#Tis baby and looks like yoda

[voidartisan]

Welp. It's the end of the semester again, so...

Jedi Council (& Co.) as Things That Have Been Said in My Classes or Apartment

(very long post incoming)

Mace: Obviously this is God's favorite dinosaur

Plo: I will pardon the mime

Obi-Wan: If God punches you in the face, then you deserved it.

Shaak Ti: Did you just misgender my plant?

Sasee Tiin: Never give up on your dreams kids, but remember to lower your expectations.

Obi-Wan: Bless his FLIPPIN' soul

*During a training exercise* Mace: Do you have a girlfriend? Fives: No Mace: Well today you do Fives: Awesome, thank you

Obi-Wan: I'm running on happy thoughts and ibuprofen and I'm running out of both

Plo: Would you like to jaywalk with me?

Even Piell: You're going places, kid. Maybe jail.

Yoda: Willing to steal another, I am

Mace: You know what the best way to avoid Alzheimer's is? Caleb:...exercise? Mace: Die young

Shaak Ti: I'm not sure I would trust anyone with my baby. Especially not a man in tights.

Plo: Last time I got in trouble for using the word "quirky." Ahsoka: No, you got in trouble for applying it to the Trade Federation

Kit Fisto: I'm really glad that oranges are one of the foods that have peels. I mean, look at this thing. If it were just left on the tree it would be unusable. I'm kind of surprised more things don't have peels. Depa: I don't know, I feel like a lot of foods have peels Kit: Kit: Oh maker, you're right. This is blowing my mind. Name one food without a peel. Depa: Doritos Kit: You got me there

Ahsoka, struggling with homework: Brains are hard. Yoda: Hrm. Squishy, I thought they were.

Kit, sitting down between Anakin and Padme: Forget leave room for Jesus, leave room for Kit. Every relationship could use a little more Kit.

Depa: Welp. Made direct eye contact with THAT person out the window

Plo: Would you like to be my adopted daughters? Trace: I mean...sure? Plo: Great! You're in.

Anakin, picking a piece of strawberry up off the floor: Do I have to throw this away now or can I just rinse it off and eat it? Ahsoka: I think that's up to you. Obi-Wan: Risk-reward, Anakin. It's just a piece of strawberry. Anakin: Risk *pops strawberry into mouth* Obi-Wan: THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT MEANS

Quinlan: What the fo' shizzle is goin' on in the House of the Commons my dude?

Mace: There's something about putting artichoke on pizza that feels...unethical

Anakin: You're crazy Obi-Wan: I respect your choice Anakin: I don't

Depa: My onion is growing another onion Mace: Congratulations, you're a grandmother

Kit: It ended in a dance party. All the best movies end in dance parties, like Shrek, Shrek 2---

Mace: I am suspicious of the powders

Oppo Rancis: I can't think of his name. There was this senator, he lied and cheated his way into office--- Obi-Wan: Which one?

Depa: I put so much garlic in this it's hurting my eyes. I can't wait to eat it.

Obi-Wan: I'm having an existential crisis. Yoda: *plays Dancing Queen by ABBA*

#i was ahsoka in one of these see if you can guess which one #sw #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #depa billaba #yoda #oppo rancis #mace windu #sasee tiin #even piell #kit fisto #quinlas vos #plo koon #ahsoka tano #trace martez #fives #shaak ti #caleb dume #jedi council

[foxykatie425]

No one asked, but here are my hopes for a third and final Jedi game…

Things I want:

• A reason for the characters not to be involved in the OT. My prediction is that Cal will be forced to destroy the compass to keep the colony on Tanalorr safe from the Empire, leaving them stranded with no way out of the Abyss, but having a small but thriving settlement with everything they need to survive. And then some day, after the Empire falls, some other Jedi (whether it be Luke, Ahsoka, Ezra, whoever!) will have to go on a mission to reach them and reconnect them with the galaxy.

• Kata training with the Force. Most likely she’ll be trained by Cal as a Jedi, but there’s a chance Merrin could also be teaching her some Nightsister magick. I’m looking forward to Kata being a fully fleshed out character.

• Declarations of love. I guess technically we got a little of that in Survivor, but both of them have yet to actually use the L-word! And I think we’d all scream at an “I love you” “I know” moment!

Things I don’t want:

• A Merrical baby. As much as it would make my shipper heart happy, there are two reasons I don’t want this. Firstly, introducing another kid would take the attention (and by that I mean the audience’s attention) away from Kata, who has yet to really have her time to shine. And secondly, it would probably contribute to the next thing in this list I don’t want…

• Threats on his family pushing Cal to the dark side. At least in a super blatant way. I’m fine with Cal struggling with the dark side, and given the way Survivor ended I’d say it’s almost necessary. (Although, I can’t see him falling completely, that would not be a very satisfying ending to his arc.) What I don’t want is Cal dabbling in the darkness in the name of protecting his family. First of all, let’s not prove the Jedi Order right! Second of all, we’ve had that story in Star Wars before! More than once! Of course, that was one of the big reasons for Anakin’s fall, but we even had that in Survivor with Bode! And while comparisons between Cal and Bode might seem poetic, they would be a lot more poetic if Bode was still alive. Obviously everything that happened still affects Cal, but from a storytelling perspective, you can’t really expect the audience to draw parallels between two characters if one never appears on screen. Case in point: Cal and Trilla shared a lot of interesting parallels in Fallen Order, but Trilla is only mentioned in Survivor once, and it’s in passing. But if Cal started doing unscrupulous things to protect his family, he would very quickly be reminded of Bode and stop himself from making the same mistakes. (Besides, lest we forget, Merrin doesn’t need protecting!)

• Cal dying. (And not just because I want him and Merrin to have the first true happily ever after in Star Wars.) It’s always the looming threat in anything set before the OT, especially with Jedi. I mean, never mind Yoda’s declaration to Luke in ROTJ that “the last of the Jedi will you be” because that’s already been proven false in pretty much every way; I’m fine with assuming that, believe it or not, Yoda may not have known everything! However, Cal has made himself a pretty high-profile Jedi in the eyes of the Empire, and one would logically assume that if he was around during the OT, Luke would have sought him out. Thus we once again run into the question of “doomed prequelitis.” Rogue One played this trope completely straight. Rebels mostly did not, but notably the two major Jedi characters were both removed from the equation. One in the form of death, and the other in the form of semi-voluntary intergalactic exile! (Of course there’s the loose thread that is Ahsoka, but there are lots of plausible ways to keep her out of the OT, so we’ll save that discussion for another day.) My point is the status quo that is established at the end of Survivor would not keep Cal and company off of Luke’s radar. They are still involved with the Hidden Path, which presumably would have ties with the larger Rebellion, and they would surely keep doing that as long as they are able. However, killing off Cal would be the easy way out in terms of storytelling. Even if his death was some kind of heroic sacrifice, it would once again be a story we have already seen many times in Star Wars. It would be lazy, repetitive writing, and with the time capsule that is Tanalorr, it does not need to be that way. All we need is a reason that they can’t leave Tanalorr and a reason no one can go in after them. Hence why I think the last compass will be destroyed!

Obviously these are just some overarching ideas for what I think the third game should look like and have little to do with gameplay or any kind of specific plot. I’ll leave that to Respawn! 😉

#jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #merrical #bd 1 #greez dritus #kata akuna #tanalorr

[ooops-i-arted]

It's the last day of June but I have one more post in me for @jedijune but it's a little different. The goal of Jedi June is to appreciate the Jedi, but this time I'm appreciating them in a more meta sense.

I saw Attack of the Clones in 2002 as a wee lil preteen and as soon as I laid eyes on the Jedi, I instantly wanted to be one. I wanted a cool lightsaber and space adventures like many a kid, of course. But I was also hitting those awkward teenage years and all that comes with it and I had no words for it, but I knew I was experiencing it different than my peers. I only heard "gay/queer" as an insult or an opportunity to be bullied or even murdered. I wouldn't hear "asexual" until after college. But I knew that more than anything I wanted to imagine being a Jedi because then I would never have to get married. (Also: they had girls. My sister and I watched the AotC VHS over and over and over again and memorized every single frame that had Aayla and Shaak Ti and Bultar Swan and Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee. Even though you had to be a thin, pretty girl, girls still got to be Jedi.)

And on top of all of that, I was supposed to be too old for toys but I still wanted to make stories. So I took my happy ass and my allowance money to Borders and bought this:

This, here, is Baby's First Fanfiction and Fanart. I wouldn't fall in love with LotR until January 2003. So this is where I got my start as a writer and artist of characters. (I drew all the time since I could hold a pencil, but mostly dinosaurs and animals.) I loved writing and drawing before, but it was the Jedi that first catapulted me into what I've become as a fan artist and fanfic writer now.

So for fun I dug out Baby's First Jedi OCs and decided to draw them with twenty-one more years of art skills:

For a little background, 2002 Preteen Me had a Very Grand Plan of writing a novel, submitting it to Lucasfilm, and getting it published. It would be about Derran Kanis, My Most Wonderful Jedi OC and her life and her adventures, and the very last scene would be choosing her Padawan, whose final line would be "Yoda, my name is." (Preteen Me was confident that since we don't actually see Yoda in action this wouldn't break George Lucas' rule of not revealing Yoda's species or background. The focus would be all on My Wonderful Jedi OC anyway.)

A little Yoda is a lot easier to draw now after all the practice with Grogu! Should I call Favroni and tell them it was my idea first? XD

I was obsessed with the Jedi Apprentice series most of all, so of course there had to be more characters for them to get into Shenanigans with for both generations.

Leronna was Derran's friend, a wise and serious Jedi Master. Derran was the Qui-Gon of the relationship and more of a risk-taker, while Leronna was more solemn to balance her out.

Their other friend was Mukdon, because I thought a Hutt Jedi would be really cool and unique. To contrast Hutt stereotypes, he was rather un-confident and a worrywart.

Of course Yoda needed a friend to get into trouble with, so he had Leronna's Padawan Te-Mon Zeyon. Te-Mon was the serious and play it safe one to contrast Yoda being more reckless (I figured he couldn't be that wise and solemn yet but that cheerfully mischievous side had been there the whole time.) Now that I look at him, I think I accidentally designed a Light Side version of Kylo Ren's TFA outfit.

Last of all my redraws was Tama Ci, a posthumous character and Leronna's first Padawan. Losing her to an illness made Leronna reluctant to take another Padawan and contributed to Te-Mon being more cautious, since he didn't want to risk himself and force his Master to face another loss. I don't remember for sure but I strongly suspect her design was influenced by Aayla Secura, since she's my sister's favorite Jedi and we often tracked down any content or merch of her together.

No I will not post any of the fanfiction... it's baaaaaad. It was written by a preteen and it shows. (No offense to any of you in that age range - just that as an adult, I've learned a lot more since then.) But like favorite dolls you take off the shelf and play with now and then, all these characters hold a special place in my heart. Derran, as my first and most dearest - the core of my first grand plan for a long fic - is very special to me and my oldest "active" OC, now existing as a character in SWTOR.

The Jedi were escapism and a refuge for me as a kid, just like Din Djarin and his friends are for me now. So that's what I really appreciate most. That even as a preteen/teenager, in all those awkward years, I still had a place to mentally escape and pretend I was a badass space monk who never had to get married and could live in a cool building with a huge library.

#jedi june #finished 30 minutes before july starts whoohoo #long post #jedi #oc #derran kanis #leronna #te-mon zeyon #mukdon #tama ci

[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter Three: Paper Piecing

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 7,367 Chapter TW: CSA Mention Chapter Summary: Anakin returns to Coruscant with a new initiate, Ahsoka discovers a horrifying truth about Boba's past, and Boba tries to reconnect with Rex.

Anakin had been on Coruscant for a grand total of six hours before being gravely approached by Master Yoda with a solemn request; hurry to unstable Toydaria and retrieve a Force-sensitive toddler. Toydarian was his first language, after all, and perhaps the old toad had sensed that he wanted to be on the opposite side of the galaxy from his lying, backstabbing, heartbreaking, dick-for-brains Master.

Padmé, ever the opportunist, had jumped to offer her diplomatic cruiser for the mission. Since they had just averted the assassination of her mentor and oldest ally, it was the least she could do. It could fit a grand total of fifteen passengers; two pilots, three navigators, four guests, and six guards. They'd passed on the guards and had instead taken Dormé, Moteé, and Ellé along with Artoo and Threepio.

And, of course, little Taarak Na'Hane-Bata.

Anakin had been shocked upon landing when he discovered that instead of a Toydarian baby, he was collecting the adopted Togruta son of a pair of Toydarian physicians. They'd been devastated, despite having been the ones to contact the Temple in the first place, and the goodbye had lasted so long that even Padmé was creeping out the door in an effort to finalize their farewell. Now that he'd spent some time with the boy, though, he couldn't blame them. He was kriffing adorable, and well-behaved to boot.

Obi-Wan had once warned him about how dangerous Togruta toddlers were. They were thick with pheromones and notorious cuddlebugs who loved nothing more than to stare adoringly at their caretakers, hypnotizing them into catering to their every whim with their big sad eyes. Taarak certainly had those.

Though the two year old had cried pitifully for his parents until he had passed out from overexhaustion, when he awoke he seemed to have accepted the separation and allowed Anakin to comfort him. They sat in the lounge now at the padded bench surrounding the dejarik table. Padmé had turned it on to amuse him; he was frightened at first, but he'd quickly become fascinated with the tiny figures. He ran his little fingers up and down Anakin's tabards like he was typing on a keyboard as he stared at them, singing a nonsense song to himself and purring just like Ahsoka did when she was content.

He even looked similar to her; his skin was more blood than orange and both his lekku and eyes were a darker blue, but the resemblance was close enough to make Anakin's heart ache. He wished he could have seen Snips as a baby.

"Wanjala?" he asked Taarak with a smile.

The boy looked away from the figures on the dejarik table and nodded, grinning a wide grin that made his dimples pop. He had a blunt chin with a deep cleft that was visible even through the baby fat.

"Ndimatafuna, Taarak, inde?" Anakin popped a nuna nugget from the pile Padmé was busy unpeeling the breading from into his mouth. If Yoda had warned him ahead of time instead of just giving him a name and a pat on the ass to go get him he would have stopped at a butcher first. The nuggets were the only thing they had on board that was animal protein besides Ahsoka's carnivore rations, but Anakin didn't want to feed rations to a baby.

