#wan non

[ascalonsmercy]

9/08: SHED.

verb: (of a reptile, insect, etc.) allow (its skin or shell) to come off, to be replaced by another one that has grown underneath.

rating: g

characters: wan non, chanduciel de dansereau, euphemie de dansereau, prince haldrath (mentioned)

tags: oofie parenting 101, the dragonblooded heritage (& more) is showing & it jumpscared oofie, & nonnie is being herself (being no help at all)

summary: what a way to ruin a splendid morning. 

wordcount: 413

“Are you sure it won’t peel off?”

“I said no such thing.” Nonnie huffed, eyeing the toddler who seemed entirely oblivious to the distress that wrought terror into his mother’s lovely features. 

“I’ve been in a human body for less than a—” She paused, and sighed a beat after the boy cooed.

“...less than enough time to figure out how exactly man takes track of it!” Euphemie scowled as her manicured fingers attempted to make sense of what she could only describe as scales shedding from her darling boy’s cheeks. The lump in her neck bobbed as she swallowed in trepidation—dead, transparent skin—her boy’s skin—is on her fingers and she doesn’t know why. 

That’s a lie. She thinks she knows why but she can’t be sure—for once she hopes her uncertainty will be a good thing.

“Anyway. He seems to be ok. For now.” “And we don’t know how long that lasts!” 

“You’re talking to the wrong person.” Nonnie shrugged, and by reflex, almost clapped her hands and motioned for the little one to come closer—but she restrained herself at the moment, instead keeping her arms crossed atop the back of the chair from where she sat looking at the lady and lordling of the manor. The sun had only begun to rise and they had only found themselves in this questionably dire situation during breakfast time, and this sort of discord was not the kind Nonnie wished to begin her day with.

“I’ll have to talk to someone. Anyone—” She muttered, gathering the boy in her arms.

“That fellow Marcelloix. O-or—”

“Why not Dou?” She bit her lip, and tasted the tinge of rolanberry from the blossoming pink gloss she’d applied just a bell earlier.

“She…must be occupied.” “Not occupied enough for an emergency I’m sure.”

A pregnant pause fell between the two women, and somehow being fixated on Chanduciel’s bubbly smile made it worse. Years had passed since Douceline’s fateful return yet Euphemie had never truly wriggled out of the overreaching spotlight that her younger twin had made for herself—accidentally or not, something about it had been meant to happen, and the more she had discovered in the years following just pressed the knife deeper into the wound, for the more it became clear to all of them how fate must have played a hand in this somehow,

“I’ll give her a call.” Her free hand flew to the linkpearl tucked in her ear, but not without a begrudging—but not defeated—sigh.

[frostsong]

9—25 (EC): ACHIVEMENT.

noun: a thing done successfully, typically by effort, courage, or skill.

rating: g

characters: original characters, wan non

tags: post-heavensward, baking with dragonets, skyrise celebration, ty @soulsow again for the prompt!

summary: nonnie learns to cook. 

wordcount: 519

there were fewer things wan non enjoyed more than being right.

as she had learned, man took much more time preparing their food than her own kin ever did—while there was the occasional hunt it seemed most people had grown to depend on livestock and farming for their meals. thus, cooking fascinated her, and as she sought to learn as much as she could in her indefinite banishment from ‘home’, she instantly took to becoming an apprentice.

finding both a competent and unafraid cook was no easy feat. nonnie sought to make food that she herself enjoyed, and supposed that she learn to make everything else after—for if she couldn’t do that, how was she supposed to move on to impressing the others? there were still few cooks so ready to accept a dragonet into their kitchen, and unfortunately even in the manor of her hosts the servants were still uncomfortable having her hover over their shoulders as they prepared the family’s meals. she and euphemie had discussed this so in private—and nonnie was not too headstrong to push the matter any further. just as her own kind still struggled to come to terms with the war’s sudden end, man too had suffered plenty. 

in the end they turned to the cooks at the firmament. while the meals prepared for the volunteer workers were heartier in nature, they suggested those who dealt with the sweetmeats of the skyrise celebration for her taste—and it was there that nonnie finally found her mentor.

nonnie liked candied fruit well enough. she also enjoyed the faces of those around her as her fangs sunk with ease into the sweet-rich coating of syrup, cracking it like glass. the recipe was relatively simple compared to the rich dulcet pastries that she had become familiar with at cygne cross, but nonnie sought naught but perfection.

fairegoers flocked to the stall where she worked alongside the cooks, ensuring an even coat of syrup over each piece regardless of their size and quantity. nonnie realized that once she set her mind to something, she would see it through to the end—and in her candied fruit, with days to weeks of practice she started to see improvement—and with her gradual improvement came achievement in the happy faces and filled stomachs of many an eager customer. 

nonnie came to earn gil, too—and while it had been still more convenient to be accompanied by one of her hosts she was eager for the day she could enter any establishment to purchase whatever it was she could afford. overall her time in the city thus far hadn’t been without a few hiccups—but nothing that wasn’t worth all the merriment it had brought her. now, she knew of things her siblings had merely heard of: never again would wan non see the world only by the songs of her kin, bellowed from weary throats that wound each word with the very smoke that hissed from the charred corpses they’d made of their former enemies. 

the wafting scent of a succulent pig, cannon fodder turned to brilliant fireworks—there were better things that had smoke. 

