#world tag | [tython]

[certified-hunterfucker]

world tag post.. augh.. i wanted to say planet but not all of these are planets so what ev er

[swtorpadawan]

Fighting the Zakuulans on his own? Without the support of the Jedi? For a Republic that had all but surrendered? Tyzen had been terrified. But he couldn’t give up. He had to keep fighting for those who couldn’t flee or protect themselves. If not on Tatooine, then on a hundred other worlds. Because he knew that the Hero of Tython wouldn’t have given up.

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[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: There had been no Seeing Stone on Tython that Grogu could use to call for a Jedi. They had survived Gideon's light cruiser mostly by luck. And now Din Djarin is trapped between trying to resume his old life with Grogu in tow or facing what wielding the Darksaber truly means for him and his people. Mostly he just wants a nap. Luke Skywalker is looking for Jedi artifacts he can use to help build a curriculum for the school he seeks to create. Not that he knows where it will be. Or how to find pupils. But then he runs into a shiny stranger whose beskar armor makes him a null space in the Force. And he doesn't know who Luke is. Intrigued (and in need of parts to repair his ship), he Skywalkers his way into tagging along on the latest bounty. They just might change each other. And everything else.

Author: @aureutr

Note from submitter: incredible incredible incredible canon divergence of Din trying to find his own way in the world attempting to not be a main character and Luke 'mr star wars' Skywalker making that quite difficult. also dives into luke's chronic pain which is something that i really appreciate

[parseolegacy]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you @kemendin for tagging me! :]

And for making literally perfect questions for my Jedi consular, Akk’rai, who I will be using for this.

1. What is your OC’s preferred/favourite environment? Bustling or serene, filled with people or totally alone? Do they like being out in nature or surrounded by technology etc? Do they have a favourite climate/weather type?

She absolutely has a strong preference for nature- the more ‘wild’, untouched, and unpopulated the terrain the better. She has an extremely acute life-sense through the Force and uses it to understand and navigate her surroundings over her eyesight due to having fairly harsh nearsightedness. Out of all natural environments, the greener the better, and her absolute favorites are jungles and rain forests. She was raised in a very dense jungle on a planet in the Outer Rim before joining the Jedi Order and has kept a deep fondness for similar places. Tython’s more temperate forests, are a very close second favorite. Eventually, as Commander, she retreats into the Odessen wild-lands when she needs a mental escape.

2. What’s something your OC is often conflicted about? A choice they made, their place or purpose in the world, a relationship they have with someone, etc? How does this conflict manifest, and how do they deal with it, if at all?

Akk’rai is deeply conflicted about many things but at their root, most link back to her role in the Galaxy. Consciously, she would like to stay away from any and all ‘action’ to study history in peace. She longs to be the kind of Jedi she grew up admiring, those who pursue knowledge and illuminate the unknown parts of the past, to understand the present and to light a path for the future. Those who are caretakers of the vulnerable and guardians for those who cannot protect themselves. But deep down, the vulnerable child she grew up as is still tossing and turning. The attack on the Jedi Temple that took place during her adolescence left a deep mark, and with it came a drive- an itch- to be a stalwart guardian- a wall- someone that could wholly put a stop to the kind of crisis she’d experienced when she was young. And she grew to be that kind of thing- from being a Padawan who happened to be extra disciplined and proficient in her lightsaber drills, to Barsen’thor, to Commander. But somewhere on that path, plagued by war and the escalating expectations of heroism for her to perform, she lost the other half of what she wanted to be- piece by piece, the part of her that was Jedi began to crumble away. She sees she has been physically separated from the Jedi by her path in life. On the inside, she still clings to the identity of one, in denial of what she’s lost, but the change is undeniable. Her character as a Jedi has been fragmented, forced to share house with the pieces re-forged to become those of a solider. She lost her ‘oneness’ with the Force- her spirituality and sense of harmony with the world has withered away. In many ways, the world has lost its colours. Once a bird able to take flight, she has been tied to the ground. She doesn’t know how to deal with this loss. The resolute sentinel and the peaceful sage contend for space in her person and while she has a preference, a longing for a peaceful life, she cannot abandon the frontier she stands on. The guilt would be too great, and the itch remains.

3. Does your OC have an object that’s particularly important to them? Why is it special? Do they carry it with them, or if not, where do they keep it? How would they react if it were lost/stolen/destroyed?

Akk’rai’s most treasured object is her father’s old lightsaber. Growing up, she’d mostly seen it used as a tool to clear away foliage, to cut tough materials or simply to start a fire. The first time she saw it used as a weapon was when a man from her father’s past came back to haunt him. He sent her away before confronting him and that was the last time she saw him for over a decade. She saw his lightsaber again first, as a trophy on that man’s belt. When he attacked her too, she felled him in the fight, and took the lightsaber. Even after reuniting with her father years later, she keeps it on her and uses it ass her offhand lightsaber (Jar’kai). She would be devastated if anything happened to it, even as a Jedi who is quite content with letting go of most material possessions. Losing it would almost feel like losing a lifelong friend.

My questions! 1. How did your OC develop their closest friendship? What brought them and their closest friend together? What was their journey?

2. If there was any advice your OC could give to their younger self, what would it be? 3. When your OC gets homesick- what place do they think of? What does ‘home’ mean to them, if they have one at all? If there isn’t one, do they wish they had one and what kind of place would they want home to be? Do they have conflicting feelings about ‘home?’

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[cursedbeasts]

Bestia's Wrath Chapter 2: A Crossed Line

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Summary:

This was the prologue to the original comic version of this story. 

Bestia and Styrak investigate the epicenter of the Ziost Cataclysm, hoping to find any trace of Sharack. Then they head back to Oricon and have to deal with Raptus and his boner for boring meetings.

Beginning Notes:

Recommended listening for the Ziost part: Austin, Atlantis (Homestuck vol.9)

Ziost. Once it belonged to the Red Sith, and eventually it became a bustling capital world of the Sith Empire. But now, in one fell swoop, it became a place of death. Nothing was left but ashes, crooked dead trees, and empty cities. All life, completely devoured by the entity people here once called their Emperor, and worshipped.

Bestia and Styrak stepped out of their shuttle and onto the ashen ground. Bestia surveyed her surroundings. Everything was gray and completely still, with the exception of ash being blown about in the wind. The air was cold. There was also an absence of sound beyond the howling of wind and odd cracking noises that seemed to have no source. Her ears twitched at the odd noises, and then dropped as she let out a weary sigh.

Long ago, Bestia was born here. She attended the Sith Academy in Adasta. Her first love was here, as well as her greatest failure. She met the other future Dread Masters here.  Her mother died here, and now her child as well. This once was home, and now it was gone. At least in the case of her mother, there was a body to bury. Bestia wasn't so sure if the Emperor, responsible for both deaths, would have given the same mercy to Sharack. Sharack was in the very epicenter of the devouring ritual after all. Likely reduced to ash like everything else. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. 

"These should be the right coordinates," Styrak said quietly, looking at a datapad in his hand.

The place looked the part: it seemed even more barren than the rest. Bestia noticed how the trees were leaning away from a certain area not far ahead.  

Bestia wondered how Styrak felt. His emotions have always been somewhat subdued, especially after he returned from the dead. Moreover,  his feelings about their Jedi daughter were complicated. Sharack was their child, but she was raised by the Jedi, and as a result, complicit in Styrak's death. Bestia was able to look past that, but Styrak himself was another story. He wasn't much of a family oriented person, so the sentimental value of finding out the fate of his lost children didn't mean to him as much as it did to Bestia. Styrak actively avoided Sharack after the truth had been revealed, and Bestia couldn't fault him. Sharack passed on an apology, and left him alone after that as well. Bestia also wondered if there was a chance that Sharack withstood death like Styrak did. She brushed the thought aside, for now. They had to look for the remains of their child, if there was anything left. 

Bestia steeled herself, and walked ahead towards the clearing. It looked like a site of a large explosion, but lacked a crater. Bestia could see the trees and rocks brushed away in a circle, and lines in the ground where Vitiate's power carved away at the soil. There was something else too. A splash of dull blue against the endless gray. Bestia ran up to it and dropped to her knees, digging at the ash. Styrak limped up to her and watched. 

A scream full of grief and rage rang out across the wastes as Bestia unearthed a faded blue cape with a fluffy collar that once was white. All that remained of Sharack, the Hero of Tython, the champion of the Jedi Order, and Bestia's own daughter. Lost, found, and lost again. 

Styrak moved in closer, unsure on how to comfort her. He could feel echoes of her pain through the Force bond, and wanted to help, but simply didn't know how. Despite the hundreds of years of age and his deep insight into matters of the Dark Side and Sith Alchemy, social and emotional matters still eluded him. He knew from experience that it was best to let Bestia let it all out, and so he opted for putting a hand on her shoulder, to let her know that he was near. 

"VITIATE!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" Bestia bellowed out, head raised to the empty sky.

A threat. A promise. Bestia squeezed the hand on her shoulder, and then got up. The blue cloak was still clutched in her hand. She sighed, then turned around and started walking back towards the shuttle. Styrak made a move to follow when a shadow caught his eye. He turned around and was confronted with a vision. A figure with enormous black wings covered in a multitude of blue eyes. He gasped, and blinked, and just like that, the vision was gone. All that was left was just a crooked tree with its limbs broken in a vaguely wing-like shape. 

"Styrr? Is everything alright?" Bestia noticed that he wasn't following. He made his way to her.

"I had a vision. A figure with wings covered in blue eyes. I think… it was an Undying like me."

He left the rest unspoken. A very slim chance that Sharack wasn't gone. Bestia considered it.

"I won't entertain vain hopes, but I did think about it. I have to find Vitiate regardless. If your vision is true, and she's not gone, I'd likely find her wherever Vitiate is. If not, at least I'll have revenge. Maybe all six of us have a chance against him. If the others can be roused." 

Styrak nodded, still thinking about his vision. He wondered if there were others like him. If he could return from the dead via a ritual conducted by his apprentices, what prevented other powerful Force users from doing so as well? He hasn't known Sharack very well, but he knew how powerful she was in the Force first hand. She stood her ground against him once. She stood against Bestia as well. She also had a dogged drive to see Vitiate gone. He wondered if those two were enough to create another Undying. 