Padmé rested her chin on her folded hands and watched Anakin spit out the chewed-up nuna nugget and feed it to the toddler. "That doesn't seem sanitary," she said mildly, wearing an expression that looked torn between amusement and disgust.

"He doesn't have molars yet," Anakin said defensively, taking another nugget from the pile. "Their parents chew their meat for them for the first three years."

"So you said," Padmé replied, watching Taarak swallow enthusiastically.

Anakin fed him the second chewed nugget. "He also has to have Togruta formula until he's five. It's critical for their hearing development, Togruta breastmilk is very high in collagen and if they don't get enough of it the resonance chamber in their montrals won't develop properly. And we don't want that, Taarak, inde? Nyanga zathanzi, Taarak, inde, inde mwana–"

Padmé threw her head back and laughed, delighted. "Ani, I know you did research for Ahsoka, but my goodness."

"I didn't just do research, Obi-Wan made me take four different trans-xenoparenting modules on Togruta younglings. I'm pretty sure that I am the most qualified person at the Temple to take care of one." He didn't mention it was a direct consequence of almost killing Ahsoka that one time that he forgot to order her carnivore rations and she got enterocolitis from eating the troops' fungus-based nutrition bars. She'd gotten so sick that Kix had to collect a liter of Anakin's blood, mix it with red bacta, and flood her digestive system with it.

He still liked to occasionally pretend to open a vein for her when she complained about being hungry. It made her stripes turn black every time.

"I have to admit, seeing you like this is…" she smiled at him. "Intriguing."

Anakin frowned. "Like what," he asked, trying not to sound too annoyed. "Capable? Knowledgeable?"

Padmé shook her head and gave him a soft look. "Paternal."

Anakin looked at Taarak's montrals instead of his wife with a cold feeling in his stomach. "We agreed we'd talk about it after the war," he said quietly.

Padm�� grasped his hand. "I want this with you, but I agree. After the war."

"I just can't bear the thought of you having to go through a pregnancy while I'm on a siege, or, or–" his vision got a little blurry and his eyes stung, " –raising one without me. And that's not even taking into account what you said about your mom–"

"Ani," she tried to interrupt.

" –how she had to use surrogates because the last try almost killed her, and you have the same mutation and I-I… Force, Padmé, if something happened to you because of it I don't know what–"

"Anakin!" she said urgently. "Taarak is getting upset, love. Please take a breath."

Taarak was squirming in his lap and his big eyes were fully porged out. Anakin centered himself in the Force and imagined the feeling of Ahsoka's aura, that calming projection she did so well; soft, silky rain riding a cool desert wind, an alkaline shower that quelled the rising acid in his blood. It worked. Not nearly as well as the real thing, of course, but enough for Anakin to bolster his shields and stop disturbing the baby. "Pepani, Taarak, pepani mwana. Chapino mwana."

Padmé reached for the bag of temperate formula bottles, shook one, and handed it to Taarak. "I didn't mean to upset you, love. I'm sorry."

Anakin huffed. "Let's blame it on the baby pheromones. They're giving us mommy brain, or whatever."

Padmé rested her head on his shoulder and watched Taarak contentedly suck. "After the war, yes, we'll talk about it. But I want this for us. I want a piece of our love to take on a life of its own. And I just know that you're going to be an amazing father, Anakin. Every second I watch you with Taarak proves that."

Anakin closed his eyes, unable to comprehend how it was possible for someone to own his very soul in the way that Padmé did. She knew exactly what to say to make him feel like the most treasured thing in the galaxy. He didn't know what he did to deserve it, but he'd do anything to protect it.

"My lady, I'd be happy to give the two of you a break if you'd like," Dormé called from the base of the ladder that led from the lounge and into the guest bunkrooms.

"That would be a good idea, I think." Padmé held her hands out for Taarak.

Anakin glanced down and met Taarak's giant eyes. He didn't really want to give him up.

"Hey now." Padmé snapped her fingers and giggled. "Don't get hypnotized again."

Anakin sighed, booped Taarak's nose, then handed him over. Padmé walked the suckling toddler down to Dormé and Anakin slumped on the bench, suddenly feeling very cold and unsnuggled.

His wife climbed back up the ladder and promptly took a seat across his lap.

"Oh," he said, blinking, then slipped his hands under her dress and up her thighs.

Padmé giggled and put a finger on his puckered lips. "I was asked to tell you that Obi-Wan has commed now for the eighth time, and is saying he urgently needs to speak to you about Ahsoka."

Anakin sat frozen for a few seconds. "What about Ahsoka?" he asked, trying to sound normal and not like he had guilt and panic writhing together like dying worms in his stomach.

Padmé raised an eyebrow. "That's all I know, love."

He reached around Padmé and brought up the message center on his commlink. He had thirty-six unread messages from Obi-Wan. Reluctantly, he slid out from underneath his wife and started paging through them, full of dread and praying to the Force that it wasn't about what he feared it was.

– [𝟶𝟷:𝟶𝟻:𝟿𝟾𝟶] – [𝟷𝟸𝟺𝟼] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚑𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. [𝟷𝟸𝟻𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟹𝟶𝟸] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟹𝟶𝟾] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟹𝟺𝟷] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚘. [𝟷𝟻𝟶𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝. [𝟷𝟻𝟹𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟼𝟶𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟼𝟹𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟽𝟶𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> ~~ [𝟷𝟽𝟹𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗. [𝟷𝟽𝟹𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟹𝟶𝟸𝟾𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟶!𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸> 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚑𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕.

Anakin kept scrolling. Nothing indicated Obi-Wan knew. He exited Obi-Wan's message log and went to Ahsoka's. There was nothing new from her.

– [𝟶𝟷:𝟶𝟻:𝟿𝟾𝟶] – [𝟸𝟶𝟺𝟽] 𝙹𝙶𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟺!𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁> 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝙺

Ahsoka's typing dots appeared after a few harrowing seconds.

[𝟸𝟶𝟺𝟾] 𝙹𝙲𝟽𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟻𝟶𝟿!𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙾> 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚢? [𝟸𝟶𝟺𝟾] 𝙹𝙶𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟺!𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁> 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝙱𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴 [𝟸𝟶𝟺𝟾] 𝙹𝙶𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟺!𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁> 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 [𝟸𝟶𝟺𝟿] 𝙹𝙲𝟽𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟻𝟶𝟿!𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙾> 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. [𝟸𝟶𝟺𝟿] 𝙹𝙶𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟺!𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁> 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴

Anakin's finger hesitated above the straight-line-dot key and the curly-line-dot key, suddenly unsure of which one was for questions.

Padme gingerly reached over the hologram and pressed curly-line-dot.

"Thank you," he said, his cheeks burning.

[𝟸𝟶𝟻𝟶] 𝙹𝙶𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟺!𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁> ?

Anakin watched her typing dots linger for a concerning amount of time.

[𝟸𝟶𝟻𝟷] 𝙹𝙲𝟽𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟻𝟶𝟿!𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙾> 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚒.

Anakin frowned; was that Huttese? It took him a second to sound it out, but then he huffed a laugh. He'd never seen the saying spelled out in Aurebesh.

"What does that mean?" Padmé asked, squinting at the holographic interface.

[𝟸𝟶𝟻𝟸] 𝙹𝙶𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟺!𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁> 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙽 [𝟸𝟶𝟻𝟸] 𝙹𝙲𝟽𝟿𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟻𝟶𝟿!𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙾> 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 :)

Anakin closed his message center after recieving his response. "She said 'his tail is on backwards' in Huttese," Anakin smirked, then wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders. "Means he's got his panties in a twist. She's fine, he's just throwing a fit about her giving him the silent treatment. Now, where were we?"

"I think," Padmé began, running her fingers through his hair, "You were about to give me a kiss."

"Sounds about right." Anakin leaned forward but she stopped him again.

"Actually," she breathed, then traced his bottom lip with her thumb. "Let's take this to the– eep!"

Anakin had already lifted Padmé, planted her bare ass on the dejarik table, and thrown her skirt over his head before she could finish her sentence.

"You know you have to name him Robert, right?" Ahsoka joked. She bumped Boba with her hip. They had stayed uncuffed on the ride home and Boba finally seemed at ease, far more than he had been since they'd left the prison. She held his visitor's pass up to Disk and he unlocked the gate for them with an eye-roll.

Boba's aura rippled with the tiniest ribbon of golden humor and he tightened his arms around the rancor plushie. "I was already going to name him Robert," he snapped. "It's not because you said it." His aura went a little yellow with embarrassment.

Ahsoka put her hands up. "Hey, name him whatever you want. I probably picked up on your thought and didn't realize it."

Boba snorted. "You reading my fucking mind, Tano?"

"Only if you think really loudly," she grinned, then stuck her tongue out at him.

He stuck it out right back.

"Alright, we're gonna bunk in the rec room tonight." She took a chance and gave him a pat on the back, which he didn't flinch away from.

"Fine."

"We leave for Tipoca City first thing in the morning."

Boba stumbled and his aura flashed lily-white with panic.

"Boba?" Ahsoka asked.

"Why the fuck are we going there?" Boba snapped. His breathing sped up and she could hear his heart pounding. Why would he be so scared to return to Kamino?

"Kamino is the only place I know of where we might be able to find information on the Cuy'val Dar," Ahsoka answered, frowning. "Is there a reason you don't want to go back?"

Boba looked down, clinging to Robert like a lifeline. "Are you going to make me donate?" he asked in a harsh whisper.

Ahsoka's heart sank. "No. No, Boba, that's not why we're going there." She took another chance and put a hand on his shoulder, projecting soothing green calm-serenity towards him. "I give you my word as a Jedi, the Kaminoans will not take a single hair from your head. Okay?"

Boba bit his lip and nodded. He looked so young in the dim, ambient light of the barracks hall. "They take bone marrow," he mumbled. "That's where the best cells are, Dad said. They'd drill into his hip and he would walk funny for a week."

"Well, they're definitely not going to take that." She patted him on the back instead of hugging him like she desperately wanted to and started walking. "Plo got us a Consular cruiser, but it's halfway through a module conversion so half of the bunks were taken out for dual laser cannons. We'll have to double up."

Boba's lip twitched. "Great, I gotta listen to your snoring the whole way there?"

She laughed, relieved that he hadn't shut down. "I don't snore, but even if I did it would be better than listening to Plo all night. He whistles if his mask slips down."

They reached the rec room and Boba plopped himself on the couch. Ahsoka stayed standing and crossed her arms. Logically she knew that she shouldn't leave him there alone, but she felt oddly certain that he'd still be there when she returned. It was the same certainty that she'd felt in the diner right before she uncuffed him. "I've got to get some stuff together. Are you going to stay put, or do I have to lock the door?"

Boba stretched out like a cat, his bruised patches making him look like a calico. He waved a dismissive hand at her and crossed his legs at the ankle. "I'm too tired to run."

"I'll be right back with some pajamas for you, then." She winked at him. "And I'll grab some pillows and sheets. We can make a fort and have a proper sleepover."

Boba stilled. His aura hardened and lost the tint of green that was so faint that Ahsoka hadn't even noticed it until it was gone.

"What's the matter?" she asked, furrowing her brow. His aura was going staticky with anxiety around the edges.

"Nothing. I-I just didn't realize that Jedi did that." Boba shrugged. "I don't give a fuck. Fine by me. I haven't gotten laid in a minute."

Ahsoka stared at him, sure that she hadn't heard him right. She rubbed her montrals and shook her head to make sure. "What?"

"What's wrong, tailhead, is it your first time?" he sneered. He hopped to his feet and swayed toward her, full of false bravado and his aura a staticky thunderstorm of flashing green disappointment and gray anxiety and yellow embarrassment and underneath it all, a familiar shade of bruise-dark violet sadness-guilt.

She stood still, warily watching Boba approach with her brow raised until he was close enough for her to smell his breath. There was no way he meant what he'd just said to sound that suggestive. He was just hopped up on sugar from dinner or something, he couldn't possibly be propositioning her.

She believed it up until he grabbed her by the lekku and yanked her down into a sloppy kiss, all clumsy tongue and teeth. She squealed and shoved him back, spitting and sputtering in panic and revulsion. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shrieked, wiping her hand across her now-wet mouth.

"You just said you wanted a sleepover!" he barked, quickly backing up with an aura cringing in on itself with neon orange-yellow mortification-anger. "Make your fucking mind up!"

Ahsoka's jaw dropped to her chest. "What part of sleepover said 'shove your tongue in my mouth?' "

"The sleepover part, you stupid cunt!" Boba shouted back. "The fuck do you think a sleepover is?"

"What do you think it is?"

"It means you want to fuck!"

"No it doesn't!" She was going to be sick. Boba was twelve, he was twelve. "Who told you that?"

Something switched off in his eyes. The bravado drained out and left him looking smaller than ever. The backs of his knees hit the couch and he curled up on it in a ball, hugging Robert the Rancor. "Aurra," he mumbled. His aura was dripping yellow with humiliation.

"That's… that's not what it means," Ahsoka choked. "It just means that you sleep in a place that you normally wouldn't, with a friend. Just sleeping. L-Like a slumber party."

Boba tucked himself deeper into the sofa and stared at Robert. His aura was drawn so close to his skin that she could barely see it, but the humiliation and hurt she saw there cracked her heart like an eggshell.

"I'll be right back. Just– just stay here. I'll be back." She paused. "I'm not mad. It was a misunderstanding, okay? Please don't run away."

He nodded without looking at her.

"I'll just be a few minutes," she said, backing out. "I'll be right back." She activated the door panel and hesitated with her finger over the lock; it was unintentional but she had just hurt him deeply, and she no longer had the certainty of a few minutes ago that he would stay.

"I'm trusting you, kiddo," Ahsoka muttered to herself, then walked away with her hands balled into fists. She wasn't going to lock him in. Boba would stay put on his own. He wasn't going to run, he was going to stay with her and his brothers where they could protect him.

Her blood was boiling. Aurra Sing was a monster, a demagolka, sgudal fhaighean, hule lopusa, a demonic, piece of shit nonce–

"Bad time?" Cody joined her power walk to the bunkrooms, his aura bright orange and blurry around the edges. He was visibly tipsy and he stumbled a little trying to keep up with her.

"Very," she said, looking him up and down. Cody had only one reason to be waiting for her in the 501st's barracks and she didn't have time for Obi– damn it, Kenobi's banthashit. "I'm guessing that he sent you?"

