

Great, of course Tony had noticed the fact that Peter had spent most of the day alone or avoiding you and chose now to talk to him about you when he couldn't escape. "They're fine."

"She still has no idea does she?"

Peter sighs, "nope, not a clue."

Tony can't help but laugh gently at the lovesick look in Peter's eyes. "Hey if it makes you feel any better most of us think she feels the same way even if she has no idea."

Peter sighs once again, before playing back on the couch, "her feeling the same doesn't do any good. She's a Jedi, as soon as she figures out what it is that's happening she'll shut me out and try to get rid of any feelings."

Tony shakes his head and pats Peter's back, "kid, you have a lot to learn still. You're young don't worry so much.

Little does Peter know the only reason you hadn't been able to catch him all day was that Natasha and Wanda had caught you. They had given you a similar speech, but with a lot more detail, maybe the birds and the bees were thrown in there for good measure. If you could be this oblivious then who knows what the Jedi had actually told you about any of that stuff.

At first you had been freaking out, how could you have missed the fact that you had been forming romantic feelings for Peter. How had you not realized this attachment you had?! But then the two women make you think. It had been long enough you were pretty sure that no one was going to find you here. They hadn't shown you any more movies, but had helped you come to the conclusion that the Jedi were gone over the few months. And the two helped you see that, maybe an attachment wasn't so bad.

It was a week or so later that Peter saw you again. You'd been avoiding him, but you'd figured things out. They were right, the order was gone, you were the last of the Jedi and there was no way for you to keep that tradition alive from here. You had to accept the fact that you would be staying here on earth, it was okay for you to want to stay at Peter's side.

You finally approach him, feeling more shy than usual but Wanda had been trying to pump you up for this. You knew exactly what you wanted to tell him and how you felt. Then you saw him and made eye contact. All the words you'd prepared were gone in an instant. You force yourself to smile and keep walking to him, "hi Peter," you manage to get out.

"Hey, y/n, are you feeling alright? It's been a while." Peter asks, still too caught up with his own feelings to even wonder why it had been so long.

"Yeah- yeah I'm alright," you respond a little too fast.

Peter catches that, "you sure?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You ask defensively. As Peter raises his hands in innocence you shake you head, "yes, I'm fine Peter," you pause and look around the room, "you think we could talk? In my room?"

"Yeah?"

Your heart skips a beat, it was fine everything was fine you just needed to tell him how you felts and get it out in the open. "Okay," you say a little too quickly and jump up to your feet again.

Peter follows you curiously, you're acting weird.

When you get to your room you hesitate before taking his hand and guiding him to the bed as you always had. You have him sit then plop yourself right down next to him,only pausing a moment this time before sitting back up to face him.

"Okay, so, I've never really done this before, but Wanda and Natasha, they talked to me and kind of helped me realize I have grown attached to you. This isn't supposed to be something Jedi do, but like there's not really any Jedi left anymore so they said that it would be fine and would probably be good if I figured out how exactly I'm attached to you," you haven't taken a breath at this point and you aren't going to start breathing now, "anyways I think I'm in love with you but like I don't really know what love is cause they never teach that at the Jedi temple and I was uh kind of uh wondering if you'd help me figure out if it is love?"

You're talking so fast, running over your own words that Peter has a hard time keeping up even with all of his spider senses. But he does catch enough, you saying you love him and asking if he'd help you figure it out. He doesn't hesitate, he didn't care if there was a chance it turned out to not be love, you were giving him a chance to figure it out with you. He nods, "yes- I think I love you too."

Words can't describe how Peter feels when he sees the grin that spreads across your face as you come to a seated position in front of him. "Really?!" You ask excitedly, "so where do we start-"

For the second time in your life you're cut off from rambling by Peter's lips crashing onto your own. You'd forgotten how he had done that before, but now you'd seen enough movies to know, it's a kiss. Your arms find their way to rest around his shoulders as you try to kiss him back. Sure you had seen it but you had never understood the appeal until now. Now you knew, if this was love then you were in so deep you'd never be getting out.