Undying. This was what Styrak had named his present condition. A state between life and death. He suspected he was now a type of Force Demon or Force Wound. His body was mostly intact, aside from curious dark scales that grew over his right arm and leg that were the most damaged in his final stand on Darvannis. He had also discovered a few new abilities since his resurrection. One of those was the ability to manifest shadowy wings with red eye patterns on the edges. He also discovered, much to his chagrin, that he couldn't use his Dread Master powers anymore. Any attempt to conjure Force Fear turned on him, making him relive every horrible moment of his demise. He wasn't sure if his inability to call on his Dread Master powers was because of his undead state, or simply the result of trauma he sustained. He had seen the power attempt to turn on Bestia and Calphayus, and feed off their traumatic memories too. He mentally filed the thought away for later research.

The two Dread Masters made their way into the shuttle, and it soon took off towards the destroyer hovering high above. They were completely unaware of a tall figure that watched them leave from a distance. The figure spread its dark shadowy wings, and jumped into the air, flying up in the opposite direction, and soon disappearing into the sky. The figure had a trail to follow. A Force equivalent of a scent. The hunt was far from over.

Seid stood leaning against a wall by a large viewport within the space station. He was cradling a drink in one hand, and was staring listlessly into space. Some part of him hoped he'd see a shuttle of some kind, that would bring his sister in. But mostly, he knew deep down she was gone. A shadow suddenly passed by, and Seid leaned forward. It was gone as soon as it appeared, but it was far too small to be a ship, and far too dark against the black of space to make out any details. He sighed, and shrugged. Maybe it was a drone of some kind.

Oricon, Outer Rim. It was early evening when Styrak and Bestia landed. The sky was for once clear of the fumes and clouds that tended to choke it, but still had a faint orange tint to it. The two Dread Masters stepped out onto the walled shuttle pad inside the Dread Palace grounds. They were met by a Dread Guard, who knelt before them.

"My lords, Lord Raptus requires your presence in the council chamber."

"Can't. Wait." Bestia groaned. Styrak just sighed and nodded at the guard, dismissing them. 

Both Dread Masters reached for the golden triangle medallions at their collarbone, and pressed them, bringing forth their crested masks in a cloud of golden particles. Bestia had no idea why Raptus required the masks during the council meetings no one else was allowed in. They already knew each other's faces, and they weren't going to engage with the Phobis Devices. It seemed like an unnecessary piece of ceremony to her, but then again, most of the meetings themselves were unnecessary in her opinion. Bestia hated those meetings, which she voiced, for the hundredth time, on the way to the chamber.

"Why do we even have so many meetings? They're absolutely pointless most of the time."

"I agree," Styrak nodded.

"I suppose something DID happen this time but honestly, it could be resolved via a written report or message, which I actually sent on the way here, along with the reports made by the Dread guard."

Bestia let out an exasperated breath.

"Let's be bloody real. The meetings literally just exist because Raptus likes hearing himself talk."

She threw her hands up in the air.

"Nothing gets bloody done! We should be looking for Vitiate! Avenging our child!"

Styrak sighed. He could sense the grief and exhaustion that Bestia was battling. 

"The meetings are draining. Raptus...is draining." 

Styrak hated the meetings too. He didn't like to socialize in general. Being around people was extremely draining and often overwhelming for him, especially Raptus. He could tolerate the other four Dread Masters, and Bestia was one of the few people who actually weren't draining. Raptus, however, didn't respect his boundaries. He didn't listen. And he never bloody shut his mouth. The amount of times Styrak considered surgically removing Raptus's vocal cords and tongue was probably in five figure numbers at this point. 

Quietly fuming, the two stopped before a sliding stone gate. Bestia sighed as it moved open with a loud grinding sound that made Styrak wince. Bestia gently patted him on the back.

"I know, love. Hold on a bit longer. Just, this one last bit of bullshit, and we can rest," she said.

They stepped into the Dread Council chamber. It was the heart of the Dread Palace. A cavernous space with a platform suspended above a shallow pool. Six thrones hovered along the platform's sides, connected to it by chains, and the whole room was bathed in dim sickly green light. Here the Dread Masters held their meetings and communed with the Phobis Devices through the large upside down pyramid conduit that hung from the ceiling. Most of the meetings were fairly pointless and existed purely to amuse Dread Master Raptus's ego. However, occasionally the meetings did have a purpose of dealing with important events. This seemed to be one such meeting, as Bestia and Styrak stepped onto the center platform to bring the news of Ziost's destruction in person. 

Four other Dread Masters occupied the thrones, all dressed in mostly identical red robes and gold masks. Calphayus, the prophet, and Bestia's father, was hunched in his seat, shaking. His robes lacked the bone shoulder attachments and had a small fur collar on them. Brontes, the other woman in the group besides Bestia, sat straight. She was lean and had a long white ponytail draped over one of her shoulders. Raptus sat leaning forward with his hands clasped under his chin. He was thin, short, and frail. His short stature was well compensated by his strength in the Force though. He was the only one who seemed to enjoy the gathering. And finally, in the rightmost throne sat Tyrans. Or rather, he was half reclined in it. Bestia had long noticed that the lower Tyrans's head was relative to his throne, the more bored he was, to the point where he would occasionally slide off the throne completely, land in the pool, and flee using one of his shortcuts. Currently the boredom levels seemed slightly higher than average. 

Styrak cleared his throat. 

"Ziost is no more. The planet itself is intact but there's no life, sentient or otherwise, left on its surface. There were no survivors beyond those who evacuated in time."

His voice was somewhat high pitched and soft, in contrast to his body type. He used the Force to have his normally quiet voice be heard. Bestia, however, was angry enough to not even need such enhancements. 

"Vitiate has repeated what he did on Nathema a thousand years ago. His power is growing, and I think it's pretty clear that he no longer views the Empire as worth sparing. I think he will try to destroy all the life in the galaxy. I propose we destroy him first. All six of us have enough power to do so! Will the rest of you join me?" 

She went to great efforts to conceal the grief in her voice. She didn't want Raptus to know. Whilst most of the motivation she had was personal, she made sure to appeal to a more general threat Vitiate posed to all of them.

Raptus, in turn, tilted his head a little.

"And why should we? He is not bothering us. The Empire and the Republic can fend for themselves. And what is this rag you are carrying?"

He nodded in the direction of the blue cloak that Bestia was holding. She saw red momentarily, and it took her a few moments to gain enough composure to not tear Raptus limb from limb. She took a deep breath, huffed it out, rolled her eyes under the mask, and put her hands on her hips. 

"Did you even hear what I said or did it get drowned out by the sound of your own ego? Vitiate will destroy the galaxy. We live in the galaxy. And we did turn our back on him, a decision that YOU pioneered because you wanted your own empire with pazaak and hookers. Sooner or later, he will come for us. And I'd rather take the fight to him and stop it in its root than sit on my ass jerking my ego off like SOME do."

"You supported the decision to leave the Empire, did you not?"

"I did, for personal reasons that I don't want to talk about. Unless you want me to send you graphic flashbacks to my time on Nathema over the Force bond. I doubt you need more nightmares than you already have." 

That did make Raptus back off. Brontes used the blessed silence to speak up. Her voice was deep and melodic. 

“There is also the matter of those rumors of unknown forces attacking Outer Rim worlds. Might I remind Lord Raptus that Oricon is an Outer Rim world? We are in the line of fire. I do not know if these forces are allied with our former emperor though. Still, taking him out would remove at least one threat and let us focus on more… Mundane concerns."

Tyrans raised an arm in agreement, still mostly draped over his throne, although he seemed to sit up a little during Raptus and Bestia's argument.

"I agree with both Bestia and Brontes. We can shore up Oricon’s defenses in case those unknown forces pay us a visit. I suggest we look into reinstalling that stealth generator we had. Whoever those forces are, they can't attack a planet they can't find. Then we can take the fight to Vitiate. I think all six of us have a chance. I would also take our strongest apprentices. If it fails, at least it would be a glorious way to die."

He half laid back down in his seat, curious as to what the others would say. 

"I am having troubling visions. More and more timelines are snuffed out. Time is running out.” Calphayus piped up. There was weariness and fear in his voice, and he was still visibly shaking. He seemed to want to say something else, but his eyes started glowing, and he stood up clumsily, clearly in the grip of another vision. All the other Dread Masters quieted down and stared.

“Time is running out. All paths lead to disaster. One of us will…” 

Calphayus didn't finish his prophecy, his body going limp and tipping forward, towards the gap between the large central stage and the small platform that housed his throne. Bestia's eyes went wide, and she bolted towards him, catching him under the arms. She then carried him to the center of the large platform and laid him down on the floor. 

"I... don't feel good," he mumbled softly, sitting up and reaching for the gold medallion on his chest. It glowed, and Calphayus's mask was absorbed by it in a stream of gold particles revealing an older Red Sith with dark orange skin, a square face, fluffy greying hair, sideburns, and peculiar eyes. They were cyan, the same color as Bestia's, but looked shattered, the pupils in odd shapes and no solid boundary between the iris and the almost non-existent whites. All in all, Dread Master Calphayus looked decidedly not threatening. In fact, he looked terrified. 

Bestia put a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Must have been quite a vision."

She turned to Raptus.

"I'll take father to his sanctum so he can rest," Bestia helped Calphayus up, putting one of his arms over her shoulders.

"Fine, you can leave," Raptus said dismissively, clearly trying to sound as offended and inconvenienced as he could. 

Bestia led Calphayus along, stopping by Styrak on the way out.  

"Love, I'm sorry I have to leave you here."

"I think I'll manage," He said quietly to her. "It's likely going to be tactical plans and such. I can deal with that."

Bestia nodded, and wished him good luck. She brought Calphayus to the stairs that led to the chamber, and carefully sat him down, and sat next to him, deactivating her mask. They enjoyed the quiet for a bit. 

"Father?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? We can rest here but I'm afraid Raptus might try to drag us back inside."

Calphayus shook his head solemnly.