"No, I'm here on my own." He threw his arm around her shoulder. His breath smelled like tihaar and caf. "You gotta make up with him, 'Soka. He's driving me up the wall with his moping."

"Not my problem." She shrugged his arm off like a big, heavy slug.

He frowned at her. "He apologized, didn't he?"

She snorted. "Yeah. It was very touching and heartfelt. Totally made up for making me go to his funeral."

"At least you got to go," Cody mumbled, his aura flooding with purple grief.

"Why are you even here?" Ahsoka asked, exasperated. "He lied to you too."

"It's called being an adult," he grouched. "Try it sometime."

"Maybe he should try it."

Cody rolled his eyes. "Listen, it was a karked thing he did and we both know it, but you can't hate him forever."

He said it like Obi-Wan had forgotten to show up to her saber demonstration. He had no idea how hard she'd had to cling on to Anakin to keep him tethered to reality and safe from his own grief, how she had to constantly glean off the dark miasma that infected his aura like poisonous black oil.

She had felt like there was something watching him curiously from the shadows, like a patient nexu waiting for its prey to tire and fall from the tree it was hiding in. She refused to leave him, no matter how many times he'd tried to force her out of his quarters. She wouldn't abandon him to that hungry shadow. She'd rip and tear it up with her teeth if she had to, but she would not leave Anakin.

She had the bruise to prove it.

And then Obi-Wan Kenobi had waltzed out of the Royal Palace at Theed wearing the face of his own killer like nothing had changed and it was all a grand ruse that they were in on. Like he hadn't triggered the most terrifying crisis of her life. Like she hadn't spent three days in the darkest hell she'd ever been in, drowning in the icewater of not just Anakin's grief but the grief of every Jedi who knew him.

The only time she'd been able to mourn Obi-Wan were the pitiful few seconds she had been alone before Anakin had shown up, begging the bastard to open his eyes. He'd hid his aura so well from her, blocked their bond, he'd even projected a fake aura as Rako Hardeen in that motel room. That was a skill that he'd learned specifically to fool her, because it had absolutely no other practical application in the entire universe. Nobody else could bloody see it.

Ahsoka stopped in front of the bunkroom door. "How have you forgiven him so easily?" she demanded. "I ate a few of your jerky sticks on the way back from Geonosis and you didn't talk to me for an entire day, but he fakes his death and you're trying to rebuild his burned bridges for him?"

Cody's already pink cheeks flushed puce and his hands found his hips. "I'm a clone, Os'ika. I don't have the luxury of holding a grudge."

She mimicked his pose. "Well, I do."

"Come on. Just talk to him so he stops whining at me about how unreasonable you're being."

"I'm being unreasonable?" Ahsoka asked in disbelief. "Oh that– no, you know what? I'm done, I don't have time for this. I've got more important things to worry about than bandaging the wounded ego of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Goodnight, Cody."

She spun to leave and he grabbed her left arm to stop her, right over where the bruise was deepest. She gasped as pain shot down her arm, and she barely resisted snapping her teeth at Cody like a massiff.

His mouth hardened into a grim line and she realized that he'd done it on purpose. "What happened to your arm?" he asked harshly.

"None of your damn business," she snapped. She spun her arm out of his grip and slapped away the wrist that moved to replace it. "Stop it!"

"Commander Tano!" Cody barked, his aura flaring silver with authority. "I am ordering you to tell me what happened to your arm."

There was no arguing with that tone, even if he was half off his shebs from the tihaar she smelled on his breath. Ahsoka stood at attention, inwardly seething at the gall of him pulling rank on her now of all times. "Training accident, Sir."

"What sort of training?"

"Mechanical ordnance, Sir." It wasn't technically a lie.

"Conducted under who?"

She glared at him. "That's classified, Sir."

"I've got higher clearance than you."

"I cannot release classified information without General Skywalker's permission, Sir."

"So Skywalker knows." Cody's eyes narrowed. "Was it him?"

"I didn't say that, Sir," she snapped.

"Then who?"

"As I said, Sir, that's classified."

Cody's eyes softened and his aura went teal with protection. "Ahsoka, did Skywalker hurt you?" he asked gently. He wasn't asking as her commanding officer, he was asking as her vod. It infuriated her and made her want to cry at the same time.

Why couldn't he just mind his own shabla business? Why did he have to be the concerned big brother now, of all times? "Are you accusing General Skywalker of abusing me, Sir?" she asked, forcing her voice to sound cold so she wouldn't lose her nerve.

Cody stared at her, both of them knowing damn well that he couldn't outright say yes without crossing into insubordination. He blew air slowly out of his nose, his aura humming and glowing neon chartreuse with annoyance-anger at being outmaneuvered. "No, Commander."

Ahsoka nodded and kept her face neutral. "Was there anything else, Sir?"

Cody jerked his head. "You're dismissed," he muttered.

"Goodnight, Cody." She slipped into the bunkroom and closed the door behind her, trying not to grieve the damage she knew that she'd just done to their friendship. It would be nice if everyone would just leave her the hell alone for five minutes and let her take care of Boba instead of obsessing over something they didn't know anything about. He needed to be mothered a lot more than she did.

The bunkroom was virtually empty. The majority of the guys were out carousing at 79's and making the most of their shore leave but Jesse, Kix and Tup were squished into Kix's bunk watching Daiun's Anatomy on her holoprojector. "Hey," she greeted them.

"We're leaving as soon as this episode is over," Jesse said, holding a preemptive finger up. "Calliope's pregnant again."

"And she just did a tracheostomy on herself with a droid scomp. Her speeder crashed after she was stung by a spider and her throat closed up," Kix said in a monotone. "Which is shabla impossible, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't." Ahsoka clapped her hands together. "I need the projector, though. We're sleeping in the rec room tonight."

"We?" Tup blinked at her.

"Yeah, me and Boba. We're in–"

"You and–" Jesse reared up and sent her holoprojector flying. She barely caught it before it hit the floor. "I thought Appo was joking when he said you adopted that little shabuir, Commander." Jesse's aura quickly flooded with red anger.

She took a step back in shock, not expecting another argument immediately after the last one. "Woah, Jess–"

"Tell me you're joking, Commander," Jesse said, his face all scrunched up in anger. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes; not to intimidate her, that wasn't it at all, he was begging her with his eyes to tell him that she wasn't serious.

Her heart sank. She really hadn't thought through any of the consequences of springing Boba, had she? Jesse was fanatically loyal, almost to a fault; of course he was going to hate the boy who attacked a Republic ship and killed hundreds of their brothers in the process. He was a traitor to both the Republic and the vode, and Jesse had no reason to feel sympathy for a traitor.

"I couldn't leave him in there–" she started, but she stopped when Jesse's shoulders sagged and his aura darkened to deep purple with sadness-disappointment. "Jesse, I couldn't!"

"Har'chaak!" Jesse broke away, pressing his palms into his eyes.

Kix and Tup hadn't yet moved from the bed, but their eyes flicked between Ahsoka and Jesse like they were watching a limmie match.

"He's so little, he–"

"I don't care how short he is, he killed three hundred and four of my brothers," Jesse said harshly. "And trust me, he doesn't look at us like his brothers."

"Jesse–"

"No. You're not thinking clearly. All you see is a little boy but he's manipulating you, Commander." Jesse took her hands and squeezed. "He's a killer. He used you to get out of prison, don't make the mistake of thinking that he cares about you even a fraction of how much we do."

"I know he doesn't. That's not why I did it." Ahsoka gave Jesse a pleading look, begging him to understand. She expanded her aura with a gentle, flowing wave of sage-green serenity so he'd calm down a little. "Boba was manipulated by a disgusting, evil dalgaan into doing what she wanted by promising him revenge for Jango. She was evil, Jesse, please believe me." Ahsoka swallowed hard. "I'm not saying he had no agency or was incapable of making different choices, but he's–"

"A killer," Jesse repeated with a growl.

"No– yes, but Aurra Sing, Jesse, she…" Ahsoka bit her lips, hesitating. It was Boba's truth to tell if he wished, not hers, but it would help if Jesse understood just what a hold she'd had on him. "She abused him," Ahsoka said quietly, saying the truth without actually saying it.

Jesse was smart. His face scrunched up even further, his aura went sick-green with disgust, and he looked away.

"He needs you," Ahsoka continued. "All three of you. He needs his brothers, even if he doesn't realize it." She turned to Kix and Tup and gave them a pleading look. "Please, he's barely holding it together." She didn't add that she'd made it worse. "I can see how badly he's hurting. Please, Jess." She laced her fingers with his and squeezed.

Jesse glowered at her. "You know, you're going to try to help the wrong person someday, and they're going to go for your throat." He pulled her into a spine-cracking hug.

Ahsoka relaxed, nearly dizzy with relief, and buried her face in his neck. "Thank you," she said in a muffled voice.

"Yeah, yeah." Jesse pulled back and touched her forehead with his own in a gentle mishmure'cya, then looked over her shoulder at Kix and Tup. "You two are coming, right?"

"I am!" Tup said brightly. "It'll be nice having a cadet around again. I miss being around them on Kamino. I always liked being asked to fill in for rec supervision."

Ahsoka couldn't help but smile. Tup had such a gentle spirit. If he'd been born a Jedi he would have made a natural Crèchemaster. Maybe if the stupid war ever ended he'd have a chance to live a gentle life. She could easily see him teaching younglings.

"He's not staying, Tup," Ahsoka said apologetically. "We're leaving for Kamino tomorrow."

"Wait, really?" His brows went up. "Can we come?"

Ahsoka bit her lip. "Unfortunately, because I'm a Padawan Commander and not a CC, I don't actually have clearance to authorize off-world missions."

"Aww."

Kix started yanking sheets off of random, unoccupied beds.

"That a yes for you then, Sarge?" Ahsoka asked.

Kix shot her a look over his shoulder. "Obviously, Sir."

"Anyone seen Rex?" Ahsoka asked, accepting a pile of pillows from Tup.

"Oh, he's in the commhub. He got called in by General Kenobi."

"You have got to be kidding me." Ahsoka tossed her head back and groaned aloud. "Why won't he just leave me alone?"

"He'd be a shit ba'buir if he did," Kix shrugged.

"He's a shit ba'buir regardless," Ahsoka snipped.

"Alright, alright. One problem at a time." Jesse physically turned her and pushed her towards the bunkroom door, carrying his share of sheets draped over his shoulders like an ancient Onderonian pharaoh. "You can bitch to me about Kenobi later, I promise."

Cody was thankfully gone when she opened the door. She led the boys through the empty barracks at a pace just under a jog, painfully aware that she'd left Boba alone for sixteen minutes, then bumped the door panel open with her hip since her arms were full of pillows.

Robert the Rancor sat abandoned on the couch. Boba was nowhere to be found.

Tup craned his head over her shoulder. "Uh, Commander? Where is he?" he asked, confused.

"Fuck," Ahsoka said faintly.

Boba hadn't realized that water showers were a luxury until he'd left Kamino for good. Sonic showers were easier to install, easier to clean, faster to use, and didn't use up water rations. He wasn't sure if the troopers actually had water rations, but if they did then he'd used up at least half a battalion's worth. He'd been steaming for half an hour.

"Fierfek," Tiarek cursed from around the corner. "You done yet? We're locked down again, which means Ahsoka thinks you ran for it."

Boba's stomach seized up at the Tog's name. He felt so fucking stupid, but she was the one who'd started it. Why'd she have to push? He'd actually been thinking about something besides how much he fucking hated being alive for once, and then the jetii had to go and ruin it because she didn't know what a fucking sleepover was.

Or he was the one who didn't know. It didn't matter now. He looked like an idiot and she pitied him now, and that pissed him off even more. He didn't need some do-gooder's pity. He was a man, damn it! He was a beroya and the only living son of Jango Fett, the greatest bounty hunter that had ever lived. He didn't want the Tog bitch to sit blinking her big, sad eyes at him like he was a pathetic, three-legged street pup covered in fleas.

"No, I've got him, lift the lockdown. We didn't mean to be this long. Go ahead and get started, we'll be there soon." Tiarek was on a holocall with somebody but Boba couldn't hear the other side. "Come on, Bo'ika, time to go."

"In a minute!" Boba yelled back.

"Now." Tiarek turned the shower off and threw a scratchy towel at his face.

"Shabla bev'kovid," Boba mumbled under his breath as he toweled off.

"I heard that."

Boba toweled faster then wrapped himself up when he was done. Tiarek patted him on the back and led him out to the lockers. A set of Kaminoan cadet blues sat waiting for him on the bench.

Boba glared up at Tiarek. "Didn't have any blacks in your size," he smirked at him. "Hurry up. Ahsoka's having a heart attack."

"I don't care," Boba said darkly.

Tiarek looked at him, disappointed. "I do," he said softly.

Boba dropped the towel and reached for the blues. They were too big for him, he could already tell. He knew he was underweight but more importantly, without all of the genetic upgrades from the longnecks, he was just plain smaller than the other clones at the same physical age. Dad was half a head shorter than the grown-up troopers, and Boba was a perfect copy of him.

"What's that?" Tiarek was frowning at him; specifically, his ass.

Boba quickly yanked the oversized drawers up. "Nothing. Don't be bloody nosy." He hadn't meant to let him see the scar.

"Then why are you being cagey about it?" Tiarek asked with a raised brow.

"I sat on my knife, alright? It's embarrassing." Boba slipped his shirt on.

Tiarek leaned against the lockers. "Look, Boba, I know you've been through a lot since Jango died, but–"

Boba flinched at his dad's name.

Tiarek softened. "Just promise me that you're going to try. Nobody expects you to be a model cadet, but at least stop cussing her out every time you open your mouth."

"Fine," Boba mumbled. He tugged at the bottom of his tunic, trying to make it hang less awkwardly on his narrow shoulders.

"You can trust her. I promise you can. She's the best, right alongside Skywalker." Tiarek smiled sadly. "We're not just numbers to them. They truly do care for us. Ahsoka is my vod'ika, do you understand? You trust her just like you trust me."

Boba scoffed. "So much for vode an. You know, the meaning of the word doesn't change just because you use it to bloody adopt each other."

"Of course not." Tiarek blew air out of his nose hard, frustrated. "It just means I watch out for her, I teach her, I keep her alive. And she has my back in return, no matter what."

"Whatever," Boba said, looking away. Tiarek wasn't going to let it go until he agreed. "Fine. I'll stop being a dickhead to her, alright? Doesn't mean I trust her."