[jedi-starbird]

Palpatine: My boy, Master Kenobi is lying to you!

Anakin: ?...yeah? He does that? Lying is Obi-Wan's favourite sport. Bant told me that he was dropped on his head by Master Qui-Gon when he was a child and Master Qui-Gon was really tall, so the fall shook loose some things in his brain and now Obi-Wan is allergic to giving straight answers. It took me 3 years to figure out his favourite colour. and his birthday. 5 to figure out that he's allergic to shellfish. I once told a restaurant that Obi-Wan can't have shrimp and he told me to "stop giving information to the enemy". I've made a game of it really.

Palpatine: *muttering under his breath* ok try using shrimp next time

Anakin: what?

Palpatine: Nothing!

[phereshift]

my (and my friends) emotional support plushie pile...

[izzystizzys]

Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.

“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.

And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-

“Are those kriffing hands?!”

In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -

- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.

Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”

“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.

“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.

Oh.

Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-

“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”

“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“

Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.

“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”

“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”

Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”

The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??

“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”

“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.

“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”

Awkward silence follows.

“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”

“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.

[pisscord]

sick obi-wan asks for a bucket and poor unsuspecting cody hands over his helmet on auto-pilot because “bucket”. pain and suffering follows, someone gets a holo of the direct aftermath and rex never lets him live it down. the bucket gets spaced.

[tennessoui]

thinking about a soulmate canon au where you find your soulmate via touch and the jedi order is a bit more pious and has a very respectful no touching culture that obi-wan absolutely abides by. meanwhile anakin is raised on tatooine before coming to the temple and he's really used to touch, and it drives him a little insane, that no one touches him casually in the temple but he learns to abide by it as well and follow his master's example

only for him to fall head over heels for padmé as soon as they touch in aotc and he thinks his reactions to her are due to them being soulmates so they get married because padmé doesn't really know what finding her soulmate feels like either, but anakin's touch and attention feels good (and maybe he unintentionally uses the Force to convince her) so they must be soulmates

meanwhile obi-wan saved his padawan's life when he was like sixteen and was knocked unconscious and tossed into an ocean or something so obi-wan gives him mouth to mouth to resuscitate him---and discovers instantly that they're soulmates....but anakin's out cold and doesn't feel it so obi-wan's left alone with the realization that he's some kind of monster, being the soulmate of a child and anakin can never ever ever know.

so canon happens as canon does but with obi-wan knowing and keeping this secret to himself and carefully making sure he never touches anakin while anakin gets all of his touches from his wife and obi-wan watches from afar knowing he can never tell anakin or anyone else

but palpatine works it out and definitely tells anakin once he's Fallen and killed his wife and also been barbecued (by his soulmate), which makes vader obsess with finding obi-wan (more than he is in canon)

and he finally captures him and has the acolytes chain him up in mustafar. vader visits and asks if obi-wan cut off his arms so he couldn't touch him and know, and it's obi-wan's worst fear and biggest regret that anakin finds out they're soulmates, but now he has no control over the situation. not as vader approaches, not as he takes off his helmet, not as vader leans close and brushes what remains of his lips against obi-wan's cheek

and it feels just as good and right and perfect as it did the first and only time they touched, except now obi-wan isn't sure who the monster is. maybe it's both of them

[currentlyonstandbi]

[muffinlance]

Woo got Linux working! On a related note I have gotten over any fear of breaking things through the command line and also can now roll back to an earlier system backup. Yes those are related. In my defense, breaking things in interesting ways is a great way to figure out what's actually going wrong.

[questforgalas]

The High Republic series confirmed that part of a Jedi youngling’s day in the creche are midday naps on little nap mats, and now the image of all our faves in youngling form curled up on the nap mat is living rent free in my head

[sapphicsparkles]

“Well, I suppose you do come from a long line of non-traditional Jedi…”

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Obsessed with the way Padme was right that there was still good in Anakin but she was wrong to try to reach him then; he killed her.

Obi Wan was wrong that Anakin was dead and gone, but he was right to walk away; he lived to protect and guide Luke and Leia.

[magic-and-sadness]

being a non-shifting alterhuman kinda sucks sometimes. like please just once? i don't really care if it's uncomfortable? just one little shift?please ? i would love if that happened?

[tlmtwelve]

June 1, 2024: R4-P17

[its-your-mind]

actually taz balance really hit Peak Sibling Energy when we go from:

“You fucking took everything from me!”

and

“I’m on board for whatever the plan is. But understand this: I have nothing, and I don’t give a shit.”

to:

“You’re dating the grim reaper?!”

and

“Well, I knew the whole time, obviously.”

“Then why didn’t you let me out sooner, dingus?”

“Because I didn’t remember you existed, goofus!”

within the course of like… one fight scene. Ten minutes, tops.

[tennessoui]

'do you specifically like former padawans? i think i could offer mine, she’s adventurous, she’d wear a wig if we asked nicely. ' - lolllllllllll

quinlan, earnest: she was never much of an actor but maybe like we could get mace windu to act out skywalker's lines, you know, real singing in the rain type shit, so it feels natural

obi-wan, aghast and mortified in some upper levels bar: please just let me die

quinlan, matter of fact: not without trying everything else first