"Not really, I'm afraid. The visions have been... a lot, lately," he let out a tired sigh. "What about you?"

"Angry. Tired. Grieving. Full of rage at Vitiate. I don't know."

She shrugged. How could she even process something like that in the relatively short time it took to get from Ziost to Oricon? She was in pain, yes, but at the moment it was overshadowed by a desire to vanquish the one responsible. It seemed losing Sharack finally tipped some sort of scale in her mind in favour of fighting what essentially was a god, to avenge her child, herself, and both of her parents. 

"Vitiate sure has it out for our family, doesn't he?"

Calphayus hummed in agreement.

"I think he was jealous that your mother chose me, a low born half human, over him, a god-emperor." 

"That's a weirdly… ordinary sentiment for him to have." 

"I suppose it is. The more likely reason is that we know. We know he killed her. And all of this has been just an elaborate ruse to shut up the only witnesses."

"I think he just likes tormenting people," Bestia spat, "He reminds me of Raptus in that regard."

Bestia wondered to herself if the two were related. Now that was a disturbing thought. 

"What did you see in that vision?"

"Death. Like Ziost. Like Nathema in the past. Timelines where someone stands in his path, and the more timelines I see, the more times that someone… is you. I couldn't see beyond that point."

Bestia's ears drooped. 

"Maybe it's for the best. I just watched my own child die with Ziost. It's not an experience I would recommend."

"I am so sorry," Calphayus said softly. "I wish I could say that it is going to be okay, but with the visions I am getting… I am sorry, again."

"So I'll make it okay. I'll find Sharack if she's an Undying like Styrak saw and is out there. I'll fight Vitiate. You won't have visions of death anymore."

"That… would be nice." Calphayus managed a weak smile. Bestia stood up.

"Let's get you to your room. Before Raptus comes out and forces us to go back in."

Calphayus nodded, and the two walked down the main hall and under one of the arches that led off to different areas of the palace. This one led them to a sprawling garden. Calphayus has always been good with plants, and gardening brought him peace of mind, so over time, he turned his sanctum into a lush green space, completely at odds with the rest of Oricon which was mostly obsidian cliffs and pools of lava. What plant life there was, was twisted by the other Dread Masters' experiments. 

There was a main road that cut the garden in half, widening in the center to give space for a platform with a throne on it, flanked by two tables. The road continued beyond, to a pair of doors in the back that led to Calphayus's chambers. Bestia stopped before the throne. 

"Good night, father." 

"Good night," Calphayus said, walking ahead and disappearing in the doorway. 

Bestia was alone now. She looked at the stars for guidance. But they were silent because of course they were. The stars weren't living entities that could offer anything, but looking at them brought Bestia some degree of peace. She sighed, thinking back to the Dread Council meeting. She felt completely drained, so she didn't want to go back in there. She turned around and walked slowly towards her own rooms, her posture hunched and worn out, the grief finally catching up to her. It is her room where she finally hung the torn cloak on a mannequin that usually held her robes and allowed herself to cry. Alone, privately, where Raptus couldn't mock her and others couldn't offer well-meaning but empty platitudes. 

When Styrak stumbled into the room later, completely drained by having to deal with the council, Bestia was already asleep. At least he thought she was, opting to let her be. He whispered a quiet "good night" before settling down on his side of the bed and drifting off.

Several hours later, Bestia sat on the edge of her bed, brooding over a decision that was already made. The elaborate scars on her back itched, a faint reminder of what Vitiate had put her through. She didn't get visions like Calphayus or the others. The most Bestia got were gut feelings and vague premonitions. Right now, she felt like she had to leave now, or not at all. It was clear that Raptus didn't care enough to lend his power to the six, and without all six of the Dread Masters and their combined power, they stood no chance. Sure, they could replace Raptus with that one apprentice they had inducted into the Dread Union when Styrak was torn from it, just to prevent them all from completely succumbing to their own powers. Would it be enough? Would her going off alone matter? She supposed it did, as it still was better than sitting around and waiting for Vitiate to come around and destroy them. Even alone, she was powerful and resourceful. She would find some other weakness in Vitiate, and use it against him. It would have to be enough.

Mu'hass sat inside the surveillance station, watching a series of holocam feeds showing various places within the Dread Palace. One of the screens drew his attention, a feed showing the main hallway of the palace. He saw Bestia walk down it, determination in her step, and her mask on. He thought it somewhat odd for his mother to wear the mask to what probably was just a late night walk. She wasn't one to wear it much inside the palace. He didn't question it though. Maybe she was just going for a late walk. She was going through a lot, after all. Mu’hass shrugged, and let it go.

Oricon, next morning. Styrak woke up and stretched with a mighty yawn. He then sat up, bleary eyed, mumbling a good morning in the general direction of Bestia's side of the bed.  And then he turned, and Bestia wasn't there. Styrak shrugged, and reached out through the Force bond to know where she was, but to his surprise, he found a wall. She was hiding her presence, but he could tell she was no longer on Oricon. And then he realized: Bestia had gone off on her own, to exact her revenge.

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June-Sept Recs (10)

This is pitiful. I think I'm mostly re-reading older fic, so I don't end up with anything new to rec? Would you guys want recs of rereads? Re-recs?

✨Crash and Burn by Aureutr_Accoredge

Mandalorian | Din/Luke | Explicit | 315,000 words

There had been no Seeing Stone on Tython that Grogu could use to call for a Jedi. They had survived Gideon's light cruiser mostly by luck. And now Din Djarin is trapped between trying to resume his old life with Grogu in tow or facing what wielding the Darksaber truly means for him and his people. Mostly he just wants a nap. Luke Skywalker is looking for Jedi artifacts he can use to help build a curriculum for the school he seeks to create. Not that he knows where it will be. Or how to find pupils. But then he runs into a shiny stranger whose beskar armor makes him a null space in the Force. And he doesn't know who Luke is. Intrigued (and in need of parts to repair his ship), he Skywalkers his way into tagging along on the latest bounty.

Look, I'm pretty far gone on this ship so my judgment is super suspect, but 300K words and I still like a story? It has to be good. If I have to nitpick I can say I would've preferred a more splashy romantic ending but again - 300K words.

Worlds Apart by PepperPrints

Mandalorian | Din/Luke | Explicit | 69,000 words

Having safely delivered the Child, Mand'alor Din Djarin inherits the Darksaber, a ruined planet, and the burden of Moff Gideon's fate. That burden brings Din to the New Republic on Coruscant, where he's thrown into a shimmering world of galactic politics even less familiar to him than the planet meant to be his home. Din isn't the only one on Coruscant with his hands full of a once forgotten order - the Jedi is here too, and as their paths cross, Din will be forced to navigate both what's expected of him, and what he wants.

Din becomes the leader he's meant to be.

Stardust Legacies by Withercrown

Mandalorian | Din/Luke | Mature | 187,000 words

The child has found safety with the Jedi, but that doesn't mean the threat is over. What's left of the Empire is still hunting Force-sensitive individuals, and a not-so-chance encounter leads Din to some uncomfortable truths regarding his own nature. What does it mean to be both a Mandalorian and a Jedi, and what will that mean for the future of the galaxy?

This is a proper Star Wars novel. Cards on the table, I'm not at all interested in the wider Star Wars universe, so the whole ensemble was wasted on me. Great writing, made me buy jedi!Din which I didn't think was very probable.

✨Curtains by winterhill

James Bond | Bond/Q | Teen | 20,350 words

Indulgent domesticity. No real plot to speak of, just Bond and Q moving in together as friends after Q is targeted and his place burnt down, and slowly progressing to being a couple.

Frickin' perfect curtainfic.

Mercenary by BootsnBlossoms & Kryptaria

James Bond | Bond/Q | Explicit | 66,000 words

Five years ago, Commander James Bond of Her Majesty's Royal Navy left England in disgrace, escaping a court martial -- and what should have been a promising career in MI6 with Alec Trevelyan, his oldest friend. He becomes a mercenary, selling his military expertise to the highest bidder, though not once does he act against England or her interests. Now, new intelligence has possibly located Bond in the United States, and Alec is tasked with the mission to bring him back to MI6. But to do so will require a very unique type of field operative -- one Bond will never suspect. Enter Aidan Green, codename Q.

So satisfying.

a wall, a ceiling by Shinybug

Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | Mature | 3,770 words

“I hear you,” Geralt murmured, even though his ears were ringing. The distance between them, only a few yards, was an ocean. Jaskier held his traveling bag in his arms and his lute was strapped over his shoulder. He looked like a man with one foot already out the door. A confession, a realization, longing, and hope.

Nothing more romantic than a love confession.

louder than words by Shinybug

Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | Teen | 5,600 words

Geralt tries to apologize. Jaskier tries to listen.

Lovely tiny fix-it.

✨Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail by owlet

MCU | Bucky/Steve | Teen | 264,000 words

The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect

I'm probably the last person to have read this, but in case you've also been skipping it: It's very very good. I don't generally read pre-slash but I kinda didn't want the relationship in this to progress at all? Bucky had what he needed in Steve and I had what I needed as a reader. Devotion trumps sex, imho.

As Is by Arsenic

MCU | Clint/Phil | Explicit | 52,800 words

In a world where people are put on the market as commodities for all sorts of reasons, and SHIELD buys those who might be useful to them, Coulson makes what seems, at the time, to be an ill-advised purchase.

Hurt!Clint

Professional Front by Arsenic

MCU | Clint/Phil | Teen | 11,300 words

When Clint finds out Coulson has been secretly alive for some time and is now the director of SHIELD he's determined that he can be a professional about working with the man.

Coulson's back from the dead. Clint's not gonna let him die again.

Between the Personal and the Real by Arsenic

MCU | Clint/Phil | Explicit | 21,400 words

Clint knows how things work between principals and their obeisants. At least, he's always thought he does.

Forced into a slavery-ish contract

Been Looking At You Forever by torakowalski

MCU | Clint/Phil | Explicit | 18,880 words

Clint and Phil are friends. Friends who have sex. That’s all there is to it. Honestly.

This is cute!