"Good man." Tiarek clapped his hand on his shoulder and guided him towards the door. "Let's go."

Boba felt his banzaii burger start to work its way up his throat as they walked back to the rec room. Should he tell Tiarek what he'd done? Boba didn't want him to hate him too, but he wasn't sure what he'd be angrier about; kissing Tano, or lying about it.

"What?" Tiarek was looking at him with those same knowing eyes Dad had when he knew Boba was squirming about something.

"I kind of…" Boba hesitated. "Fuck it. I kissed Tano and she's gonna make it sound like I just made a move on her out of nowhere and–"

"Hold on, hold on!" Tiarek went to one knee so they were eye level. "What are you on about?"

"Tano," Boba mumbled. "I kissed her. I thought she wanted it."

Tiarek was staring at him with his mouth open. "You did what?" he asked sharply.

"She said she was gonna go get pillows to have a proper sleepover, so," Boba shrugged. "Obviously I thought that meant she wanted to fuck. But she didn't know what that's what sleepover really meant because she's a Jedi, I didn't mean to piss her off."

"She… she didn't–" Tiarek stood and turned away, his hands on his head. "Boba, no." He turned, and Boba felt his heart sink into his guts at the look on his face.

"I didn't hurt her! I just kissed her, she didn't want it so I didn't push it–"

"Boba, who told you that a sleepover meant that?" Tiarek's voice was so sad that it made Boba flush, embarrassed all over again.

"Fuck, not you too." Boba turned away with a groan. Why was everyone so damn stupid? Why was he the only fucker under the roof who knew Basic? "Sleepover is when you want someone to sleep in your bunk, it's not a fucking slumber party like she thinks. Aurra told me what it meant when some asshole asked me in a bar on Nar Shaddaa–"

Tiarek sighed and huffed out a relieved laugh for some reason.

" –and then, you know, I started having sleepovers with her–"

Tiarek's face fell and he turned away with his fists balled up.

"Oh not you too, why is everyone such a damn prude?" Boba moaned, rolling his eyes. "I'm a year away from doing my verd'goten, I'm not a fucking baby."

Tiarek turned and he almost scared Boba with how angry he looked. "Listen to me," he said, going back down on one knee. "People might say sleepover to be cute, but that's not what it means. And if Dad knew that Aurra had done that to you he would have taken her skin off slowly, do you understand?" Tiarek grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. "She never should have been allowed within a mile of you."

Boba bit his lip. "You called him Dad," he said quietly. "You haven't called him that in a long time."

"I meant to say your dad." Tiarek flushed and looked away. "Not… I know, trust me."

Boba looked up. "Don't you remember–"

"There's nothing to remember," Tiarek said quickly. "It was just a few weeks, Bo'ika, okay? Don't get it mixed up again. We've been through this."

Yeah, they had, and every time Tiarek was more and more certain that whatever lie he'd been fed by Kal while he was recovering was the truth. "So I'm old enough to wet my blade, but not my dick?" he asked crudely, changing the subject.

Tiarek turned purple. "Yes," he growled.

Boba waved a dismissive hand at him. "Whatever you say, Tiarek."

"Come on." Tiarek stood. "And I told you to stop calling me Tiarek. That was never my name."

Boba resisted the urge to argue. It was pointless. If any part of Tiarek remembered, it was buried so deep down under the lies that it may as well have never existed at all.

"Now behave," Tiarek warned him, then opened the rec room door. Three unarmed clones sat lounging in their blacks inside a pile of pillows, couch cushions and sheets that had been built up into a tent. One of them was the medic that had rubbed that stink-ass bacta gel on him. Tano sat on the edge, cross-legged and pinch-faced. As soon as the door slid open she popped to her feet and rushed to Tiarek.

"Gar ru'hibii ner ad? Ne'din'kartay?" she snapped. "Rex, do you have any idea how scared I was to find him gone again?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize he was–"

"Gar johaar'i Mando'a?" Boba interrupted, stunned.

She raised a brow marking. "Waad'choruk," she said wryly. "Rex taught me."

Boba flushed and looked down. He should have expected that, if Rex had adopted her as a little sister.

"As I was saying, Boba here needed a shower, but I didn't know he was going to use half of the monthly ration for the whole GAR." Tiarek popped him gently in the shoulder.

Tano's shoulders slumped and she took a deep breath. "I'm sure he was just happy to take a water shower. I know the prison only has sonics." She bent down and looked him in the eye. "So. Ready for bed?"

Boba peered around her to look at the troopers reclining in her pillow fort. The one with the Galactic Roundel tattooed on his face looked unimpressed, the medic looked bored, but the final one with a tear on his cheek sitting cross-legged was practically beaming at him through his long hair.

"Why're they here?" Boba asked suspiciously.

"Well, since you've never had a real sleepover, I thought it might be fun to have one. And for a real sleepover you need friends, but you also need a pillow fort–" she turned and gestured to the limp tent, " –holofilms, and snacks." She held up a projector in one hand and a bag of nerf rinds in the other, smiling like an idiot.

Boba looked up at Tiarek, who shrugged. "Fine," Boba said dismissively.

"Great!" Tano dove into the tent between the long-haired one and the one who looked like he'd just bit into an unripe meiloorun. "I've already got the holo loaded. Get the lights, Rex."

Boba glanced at Tiarek, who did as he was told with a soft smile for Tano.

"By the way this is Jesse, Kix, and Tup," she added, pointing to each clone as he and Tiarek crawled inside the pillow fort. She and the three troopers were already squished together, cuddling like sleepwalking tubies. Tiarek stayed on the outside and Boba ended up sandwiched between him and the medic, Kix.

"Wizard," Boba said in a bored voice. "What are we watching?"

"March of the Porgs," Tano said cheerily.

"Finally!" Tup crowed.

"What do you mean finally? We just watched that on the way home from shabla Naboo," Jesse grumbled.

"Language," Tiarek drawled.

Boba snorted. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously." Tiarek chuckled and pushed Boba's head down to his chest.

"Wait, Commander, you're sleeping over here?" Tup asked, looking confused. "You always sleep with Rex."

Boba froze. Wait, had he kissed Tiarek's girl? Why hadn't he shabla said that, why'd he go through the vod'ika banthashit instead of just saying he was screwing her? And where did Tiarek get off telling Boba that he was too young for it if he was shagging his own al'verde? Boba was older than all of them, except for Tano.

"Not tonight," Tano said nonchalantly. "Oh, by the way, Boba, you forgot somebody." Tano tossed Robert the Rancor at him over Kix, then started the projector.

Boba cleared his throat. "Thanks." He hugged Robert to his chest and adjusted a little so that he could fit the plushie in between him and Tiarek, hiding a small smile.

"There is a mysterious ritual that dates back thousands of years. No living creature has survived it, except the porg. They have wings but can barely fly. They're birds without beaks that act like clowns. And every year, they embark on a nearly impossible journey to find a mate. For twenty days and twenty nights, the porg will march…"

Notes:

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS ba'buir: grandfather Os'ika: Little shit (Cody's [affectionate!] nickname for Ahsoka, a pun on her normal diminutive of Ahs'ika [Little Ahsoka] ) dalgaan: bitch Har'chaak: damn it mishmure'cya: brain kiss, aka keldabe kiss shabla bev'kovid: fucking dickhead Gar ru'hibii ner ad? Ne'din'kartay?: You took my kid? Without telling me (lit. no sitrep)? Waad'choruk: Obviously (lit. diamond, colloquialism for "crystal clear") Al'verde: Commander TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Wanjala?: Hungry? Ndimatafuna: I chew it Inde: Yes Nyanga zathanzi: Healthy horns Mwana: Baby Pepani: Sorry Chapino mwana: Okay baby Hule lopusa: stupid bitch HUTTESE TRANSLATIONS Chupanka keepa manmi: His tail is on backwards (Huttese colloquialism for someone acting irrationally) MAOR-GRÁSTA TRANSLATIONS sgudal fhaighean: garbage cunt OTHER NOTES I just really like it when Anakin speaks Toydarian okay. Also I mentioned this in another fic but he didn't learn Aurebesh until he was ten and he hates it so he types in all caps and doesn't like punctuation Yes, Boba refers to Rex as Tiarek in his head. We'll find out why just hang in there lol

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

Sleepless nights

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part 2 >>

Requested by: @alexaaahh

Contents: You loved him, so you had to let him go. Having been promoted to the rank of a Jedi Master, you choose to walk away from it all in the hopes that might forget him.

Warnings: none. Angst baby angst 😩

I’ll make part 2 mind numbingly sweet

Word count: 1300

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The sheets felt colder than usual, so you tossed and turned to position yourself better but it was no use. Sleep had decided to not visit you tonight. The event of tomorrow’s council meeting loomed over you. It dissolved all your ease and so you let your mind drift to thoughts about him, the ones you kept locked away, only yours to peruse through. But again, it did not help your case. You loved him and he didn’t. You didn’t have the courage to face him and you were sure about how he would feel about you, after you share your decision with the council. The possible soft spot he had once harbored would cease to exist after tomorrow. So you lay awake as the hours trickled by, so sure of your future that your spirit felt relieved but it scared you as well. From tomorrow your life will be yours to choose, with no one else to give you directions and no rules to govern your every day. With freedom, came it’s own cost. The cost you had to pay was surely a hefty one. Cause it would mean you will have to forget him.

Everyone was gathered in the hall, soft daylight illuminated the space. You stood in the center and the panel of Jedi masters sprawled out around you. You greeted all of them and with every turn you braced yourself for those eyes. He was the final one to be greeted. His long legs extended out the chair, his blonde hair pushed back away from his face, upon catching your attention he nodded his head in acknowledgement. But when you raised your head, your eyes locked with his. Those blue eyes. The very bane of your existence making you forget where you stood. Like only the two of you were in the room. You vowed to yourself you will not look at him again, think of him or see him from this moment onward. In a way, that shared glance, was goodbye.

“A grand day, today is.”, Master Yoda addressed the crowd, “A master, this Jedi knight has become.”, he announced. You heard a round of applause, but you gathered your thoughts and fidgeted with the end of your cloak. “You have kept the ways of a Jedi and to honour your diligence we would like to bestow you with this title.”, Master Mace Windu spoke to you, to which you gave a weak smile. A clue to what you were about to do.

 This life was meant for someone else, not for you. You wanted one were you were free to choose and were your hands weren’t tied by ancient laws. You wanted… your eyes began to drift to a spot that was forbidden. You clasped your hands tightly and stood taller.

He sat in anticipation. He knew you were worthy of this title but it was more than that. It was a dream he had constructed, in which you and him would always be together. Being a part of the order meant that it bound you to being in the temple, with him. Yes, feelings were never entertained but he would get to see you every day, work on missions together and never have to lose you. He had lost so much that the idea of being away from you haunted him. He observed you patiently, all you had to do now was to accept the position. But there was a feeling in his chest. That his little dream was about to be broken. There was a cloud over your head today, he had sensed hesitance in your mannerisms from the moment you entered the room.

But then you looked up, held your head high and stood taller. His eyebrows knit together, he knew you. You were about to do something. He edged closer to the tip of his seat. You wouldn’t look at him. Realization began to dawn on his face. “I thank you for your consideration and bestowing me with this rank.”, you paused. He heard the murmurs break out in the room. The beat of his heart quickened, he was on the verge of running to you, he knew what you were about to do.

Look at me.

The voice in his head begged.

Look at me so I can tell you you’re making a mistake.

But you wouldn’t even throw him a glance, it was like he didn’t exist. He felt trapped in a glass box and no matter how hard he screamed, it would only fall on deaf ears.

“I’m afraid I cannot accept it.”, your words resounded and echoed in his ears. The others on the panel were stunned, most of them left confused. Except him. He was losing his grip on reality. His nightmare playing out right in front of him. “I have not kept to the code entirely. I feel too strongly.”, he heard you pause and watched as your eyes drifted to meet his for a second. His heart broke. He wanted you to stop, to rethink this. Bit by bit, with every second that passed by, he was breaking apart. But he was a Jedi, so his face remained placid, sealing all the pain within his crumbling heart. “I have decided to step away from it.”, the last of your words rippled through the room and he realized he had held his breath.

No. This cannot be real. But someone touched his hand and he knew what you said was true. He was helpless and you were about to walk away. He needed to tell you that-

You took a bow. “Made your decision, you have.”, Master Yoda dipped his head and so did the other masters except him. He was looking at you, the horror etched across his elegant face. This was what you were worried about. It was hard enough having to let him go, it was even harder looking at him when he looked like he cared for you. The Jedi next to him pulled him away as the crowd dispersed. You were never going linger to say goodbye. It was said when you shared your reason to leave. Now was the best to disappear, when he wasn’t looking. So you turned away and headed to the doors. Tears began to form, so you began to run. You cannot stay here and try to live life being at an arms length from him, always out of reach. It broke you from within, all this love you had for him and your inability to put it away. So you ran away.

“No please excuse me. This can be discussed later.”, he spoke to a young Jedi, he had an edge to his tone. He was always calm but right now he was frantic. He turned, only to see you had left. So he ran through the dissipating crowd. He had to tell you. You had to know. He bumped into someone but all he could focus on was the tapering edge of your cloak that was out of his reach, fading away with the moving crowd. He yelled out your name, pleading you to stop.

“Wait.”, he shouted. He saw you turn a corner and picked up his pace. He turned and he stood in the middle of a faceless crowd, with no sign of you.

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[thestarwarslesbian]

Whenever you need sombody (1)

Time for some Hurt!Obi-wan people!

Tagging @starrrgazingbunny as Scar is in the second part but you need to read this one to get some context.

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The war was still dragging on. Anakin had spoken with the chancellor about the estimated time till the end of the war. According to Palpatine it was the Jedi council who were delaying the war and causing the rest of the Jedi to fight. Anakin stormed into the middle of a council meeting. 

 It didn’t look like a council meeting.  

Mace Windu sat on the floor arm around his old padawan. Next to him on the chair was Plo Koon who was plating the hair of the Jedi master sat on the floor in front of him. With closer inspection Anakin realised it was Obi-wan. It was hard to recognise him with longer hair after months apart. “What do you want so bad you had to barge in here Skywalker?” Asked Mace 

“I want you guys to tell me the truth.” Said Anakin. He was going to get to the bottom of the corruption within the council. The members looked like they were contemplating on whether to answer. 