They Say You Can't Put A Number On Love by torakowalski

MCU | Clint/Phil | Teen | 3,000 words

“Look,” Stark says. “I ran a simulation: attributes you have shown most interest in versus likelihood of success. It turns out that there’s a sixty-five percent chance that your type is Director Fury.”

SUPER cute!

stick together and see it through by torakowalski

MCU | Clint/Phil | Teen | 5,680 words

There are many places that Phil would rather be than stuck in a HYDRA base with Tony Stark.

Competent!Coulson, Tony & Phil friendship, so much cute.

I Could Live By The Light Of Your Eyes by nerdwegian

MCU | Clint/Phil | Explicit | 44,550 words

All Clint wanted was to get laid. (In which Clint meets a mysterious man who may or may not be named Phil, and accidentally stumbles into a big conspiracy where very few things are what they seem to be.)

Fun spy AU.

[sunderedazem]

Six Sentence Sunday!

Tagged by @should-i-say-it-like-a-spy! (hey, thank you!! I love stuff like this :D)

No-pressure tagging: @sith-shenanigans, @voiceofthetraveler, @jackalopey and @fenrisprime2003, if any of you would like to join in! :D

(This is Not Six Sentences b/c I am garrulous TRASH and ergo am terrible at keeping an idea encapsulated in that number of sentences)

Excerpt from the next WIP chapter of 'Crescent Moon Rising' - the Corrain-centric main fic of my Moonrise legacy!

Behind him, the soft crunch of boots on grass began suddenly, a faint eddy of the Force tickling lightly over the back of his neck. Reluctantly, he stirred, surfacing from the gentle current of warmth that was Tython’s presence in the Force, blinking the world back into immediate clarity.

“Good morning, Ranna,” he said softly, not bothering to look over his shoulder. The sound of crunching grass stopped for a moment- and then started again, the young woman sighing heavily as she stopped next to the boulder he sat cross-legged on.

“Good morning to you too, Jedi,” she greeted him in the same quiet tone of voice. “You’re up early.”

He smiled wryly, unfolding himself from his usual meditative pretzel and leaned back on both hands to look at the sunrise sky.

“Sleep decided to play hide-and-seek with me. I lost rather spectacularly,” he quipped. The comment pulled a hint of amusement to the young Matriarch’s face, her upper lip twitching in an effort to hide a returning smile. Then she sighed deeply, standing silent beside his chosen perch while they watched the sun break free of the lowest dips in the surrounding mountains. Corrain closed his eyes, resisting the urge to hum contentedly. It was a comfortable quiet - it would be a pity to break it.

[morganas-pendragons]

Willow | Din Djarin

life is a willow and it bent right to your wind.. 

long story short | no body, no crime | song #3: willow 

this got away from me, i am not sorry 

tags: @snippy-tano​ / @mackstrut​ / @majorshiraharu​ / @sacred-things​ / @wonderlandgabby​ / @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ / @roseofalderaan​ 

set during chapter 14

Din. 

His name still rolls around inside your head like the waves of a storm building over the ocean. It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming. He had bared himself, soul and all, for you to know the most intimate details of a life that no one else has had the privilege to know. 

But someone can only bend so far before they snap. 

Life is a willow and it bent right to your wind..

It should have been easy. You and Din had brought Grogu from Corvus to Tython so the baby could use the Force Conduit to call out to any of the remaining Jedi left in the galaxy. It was supposed to be a means that would further lead him to his people. 

And lead him further away from you and the man he called his father. 

  “What’s he doing on the magic rock?” Din questions skeptically.  

  “Entering a meditative state, you di’kut.” You reply, eyeing The Mandalorian who stands at your side as you both eye your child. Grogu was young in terms of his species. You knew that. Despite his limited experience with formal training during his time at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, his reach to the other remaining Jedi was remarkable. The field he’d created was impenetrable. You and Din couldn’t get through it. “It’s a conduit. A conduit that’s powerful, Din. We can’t get through it.” 

  “You can’t either?” Din asks. “You’re-You’re a Jedi too, you should be able to get through!” 

The desperation in his voice is palpable. Seeing Grogu in the midst of the act is forcing Din to realize just who his son is - how powerful he is, and how he is so far out of his depth right now - and that, eventually, he will lose him too. Just as he’s lost everyone else, and will inevitably lose you. 

  “Grogu.” 

It’s so hard not to fall in love with the man when he holds that beskar ball the baby loves to play with up between two fingers and gently calls out his name. Grogu has made it abundantly clear that he is a daddy’s boy and thus never fails to make his father laugh with the response he gives to his name. 

You’re too busy focusing on the fact that he made Din laugh to hear anything else. 

Din won’t lose you today. Not tomorrow, but someday. Men like Din Djarin don’t get happy endings, no matter how badly they want them. 

And as you sit there tucked into his side, head tilted upward towards a helmeted face that’s most likely beaming beneath the mask, you realize that this is where you’d like to spend the rest of your life. 

You and him. Him, when you had no one else. Sounds like the ideal happy ending. 

  “Until he’s done communicating to the other Jedi,” You reach down to the belt at your waist and remove one saber, then two, and ignite both blades as you peer over the side of the hill. “We have to protect the child.” 

The two of you take off down the hill. 

The more that you say, the less I know Wherever you stray, I follow

Over the treeline, Slave One lands in the clearing with Boba Fett and Fennec Shand on board. 

I’m begging for you to take my hand 

Wreck my plans 

That’s my man 

Din yanks you behind one of the largest boulders as a series of shots rings out. It’s most definitely the man who had landed the ship over the hill, and he seems interested in Din. “I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian.” He calls out, unaware of your presence as Din clamps his hand down harder on your mouth. 

  “Are you Jedi?” 

  “Are you kidding me?” You seethe through your Bond -which is always fun because Din is never expecting it - eyes narrowing in annoyance as you tilt your head upward to see if you can glance a peek at the newcomer. “Does everyone look Jedi to you?” 

The minute Din lets go of you, the newcomer removes his hood and you are greeted with a face you’ve seen multiple times before in your dreams from when you were younger: The same face that over a million soldiers for the Grand Army of the Republic had shared. 

  “Boba Fett?” 

That definitely catches the newcomer off guard. You’d only seen him in passing - only each other’s faces, never names -  since the last time you’d been on Tatooine, well before you’d met Din, but you had failed to mention to the Mandalorian that you had been part of the reason that Boba Fett had lost his armor to begin with. 

  “You.” 

***

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in

You’d give Boba Fett credit for his ingenuity. You had known upon meeting him that he was a talented bounty hunter, but he was lethal. You’d never in a million years anticipated him being so deadly in the face of storm troopers. 

Then again. He was a clone. 

As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring But there was one prize I'd cheat to win

  “If you were given the option, what would you cheat to win? What would be your prize for falling in love with him?” Cara had asked you idly when the two of you had returned to Nevarro. 

  “The best one. The one I already have.” You had murmured in reply. “His heart.” 

  “Din!” You yelled. The Mandalorian’s head snapped into your direction, wild and alert, as you rolled in front of him and held your sabers in an X formation. “Sword and shield!”

Din removes the second blaster from the holster against his thigh, and together the two of you mirror one of the very movements you had perfected with your clone troopers during The Clone War. You had been young.. but you remembered. 

The more that you say, the less I know Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand

When it’s evident that Boba and Fennec have control of the valley in which the Stormtroopers are trying to overrun them on, the two of you sprint back up the hill hand in hand to try and retrieve your child. 

Grogu is still in contact. The sight of him so at ease as he reaches out to the ends of the galaxy in search of another Jedi - one that is not you, because the person acting as his other parent cannot be the one to warn him against attachments - makes your heart ache because that ease is what he should know. What he should’ve been able to live on a world where the Empire wouldn’t try to hunt him down and slaughter him for simply being alive. 

Wreck my plans, that's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

  “Sarad!” Din yells. “It has to be you! I-I can’t-” The tips of his boots dig into the ground as he pushes himself forward, lifting each foot as he does, because Din is simply desperate enough to fight a cosmic stone. “I can’t-hold onto-him!” 

Life is a willow and it bent right to your wind... 

They count me out time and time again

You trudge forward. It’s so difficult to fight this, but you do. You trudge forward despite the pain, despite the gnawing fear that you won't be strong enough to retrieve your son, and with a bloodcurdling scream you push your hands through the field. 

Your fingers touch his robes before you’re thrown backwards and land right on top of Din. 

Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind

  “Sarad, please.” Din’s hands cradle your cheeks as your vision swims in and out, and your head is aching and you want to sleep but your child is in danger, the man you love is in danger, you cannot just- 

  “I’m here.” You murmur, pressing your aching forehead against that of his helmet as he slowly hoists you to his feet. “Life hasn’t broken me yet.” 

He’s so kriffing proud underneath the stupid beskar. Din only hopes you can feel it through the Force. 

Head dried with blood, you throw your hair over your shoulder and cast a look down into the valley. One saber ignites, and then two. 

Din watches your back as you both retreat back down the hill. What you both remain ignorant to is that the moment you turn around, Grogu disengages and the field dissipates. 

Your son lays his weary head to rest. 

*** 

Wait for the signal, and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Your heart aches for him. The minute that things seem like they’re starting to go right, a single shot rings clear from the sky and blows The Razor Crest to kingdom come. Your home. Grogu’s home. Din’s home. 

The Mandalorian doesn't say a word. He just stands there and breathes in the wake of the destruction. 

  “The kid!” 

You, Din and Fennec turn around and take off back up the hill to try and reach Grogu before whoever is coming above him. There are four of them - robotic in nature - and they are coming in fast. 

  “DIN!” 

Lungs heaving, blood pumping, heart pounding, your feet slam against the Earth as you use the Force to launch yourself in the direction of the baby-- only for him to be taken into the arms of the dark trooper as you make a less then graceful landing. 

Your knees give out beneath you as your face nearly collides with the rock beneath your hands. Gravel bites into your palms. You don’t care. 

They took your son.  

The more that you say, the less I know Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand

  “Grogu.” You whisper. Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you wish away the overwhelming feeling of tears that pool in your eyes - you’ve gotten alot more used to heartbreak since the genocide of the Jedi - and focus on the thrumming Force signature of the baby. “Stay safe, ad’ika.” 