 “Obi-wan is the only qualified Jedi that is a general,” Spoke Mace. “He is a recognised General on Melida/Daan. Which means he is the only Jedi to be recognised, formally by legitimate armies, as a General.” They were really telling him the truth. Maybe, they weren’t running the war after all. He had heard that his old master hated talking about his past before Anakin. Maybe it was because he was a child general.  

“Retired, meant to be, I am.” This shocked Anakin. Master Yoda retired. He stared at Yoda on his place on Obi-wan’s lap. If it was meant to be now, then the Council definitely wouldn’t have planned for the war to go on that much longer. Next Kit Fisto “I have slept with everyone on the council bar Yoda, Plo, Mace and Obi-wan.” Okay. It wasn’t a surprise to Anakin that Kit had slept with majority of the council what had shocked him was that he hadn’t slept with Obi-wan. He was sure Kit would have tried to sleep with him first. Next Plo Koon spoke, “I’m married to Mace.” Okay, thought Anakin, Fork in a kitchen. It was to be expected, the two did biker like an old married couple. 

“I am banging my general.” Shaak Ti spoke up from the seat she sat on. In her lap was a baby Yoda? Did Yoda have a child or was it the same species. The rest of the council went around sharing secrets. All of which made Anakin confused. Why would they just tell him their secrets. Obi-wan’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. 

“I was sold by Qui-gon at 14 to the hutts” “WHAT” Okay so maybe not everyone on the council knows all secrets. “I was kept as a pleasure slave until I was 24 because of my biology.” Obi-wan the next part quieter than the rest.  

“Hold on.” Anakin said breaking the shocked silence in the council chamber “You were a slave?” Had his master really been like him? A slave? But to be kept as a pleasure slave was something much worse. “Yeah, I still have the slave chip as I was kept by Jaba the Hut. That’s why I never went back to Tatooine or planets in hutt space because I was well recognised amongst the Hutts and slave owners.” 

“OMG!” Anakin final knew where he knew Obi-wan’s face from. “That was you!” 

“Please, don’t talk about it when I’m around. Please Anakin.” 

“Leave, like would you. Obi-wan?” Obi-wan nodded as he stood up after lifting Yoda of his lap. “Here.” Shaak said passing the baby Yoda to him. “Grogu wants to stay with you.” Obi-wan took ba- Grogu, into his arms looking on the edge of tears before leaving the room. “Care to elaborate?” Mace asked once the council members had sat in their seats. 

Anakin took a deep breath. 

“When I was young and still living on Tatooine. Jaba the Hutt used to parade around the streets. No one really payed that much attention. Once a year there was a day when everyone on Tatooine gathered and watched the high up people offer something or someone to Jaba. The tradition also extends to visitors on the planet. When I was 1 it was the first time I went, I remember it very vividly, a Jedi turned up dragging a boy with him, no older then 14. The kid was begging him not to. He had a slave collar. This bit is a bit fuzzy, but my mum told me when I was older. The Jedi said he offered this boy as a force sensitive, Stewjon pleasure slave on his lap. You never saw the slaves face. Jaba had never been so excited over a gift, mum took me to a different room, but I could still here Jaba ‘breaking in’ his slave. The slave was Java’s favourite toy. He was used everywhere possible. A year before Qui-gon found me, the slave escaped and their where pictures of him placed all over, I always knew I recognised his face, I had seen it constantly for over a year.” 

“Then why was Obi-wan’s braid so long?” Mace enquired. “Qui-him said that Obi-wan was protecting the Duchess of Mandalore.” 

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know.” 

“I can’t believe none of us knew.” Plo whispered from where he sat on Maces lap, at some point in the story he had gotten up and moved seat. “Told, I was.” Yoda said. “Obi-wan, by. Secrecy, sworn to, I was.” 

“Should we talk about it with Obi-wan?” Depa asked.  

“That will be up for Obi-wan to decide,” Shaak said. “But the question remains why did you want us to tell you the truth, Skywalker?”  

“I was talking with the chancellor, and he said that it was the council that was making the war drag on like you wanted it to. What I saw wasn’t much help in what he said too.” 

“Talk about later, we shall,” Yoda spoke. “For now, find Obi-wan we must. In the temple he is not. In the force, feel it, I do.” 

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[castawayskywalker]

Chapter II | Royal Expectations

"This shirt is making me feel like I'm being choked." The obviously distressed prince complained. His sister, who had dutifully intervened herself in the wedge between a large wall-to-wall mirror, had grappled her arms tightly around him. She rolled her eyes, cinching the shirt extra tight in the process. 

"Hey! Watch it, Leia." The prince gasped, grabbing her arms in an effort to get her away from him, but she persisted, pushing out of his frame, and back to her task at hand.

"No, Luke. It's tradition the sash is tied on the right side, not the left side, and the buttons and cross ties are not to be shown. And since you're being such a whiny baby about, I'll make sure your makeup is extra heavy this time around." Leia said with a mischievous smile, her eyes glazing over in sadistic satisfaction of her previous years into tricking her twin brother into wearing some outlandish things.

"Leia. I'm not ten. Mother already told me that it isn't necessarily a requirement to wear traditional makeup during parades. Plus, why'd you had to shoo away the servants? At least I'd be able to protect myself if they'd choke me too tight." Luke winced, her sister wrapping the sash too tight once again.

Leia released him, much to his relief. "Because they'll fawn over you. And we will never get to the parade on time." Luke blushed at his sister's comments, which Leia only rolled her eyes, walking away from the prince and facing the mirror to fix her own outfit.

"They don't fawn. Anyways... did you tell mother about my request?" Luke said with a hopeful look. He had initially sent Leia down to her mother's chambers to ask about the chance of joining a pilot's program that trains their fleet to help stranded Naboo convoys. He had known Leia would be the only one with the opportunity to ease his mother's suspicions. 

"No, I didn't have time and there were too many people with her. Plus, it's your life, Luke. You need to start acting like the crown prince you are and tell her yourself." She said with a huff, swooshing her graceful dress away, walking out of the room without another word. 

Luke watched, as the door closed with a familiar beep. He glanced back to where he stood at the mirror, his body poised and stiff in front of his mirror. Surely, he could do it himself? He knew talking to his father wouldn't even be a possibility. What with the resurgence of uprisings, and imperial sentiments, his mother had been the only option. But now, glancing at the mirror in his outlandishly formal attire, he held a confusion that left his head in puddles.

Was the pilot program what he really wanted? Or was it the opportunity to be more involved? Sure, he had his fair share of political meetings, sitting in for the royal council, and negotiating in-state matters, but he never was able to apply himself to anything else. What else lay beyond him? 

That is what he often pondered in his many meditations with his Jedi instructor, Yoda. Yoda would often scold him, telling him he was thinking too much.

"A Jedi does not have growing curiosity. Curiosity leads to anger, resentment, jealousy..." 

"I'm not a Jedi." Luke Grumbled, his sweaty figure masked by his inward distraction.

"A Jedi you are not. Within the Force you are."

Luke's vision cleared when he heard a knock and a sound of approaching steps. He looked at the figure, which he had not expected to have come so soon, not with all the preparations.

"Luke." Padme, the Queen of Naboo said with a look of concern. She dressed beautifully well, her hair adorning a wonderful layer of jewels, and satin scarfs that twisted up and down her arms. Always the look of sophistication. Also, a look of caution it seemed to Luke, as she held a small smile, approaching him with motherly care. "Is everything alright? Leia mentioned in passing you were not feeling well."

Luke cursed her sister, shaking his head, before grasping his mother's hands. "I'm not sick, mother. I'm just..." He was scared to tell her he was confused. He did not understand his place. He did not know what was next for him. Sure, he would eventually succeed his father, but what then? A life of servitude to a crown?

"Luke, I understand what plagues you. I've seen it before." Padme said with a notable tone, her arms traveling up his and toward his face, where she cupped his cheeks softly. "Your father and I felt the same way. To become a King is no remedial task. And not a force-sensitive one either. However, it will all make sense soon."

"How soon?" Luke said with a sigh, pushing back his mother's grasp, walking away with a frustrated sigh. "I know what I want, but at the same time, I don't. It's this whole fuzzy in-between stuff that I'm so lost in."

He stood away, his back facing away from his mother, however, is ears picked up on retreating steps. He turned back to his mother, to see she had made steps to his dresser. There he had left various trinkets and weapons including his lightsaber. He approached her, watching as his mother touched his saber softly.

She grasped onto it, switching it around in her hand. "Do you remember the girl from the Yavin Conference? What a shame she wasn't your soulmate, she had such a crush on you." Padme, said with a knowing smile, looking up at her son.

Luke frowned. "Soulmate? What does that have anything to do with it? Mom, I'm-"

"I think it has everything to do with it, Luke. Often we find ourselves riddled in confusion without our other half. Finding them would be a missing puzzle for you, Luke. Perhaps you should ponder on it within your meditations." Padme said, trailing away from her son and toward the door.

"Mom, the meditations are supposed to be clear of mind. Plus, I really don't think finding my soulmate is going to do much. I'm talking about myself, I'm talking about my future, how can I be happy with my life?" Luke said with an ever-growing voice. 

"Luke. I don't think you realize I've known you since I first held you and Leia in my arms. Since then, I knew that you would have no trouble finding a way to be yourself. Love opens many doors, Luke. Do not let one shut because you are too afraid to look ahead." Padme said with a thoughtful look. Luke went quiet at that, watching as his mother looked at him with an unreadable expression, before turning towards the door.

"I will be heading out. Make sure you're ready soon. The people would like to see their soon-to-be king, on-time. I love you." Padme narrowed her eyes, before leaving the room. That left two family members to walk out without a single reply by Luke. He scoffed, grabbing fistfuls of his blonde hair in frustration.

"What does she know. Soulmates are waste of time, no sooner I would kiss a-" Luke paused.  Releasing himself from his physical frustration, his eyes traveled to his windows that he had not realized were open. He watched as the sun cast its shadow across the beautifully carved walls. The draperies flew widely, its lightly adorned fabric brushing up against the opened glass making a soft billowy sound. Luke couldn't help to glance at it all with one pervasive thought. Perhaps, she was right. He wasn't daft. The idea of loving someone in such a way did not create such an ugly splotch on his mind. In fact, he dreamed of her. Blazing red, just as the Naboo Sun did on his skin when he trained. Swirling with passion, as he ran across the fields of blooming flowers. Grazing with softness, like the passing breezes when he stood out on his balcony, glancing at the stars. That was definitely not something his pride could care to admit.

Perhaps that was what attracted him so. The Sun, the moons, the stars. His want to escape this luscious planet. It all reminded him of her. The Force did as well. He could almost feel its whisper on days such as this, feel the soft hands gliding across his skin. He couldn't imagine a more beautiful creature. He longed to hold her, so much so he plagued his mind to forget her.

And that's where Luke stood. In a frightfully convoluted disposition. He needed to focus on something else. It would do no good, no matter what his mother said. So as his beautifully cerulean blue eyes cast their gaze away from the setting sun, he walked away.

No doubt finding his way back to her, like he always did.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The Crown-prince was beginning to enjoy himself on the top of a magnificent blooming petal--which showcased Naboo's lovely state flower--waving across to the tens of thousands of people who joined him in gliding their ribbons across the air. While normally he would feel frightfully awkward, and slightly embarrassed from all of the excited screams and heartful looks, he couldn't help but sense a freeness within the force that day.

His Sister, Leia who was busy throwing charming smiles to the cheering crowd, cast occasional glances over to Luke. "You're enjoying yourself." Leia said, whispering into Luke's ear as she continued to wave.

Luke rolled his eyes, cocking a smile. "Of course. Who wouldn't from all these wonderful voices screaming 'Marry me, Luke!', and 'Have my Kids, Luke!' It's quite charming actually." He began to laugh, as he saw his sister fake puke. 

"Leia, while the citizens do enjoy a good display of humanity, try not to throw up on the float. Your mother worked hard on designing this." Anakin, who sat slightly upwards with his wife, look down with a humorous look. Leia looked up; eyes widened as she straightened up. She blushed, while Luke simply continued to laugh.

"Luke." Anakin said lowly, a slight frown forming, he must've noticed Luke's slightly out of the ordinary good mood. "Is everything all right with you today?"

"Yes, Father. Why?" Luke felt as light as air. For once in his life, he did not despise this formal ceremony, and he couldn't seem to figure out why. He had felt it in the force, something weightless, almost alarming so. However, he just thought that maybe due to the high energy in the air, that the Force was reflecting on that.

"Well usually you're very apprehensive and annoyed about these parades. You just seem unusually happy." He said, almost with a knowing look as if he too understood the force had shifted slightly.

"No, I just guess I'm relaxed that's all." Luke said with a shrug, waving at a particularly cute little girl, who had been picked up on her dad's shoulders and was throwing her arms wildly at the float. He chuckled.

Anakin narrowed his eyes, glancing up at his wife with a concerned brow. "Did you tell him?" He mouthed quietly to her. Padme who had been throwing a few nearby petals, beads, and other adornments, furrowed her brows and she hesitated slightly. 

"No...?"

Luke had caught the quick exchange, turning around slightly to his parents. "Tell me what?" Anakin and Padme both frowned at each other, before continuing on with their display. His mother only faltered slightly when she looked over at Luke who had begun to get rather annoyed at his parents ignoring him. "Luke, I promise once at dinner we'll discuss this matter. But for now, let's continue."

Anakin nodded at Luke, who still slightly peeved, turned back around to face the crowd. He looked over at his sister, who simply shrugged, before smiling widely at the adoring crowd.

The Parade continued, with multiple floats not just of beings of royalty, but the regions across Naboo. Each float highlighted some of the more notable ones including the Gungan Caves, Sacred Forest, and one of Luke's personal favorites, Lake Country. Even now he could picture the sparkling falls, and stunningly picturesque backdrop of his childhood. Knowing how at ease he was in the force today, his mood had shifted from earlier, and he suddenly realized just how wonderful the parade ceremonies were. It made Naboo a lot more exquisite and gave the citizens of Theed an opportunity to come together in harmony. If only he could understand why his mind had shifted perspective, perhaps it was a sign he was maturing as a leader? He would have to talk to Yoda in his next training.

It came to a surprise to Luke when the parade had begun to close, nightfall making its approach across the sky. The floats began to make their way back into the palace walls, and into a wide shaped corridor lit with many hanging lights. There, individuals and palace officials stood, beckoning the royal fleet with open arms, and ushering them out. When the float stopped, he did not get up as quickly as he did before. Before, he would be so over the ceremony he would all but leap off and hurry into the next portion of the evening. However, this time he waited patiently for his mother and sister to stand up, only getting up to assist them down the steps. 