You don’t dare tell Din the emotions that radiate from his tiny form. It’s not fear. It’s anger. 

When all is said and done, the three of you find yourself back in the ashes of The Razor Crests remains. Din sifts through until he comes up with an object, tiny and silver in nature, and you swear your heart drops into your stomach when he pockets it. Grogu’s ball. 

  “They took your son, Jedi.” Fennec murmurs, almost as if she can feel the way you are trying so hard to keep yourself composed, and lays a hand on your shoulder. It’s not the comfort you’d take from the man you love but it is more then enough. “You are allowed to grieve.” 

Wreck my plans, that's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow

As Din talks with Boba and Fennec, you disappear over the hill back in the direction of the rock and ignite your sabers. Jedi are not supposed to deal with their anger this way. You don't care. 

They took your son. 

The first one goes flying down the hill by control of your capable hand, arcing through a cluster of trees at its base until there is nothing left but smoldering limbs. 

You don’t care. 

They took your son. The son of you and Din. His son. 

I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

  “You abandoned me.” You whisper. When no one replies, you say it just a little bit louder and with alot more force- “YOU ABANDONED ME! After everything I did, after all I lost-” Images of your final days in the Jedi Temple flash before your eyes like the images of a holodrama played out frame by frame as you are forced to watch clones murder your teachers, your friends, your family..  

A hand comes up to clasp your own, stained in blood. 

A scream echoes down a empty hall. A gun fires. Clones shout orders at one another. 

A bloodied body collapses at your feet, lightsaber rolling from limp fingers. 

These images flood your mind until they dissipate like smoke and leave you in a shattered reality where you have again lost everything you care for. “You have the audacity to take him away from me?! Why?!” 

The Force hums in your ear. You see the clones who murdered your family, who killed your Master, all the clones you had been forced to kill because it was them or you. 

Just like right now, it was the child or you and din. They chose The Child. They chose the one who could barely defend himself. He was so innocent. So gentle. 

Why did the Empire have to ruin all the gentle things? 

You throw your arm as far as you are able and send the second saber in the same direction as the first one, using bloodied hands to guide the arc made between the two as they dissect the trees in half. “Have I not suffered enough?!”

I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

A small voice echoes in the wake of your anguish, “What about me?” Din asks through the vocoder and catches you so off guard that your sabers come soaring into the sky and disengage with a snap of your fingers before returning to your hands. The valley beneath you is nothing but ruin. How appropriate. “Have I not suffered enough, Sarad?” A pause before his trembling hands at his sides clench themselves into fists. Your eyes follow the defeat in his body language until your eyes are high enough that if the helmet were not on, you’d be looking directly into his own. “Have I not paid enough?” Din crosses the gap between you and lightly taps the beskar’gam. “Have I... have I not lost enough?!”  

It’s not like him to yell. Not at you. Not around you. 

Was the price not high enough? What else can they take from me?

Your lips quiver as you eye the man in front of you. Without uttering another word - and in spite of the tears that fall freely down your face - your gaze never tears away from his own as you remove his glove and link each finger, one by one, until your hands are linked. 

Then you lift them to your lips, unlike your fingers, and kiss each fingertip. 

  “You haven’t lost me.” Din wraps an arm around your waist to gently pull you into his hold, fingers curling around your hips as he peers at you through the visor. You can’t see his eyes, but you imagine there’s tears reflecting in them. 

  “I will. I lose everybody. That’s why I’m lone wolf, that’s why until I met you... I was always alone.” He laughs bitterly. “A Mandalorian and his ghosts. What a pair we make.” 

You wonder if Din’s ghosts are anything like your own, wearing the faces of the people who’d left you. Who'd sacrificed themselves for you. 

Life is a willow and it bent right to your wind... 

You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as he exhales shakily and rests his forehead against your own. Fennec and Boba are waiting for the two of you in Slave One, but they’re not in a rush. You have work to do in order to rescue your son from Moff’s Cruiser. 

As much as you hate it, the rescue of your child can wait for a moment if it means you can comfort Din. If Din can get to be human and grieve. He needs this moment so you can reassure him that no matter what The Empire - or the remnants of it - tries to take from him, you refuse to be a victim of it. You refuse to break. 

You won’t give them that satisfaction. 

  “You won’t.” You promise. “I belong to you. I am imprinted on you, Din. Heart,” You take one hand and press it against your chest, spreading his fingers over the pounding of your heart as you take your other hand to curl your fingers around the bottom of his helmet. You won’t lift it though. Not until he gives you permission. “Body, soul.” 

Those words ring in his mind as he takes his helmet off and allows it to clatter against the ground. The seeing stone looms behind him as his focus shifts away from that which has been taken from him, and that which is in front of him. 

You. 

  “We’re going to get him back.” You murmur against the shell of his ear as, for that sole moment, he allows himself a luxury he is so often denied. “We are going to bring our son home.”

Din’s face falls to your shoulder and he hides himself away from the world there. For that sole moment, he allows himself to be... human. 

What a luxury that a galaxy this one cannot afford him. What a luxury. 

Life is a willow and it bent right to your wind... 

[riajade01]

Six Sentence Whenever

@starrypawz tagged me over the weekend - thank you!

I don’t have any actual writing done yet for the next chapter, but I’ve been doing some worldbuilding re: the ancient Je’daii and how I want to adapt their history and philosophy for Reduced to Ash.

So, in canon, the Je’daii began when eight pyramid ships called to Force sensitive beings and ferried them through the galaxy to Tython, where a ninth ship waited. They settled Tython and devoted themselves to keeping a balance between light and dark side, and they were successful for a good 10,000 years. Canon has it that they didn’t really stray from Tython, but I’ve decided to add to the lore. 

I’ve decided there are nine world, including Tython, that have some sort of special resonance with the Force. Two are absolutely seething with the dark or light side (Korriban and Tython, respectively), three with light side “wells” (Tatooine - the warrior visits one while searching for Jaesa - Ossus, and Illum), three with dark side “wells” (Ziost, Nathema, and Honoghr) and one that is sort of a both/none situation: Myrkr. The planet itself seethes with the entire living Force, which is why vornskrs and other native fauna hunt using the Force, and why ysalimir and other prey animals have evolved traits to help hide them from it. For the indigenous life, the planet seethes in the Force. For visiting Force users, it is completely devoid (thanks to the ysalimir).

This is why later Force users gravitated toward certain worlds, even if they weren’t aware of the Force well per se. The Je’daii visited these planets and established enclaves, so there’s more archaeology out there for people to find.

What does this have to do with the overall story? Well, I want to expose Mara to the Je’daii code (she found part of an etching in Kittat on Illum), and I’m thinking that Vitiate needs to do something to these nine worlds in order to accomplish his sHoCkInGlY eViL pLaN. (Which is part of why he noms noms on Ziost.)

[azems-familiar]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython & Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Male Sith Warrior & Female Sith Warrior, Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython/Lord Scourge, Future Theron Shan/Male Sith Warrior, Kira Carsen & Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython & Lord Scourge, Orgus Din & Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython & Satele Shan, Male Sith Warrior & Jaesa Willsaam, Male Sith Warrior & Vette, Malavai Quinn & Male Sith Warrior, Kira Carsen/Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Female Sith Warrior/Original Character(s) Characters: Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython, Kira Carsen, Lord Scourge (Star Wars), Orgus Din, Satele Shan, Male Sith Warrior, Female Sith Warrior, Jaesa Willsaam, Vette (Star Wars), Malavai Quinn, Theron Shan, Tenebrae | Vitiate | The Sith Emperor, Darth Marr, Darth Baras Additional Tags: War, Codependency, Queerplatonic Relationships, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trans Male Character, Politics, Injury, Fall to the dark side, (not permanent), yes this is a swtor novelization, yes we combined our canons for this, yes we're insane, there'll be two others for troopers/agents and consulars/inquisitors so be ready, The Author Regrets Everything, actually we don't but you sure will, Oh also, Force Bond (Star Wars), Canon-Typical Violence, Child Soldiers, Slavery, Nonbinary Character, LGBTQ Character, so many of them, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Novelization Series: Part 1 of start a war Summary:

Lia Vhoss and J'lima Akarr have been inseparable since they were children. As two of the strongest Jedi the Order has seen in decades, all eyes turn to them when the Empire once again makes a move against the Republic and an ancient enemy threatens to destroy everything they hold dear. But in the race to protect their home, they might find themselves consumed- or worse, torn apart forever.

Born a slave to a Sith family, Vyl Kivan has never felt comfortable with the reality of life in the Empire, no matter how little his opinion matters even to his fellow slaves. When he's sent to Korriban to learn the ways of the Sith and apprenticed to one of the most dangerous Darths in the Empire, he'll have to decide if he values his morality over his newfound freedom- or his life.

Rheja has been Sith since she was eight, taken to train with students just as bloodthirsty as she had to learn to be. Years of Korriban have prepared her to be apprentice to one of the most cunning and dangerous Sith in the Empire—until that position is taken and she is apprenticed to Darth Marr instead, thrown into a new world of intrigue and backstabbing nothing could've prepared her for.

@ipreferfiction and i have done a thing! we have so many regrets. this is the first book (yes, book) in a swtor novelization that combines both our canons and is going to cover 6 of the 8 class stories (not doing bounty hunter or smuggler) and all the expansions (probably; we have plans for them, at least). the first four chapters of each of the class story focused fics are short prologues to establish the characters, and then we’re getting into the main stories (as well as some original stories that we’re very excited to tell). it’s going to be fun!