Leia looked at him oddly, and his mother simply smiled, before making their way through the doors into one of the back entrance corridors. Luke walked along side Anakin, who was staring straight ahead with a complex look, that often-made Luke want to ask what bothered him so much. However, Luke knew it came with the territory. Being a King consort, but a King nevertheless was not an easy-minded task. To have the ability to carry a planet on your shoulders, and the past and future along with it, would very well kill an ordinary man. Which perhaps is why, the Force carried so well within his family. They needed to count on it in times of great stress and fear.

Luke had remembered when he felt the force for the first time, or at least felt it's power. He had been around five years, and already blooming with life. He had escaped from his mother's grasps, who was so busy with Leia, failed to realize he had left and ran away. He had run all the way down to the palace steps where a guard had stationed a trespasser in their grasps. He didn't know what came over him, but every time the guard went to lash out at the trespasser, he was stuck. Luke had reached out, unknowingly at the time. 

That was the day his father also told him about the dark side of the force. The easy, desirability of it. Luke had felt it even at a young age but didn't understand the intentions it had. It was sneaky, clever, and seduces force users without even knowing it.

"Ah, Your Highness's." He heard a familiar voice approach, snapping him out of his reverie. He focused on the voice and saw the aging beard of Naboo's most notorious General, Obi-wan Kenobi. Also, a Force-user like his father, he often admired him for his passion, and sharp knowledge. He could go to him with questions much easier than he could with his own father.

Obi-wan smiled as he bowed to the Skywalker family, before clearing his throat as he motioned for them continue on their route. "May I suggest a toast this evening?"

"Perhaps." Padme laughed, before glancing Luke and Anakin's direction, before latching onto Obi-Wan's arm, and ushering him further away from the main group. Leia huffed, falling into line with the rest of us. 

"Okay, what in the stars is going on?" Luke said with bewilderment. "Is there a big secret every one's so blatantly trying to keep from me?"

"It's not a secret, Luke. We're almost to the dining hall, and we'll discuss it further then. Do not worry." Anakin said as his eyes softened to Luke. 

Much to his relief, they had finally made into the formal dining parlor, where his mother, Obi-wan and few other high royal officials milled about in accordance to eat with the entire family. Servants greeted Luke and his family at entrance to the dining hall, the doors now widening up into a stunningly portrait-like view.

The dining-hall showcased some of the palace's most stunning artwork, including the floor to ceiling depictions of the beginning of civilizations, and the planet's history within the mid-rim territories. Luke struggled to loosen the sashes that were once again beginning to be too tight. Whatever happy mood he was in, was dampening when he realized his entire family was keeping something from him.

Did some royal official die? Were they arranging some celebration? Luke didn't know, but he was one second away from using the force to lash out at his family.

Calm yourself, Luke. Breath in. Feel the Force around you. 

A few servants approached him, two girls around his age that blushed madly, as they bowed towards him. "May we take your outer-sash, your highness?" So, they had noticed his struggle with his garments. Was he that easy to read? Luke simply nodded his head, pulling the loose strands until only his normal silk garments showed. The maids both grasped on it with awe, before scurrying away in a fit of giggles.

Luke simply shook his head. What is it about girls? He was reminded of the earlier conversation with his mother, his mind now plagued with thoughts.

You need to concentrate. You can't think about her here.

" Aw, Luke the heartthrob. You know you'll never see that sash again, right?" He heard Leia exclaim, as she laughed. She had noticed the servants' interactions with Luke. Leia had always teased him about his bachelor status, along with his entire family it seemed like.

"Yeah, yeah. I wouldn't be talking. At least I don't try to sneak out with every guard who is willing to try." Luke said coyly, passing by his sister who he knew for sure had her jaw dropped at his response. Luke passed by the rows of seats, before sitting down on the left side of the head table where is mother and father sat. 

Everyone began to sit down, shuffling in their seats with anticipation of the meal. Most weeks it would just be the royal family and its personal guests, however, because of the parade ceremony many guests had traveled from across Theed to dine and celebrate. 

Conversations bloomed, and Luke chatted amongst officials who happened to catch his eye, talking about everything and anything in other occasions Luke would find completely and utterly boring.

It wasn't long before the doors opened again, and hot steaming food rose in a staggering number of plates. Toppling high in expert precision as if had been some magical trick. Luke was playfully reminded of a time when he was younger and he tried to use the Force to carry the plate him, causing the entire dinner to clash into one another, and the guests splattered in greasy meat, and sticky pudding.

Once the plates were sat in front of everyone, they all waited in hesitation for the Queen to announce dinner. Padme simply smiled, as she spoke with enough authority that everyone hushed into a silence. "Before we begin, I'd like to thank General Kenobi, who has just gotten back from an excellent feat of courage to stop a rogue convoy that had threatened our airships. He has so graciously asked for a toast. May everyone raise their glasses?" 

Everyone raised their glasses in accomplishment, waiting as the older man stood up from his seat. He nodded his head with a mischievous smile, raising his own bubbly glass to everyone. "I'd like to thank each and every soldier and pilot who showed heroic nature. Without you, I would not be standing here, and neither would all of you." Luke admired Obi-Wan's skillful way of commanding a room, if it had been any other circumstances Obi-Wan would've made a fine leader for the entire galaxy.

"As I often reflect with His Majesty, we do not enter such positions as now with anticipation. A great man does not seek to lead, he is called to it. And with that calling we have taken our place within the force. My time as a Jedi was once everything to me, that after the fall of the Council I thought I would never recover." Obi-wan paused, swallowing as he searched around to all the familiar faces, before landing on Lukes'.

"Until I found hope. Hope in a better future, and that maybe the galaxy would change. I thank you all for this wonderful opportunity and look forward to a brighter future in our new leaders." Obi-wan winked at me with a sly smile, before he raised his glass higher, signifying for everyone to cheer and drink their own. I took a swift sip, the bubbly nature making my eyes water, as I took in a deep breath.

I didn't know if I would be successful as this planet's leader. But Obi-Wan's sayings rang true in my mind.

A great man does not seek to lead, he is called to it.

Everyone began back into their normal routines, soaking up the savory dishes, and delicious drinks as I watched it all in spectacle. Who knew I'd become so sentimental all of the sudden?

"Luke." I heard my father call out to me, my eyes flicking over to his own. He smiled pleasantly, enjoying sips of his finely aged wine. "I feel it's time to tell you."

My mother's ears perked at our conversation, her own face turning towards ours, as she smiled brightly. "Yes, all good news of course." My eyes brows scrunched in surprise at that.

"We know of your interest in the pilot program, although you have not expressed directly to us. I have spoken with General Kenobi, and he would be very interested in having you be part of the program." Anakin announced, watching with slight amusement as his son's eyes widened with joy.

"You mean- I- Really...?" Luke let out a light laugh. He couldn't even express his emotions. 

"Of course, in respect to your position there will be restrictions and your mother-"

"Will still want you present for your royal meetings, and formal ceremonies. I also wish to express I do not want this to hinder your life at all." Padme cut in front of her husband, placing an arm across the back of his chair. "We want this to be an attribute, not a distraction."

"Of course, Mother. I- thank you." Luke smiled wildly now. He could barely contain his excitement. This was why he felt the way he did not too long ago. Perhaps the force was telling him to anticipate something changing in his life. Something that would flip his life backwards and answer every question he had.

Luke knew with absolutely certainty, that the next couple of days, and possibly lifetime would finally change.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: I wanted to thank everyone for the support! I decided I would go through Luke's POV, as I felt it would set up the next couple of chapters, especially in regard to him meeting the main female character ;) Think of New Hope Luke transitioning, into Empire Strikes Back. Basically, puppy dog, to suddenly jedi hottie??? lmao as always, make sure to like, comment, and share if you enjoy! 

P.S. meant to post this as a gift for May the Fourth, but I broke my toe :( so I was little preoccupied. Have a great day/evening everyone!

#luke skywalker #fanfiction #mark hamill #lukeskywalker fanfiction #lukeskywalker x reader #soulmate au #star wars #civilwar #lukeskywalker #royalty au #royal au #royal soulmate au

[anotheruserwithnoname]

Thoughts on the DW 60th announcements

I’ll leave it up to the individual reader to judge if there’s any significance to there being so little notice paid to the release this weekend of a trailer for the upcoming Doctor Who 60th anniversary specials that confirmed the titles of the three one-hour programs what will see David Tennant and Catherine Tate reunited. (Apparently they presented at today’s BAFTAs too by the way). The media has noted it, but social media-wise I’ve seen very little (I’m the first among anyone in my group of followers to post about it, anyway). Just compare to the amount of buzz the 50th anniversary shows had.

Here’s the trailer.

The titles, for those interested are The Star Beast, Wild Blue Yonder and The Giggle (which is anticipated to be the final story of the brief Fourteenth Doctor era before he hands off to Fifteen).

A few thoughts on what I’ve seen and heard so far:

The trailer gives us the first proper look at Rose, the mysteriously named short-term companion for these specials, along with the first good look we’ve had of Beep the Meep, as it is comfirmed that Star Beast is an adaptation of the Tom Baker-era comic strip from Doctor Who Weekly (it wasn’t even Magazine yet!). Beep has been recurring character in the DWM comics over the decades (even appearing in a couple of Big Finish audios) but watching the scene they choose to include in the trailer, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that Russell T Davies is hoping to launch the Doctor Who equivalent of The Mandalorian’s Baby Yoda/Grogu. I mean, seriously.

We get a glimpse of Neil Patrick Harris’ mysterious character. Many online are thinking he’s playing an update of the Harnell-era villain the Toymaker. I’m not using the full name because the first part of the name is considered racist these days ... which is one reason why I doubt NPH is playing him. The second is RTD didn’t create the Toymaker and there’s been no word of, say, a reissue of the original storyline on DVD or Blu-ray or the Target novelisation. A much more likely candidate is The Trickster, a recurring villain RTD created for the classic Donna episode Turn Left and a couple of Sarah Jane Adventures stories. Sure, NPH’s tuxedo-clad dancer is far removed from the wraith-like creature from the earlier episodes, but this show has some experience with characters changing appearance (which would have to happen with the Toymaker anyway since Michael Gough has been gone for about 20 years). I also argue this because the Trickster is tied to Donna’s character arc and has the ability to alter timelines in such a way that might have resulted in Tennant returning, for example. Another possibility is he’s The Shopkeeper, a mysterious and possibly benign (or not) character featured in The Sarah Jane Adventures and heavily implied to be a Time Lord. His story arc was left incomplete because SJA ended after Lis Sladen died so it’s a bit of unfinished business for RTD. But there is no canonical story in which the Shopkeeper and Doctor ever met before this, so I say this is unlikely.

Now we come to the Judoon in the room: I’m posting about them, am I even planning to watch the things? I’ll lay it out - I don’t know.

#doctor who 60th anniversary #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #beep the meep

[boltwrites]

Not the anon from before but i would like to hear the red flags for star wars men👀

sure thing!

disclaimers: these are "red flags" not dealbreakers. that means they're just things you need to look into more. plenty of people can have these opinions (and i share some myself!) but the important thing is the reasoning behind them. i'm just sharing a few things i've come across in fandom that can be indicative of other biased/nasty behavior in combination with other factors. they're separated by what kind of nasty these people can be below the cut.

general ick

as with any fandom, fan-checking (asking questions to see if you're a "real fan") in a serious, non-joking manner, is always indicative of an asshole

people who will roll their eyes or otherwise berate you for having only watched the movies

especially men who berate women who have only seen the mandalorian, or call them "basic"

anyone who insults the actors and their portrayals, especially those who insult the actors from the prequels, and especially those who insult child actors

in a non-joking way, correcting people who call grogu baby yoda

if they hate the sequel trilogy (this could be misogyny, racism, or just general pick-me energy)

insisting that they call rey "rey palpatine" (not respectful of autonomy and chosen family)

don't like the chanel boots luke skywalker meme (homophobic, lmao)

if they generally dislike lgbt+ headcanons or other diverse portrayals, especially when regarding new, original characters

in general they disregard forms of fan media like fanfiction. maybe i'm biased, but that's a little... weird lmao

misogyny

hates at least 2-3 female characters, especially if they are underdeveloped, not shown often, or particularly girly (for example: satine, padme, shaak ti, mon mothma)

dislikes rey

dislikes leia in the sequels

dislikes the kenobi series (could also be racism, could also be just an annoying fanboy who wanted his vader/kenobi matchup in episode 1 and doesn't understand how storytelling works)

they are a man whose favorite character is boba fett (+1 if they hate the boba fett show. +2 if they read the comics. this can be indicative of many things, but mostly misogyny)

if they are a man whose favorite female character is ahsoka. (this can be indicative of misogyny if their favorite male characters are relatively underdeveloped/have less screen time than ahsoka. this can be indicative of predatory behavior if by "female character" they mean "character i want to fuck" because in 90% of ahsoka's screen time she is a child)

fascist/alt right/racist

let's start with the obvious: they heavily align with the empire or first order - not the sith, the empire/first order

their favorite character is hux or tarkin

they hate finn (or lando, honestly)

they are unusually interested in the fashion/clothing the empire wears, especially in the original trilogy (their clothing is basically copy-pasted from a certain time period in german history)

this is the big one: if they refused to watch andor, or if they watched andor and hated it. andor is one of the most blatantly antifascist pieces of media in the star wars universe. if they don't have a good reason for disliking it, this can honestly be a big red flag

basically just watch out. the empire is an allegory for wwii germany in the original trilogy, and the first order is an allegory for the alt right (although much more loosely). if they seem particularly weird or make "the empire was right" jokes a lot, give them a huge side-eye

i definitely missed some. please feel free to ask for clarification on any of these!

#asks #derpymidnight #author speaks

[hotpinkboots]

I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER WITH THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 3 FINALE

I was just a *tiny* bit disappointed that nothing came out of Mando getting tied up and looking pretty on his knees (I WANTED TO SEE HIM INJURED >:))) ), but it was so cute how Grogu came to save his daddy LOL. The bacta spray part was adorable I love the call back to past episodes like that it's adorable.

ALSO I LOVED HOW BO WAS FLYING LIKE A BADASS AND TURNED ON THE DARKSABER LIKE THAT IT WAS SO UNNECESSARY AND DRAMATIC I LOVED IT LMFAO

Armorer Bonking People Supremacy

oh also when Mr. Mando said something about "this could get messy" or whatever he said it was something along the lines of that I had to stop myself from oohing and awing and moaning because of the way he said "messy". thank you

ALSO HOW THE HELL DID EARMUFF GIDEON BREAK THE DARKSABER THINGY????

AIDJDKDJJD

When I see Din getting thrown around I automatically scream and cry and wave my hands around and yell. I always need to be prepared like "ok Mando may get thrown" because I need to like jump through the screen and save him or some crap idk

GROGUUUU USING HIS BABY GOOGOO GAGA POWER TO SAVE DIN AND BO FROM THAT BIG ASS SHIP CRASH?? AMAZING. THAT MOMENT WAS BEAUTIFUL LOOK AT THIS YOU GUYS

LIKE WHAT 😭

Also his little sit at the end omg holds gently baby baby baby booboo tired from using his googoo gaga powers

It's always so bizzare to see Grogu like jumping around and stuff though 💀 like OKKK WELL I THINK WE OVERDID THAT JUST A BIT LMFAO I forgot baby can do parkour. Everytime I see Grogu doing parkour all I can think of is that parkour scene from The Office LOL

I do think Earmuff Gideon "died" too easily there's no way he's dead. Also what if that wasn't him and it was just one of his clones or something. And even if it wasn't a clone that's way too easy of a death. His scream at that part tho man that was insane I LOVED IT

ALSO MANDO FINALLY ADOPTED BABY YODA. LIKE. IT'S OFFICIAL AT LAST I kind of thought it already was a thing but like now it's a THING like they are ACTUALLY family now

Also also also I have been thinking for a good like six months now where are Grogu's parents. Like I know they're probably dead or won't come into the show or plot or anything but it's worth thinking about. And Order 66 was a while ago man so like how long was Grogu just chilling around in his lil space pod perambulator. whO ARE YOUR PARENTS KID

ALSO MY BOY IG-11 COMING BACK I FREAKING EXPLODED MAN 😭 like DUDE AT LAST I MISSED YOU

It was *so* satisfying to see Din now having a home base. Not a ship, a *home.* We haven't TRULY seen him relax EVER in this show. I thought it was so sweet that he had a place where he could put his feet up for once and just watch his kid/apprentice play. That really was the thing that got me, finally seeing such a strong, stoic character finally able to relax, sit back, and enjoy himself for a while. What better way to do so than by putting your feet up and watching your kid play? It's such a good feeling to see one of my favorite characters at last having a moment of true peace.

And that leaves it open for more adventures, no crazy cliff hanger that makes us wait impatiently for like a year or two, just relaxation and peace for once, just thinking that Din and Grogu are somewhere out there chilling :')

So they get to chill out until the next season which is a good feeling I cried my face off seeing the two of them relaxing I KNOW I KEEP SAYING "oh they're relaxing they're relaxing finally peace omg relaxation" BUT IT'S TRUE. DIN'S ALWAYS FIGHTING HIS ASS OFF BRO HE DESERVES A BREAK

So yeah I could NOT be happier with the ending of this season. The season OVERALL was pretty boring, so I'm disapponted about that, but the last two episodes were *chef's kiss*

also mythosaur or however you spell it. WAKE YO ASS UP BROOOOOO

#pinkie speakie #mando #the mandalorian #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #the mandalorian season 3 #din djarin #Mando and Grogu #bo katan #bo katan kryze #the armorer #armorer #greef karga #ig 11 #moff gideon #Youtube

[mathmusic8]

Tales of the Jedi Reaction

Y'all, it was SO

GOOD

<3 <3 <3

Spoilers under the cut

Episode 1

Pav-ti (Ahsoka's mom) is beautiful 

And she has a gun :D

Also her dad is a lovable dork <3

I appreciate how they have 1-year-old Ahsoka acting appropriately for her age

This is quite the ritual for one so young. But I appreciate it, in a way. 

Ohhhh no big bad monster

Hghhhhhhhhhhh very big bad monster!!

Is this gonna be a Grogu-with-the-mud-horn moment?

Nope, guess not--opE, THIS BRINGS ME DISTRESS NOT GOOD

I mean we know how this ends but STILL

THAT SCREENSHOT THO with baby soka patting the tiger's nose <3 <3 <3

(How on earth did she get on top of that thing?? XD)

Gosh dangit y'all I need to sleep but I now don't WANT TO

Episode 2

Young Dooku!! Is that young Qui-Gon? Can't really tell. I don't see a padawan braid

That's the most actual dog-looking dog I've ever seen in star wars

Dooku's so dramatic with that cape XD

Y'all are leaving your backs wide open

Ohhhhkaaay this is sinister

Mmmmmm this does not look like it's going to end well

His lightsaber was blue <3

Why? Just... why, senator dude?

OH SNAP THERE'S THE DARKNESS

GOOD JOB KIDs FOR DEESCALATING 

BUT YIKES

Heeheeheehee it is Qui-Gon <3

Good golly gracious I'm gonna cry Qui-Gon was so sweet

(Noooooo why is this show SO GOOD I WAS GONNA SLEEP BUT I GUESS NOT)

Episode 3

I can see why Dooku is getting very fed up with the system. I would be, too.

What are those GLOVES? Like, are they just for show or are these people only near-human? (I lowkey want a pair)

Hmmm the senator's nervous. He'll do ANYTHING for his people, huh?

Disaster lineage rebellion didn't start with Qui-Gon XD

Thhaaaat's a lightsaber mark in that tree

Ope, LOTS of lightsaber marks

Well this went downhill very quickly

This guy's got mismatched eyes. Neat

Semage. Is that a name I should know?

(As interesting and genuinely fascinating as Dooku's backstory is, I hope we don't spend a whole of time on his fall. It's depressing.)

Episode 4

At least one more Dooku episode. Alrighty, that's fine. I just kinda hope this is the last one.

Ooooooooh I like this inner view of the archives :D

There goes Kamino :'D

Ohhhhhhhhh this is DURING Episode I

"an active imagination", honey--Master Nu--that is NOT the right response to a report of Sith appearing--

YADDLE!!

SPEAKS NORMALLY???

WHAT????

Was NOT expecting that

So Yoda's just weird I guess

Dropping hints, are we, Dooku?

"I will not be there to protect you, my old Padawan" "You need not worry, Master. Obi-Wan fills that role now."

SHRIIIIIEEEEEK

"He acquits himself quite well."

*shrieking continues"

Dooku still hasn't met Obi-Wan?? Even though he and Qui-Gon apparently still get along? 

Is that the last time they saw each other? D':

Here we go. I sense a climax coming. Yaddle's not having it.

Ohhhhh they just got the news about Qui-Gon's death. Oww.

Yeah, I bet this is Dooku's last episode

Yaddle doing some sneaky sneak sneaking

(Ahsoka canonically never knew Yaddle. This is going to be bad)

Ah, so Dooku's already been in contact with Sidious.

"You lost an apprentice and so did I. All in service of our greater goals."

Hrk--

That was a gut punch if I ever felt one

This REALLY hurts, watching Dooku voice all his regrets for his lost honor, as if he's having second thoughts, but we as the audience already know he's only going to fall further

Yaddle... you... okay, mad respect for giving your full and honest best effort to help this man. But this is an absolute tragedy.

Yaddle, I wish you'd've run. I get that you're still trying to save him, but---

HOLY--

Ohhhh that was unpleasant death

OPE JUST KIDDING

But this still can't end well

....I don't know which moment was worse.

Episode 5

Okay, there's only 6 of these, so better enjoy these last two

(Will there be any more? I don't think so...)

Anakin! During clone wars--baby face! LOOK AT THAT BABY FACE ANAKIN

OBI-WAN MULLET

AHSOKA almost HAS SLEEVES!

CALEBBBBBBBBB 

AIIIIEEEEEEEEE THat WaS sO CuTE

Oh myGOSH HE CANONICALLY KNOWS AHSOKA DURING THE WAR

Seriously, like, not very many people were in there. That super implies they're close friends

Of course Anakin thinks the training remotes are sub-par XD

Troopers! My boys! 

REXXXX <3 <3

"Don't worry Rex, she'll wake up"

Awwwww

IT WAS JESSE!!!

*he waves* "Sorry Commander!"

SQUEAAAAAL

THAT WAS SO CUTE JESSE XD

also, super helpful to know stun blasts work for a whole hour. And that you can "get used to it". And that she's dizzy afterwards

Jeeze Anakin how long were you doing this?

So yeah, she does start waking up faster

THIS HURTS MY HEART

THIS IS WHY SHE SURVIVED

IT HURTS

awww she's still training later in the war

OWWW SHE USES THAT EXACT MOVE IN THE--YES, IN THIS EPISODE EXACTLY WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Episode 6

gaaaaaasp is this how Ahsoka gets her white lightsabers?? So excited

Gah the funeral tho (cries)

Bail absolutely saw her

Ah, there he is

Ahsoka's face--she's just... so broken right now

These poor troopers are like "we picked up a weeeirdo"

Ahsoka got the message, tho :D

REX IS STILL WITH HER

GAH SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS FOR THE FANFICS

Yeeee! Cut Lawquane and the Fam!

Orrrr just farmers, okay thay's fine

Aaaaand there goes Ahsoka's cover

ASHLA IS CANONICALLY HER UNDER COVER NAME!! Yeee!

Yeeeeaaah, kid, you better skip town. Like. Pronto.

Ah, but that's what attracted the Inquisitor. Got it.

Oh.

Oh dear.

That is NOT how I expected this to go

Ohhh mmmaaan this is tense

Awww I'm almost sad that we didn't get to see this super cool/dangerous Inquisitor in Rebels. But nah, it just makes this little mini-episode epic

Eeeeheeehehe, there's where Organa's comm came in handy :D

It's implied that a significant chunk of time passed. And Rex wasn't with her.

HMMM

But that was the last episode

Maybe we'll learn more in the Bad Batch

I'm going to bed soooooo late y'all

But was it worth it?

YES

ALL OF THEM WERE SO GOOD

#star wars #tales of the jedi #tales of the jedi spoilers #spoilers under the cut #it was SO GOOD YALL #mathmusic reacts #reaction post

[spacesparkledust]

sometimes as you grow older you start to experience certain feelings and I just want to assure you that its perfectly normal and I too for some inexplicable reason feel my blood boil when I hear someone say “Baby Yoda”

#im sorry but the world didnt score on creativity #its just so fucking lame #Tis baby and looks like yoda #How would you feel if i called you Baby Human all the time

[baronessblixen]

Thank you guys for the prompts from the list I reblogged as well as the non-prompted prompts I’ve gotten recently.

Here’s hoping I can finish at least one or two of them before the year is over. But I wanted to thank you in advance cause you’re awesome ❤

#personal #tis writing time again #i was reading a book earlier and was like #oh wow i love writing i want to write #but i'm also trying to learn how to draw #and i am way worse at that #so it takes up a lot of time #i've drawn one baby mulder with yoda ears so far #it doesn't look good and it took forever #you didn't want to know this I know #looking forward to writing fic again #it has been what? three days? lol #i love writing i love reading i love drawing #guys i just love stuff

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Face paint

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: a Halloween party, chaotic fun and Obi wan costume illustrations

Warnings: none

Word count: 2000

@heyhawtdawgs as you suggested, Obi wan dresses up as Anakin 😌

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He dreaded this time of the year. Anakin as always was up to some mischief so given that today was the blue moon festival, he had to keep an eye out. It had gotten to a point that he postponed all his meetings and he would stay at home, away from any trap Anakin would have laid out for him. He was on his way back to his suite, dodging corners and not looking at anyone when he turned the corner and bumped into someone. He could not lose the bet for the consequences were dire. If Anakin managed to catch him before he got home, he would have to attend that horrible event.

But the sight of dark hair coiling around his chest and a pair of brown eyes looking at him made him realize what had taken placed. It was you. He struggled with getting the crush he had for you under control that any effort was futile. Right now, he had forgotten everything, words weren’t forming in his mouth so instead all he could was look at you and steady you back to your feet. “Sorry, Obi wan.”, he heard you say and shook his head as though he would never let you take the blame. It was his fault. But he saw the smile that played on your lips and only then it hit him. As he turned around, Anakin was right there. He had lost, this was the first year he had lost.

“Obi wan, looks like you will have to attend the festival.”, Anakin crossed his arms and he felt defeated. It was low, even for Anakin, to involve you after everything he knew.

“Fine. What are the conditions?”, He asked feeling quite annoyed. “Oh, the council will decide that.”, Anakin motioned to follow him and so he did.

“What are you up to?”, he narrowed his eyes. “Oh you’ll know shortly.”, Anakin responded with that everything turned black.

The air was stuffy and whispers swirled around him. “He’s awake.”, said a voice as he slowly opened his eyes, that were beginning to adjust to the low light. “Alright, alright, final votes now.”, he heard and knew it was his Padawan’s. He looked at the figures who were dressed in costumes of different kinds. He wanted to chide the person responsible for this so when he tried to move his hand, he noticed he had been tied down to the chair. “Anakin.”, he voiced echoed in the dark. “This is unnecessary.”, the anger bubbled in the back of his throat. “I’m sorry master but the stakes are high this year.”, Anakin responded but he heard a laugh and the sound of metal. “Kenobi, you look comfortable.”, his blood began to surge. “What is he doing here?”, he questioned. “I’m here to see you suffer.”, he heard Maul respond while he flicked at his nails.

“Now everyone settle in, we need to choose the top three winners.”, he noticed Anakin held a glass bowl with torn bits of paper in it. “Why do I have to be a part of this?”, his questions were being overlooked. “You’re afraid you might actually enjoy it.”, he heard someone finally respond. “I will not.”, he bit back as he turned to see only to have the wind knocked out of him. You strode into the room in an emerald gown dressed as the daughter, your hair dusted with glitter and your face ever so elegant. His eyes lost focus and the room blurred, his heart began to speed up such that he could feel the pulse in his throat. “Right on time. Let’s get started, our makeup artist is here.”, Anakin announced while he had no clue what was even about to begin. He could sense you were walking closer towards him and he willed himself to look at anything else to calm down.