[swtorpadawan]

Ten Facts About Ulannium Kaarz

I wasn’t actually tagged to do one of these for Ulannium, but I started putting this together as a sort of case-study for him, and it seemed to make sense to do this. Tagging the following people just in case they want to do this for one of their own OCs: @raven-of-domain-kwaad @anchanted-one @actualanxiousswampwitch @grandninjamasterren @sullustangin @cyraniadebergerac @starrypawz @intheinkpot @voidendron @lanabenikosdoormat @dragons-bones @clifford-telegenic @cryo-lily

Fact One – Parentage and Early Childhood: Ulannium Kaarz was born on Coruscant, the son of Ishris Kaarz, his mother, a brilliant research scientist with a Republic pharmaceutical conglomerate, and Luncib Kaarz, his father, a marketing executive and lobbyist with the same company. Both of his parents were very affectionate, Ishits especially. Although she worked long hours, his mother always made time for her son at bedtime, first by singing him Mirialan lullabies, and later by reading to him, fictional stories at first but later more advanced texts such as scientific manuals. Years later, Ulannium would credit his mother’s efforts (and her genetics) with the development of his impressive intellect. By chance, Ulannium’s Force sensitivity was not discovered until he was already six years old. (Possibly a result of his mother’s interference in the screening process.) By then, he was already academically precocious in the extreme, devouring books far beyond his age-level. When he was selected by the Jedi and told he might one day gain access to the full wealth of the Jedi Archives, Ulannium was thrilled at the opportunity. Indeed, if he had an ambition at this point, it would have been to spend the rest of his life in the galaxy’s greatest library. Ulannium had a younger sister, Tharia, who was possibly even more curious about the universe than he. As she was four at the time, he regarded her as a pest who kept stealing his scientific holopads. When the Jedi tested her for Force-sensitivity, it came back negative, much to the relief of her parents who were already giving up a son.

Art by @theoasiswinds

Fact Two – Inspirations: One of my inspirations for the character of Ulannium is George Smiley from John le Carré’s Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. When he does finally confront someone, whether an enemy or even an ally whom he’s trying to persuade, he brings the full force of his intellect to bare on them, and people often find it as overpowering as a force of nature. Ulannium is remarkably proficient at understanding and analyzing most of the people he encounters, including some who others find enigmatic. (Such is the case with Corellan Halcyon. Ulannium understands the Hero of Tython far better than someone like Satele Shan, at least earlier in the story.) On the flip side, a select few people are something of a mystery to Ulannium, and throw him off entirely. (This was the case with Zenith.) Another character who inspired me was Vaegon Targaryen, a minor character from George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire. He could have done a hundred things, including becoming the King. He preferred his books, however.  

Fact Three – Growing up on Uphrades: To avoid potential contact with his family on Coruscant, the Jedi sent Ulannium to their small enclave on the agricultural world of Uphrades. It was a small training cadre; two semi-retired Jedi Masters and eight younglings. To discourage unhealthy attachments amongst the younglings, they were arranged on a tiered-age system. The oldest of the younglings would be around fourteen and would be considered on the precipice of their initiate trials to become Padawans. The next-oldest would be a year or two younger than the eldest, and so on down the line until the youngest child, who would be around four or five. With the age difference, it was hoped that the younglings would be less likely to adopt detrimental attachments to each other.

Fact Four – First Friendship: Two years after Ulannium arrived on Uphrades, the next youngling was sent. The younger child seemed untalented and almost Force-blind to Ulannium, who by then was already demonstrating an impressive sensitivity to the Force. But as the Masters were unwilling to give up on him yet, when he turned six, he was handed a training saber. Within a week, he had surpassed every other youngling in combat, even those twice his age. Within a year, no two initiates could match him. Even Master Sagottoh, once a Blademaster of the Order in his younger years, soon found himself pressed. This youngling - one age tier below Ulannium - was named Corellan Halcyon. When they first met, Ulannium himself thought the youngling was untalented and barely worth his notice. Later, when his martial capability manifested, Nowan Ko Detizu realized that Corellan needed Ulannium’s help to acclimate to the other children, most of whom were intimidated by the young firebrand. The bond the two developed would last them the rest of their lives. In recognition of this reality and her responsibilities, when Ulannium was ready to become a padawan, Nowan Ko’s report to the council would advise them not to assign the two to work together, which is why they were kept separated for the next eight years. Although they were both disappointed, both would ultimately conclude it had been the right thing to do.

Fact Five – Tragedy: When the Sack of Coruscant took place, Ulannium was still far away on Uphrades, reading a text on archaeology. He recalls feeling a deep sense of foreboding in the pit of his stomach, but as he was unable to determine what it was, he soon resumed reading. A few days later once the reports had come in, the Uphrades Masters regretfully informed him that his family had been killed during the attack when falling debris had collapsed on them on the street. The youngling showed little reaction at first, then finally announced his intention to head off to find solitude to meditate. The masters, decided that he needed time to process what had happened, let him. Corellan, recognizing that he needed friendship, pursued him and talked. [I may write about that encounter someday.]

Fact Six – Personality: One of Ulannium’s personality quirks is his tendency to answer a question with a question. This is sometimes a defensive mechanism, and sometimes simply a way to get an individual to rethink their position diplomatically. In the normal flow of conversation, he does this skillfully enough that people rarely even notice. He picked up this particular quirk from Master Nowan Ko Detizu, one of his mentors back on Uphrades. The Cathar Jedi taught him a multitude of simple techniques that aid him in his day-to-day life as a Jedi, diplomat and sometime political and military leader.

Fact Seven – Traits: By the time the class stories begin, Ulannium is already an expert in the fields of biology, archaeology, geology and history, and could probably have earned a master’s degree in any of those areas if given the time and inclination to do so. Although he was appropriately honored to meet the esteemed members of the Jedi Council, he was most excited to meet Gnost-Dural, as the Kel Dor had, by then, been named the Keeper of the Jedi Archives. Ulannium definitely has a strong interest – some might even say a passion – for ancient Force knowledge and would live in the Jedi Archives if he could. One of the most difficult decisions he ever faced was rescuing Laria Taphoni on Taris, effectively sacrificing the holocron the expedition team had found. In making his choice, Ulannium was guided by the principles of the Jedi code and recognizes that it was the correct decision, but nevertheless he had to meditate for a long while to process everything that happened. Although he recognizes that Rajivari’s teachings ran contrary to the Jedi code and had corrupted many ancient Jedi, Ulannium never quite forgot what he had learned of it. He wishes he had spent more time with the fallen Je'daii Master to learn where things had gone wrong.

Fact Eight – His Relationship with Nadia Grell: Ulannium doesn’t believe in concepts like “love at first sight”. But when he met Nadia, he generally became more protective of her innocence. Eventually, those feelings evolved into romantic impulses, but even in their early days together, he was somewhat distracted. That was one of the reasons he didn’t immediately pick up on Nadia’s force-sensitivity, which he would have normally understood right from the get-go. As a side note, his relationship with Nadia develops very differently in my story than in the game and does not progress until after she is Knighted almost three years after becoming his Padawan. As a fluffy note, To date, Nadia is the only person who has ever called him “Uli”. She’s usually discreet about the practice, but she did actually let it slip in front of Felix Iresso on one occasion. Ulannium was embarrassed, Nadia was aghast, and Felix was amused.

Fact Nine – Joining the Alliance: After Ulannium and the rest of the Ossus colony rejoined the rest of the galaxy (lining up with the Jedi Under Siege expansion from the canon story), he and Nadia became honorary members of the Eternal Alliance, with Ulannium serving as the Alliance’s liaison with the Council. The Council - when it eventually reformed - did not formally condone or condemn this relationship; they simply pretended that they didn’t know it existed, despite it becoming common knowledge by that point. [Note: This mirrors Revan’s post-KOTOR relationship with Bastilla in the “Revan” novel.] Far from being past his prime after joining the Eternal Alliance, Ulannium achieved some of the most impressive efforts of his career as the Alliance’s top diplomatic negotiator, writing much of the treaty that Corellan and the Alliance would eventually sign with the Galactic Republic. But arguably the most impressive feat of his career was the negotiation of the Treaty of Alderaan, a pact that ended nearly twenty years of civil war and internal discord. Leading the Alliance’s diplomatic corps, one of Ulannium’s top deputies would be the Killik Joiner and former Imperial diplomat and Intelligence operative, Vector Hyllus. Ulannium learned a great deal of respect for Hyllus and his capabilities, which was reciprocated by the Joiner.

Fact Ten - His Legacy: Some years joining the Alliance, he and Nadia had their first child: Maykia Ishris Kaarz. She is named for both of her grandmothers; Maykia on Nadia’s side and Ishris on Ulannium’s. She’s a couple of years younger than Bela and Tasiele, who are friends of hers who I’ve spoken about elsewhere. Her childhood was complicated to say the least, but she eventually fully joined the Jedi order on her own terms as she began adulthood. She wields a double-bladed lightsaber as her mother did, albeit she’s not a true Jedi Shadow. [Note: Maykia is part of the “Future Halcyon Legacy” I’ve been putting together. ]

Thousands of years later, Teela Kaarz, one of Ulannium’s descendants, would be conscripted to work on the construction of the Death Star. Teela and a group of Rebel recruits fled the doomed space station before it exploded. [Novel: Death Star ]

Thank you for reading!

[treescape]

WIP Challenge

WIP Challenge 😁❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍❤😁🤩🤩  Rules: tell us the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them. Then tag five other writers.

Thank you so much to @outpastthemoat for the tag! <3 <3 <3

I wasn't kidding the other day when I said I have 36 files in my In Progress folder 😅 So I'm not going to post all of them. I'm leaving out quite a few shorter prompt fills I'm working on, a few I haven’t actually gotten past the daydreaming stage for yet, as well as a few that I really don't know how I'll move forward on.

Details below the cut, since it's long. Please note that some fics are E rated. Fics are divided by pairing (obikin, dinluke, quiobi, and other/gen)

Feel free to ask me about any of these by the way--I love talking about fic!

obikin/vaderwan

eastwest

Anakin was raised a Sith, Obi-Wan a Jedi. Vader is cursed to never be able to show his face until a Jedi comes to love him. After Vader kills his Master the Emperor, he puts out a demand: one of the Jedi must come to him or he will destroy the few who remain.

Obi-Wan, naturally, sacrifices himself.

This is basically a mix of East of the Sun and West of the Moon, Beauty and the Beast, Cupid and Psyche, and Hades and Persephone. I've posted a small snippet on tumblr here.

This will be a longer, chaptered work, which I won't start posting until I've finished game plan.

exhaustion habits

For a prompt for the lines “Come on, now, Master, I couldn’t possibly carry you with more dignity” and “Obi-Wan had known exhaustion with a brutal intimacy for years” from my phone notes prompts. Order 66 doesn’t happen, and the Republic wins the war. Now that the war is over, however, Obi-Wan is so used to running on nothing but fumes that he finds it difficult to sleep if he's anything less than flat out exhausted. Since he still has to run himself ragged before he can rest, he thus keeps falling asleep in the most random places. Anakin is determined to do something about it.

game plan (chapter 2)

The second chapter of my fic in which Anakin was raised a Sith, Obi-Wan a Jedi, and they keep meeting during the Clone Wars. This was meant to be a more lighthearted Vaderwan fic than I usually write and I'm really loving it so far. There will be five chapters total, and I have them all pretty well planned out--I just need to work my way through my writing anxiety and finish them! In this second chapter, Vader has captured Obi-Wan (again) and is taking him back to his ship--but their shuttle has a bit of a malfunction and they're stranded. I've posted two brief snippets on tumblr, here and here.

light of day

The companion piece to dreamfield; Vader finds Obi-Wan on Tatooine, as suggested by my friend Scruffy! I've posted a snippet of this on tumblr here.

in darkness and light

My soulmates AU in which Anakin is raised a Sith and Obi-Wan a Jedi (are you…seeing a pattern here??? 😂) I’ve posted two brief snippet of this on tumblr, here and here! This will be chaptered, and I won’t be starting to post it until after game plan is done.

to have and to hold (part 5)

This is the fifth part of to have and to hold, for a prompt in which Obi-Wan and Anakin first sleep together. My lips are sealed as to the rest.

to have and to hold (part 6)

For a prompt in which Obi-Wan makes a misstep—and Anakin unknowingly comforts him.

to have and to hold (part 7)

For a prompt wanting to know a bit more about Bail and the twins. Obi-Wan learns some information he wishes he didn’t know—because if he doesn’t know it, he can never accidentally share it.

untitled omega!Obi-Wan

This for a prompt that asked for more in the unexceptional timing world! It will be a prequel (or can also be completely standalone). Obi-Wan, after all, has to get pregnant somehow 👀 I've posted a small snippet on tumblr here.

untitled prompt

For a prompt for the line "I'm sorry but.. Who are you?" Obi-Wan and Anakin are undercover. Shenanigans ensue! 👀

dinluke

nightmares (working title)

Din and Luke have just recently gotten together, but Luke never wants to spend the full night with Din. Luke finally confesses to Din that he has nightmares that he’s afraid of disturbing Din with. This is a big of an angstier piece than I normally do for dinluke, delving a bit into the PTSD that both Din and Luke experience.

stars shine down (on us and our love) (chapter 3)

The third chapter of my dinluke romcom, in which Leia hires Luke a bounty hunter to help out at his Jedi academy. In chapter 3, we move back to Luke's point of view the morning after Din first arrives on Yavin IV. I’m quite late getting this one done--I’m sorry! 😣

teach me (to know you) (chapter 2)

I am still planning to write this 😅 It picks up pretty much immediately after chapter 1 and is, uhh, very spicy.

untitled political au

Luke and Din are both senators. Luke was raised in politics, Din didn't even run for office and was elected because so many people put his name as a write in because they love him so much. Din and Luke fall in love around long and grueling committee meetings.

quiobi

all roads lead

Qui-Gon’s gone missing and the Council believes him to be dead. Obi-Wan refuses to believe it—and is determined to find him. I’ve been working on this for almost a year now and am hoping to finish it in the next couple of months!

 beyond the greystone walls

The second part of my QuiObi Witcher AU. In this ‘verse, Qui-Gon is a Witcher who refuses to actually kill monsters, and Obi-Wan is a Sorcerer. In this specific part, Qui-Gon learns that Obi-Wan is being held captive and goes to rescue him—only to learn he’s ruined Obi-Wan’s undercover mission. Whoops.

  legends and stars (chapter 2)

The second chapter of my imperial au, which is a secret santa gift for chibiobiwan. Palpatine came to power about twenty years before he does in canon; Obi-Wan becomes an Imperial officer instead of a Jedi, but keeps hearing rumours about the rebel leader Qui-Gon Jinn. This will be 5 chapters and an epilogue, and my goal is to get it all wrapped up in the next couple of months. The second chapter picks up right where the last one left off, with Obi-Wan having just landed on Tython.

 The Trials and Tribulations of Master Kenobi, Gentleman (chapter 2)

The second chapter of my QuiObi Regency AU! Which I am still working on! I swear! This fic will be four chapters, of which only one is posted. In the first chapter, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan met in the library of their gentleman’s club. Now, it’s time for Obi-Wan to go home to his family estate of Stewjon for the summer. When he arrives, it’s to learn that his family is in a tizzy about their new neighbour, Master Skywalker—whose best friend and advisor is currently staying with him. I wonder who that is.

untitled

This is for a university AU prompt! I adore university AUs! In this one, we have Professor Kenobi--and Qui-Gon, who has gone back to school many years after his first degree to complete a second. Professor Kenobi just wants to finish the conference paper he has to give in a few days. Why are all the books he needs signed out of the library, when he hasn’t even assigned these poets on his syllabus? Who is reading his damn poets? And can he, like...marry them?

other/gen

a beautiful day in the senate

A Clone Wars, Qui-Gon lives AU! This one is Qui-Gon & Ahsoka gen. Qui-Gon has business at the Senate--and why not take his great-grand padawan along with him so they can spend the day together? Alas, their quiet day out turns into a bit of a catastrophe when there’s disaster in the Senate. I’ve posted a brief snippet of this here.

snowblooms

My top secret Codywan fic 👀 It involves books. And slowly falling in love.

untitled

A post-Wild Space Bail & Obi-Wan gen fic which I am super excited about. It’s a 5 times fic—based on a line in the book where Bail thinks of Obi-Wan: “And best of all, I don’t have a single thing he wants. How often do I meet someone who wants nothing from me?” So it’s five times Obi-Wan actually did want something of Bail—but the thinks are things like, he wants Bail to have survived order 66 etc. I just love their friendship so much.

Tagging (with absolutely no pressure to do this!) @tessiete , @acatbyanothername93 , @antheiasilva , @darkisrising , @xeniaraven !!!

[dragonheart-swtor]

Welcome Home

Summary: In which Eris and Vector come home, and Jedi Knight Garen'ishta gets to see a new side of the Alliance Commander - if only for a moment. Just a fluffy one-shot.

Tags: No Archive warnings apply, Vector/F!Imperial Agent, established relationship, fluff, just tooth-rotting fluff honestly

Find me on AO3 at Dragonheart37

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Eris glanced over at Vector as the Phantom came down through Odessen's atmosphere. He was sitting forward in his seat, black eyes wide as he scanned the landscape below. When he caught her watching, he broke out in a smile. “We knew it would be green, we smelled the trees on you, but... it looks almost like the lower reaches of Alderaan.” He pressed a hand to the glass of the window. “It looks like home.”

“It's not the nest,” she replied softly, “but I hoped you'd like it.”

Vector chuckled. “Anywhere is a good place to be, as long as we're beside you,” he promised, taking her hand for a moment to press a kiss to her knuckles. “And this is a good place to make a home.”

“It is,” she agreed, smiling back at him. She raised her hand to point. “Look – there's the base. It's not very visible until you're close; we designed it that way on purpose. We built it from the bedrock up.”

She took the Phantom in a wide circle around the base, letting Vector get a good look while she messaged ground control. The benefits of taking her own ship – her personal bay was always open.

“I'll show you everything,” she promised as she locked the landing gear and stood, taking his hand and squeezing it tight. “I think you'll like it. We designed it so people from both sides would be forced to intermingle while still having enough spaces they could get away on their own, to help encourage bonding and minimize hostilities between ex-Pubs and ex-Imps. Our quarters are placed so it's more or less equally easy to get to all the major facilities in the base. The cantina is -” He'd broken out into a grin at some point as they walked down the ramp to the dock. “What?”

“Our quarters,” he said, still grinning. “You said our quarters.”

Eris scoffed a laugh, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Of course 'our' quarters. You're my husband. I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch, metaphorically or literally.”

“We know. We've missed you, that's all.” His eyes sparkled with laughter and love as he squeezed her hand back. “You were talking about the base design.”

Garen spotted them walking up from the Commander's personal ship – the Commander and a man Garen could only assume was her husband, from the way Erisine was smiling at him.

And what a look it was. It stopped Garen in her tracks; Lana paused as well to just watch them for a moment. Garen had never seen Erisine like this. Her fingers were interlaced with those of the man beside her, free hand gesturing in the air as she talked. Her smile lit up her entire face and demeanor, like someone who had found a joy long forgotten in the world. There was no reserve there, no hidden layers of subtlety like usual, no calculations of every degree of smile or frown and how it would be seen by others – just a simple woman with a decade's worth of tired years washed off her face, grinning unashamedly at the man she so very clearly loved with all her heart. And he looked back at her the same way, listening to her talk with clearly rapt attention, eyes fixed solely on her even though many would have been caught up in seeing the wild beauty of Odessen for the first time.

All Garen could come up with was a quiet, “Wow. I – I don't think I've ever seen the Commander smile like that.”

Lana made a soft noise of agreement next to her, though she sounded less surprised. When Garen glanced over, the Sith was smiling too, as if relieved to see the Commander so happy. “It's been a long time.”

Erisine made it another few steps before she caught sight of them standing at the top of the path. She broke off mid-sentence to recompose herself – funny, Garen had never gotten to actually watch the emotional mask go on, and now it was the Alliance Commander approaching them rather than Erisine Ganne. Still smiling, but quieter, more controlled. “Garen'ishta, Lana,” she greeted them. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything's fine,” Lana assured her, raising a hand to stall the worry. “We just wanted to meet you and make sure everything went all right on your end.” She nodded to the man standing next to the Commander. “Hello, Vector. It's good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” he replied. “We hear you've been a great help to Eris over the past few years. Thank you for that.”

“And this is Jedi Master Garen'ishta, the Hero of Tython,” the Commander said, redirecting Vector's attention. “Garen, Vector Hyllus. My husband.”