“The first look is��”, Anakin fished around for a piece of paper and finally stopped when he got one. “Yoda as a baby.”, he read to the room only to hear Maul break the silence with his laugh. Ahsoka covered her mouth while Anakin snickered. He dug his nails into the arm rest. This was what he dreaded, the silliness of it all. But when he felt your finger tilt his chin to have him look at you, he wanted to rethink about this moment. He’d let you do anything, so he was alright with a bit of face paint.

You were close enough to see the faint freckles on his cheek. His eyes very often would focus on you and when you catch him, he’d look away. He sat patiently as you quickly worked the rouge on his cheeks. You fixed the Yoda ears over his head and stepped away. Maul took one look and had to leave the room, Ahsoka squeeled and Anakin was coughing after laughing too hard. “Obi wan you’re so cute!!”, Ahsoka smiled and Rex, who was standing next to her, nodded in response. “I’m not cute.”, he rolled his eyes. But he was and with out any thought you blurted it out which he heard. His brows relaxed, the frustration faded away and his eyes glimmered. “Am I?”, he asked softly as he turned to you. Your cheeks felt warm as your finger fidgeted with the brush. “You are.”, you said quickly and moved away before you could read into his expressions again.

He wanted to wear a costume and attend that stupid festival cause the adrenaline of hearing you admit wanted him to scream from the top of the Senate building. The baby Yoda costume was turned down purely on the fact that no one wanted to antagonize master Yoda. So the second look was fished from the bowl. Anakin mimicked a drumroll and held the paper out to Ahsoka who looked over at Maul and in that moment he knew. He knew Maul was getting his revenge. “Maul”, she read out. “Kenobi out in public with my face painted on his? A befitting payback for having metal legs.”, Maul folded his arm with a snicker. Anakin was pulling out his Holo pad to take pictures and all he could do was heave a sigh. “Lets get it done with.”, he closed his eyes and felt the cold application of the paint on his skin.

There was something about it. The black kohl that lined his eyes, the red paint contrasting his eyes and his gentle voice. He wore the scowl well, his hair disheveled from having the Yoda ears removed. “I’m impressed with your self obsession.”, you heard him comment to Maul. “Well for a more authentic portrayal, I suggest a bald head.”, Maul bit back with a maniacal smile. “No one touches my hair.”, you could feel the frustration with which he spoke. You wanted to divert him and ease the tension. You signed up for this in the hopes of spending more time with him and that he might finally enjoy himself. You reach out to push back a lock of hair that fell over his forehead and tuck it behind his ear. His eyes snapped to yours as he leaned in ever so slightly into your touch. “I second that, it adds to the look.”, you peeled away from his gaze to look around but if it had been only you and him, you knew you would have leaned in as well.

The second look was a close fan favorite and it was to the theme of being scary but Obi wan felt a bit out of his element. Maul had gotten the fun out of it so it was now down to the final selection. Anakin shook the bowl and selected an entry but it was unusual that he didn’t burst out laughing. He held the paper in his hand and had a dreadful look. Ahsoka peeked over his arm and became ecstatic. “This is the winner.”, she proclaimed to which Maul wanted to know. As she whispered it to him, his eyes began to shine yellow with mischief. “It has my vote too.”, he seconded the idea. Now it was getting to you, the need to know. “Now it’s up to you.”, Anakin turned to you and pulled you away to show you the final option. The moment you read it you agreed and with a smile gave away your final vote. Obi wan looked around, his face etched with confusion as they finally turned to you in the hopes of an explanation. “I will remember this, all of your betrayal. It won’t even be that funny.”, Anakin was throwing up a tantrum. “We’ll win this year.”, Ahsoka sounded confidant.

The others left the room, now it was only him and you. “So what’s the final verdict?”, he asked in an attempt to not dwell on the matter that he now had your undivided attention. “You’re guilty.”, you untie his hands and he relaxes into the seat as he massaged his wrists. “Oh and what is the consequence?”, he played.

Anything. Ask me anything.

“Well a dance. That is only because the situation isn’t dire.”, you disappeared behind him which only made him feel more confident. “And what if it was?”, he asked. He saw you walk into his view and place the costume on the stand nearby. “You need to change into those.”, you evaded his question but the closer he got to attending the events, the more confidant he got too.

The costume was nothing but his Padawan’s clothes and suddenly all of this became even more exciting. He could go about as Anakin and behave as reckless as he wanted to. But the costume only consisted of a pair of leather pants and a black robe, this was going to be interesting. He looked at himself in the mirror before he exited pushing past the white curtain.

You had always only seen him in white but watching him walk out in a black ensemble without a shirt beneath made you fumble with the products in your hand as you quickly looked away but it was no use, he was walking towards you any how. It was uncanny how easily he got into character. He flopped down onto the chair, his Maul make up needed to be removed. “I’m assuming someone’s lent me my Padawan’s night wear. It’s clear he doesn’t sleep with a shirt on.”, he turned to face you. “All that beauty hidden away beneath robes, a little unfair don’t you think?”, you ask knowing well it was to tease him, his reaction was not what you expected.

He leaned in, instead of staying away, so maybe you were reading the signs right. You pull him closer as you rub the makeup remover over his face, the paint almost gone but his eyes stay on yours. “Tell me the consequences for my dire actions.”, he whispers and you feel your stomach plummet. “Only true love’s kiss can redeem the irredeemable.”, you half jest. You trace your thumb over his top lip to remove the final smidge of paint but as you move away he took a hold of your wrist and kissed the back of your hand.

“What’s this?”, you ask feigning innocence. “Insurance for the dance.”, he replies and you hum. He pulled on his gloves and you match his eye level to fix the wig. “Now Anakin, I need you to pass on a message to your master.”, you tell him to which he smirks. Furrowing his eyebrows, “You can tell him yourself.”, he responds. You tip your mouth in a smile as you grab a hold of the sides of his robe and pull him closer till your lips met his. He freezes but then let’s go. “Oh well, he’ll never know that I planned this so I can get him alone.”, you chuckle as he kisses you back. “Oh he knows. That is why he played along.”, he responds and you laugh.

The moment he walks around, people whistle and cheer except for Anakin. “Again, this isn’t funny.”, he folded his arms. “It will be when we walk over a sand pit.”, Obi wan joked and mimicked his walk. “Oh no.”, he stops patting down the sides of his robe. “I've lost my lightsaber, again.”, he laughs and Anakin rolls his eyes. His hand finds yours as everyone boards the shuttle to event while Anakin bickered in the background. Tightly packed amidst the crowd he holds you close and places a secret kiss on your forehead. This was going to be a night to remember.

#obi wan kenobi #ewan mcgregor #obi wan my beloved #general kenobi #master kenobi #kenobi series #kenobi tv #obi wan imagine #obi wan x reader #obiwan x fluff #obi wan fanfiction #obiwan kenobi #star wars kenobi #star wars fic #star wars

[itsagrimm]

no attachments

The Jedi included masters from various species. How did those with a far longer life expectancy adjust to have their friends age and mature so differently?

Did Yoda, an individual hundreds of years old, look at grown masters and went - my little babies *pat pat*?

Did he get Mace Windu his favourite snacks when he went on missions?

Did he check on Plo Koon to make sure the Kel Dor got enough sleep?

Did he send documents to the library and left a note for Jocasta Nu with a joke or a smiley on it every single time?

Did he have tea in the temple gardens with Shaak Ti just like they had since she was a youngling, crying and missing home?

Did it break his heart every time one of those young and hopeful jedi like Dooku turn to the dark side? And was his true virtue in still loving and caring for everyone that crossed his path?

#i am not crying you are crying #yeah the jedi were very loving to each other #especially the gremlin grandpa #i am a firm believer that the no attachment rule is good but the writers of star wars are bad at conveying what they are trying to say #or that they don't care about value in their messaging and just included it to bring drama #anyway be nice to each other even tho everything is temporary #jedi #jedi knight #jedi master #padawan #no attachments #secrets of the jedi temple #yoda #master yoda #master windu #mace windu #plo koon #master koon #count dooku #jocasta #jocasta nu #shaak ti

[heythere-mel]

Sleepless

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Your niece comes over to spend the night, as your thoughts of you and Frankie being parents come to the surface.

W/C: 1.3K+

Warnings: none really. This is fluff af, with just a quick euphemism to spice. Tío Frankie being adorable comes with his own warning.

A/N: hey y’all, I’m back on my soft Frankie bullshit (did I ever really leave tho?) with another quick oneshot purely based on my niece staying over with me and her bed hogging ways. Thanks once again to @icanbeyourjedi for literally going back and forth with me over all the soft Frankie thoughts, especially this one that hit me at 6AM today. Also sorry if this is formatted terribly again, literally done on my phone, hahaha. Please enjoy 🥰

The last Saturdays of the month were always reserved for you and your niece to have sleepovers. She loved going over to your place because you were quote “the fun tía” always allowing her to stay up a little later than normal, building forts in the living room, and eating all the sugary treats she couldn’t have much of back home. This didn’t change either after you and Frankie decided to move in together. He practically was a big kid at heart so he didn’t mind getting a chance to partake in the little things such as these. Plus, seeing the bond he was creating with her made you think of the future with him, and maybe even doing all of this with your own kids some day...

Frantic rings from your doorbell signaled the child’s arrival. Opening the door to greet her, “Hi ti-“ she looked passed you with eyes wide and mouth agape as she nearly trampled you when she caught sight of the massive blanket fort that had taken up the entire living room. Frankie had been up super early saying he wanted to surprise her, grabbing every spare sheet and pillow he could possibly find in your little home. From under it all, you see that familiar hat and scruffy face finally pop out of the ‘doorway.’

“Hi small fry!”

“Tío Frankie!” As she ran to him, engulfing him in a big hug.

Did she just call him tío? Had she called him that before? Frankie had been in your life for the better part of a couple years now so you didn’t feel it necessary to correct her. Your heart nearly bursts right there.

“Did you build this?!” her little mind obviously blown at the construction of it all.

“Sure did! Do you like it?”

“It’s only the coolest thing EVER!”

Frankie’s chest swelled with pride as he took her little hand into his, leading her inside to give the grand tour.

The night went off without a hitch. You had ordered her favorite pizza, had all the ice cream with extra toppings, (Frankie couldn’t decide what to get so grabbed all the candy toppings possible because she “had to have options.”) and you were now settling in to watch her favorite movie, The Princess and the Frog, snuggled with her and about 10 of her favorite plushies in tow, the Baby Yoda plush being her new favorite.

Getting later into the night you and Frankie were trying to see how the both of you would fit into this fort to sleep alongside her, most of the room being taken up by the oversized stuffed animals.

“Tía, you and Tío Frankie don’t have to stay here with me. I am a big girl now!”

“Oh, uhhh, are you sure about that bub? We can find a way to make room.”

“Yeah! I’m 6 now! Duh!” as she stifled out a yawn.

Always the independent one. “Okay then. We’ll be right in the next room if you do decide you need us, okay?”

“Okay.” She softly murmured quietly starting to slip into sleep.

After one final check to see if she was tucked in alright and making sure to have her little night light plugged in, you start heading to your bedroom when you turn back to see Frankie bending down to give her a soft little kiss on the forehead and a whispered, “goodnight small fry.” Your heart couldn’t have been any more full at the moment.

Everything had gone smoothly, until about midnight when you felt something, or more someone tugging at your oversized tshirt. You slowly open your eyes only to bolt out of your sleep when you are met with the silhouette of your niece staring directly at you. Frankie springing up at the same time to see what was going on, instinctively starting to shield you with his body at the “threat.”

“Holy shit! I mean, shoot! You scared me bub!”

She said she couldn’t sleep and if it was alright to get into bed with the two of you. Obliging, you make room in the middle for her, making sure she was tucked in again as it took no time at all before small snores once again begin to emanate the room.

Slap! A small arm hit you directly in the face as you turn to try and move the child back over. Frankie wasn’t fairing any better as he had a small foot in his lower back. Each of you had both been relinquished to the edges of the bed clinging for dear life.

“Whose idea was it again to let her up here?” you groaned.

“She’s sleeping diagonally. How is that even comfortable?!” Frankie stated, now completely sliding out of the bed and staring down at the small girl who now overtook his half of the mattress.

“Here, let me scoot her over a bit. Maybe I can make room for the both of us.”

After a little adjusting, and even a failed attempt at trying to swaddle her to prevent future flailing limbs, you were left with a small space to share as the two of you lie on your sides facing each other, exhaustion starting to kick in.

Your leg was propped up on Frankie’s hip, trying anything to get into a comfortable position when you let out a defeated huff.

“Babe just, here let me.” Frankie taps your thigh signaling you to sit up as best you could with the child so close, as he maneuvered his way on to his back. “Okay you can lay down now.” as he pats his chest, beckoning you to him.

“Frankie, I’m not gonna put my full weight on you, you won’t be comfortable.”

“It’s not like we haven’t been in this position before.” cocking his eyebrow up with a playful smirk.

You huff out a short laugh as a playful “Francisco!” leaves your lips.

“Ven cariño.” as he gently pulls you to his chest.

You situate yourself wrapping your arms around his soft middle, your head falling into the crook of his neck, while his strong arms and broad shoulders encase you as you both let out a relaxed sigh at the closeness.

“This is nice.” you whisper.

“Told you.”

You bring your left hand up to play with some of the curls at the nape of his neck, him running his warm hand up and down your spine.

“Plus, I see this as great practice for when we have kids.”

You slowed the motion of your hand through his hair and slowly leaned up to face him.

“Y-you want to have children with me Frankie?”

The two of you hadn’t really had the “children” discussion yet. Having just moved in together you were taking things slowly. But knowing he was obviously having thoughts about it as well and how he had been so good with your niece, it further cemented the idea in your mind.

“Well, yeah of course.” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I mean, when the time is right and all, you know? If you’d want that.” he quickly added.

You gently lean down to capture his lips in a chaste kiss, pouring all the tender love and emotion you were feeling in that moment into it.

“I think I’d like that.” trying hard to contain your growing smile.

“Plus, I know we’d have the cutest kids ever!” he blurted out.

You buried your head into his chest with a muffled laugh, then looking back up in total agreeance.

“Oh, THE cutest!”

Your hushed laughter calmed as you go back to simply embracing each other, allowing the woes of slumber to catch up to you, finally being lulled to sleep by Frankie’s heartbeat falling into rhythm with yours and a tiny hand reaching out to touch your entwined arms, also wanting to be just as close.

#frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales oneshot #frankie morales fluff #we stay soft for one (1) frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales #pedro pascal #mel writes!