For all her skill at masking, she couldn't help but smile a little brighter again as she said the word husband and looked up at him. Garen nodded to him as well – Human, or at least mostly, aside from solid black eyes Garen couldn't deny were a little unnerving. Vector nodded back to her, and his smile softened his eyes a little. “It's nice to meet you,” she said brightly, offering a hand to shake and then thinking better of it and offering the other so he wouldn't have to let go of the Commander's hand to take hers.

He noticed, if the twitch of laughter at the corner of his lips was anything to go by, but didn't comment as he shook her hand. “And you as well, Master Jedi.”

She made a tired noise in the back of her throat. “Oh – please, Garen. I get enough of the 'Master Jedi' stuff from everyone else. I think you qualify as part of the inner circle by association.” She grinned at the Commander.

“Very well. Garen, then.”

Erisine squeezed Vector's hand. “I was going to show Vector the base. Unless you've scheduled some council meeting directly on top of my plans, Lana?” She arched an eyebrow, smile quirking to one side.

Lana chuckled. “I thought you might want a few hours to yourselves. I have reports for you, of course, but nothing urgent. I'll send them to your quarters for you to review at your leisure. And I have a meeting of my own to get to, if you'll excuse me.”

Garen watched her go, then realized abruptly she should probably make her own excuse to leave them alone. “Oh. Yes. I'll – be in the Force enclave, if you need me?” she tried.

Erisine nodded. “Of course. Are your lessons with Darth Nox going all right?” Garen hesitated, glancing at Vector, and Erisine added, “Vector knows the basics. Whatever I'm allowed to know, assume he is as well unless told otherwise.”

Garen flicked a lek at that, but decided it probably wasn't her place to question it. “Okay. Yeah, it's – it's going. There's a lot Nox is still learning too, and it's not like he's especially cooperative, but we're figuring it out. It's easier for me to block him out now when I want to, even if I can't hold it very long.”

“That's good. I'm glad.” Erisine raised a hand. “I shouldn't keep you. Thank you for coming to meet us.”

“I'll see you around,” Garen promised, then couldn't help but add a cheeky grin and a “Have a nice night, you two!” before turning and jogging back toward the main building.

If Eris reacted, Garen didn't see or feel it, but she heard Vector laugh as she made her escape, which was good enough for her.

[consulaaris]

20 first lines meme

challenge: list the first lines of your 20 latest fanfics

ty for the tag dani ( @lavampira !) i’m not tagging anyone myself, but if any one feels so inclined pls feel free to say i tagged you ~

(this is mostly wips because i’ve only recently really gotten back into writing again oops ajjsjskks. i also cheated on some of the really old pieces bc my writing quality sure was inconsistent then so i picked the ones i liked best <3)

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star light, star bright- wip [shepherds of haven, rhiannon/red]

Falling is a strange thing, Red decides.

Falling in love is more so.

He’d never meant to fall, not really; it had just happened, as natural as breathing.

these bloody hands of mine- wip [shepherds of haven, rhiannon/red]

Rhiannon has always thought that a fight is a bit like a dance- it’s a hael of a lot less poetic than you’d think

untitled “recruits fic”- wip [shepherds of haven, humor + some rhiannon/red]

It all started with a joke.

Just a little joke.

Really all Cybele had wanted to do was get under Captain Vasi’s skin a bit.

untitled “letters fic pt 1”- wip [shepherds of haven, rhiannon/red]

Rhiannon has never been one to give in easy, so when the boy across the classroom from her begins making odd gestures in an attempt to get her attention, she pointedly ignores him.

untitled - wip [the wayhaven chronicles, sebastian/adam]

There are many ways that Adam could describe the detective, but “vulnerable” has never been one of them. Not until now.

all he sees is red - wip [swtor, rysandor riel]

They’d come to him in whispers, in the shadows after he’d sought them out- he still doesn’t know their names. Doesn’t want to.

untitled “eren meets montaro”- wip [swtor, tey’erenet’hilar & montaro xinosi]

One of the hardest things, Ereneth thinks, is finding a place to sleep. This time he’s found himself amid the maze of pipes surrounding a factory on the lower levels of the city, hoping- foolishly- that maybe it’d be warmer there.

blood on her fists - wip [swtor, fex araiya]

Alderaan is beautiful. From the vibrant greenery that sparkles with frost to the lovely architecture painting the skyline, it’s a picture that Fex wishes she could keep safe in her mind forever.

untitled - wip [swtor, theron/ereneth]

Rain pitter-patters in a gentle rhythm on the tent roof, and the inside- warmly lit by a small lamp- is cramped but rather cozy with a small cot and desk. Ereneth sits on the edge of the cot, leaning over slightly with his teeth gritted as behind him Theron dabs some more antiseptic ointment onto a cloth.

ice in her bones [shepherds of haven, rhiannon vasi]

Frost lurks in her veins, burns the back of her throat more than any flame ever could. She wakes- disjointedly, jerking upwards into a halfway sitting position- to a deep, aching cold that encompasses her entire body in a manner that’s oh-so-bitterly familiar.

flickering in the night [shepherds of haven, rhiannon/red]

It’s not unusual for Rhiannon to have trouble sleeping (or rather, avoid it to escape the nightmares).

prompt fill - [swtor, blaire/jorani]

The air on Nar Shaddaa is unusually chilly tonight, and Blaire shivers a little despite the borrowed jacket wrapped around her shoulders. Leaning into her girlfriend helps, though. At least she’s warm

empty gold - [swtor, blaire myrrho]

Nar Shadaa is a planet of contradictions. It’s vibrant and wild yet strangely empty; as much a world of dead ends as opportunities. Extravagance and squalor are separated only by the thin veneer of flashing lights, and greedy Hutts make power plays they’ll never see the consequences of- it’s a planet run by money, and Blaire can’t help but love it even as she hates it.

whisper, whisper [swtor, cassian/rina]

The night is dark, and it should be cold.

Cass doesn’t think he’s ever felt warmer.

a pause, a breath [swtor, cassian lok & allora vin]

It’s a quiet night on Tython, with the stars shining almost painfully clear amidst the dark sky. They’re tiny pinpricks of light; of hope. Sometimes Allora wishes she could lose herself among them.

prompt fill [swtor, allora/karis - no longer entirely canon tho]

It’s another night where she finds herself in Allora’s rooms, and Karis really isn’t quite sure what she’s doing with herself anymore. She’s not even entirely sure how this whole affair started.

and so it echoes through the force [kotor, revan & jedi exile - VERY rough piece that i need to rewrite bc i cranked the whole thing out in like 3 days with minimal editing ahsjsjjsk i love the basis of it tho]

Sometimes, a story is best told in pieces.

After the battle at the enclave she was tired, streaked with dirt and blood and who-knows-what else and wanting little more than to lie down in this exact spot and sleep for the next decade. But of course that wasn’t about to happen.

prompt fill [kotor, asheli(revan)/canderous]

The marble is cold on her bare feet as she stands before the window, staring out at all of the lights and bustle of Coruscant at night. As always there is a whirl of activity, a sense of frantic movement and machinery that she cannot seem to escape- truly, it is the city that never sleeps.

prompt fill- [swtor, jastrith polaris - many details of this have changed, but i still like the piece]

The world is made of blood. It is the sharp metallic tang in her mouth, the crack of the overseer’s whip, the torn tips of her fingers scrabbling at rock in a vain attempt to find something- anything- that may buy her a few more days of life.

prompt fill - [kotor, katyan(exile)/atton]

As she stumbled out of the shyrack caves, Katyan was blinded by the light. It was hard to measure the passing of time beneath that dark earth, so she had little notion of how long she’d been under there. Every breath hurt, every step was agony.

[anchanted-one]

Mandalorian Season 2 Ep 6 spoilers. True spoilers this time, be warned that I am actually talking plot and naming names here.

It was nice seeing Boba again. And he's deadly in that armor, Cobb Vanth for all his Oliphant-Ness couldn't get it working at a tenth of the potential that Boba did.

Also, I don't understand the timeline. Fennec was shot and left to die in S1, and that was the latest when Boba was confirmed as active. He has a ship and a lot of time both before and since then. Why didn't he get to Vanth and his armor first? Why did he rescue Fennec if he was going to wait a whole... How long has it been between the Gunslinger and the Marshall again? Months? Almost a year? Greef aged a lot, his world changed a lot, so I'm sure it's been that long... He waited that long to swoop in and reclaim it.

And they came in at precisely the right time to be of help to Din. Without them, Din would be stranded and alone on a strange world (why did they come to Tython again?)

RIP Razor Crest. I couldn't believe they'd take out a ship after making it a signature vessel. It would be like destroying the Falcon. Or the Ghost.

The Dark Trooper

I am not looking forward to Mayfeld (and possibly Xian) again...

Aaaargh this episode was too fast. Waaaaaaay too fast. And we know why: this season can only have so many episodes. But the solution to that is obvious.

If they'd cut out the frog episode and the side trip home where Don's ship was tagged, maybe getting the Crest tagged when he meets Bo, they might have had more time. Instead they're having to scramble around.

Instead, they got us to Tython, which had me so hyped... But then explored nothing on it. All we saw was that one peak. No Temple ruins, no statues.

The grand unveiling of the Dark Troopers was boring too.

And of course, no Jedi incoming either.

Also, it's so much fun to see Grogu tossing Stormtroopers around... Reminded me of Starkiller. But the obvious darkness in the kid is a little alarming.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Kanan Jarrus & Ahsoka Tano, Morai & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Bendu (Star Wars), Morai (Star Wars), Grogu | Baby Yoda, Din Djarin Additional Tags: Guilt, The World Between Worlds (Star Wars), BAMF Ahsoka Tano, Ahsoka Tano Needs a Hug, Ahsoka Tano Lives, Ahsoka Tano is a Sibling to the Clones, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Planet Tython (Star Wars), Quote: The Force works in mysterious ways, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Brother-Sister Relationships, The Mandalorian (TV) Season 2, Grief/Mourning Summary:

After her battle with Vader with no path for her in sight, Morai and the force guide Ahsoka to the seeing stone on Tython where she may chose her own path, and eventually encourage another to do the same.